#bts masquerade au

[melancholy-of-nadia]

infatuation (m) | myg

title: infatuation pairing: yoongi x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; agust d universe (AgustDverse based in Haegeum) ; gang leader / mafia AU summary:  Living with fragmented and blurry memories has lead you to live under the roof of Bangkok's biggest secret crime boss, Agust D, as his bodyguard. Though, being confined to the mansion most of the time has made you feel isolated, craving freedom and answers. When he decides to take you out to dinner for the first time, the atmosphere is charged with tension and suspicion. You're not the only one who's patience is wearing thin, however, instead, it's discovering this man's infatuation with you that will lead you to change your mind. warnings:  weapon mention (katana), reader has minor amnesia, back and forth arguing, murder mention, deep fish imagery/analogy, haegeum!suga mention, dominant haegeum! agust d, making out, penthouse s*x, f*ngering, cl*t stimulation, orgasm denial, choking, power imbalance, bl*w job, bre*st play, spiting, deep throating, pet names, agust d praises you by calling you "good girl", unprotected s*x, lowkey breeding k*nk, choking, possessiveness, multiple orgasms, uh i think that's it!... yandere? haegeum!agust d maybe note: it's been a year since i uploaded my first fic in this universe i call the AgustDverse. Also the first fic that got me into writing bts fics! I've been requested to continue this universe by my dear friend @daegudrama. I don't know if it'll ever become an actual cohesive series, but if you guys like it, let me know! also this is veerrrryyyyy much unedited im sorry i will edit later word count: 6.0k drop date: August 6th, 2024 7:30pm PST mood playlist | ao3 link – –

You never thought you'd find yourself in this situation—nestled within the mansion walls of a mafia boss masquerading as a police detective. 

Known as Agust D. 

How did you get here? It's a question that continuously echoes through your mind like a constant drumbeat. 

It’s not an easy question to answer. It’s actually pretty complicated. Time travel? A quantum jump? You don’t know whatever scientific phenomenon this is. 

But for your own sanity, you decided not to dwell too much on it, especially when the present demands your full attention.

Agust has let you live here under the guise of acting as his bodyguard, which is perhaps the strangest thing you've ever done. You had no prior guarding experience, but the katana sword that hangs by your side now tells otherwise. This item is a constant reminder of your supposed purpose here: to protect the mansion, to protect Agust D. But deep down, you know there's more to this arrangement than meets the eye.

Tonight, however, is different. Agust D, the enigmatic master of this mansion, has extended an invitation—an invitation to dine at an upscale Chinese restaurant. It's a rare opportunity to step beyond the confines of these walls, to breathe in the outside world, if only for a fleeting moment.

As you stand before the full-length mirror in your room, you can't help but feel a surge of apprehension. The maids have stated that Agust D insisted you wear a black satin dress he selected for the occasion—a garment that feels foreign against your skin, yet somehow fitting for the night. You’re too used to wearing a collared white button-up and a plaid skirt for most of the time while you’re at the mansion. You don’t know how long you’d been wearing that, but definitely longer than a young girl who’s in prep school.

Adjusting the delicate fabric, you take in your reflection, the unfamiliarity of the attire almost unnerving. 

A knock at the door interrupts your contemplation, and without waiting for a response, Agust D enters, his presence commanding the room. Dressed in a tailored black suit that exudes power and authority, he regards you with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You look stunning," he remarks, a hint of satisfaction tugging at the corners of his lips. "Are you ready to go?"

With a half nod, you follow him down the stairs and out of the mansion, the cool night air wrapping around you like a shroud of secrecy. Then you hop into the black sports car, which Yoongi decides to drive this time instead of his chauffeur.

The journey to the restaurant is silent, punctuated only by the quiet sounds of the piano music playing, which came from connecting Agust D’s phone to the car’s aux.

He really does love Ryuichi Sakamoto’s music, you comment internally to yourself.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you're met with the grandeur of an upscale Chinese eatery perched on the top floor of a hotel building. The space is a harmonious blend of modern elegance and traditional opulence. As you step inside, the ambient chatter of elite people and the soft clinking of cutlery fill the air, creating a lively yet refined atmosphere that contrasts sharply with the muted silence of the mansion.

The restaurant’s interior is a feast for the senses. Rich, dark wood paneling lines the walls, accented by gold and red details that evoke a sense of luxury. Elegant lanterns hang from the ceiling, their warm, golden light casting a gentle glow across the room. The tables are adorned with crisp white linens, polished silverware, and delicate porcelain dishes, each piece carefully chosen to complement the sophisticated ambiance.

The scent of Chinese cuisine mingles with the faint aroma of incense, creating an inviting and tantalizing atmosphere. The restaurant's design features intricate latticework and traditional Chinese artwork, adding a touch of cultural authenticity to the modern setting. Plush, comfortable chairs surround each table, offering a sense of intimacy and relaxation.

As the restaurant host takes note of Agust D standing beside you, there’s a brief moment of panic in his eyes. He quickly ushers you both to a secluded corner of the establishment, a private nook separated from the rest of the dining area by elegant silk drapes. This area, though separated, still enjoys a view of the city skyline through large, floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking panorama of the illuminated city below. 

You are seated across from Agust, but there’s still a subtle awkward atmosphere surrounding the both of you when he orders and after the food arrives. 

For a moment, the clinking of silverware against porcelain fills the silence before Agust D finally speaks.

"Do you still not remember anything?" 

You hesitate, uncertainty flickering in the depths of your eyes about how to respond to him. "Bits and pieces," you admit, your gaze lingering on the dimly lit surroundings. "But nothing concrete. It's like trying to grasp at shadows."

His expression remains impassive, but you catch a fleeting glimpse of something else—something akin to regret, perhaps, or even longing. "It will come back to you," he says, his tone softer than before. "With time."

You only nod, going back to eating one of the xiaolongbao at the center of the table.

The air between you and Agust D grows heavier once again with unspoken words. You don’t like the silence. As someone who is very self-aware of their self, you feel compelled to break the silence to not be stuck in your head. 

"Agust D," you begin tentatively, the name feeling foreign on your tongue yet strangely familiar. You don’t refer to him by name often, as you opt for ‘sir’ or the occasional ‘Hyungnim’. "Why did you bring me here tonight? You never do this sort of thing…"

He regards you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "Well, you've been cooped up in that mansion for so long," he replies cryptically, his gaze piercing through the facade you've carefully constructed. “Thought it would be good to treat you for your work.”

"But why now?" you press, unable to suppress the curiosity gnawing at your insides. "And wearing this?" You refer to the short piece of black fabric covering you.

Agust D's lips quirk up in a wry smile, though there's no warmth in it. "Maybe I wanted to see how you'd be like out… not on duty," he muses, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or perhaps I simply wanted company for the evening."

Company, huh? From the outside, it looks like you’re on a date. You wouldn’t doubt the restaurant staff is already gossiping from behind the curtains partitioning you from the rest of the world.

You can't help but feel a sense of unease at his words, a nagging suspicion that there's more to his motives than meets the eye. "Is that really all?" you press, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "Or is there something else you're not telling me?"

For a moment, Agust D's mask slips, revealing a flicker of vulnerability beneath the facade of indifference. "There's always more to say," he murmurs, his gaze turning distant as if lost in memories you can't access. "But some things are better left unsaid."

What does he even mean by that? You feel like every time you speak even a bit casually to this man, you only end up more confused and maybe even a bit more scared.

"Agust D," you venture cautiously, "...are you still looking for Suga?"

At the mention of the name, a shadow passes over Agust D's features, his expression hardening into a mask of resolve. "Suga," he repeats, the name dripping with bitterness and contempt. "Of course I’m looking for him. That man is nothing but trouble. I need to get rid of him."

You can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man whose name hangs between you like a specter, a reminder of the past you can't quite grasp. "But why? Why do you hate him so much?" you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Agust D's eyes darken with a mix of anger and regret, a storm raging beneath the surface. "He’s got my face and that in itself is a danger to all of us," he admits, his voice raw with emotion. "He could also be the answer to everything I've lost, but it’s better if that answer is never revealed."

The words hang heavy in the air from a confession laden with pain. And as you gaze into the depths of Agust D's eyes, you realize that beneath the cold exterior lies a man haunted by his past—a man who, like you, is searching for answers, but afraid to confront them. You want to pry into what he means, but you’re scared that he may act aggressively. So instead you change the topic.

"Don’t you know his whereabouts though?" you inquire softly, your voice laced with concern.

Agust D's gaze meets yours. "I do," he confirms, his voice low and measured. "He’s in Chinatown. Living in an apartment at the end of Weng Nakorn Kasem. But I can’t act on impulse. I’m too heavily involved in the Asia Pacific Police Union, and that already involves too many variables, too many unknowns."

A sense of foreboding settles over you as you listen to his words, the weight of his burdens pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. "What do you mean?" you press, your voice barely a whisper.

Agust D sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I can't move against him yet," he admits, his tone laced with resignation. "Not until I know how many people are on my side. There are spies within the organization. If I act too quickly, I could end up getting myself killed…"

The gravity of his words hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the fragile truce that exists between you. And yet, despite the dangers that lurk in the darkness, you can't help but feel a flicker of hope. If you help him in capturing Suga, then maybe you’ll be able to piece your own puzzle together.

But would that even be a good idea?

"Agust D," you say softly, smiling gently at him, "you know you don't have to face this alone. Whatever happens, I'll stand by your side. Not like I have much of a choice anyway." Your words trail off at the end. He doesn’t comment on it though.

For a moment, there's a vulnerability in Agust D's gaze, a fleeting glimpse of the man beneath the mask. He reaches out to take your hand, his expression softening ever so slightly at your words. "Thanks," he murmurs, his voice a whisper in the dimly lit restaurant.

“It’s my job after all.”

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After finishing dinner, the two of you begin to walk out of the restaurant, entering a long hallway that leads to large red sliding doors that exit.  Your eyes drift toward the grand wall aquarium positioned near the exit, its towering glass panels reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights.

The aquarium is a masterpiece of design, housing a diverse array of aquatic life within its transparent confines. Colorful coral reefs sway gently in the water, their vibrant hues casting mesmerizing patterns of light and shadow across the sandy substrate below.

But amidst the bustling underwater ecosystem, your gaze fixates on a lone goldfish, its sleek form gliding gracefully through the water. Its vibrant orange scales shimmer in the ambient light, a stark contrast to the subdued colors of its surroundings.

A pang of concern tugs at your heart as you watch the solitary fish navigate its artificial habitat. Don't goldfish typically reside in tranquil ponds, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature? Is it even safe for them to be confined within the confines of this glass enclosure?

Lost in thought, you fail to notice Agust D's departure until you feel a gentle tug on your arm. Startled, you turn to find him regarding you with a curious expression, his gaze flickering between you and the aquarium.

"What's on your mind?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You tear your gaze away from the mesmerizing display before you, your thoughts still lingering on the lone koi fish. "I was just...thinking about that fish," you admit, gesturing toward the aquarium.

“The goldfish?”

“Mhm,” As you stand there, watching the solitary koi fish swim about, a wistful sigh escapes your lips. "I wish I were a fish sometimes," you murmur.

As funny as your sentence sounds, you thought the older man would laugh at you for making a comment like that. However, Agust D's gaze flickers at you, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. 

"Why's that?" he asks, his voice soft with intrigue.

You pause, contemplating your answer as you watch the graceful movements of the fish. "Uh, well they seem so free," you explain, your voice tinged with longing. “They get to go wherever they want. move through life with such ease in the water, not burdened by the weight of the world.”

As you continue to watch the fish, a sense of yearning wells up within you—a desire to shed the constraints of your human existence. "Sometimes," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, "I wish I could trade places with that fish just so I could be able to live freely, to live without my own burdens."

Agust D nods in understanding, a silent reassurance amid your musings. "But you know, even fish have their own struggles. I mean, look at it, it’s trapped in this Chinese restaurant’s aquarium as entertainment for guests, fighting to survive in a place it doesn’t belong,”

Sigh.

He’s right. But you hate the fact that he’s right.

“That still doesn’t change what I said. Plus, I don't want to be that fish.” you interject, your voice laced with a hint of sadness. "Slowly destroyed by its surroundings… not belonging there."

Agust D's brow furrows in contemplation, his gaze returning to the small goldfish. "So what are you trying to say?" 

"I don't want to feel like that," you admit. "Trapped in a world that doesn't feel like home, constantly struggling to find where I belong!"

And you hate it because that is exactly how you’ve been feeling right now. You’re living with a man several years older than you, who is probably the most dangerous man in Thailand, maybe even all of Asia. And you have no idea why you stuck here with him, but where could you really go? Where are you actually from? Where is home?

Agust D's expression hardens slightly, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "Life isn't always about feeling at home," he counters. "Sometimes it's about surviving where you are and making the best of it."

No! He doesn’t get it.

You feel a flicker of irritation at his words, your emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. "That's easy for you to say," you retort, tone sharp. "You're not the one who's been confined to that mansion, to these guarding duties, waiting for memories to come back."

His eyes narrow slightly, a spark of challenge igniting in them. "You think I don't have my own battles?" he snaps back. "I'm out there every day, dealing with threats you can't even imagine."

"At least you have control over these things. You have the entirety of this city wrapped around your finger," you snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them. "At least you know who you are and what you're fighting for!”

The tension between you two shifts. Agust D steps closer, his presence looming, but you refuse to back down, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve.

Inside, you're a storm of emotions—anger, confusion, and a touch of desperation. How can he be so dense and unreadable, yet so annoyingly calm? It's like talking to a brick wall sometimes. Every word you say seems to bounce off him while his expression remaining infuriatingly stoic. You want to scream, to make him understand just how much this is tearing you apart, but he stands there, unmoved, as if your turmoil is nothing more than a slight breeze in his world.

“Agust, you–”

"Fuck…you're so hot when you're upset, doll," he murmurs, interrupting you with a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. Before you can react, he grabs your arm, pulling you toward the exit.

Huh?

"Hey!" you protest, your frustration mingling with a surge of adrenaline. But Agust D doesn't relent, his grip firm as he guides you out of the restaurant and into the elevator.

As the elevator doors slide shut, sealing you both inside the confined space, the tension between you reaches a boiling point. "What are you doing?" you demand, your voice a mix of anger and confusion.

Instead of answering, Agust D pushes you against the wall, his lips crashing down on yours with a fierce intensity. Your initial resistance melts away as the kiss deepens, the heat between you igniting into a blazing inferno powered by unknown frustrations beneath the surface.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, your chest heaving as you glare at him. "You can't just—" you start, but he silences you with another kiss, his hands roaming possessively over your body.

"I can and I will," he murmurs against your lips, his voice a husky whisper. "Because right now, all I can think about is you."

Your frustration mingles with a heady mix of desire, the lines between anger and passion blurring as you give in to the moment. As the elevator ascends, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you.

When the elevator dings softly, signaling its arrival on your floor, you find yourselves in a private hallway in the hotel building, the opulent surroundings a stark contrast to the intensity of your kiss. Agust D pulls back, his eyes dark with desire and determination.

"We're not done talking," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a thrill through you. "But right now, I need you."

Your eyes are left wide open, feeling hormones coursing through you.

This can’t be happening. Is this all a dream? Yes, this has to be. And what’s with the scenario? Are you that sexually frustrated? You admit you’ve never done this sort of thing and have only spent your free time reading erotica for entertainment. 

But to dream about fucking the very man keeping you captive within his mansion and living as a bodyguard. There has got to be something wrong with you. Maybe you’re experiencing Stockholm syndrome? But you’ve not once felt emotionally attached to this man.

Though there have been times you’ve looked at him and thought about how beautiful he looked.

Shit.

Maybe you’ll go along with this. Everything else be damned, for now.

“Show me then,” You word out, which only fires him up more.

Agust D’s grip on your arm is firm but not painful as he leads you down the luxurious hallway to a penthouse suite, the plush carpet muffling your footsteps. Your thoughts are a chaotic jumble, torn between the logical part of your brain screaming at you to stop and the primal part urging you to give in.

As soon as the door to a suite clicks shut behind you, he’s on you again, pushed against a wall, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that leaves you breathless. You respond in kind, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Every touch, every kiss feels electric, igniting a fire within you that you didn’t know existed.

In the back of your mind, you know this is wrong. You know you should be resisting, should be fighting against the pull he has on you. But right now, in this moment, all you can think about is the way his hands feel on your skin, the way his lips move against yours, the way his presence consumes you.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath hot against your lips. “You’re mine,” he murmurs, showcasing his possessive nature. “I refuse to let you go.”

His hands start to inch up under your dress until he reaches your core and starts flicking at your clit. You gasp, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body. He watches your reaction with a smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispers, his voice low and teasing. “To feel me, to know that you’re mine?”

You can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response. All you can do is nod, your body arching toward his touch, craving more.

“Good,” he says, his fingers moving with a deft precision that has you teetering on the edge. “Because I’m not stopping until you know that you belong to me.”

He continues his ministrations, his touch driving you wild with need. The logical part of your brain has long since surrendered, leaving only the raw, primal desire that burns within you.

His fingers slide below your black lace underwear until he inserts them inside you with a sly grin. You can't help but moan at the invasion, your body trembling with anticipation. He moves them in and out, hitting just the right spot, causing you to writhe beneath him.

"This is what you get," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "For. every. time. you. talked. back. to. me. today." He growls, punctuating every word with a thrust inside your pussy.

“F-Fuck A-Agust!” And holy shit does it feel so good.

As lust starts to fog your mind and the air fills with moans, you don't know what's happening to you. But you don't care. The fire inside you is burning brighter by the second, and you can't get enough of the man who's taken control of your body and mind at this moment

Yoongi places his thumb on your nub and plays with it, squishing it in circular motions, then using his finger to rub it a little faster then slowing down only to fasten the pace again. You felt a very familiar feeling boiling up in your lower belly threatening to unleash itself.

“I’m not gonna let you reach your high yet.” 

Suddenly, he removes all his fingers from you and you whimper immediately, the absence of his touch leaving you desperate for more.

Yoongi bites down against his lips, eyes quickly traveling from your face and down your body, “Huh…W-Wait..P-Please…” You pant heavily, trying to rub your thighs together to pick back up the pace that was headed toward your release

“I thought you wanted to leave me, doll?” He leans in closer, chuckling in your face, and you shake your head. At this moment, you realize that he’s hard under his dress pants. “Are you sure? I don’t give orgasms to people that won’t obey me.”

“I-I’ll prove it to you!” You drop to your knees quickly, placing your hands on both of his sides. “Oh? And how will you do that?” He gives you a curious look, already knowing what to expect from your sudden submissive behavior. While he spoke, you unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling it down along with his boxers to reveal his cock.

“Oh fuck…” You let out in the smallest whisper. He wasn’t long per se, but more than average. But the girth… holy shit. Will it even fit in any of your holes? And the way his precum is already pearling on his tip just from what you two did earlier? You swallow nervously, but you’re not one to back away from a challenge. “Like this.” 

You hold his cock gently from the base, proceeding to gather spit from your mouth and letting it drop on it. You proceed to move your hand, spreading his precum and your saliva on his dick, managing to get a good slide and starting to move your hand quicker. You looked up innocently, already noticing a flicker of Agust’s facade fade as he felt himself slipping away in pleasure. In his mind, he was tempted to say fuck it all and let himself fuck against your hand, but he knew better than just to let himself become an animal. After the prep, you part your mouth and slowly take him in, the stretch already starting to hurt your jaw from his wide size. In the meantime, you just suck around his head and use your hand to deliver pleasure to the rest of his shaft, earning deep-sounding curses and moans while your tongue swirled around him. 

His eyes are glued to you, watching you work his cock with your kitten-like licks. Though, this isn’t enough for him. He wants to thrust up down your throat so bad and fuck you until your voice was sore. He wants to see how much you’re willing to take in that small mouth of yours.

And that’s exactly what he does. He places his hand on your head, giving you small pats and rubs disguised as encouragement for your efforts. Then his hand starts inching towards the back of your head until he suddenly grabs a handful of your hair and forcibly pushes his dick further until your smacked against his pelvis.

“Seems like you still need practice. Don’t worry, I’ll train you,” he murmurs, his grip tightening on your hair as he begins to thrust into your mouth. The tip hits the back of your throat and you gag reflexively, but he doesn't let up, pushing deeper with each thrust. Your eyes start to water, now holding onto his sides for dear life, but you force yourself to take it, willing your throat to open up and accommodate his girth. His palm comes up to your cheek to rub your cheek, feeling himself on the other side enter in and out of you.

He grunts with each deep thrust, his hips pistoning in and out of your mouth as you struggle to keep up with his rhythm. You feel like you're choking, but you don't want to disappoint him and prevent you from reaching your orgasm after. However, it doesn’t take long for him to come undone, swallowing saliva and cum down your throat. He removes himself and you begin to cough erratically. You have never deep-throated before, so it’s a miracle you didn’t throw up or die from this. It’s definitely not as easy as porn makes it seem. You’ve been lied to by the media! “Haah… Holy shit…” You groan, trying to catch your breath and stabilize your heart rate.

“You alright?” He questions, voice tinged with slight worry as he fixes his pants and underwear back up and leans down towards your face. “I lost myself for a bit…”

“It’s okay–” You pause, shocked for a moment to hear your voice sound hoarse. Despite that, Agust chuckles, using his palm once again to rub against your cheek to comfort you, smiling softly. “Good girl. Now you’ll get your reward.” With this, he guides you to the master bedroom, his grip on your arms firm yet careful, leading you through the opulent suite. The room is a testament to luxury, with rich, dark wood furniture that you knew Agust requested in the hotels he invests in and soft, ambient lighting that casts a warm glow over everything. The large windows offer a stunning view of the Bangkok city skyline, but your focus is solely on him.

He pushes you gently onto the king-sized bed, the plush mattress sinking beneath your weight. The silk sheets feel cool against your skin, starkly contrasting the heat building between you. Agust D stands over you, his eyes dark with desire, a predator savoring his prey.

He slowly removes his jacket, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. You watch, your breath hitching as he unbuttons his suit vest, followed by his shirt, revealing his semi-muscular and beefy figure beneath. You’ve never seen him like this before, as he’s a very reserved man when it comes to his body. But each inch of exposed skin sends a fresh wave of anticipation through you.

“You’ve been so good,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Now, let me take care of you.”

He climbs onto the bed, sitting between your legs where his hands start trailing up your thighs, pushing the hem of your dress higher. His touch is electrifying, each caress igniting a fire in your core. He leans down, his lips ghosting over your skin, leaving a trail of burning kisses from your collarbone to your ear.

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you breathe, your voice trembling with need.

“Good,” he says, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to get enough of you.”

His hands are everywhere, exploring, teasing, and driving you to the brink of madness. He slips the dress off your shoulders, letting it fall away completely, leaving your body exposed and vulnerable beneath him. His eyes rake over your body, a dark hunger in his gaze.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “My doll.”

He lowers himself, his mouth finding your breast, sucking and nibbling until you’re arching into him, your fingers tangled in his slick black hair. He trails kisses down your stomach, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself between your legs.

You gasp as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his breath hot against your skin. “Ready for your reward?” he asks, his voice a seductive whisper.

“Mm..” You only make a sound and nod due to the lust clouding your mind. How do you say words? Do words matter?

He pinches your clit slightly which makes you jump and arc your body a little.

“Words, doll.”

“Y-Yes!” you manage to finally speak out, your body wiggling around close to his face eager for him to move. 

He doesn’t hesitate after your verbal consent, his tongue flicking out to taste you from your clit down to your entrance, drawing a cry of pleasure from your lips. He works you expertly, starting with his tongue sucking against your clit, then eating you out in your entrance. 

And holy fuck does he have you wrapped around his finger with these ministrations. You had heard rumors of him being good at oral sex from the women at the events you would accompany him to, but fuck, the actual thing doesn’t compare to their mere descriptions.

His tongue soon returns to nibble and suck at your aching bud, with his fingers replacing his place inside you. And before you know it, you’re lost in the sensation again, body jerking as every nerve ending is set aflame as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

And Agust D knows it, smirking against your pussy as he feels you tighten against his fingers. “Come for me,” he growls against your skin, his voice a command that you can’t resist.

With a final, shuddering gasp, you fall apart, the pleasure crashing over you in waves. He holds you through it, his hands and mouth coaxing every last bit of ecstasy from your body until you’re left trembling and spent beneath him.

He pulls back, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches you recover. “Such a fucking good girl,” he murmurs, his voice filled with pride. “But we’re not done.” 

He stands up and swiftly pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his cock, red and eager. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight, your mind racing.

Oh? Is he going to put it in?!

“Huh? W-Wait you–”

Before you can finish speaking, he puts your legs on his shoulder and aligns himself to your entrance, his eyes locking with yours. The heat and intensity of his gaze make your heart race.

“You’re on birth control, correct?”

“Yes…”

You’d be surprised that he knows this fact, but he does look over your medical records after all. You’d also question the ethics of this, but not now.

“Then we can go all out,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “And I’ll show you that you’re truly mine.”

He pushes into you, his cock stretching and filling you completely.

“F-Fuck!” You gasp, the sensation is overwhelming, fueled with pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless. He pauses movements for a moment, allowing you to adjust, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

Your eyes close as you try to focus on relaxing your body.

“Look at me,” he commands suddenly, his voice low and firm as he holds your chin. “I want to see your face when I take you.”

“Y-Yes, sir!” You meet his gaze, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. There’s a primal hunger in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine.

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you try to keep up with the intensity of his pace. The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming and does not compare to his or your own fingers pleasuring you.

“Do you feel that?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper. “Do you feel how your pussy is being molded by my cock?”

“Y-Yes!” you manage to gasp, your voice trembling. “I feel it!”

“Good,” he says, his thrusts becoming faster, more intense. “Because you won’t ever be able to be pleased by another cock as long as I live,”

His movements are relentless, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the slap of skin against skin, and the ragged gasps and moans that escape your lips. 

As your eyes meet his, he suddenly wraps his hand around your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. His grip is firm but not painful, sending a rush of adrenaline and arousal coursing through your veins.

“Doll, you like being choked while I fuck you? Having you wrapped around my fingers now.”

“F-Feels so mmh good!” You mumble, your breath hitching as his grip tightens slightly, the sensation heightening the pleasure coursing through your body.

You never thought you’d be so turned on by choking. You don’t know if it’s you getting high off the lack of oxygen and feeling pleasure, or giving up your life’s control to this man before you that has your toes curling.

The pleasure builds up to an unbearable peak once more, but this time, you know that he is feeling the same thing too. His thrusts become harder, more forceful, each one sending shockwaves through your body. His hand on your neck adds an edge to the sensation od dominance and possessiveness that leaves you breathless.

“Come for me, doll,” he growls, his voice a command that you can’t ignore. “I want to feel you come around me as I do at the same time.”

With a final, shuddering cry, your orgasm crashes down, your body convulsing in pleasure. He follows you soon after, his grip on your hips tightening as he spills into you, his own release mingling with yours. The intensity of the moment leaves you both breathless, clinging to each other as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through your bodies.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark and satisfied as he looks down at you with a smile that exposes his gums. He lays down next to you and pulls you into his arms, his lips finding yours in a tender, possessive kiss. 

“You’re mine,” he whispers against your lips, the words a promise and a declaration.

“You’re mine,” he repeats. “I’ll never let you leave.”

At that moment, as you lie there in his arms, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you don’t want him to. The world outside may be complicated and uncertain, but here, with him, everything feels right.

This is your home.

All you want is for this man to be infatuated with you for the rest of your life.

This is how things should be. Right?

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– tbc?

✨ let me know ur thoughts! how are you feeling?! ✉️

[riphobisbraces]

The Lucky Seven | BTS ot7 x reader

Hybrid/Royal AU

~ Chapter 1 ~

[ word count 3400+ ]

❀ genre: dark royal core, hybrid au, royalty au, hybrids/knights!ot7 x human/ princess!reader, afab (she/her) reader, polyamory (mostly ot7 x reader), strangers to lovers, daddy dom, smut and sexual sometimes. tiny bits of horror

❀ warnings: smut, swearing, murder, death (not the reader or ot7 though, I'm not evil), mentions of inbreeding (not between reader or ot7) some unsettling horror depictions, it won't be every chapter though or the whole story, just little bits here and there. (I'm willing to re write chapters for you to read if you can't do horror but still wanna follow along, just ask!🖤)

——— summary ———

In a world of hybrids and humans, following each other closely to extinction, you are one of the last full humans, Princess y/l/n of the emerald nation. humans are essential for the survival of hybrids so why are assailants hunting you and your family down? because of this, the court has decided it’d be best for you to be guarded at all times by the nations strongest knights, you’ve only ever heard of them but have never seen their faces. What will happen once you come face to face with the infamous “lucky seven”?

[ chapter 1 ]

“you will not go.”

Your father states lowly but firmly. The voice sharp enough to slice the chatter amongst the servants into silence. you were having lunch with your mother and father when you made the fatal mistake of bringing up the possibility of you attending tonight’s annual masquerade ball and thereby making your debut to the kingdom.

Ever since you were a little girl you had been sheltered your entire life. You’re told it’s for your own protection, for your people. you have to stay safe and alive to be able to nourish your nation.

being one of the last full blooded humans, you are a target. No one knows what you look like and you don’t know what anyone else looks like as well. Aside from your staff and servants, no one has ever seen your face. The kingdom and nation knows of your existence of course and they love you nonetheless but because of the scarcity of humans, your father has hidden you away in fear of you being kidnapped or worse.

Your father sees you as a priceless pearl, something he has the strong urge to protect. You were his treasure and he himself had a dark past he never got into as to why he was so overprotective. “but father… I’m 22 years old..” you say but as soon as it leaves your mouth, you wish you could take it back.

“Daughter, I know your age. And to question me is to disobey me, please leave your mother and I at once and make your way into your chamber” your father ends the conversation with that, wiping his mouth with his hanker-chief. He’s always been strict and what he says is always final. As you sat across from your mother, you stood up, placing your hands on the cold grey marble table.

You give her a look, furrowing your eyebrows as to say “please say something” but to your dismay she does the same as your father, wiping her mouth then clearing her throat before looking down to finish her meal. You sigh before you give in with a feeble “yes father”. standing up, you make your way out of dining room, feeling sympathetic glances from the staff as you leave the room.

Walking to your chamber you notice the marbled white floor feels a bit chilly today. you walk through the corridor, onto the white stairway, feeling the relief of warm velvet carpet beneath your chilly feet. Walking up the stairs, one by one, you reach the halfway mark.

The sun from the large glass windows on top of the staircase beams through, tickling your eyes. you squint and use your hand to shade your eyes before looking up. You see two birds fly by, disappearing as quickly as they appeared, almost looking like as if they flew into the clouds.

You feel your heart fall heavy, filled with desperation to be like one of those birds, even just for a second. how lucky they were, to be able to go anywhere, anytime they want. no responsibilities.

It’s a little cliche but people are right when they say they wish they were birds you think to yourself. You’ve read hundreds of books and definitely have come across some descriptions of people wanting to be birds. Never understanding though as a child, you would think to yourself “why on earth would one want feathers? And to have a beak? How bizarre” But as an adult, you understood why now. It was about the freedom.

“Your highness, are you alright? Is your heart okay?” No it isn’t. You snap out of your thoughts before you realize you were still standing halfway up the staircase, clutching your chest all the while an old male servant by the name of Lloyd, looked at you with a face of concern. How long did you space out for, you thought.

“Oh yes, thank you. I guess I just got lost in thought” you give a half smile to your servant. His face of concern turned to relief before quickly turning sour again. while waiting for his response you realize he was one of the servants that was in the dining room when that whole theatrical happened with your father.

“Your highness, please forgive me if I’m speaking out of turn but I do feel sorry for you and your predicament. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do to lessen your grievances.” He tries to smile before dismissing himself with a bow and turning away. this of course isn’t unusual, your servants do seem to pity you a lot, which you find ridiculous and kind of ironic, that your “sheltering” has gotten to the point where servants pity a princess!

you’re grumbling as you think and make your way through the upstairs corridor, before eventually finally reaching your room. the oh so familiar two large and tall, white doors stand in front of you. you’ve seen these doors more often than you’ve seen your own face you thought to yourself.

reaching for the diamond knobs you turn them before pushing your way in. The breeze of the outside immediately hits your nose. It’s so fresh and delightful.

Your maids know how stuffy it gets in your chamber and how much you love fresh air so they leave your window open whenever you’re away from your chamber. Your room is cream coloured and filled to the brim with gold accents. High ceilings and lots of books.

Walking towards your desk by the window, you feel your mood start to shift. you feel a bit better despite the little argument you had with father this afternoon. you take a seat in your chair, it’s plush seating immediately coaxing your back into comfort and relaxation.

Inhale… exhale… you look up to your painting above the desk. it’s of two women, dancing in glee at some sort of outdoors festival. you always loved this painting, the happiness they seem to exude, the freedom and love.

They look like they don’t care about the past nor future, they are just focused on the present and what’s in front of each other. Oh how you longed to be that free and content. you feel the familiar heaviness sinking into you chest once again.

you have to feel that freedom, you have to have that happiness at least for one night, dear god, please, just for one night. The desperation in your chest starts to grow more and more. The desperation turns into fear and anxiety.

You feel your palms sweat and your face get hot just at the very thought. Your hands start to shake once you come to the very obvious conclusion. you HAVE to sneak out to the ball tonight.

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“But Lloyd, you said you would do anything” you whine with a pout to your servant. “Your highness I-I might’ve of offered but I didn’t think you would need this! And your father- ohhh no, your father is a very scary man and I don’t think if I-“ you shush Lloyd, the same old male servant from before from the stairway. “shhhh. Keep it down! you aren’t doing anything you aren’t supposed to be doing, just play along. Just- Please.. “ You reply with hopelessness at this point, looking down.

you had hatched the perfect plan. You made it as though you were sleeping in your bed, forming your pillows to the shape of your body underneath the comforter. You were all dressed and had your mask on but even so, you would just have to avoid your personal staff and your parents, no one knew you were the princess and what you looked like.

Your father had luckily assigned Lloyd to sit outside your chamber with the guards. The routine is usually a servant will come in and out, checking on you from time to time making sure you are okay before letting the guards know. they would sit there all night which you had gotten used to over the course of your life.

You were always being watched and protected. a sigh interrupts your thoughts “if you’re caught, I knew nothing.” he says in defeat. your eyes widen with a bright glow and you feel your heart skip a beat before jumping into his arms “thank you, thank you, thank you” you whisper. he knows he shouldn’t be doing this but he can’t help but feel for you and your situation.

But the way you lit up and how fast he heard your heart go at his answer, he didn’t regret agreeing. Suddenly he pulled away from the embrace to face you, “Okay princess but you have to promise me not to leave the castle! please stay within the ball and please don’t get recognized. If you’re in danger please just run back to your chamber and reveal yourself to the servants so we can help you. And-“ the old man was about to continue before you cut him off “I promise I’ll be safe. just leave it all to me” you smiled at him.

He sighed out before he looked down at you and tried to return the smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Okay your highness” He replied. You give him one last smile before you let go and he dismisses himself.

Hearing your chamber door closed, you slowly walked up to your mirror, taking one last look. you were adorned with a long black dress, thin short sleeves resting on your shoulders, décolletage exposed wearing a pearl necklace with a dark green emerald laid in between your collarbones. your bangs were slightly pinned back just enough to show off your black lace mask.

Wearing your silk black gloves, you pulled up your mask to your face. this was the night. Tonight would be the night of your life. you feel yourself start to shake, before you suddenly feel the urge to throw up from all the adrenaline already.

you swallow it back holding your stomach. You thought this would be easy, thinking of it so many times before but now that you’re actually doing it, you are very frightened. You’ve never been by yourself, you’ve never been in public and mostly, you’ve never disobeyed your father.

You start to rethink your decisions. It’s not too late to undress and head to bed your good conscience says. father would never know. no. something snaps in you saying “it’s now or never”.

you shake your hands breathing in and out walking back and forth from your window before looking out to check for the outside night guards. You planned on jumping out your window and making your way to the ball since you’re only up on the second floor. There was also a small tool-shed in front of your window so you decided that you could easily make that jump to on top of it.

Once you’ve noticed that the guards finished their round near your window and were out of sight, you decide you have to just do it, or else you never will. without thinking, you opened your window ever so slightly before making the jump to the top of that very shed you’ve thought about jumping onto for years.

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breathing in and out while looking up at the stars, you just lay there, on top of the tool shed. “I did it” you thought. You start to quietly giggle to yourself.

Even if you didn’t make it to the ball, this was enough. this was the furthest you’ve ever been outside the castle by yourself and it was simply outside your window. you catch eye of the Big Dipper, noting how prettier it looks outside.

You’ve seen the Big Dipper many times before from your window but to be apart of it outside, feels different. there are no walls surrounding you, just miles and miles of horizon. you feel like you’re in space.

“wow..” you say. You’re enjoying being in this new space before you’re brought back to reality with the sound of a snap of a twig. you quickly sat up and gasped.

you looked around into the darkness, squinting in hopes that would somehow improve your night vision. you quickly climb off once you decide that the coast is clear, making your way into the night. you can’t shake the feeling that someone or something is watching you though so you pick up your pace to the entrance.

Turns out your feeling was right. someone was watching you, not a threat though. the hybrid watched in the dark with curiosity as you made your way to the front of the palace. “Hmm” a low voice grumbles from the dark as you’re already long gone.

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“woah…” you say in amazement at the crowd. You made your way to the front entrance where every hybrid of all ages were laughing and chattering. everyone looks beautiful and exquisite, definitely fit for a Royal ball.

You can’t help but smile like you never smiled before in your life. in awe of the different faces and smells, you find yourself all of a sudden getting pushed inside as everyone makes their way in. the crowd forming a moving wave toward the entrance with you in it so you decide to just go with the flow hoping you won’t trip.

As the crowd moves towards inside, it doesn’t take long before everyone starts to disperse into a large and grand ballroom. You gasp in astonishment, why haven’t you ever seen the ballroom when it was decorated like this?

Yes you’ve passed by it many times but the room was always empty and plain. It always felt spacious and dark, a lonely room. but tonight was different, the room had come alive with warmth and gold.

It was as if what was missing were people, smiles and laughter. It felt like an another dimension, the layout was your home but you were somewhere completely different. You made your way to the side of the room, leaning against the wall and just taking in the scene before you.

The sound of trumpets startle you from your bewilderment, panicking and immediately ducking down because you know that could only mean your father is going to make his entrance. “Woahh there miss, it’s just the horns for the king” a deep voice makes you turn your head.

A tall man standing in front of you makes your stomach drop. Looking him up and down real quick you realize, he’s a knight. you’ve never been this close to anyone but your servants, let alone having to speak to them. “o-oh yeah. I know” you quickly say before trying to hide again.

You look at the grand staircase in the middle of the room where it looks like your father will be entering from. Feeling your heart beat faster you turn back to get another look at the man’s face beside you before realizing he hadn’t broken his eye contact on you since he’s spoked. he was wearing a black eye mask but you could tell that he was handsome.

His heart shaped lips and angular jawline. He had dark hair and dark eyes to match, you could feel your palms getting hot and a weird fluttering feeling go off in your stomach just by looking at him. “is there a reason why you don’t smell of hybrid miss?” he broke your thought whilst smirking.

Wait what, smell? “what do you mean?” you question. He continues “well it’s just that, every hybrid has a certain scent that others can decipher as hybrid but it seems that…” he leans closer to smell you as you shiver from the sudden close contact “you don’t have a scent. Not a hybrid scent anyway, and as a hybrid, I shouldn’t even be having to explain this to you as you should know this… right?” He smiles. Shit, you are screwed.

You didn’t know that. otherwise you would’ve stayed in your chamber. Humans and hybrids have differentiating scents? your father never really told you these things as he thought you wouldn’t need to know them.

God damn it, father, you thought to yourself. “I just-“ you were about to continue when you were saved by the bell, or at least you thought you were. It was your father speaking. “Welcome to the 34th annual masquerade ball! please help yourself to refreshments and dance to your heart's content! please enjoy!” He finishes with a bow.

Everyone begins clapping as you find yourself sneaking away to get back to your chamber. Making your way out, you suddenly feel your wrist being grabbed, you gasped before your turned to face the same man you were talking to before. “I know you’re the princess, and I know you shouldn’t be here” he admits with a soft voice.

You feel your knees turn into noodles as you’re caught. “Please oh please don’t tell my Father, I was just about to go back into my chamber-“ you’re cut off when something quickly partially covers your sight. the room went quiet from the sudden fast flying object. you look above the thing partially covering your sight before you realize what it was.

An arrow. in between yours and the man’s face. You gasp, breath hitching, trembling as you look at the man in front of you who also has wide eyes. he suddenly covers you and picks you up bridal style without a thought and yells “THE PRINCESS IS BEING ATTACKED” everyone starts to scream and duck once everyone registers what’s going on.

“the princess?” “What is she doing here” screams and confused chatter quickly spread amongst the ball all the while, your father is standing on top of the stairs frozen in bewilderment.

What were you doing here? Who was attacking? Who’s going after his little girl? Why can’t he move? He can’t do anything but watch everything unfold in shock, still like a statue.

The voices of servants and knights trying to get orders from him, just registering as ringing in his ears. His mouth slightly agape, amongst the chaos, one of his best knights pulls him by the shoulders. “MY LORD” suddenly a loud voice abruptly brought him back from his frozen shock.

He looks up before realizing it’s one of the lucky seven. Ironically, he feels lucky because of this. “get my daughter out of here” is all the king could muster before the knight gave him a stern nod.

Running down the stairs, the knight yells out to his pack member carrying the princess “HOBI, GET HER TO NAMJOON” hobi nods while running to the front to where the said knight named Namjoon resided. The aforementioned knight running down the stairs then took out his sword and quickly looked for his other pack members to take down the asalients.

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you’re frozen. You can’t do anything but watch the horror unfold. This is all your fault, it had to be. People were pushing each other, screaming and crying.

Everyone was running for their lives all the while you were being carried by this unknown knight. You could feel the regret and fear in your stomach churning together to create this whole new awful feeling. You just wanted to go home, you regretted ever coming out.

Your train of thought is broken when the two of you finally made it outside. An even taller and buff looking man ran up to you guys. “Hobi, what’s going on?” he asks concerned while looking back at you both and everyone running past you guys. Who you guess is Hobi, puts you down and replies “this is the princess, she’s being attacked. We need to hide her until the others calm everything down, king’s orders”

Namjoon looks at you in shock “the princess?” before quickly shaking his head, snapping himself out of his own shock before saying “alright, I’ll take her from here”. The buff looking man quickly shape-shifts into his animal form, a large dark grey wolf.

Hobi quickly puts you on top of his back before saying “hang on tight your highness” you do as your told and hold onto the wolf around its shoulders, not being able to wrap your arms fully around because of how truly large he was. Letting your hands sink into his fur, you grab on before he suddenly starts running.

You turn around as the palace behind you becomes smaller and smaller and the screams become quieter and quieter. You turn back to face forward before letting yourself succumb to your adrenaline, now feeling safe. This fur is warm you think to yourself before drifting to sleep, all the while you somehow held onto the hybrid tight the whole ride, too scared to let go or be alone even whilst asleep.

a/n; okay so I know I said I would start writing chapter one tomorrow but I couldn’t wait, I wanted to get the story rolling before I started writing tomorrow again. anyway what did you think? why didn’t Lloyd tell y/n about humans and hybrids having different scents? who was watching her while she was on top of the tool shed? and how did hobi know y/n was the princess 🤔 also who was the knight that broke the king out of his thoughts? So many questions unanswered but continue reading to see what happens! we will be meeting the boys properly next chapter :)

Next chapter:

[stellamalonesolaria]

BTS JEON JUNGKOOK X READER FF | His Iris | one shot.

pairing: Brother’s bestfriend! jeon jungkook x college student! reader

genre: s2l, forbidden love au, college romance, fluff.

warning: mild swearing. mention of domestic abuse.

author’s note: this was exhausting to write, took me an entire day to write this. i’ve not proofread it so i apologise in advance for any grammatical and spelling errors. hope you enjoy this fic

word count: 9,862 words 53,694 characters

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“There’s someone at the door”, your friend Mark yells, audible enough for you to proceed to the main entrance and unlatch the door. As you open the door, you���re greeted by two muscular men, one of them being your brother, Park Jimin.

Your brother is holding the other man, who appears to be half asleep, by his shoulders, supporting him in order for him to stand erect in front of you. His eyes are closed. The man looks wasted, as though he must’ve devoured gallons of booze.

“Brother, what are you doing at Mark’s place at this hour?”, You ask your brother as he looks at you agitated and in scrutiny. “What are YOU doing at Mark’s place at this hour, is my question exactly”, he retorts, evidently fuming because of your presence at a guy’s place during such an odd timing.

“Brother Jimin, I was here because Samantha, Mark’s girlfriend invited me over for a little freshers party for our university batch”, you chirp, trying to ease down the tense atmosphere created by your brother by emphasising on the fact that a girl invited you, not a guy. Your brother has always been over protective of you to say the least. He even used to masquerade himself as your husband whenever your childhood friend Namjoon insisted on playing house with you. No man has dared to approach you as your brother masked himself as the hooligan who chased those scoundrels away from his precious baby sister. You have always lead a sheltered life being Park Jimin’s inestimable sibling.

“Go back to your dorm, I will drive you.”, Jimin strictly instructs you. You reluctantly comply and walk towards his car parked in-front of the decorated porch. On the way, you notice, the drunken being has opened his eyes as he coughs violently, an indication to his hangover and presumably nausea. You quickly halt in your tracks as you retrace your steps back to the foyer, where both the men are still currently standing.

“He’s gonna vomit, let me guide him to the washroom before he ruins Mark’s vestibule.”, you say alarmingly. Your brother looks at you with a straight face with his tongue poking the inner side of the cheek. “No I’ll take him.”, your brother announces. The man is still coughing vigorously. You direct your brother to the bathroom area where the younger man can go and barf to his heart’s content.

You go to Mark’s kitchen and prepare lemon water for the latter for his hangover. You climb up the stairs to the room where the toilet is located. You look at your brother patting the stranger’s back, trying to calm him down, while he throws up. You hand over the lemonade to your brother who then leans down to make the man drink it as a cure for his drunkenness. You grab a mop to clean the toilet while the duo is still sat on the floor.

Your brother suddenly sits up straight. “I’m going to the kitchen to keep the glass in the sink. You clean up this washroom and then we’ll leave okay?” Your brother leaves the man unattended, that means, under your care and surveillance. You proceed to clean the floor with the mop and the toilet area on which there’s puke stains while the man sits down on the floor trying to rejuvenate and recover and sober up.

Once you’re done cleaning, you attempt to look at the man sitting on the floor with his eyes closed and his one hand rubbing his temples. You stare at his swoon worthy features, he’s gorgeous. His hair is a beautiful colour of burgundy accentuating his features which comprise of a well defined and sharp jawline, elevated cheekbones, a glowing forehead due to beads of sweat formed on it, his cherry pigmented plump and moist lips. His delicate facial characteristics encapsulate you in a void where no one exists except for the both of you. He’s such a beauty.

“Are you done staring”, the man states, you get pulled out of the trance as his deep yet very sexy voice resonates with you. He opens his eyes, revealing his orbs. His eyes are a beautiful shade of brown with a pearly glint to them which appear as glistening stars stolen from the transcendent universe. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”, you say embarrassed, your cheeks crimson. The man just grunts and groans in response, probably still in a lot of pain due to consumption of liquor.

“By the way, I’m Y/N, Park Jimin’s sister”, you introduce yourself trying to converse with him for some mystic reason. “Jungkook. Jeon jungkook.”, he says his name with his eyes glued to you, further flustering you. “Nice to meet you Jungkook”, you say coyly, he smirks in return, surprising you. “Is your headache okay?”, you try to continue this colloquial interaction. “You’re pretty”, he says, ignoring your question as you’re thrown aback by his statement. “Excuse me?”, you ask in disbelief unable to believe what you just heard. “I said you’re pretty”, he has a teasing grin on his face, as butterflies jitter in your stomach seeing him flash a smile. “Thank you”, you say genuinely.

Jungkook tries to stand up straight but is unable to do so, hence, you lend him a hand after witnessing his futile attempts to get up. “No i’m fine I do not need your help.” he spits, “You look like you need it.”, you jab at him after spotting his annoyance. He looks at your hand in front of him, contemplates a little before taking it to get up. You guide him to the wash basin where he splatters cold water on his face, some droplets cling onto you due to you being so close to him.

He looks at you while you try to wipe the few droplets on yourself, you look so pretty, almost as if, he feels like he’s witnessing an angel in heaven playing with the water gods. Droplets trickle down his face, seeing them fall down, you’re reminded of your brother whom you’d help cleaning up this way whenever he splashed his face with water, you grab a towel and instinctively start wiping his face, leaving him flustered this time. Realisation sinks in a while later when you’re almost done cleaning his face, you’re way too close to him, your front bodies almost touching, you’re almost feeling his buff chest through his tank top. You quickly retract from there, bowing your head to apologise for this sudden erratic behaviour, making him chuckle. You then look up as he towers over your figure, your lips almost touching his. Your heart skips a beat. He’s so beautiful. You pull yourself away from him and in the process you slip over the slippery freshly mopped surface. You’re prepared to fall when you suddenly feel a strong arm preventing your fall by holding you by your waist. You both stare into each other’s eyes. Minutes pass by, you both remain in this position but it changes when you hear footsteps approaching you. You become aware of your surroundings, you stand up alert, away from the muscular figure.

“Sorry for taking so much time, I met this weird guy ‘Mark’ who was all over me, questioning my roots?? Then I had to explain to him that I’m Y/N’s brother, like couldn’t he have guessed by just looking at me?”, Jimin says as he enters the washroom. You and Jungkook look at him and then at each other and laugh at your brother’s overdramatised rhetorics. “Well, the good news is that I’ve sobered up thanks to you and your little sister, which I had no clue about until today so thanks for that Park.”, Jungkook says sarcastically, “Now let’s leave this ‘weird guy’s washroom’ before he barges in and inspects my roots as well”, jungkook continues as he earns a laugh from your end.

You head to your brother’s end, feeling someone’s eyes over you. Jungkook is looking at you, for some reason, you’re so alluring to him.

He opens the car door for you, as you step inside, sitting right behind the passenger seat, the one which Jungkook has captured. Your brother buckles his seat belt as he gets ready to drive. You feel Jungkook pushing his seat back a little as your leg space gets cramped, annoying you. You spread your legs wide under his seat, almost touching his legs. He senses this and turns his head around to look at you as he subtly but gently kicks your leg back earning a small yelp from you. You never back down in a fight, especially silent wars like this. You not so gently kick his leg earning a shriek from him which grabs the attention of your brother who formerly was only focusing on driving. “What happened jungkook?”, he asks raising an eyebrow, Jungkook looks at you in discreet where you signal for him to keep his mouth shut. Jungkook looks at you smugly, intaking the fact that you’re absolutely terrified of your brother. He is about to speak when your petrified state says, “He wants to listen to Kim Namjoon’s new album”, your brother looks at you and then at him curiously, “Is that so?”, he raises an eyebrow again, this time directed at jungkook and you both. “Yes”, “No”—you and jungkook reply in unison confusing the older man. “The album Seven is way better”, Jungkook retorts, he earns a gasp from you. “No wayyy, Right place Wrong Person is the best.”, you argue. You and Jungkook keep going back and forth on this topic, tired by this Jimin intrudes in your skirmish with Jungkook. “Both of them suck, Muse is way better than both of them anyday.”. Jungkook and you look at him in absolute astonishment. “THAT ALBUM IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST, Oli London sings better than the artist who created ‘Muse’”, you both say in unison to which Jimin heaves showing he is so offended by that. “Get out of my car you both.”, he scolds. You and Jungkook just laugh at this.

As time goes, you get bored as you still sense eyes on you but the entire car is silent. You plug in your wireless ear phones, playing ‘Labyrinth by Taylor Swift’, one of your comfort songs. You look at Jungkook while the song plays in the background through the rear view mirror and you spot him, looking back at you, amusing you. “Pass me one of your ear buds as well”, Jungkook says, as he also insists on joining in your music playing jam. You hand him one of the ear buds and as you’re about to sit back on your seat again, he holds your hand, pulls you forward and takes your phone from your hand, switching the track from ‘Labyrinth’ to ‘the boy is mine’ by Ariana Grande. “Hey! I was listening to taylor swift”, you whine, Jungkook just half laughs, “Well now you’re listening to the boy is mine.”, he says while Jimin remains silent, his attention solely on the road, you roll your eyes, as you attempt to sit back on the seat.

You look out of the window of your brother’s car as you spot a flower vendor on the way. “STOP THE CAR!”, you yell/demand. Your brother immediately stops the car, “WHO THE FUCK DIED?”, he screams as you just look at him, “Nothing, I just wanted irises, there’s a flower vendor there on the road.”, you say casually as both Jimin and Jungkook shake their heads at you. “I’ll buy it for you.”, Jimin sighs as he opens the car door to get out but is interrupted by the young man sitting on the passenger seat,” No Hyung, let me go buy flowers for her, you already bought my today’s dose of alcohol for me.”, Jimin agrees as Jungkook gets out and purchases a bouquet of irises for you. Your heart thumps loudly, the background music shifts to play Labyrinth by Taylor Swift again, you see Jungkook approach your side of the window with his flowers for you, his iris that he bought for you. You lower down your window shuttle as he hands you the flowers while Taylor Swift in your ear bud sings out ‘Uh oh I’m falling in love’. You mouth a small thank you to him while he just flashes a gentle small smile to you.

The moonlight luminescent in the sky as you head out of the car after reaching your dorm. “Take care of yourself and no more of any late night rendezvous or parties from now on.”, Jimin says sternly, you nod and wish him goodnight by pecking his cheeks. The car stays still till you enter the frontier of your college dorm, you look back one last time, glancing at the man sitting beside your brother, flashing him a small smile as the hold on the bouquet gifted by him gets stronger, you bask in the sweet fragrance of the irises as you turn yourself away from the vehicle, as you do that, you notice a small slip hidden beneath the canopies of the flowers, you proceed to take it out. The note carrying nine digits belonging to the person who has a bunny like smile. You smile at the note which clearly flushed as you cannot wait to text him.

The following morning, you wake up and wash up for your classes in uni. You’re majoring in economics, planning to be a data analyst for finance companies. You put on your mascara while the events from last night flash in your mind, oh how a chance encounter blossomed exciting feelings within you. You haven’t texted Jungkook yet for some reason. Although the wait is tormenting you but you like this game which nuances your patience levels. You pick up your bag after you’re done caking your face with makeup.

You catch a public bus to reach your college from your dorm. You clutch your phone in your hands. You enter his digits inscribed on the note via your dial pad. You save his contact as Jungkook.

You send him a text after much contemplation as to what to message him. Your text reads, ‘Hi it’s Y/n, thanks for the flowers yesterday, how’s your hangover right now?”

You put your phone down, as you do that, you feel it vibrate, you’ve received a notification from the very person you just texted.

The message says, “Hey there pretty girl, I’m feeling a bit better thanks to someone’s lemonade.”, ‘so he noticed’, you think, you continue reading the message which states, “Hope you liked the flowers and the little gift I left with it”, he’s clearly being flirtatious, catching you off guard with his text, your cheeks flush a new shade of red. “I liked the flowers, although I cannot say the same for your ‘gift’”, you tease him on text. “You texting me right now is proof enough that you didn’t just like it, you loved it.” he replies to your text, unwaveringly. How is he able to make your heart flutter through text. Is he a professional flirt or what. These thoughts cross your mind as you blush profusely.

You depart the bus as you reach your destination. You plug in your earphones as you enter your university but are very shocked to see the person in-front of you.

Unbeknownst to you, Jeon Jungkook has befriended your brother within the gates of this college. Jeon Jungkook is also pursuing bachelors in finance and is interning in one of the big shot companies hence the payment of the flowers was done by his hard earned money.

Jungkook looks at your tiny silhouette as he heads over to you. He immediately takes one of your ear pieces and inserts in his right ear. “the boy is mine? sweet, glad you picked up on my elite taste”, Jungkook remarks earning a glare from you as your cheeks heat up. “Not because of you, I just happened to like this song, it’s Ariana after all.”, you protest, more like lie, you’ve been unable to get Jungkook out of your mind ever since yesterday and this song draws you close to Jungkook’s tastes. “I’m surprised to see you here though like I didn’t know you attended the same college as my brother and I.”, you say truthfully to which Jungkook replies wittily, “How else was I able to afford those expensive irises if not for an internship in finance company due to this university?”, “Fair enough”, you say sighing.

Your hair comes undone as you walk along with Jungkook, he notices that and stops in his tracks, holding your wrist, stopping you as well. He comes near you, his breath fanning over your lips, he gently holds your cheek, as you close your eyes preparing for a kiss, but you feel him tugging your hair strand behind your ears, leaving you flushed once again. He should get a degree in making you flustered. He lets go of your hand and leans in to whisper, “Maybe next time, I’ll kiss you.” your stomach is doing a back flip as your heart stops beating all because of one person, Jeon Jungkook.

“Wanna bunk?”, Jungkook suggests as you hastily shake your head, “No noo, my brother will plunge a dagger through my heart if he ever finds out.”, Jungkook snorts at your statement, “Who’s gonna be telling him?”, he simply says, “I thought you were supposed to be his friend?”, you ask, “I am but sometimes, he can be unreasonably strict especially towards you, you’re allowed to have fun too you know.”, he says softly, “the only thing unreasonable is bunking.” you state, he rolls his eyes, “one day of skipping class would not hurt anyone, judging by the bag you’re carrying, you look too diligent, you’ll be able to cover up the missed class syllabus in no time, plus i’ll help as well.”, he says to which you agree as you look at his chocolatey eyes.

Jungkook pulls up with your brother’s car from the previous day. You look at him with widened eyes, “What if brother notices that his car is missing and then he finds out I’m ditching class?”, you panic while Jungkook just laughs, he indicates for you to get in. You hastily become his passenger princess as you sit on the seat beside him while he buckles his seatbelt and sets out to drive.

Jungkook shows you a text which is seemingly acknowledged by your brother as it reads, “Ditching class. Taking your car for a ride.”, you just keep your eyes widened in shock, “He let you skip?”, you ask still amazed, “He can’t stop me sweetheart”, jungkook replies smugly.

Jungkook parks the car in the parking lot, as he steps out, he comes to your side of the car and opens the door like a gentleman, impressed by his actions, you get out of the car and bow to him as a way of showing your appreciation towards his very considerate behaviour. You both head to a coffee shop as he orders a chocolate mocha for you and chocolate shake with condensed banana milk for him. You take a note of his liking towards banana milk as he specifically requests for banana milk along with his chocolate shake.

“Are we going to sit down for our drinks?”, you ask, “Is that what you want?”, Jungkook asks in return, “I mean what do you plan to do now?”, you ask as you hold your chocolate mocha in one hand sipping on the drink while he devours his banana milk chocolate shake. “How about we go shopping?”, he offers, you agree. You love shopping for clothes, you usually come alone or with your brother or sometimes with your dorm mates but this would be the first time you’d go shopping with a guy, this would be special. “Let’s go shopping for clothes!”, you chirp making Jungkook smile.

You enter this shopping outlet with Jungkook, you both unknowingly link your arms as you scroll through the columns where the dresses were hung.

“Will this purple suit you?”, you ask trying to imagine him in a purple shirt, “I hate purple”, he immediately remarks, you sigh as you say, “hate is a strong feeling, maybe say purple doesn’t suit you?”, jungkook rolls his eyes, his expression on his face darkening, becoming more serious, “I hate it.”, he states coldly, fearing you with his eccentric reply, you don’t coax him further with this entire ‘purple’ topic.

While looking for T-shirts for him, you stumble upon the prettiest dress you’ve ever seen. A floral printed skirt with a white vest embedded with buttons in the middle. A classic dress. Jungkook notices you admiring the beautiful work done by the creator of the dress. “We should buy this white floral dress”, he remarks, you look at him and shake your head, “No, it’s too costly plus I’m not carrying a lot of money with me.”, you say, “It’s okay, this dress is on me”, Jungkook says offering to pay for the ethereal dress, “No Jeon, it’s okay but thanks for the offer though.”, Your eyes brim with sincerity moving Jungkook.

Jungkook asks you to get him coffee while he has to buy something, you comply, as you go to the café, today’s fun all because of one person’s presence.

You sit down after taking what you ordered for Jungkook as you wait for him to arrive. He comes with a shopping bag. He sits down right beside you, his face only a few centimetres away from you. Accelerating your beating heart, you try to move away but he grabs your wrist yet once again and pulls you closer to him. He holds your cheek while his other hand pulls out something in front of you, as it turns out, it is the same shopping bag he was carrying when he entered the café.

“What about this?”, you ask him looking at his hand carrying the shopping bag in front of your face. “This is for you.”, he says softly, his eyes piercing through yours, “You didn’t need to-“, you say flustered, “Shh, consider it a gift from my end.”, he immediately cuts you short, as your heart flips.

You take the bag from his hand, blushing. You thank him for his gift. He waves for you to unpack the ‘gift’. The gift turns out to be the expensive dress you laid your eyes on. Your mouth falls, wide agape, you look at him, half happy, half cranky, “Jeon why-“, you ask, “Just thought it’d look good on you.”, he states truthfully. You peck his cheeks as your token of thanks. His cheeks now visibly turning pink. He clears his throat as he says, “Wear this tomorrow okay?”, “Tomorrow why?”, you look at him as you ask this, “Don’t you want to cover your missed syllabus? I’ll help you tomorrow over a cup of coffee after classes.”, you smile at him as he says this and nod your head.

“Also Jeon, please take your classes seriously, try not to skip them much.”, you request him, more like advise him as you stare into his honey glazed eyes. He nods his head and promises you to take care of his college academic life. You smile at him as he reciprocates your smile.

The next evening, you look at yourself in the mirror where you’re adorned by jewellery which goes along with the outfit bought by Jungkook. You apply blush on your cheeks and a rose tint on your lips to accentuate their shade. You comb your hair and tie your hair in a sleek pony.

You walk towards the doorway of your dorm, opening your camera app, looking at yourself for the last time before Jungkook pulls up with Jimin’s car. Jimin is out of town for his internship for the time being, creating a lot of time for you to meet Jungkook for your little study session.

Jungkook has parked Jimin’s car in front of the entrance of your dorm. He slowly lowers down his window shuttle. You proceed forward towards the car, growing closer to him. He looks at you, completely and utterly mesmerised by the beguiling beauty in front of him. Your soft features becoming more prominent due to the addition of the jewellery.

Jungkook steps out of the car after basking in your lavender scent, he holds your hand, leads you to your side of the car, opens the door for you to sit inside the vehicle. He has a bunny like smile plastered on his face as he gazes the pulchritudinous lady admiringly.

He’s pulled out of this artistic trance set up by angels when you snap your fingers in front of him. He blinks his eyes, as he gets onto the driver’s seat. He hands you an iris lovingly before setting out to drive you both to a café.

You both reach the café, Jungkook is scanning the menu while you plop out the study material of the lecture you missed that you borrowed from your dorm roommate. Jungkook furrows his eyebrows as he looks at you, “We’re going to start studying right away?”, he questions astonished, “Yes, I have to maintain my CGPA, to land an impressive internship for a great experience.”, you reply, he sighs as he keeps the menus aside, “I guess we will order coffee in a while.”, he says while you laugh.

“Jungkook you know, the colour purple that you seemingly detest is the colour of the irises I love. Isn’t that a bizarre coincidence?” You say while Jungkook just remains silent, his face blank yet tears pooling near his eyes, “Y/n, you know I used to love the colour purple once but as it turns out your likes and dislikes alter as you grow up so now tada I hate purple.”, he says. You witness the evident façade he’s establishing to suppress his real emotions but you don’t want to be a pushover hence you try to change the topic, “What about your hobbies? What do you like aside from banana milk?”, he notices how you mention banana milk as he raises an eyebrow enchanted by your attention to detail, “You”, he simply replies, ruffling you, your heart flittering, “I’m serious, stop kidding.”, you say, your cheeks turning a scarlet shade of red. “You can say I like tutoring the one I like, I like playing video games and driving a damsel around to a café.”, he says, jitters in your stomach, this man is so coquettish, you hit his toned chest as he’s just sitting beside you hence giving you an easy access to touching his body, “Stop joking Jeon.”, you say even though you want him to continue his flirting whilst still wanting to learn about his likes and dislikes. “You can say I like over watch.”, he says trying to quench your curiosity about him, “Like the video game or the hentai?”, you tease, he widens his eyes, his ears turning crimson red, “You know what hentai is?”, he asks in return, shocked by your knowledge, “Oh I’m a woman of many secrets.,”, you say trying to continue this witty interaction where you’ve the upper hand, “Oh I see, can’t wait to uncover all the secrets this woman might be hiding.”, Jungkook smirks as he says that. You both laugh and have a gala time during this electrifying tutoring session provided by him only exclusive to you.

Hours pass by, you’re almost done being taught by him, you’ve covered up the necessary topics. You love how you both can bond over studies as well now. “I guess we’re done for today.”, Jungkook says looking unpleasant, his face is like an empty canvas which articulates every emotion in his palette whenever he feels them. “You don’t want me to go yet?”, you say, surprised by how bold you’ve become in a few days because of this gentleman, you let out a small squeal, “Yes, in fact how did you even know?”, Jungkook laughs, himself astonished by the change in your behaviour. “You know what, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning for college, let’s go together, what say?”, he proposes, “Yes a hundred times yes.”, you approve.

The following morning, you spot him with his car, more like your brother’s car which has become his now for the time being, you clutch onto your bag pack as you see him step out and open the car gate for you to get in, his passenger queen.

He gets in the vehicle as well. He starts the engine and before he starts driving, he pulls out the midnight album by Taylor Swift, for which he got up extra early so that you could listen to Labyrinth with him in the car to the way to your institute. “You like Taylor Swift now?”, you say flustered, and impressed both by how considerate he has become of your tastes, but the truth is, he’s growing fond of you as you are of him, he’s taking a liking to your tastes, you’re changing him in ways that he doesn’t realise but he knows it’s for the best, as he’s becoming gentler day by day and the due reason and cause of this is you, “Yes apparently so, Labyrinth is a beautiful song.”, he replies to you. Labyrinth plays while you both just enjoy a comfortable yet very exciting car ride with each other.

Uh Oh I’m Falling in love.

Uh OH I’m falling in love.

These lyrics deeply resonating with you two as days go by with each other. It’s so easy being around each other. It’s like the time stops when you’re both with each other.

Days go by, as you keep on spending time with Jungkook, as you get to know him little by little, as a piece of your heart slowly starts eroding away to him little by little. He also feels the same for you, he finds your presence very alluring and comforting, you’re the soothing rhythm of his life who accelerates the pace of his heartbeat. Your existence has started to become his sole reason of ecstasy. You both have reformed into positive and better souls just because of each other’s company.

One eventful morning, as you enter the university gates, someone pulls you by your bag, your back clashes into a well built chest, you immediately recognise who this chest belongs to, Jeon Jungkook. He hands you an iris as he says, “You know I hate purple, yet a small part of me, yearns for irises, I resent purple, but maybe, this time, because of you, I can make an exception to irises.”, he says with a soulful smile while you just encapsulate him in a small embrace as you feel happy for him and you.

Theese days seem the most precious to you because of a certain someone who in such a short while has become your everything. Your heart is prancing out of sheer euphoria yet your gut, your intuition is screaming that something sorrowful might happen, you turn a blind eye to your perplexes, deep down knowing, Jungkook is concealing something from you, that, he’d never be entirely yours if he has to someday, if he keeps on desolating his darkest regions, or perhaps, the reason why he seemingly hates the shade of purple.

Your intuition has stood corrected. Jungkook hasn’t contacted you ever since he told you about how he could make an exception to liking purple irises. He isn’t even been showing up to the university anymore. You’ve been texting him about his whereabouts, you’re concerned about his well being. 100 missed calls, that’s how many times you’ve called him but received no answer. Is this what love bombing is? Bombarding you with love before your beloved goes all ghost mode on you. Your brother has returned back from his internship tour as well. He has met with you, you have had to resist yourself from asking about Jungkook to him countless times as you can’t risk exposing your true feelings to your brother, fearing his reaction.

You feel empty, as if someone has shot your soul with bullets but the blood isn’t oozing out. You’re entrapped in a melancholic state as the one who made your world colourful, even for a little while, has left you without any reasoning. You’ve lost count of how many overthinking sessions you have indulged yourself in till date. This is tormenting, even soul crushing. You don’t feel energetic enough to attend your classes hence you’ve been skipping your classes. His absence has sucked the soul and life out of you. This is unhealthy, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your brother. He worries for you as he sees you spiral down into doldrum, he has asked you many a times as to why you were like this, but you couldn’t tell him, even if you wanted to, he’s helpless. He’s suffering because he cannot see you in such a devastating state and his best friend isn’t replying to his texts and calls either.

One mighty evening, as if the almighty has heard your silent prayers and cries, you stumble upon Jimin talking to someone, you continue overhearing as the person on the other end of the call turns out to be Jungkook, your heart thumping loudly, breath shortening, eye sight becoming hazy, your ears becoming more attentive to the call. You feel relieved, he’s alive and breathing, but you grow more distraught as the call continues, “Jungkook-ah, where the fuck have you been?”, Jimin says, his call on speaker inadvertently. “My mother is in ICU-“, Jungkook’s voice breaks, -“they say..she-she doesn’t have a long time to live.”, Jungkook cries, Jimin falls down on the ground, “Jungkook oh my fucking god, I’m visiting you right now.”, Jimin says, which Jungkook immediately declines, “No hyung, don’t, your graduation is nearing, you’ve important finals, attend them, they’re more important than this, I’ll be okay here.”, Jimin sighs, “Let me know if I can do anything for you, I’ll be available for you 24/7, I’ll pray for Mrs. Jeon.”, Jimin says sadly as Jungkook just acknowledges that and cries on call with him. You fall down to the floor as you hear their conversation, you gain whatever strength you’ve left within you to pick yourself piece by piece as you go to your room, yes you are staying with your brother for the mean time as he has noticed your saddened state, so you enter your room, you cry to your heart’s content, then you look at yourself in the mirror, as you promise yourself and Jungkook, “I’m coming Jeon, I’ll be there for you through this.”, you prepare yourself mentally as you’ve to be the one now supporting him.

You’ve booked a ticket for a train to busan to visit Jungkook, you heard about the hospital’s name and his whereabouts via the call between your brother and your beloved.

On the way to the hospital, as you hail a cab, you buy a beautiful bouquet of irises.

You reach the hospital, you pay the fare of the cab journey to the cab driver, he thanks you for the payment.

You rush inside the hospital and go up to the receptionist to ask about Mrs. Jeon. “What’s your relationship with her?”, the receptionist inquires, “Daughter in law.”, you say adamant to see her son. “Room 408, this way ma’am”, the receptionist guides you to an elevator where you reach the fourth floor. You search for room number eight. You find the room and before you push open the door to the room as you’re meeting with her during visiting hours, you once again, mentally ready yourself before the grandeur meeting.

Shuffling through the door knob, an asleep Jungkook wakes up, his mouth agape, tears escaping his eyes as he looks at the figure in front of him. You look as beautiful as ever, just weaker due to all those skipped meals because you missed him terribly and he looks sick as well like he hasn’t slept and eaten properly in days, the dark circles beneath his eyes, a clear indication of him crying for days straight.

The first thing you do when you see him, is run forward to hug him, he doesn’t believe his eyes yet, even if you’re in his arms, he cannot believe that you’re here, with him, for him. Tears pool near his eyes, as he cries on your shoulder while hugging you tightly, as if he’ll never let you go ever again. The hug is a mixture of regret for not talking to you, melancholy because of his mother and a lot of love because he missed you, missed your affection and missed being near you. He melts in your hug, crying his eyes out, you pat and rub his back to comfort him, “Everything will be fine Jungkook.”, you whisper softly into his ears, your own voice cracking because of your tears, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. “I’m so-sorry Y/n.”, he cries, “Shh, I’m here now, it’s okay.”, you coo in his ears, gently rubbing his back.

You both separate from each other, he leans forward to kiss your forehead, “What are you doing here, how’d you find out about all this? I’m so sorry for leaving without any texts. I should’ve reached out to you, it’s just that I didn’t want you to see me in such a vulnerable state.”, he says hastily as the emotions he’s feeling right now are indescribable. A combination of happiness and sadness followed by a wave of nostalgia after seeing you, he’s in denial that you’re standing in front of him. “Jungkook, how could I ever leave you at this time, I eavesdropped on yours and Jimin’s conversation and as soon as I heard about your mother, I knew I had to come in, the truth is I’m in love with you Jungkook, even if you don’t feel the same way it’s okay, but i’ve promised myself that as long as I exist, I’ll be standing next to you, through thick and thin till I take my last breath. I’ll even walk through fire with you. It would be you and I against this damned world. We will fight through this together. I’ll never ever leave you alone ever. I promise, I love you and I’m sorry for being this late to this.”, you genuinely spill every aching feeling you’ve felt throughout the entirety of the time you’ve spent with and without him. The next thing he does, surprises you, he captures your lips with his own, kissing them ever so gently, pouring all his love through that gesture, the taste of his lips mixed with his tears, provide a bittersweet and emotional venture of love to you and him both. “Thank you so much for just existing, I love you too that even words cannot articulate the gravity of the feelings I harbour for you.”, sincerity brimming his eyes, you continue kissing him.

You’re sitting with him near his mother on bedrest. You give him the bouquet of irises you bought as a token of support. He looks at you and smiles softly and sadly. “The reason I hate purple is because of my parents, my parents co-owned this company, ‘Everything Purple’, where they sold literally every item in the shade of purple, I’ve grown up with this colour surrounding me. Purple represents independence, which my mother hoped for from her in laws as, if she was the one earning, she wouldn’t have to endure patriarchal abuse, but purple also represents ambition and turns out ambition for earning money and exercising authority over your wife is greater than any love you can have for her, so my father got jealous of my successful mother so he used to beat her almost everyday in-front of me, transferring all her shares to his name, which led to my paternal parents also ostracising her and performing atrocities against her.”, You look at him, he has been through so much, You hold his hand as he continues, his grip on your hand becoming stronger, as he is asking for remnant strength to overcome his trauma and speak freely about his tragedies to you, he takes a deep breath before saying, “One d-day, I saw her almost lifeless on the floor of my house as I was returning from my school, my dad had hit her too much that her bruises turned blue-, Y/n-ah, I-i c-called the ambulance, they took her, they-they said she was in a critical condition that she won’t survive the hit- they put IV tubes in her, they resuscitated her, all kudos to the almighty, but she got into coma and had a weak heart herein onwards- my bastard of a dad remarried and started a family out somewhere else and I used up her savings for my education to get into this college. Ever since that day my mother has been in coma and a few days earlier, the doctors called me that her condition has destabilised- I only have her as my family. I can’t lose her Y/n-…” Jungkook’s voice croaks, You hug him hard, your tears falling down because of him, “Jungkook, you wont lose her, she will always be by your side. She’s your mother, the last thing she wants is for you to cry over her. She must’ve wanted you to let go of this painful past as it’s hurting you.”, you say trying to comfort him, sharing his pain, providing him with a shoulder to lean on, “How do you know that Y/n”, Jungkook asks like a baby, “You know why I like irises so much, they were my grandmother’s favorite, she was a florist. She d-died a few years ago, she died an excruciatingly painful death, before she took her last breath, she told me, ‘Y/n, whatever happens, never cry over me, rejoice all the memories you’ve with me, celebrate that I existed in this world because I will always celebrate that I had an adorable grand daughter I could cater to, I only want to see you grow and become happy, I do not wish to see you lose your soul just because I departed to another destination, death is a part of life, you need to embrace this beautiful process and let go of me’, I cried a lot that day but I had to move on as life goes on, you cannot hold onto their passing forever or your tragedies for life as life is constantly in motion hence we need to match its fluidity, she also told me that irises represent hope and purple represents peace, Jungkook, I promise you, tranquility will soon arrive in your life, I promise to take my last breath devoted to making you happy because you matter and because that is also what your mother would have wanted, don’t hate purple, these purple irises symbolise hope, keep your hopes up, and as the saying goes ‘Even the darkest hour will end and the sun will rise’”, You say, your words moving mountains, deeply impacting Jungkook as he slowly lets go of his resentment towards the colour purple, “Thank you Y/n for everything, you know what, you came into my life and altered every parts of it, I was a broken man but you’re healing me, You’re my hope sweetheart, you keep me going, I vow to never ever leave your side either. I love you.”, he says as you hug him hearing his sincere words.

You come visit jungkook almost everyday as soon as your classes end, you’ve told your brother that you’d be staying at the dorm again, hence, all these short trips are unbeknownst to him, Jimin has visited Jungkook a few times, whenever he got time, they both are the best of buddies, hence Jungkook feels really grateful for the existence of both the siblings.

As time goes on, his mothers starts recovering, small steps at a time, the medication starts working well for her, Jungkook can see the light at the end of the tunnel and he can also see the one holding the light for him, guiding him to the brightest of places through the darkest of paths, the person is you, you’re his hope, his eternal sunshine, he has come to love you a lot, he can never imagine his life without you now. He even is ready to marry you after his futile attempts of hating on marriages and colour purple. He can finally see his life getting back on track with the invigorating nature of his mother’s treatment and your sole existence.

Months pass by, he has returned to college after stabilising his mother, they’ve had a mother-son talk and he has learnt to let go of the resentment he holds for his dad, thanks to you and his mother, Jimin has been giving him unwavering love and support, which he appreciates a lot. He has his academics on track, the only issue is, you both haven’t had a single romantic moment or a date after the kiss you shared in the hospital, although you both have been meeting regularly but only for vulnerable talks, to help reform each other, to help each other study and get each other’s life back on tracks.

Jungkook is planning to ask you out as his prom date, it’s his excuse to properly address and confess his feelings for you, an excuse for a romantic date accompanied by salsa/tango with you.

You’re standing near your locker, waiting for Jungkook to arrive. You feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around hoping to see Jungkook but are disappointed when you’re met with Mark’s face, “Hey Y/n, long time.”, Mark says cheerfully, you greet him as well, “So do you have a partner for this dance thingy- i guess you could call it college prom yet?”, he asks, this question hurt your ego, you have jungkook but he hasn’t asked you out for prom yet, how inconsiderate of him. “No I’m date repellent as it seems, no one has asked me out for prom yet.”, you say honestly, annoyance evident in your tone, “Oh that’s sad, I’m going with Samantha, apparently she has a brother as well, who hasn’t found his date yet, do you want me to set you up with him?”, Mark offers, you’re about to reply to him but are cut short by Jungkook’s curt reply, “No, she’s going out with me, not anyone else.”, a small smile forms on your face as you look at him but you quickly mask it with a frown as you remember he hasn’t asked you out yet he’s announcing to the world that you’re his date, the audacity angers you. Jungkook notices the look plastered on your face, he comes near you, giving you a bouquet of irises with a slip hiding within the bouquet, reminding you of your first meeting with him. You smile softly at the fond memories of him, “Will you go out with me Y/n?”, Jungkook asks, as he kneels down on one knee while Mark watches you both in awe, “Yes!”, you immediately nod your head and hug him, while Mark cheers for you both, “I ship you both so much, get married and have kids.”, he hoots as you both laugh at him.

Prom night is today evening. You’re hastily getting your hair done while you iron your purple dress which you and Jungkook hand piqued together. You’re freaking out over your makeup as you apply purple glitter to your eyes like they showed in euphoria, you straighten your hair, while on call with Jungkook, amidst his preparation to get ready for the prom as well.

Your escort for the night is your brother, whom you’ve still not told about your little boyfriend and prom date. This is eating you up as you hate keeping secrets from him and you know the inevitable will happen one day, he will find out about you and Jungkook eventually but you’re hoping that day is not today.

Your brother drives you to the banquet where this event is held, you link arms with him as you walk across the red carpet with your beloved brother. You make an extravagant entrance but your breath and spot light is taken away by the sight of a very handsome man in a suit, he looks gorgeous, from head to toe while he holds a bouquet of purple irises, He’s wearing a black suit, with black trousers and a white shirt underneath tied together with a purple tie and purple cuff links you gifted him. You smile at him, your boyfriend, who looks at you as if the world has stopped moving, for him, you’re his miss universe, the prettiest girl to ever exist. He loves you a lot. This little encounter doesn’t go unwitnessed by your brother who so ever graciously brought you here yet he chooses to ignore it as he thinks nothing of it but just two fellow comrades exchanging smiles but little does he know how madly both you and Jungkok are in love with each other.

Jimin leaves you to get a punch for both you and him. Jungkook approaches you as he watches Jimin leave you at a table. “You look beautiful my gorgeous lady.”, Jungkook compliments you as you plant a small peck on his cheek while he hands you the bouquet. “Thank you my knight in shining armour, you look very elegant yourself.”, you compliment him back. You both smile at each other.

The drink spills on the floor ruining Jungkook’s shoes. Your eyes widen as you look at the person who has dropped his drink causing for Jungkook’s shoes to get dirty, it’s your brother Jimin, who’s looking at the both of you with an expression you cannot quite decipher but if you were to break it down; it would only indicate his wrath, his fury, his rage and his disappointment in you for breaking his trust.

Jimin furiously comes to you, while Jungkook just looks at him with a shocked expression on his face, he grabs your hand as he pulls you out of the hall and away from Jungkook.

“JIMIN! STOP YOU’RE HURTING HER!”, Jungkook yells, while Jimin ignores him and rushes out of the prom room with you in his hold. His grip tightens on your wrist as he sees Jungkook approaching you. “Brother, I-i- can explain”, you look down and cry unable to meet his eyes, “EXPLAIN WHAT HUH? that MY best-friend and my sister were having an affair behind my back????? You’ve broken my trust Y/n, how dare you date him. I’ll never approve of you two!”, Jimin screams at you earning a yelp from you as you’re scared of him.

Jungkook catches up to the both of you, “don’t get near me you traitor, you asshole, how dare you lay your filthy hands on my little sister, the only one who mattered to me, there were billions of people you could’ve fucked around with yet you had to choose my fucking sister, whom I didn’t let astray with anyone else, out of everyone??”, Jimin yells at his now former best-friend who has deeply hurt him.

“No one has betrayed you Hyung. She is a person as well, a person who is allowed to fall in love, love is not a sin, and I know you’re protective of her but I mean no harm man, trust my word, I genuinely love her, this is not me fucking around, I’m serious about her, serious enough to put a ring on her finger, even right now, if she consents to it.”, this moves you to the core as you look up to meet Jungkook’s eyes, his assurance of marrying you brims tears of happiness in your eyes. “FUCK THIS! fuck you! Do you think I’m gonna believe any man when it comes to my little sister? All men want is sex, I know this because I’m myself a man! I can’t let anyone near her, she’s too precious and naïve for our manipulative breed. I feel disgusted by this breed. I’d rather have her unmarried and stay with me forever than have her marry off to a sly pig known as a man”, Jimin yells and continues while you look down tears falling down your eyes, “She has broken my trust, she dated behind my back, she didn’t even think about letting me know about her little affair, I considered you as my best friend, yet you turned your back on me as well by dating the only person I forbade you from even looking at, you could’ve at least come clean to me about it before I found out on my own. It’s useless talking to you and her about it. I’ll ensure you’ll never see her again in your life.”, Jimin’s chest swells up with anger while Jungkook falls on his knees as he hears those words, “Please Hyung; don’t do this, we both cannot be without each other, can’t you see your possessiveness is hurting her. she’s not a child hyung, let her make her own decisions, you cannot be so anti men and because of that curb her happiness, you’re the one who is breaking her heart, making her feel guilty for this while if you were generous enough to talk to her about being cautious instead of being so over protective then maybe she would’ve come talked to you about our relationship but she knew you’d never approve of us and because she didn’t want to disrupt her relationship with the only person she loves the most in this world, she decided to hide it, she will only do what you want as long as you live and that’s the truth, even you know that, she places you over everyone but right now, you need to let go of your selfishness to keep her and let her grow, whether it may be with or without me but she deserves her independence and freedom, stop making her feel like she’s the one sabotaging her relationship with you because she’s hanging out with boys, instead tell her about your worries and concerns regarding this world and she’ll understand your insights but that is as long as you understand her point of view as well, sure she has fallen in love with me but that doesn’t mean you are of any less importance to her anymore, you’ll always be her brother so stop being so selfish because at one point it isn’t just about her safety, it’s about your selfishness to only be her number one priority in her life as well. sorry if i went overboard but i really do love her and i would say shit to you that she cannot say to you.”, Jungkook goes on a rampage making Jimin halt in his tracks while you fall down to the ground as well crying, Jimin towers over you, as you look up to him, things you’ve wanted to say to him but were afraid to do so because you thought Jimin would leave you or hate you, you finally have the courage to say the things in your heart all because of Jungkook and his resilience to all this as he wants to fight for the both of you and your relationship.

“Brother, just tell me one thing? Is falling in love with a man a crime? I know you’re overprotective of me, you’ve always been ever since I was a child, You didn’t let me play house with Namjoon, didn’t let me enjoy my high school dating life, i wanted to live like a normal teenager as well but because of your no men rule I was unable to do so, I only complied because I didn’t want to lose you and your love, But brother, I really love Jungkook, I really wanna be with him, but at the same time, no one comes over you, If I will date Jungkook, that would be now only when I receive your approval, I wanna marry him too but with your blessing over my head, two people matter to me now, just because I started loving Jungkook doesn’t mean I stopped loving you as my brother, That’s a very twisted view of love. Love is supposed to be gentle and it cannot be measured nor can you designate your love to only one person. I’ll always love you, mom and dad but now I also love Jungkook and I really want you to welcome him not just as your best friend anymore but also as your brother in law now, we three can love each other, plus I love your best friend, the only person you were able to trust out of your family so isn’t it a nice thing? you know him personally as well, you know he’d never hurt me and he cannot even think of hurting me ever, i know you know this deep within you, so please reconsider us Brother, I love and respect you a lot!”, you cry as you hug your brother.

Jimin hugs you back, which surprises you, “I guess I’ve been a bad brother all along huh? I guess I was not being protective of you, I was being selfish and greedy, Sorry Jungkook and Y/n, I should have never objected from the start, Although you both partially have my blessings, but I guess it will take some time before I unravel this and accept it, hope you both can understand, I’m sorry. Y/n, Go live your way with him, I will always love and support you, go enjoy your prom.”, Jimin says as he silently cries re-evaluating his actions which have hurt you along the way. You go in for a hug and say, “you may not be the most perfect brother in the world, but you’ll always be the best brother for me.”, Jimin smiles at you as you say that and kisses your forehead endearingly. Jungkook joins you both in the hug, “Sorry hyung, I promise I’ll never hurt her or even think of hurting her.”, Jungkook says to which Jimin replies, “the day you even think of hurting her, I’ll bury you alive.”, the three of you laugh.

Later that evening, after you’re done dancing with your brother, he gently hands you over to Jungkook for a slow dance.

Jungkook looks at you while your bodies move in a similar rhythm to beautiful soulful melodies. You both are grateful to have met each other and it shows as you both gaze lovingly in each other’s eyes.

“I love you Jungkook, you’re my world”, you say gently, “I love you Y/n, you’re my everything, my iris.”, he gives you this nickname, your heart flutters hearing this, you gently take his lips into yours, kissing him as he kisses you back, pouring his adoration for you. He gushes over how you’re all his. He would love to call you his wife one day but till then and forever…

You’ll always remain ‘his iris’

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the end

[theillustratedwriter]

MASTERLIST

Sunlit Moonrise | Daechwita Min Yoongi/Agust D x OC (Royalty/Fantasy AU)

Chapter 1: The Country of Patrinis and its Five Kingdoms

Chapter 2: The Fabled Five

Chapter 3: The Parish of Patrinis

Chapter 4: Goddess of the Land

Chapter 5: Coimeach Pass

Chapter 6: A Masquerade of Mercy

Chapter 7: The Dowager Vixen

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❝I am the Sun, and you are the Moon; if one of us rises, the other must fall.❞

The Country of Patrinis and its Five Kingdoms look peaceful enough from the outside. However, when King Min Yoongi of Vulstis is led to believe King Caylus Sampson and his daughter, Aine, of the neighbouring kingdom, Nocriam, are the cause of all his problems, conflict ensues. The Sampson family already have a history with the cold King of Vulstis, so this only makes Aine despise the man even more. As Nocriam and Vulstis continue to battle one another while the other kingdoms watch on in opted neutrality, Aine realises that King Min is not the embodiment of evil she once believed him to be. She and King Min are both victims of deceit and are just puppets in a grand scheme to cause Patrinis's downfall. They must work together to find out who is pulling their strings before the country falls into ruin.

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A fantasy story set in a fictional universe featuring the BTS members and many original characters. While this story does use the names and faces of BTS members, it in no way reflects them as real people- their characters in this story are very different to how they are in reality. If you can't distinguish reality from fiction, then please do not read this book. This is NOT a reader insert.

This story is also published on AO3 & Wattpad.

[happy-meo]

Masquerade Connections Diagram

** OPEN & READ ONLY IF YOU NEED A REFRESHER! THIS HAS A LOT OF SPOILERS! **

I know all these connections can get confusing especially with my slow updates, so here is the diagram again!

[kookiesnjimjams]

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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy! I know it’s later than usual but at least I’m posting two days in a row so heck yeah! Please enjoy~

Masquerade: In a world where everyone has a soulmate but it’s rare to actually find them, it’s considered a particularly amazing thing when you are one of the few true pairs. But what if you hate the person you’re supposedly meant for?


Jimin and Jungkook have known each other since childhood, but after Jungkook beat Jimin out for the last spot in the dance program of an incredibly prestigious art school despite Jimin being older and (he maintains) the stronger dancer of the two, they have had nothing but intense rivalry and dislike for one another.


Years later, when the two meet at a masquerade in Seoul, sparks of another kind ignite between them and they know that they’re meant to be. Problem is, they have no idea who each other are.


Will the two of them manage to follow the signs and overcome their differences to become what they’re meant to become? Or will their past rivalries stand in the way of their budding love?

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.19)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: discussions about your past cause some troubling conversations, but amidst the sadness- there is also love.

Tags: grooming, age gaps, discussion of unhealthy and abusive relationships, first kisses, implied d/s relationships, Dom! Seokjin, Sub! Jungkook, discussion of dominant tendencies, implied voyeurism, Omegaspace, fluff, kisses, implied sexual content, Posessive behavior,

W/c: 12.0k

A/n: This chapter is full of things that i wasn’t originally planning on putting in until later, however, i think it’s important for the plot that i adress some of these themes now. i’ll be in la for the next few days so if im slow to respond im sorry!!!

Previous part ~ Masterlist

After Taehyung's rut is over, you melt back into the passive rhythms that you've become accustomed to. They leave, you wake up, then they come home. your lives togeather is nothing but a flurry of not quite there love, hidden looks, and secrets that linger behind barely-there touches. 

Like Namjoon reaching to press back your messy bangs during one of your early morning bird watching sessions before he thinks better of it. Or A fond smile from Hobi that hadn't been there before; like the warm glow of the sunrise, colors that change so slowly that you hardly notice they’re fading from yellow to pink until you look away and then look back. 

Like the uncharacteristic shyness from Jimin, a certain heat between you and Tae that the others ask after with pointed looks and jabs masqueraded as teasing. A hovering gaze from Jungkook, unable to look away from you and yoongi like a little kid watching sweets he wasn't yet allowed to have.

The youngest pup, in particular, has been trailing after you and Yoongi alot recently.

Jin came home on Friday and found you three cuddling close on the couch. Jungkook's legs over Yoongi's and yours over his. Trading your phones back and forth sharing funny videos. Each of you pressed into Yoongi’s side though the beta hadn’t seemed bothered, dozing. Occasionally opening his eyes to scowl with fake displeasure when you’d showed him a video of a tiny black kitten and said, “look it’s you!”

He even found a sweatshirt of yours in their nest that Jin definitely hadn’t incorporated himself. Jungkook is usually the one who does the laundry for the pack- it would be easy for him to sneak something of yours upstairs and into the nest if the urge struck him. It was a little hidden under one of the blankets, shyly- like Jungkook was almost embarrassed about it.

And More than once over the last few weeks, Seokjin has woken to find Tae missing from the nest. Thought a short trip to the kitchen is enough most of the time to dissolve Jin's worries. The light lit behind the door to Tae's library and your voice echoing from within makes Jin sigh in relief. 

He often stands for a moment to listen; A giggle here or there, your voices just quiet enough that Jin can't hear just exactly what you two are talking about.

But he knows better than to interrupt, the closed-door sends a very clear message, and Jin respects it even if he wishes he knew what you were doing. How and if exactly, you two are falling in love. Jin sees everything, even Tae’s eyes hovering for a second more than they should when Jin kisses you. 

Though tae isn’t the only one whose been staring. It's a rarity if Jin doesn't see someone staring hungrily at the two of you when he presses small kisses to your mouth- still chaste and innocent- though he has a feeling that soon- they won't be. There is a certain fervor to their scents, echoing sweeter and sweeter the more that they linger over those looks and kisses. 

Their wants aren't the only thing building, Jin feels like he's been hungry for your presence and company at all hours of the day. His work hours are tangled with thoughts of you. He checks his phone for texts that aren't there (you don't text often, though Jin's not sure if that's because you think they don't want to talk to you, or if it's because you genuinely don't want to). He holds you closer on the few nights that he gets to nest with you. Nuzzling into your shoulder and biting his tongue to stop himself from licking at your scent gland. 

Maybe he should savor this innocence and simplicity for as long as he can. Soon- it could be over. 

Something is going to give with one sweet touch, one new kiss, or a small act of love that kindles these ashes into flame. There have been no new kisses, much to Jin’s disgruntlement and continued angst, he’s not sure why it has him feeling so antsy. Maybe the truth is he’s just not used to being in love with someone who hasn’t been directly and explicitly been incorporated into the pack.

But they wouldn’t have just let you stick around during Tae’s rut- and Tae wouldn’t have asked for you if his inner instincts hadn’t already agreed to it. Even Hobi hadn’t said anything at all negative about you in weeks. Greeting Namjoon and Jin’s careful prodding with nothing more than a shrug and a quiet “we’re friends now, I swear if this wasn’t okay I’d say something,” he’s said so countless times, but it never hurts to check and make sure. 

Regardless of Jin’s impatience to just get all this tiptoeing around each other over with, he’s been forcing himself to be patient but the tension just might kill him.  

But he’s in luck because there's going to be a new first kiss today; four down, three left to go.

“Is it because of Tae’s rut? Did it scare her? Is it because we’re giving her too much space? Does she think we don't-” he murmurs. Looking down at the meal he’s currently making. It’s a Monday, and a federal holiday so he had today off unlike everyone else (besides you and Yoongi of course). So he's got time to cook a time-intensive and decadent meal for the pack, usually, this is considered a peak relaxing activity.

But not today, not with the itch under Jin’s skin. 

The last time he checked, you were still curled safely within the bounds of your nest, sleeping off your morning drowsiness. Jin had fluffed the perimeter to make sure you were extra cozy and pressed an extra kiss to the crown of your head just because. Even if you can't feel his love in your sleep he hopes it makes a difference, makes you feel a tiny bit safer.

Things at the bureau have been dull as of usual although things always drag on at the end of summer, not much to do and not much murder when things get so hot. People always seem to scheme more when the winter months hit- something about the cold that has them all feeling like starving wolves.

Jin had every intention of using today as a relaxation period, though that had mostly gone to shit when he’d woken up hours after everyone had already departed for work. Feeling listless and half-awake even though he’d gotten hours more sleep than usual. Now he just feels too idle, too prone to musing on his oversaturated thoughts.  

“Why haven’t things just happened yet? What’s keeping them from it?” he trails off, looking down at his vegetables. The carrots and sweet potatoes keep their secrets, The leek is an easy target.

For a moment Jin feels less like the capable pack omega who regularly nurtures and cares for his 7 pack-mates and more like a little kid standing over a pot of rainwater, grass, and plucked flowers making pretend soup.

He attacks the carrots with gusto, the resounding pop pops of his knife sliding through them filling the kitchen with the sounds of his frustration.

Yoongi chooses that moment to slink downstairs. His hands have that freshly washed look that they often have, he's been meticulous about hiding everything about his plans and progress for the upstairs.

He’s missed a fleck of paint on his elbow, the black sweatshirt ruined for good. Is he priming? Or maybe just painting? Is the room upstairs going to end up that color of not quite their eggshell blue? Maybe it’s just the light that makes it look that way, maybe it's grout or calking or something else (It wouldn't be the first time a white non-descript substance had stained Yoongi's clothing).

If Yoongi was painting, maybe that means he's nearly finished, but Yoongi says nothing. “What did those carrots ever do to you?” the beta slides up to the counter and pops one round into his mouth. For a self-proclaimed cat turned human he does have a few bunny-ish gestures to him, learned from Jungkook probably.

“Nothing.” Yoongi hums relatively unconvinced, leaning over to peck along Jin’s cheek. Jin tries to hide his smile but can’t. Yoongi looks satisfied, his spent fluffing out gentle chocolate in reply. But even that is an edge more intoxicating than it usually is, settles under Jin's nose like a collar.

Jin can barely try to contain his eagerness, “Is your other half up there painting with you?”

Yoongi stiffens at the very mention of the upstairs, "yah- you know I'm not gonna tell you." Just like with the kisses, Jin is growing impatient.

Usually, he’d pick up a knife and start helping Jin cook, but not today. Maybe the project he has brewing upstairs is too time-sensitive. Jin's brain will ferret out the answers on his own if he has to (short of picking the lock at the top of the stairs).

“If she’s not hanging around you, she’s probably still napping.” The fondness seeps into Yoongi’s words. Jin would have half a mind to join you if he wasn’t feeling so restless. “But I think she and kookie are gonna try and bake when he gets home or something, I heard them talking about sugar substitutes this morning.”

That has Jin’s curiosity peaked, the idea that someone might accompany him in his kitchen soon is soothing- if nothing else, maybe that will finally quiet the itch under his skin.

“What are you making?”

“Soup,” Yoongi smiles, and Jin waits about another ten seconds before the curiosity gets the best of him.

"Oh spit it out would you-" but he stops once he sees- once he looks at the man he's called his for the better part of a decade.

Yoongi's eyes are warm in the light, half deep brown and the other rich sienna when they flicker from the vegetables up to Jin's face. It has Jin wishing he'd thought to change into something more respectable other than the matching light purple lounge set with the gochujang stains on the sleeves. Something that would make Yoongi look at him that way a little longer and let Jin be the object of that love for a few seconds more.

He steps close to Jin, hand on his waist leaning up to whisper in the omegas ear like it's a secret, even though it's just the two of them there.

There is an edge of mirth to his lips, twisting into a small smirk and a knowing edge to his words. Yoongi’s voice is husky and rough in the way that makes jin want to tilt his neck, display his scent gland for marking. “You’ve been making soup a lot Jin, and I know you- you only make soup when you’re feeling particularly in love,”

As if you’ve been summoned by the two of them talking about you, You appear at the door. Your fluff of hair piled all sleep messed and sticking up. Your usual outfit of an extra-large shirt is no less endearing with your non-polished Appearance and maybe Jin has something to learn from you as far as that's concerned. He wipes his hands of carrot juice and rushes to you, "Oh my sleepy puppy."

You've always been small enough that any of them could pick you up without effort, and you're lucky that he settled for cupping your cheeks. otherwise, Jin would have heaved you up and restored you to somewhere cozy and contained- safe within the confines of Jin's domain. Maybe he would have deposited you into bed or maybe upon the couch to watch you- or better yet his nest.

That might have startled you, but Jin's dominant urges aside- you only grumble and lean into his hands, his thumbs feel fantastic rubbing the space just under your ears, you were nearly awake before but with the attention, it lulls you back. 

(The dominant urges also say to baby you the way that jin babies the rest of the pack; to dictate what pajamas you choose, what you eat, your everything- just like with the others. To have your care carefully measured like that of a recipe to make you healthy under Jin's hands. How much would you give to Jin? Probably much more than you'd be comfortable with- given your history. The itch under jin’s skin today is the itch to dominante, to control everything and make it perfect for his loves.)

Affection, care, and control. All ingredients need the proper balance to make love taste right.

Your nose presses along the line of Jin's wrist to search for his scent gland. He smells so good. When you'd woken feeling fluffy and cottony around the edges his scent had pulled you from your nest. This headspace is not unlike omega space but not quite as deep.

Yoongi laughs behind him, and you whine at your mate as threatening a gesture as you are capable of making. "Nope, she's still asleep- told you."

You whine in his direction again, finally opening your eyes to look up at Jin- who looks stricken with something that looks an awful lot like love. A look like that says he would give you anything and everything that your little heart might want. You lean into him more and hope the message is clear without you having to say it, he keeps rubbing. sorting through the purr in your throat to find your words. 

“Is Koo home yet? Supposed to make honey cupcakes.”

“You’re a cupcake- a pup-cake,” Yoongi says, deadpan before Jin can respond, you whine again and burrow into Jin’s chest. Hiding your face from the midday sun and your mates teasing, Jin can feel his heartbeat in his fingertips.

Jungkook is usually the first to get home from work, the first domino to fall in the tornado of packmates soon to come. A look at the clock says he should be walking through the doorway any second. “Not yet sunshine.”

Jungkook’s hair is wet when he comes home, though it's only the tips like he showered in a hurry at the gym and forgot to dry it properly. If it was winter Namjoon and Jin would draw him over their laps for such a blatant show of disregard for his own immune system.

But it’s summer and Jungkook’s body is warm when he quite literally hops into your omega cuddle pile with a chirpy. “Hi hyung!” and a kiss to Jin’s scent gland that sends a zing down his spine, barely even bothering to shut the door properly behind him. The cool air empties out and some of the summer humidity invades. Yoongi sighs fondly and shuts it for him as to not waste the Ac.  

“How was work bunny?” Jin heaves in a deep breath, his spine relaxing from its coiled-up nature.

Jungkook’s nosing through your hair, one of your hands isn’t on Jin anymore, and it tangles in the front pocket of his sweatshirt tugging him closer softly. “It was okay, the boxing class was kind of uncoordinated again, but other than that- good” Jin presses another kiss to his forehead in reply

You switch your nuzzling from Jin’s chest to Jk’s. The three of you are a puddle of honey cakes with milk, a sweet omega pile. The kind of scent that would make the alphas go possessive from just a wif. 

Yoongi certainly does, nostrils flaring when he darts by to press a hello kiss to Jungkook’s shoulder before he disappears back upstairs. “Glad to hear you had a good day bunny!” 

Jungkook makes a noise in response, much more confused with what you’re doing, your chin resting on the thick collar of his sweatshirt, your breath tickling his neck and your hands playing in his pocket still. You lean back, seemingly realizing how close you are to him.

The blush topping his cheeks cute, Jin barely holds himself back from feeling like a little kid going 'now kiss' with his stuffed animals. A bunny and a small kitten, or maybe a puppy. If you could combine a cat and a dog- that would be your spirit animal. A puppy-cat.

You seem to wake up a little, smiling up at Jk with a hint of mischievousness, both of your hands shoved in the front pocket of his sweatshirt. “Hey, Jk you’ve got something in your pocket.”

“What?”

“Me.”

Their laughter rebounds, Jin’s chest shakes against your shoulder, and Jungkook’s nose crinkles. His arms squeeze around your middle hard enough that you can feel it in your back, pulling you against him hard enough that your feet leave the ground for half a second.

Jungkook is so warm- his body so firm but soft in the right places like all omegas are. He’s squishy- almost nest shaped (if a person could even be nest shaped) it makes you feel all hazy and happy. 

Both of you could fall into omega space right now if Jin pushed hard enough. Maybe he will just for fun- who knows what you two might do and what it might spur on. “You are pocket-sized! We could make it work” Jungkook giggles, looking at you from behind the fringe of his hair shyly.

Jin is the one who gets to see you two like this, your little puppy pile. He actually does start purring, a faint rumbling underfoot. Jungkook looks up at him, that same tilt to his eyes that he always gets when he’s feeling particularly submissive. He has had a day full of making decisions by himself. He deserves a little break.

On any other day, Jin might draw him into his lap and tease Jungkook to a pink-cheeked fervor, bring him to the edge and then just barely stop. He wouldn't even have to take off Jungkook's sweats to get him begging. He'd leave him hot and needy and eager to please for the rest of the day. A pretty present for the alphas; a good pup ready to present and beg for relife. They used to do that often when they lived alone- hell- clothes were straight up negotiable at their last apartment.  

But with you here, they can’t be nearly so bold. And though their dynamics in the bedroom still remain the same they can't as free with that part of their relationship outside now. 

No more preparing Jungkook collared, prepped, and nude by the door for the alphas or letting the omega cock warm them during dinner. No more quickies on the couches (besides a few times when you were already asleep and hobi had really begged for the ecstasy of a knot).

They’ve gotten by without that kind of play for now. But Jungkook looks a little jumpy today, nearly leaping into the air when Jin swats his behind playfully behind your back, a knowing look exchanged and a sharp intake of breath.

The message is clear; behave pup, but Jungkook is a good boy when he wants to be, when he isn’t in a bratty mood.

There isn’t anything better than having all the omegas in one place, Jin nearly wants to preen, guiding you and Jungkook from one spot to another as you start to cook. Pups- Jin’s pups giggling and leaning over your little cookbook trying to sort through Jungkook’s seizure-friendly baking supplies (that might have been replenished by Jin weeks ago, who had foreseen that maybe you’d try to bake something for Jungkook).

It’s been so long since you’ve made a recipe from your cookbook and not your computer that Jin had nearly forgotten about the little half-binder half diary that usually lives shoved behind the KitchenAid. The tangle of loosely scrawled recipes bound with a rubber band or taped between in between the fraying cover. Pages filled with doodles and scrawled messages, half a diary and half a cookbook.

It's open to the recipe for honey cakes. Jungkook’s computer sits on the counter too- open to a page on keto substitutions.

In the end, you settle on a mix of coconut flour and chia seed powders for the flour. alcohol sugar, and a mix of agave and honey for sweetness instead of just pure honey which is a big no in terms of Jungkook’s diet. Even the little bit you’ll drizzle on the top of them at the end for a little push of flavor will set him to the threshold of what he can handle. Too much sugar and it could send his brain out of wack- not immediately, but within the next 48 hours or so.

You're learning a lot, like how he can go over the threshold a little if he makes sure to reign it in the next day and give his brain some time to metabolize the sugar before ingesting any more.

You make a little section for him on a fresh page in your diary, ‘things Jungkook can and cannot eat’ sometimes when you turn away to put different bags of flours back into the pantry you find little doodles on the corners, a carrot, a pair of bunny ears sticking up from the bottom corner. Jin hides a smile but watches you out of the corner of his eyes. He hopes it's okay- he's seen Yoongi's handwriting near the top of more than a few pages.

It’s a good thing that butter is a part of Jungkook's approved foods- otherwise, it might not taste much like your honey cakes at all. You sort through the rest of Jungkook’s baking supplies adding them to the list and he tells you the various merits of each while you wait for the butter to soften fully.

Jimin is the next packmate to get home, maybe that’s because he left early this morning before the sun even rose. His tie is already undone and a little wrinkled, like he was twisting it over his hands all day. Jin can tell just by looking at him that he got shoved by more than a few crazy fans today. He doesn’t like the idea of that- his alpha being touched by hands that aren’t his pack.

He starts to say something, setting his bag down, before he stills, taking off his jacket and hanging it up. “Smells good” you poke your head up from the counter. Elbow deep in softened butter. "Are you sure you should be using your hands for that?"

"it's like pie dough, you kinda have to touch it to make the consistency right." jungkook parrots your earlier words back, looking proud that he remembered. 

“how does it smell good if we haven’t even started baking yet!” Jimin bites at his plush lower lip.

jin leans over to press a peck to your mouth, just for being so cute and a little oblivious. “I don't think our alpha was talking about the cooking Pup-cake.”

“Pupcake? That’s new,” Jimin comments, setting his stuff down and settling in, the bend of his spine betraying his tiredness more than the tilt of his eyes- the usual giveaway that the alpha is dead tired.

“It was- Yoongi- or Jinnie- I can’t remember.”

“Yoongi” Jin clarifies.

“It’s cute- I like it.” You shyly look down, trying to conceal your blush. If Jimin were close enough he’d be able to hear your small whine. Jin finishes his chopping and regrettably has to separate from you and Jungkook. Turning around to set the largest soup pot on the burner. 

You shouldn’t really be so shy around Minnie but maybe that’s just how you are. Because Jungkook is so close he can get a good read on your scent and it’s not changing from that softly sweet cakey smell, so Jimin's good- your shyness isn't the unsure or unhappy kind.

Huh,

Jungkook's never really felt the need to check in on another packmate before and it makes him pause, one half cup of your flour mixture in one hand. He's been territorial about the others sure- but never protective.

At the dead bottom of the pack hierarchy, Jungkook has never felt the need to act that way much less had someone who needed his protection. that thought was something he'd expect to come from jin's mouth and not his own. You look up at Jungkook, waiting for him to tap the last bit of flour slowly over the butter.

“Sorry” he apologizes, but he’s not quite sure what for.  

You'd never notice it, but you have the whole pack's attention right now.

The way Jimin moves can only be described as ‘stalking’, an alpha herding the three of you. It makes Jin smirk a little because Jimin is second to Namjoon only by name. Everyone knows he’s actually third in the pack hierarchy- could be pushed around by Jin if he dared to push back. But as it is- Jin thinks it's incredibly cute, the little show the alpha puts on for you.

Jimin sets his eyes on you and pushes his hair back in a way that he does when he’s trying to be attractive, but then he trips on the edge of the carpet, and the illusion of sensuality is ruined.

It’s funny to see Jimin flirt (or try to) as he’s a little out of practice. Such an over wrung version of his sensual and cool persona and barely a hint of natural Minnie even there. It makes Jin and Jungkook stifle giggles. Jimin's crooked teeth bite into his lower lip, your eyes flicker up and then back down at the bowl of barely formed dough in front of you.

Jimin shifts on his feet and /oh/ here is their Minnie, that cockiness with a hint of shyness as he leans over the island. “So, I was thinking-“ he rummages in his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. He sets it where you can see it, rather than touch it given the state of your hands.

You're just about to try cracking the one egg into the metal bowl, but after it almost slips out of your buttery hands Jungkook takes it, “let me do that.” He takes over mixing after that, using a whisk instead of your hands- but the flour was almost fully incorporated so it’s okay.

The piece of paper is more of a flier, Advertising a once-monthly event 'brews and bards'

Jimin talks quick like he's trying to rip off a band-aid, “They’re going to have this poetry night- at this bar/coffee shop that Tae and I used to go to a lot before Yoongi-“ Jimin cuts himself off, stuttering a little, “I thought we could go with Tae cuz like- you know he likes poetry and the three of us- You haven’t really been out and seen the city and I thought maybe we could- make a date out of it or something right?”

The pamphlet has a grungy old-timey edge stain to it, something that maybe you’d expect to see for a Shakespeare performance reminiscent of more primitive times; when alphas used to court omegas with fresh kills and pelts. 

The offering is a paltry comparison to what Jimin and Tae actually offer beyond a single night of entertainment.

Seokjin’s smiling just thinking about it, did they talk about this? Is Tae aware of what Jimin asks? moreover, does he know what you and Tae get up to at night? It seems unlikely that the designated soulmates of the group haven’t confided fully in each other. But maybe it’s the secrecy that makes it fun for you and Tae.

Jin is always curious, how could he not be? You’re all his pups of course he’d be curious enough to want to watch you all fall in love. Even now Jin can’t look away. Jungkook ducks in low, hiding his smile behind his hair again. 

He'll need a haircut soon- Tae too; his hair is so long that the alpha has taken to tucking it behind his ears, the grown-out perm showing too with the ends fluffy and the top straight. Jin runs his fingers through Jungkook’s and resolves to book both of them in the next few weeks.

Minnie is so rarely flustered but right he can barely look at you as he stutters through his words. So rarely inarticulate that it’s charming to see him so unnerved, he says them quickly like he’s worried about how they’ll be received.

You blink still like you’re holding your breath, Jimin takes your silence for something else. “We don’t have to stay for long, and I figured it wouldn’t be loud like a normal club-like loud and stuff- so you wouldn’t get overwhelmed and-“ you’re still staring at the piece of paper like it’s a sleeping viper, Jimin sags against the kitchen island.

“You don’t want to go, do you?”

You eye it, like the flour it sits in turns the shine of the paperless glossy.  Your hands are flour-coated too, a little bit of flour even sticks along the bottom of your jaw. Jin and Jungkook are quiet and watchful; waiting to see who needs comfort, (You at being overwhelmed by the first explicit act of courting from the alphas, or Jimin for being rejected)

But a rejection wouldn't really hurt him, at least not too bad. A new angle might be necessary. What should Jimin and the other alphas do for courting you? Give you flowers and sweets? Well scented nesting materials are a given- anything to show that they can provide and protect. Jin's kind of excited just considering it.

You blink, feeling dizzy or sticky, like the kitchen is far away and you're sinking. It’s just a bar, it shouldn’t be making you feel like this. Like you’re watching the ocean rise and drowning below. Why does it always feel like your hold on these conversations slips away so easily? You don't know what to say. Has Jimin talked to Tae about this? 

Was this Tae's idea?

Going to this bar means going outside, means being around people, means putting on pretty clothes that might be seen. It’s different to be pretty with Tae, to do it more for her than for yourself. But you feel like you’re suffocating under the weight of possible eyes. Not the careful seven that you've chosen and you don't know what to expect. You don't know what bars like this are like because-

“It's not that I don't want to, I've just never been to a bar before.” Your voice is so quiet they have to strain their ears to hear. The quiet squeezed off the way your voice sounds before you go non-verbal. Jin has to stop himself from pulling you into his arms at the very sound of it. Instincts rise before the meaning behind the words really hits him.

It’s the opposite of what Jin’s been expecting. “You didn’t go while you were in college?” you blink up at him equally as perplexed by his words.

“I didn’t go to college Jin.”

Jungkook jumps in, having at least a sense of the meltdown that threatens. “That’s okay! Neither did Minnie or Yoongi or Hobi, And I only went for 2 years, which isn't even a real degree.” Jin and Jimin are quick to assure him that no it is- it's an old argument however, and not even the most important one at that.  

Jin pops the vegetables into a waiting pan filled with oil, Turning away for a second to school his face into a look of passivity. “I'm sorry, I didn’t know.” He says softly, and that- that line alone sends Jin hurtling down a train of thought.

What else doesn’t he know? What else have you kept from him? Maybe kept is too harsh a word, what else just didn’t come up? You’ve been living together for nearly two months at this point, a little longer even. How could it be that there is something so central to you that Jin doesn’t know about you?

Jin looks down at the pot of chopped vegetables and the box of un cooked pasta and realizes that fuck- he doesn’t even know what your last name was before you got the last name Min.

“It’s fine, I thought about it for a little while when I was in high school. But I didn’t do well enough for scholarships and I wouldn’t have been able to afford it otherwise.”  

You swallow back the little bit of disappointment and shame that still lingers. It’s been years but it’s hard to get out of the mindset that you are somehow less worthwhile because you didn't get an education. You still don’t consider college as something within your reach even though you no longer have the same financial barriers that you grew up with.

Stupid fucking blood money. 

“At least back then,” you amend.

“What did you do? Before you met your ex?” Jungkook asks, this isn’t something that anyone had anticipated talking about, and certainly not today with how soft and lighthearted everything had been just a short few minutes ago. Jin's hands tighten on the edge of the deep soup pot, and he reminds himself to listen before he barrages you with questions.

It’s not a difficult question but you shift from foot to foot. You kind of wish Yoongi was still here. Yoongi- who already knows everything- who learned every one of these secrets over coffee and pastries months ago when things were infinitely worse. when you hadn’t even wanted to keep these secrets- you’d been so desperate for connection then- so desperate just for someone to talk to that the words had flowed freely. 

You remember the day you told him, the day that he asked about your past just like Jungkook. Yoongi had put down his teacup so hard he almost broke the expensive gold-edged china after he'd realized just how young you were when Geumjae had pursued you. 

You hadn't known he was a monster back then, to you a child- monsters were just a thing of childhood, the last vestiges of it that you'd been so eager to cast off.  it hadn't taken you long to learn that monsters were real, that they weren't just old wives tales told to keep children in line.

You cast a glance back at the miss-matched bundle of coffee cups. You'd trade a million gold china cups just to have one of your own in their set. You feel safer here than you ever have in any home you’d ever lived in, even your childhood apartment.

(Oh, here is home isn’t it? this is what it feels like right? You’re not sure if you ever have before. maybe home isn’t just where you’re safest- but where you’re loved too).

“I was in high school.”

“You were-“ Jimin’s expression darkens as the reality washed over him, Jin's too. Jungkook's the only one who's still disbelieving. 

“But I thought he was like- a lot older than Yoongi or something? Like mid 30’s old?” He casts a look at Jin, “no offense Hyung” Jin feels like he’s holding his breath because it’s not adding up. Your ages-

“Hang on- How old are you?” You grimace like you know what’s coming. 

“Twenty-two, so I’m like, legally allowed to drink or whatever.” You turn to Jimin like that’s where you’d thought his worry came from- some paltry fear of underaged drinking.

“Oh, you baby” Jungkook is always one for theatrics, cupping your cheeks and moving your head from side to side squeezing your cheeks. 

Your words are muffled but Jin would be able to tell you're pouting even without the squeezing. “I’m only like what? Two years younger than you?” there is a bratty edge to your voice that would have Jin nipping at your scent gland under other circumstances.  

But Jin’s gone white as a sheet, blood draining from his face and head spinning. Dizzy- Jin is going dizzy because- “oh my god I’m a cradle robber- there is no way we have almost a ten year age difference- holy fuck-”

Jungkook looks playfully down at you, grinning, but then not, the smile and the happiness at teasing Jin sliding off his face as quickly as it had come. “Wait- if you’re that old now- how old were you when Yoongi’s brother first- when he-”

“Pursued me? I was like 17? Maybe a little younger?” Their stomachs drop through their feet and feeling nauseous takes on a whole new meaning.

Revulsion swoops low in his stomach, “holy shit-“ Jungkook says the same moment Jimin curses and says, “that’s fucked up “

You try to backtrack. And maybe you haven’t healed much at all. Because your first instinct is to defend it. The same way you’d defended the age gap to your friends and parents back then. Before Geumjae had taken care of that distraction and moved the two of you to the other side of the city, an easy and efficient way of cutting off your support system and making you more vulnerable.

But as much as you hate to admit it, it hadn’t felt so terrible back then.

Back then you’d just been glad to be taken care of for the first time, to have someone's focus solely on you and an older, well-off alpha at that. You cringe when you think of how you'd bragged about it to some of your high school friends. How happy you'd been that you didn’t have to think about money as much and that you had someone to buy you pretty things.

But you're old enough now to consider that maybe it had been a little fucked up, how he’d used your age against you- told you that the others just didn't understand, that you just didn’t understand.

Age isn't just a number when you're only 17.

“You’re so mature for your age” but not mature enough to stop him from using you. You feel guilty and gross when you think about how easy it had been to charm you. Pretty things and expensive objects that you’d signed over your soul for and become a possession of his.

A pretty young girlfriend who had turned into a pretty young fiancé and then a pain-in-the-ass wife who was barely more than a child. No wonder why he always tried to dress you up to make you seem older. But nothing ages you quite as abuse does.

“I mean- I encouraged it- and he at least had the decency not to propose until my 18th birthday. So I guess I didn’t think it was weird because I’d known him for a while.”

But Jungkook is foaming at the mouth almost, Jin too. Though they both understand it- how after presentation everything feels so new and hard and needy. Jungkook himself garnered a reputation as quite the heartbreaker with how he bounced from alpha to alpha back then. 

Relationships fresh after presentation aren’t often ones formed out of mutual attraction rather an instinctual need. It’s not strange that your instincts picked the alpha with the greatest ability to provide for you- even if he did end up doing the opposite.

Jin tries to start the conversation about grooming. Not the fun kind either but the kind that very obviously led to your situation. “That wasn’t right you know- he shouldn’t have been looking at you that way when you were so young.”

“It wasn’t- it wasn’t creepy or anything, I swear it was more normal than I'm making it seem. He was just really immature and you know what they say- girls mature faster than boys and-”

Jin puts down his knife. Staring at you- wanting to get closer and offer comfort but unable to offer it without feeling like it’s not he'd be doing it more for himself than for you. 

He can be firm with you just this once. “No, y/n you need to know that what happened was wrong. He shouldn’t have done that- he should have gone after someone his own age no matter your maturity level.”

“But-“ he cups your cheeks, sighing and searching for the words, but Jimin jumps in, his hands have been fisted on the edge of the table this whole time, and when he looks up Jin sees what all those fans must when they try to take a step too close to his bosses.  

“I’m less than his age and I’m telling you I would never even think of looking at a 17-year-old like that. I don’t even know what I'd have in common with a 17-year-old”

Jungkook puts his foot in his mouth as only the youngest can. Teasing the elders for their age even though time is coming for all of them. “But apparently not at 22-year-olds”

Jimin flicks some flour at him and it hits Jungkook in the center of his black sweatshirt. “You’re only what- three years older than her? namjoon hyung and Jin hyung have the same age gap! you and Jin have a larger age difference than we do!”

At your prodding, jin writes down all their ages and their birthdays in your little book, and then at his prodding, you add your birthday which starts a rambling conversation about zodiac signs that jimin and jungkook are incredibly invested in. Jungkook’s going to turn 25 in a few short weeks, Namjoon too- will turn 28. You add it to a page in your book.

Jin keeps looking down at the little cookbook diary. He knows the little doodles and lines that are written in the margins of the honey cake recipe. Ones he's thought about many times before.

“These make Yoongi happy because he thinks of his omega, asked him today after tea, maybe he’ll come over again next week.” and then the note at the bottom of the next page. “Whipped cream topping works well too, but better with buttercream like his other love. I wonder if they smell as good as he does.” do they smell as good as you'd hoped, is this everything you'd hoped for?

What other secrets are hidden in this book?

Suddenly; more than ever, Seokjin wants to read it. To look for the bits of you hidden in these recipes like pieces of your soul. But maybe it would be better than asking you, less traumatic than making you unpack all of that unpleasantness. 

You still seem a little shakey, a faraway look in your eyes as you press the dough together one last time, forming a wet ball. Jin wonders if he pushed too far.  

Jimin gets out of his seat to get a glass of water, but you keep sending glances at the pamphlet. “After I got married, Geumjae, he-" you have to take a second to swallow, to keep your words going. You haven't gone purely non-verbal in a few weeks but maybe for your health, you should.  "he kept me on a tight leash. So, no. I’ve never been to a bar to drink really, maybe for like 10 minutes to pick him up, but that’s it. I want to go but I still don’t know- I don’t know if I can-“

you're trying to be honest about your limitations, to not just act and expect them to accommodate you. Jimin catches your arm, hand lingering on your wrist, you drop the flyer back onto the counter in favor of grabbing him back.

Jimin is a fan of prolonged eye contact, though nothing about his eyes is sensual or threatening. “There is another one, at the end of the month. Would that be easier? A little more time for you to prepare?” You sag instantly into his arms. And though he might straighten in surprise for a second, he does hug you back when you twine your arms loosely and tentatively around his waist. He might not have been able to feel the way that your body relaxes it if you hadn’t been so close but the decision is easily finalized after that.

“yes- please- that’s so much better- thank you Minnie i-“ One month. You’ve got that long before your first date with Jimin and Tae, one month to work up to leaving the house. That’s perfect, and exactly what you need.

Jimin presses a kiss to the top of your head, vanilla fluffing out.“Never apologize for asking for what you need, okay?” he says quietly, you nod.

Everything settles after that, Jungkook butters the muffin tins because you’re going to make personalized honey cakes with his recipe (he says something about wanting to take them to work) you don't need muffin liners because the dough that comes out is a little too hard to pour and get those perfect ridges on the edge.

To be honest, your ears are still ringing a little, memories that dance along the confines of your mind, the others would never know but you're scrambling to hold onto anything.

Jungkook and Jin's scents are the easiest, Jungkook's eyes are wide and like beacons, beckoning you back from the edge of non-verbalness when he asks you what to do next. Grabbing your hand when you don't respond the first time, his touch is enough. If one thing can be said about omegas- it's that they know how to soothe.

Jimin sits at the counter, and Jin cooks, and the emotional temperature of the kitchen dims. Not you though; Inside your chest is still aching. Your brain turning over those facts.

But in the end, revelations about your age really won't change much. It doesn't change because you like Jin, maybe even love him a little bit.

He’s 30 and you’re 22 and despite that- you love this with them, the easy camaraderie of cooking with others, the willingness to nurture your souls together with love. Maybe you’ll never be able to properly appreciate how you never feel too judged or rejected by them, maybe you can only ever hope that you won’t take their love for granted- this security is something you’d never get tired of.

Maybe it's just what it feels like to be home- what it’s supposed to feel like. It hurts to think that maybe you'd never felt it before today, but less when you remember where you are, and that it’s only the beginning.

Maybe- maybe trauma ages you and joy keeps you young. Maybe that’s why you and Jin are so well-matched because where you are stoic he is bright, like the sunny side of a snowy mountain, Jungkook is the same.

Maybe it would be weird to other packs to have the oldest and youngest both be omegas. But Jin and Jungkook know how to have fun, flicking flour at each other after the mini-honey-cakes are put in the oven and there isn't any possibility of ruining the recipe.

The three of you; you'd honestly expect love to go the opposite way in most relationships. To fall for the alphas first- and then the omegas second. You don't have the same biological drives behind your relationships, but that doesn't make your touches any less lingering.

You and Jungkook move on to the next recipe- so that you'll have something sweet just in case the honey cakes turn out like bricks (flour substitutes can be a little hit or miss). The next recipe is a little more reliable and comes from the internet and a keto blog that Jungkook frequents for new meal ideas. You can't go wrong with peanut butter and chocolate- even if there is little else in the recipe besides that and a quarter cup of coconut flakes.

“Honey bunny, can you pass me the sugar?” you ask quietly, looking down at Jungkook's computer, trying to figure out just how much peanut butter is too much, questioning if only a few spoonfuls of chia seed flour is enough.  

Maybe it's just a mark of how spoiled you’ve gotten because when Jungkook doesn't instantly tend to your needs you look up, pout at him only to stop in your tracks.

Because Jungkook’s blinking down at you, a pile of coconut flakes on the counter like he'd missed the mixing bowl. A deep blush coating his cheeks, he blinks then blinks again like he’s still turning it over in his head, something- what could possibly have him looking so surprised?

“What did you just call me?” he asks, voice small. 

“Honey bunny?” Jungkook acts as you’ve just slapped him, hand over his heart and everything, he catches himself against the counter (they seem to be doing a lot of that really- you hope Yoongi secured it to the floor with some sort of brackets, though knowing him he thought of everything- including the pack's flair for dramatics.)

“That is- the cutest thing in the fucking world, holy fuck- holy fuck” Jungkook covers his mouth with his hand. If he actually had a bunny tail, it would be twitching. You can see it- bunny ears raised in your direction, hidden in his long black hair, maybe for halloween you’ll get him a pair. 

“But they others call you that all the time.”

“No- we call him bunny- not honey bunny” Jimin smiles, there isn’t anything else that pleases his alpha brain more than watching his three omegas falling in love and being so sweetly domestic. Like Jin can sense it, he threads his fingers in the back of Jimin’s neck, playing with the overgrown hair there.  “Is that okay?”

“Is it okay!?” Jungkook’s scent is spiraling sweet and sweeter, his hands so sudden on you that you can’t jump away before he’s picking you up. His show of strength the other day was only superficial compared to this, all you know is one moment your feet are on the ground, and the next his flour-covered hands are digging into the skin of your waist, one under your shirt and the other not. Spinning you around so fast that you go dizzy.

Nothing but honey, Jungkook’s happy honey scent is dizzying as you press your nose to his shoulder because there is nowhere else to go, nothing else to do but fall in love too apparently- if the traitorous jump of your heart is anything to go by.

All the love is too much for his little body- he needs to spin you. too much in his little heart to not burst open with it. Jungkook has always had a tininess to him, the same tininess that you have too. Jin’s pups, you’re Jin’s pups and that’s it. There is no better way to explain what it feels like.

Somewhere in the spinning, your lips meet his. As far as kisses go it's quick and painless. His lips are hot and of course, they taste a little bit like the honey you’ve so delicately placed into this recipe. Just enough sweetness to get by and not enough to hurt. You don’t know why it took you so long to make something that Jungkook could eat, but you’re glad you thought of it if it’s given you this.

You haven’t kissed many omegas before, just jin and a few others immediately after presentation years ago. Kissing Jungkook is not like kissing Jin. Jin's kisses are constructive, his lips a steady presence but jungkook is wild and jumpy.

 His hair tickles the tops of your cheeks when you tilt your face up but The kiss is so quick that you barely register everything before he’s flinching back, so shocked by his own actions that his eyes go wide. He lets you go, but you're still moving from his spin.  You stumble a bit- hip knocking into the table. When you look up, Jimin’s hands are outstretched to catch you.

“Sorry! Sorry! I just- Oh my god- that was- I’m so sorry- just after we talked about you being fucking groomed- and I'm older- oh my fuck I'm an idiot” 

true to his bunny nature he spins off a mile a minute backing up into Jin who makes a small noise, catching the other omega around the waist. Moving Jungkook a careful distance away from the stove.

Jungkook looks absolutely sick with concern, eyes wide and teeth digging harshly into his lower lip. But you are still standing, unsteady from being spun and not breathing for that moment he kissed you. Jungkook is cotton candy and merry go rounds, Jungkook is fun and innocent (and paying for it anyway).

You stumble forward. Hands fisting in the sleeves of his sweatshirt, the two of you sway until Jin catches you and you stop moving. Too many burners on in the kitchen, too many hot surfaces for Jin’s pups to play around like that safely.

“Jungkook- kookie- it’s okay.” His chest heaves and tears dance at his waterline. Jungkook doesn't fear anything more than making people uncomfortable or misstepping boundaries. He practically holds his hands to his chest- worried that even leaning into your touch will be taken the wrong way.

Jin is a steadying presence, equally as surprised but also grinning from ear to ear- fucking finally.

He holds both of you, “look at me.” He commands. Both you and Jungkook are saplings to bend to his will. Jin’s eyes are dark- yet warm, swimming with joy. Both of you are a little too similar, you both thrive on direct communication; no room for your little pup brains to extrapolate and make monsters from mountains.

“Did you like being kissed by Jungkook?”

Your scent answers for him, spiking up sweet and cakey. It’s kind of dizzying how quick your bodies respond to each other, one moment you’re smelling sweet- and the next Jungkook loses the rotten-flower edge to his.

Maybe you should get used to it- being this close that your scents compound on each other- it’s not like the way your scent can trigger the alphas; A call and response as old as time. Your scent is like air to Jungkook’s bubble, carrying him higher and higher. You don't even have to respond with words, Jin knows. You whine loudly.

Footsteps on the staircase alert you all to Yoongi's presence. "Is everything alright? Did something happen!?" Was he able to feel you kiss Jungkook down your bond? Was there a jump in his pulse maybe? Or something warm and echoing golden? To fill the upstairs with stars instead of just dust and rafters?

"Nothing, just Jungkook kissing the pup! Are you cool with that?"

Yoongi answers quicker than a heartbeat, dispelling any of Jungkook's lingering worries. "Yeah fucking dope, why wouldn't I be?" Yoongi sounds offended at the very insinuation that he wouldn't. Jimin laughs, a little giddy himself though its maybe a tad bit awkward. Jungkook tucks his chin into his chest, he just needed to hear it, just needed a little reassurance.

You send a look at Jin, misinterpreting Jungkook's reaction as embarrassment. “He doesn't have to do it again if he doesn't want to. If It was just a heat of a moment thing- it’s okay kookie.”

Jungkook and Jin just about get whiplash from how quick they look back down at you. “What? Why wouldn’t I want to?”

You shrug like it’s the most natural thing in the world, it is a little weird that you have to explain it. “Cuz I'm me and you’re-“ you gesture absent-mindedly to Jin and Jimin. “You look like you guys do, you know?” you say like it’s a matter of fact- and maybe it is- that the pack is just extraordinarily attractive.

It’s funny remembering back to when you'd just met Yoongi. You’d been sure it was just a Yoongi thing- to be so pretty. But apparently pretty people attract people.

You're the anomaly here, not Jungkook who is blinking down at you, eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

“like with Jimin – if it was just a one-time thing, that’s fine. if you're not attracted to me it’s- Whatever you want is fine by me.” Something drops hallow into their stomachs. The way you treat it- like you’re not stating anything that could be shocking- that you're trying to reassure them that it’s fine if they don’t want to kiss you- if they don't find you pretty enough to kiss.

Jimin nearly chokes on his water, “I haven’t kissed you since before Tae’s rut because you have the personality of an easily startled alley kitten- not because I don’t want to or because we don't find you attractive.”

You blink, jungkook blinks, and so does Jin. “Oh,” you say, just oh. 

Your brain is a mess of misfiring nerves. To have what you’d assumed contradicted. Jin watches you turn over it, and then your eyes light up with a realization, “oh! so before when you said- like a date- you meant a date date-”

“What else would I have meant?” Jimin’s actually laughing a little at the ridiculousness of this. Because- fuck, even if this is uncharted territory, you’re still barely hiding a smile.

“I don’t know- dates can be platonic right?”

Jungkook tucks his face into Jin’s neck and whines, Jin's own milk scent is mellow yet rich, like the cream you’d pour over your coffee. “okay okay, we can talk about the dates later, kookie.”

Jungkook doesn't raise his face from Jin’s shoulder at the older omegas order, just whining more. “I'm sorry Koo,” you say, snapping out of it.

“Don’t apologize” he says, though it’s muffled by Jin’s pullover. Jin extricates the pup from burrowing his worries away by lacing his fingers in his hair and pulling him away. it might be the wrong move because it makes Jungkook go sweeter, pupiles blown, omega space threatening. 

“Did you mean to kiss her kookie?” his eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “Yes.” Jin’s hand is a steadying presence on both of your backs, you can feel him when you breathe in a deep breath, and you bet Jungkook can too.

Suddenly you’re aware that you’re not actually that far from him, still touching his arms, Jungkook is warm- warm honey that shifts so easily into a heady rush. You watch him lick his lips. “Can I do it again Hyung?”

Jin grins, fingers sliding up your shirt to the back of your neck, and his fingers settling there is enough to make the edge of your vision hazy. You saw enough of Tae during her rut that you know that jin often takes a dominant role with just about all of them, and the slight gesture has your head realing. You bet Jin doesn't even realize he's doing it.

"Don't ask me pup."

~-~

The first thing your pack alpha is aware of when he comes home is the smell. delicious and cacophonous honey cake, topped with rich whipped cream. Like the cookies he used to eat during breaks at grade school but it’s not quite like anything he’s smelled before. Nothing else is quite as beckoning to a pack alpha than the smell of their happy omegas.

Which is probably why he can smell it from even outside the house.

Namjoon opens the door to his car and the next thing he knows, his head is spinning with it. He even forgets to turn his car off, getting out in such a hurry that he's left it running, his bag in the front seat too.

he blinks down at it, whispers a quiet, "fuck" before he gets back in and turns it off. Keys jingling and sitting for a second, Holding his head in his hands. “Get it together Joon.”

Hobi is coming up the sidewalk at the same time Namjoon gets home, yanking his headphones out of his ears when he gets close enough. Rap music blares from the headphones, loud enough that Namjoon can hear it when he leans in to peck Hobi on the cheek. 

"Smelled it from the end of the block- what the fuck?" he growls. but his question doesn't warrant answering as namjoon pulls him in for a brief scent mark. The smell of the other alpha is a little steadying but not quite enough. fuck- Namjoon needs Yoongi- needs the betas scent if he's going to be level-headed about this at all. He's almost afraid to go inside.  

Hobi stares up at Namjoon with that kind of happy lopsided grace that only sunflowers have (really it’s things made from the sun- which Hobi and flowers both are- so really it’s an apt comparison.)

He prattles on about his day, the roses and a forgotten shipment of peonies because he knows that Namjoon is guaranteed to need a second to destress and detach from his day and the pain he’s seen and caused (And hope that somehow it balances out the pain he's stopped from coming).

There is nothing in Hobi's demeanor that says he's even half as affected as Namjoon is. But then they open the door, and that smell spills out making both of them stop dead in their tracks. Hoseok actually trips over Jimin's shoes in the doorway. 

Honey cakes, but also real honey cakes too, a touch too thick, Namjoon is 90% positive that he starts to droll without realizing it. His eyes locked on you and Jungkook.

To be fair- you and jungkook are every inch of a wet dream brought to life, his arms holding you loosely around your waist while you press up and he leans down to kiss you. Lips moving, no tongue but oh fuck the fact that there could be tongue, that your mouthes are needy and open and acheing for it- makes Namjoon instantly chub up in his slacks.

Hobi is not quite brought to the same level but having Jin and Jungkook smell like that is enough to have him smiling on a good day- and today is a good day.

At the smell of the alphas, Jungkook’s head jerks away from your lips with a pop, Both of your lips are pink and chapped from kissing for so long. You bury your face in his shoulder, You’re standing on his toes to reach him, just a few  inches too short to be at the proper angle (Yoongi had teased you earlier and threatened to bring out the step stool).

Namjoon recognizes the fervor of Jungkook's scent- it's omega space, sweet and lovely- both of you from the smell of it. Had you gotten so lost in each other that it spiked? Or was it Jin's doing, looking over his shoulder and grinning at Namjoon with a special secret look, a little taunting.

Namjoon growls, actually growls at the two of you.

Hobi laughs, "Joonie calm down." but he's capable of doing no such thing at the moment. Both of you stand up straight your attention turned towards namjoon at the noise. Like it should be, some possessive part of him nearly wants to scoop you up. Get you smelling like that and maybe even better with the right touches. Get you both in his lap so that he has a front-row seat to your kissing.

It’s clear this is accepted by all, even Hobi who sidles up behind Jimin, holding him around the shoulder isn’t looking unhappy, just a little amused. He raises an eyebrow in your direction, though it's a little bit like a grimace.

Jungkook urges you back to his lips, turning your face to his and you keep going. They can’t really see your face and it's more plausible that the pack is enjoying seeing Jungkook happy than they are seeing the two of you right? they’re not looking at you? right?.

“When did that happen?” Hobi asks since Namjoon seems to be incapable of speech at the moment blinking slowly and staring at jungkook’s hands on your waist, an inch lower than they should be. 

“20 minutes ago,” Jin informs him, sounding like he’s bragging a little bit. he strokes down your shoulders as he walks by. 

Jungkook presses you closer, gripping your hips harder, you can feel him shaking underneath your hands on his shoulders, thumb against his pulse. You’re not sure if he realizes, but he’s kind of pressing his hips into yours. any hardness there disguised on account of Jungkook being an omega (and therefore smaller than his alpha counterparts) and the layers of clothes.

You have to breathe in through your nose and all you get is honey honey honey. He whines into your mouth, tongue licking out to taste you properly, teasing along the edge of your lip.

The noise you make has every alpha in the house sitting up straight.

Jungkook is so good at kissing, so so good. The kind of kiss that plants something to grow in your heart. It’s not like kissing alphas or kissing Yoongi. Kissing with omegas- it tastes like nest making and feels Like settling down for a nap. Comfortable and easy. Stress relief incarnate. It's exactly what you need after the conversation earlier.

Namjoon starts to get out of his seat and Yoongi yanks him back down by his belt. “Alright- you’re going to send them both into a rut if you’re not careful bunnies” Your and Jungkook’s lips separate with a wet pop. But now that you’ve started you don’t want to stop. Jin eyes your mouth invitingly but before anything more can happen there is a hand on your back.

You would know Yoongi’s touch anywhere- the shiver of your body like you’d been waiting for that to happen. He draws you away from them- and no one objects, especially when Namjoon growls again and Jungkook turns to the pack alpha. “Come on- sit with me, sweetheart.”

And that’s how you settle in, sitting on Yoongi’s lap while Jungkook bounces from Jimin’s lap to Hobi’s and then Namjoon's, kissing anyone and everyone. Hobi is the first, giggling when the youngest plops himself in his lap. You see the moment that he must register your taste on Jungkook’s tongue, a shiver and a slight glance in your direction. But the moment passes before anything else can happen and Jungkook’s already hopping to Jimin’s lap.

Jungkook gets- kissy and affectionate in omega space, it’s not quite as laconic and small like you get, but it’s sweet and needy and a little energetic- if you didn't know any better you'd say that jungkook has the zoomies. Although the pack alpha eventually calms the omega with a nip to his scent gland.

Your mate is warm and steady behind your back, More than a few times you catch his nose dancing along the side of your neck, his hands laced with yours and his arms enveloping you. It settles you- your heartbeat slows, and your eyelids grow heavy with Yoongi warm around you.  

Tae looks tired and a little ruffled when she finally walks in after work, pausing in the door. “Woh- it smells-“ words fail her, and without pause, she’s dragged into the fray.

The honey cakes come out, and you and Jungkook are reluctantly given from your packmates laps, you carefully drizzle your mixture of a half-agave substitute and honey over the tops for flavor.

Everyone has a honey cake too damning you to dessert before dinner. and though they’re not quite right, a tad bit grainy and a tad bit under-sweetened. They do the trick, and Jungkook gives you a sweet tacky kiss in thank you. You suspect there will be more kisses with him. More kisses with the others too.

For the first time the idea of that doesn't make you afraid.

~-~

(4 years prior, you)

The stone path that leads to the little yellow cottage in the middle of the city is freshly plowed, the flowers in the surrounding beds put to sleep for the winter and covered with a thick layer of snow to further cozy them down. You don’t know why you feel like you can tell the care that went into the gardens, every curve is just as soft as it should be, guiding you along to the front of the house.

You don’t know why you’re so afraid, why you’re so shaky (it’s cold enough that it could be dismissed as shivering). Maybe it's just the events of late or because you’ve never had to do something like this. The engagement ring on your finger taunts you but you know that the bruises on your face aren’t twice as noticeable as the near 10 carat monster on your finger.

You wish you didn’t have to be here- but you don’t have anyone else to turn to. You haven’t talked to your family in nearly a year and you don’t have a single person to confide in, to ask for advice.

And last you heard, everyone in the mafia can ask the beta for advice. So why not you? You'll be a full member in a few short weeks, you shiver when you think of your wedding. A day that you’d thought you’d look forward to but not now, not under the current circumstances.

Guemjae had told you most of the rules when you’d first been introduced to the idea that your then-boyfriend was a part of a notorious and old crime family.

"Do you ever have to kill people?" you'd asked, toying with his fingers in the booth of some restaurant that he owned. There had always been something mischievous and dark about the man and you'd been more in love with the idea of it than you cared to admit. It seemed all very movie-like to be honest, now you wish you'd had the sense to separate movies from reality. "No, we have people for that."

But you can't help but feel like there are so many missteps to make here, enough that your life might be threatened easily. What rule might you break? He'd made you take notes when he'd first explained how it all worked and it had felt a little bit like you were still in high school and studying for another exam.

You wish there had been some sort of class like; mafia 101- how to survive a life of crime- but unfortunately, your education hadn't been nearly that complete or intensive. Maybe this could be a textbook, a show of everything that you shouldn’t do to survive. You certainly feel like you're doing a poor job of that.

But everyone can ask the beta for advice and it’s not late yet- barely 7 pm though the lights of the convenience store are already shining neon. Catching every fleck of snow and turning it red before it hits the ground.

You pause at the door to the yellow cottage for half a breath, then you raise your hand and knock.

If the beta is surprised to see you, she doesn't show it. You bow deeply as has been trained into you by your fiance. The warm air buffers your hair and your coat, maybe a little thinner than you should have worn.

“Come in child- come in,” the Don is home, sitting in front of the tv in a deep leather chair, but he turns down the wrestling program when he sees you in the door. His alpha scent is muted on account of his age. You’re sure there must be some medical reason for it- why people's scents start to fade as they get older.

“You look frozen down to the bone! Can I get you a cup of tea?” the beta is a strange woman, kind but not exactly nice. Something about her actions and her words says that she wants to remove you from her presence as quickly as you've come. Maybe she has another caller, or maybe she just doesn't like you, It’s hard to tell.

Her silver hair that falls in a straight curtain to her waist and her rough-hewed face betrays her age but her scent hasn't faded even a little bit. She smells metallic, not like gunpowder or like blood. But like silver, a tang on the air that must be hers. Her eyes are sharp even if her hands are gnarled, barely succeeding in holding the pot underneath the stream of water.

"I’m sorry to bother you so late.” You say because you don't know how else to start. The house looks so homey- so warm- so different from your own house across the city, your townhouse with Geumjae inside, the broken plates and bowl that had hit you in the face just hours ago. No warmth or love left within its walls.  

And you aren’t even married yet. Fear lurches in your stomach. Only when the tea is hot and steeped does the beta sit before you. Setting her keen eyes on you.

“Now, what can I do for you little dove.”

“They say you’re good to talk to, for advice.”

The beta smiles, though it’s an edge past too wide, showing too many teeth. They might be pleasant people, but they’ve also been breaking the law and getting away with it for the better part of a decade. As feral as wolves and twice as dangerous.

“That is true.”

She waits, and you struggle to regain your words. The Don casts a glance in your direction after a few seconds. His look is as cold as the betas gaze is tired. He must be nearly in his 80’s but he’s not any less intimidating for it. If he wanted you dead he need only lift a finger. You’re well aware of the fact that you’re a nobody to him and the rest of your fiancés family. Maybe you'd even be a bug under their shoe if you made a nuisance of yourself.

there is safety in being a non-player to this game, in being as likable and as bland as possible. this very act is unbecoming of someone in your position. You tilt your face, letting the bruises catch the light. 

The beta catches your chin, giving a disapproving look at them and then at you. “My grandnephew?” she asks, eyebrow raised. You nod.

And just like that the words are spilling out, “he didn’t- I didn’t mean to make him angry but he’s been like this for the last few weeks- Do you think,” the beta doesn't say anything, just sits and listens. “Do you think that Geumjae is a good man? That I'm right to marry him?”

The don and his beta cast each other a glance, their heavy and worn faces betraying the fact that if you aren’t to marry him at this point, then your life would be forfeit regardless. The very fact that you know where this house is might be enough to erase you from existence on a good day, you know too much already to be separated from this life.

The beta measures her words carefully before she speaks. All perfect lies have to be measured carefully just like recipes. A lie, but an eventual truth too. The beta can’t know what's going to happen or what it's going to cause when she speaks.

“I think everything will be fine, little dove.”

~-~

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Queerplatonic Fiction Recs

My plea for queerplatonic fiction has garnered some attention, so here is a post compiling all of the recs I've received! I will be updating this list if/when more recs come in, and I will link this post in my pinned.

I have not read all of these so I haven't vetted them for anything, these are just provided as they were given to me! All I know is that these works are said to include relationships that center and/or discuss QPRs and other nonromantic committed relationships. The summaries are from the website from which I link the work.

If your recommendation didn't make it, it may have not been what I was looking for, or I just missed it!

Recommendations are alphabetically sorted, first by fandom and then by title.

Fanfiction

Here's Your Room Key, The Pool Closes At Ten. (Ben 10 Series; Generator Rex). Rex finds out that Ben is once again running wild, but he can’t quite see what exactly is supposed to be going on with him. And on the other hand, Rex has got his own feelings he needs to worry about keeping in check.

I Don't Need No Fairytale. (BTS). Prince Park Jimin is fed up of being foisted off on whichever suitor his mother has found for him this week. He knows he has a responsibility to continue the royal line, but he's aromantic, and he can't bring himself to tell his mother the truth. When he runs into a masked stranger who also happens to be aspec at the annual masquerade ball, Jimin comes up with a plan that might just save them both - that is, if two aspecs who have only just met can convincingly pull off a fake relationship well enough to fool the entire court.

Different Kinds of Partners. (Daredevil). “Look, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but, like, the pitter-patter heart thing? It’s not the end all, be all. It’s not an automatic trump card. Like, I’ve had the pitter-patter heart thing for lots of people, and those people? They’re not nearly as important to me as Nelson and Murdock. I don’t want to be partners and fight crime and - and narrate the action scenes in Jurassic Park with all the pitter patter heart people.”

A Place To Call Home. (The Flash). "I don't normally do this, but I was watching the two of you, and... can I buy you both a drink?" - Cisco probably shouldn't laugh because it isn't really funny. But he chuckles in amusement all the same. "Is that really what you want to open with, Lisa?"

Armageddon Revised. (The Flash). Fic Series.

A retelling of the Armageddon Flash event that patches a number of plot holes, establishes Eobard as the definitive villain of the arc, introduces a new villain for the series proper, has a longer bad future arc, presents an evil plan that actually makes sense, includes more queer characters in the Flash's main cast, and pushes back against the gross amatanormativity from the fourth episode of the mini-series.

Comfort Levels. (The Flash; Arrow). Oliver's just figured out he's aromantic. Now comes the hard part: telling his boyfriend. He doesn't want their relationship to change - it's not like he's actually different all of a sudden. But... what if Barry thinks he is?

I'll Show You Mine. (The Flash; DC's Legends of Tomorrow). The kiss was a distraction. Len doesn't know why it's bothering Mick so much. Not when there are real things to be mad about.

Mending Wall. (The Flash; DC's Legends of Tomorrow). Two broken people reconnect, try to fix each other's lives, and learn that they can only do that themselves.

Missy Verse. (The Flash). Fic Series. Examines Lisa's journey to figuring out she's aromantic and eventually coming out, the balance between Hartley and Cisco's romance and their growing queer platonic relationship with Lisa, and the insecurities the three of them all deal with from to time as they form their own family together.

Fake Dating AU. (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga.) Fic Series. When Ling first suggested fake dating as a way of getting free food, he hadn't expected it to end up like this.

Friends of the Soul. (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga). Ever since Greed was torn out of his body, Ling’s mind has felt empty and silent, but even still, his heart has never been more full.

A Life Full of Love. (Harry Potter). An aromantic asexual Harry’s journey to finding himself and finding his place in life.

Like a Dream I Can Reach (but not quite hold). (Harry Potter). Harry spends his life waiting for something he isn’t entirely sure he wants, and looking for something he doesn’t know exists. Everything feels ill-fitting until Draco Malfoy enters his life and shows Harry he doesn’t have to want the expected things, and Harry learns happiness doesn't have to look a certain way.

There Isn’t a Word for What We’ve Got. (Harry Potter). Five people who misunderstood Sirius’ relationship with Remus and one two who didn’t.

Restatement of Home. (The Magnus Archives). Meeting an old acquaintance again can be a bit of a culture shock. Instantly clicking again with your old ride or die… is a different sort of shock entirely.

Blank Slate, Artificial Boxes. (The Murderbot Diaries). [...] “Because I’m aromantic.” - That… shouldn’t have been surprising, actually. And it was something we had in common, as much as I was loath to admit having something in common with Gurathin. And - well, it did have something to do with this. “That has nothing to do with this,” I said.

Sea Shanties. (One Piece). A collection of Luffy oneshots. Summaries of each on the individual chapters themselves.

Sorry to Bother You. (Soul Eater). Death The Kid asks Crona out on a date and, being aromantic, Crona does not know how to deal with it.

Illusion's QP Skullvin Cinematic Universe. (Splatoon). Fic Series.Skull and Vintage Ex-QPPs to QPPs again, except I've actually put the relevant fics in order to make it easier to read, yay!

The Instinct of the Blind Insect. (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine). Garak is just trying to help. Odo jumps to conclusions. Both come to (embarrassingly sincere) personal revelations.

New Year's Traditions. (Star Wars: The Clone Wars; Star Wars Prequel Trilogy). Cody and Obi-Wan spend the last day of the Coruscanti year together teaching Cody how to make a traditional pastry from Stewjon.

|no war to reach you, no bolt to keep you| (Star Wars). Cody closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. It was just a little strange, perhaps, to be cared for this way. A warmth of a different kind than that he’d felt all his life for his brothers; and something entirely different than the love, he’d come to realize, which romance holos and some of his aforementioned brothers spoke of.

Platonic. (Tales of Graces). [...] coming out as aromantic and asexual isn't exactly easy when [Asbel's] brother is a pedant and a know-it-all who thinks amoeba jokes are funny and his childhood best friend would rather try to 'fix' him than accept that accept that her feelings aren't reciprocated. Thankfully, Asbel's got his little sister Sophie and their friends Richard, Lambda, and Pascal in his corner.

Something For His Something. (Teen Wolf). Five times Stiles asked the wrong person for advice on Jackson's birthday and one time he asked the right person.

This or That, But Always Mine. (Teen Wolf). He and Derek were not a thing. Or, okay, maybe they were kind of a thing, in a way. But they were definitely not that kind of thing. Stiles just wished everyone else could understand that.

Ratchet has acquired a reason to like Valentine's day. (Transformers). In which all the aros take shifts on Valentine’s day, Ratchet’s Valentines day ends with a Mythbusters marathon with Drift and Rodimus, no one’s quite sure what blue popcorn is all about but it’s there anyway, Ratchet is the best pillow, braiding hair is practically mandatory for a not-sleepover, [...] , and Ratchet gets a reason to like Valentine’s day every year.

Queerplatonic Prompt Fills. (Various Fandoms). Fills for the prompts posted by qpr-prompts!

Tactile. (Venom). Eddie let their fingers drift to the dark mass on their shoulder and started running them back and forth over the surface. What new human gesture was this? Was Eddie trying to tell him to go back inside? Venom did. - “Oh, sorry.” - For what. -“The…” Eddie mimed the motion he’d been making, “stroking. You didn't like it?”

Original Fiction

A Queerplatonic New Year (An Aspec for All Seasons 1) - Katie Fouks. Aromantic asexual college student Trav has never felt about someone the way he does about his soft-spoken roommate and best friend, Ollie. With his sister’s encouragement, can Trav work up the courage to ask for what he wants and get the New Year’s kiss he dreams of?

Baker Thief - Claudie Arsenault. Adèle has only one goal: catch the purple-haired thief who broke into her home and stole her exocore, thus proving herself to her new police team. Little does she know, her thief is also the local baker.

Common Bonds - Multiple Authors. Common Bonds is an anthology of speculative short stories and poetry featuring aromantic characters. At the heart of this collection are the bonds that impact our lives from beginning to end: platonic relationships. While this anthology is not entirely centered around committed non-romantic relationships, it is very very good and as someone who just finished it, I really recommend it!

Ice Castle: A Queerplatonic Love Story - Katie Fouks. Shoveling dirt over slippery patches while dressed as a Christmas fairy isn’t the most glamorous job in the world, but Rachel Forrest doesn’t mind spending another holiday season as “dirt girl” at the Ice Castle ice maze if it means she gets paid. She never expected one such patch of ice to lead her to Cassie Harlan.

If It Makes You Happy - Claire Kann. Winnie is living her best fat girl life and is on her way to her favorite place – Misty Haven and her granny’s diner, Goldeen’s. With her family and ungirlfriend at her side, she has everything she needs for one last perfect summer before starting college in the fall. …until she becomes Misty Haven’s Summer Queen.

The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells. Series. On a distant planet, a team of scientists are conducting surface tests, shadowed by their Company-supplied 'droid -- a self-aware SecUnit that has hacked its own governor module, and refers to itself (though never out loud) as "Murderbot." Scornful of humans, all it really wants is to be left alone long enough to figure out who it is.

Save the kiss for later, ‘cause the answer I seek doesn’t lie among yesterday. - SolarianVoidTheAroAce on Ao3. Starting college is a big step and a dive into a new chapter for many people. [...] It’s a “new year, new me” decision that aligns with semesters and college years instead of the common calendar. Leaving her home country to study abroad, Jerry made that decision for herself. Trying to leave his past behind himself, Jerry is determined to make his college experience worthwhile. To let those seven semesters be the first chapter of a life Jerry can truly claim her own.

The Thread That Binds - Cedar McCloud. An adult fantasy novel about queer bookbinding witches forming a found family, falling in love, and keeping their magic library out of the hands of an abuser. Centers a queerplatonic relationship.

[joheunsaram]

Masterlist

All works are my original pieces of fiction that only borrow likeness from the BTS member’s public personas. Please do not edit, repost, translate, or take credit for any of the works below. I will be very sad, and mostly mad if you do, and may or may not sue you.

Please note that I lost access to my old blog @joheun-saram​, and so a lot of works lead back to that. All new works will be posted on this masterlist. Sorry for the inconvenience. 🥺

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『 kim namjoon 』

To Make A Power Couple (Series - Ongoing)

idol!Namjoon x ceo!Reader | idolau, fluff, smut, angst

As a CEO of an up and coming company, you never expected to meet the man of your dreams at a gala you hosted, but seems like fate had other plans.

promise (Series - Complete)

asshole!Namjoon x college!Reader | collegeau, e2l, fluff, smut, angst

You’re intrigued by the cute new addition to your friend group but quickly find out that it’s no good being cute when he’s literally the most infuriating person you’ve met.

Chaperoning (Series - Ongoing)

boyfriend!Namjoon x Reader | established relationship, fluff

What better way to spend time with your boyfriend than to chaperone your sister and nine of her high school friends on a trip to the mountains? Alternately, you go Namjooning with a bunch of kids.

Discord Discourse (Series - Ongoing)

idol!Namjoon x fanficwriter!Reader | internet relationships, s2f2l, fluff, smut, angst

Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server... dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?

In Plain Sight (One Shot) 

idol!Namjoon x chef!Reader | breakupau, exes2(maybe)l, angst

After weeks of preparation and stress, you believed you were ready for the opening night of your restaurant. However, nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your ex waiting for you.

Unwritten (One Shot) - part of Namkook Moonrise Masquerade collab

Shinigami!Namjoon x artist!Reader | deathnoteau, s2f2l, fluff, smut, slight angst

Kim Namjoon never did like his job as a Shinigami. He looked pretty much human, maybe that's why their realm enticed him. With his life left to a mere 30 years and no more motivation for writing names, he decided to drop his death note in the human world. But what happens when the human that finds it refuses to fill it with names?

The Present (One Shot) 

Namjoon x Reader | bdsmau, fluff, slight smut, fwb2l

Namjoon gives you a present, and his heart.

The Proposal (One Shot) - A follow up to The Present.

Namjoon x Reader | bdsmau, fluff, smut

After a Valentine’s dinner, Namjoon just can’t help making you his once more. 

Case Reopened (One Shot)

ex!Namjoon x Reader | lawyers au, exes2lovers, angst, smut

Your ex has some nerve to antagonize you during a case after everything he’s put you through. But Kim Namjoon always did have a hold on you, whether you admit it to yourself or not.

On With The Show (One Shot)

retired bassist!Namjoon x lawyer!Reader | rockstar au, strangers2lovers, singledad au, fluff, angst, smut

Eight years after announcing their retirement, Dark & Wild seems to have been left behind. For Namjoon, he could never forget the time his dreams became reality, and he believes they could retake the charts by storm once again. Struggling with raising a teenage daughter, the loss of his wife and poor writing projects with terrible bands, he's now had enough. So with a little help from the remaining active fansite, he embarks on a mission to convince his bandmates that a comeback might not be the mid life crisis they think it is.

New Year, Same Us (Drabble) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo | angst, fluff

lollipop (Drabble) - part of Talk is Cheap | smut

stay (Drabble) - part of I Got You  | smut

Downpour (Drabble) | fluff

tug of war (Drabble) | fluff

Technology is a Bummer (Drabble) | fluff 

make a move (Drabble) | fluff

『 kim seokjin 』

Christmas Under Wraps (One Shot)

nurse!Seokjin x doctor!Reader | fluff, smut

You always wanted to work in a small town, and when you finally got matched to a small hospital in Alaska for your one year sabbatical you never would’ve thought you’d be in a place where everyone believed Santa was real. Mass hysteria or magic? Only time will tell.

Valentine (One Shot) - part of Melancholy Mixtape

nonidol!Seokjin x Reader | angst

What happens when all your wishes come true, and you have to pick between them?

platonic (A Collection of One Shots - Ongoing) 

fwb!Seokjin x Reader | smut, fluff, angst, bff2l

A collection of one-shots and drabbles about two idiot best friends turned fwbs turned lovers.

Novel Complications (One Shot)

Seokjin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader | fluff, angst, love triangle

When Seokjin decided to set up his perpetually single best friend on a blind date, the last thing he expected was for you to actually find a boyfriend. He should be happy for you, right? Right? 

Peach Jam (One Shot) - part of the Blue Crush collab (Coming Soon)

surfer!Seokjin x Reader | smut, fluff, slight existential angst, e2l

Kim Seokjin’s life was perfect. He had a great job teaching kids to surf, he had great friends who were coming back to town for the summer and he was planning the best party this city would ever see. That is until he ran into his highschool crush and things started going his awry.

Teaser Here

exile (One Shot)

ex!Seokjin x Reader | angst, breakup au

When Seokjin sees you with your new boyfriend, all he wants is to get you back. Based on the song exile by Taylor Swift.

sunglasses (Drabble) - part of Talk is Cheap | smut

so what (Drabble) - part of I Got You | smut

Secrets (Drabble) | fluff

『 min yoongi 』

No Rebounds (Drabble Series - Complete)

husband!Yoongi x Reader | marriedau, angst, fluff, smut

A look into you and Yoongi rediscovering why you fell in love and trying to save your marriage.

Cardiac Affairs (Drabble Series - Ongoing)

surgeon!Yoongi x surgeon!Reader | e2l, coworkers au, hospital au, fluff, angst, smut

Yoongi has worked extremely hard to become one of the top cardiothorasic surgeons in the country. Nothing will stand in the way of him becoming the chief of surgery, not even the new surgeon he can’t keep his eyes off of.

The Back of Your Car (One Shot)

undergroundrapper!Yoongi x recentgraduate!Reader | collegeau, fluff, smut(ish)

How would you deal if you were stuck in the trunk of your best friend’s car with your new crush?

otsukare sama deshita (One Shot)

idol!Yoongi x idol!Hoseok | idolau, platonic fluff

Hoseok knows the perfect partner for his new song, but will Yoongi agree?

temper tantrums + cookies (One Shot)

dilf!Yoongi x Reader | singledadau, fluff, meetcute

Being a single dad is hard, especially when Yoongi’s daughter decides to throw a tantrum as he shops for groceries.

Cue The Last Call (One Shot)

idol!Yoongi x assistantproducer!Reader | idolau, fluff, angst, smut

All you wanted from Yoongi was a casual relationship, but your heart just had to make things complicated.

Never, Never Fall (One Shot)

rapper!Yoongi x Reader | breakupau, exes2l, fluff, angst, smut

A year after you broke off your engagement to the man you imagined spending forever with, he invites you to dinner out of the blue. 

Suga, We’re Going Down (One Shot) - part of Melancholy Mixtape

idol!Yoongi x Reader | heavy angst, breakup!au

Yoongi’s regrets know no bounds when it comes to you.

Play By Play (One Shot)

idol!Yoongi x Reader | f2l, fluff, smut

An accidental brush of Yoongi’s fingers suddenly leads to so much more.

Moonlight (Drabble) - Jungkook x Yoongi (platonic) | fluff

“I can’t believe we’re slow dancing to Aqua” (Drabble) | fluff

basketball court (Drabble) - part of Talk is Cheap | smut

fly to my room (Drabble) - part of I Got You | smut

Hope (Drabble) | angst, fluff

warm me up (Drabble) | fluff

big poppa (Drabble) | fluff

One More Day (Drabble) | angst

squeeze (Drabble) | smut

『 jung hoseok 』

right here (One Shot)

college!Hoseok x Reader | collegeau, angst

“That’s the thing about dating your best friend, when you break up you not only lose your partner, you lose the person who would console you too.”

Whenever, Wherever (One Shot)

timetraveller!Hoseok x Reader | angst, fluff, smut

Hoseok is a time traveller but that’s not the strangest thing that has happened to him. The strangest thing is when he meets a girl he’s never seen and she tells him he’s her best friend.

Change of Plans (One Shot)

nonidol!Hoseok x richgirl!Reader | richkidsau, f2l, smut

“You never thought a change in wardrobe could have this effect on you. Was it possible that Dior was now dealing with the occults and had somehow bewitched this piece of clothing?” Or, alternatively, your best friend tries on the latest Dior harness and you simply cannot help but jump his bones.

Flip It (One Shot) - with Change of Plans couple!

nonidol!Hoseok x richgirl!Reader | richkidsau, establish relationship, smut

Hoseok and you decide to roleplay a certain scene from Squid Game.

Road Tripping Over You (One Shot)

ex-boyfriend!Hoseok x richgirl!Reader | exesau, e2l, smut, angst, fluff

You didn’t always hate Hoseok. In fact, if someone asked you six months ago you would’ve even said you loved your brother’s best friend - being in a relationship for over a year has that effect. But the rainbows and sunshine of your relationship were over, and now you had to spend six hours with the man who you wished you never had to see again.

otsukare sama deshita (One Shot)

idol!Yoongi x idol!Hoseok | idolau, platonic fluff

Hoseok knows the perfect partner for his new song, but will Yoongi agree?

Greenhouse Chandeliers (One Shot) 

Hufflepuff!Hoseok x Gryffindor!Reader | fluff, angst, hogwartsau

All you wanted was to graduate in peace, but Jung Hoseok’s prank once again made you the laughing stock of Hogwarts.

Trapped Together (One Shot)

coworker!Hoseok x Reader | officeau, fluff, hurt/comfort

You hated your workplace, the people, the culture. The only one you could stand was Jung Hoseok, you officemate and the only one who knew of your recent pesky habit.

“If this movie is scary, I’m breaking up with you” (Drabble) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo

“What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?” (Drabble) - part of BangtanHQ Bistro Drabbles

“Sorry my beautiful mincho” (Drabble) | fluff

butter (Drabble) - part of Talk is Cheap | smut

daechwita (Drabble) - part of I Got You | smut

『 park jimin 』

Order Up (Drabble) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo | fluff

mesh shirt (Drabble) - part of Talk is Cheap | smut

telepathy (Drabble) - part of I Got You | smut

Simmer (Drabble) | fluff

『 kim taehyung 』

Novel Complications (One Shot)

Seokjin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader | fluff, angst, love triangle

When Seokjin decided to set up his perpetually single best friend on a blind date, the last thing he expected was for you to actually find a boyfriend. He should be happy for you, right? Right?

String Me Along (Drabble) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo | angst

elevator (Drabble) - part of Talk is Cheap | smut

fire (Drabble) - part of I Got You | smut

Midnight Melodies (Drabble) | fluff, angst

『 jeon jungkook 』

“Is your refrigerator running?” (One Shot) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo

fratboy!Jungkook x Reader | collegeau, fluff

Who knew the annoying prank calls you were receiving would become the favourite part of your day.

alive (One Shot)

nonidol!Jungkook x Reader (feat. Namjoon) | angst, smut

Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it.

glitter and disquiet (Two Shot) - part of Sons of Midas collab

Part 1 | Part 2 | Drabble

ceo!Jungkook x Youtuber!Reader | angst, smut, fluff, chaebol!au

Poised to inherit Korea’s largest gaming company in a few months, the world looks at Jeon Jungkook as a symbol of envy. Why wouldn’t they? He has everything, riches, power, and according to the rumour mill, endless women. Little do they know that his father’s company is on the verge of downfall, he barely has respect of his employees, and regardless of the rumours, he’s just a virgin saving himself for true love.

pretty hallucinations (One Shot)

best friend!Jungkook x Reader | f2l, idiots in love, angst, fluff, lowkey crack

Drunk words are sober thoughts, and now Jungkook knows all of yours — even the ones about him. And you know what they say, once a secret’s out, it’s hard to take it back.

January Rain (Drabble) | fluff, angst

Moonlight (Drabble) - Jungkook x Yoongi (platonic) | fluff

silver barbell (Drabble) - part of Talk is Cheap | smut

chicken noodle soup (Drabble) - part of I Got You | smut

Jeon Jungkook Hates Parties (Drabble) | fluff

『 ot7 』

Sons of Midas (Collab Series)

ot7 | angst, smut, fluff, chaebol!au

A look into the love lives of seven men born into the glittering world of gold and privilege. And seven ways of love found, lost, and found again.

hot boy summer (Collab Series)

ot7 | pwp, smut, fluff, college!au

In an attempt to keep their philanthropy standing, the boys of Beta Tau Sigma open a car wash. Who knew washing cars for charity could be this steamy?

Talk is Cheap (Drabble Collection)

ot7 | smut, butter!bts

A collection of smutty drabbles inspired by my undying thirst from the Butter MV.

I Got You (Drabble Collection)

ot7 | smut, sowozoo!bts

A collection of smutty drabbles inspired by muster 2021

BTS Holiday Bingo (Drabble Collection)

ot7 | fluff, smut, angst

A collection of drabbles/fics featuring all members, based on the bingo prompts.

[ggukkieland]

📚BTS Fic Reads - 2021 January Pt 2

*Fics are not mine. Credits go to all the writers. Please show them love by reblogging and/or commenting on their work 🥰. 

Note: if link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

🥕Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕Completed - completed one shots | series 🌹 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst 🌷 with reaction/commentary (if reading reactions help)

PART 1  (most of the fics were part of my Dec reads but I opted to post my favorite holiday-themed fics instead to match the 🎄☃️❄️🎄mood)

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - JJK | 16.1k (so far) | Bad Boy AU, Good Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers, FWB AU | S, slight A, slight F ~ [2/?] + [2 Drabbles] 

Bad Influence 🌷

Bad Behavior

Drabbles [2/?] 

Before You @ephemeralkookie - JJK | 21k (so far) | Tattooed!JK, Friends to Lovers, Parents AU | F, S, A

Original Story 🌷

Other stories in the Before You Universe

Countermelody @bonvoyagenoona  - MYG | 54.8k |  Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Producer AU, Music AU | F, S, A ~ [3/5]

Dissonance

Tuning

Syncopation

Don’t Hold Your Breath @ilikemesometaetaes - JJK | 32.3k | CEO!reader, Rockstar AU, Exes AU | A, S, F ~ [6/10] 

Driving Me Wild @koorara - JJK |  13.2k | followed roommate demon Jungkook to hell, Demon AU, Soulmate AU, Roommate AU  | F ~ [3/? + 1/? Drabble]  (this is really cute 🥰) 

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Halloween Special

In the Middle @taetemae - JJK x Reader x MYG | 7.6k | Love Triangle AU, Unrequited Love AU | A, S [1/3] 

Little Mouse @jjungkookislife - JJK | 19k | Established Relationship, College AU, Frat Boy AU, College AU | F, S, slight A ~ [8/?] 

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 

Christmas Special

Valentine’s Day

Maybe I Do @jiminssthetic - KTH | 96k | CEO AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Strangers to Lovers | A, F, S ~ [6/11] 

My Tears Ricochet Drabble Series @augustbutwinter - KTH | 1.9k | Ghost AU, Roommate AU | F, A ~ [2/12]

Pearls & Poinsettias @chillingkoo - JHS | 12k | CEO AU, Escort AU, Christmas AU | S, F ~ [2/3] 

01 02

Still reading ongoing series from previous reading lists, whenever there is an update 😊

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Asmodeus @jingabitch - one shot | 3.6k | Demon AU, Witch!Reader - While trying to summon a demon, you have an encounter with Namjoon | S  (I love this! spooky yet 🔥) 🌷

Friction @bangtanbetchfics - series | 27.5k | Rivals, Enemies to Lovers, CEO AU, feat matchmaker assistants VMIN | S, F ~ [4/4] 

01 02 03 04

Seokjin

Aubade @junghelioseok - one shot | 9.9k | One Night Stand AU, Snowed In | S 🌷

Mea Culpa @jinned -  one shot | 16.9k | Warlock AU, demon realm | S, F, A

That Famous Happy Ending @jinpanman - drabble | 2.3k | Royalty AU, Enchanted AU, Seokjin as Prince Edward | F

Uptown Girl @moononthejoon - one shot |  16.4k | part of the Playlist series, Bodyguard AU, Royalty AU, Enemies to Lovers | F, S

Yoongi

a love that endures @cinnaminsvga - one shot | 14.4k | High School Reunion AU, Exes to Lovers |  F, minor A

Eargasm  @lavishedinjimin - one shot |  9.5k | Phone Sex AU, Sex Hotline AU | S  🌷 (a re-read; imagine yoongi’s honey voice 🥵💦)

Untitled  @bxebxee - drabble | 1.8k | exes(?), “Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years” | A, S (this is good, can’t believe it’s only 1.8k felt like a lot happened) 🌷

Hoseok 

A Court of Curses @readyplayerhobi - one shot | Vampire Prince x Witch!Reader, Arranged Marriage AU | S, A, F 🌷

Sometimes I Don’t Like Being Last On Your List @honeytae - one shot | 3.2k | Established Relationship, Slice of Life, arguments | A, F

The Compromise @chim-chimmie  - one shot | 12.8k | Enemies to Lovers, kind of Fuckboy AU | A, S, F

Jimin

Could Have Been You @ressjeon - drabble | 832 | bickering exes | A but in a cute way? 😁 (author considering turning it into one shot so here’s my vote 💕)

For Whom the Bell Tolls @softyoongiionly - one shot | 8k | Fantasy AU, Mythology AU, Demi-god AU | A, F, S 🌷

Remedy for Mondays @dovechim​ - series | 41.9k | Co-worker AU, Fake Pregnancy AU (lol), Fake Dating AU, fake baby daddy 😅 | F, A, S (actually a re-read because I miss HR Namjoon 🥰)

01 02 03 04

Try Me @jjkxla - series | 11k | Gang AU, Neighbor AU | A, S ~ [4/4] (I read this on AO3 but it’s also on tumblr 🥰)

Prologue 01 02 03

Taehyung

Boy With Luv by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 11.6k | Idol AU, established relationship, healing/comfort fic, Slice of Life | F, S 

Get You The Moon @bymoonchild - one shot | 19.6k | Enemies to Lovers, College AU, Football AU, Jock!Taehyung, Student Reporter!OC | A, F, S 🌷 (a re-read🥰)

Kismesis @sincerelyourfangirl - one shot | 7.1k | Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating for free cakes, Holiday AU | F 🌷

Tease @caiuscassiuss - one shot | 13k | Brother’s Bestfriend AU, Enemies to Lovers | S, F

Jungkook

The Accountant @avveh - one shot | 3.4k | Idol AU, hired to relieve his stress 😉 | S, PWP 

After Hours @zibermuda - one shot | 4k | CEO AU, Assistant!OC | S, F 🌷

Anpanman 🌷 @honeymoonjin - one shot | 6.6k |  part of the love yourself collab, Bestfriends AU, Fake Dating to get cheaper therapy lol 😅 | S, F, A 🌷

A Scum’s Wish @bobagukk - one shot | 4.3k | based on the anime of same title, FWB AU, Rebound(?) AU, Unrequited AU (they’re in love with other people) | A, slight S 

Beast by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.1k | established relationship, jealous Kook | S, A, F

Begin Again @jinings - one shot | 10.4k | Single Dad AU, Blended!AU (like the movie), Vacation AU, teacher!reader | F, S, A 🌷

Canceled by zibermuda - one shot (but writer said there’ll be pt2?) | 6.4k | Blogger AU | S 🌷

The Dark Prince @jkeuphoriadreamland - series | 44.1k | Curse AU, Royalty AU, Yandere themes | A, S ~ [8/8] (😥 poor prince Koo)

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

Daydreams @voidswan - drabble | 1.3k | Jungkook has dreams about a woman he had never ever seen in his life | S 🌷

Deep Six @bratkook - two shot | 40.3k | (rival) Gang AU, infidelity/forbidden love, action | A, S, F ~ [2/2] 🌷

01 02

Delete Voicemail? feat Taehyung @evangelene - one shot | 5k | Exes AU, Established Relationship, it’s just 😭 | 🌷

Fierce & Delicate + Felicity @mintseesaw - two shot | 22.4k Established Relationship, Husband AU, her parents don’t approve | A, F, S ~ [2/2] 🌷

Heated @whatifyoulivelikethat- one shot | 5.8k | Bestfriends AU, dom-sub conversation that led to more 😉 | S, A 🌷

Is Your Refrigerator Running? @joheun-saram - one shot | 4.2k | Fratboy AU, College AU, prank calls | F, humor 🌷

It Takes Two @suqakoo - one shot | 21.1k | Soulmate AU, CEO AU, fashion designer!reader, Spring AU | A, F, S 🌷 (actually a re-read, author accidentally deleted her fics) ⭐one of my ultimate favorites⭐

A Little Sand Never Hurt Anyone @mimikookie - one shot | 12.5k | bestfriends to lovers, friends celebrating 10 years of friendship | S, F (read this on AO3 before 🤔)

Love You, Crazy @vinterjeon - one shot | 3.1k | established relationship, LDR | F, S

The Masked Stranger @nottojay - one shot | 2.9k | Friends to Lovers, One Night Stand (sort of), Masquerade AU | S, F 🌷

Night Apple is Poison Apple @helvonasche - series | 30.5k | OC came back to town, childhood acquaintances turned FWB AU | S, A, F ~ [10/10]

Strings Attached  by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.4k | Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU | S, F

Sorry + I’m Not Sorry by bxebee - drabbles | 4k | ex-classmates, ex-bully!JK, prosecutor!reader, Reunion AU | S, A, F   🌷

A Touch of Fate by yoonia - one shot | 9.2k | follow up to We Are All Dreamers, soulmate AU, ex-E2L, Neighbors AU, Established Relationship | F, S 🌷

You Are Mine @deathbyyoongi - one shot | 8.2k | College AU, sort of Enemies to Lovers, popular!JK, jealous Koo | S, A 🌷

Youngblood by jinned - one shot | 14.6k | Enemies to Lovers, Journalist!OC, Rockstar AU | S 🌷 (had to read it again, I just noticed the new banner 🥰)

Multi

love triangles, here we go 💔💔💔

🌹 Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi

Egotistic @pasteljeon - one shot | 4.4k | Childhood Friends AU, College AU, FWB AU | S, A, F 

Threads @yoonia - one shot | 7.2k | Slice of Life, One-sided Love AU, Infidelity AU | S, A, F

🌹  Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Heartbeat @xbaepsae -  two-shot |  24.9k | Musician AU, Unrequited Love AU, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangle AU | A, S, F ~ [2/2] (💔 my heart)

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🥕 posted: 2021 Jan 28 🥕 link to other reading lists  🌹 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

[xiubaek-13]

Halloween/Kinktober Writing Game

Rules: Send through a request with your desired idol/s (if they aren’t someone I normally write for I may not do it) and up to two prompts from the following list or send me your own prompts if nothing hits the spot for you. You can specify if you want fluff, angst, smut etc. If you want a kink added, just specify it in your ask.

Who I write for: EXO, Monsta X, Seventeen, Shinee, BTS.

Getting a baby/pet on Halloween during a thunderstorm

At a masquerade ball where a murder happens

Costume shop AU with Person A finding the perfect costume for everyone while Person B is hating working there

In a dark and deserted side hall of an infamous library

"Just shut up and hand out candy."

"The power just went out, and it's a full moon outside." 

"Is that...written in blood?" 

“Please don’t hurt me!”

“Is this costume too revealing?”

“Boo!”

“Yes, well, the only thing frightening at the present is how you’re holding that carving knife.”

“You look delicious. I won't stop until I’ve eaten every bite.”

“With this tattoo I’ve claimed you.”

“Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

“You owe me.”

“Patience is a virtue. We’ll keep going until you learn.”

Waking up in an abandoned facility with no idea how you got there.

You are the experiment

Classic slasher set up

Whoops, someone read the passage in the creepy book out loud and summoned something.

Tapped in a cabin in the woods.

Vampires. (feel free to specify if you want ye olde or modern here)

The devil made me do it

“Not only will I not kill you, I won’t allow anyone else to kill you.”

Angels, Demons, Nephilim, Incubus, Succubus

Other monsters/creatures

Ghosts & other spirits

Shifters/Werewolves

“I’m going to take my time with you.”

“Trick or treat.”

[pixicunt]

In the works

UPDATED 7/10/21 - sorry I'm slow at writing I get distracted easy.

AFTERMATH

chapter1 11k

yoongi 4.4k

namjoon 6.5k

jungkook 6.8k 

Jimin 2k

Taehyung 3k

Seokjin 0 words

Hoseok 0 words

 Darling why do you dream so dangerously? part 2 . 0 words but im brainstorming

Bully seokjin highschool au. written 7k

mean bully Seokjin. your the new girl and Seokjin is going to have fun playing with you. mukbanger seokjin, everyone loves him. dark seokjin ! (dark themes, yandere seokjin, ( i got mukbang seokjin prompt from one of my fav yandere bts accounts)

kitty gang jimin x reader x agust d . gang au.  4k

neglectful boyfriend Yoongi and Jimin is his rival. still fleshing this out but some clichés, Jimin has his way with you to rile Yoongi up, push and pull between the two and unrequited love :( JK has a crush on you) probably alot of warnings. 

step brother Masquerade ball. 0 words

step brother ___? your not allowd to go to the part unless you go with your brother, hidden behind masks, noncon touching ? just a though as of right now, (maybe so step dad  action (namjoon or seokjin or maybe?)

Evil flirty fairy Jimin x reader x overprotective brother Seokjin 8k

human slavery. human breeding. evil fae, fantasy au , incest (jin), forced marriage (idk if back in the day it was legal to marry your brother/relatives but in this fic it is legal) im not good at dates but like back when there were no phones, black and white pictures etc I'm sorry I'm not very cultured I'm genz

REQUESTS , I'm just gonna roughly summarize the request and not put them word from word. 

Nerd Namjoon, bully Y/N 5k

sibling rivalry, incest, bully y/n is mean to her brother Namjoon, nerdy namjoon, namjoon is so sweet and kind but he has a dark side, he snaps when you go to far, noncon

Online bully au, boyfriend JK (i might change it to JM or Hobi since i have another jk bully request), highschool au 1k

 sweet boyfriend Jungkook is actually your online tormentor, noncon, you wake up sore and you so scared. Jungkook is really mean, 

Bully JK, highschool au 0 words

loves to make you cry, class room sex , im still brainstorming this

Fuck or die au ot7 0 words

Squid game/ Alice in borderland au

Fuck or die any member 0 words

cult sex, noncon, you and your brother are forced to sacrifice yourselves, very dark , you must marry and consumate the marriage, someone must watch to make sure it actually happens. if you don't then they will kill you or you will both become free use to the people in the cult, better your brother then gross men right ? 

childhood best friend or brother hobi 0 words

as kids you turn him into the police because he confided in you that he killed someone thinking you would have his back, you tell. he gets taken away for a long time but many years he finds you, he wants revenge because you ruined his life.

mean step brother Tae 200 words

yandere, pregnant reader, jealous taehyung, breeding, kidnaping, noncon

Pimp Jimin 2k words (newly requested)

brother owner pimp Jimin and reader thats drowning in debt and her newly accounted criminal record for a hit and run, shes at the last resort to get money, sex worker au

gang boss Jimin 0 words (newly requested)

attempted escape, rough vile sex in alley way or car when he catches you

boyfriend hobi 0 words (newly requested)

you get into a fight with hobi and go to Jungkook for comfort, sex/ cheating happens, hobi finds out, pussy slapping (probably my most vanilla request for such a dark/extreme kink place but I like it)

If your request isn't here it means it was either to vague or it never sent. Please send me any requests. any member. ill write anything if it gives me inspiration. dark as you want. extreme kinks welcomed 

[happy-meo]

The Connection (A Diagram)

So as most~ of you are aware, some of my stories are connected to each other, so as per request, and probably for everyone’s sanity (including my own), I attempted to make a diagram of the connections. 

And if you have no idea what I’m talking about ...please don’t continue cause ...

** SPOILER ALERT ** 

(But do check out my Master list for my fics ~)

Okay so... here is the list of the stories that are connected in the order that they sequentially play out in the story timeline (with some lapses of time): 

1) “Masquerade I” 2) “Masquerade 2″ 3) “Silver Spoon” 4) “Feel the Rain”  5) “Masquerade III”

And without further ado, here is the diagram of relationships I tried to make artistically...but it may be just as confusing x_x merp. Sorry, hope my handwriting is legible too lol

HOPE IT HELPS <3 

[kookiesnjimjams]

Moodboard | Part 1 | Next 

Author’s Note: And so we begin! I’m trying a slightly different format this time but I’m not 100% set on it so tell me if you prefer this way or the way it looked before~ And as always my ask is always open

Masquerade: In a world where everyone has a soulmate but it’s rare to actually find them, it’s considered a particularly amazing thing when you are one of the few true pairs. But what if you hate the person you’re supposedly meant for?

Jimin and Jungkook have known each other since childhood, but after Jungkook beat Jimin out for the last spot in the dance program of an incredibly prestigious art school despite Jimin being older and (he maintains) the stronger dancer of the two, they have had nothing but intense rivalry and dislike for one another.

Years later, when the two meet at a masquerade in Seoul, sparks of another kind ignite between them and they know that they’re meant to be. Problem is, they have no idea who each other are.

Will the two of them manage to follow the signs and overcome their differences to become what they’re meant to become? Or will their past rivalries stand in the way of their budding love?

[restlessmaknae]

chasing love (chasing you)

All it takes is one masquerade, one dance and one lost high heel, and Kim Byeongkwan already finds himself chasing after you, but life always seems to get in the way.

➳ Characters: choreographer!Byeongkwan x contemporary dancer!reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, comedy, modern cinderella au (yeah, has the ‘another cinderella story’ movie vibes, too)

➳ Words: 8.2k

➳ A/N: Dedicated to @dat-town​ 💖 I can’t believe you guessed the song based on just one hint, but I hope that the story itself will have some surprises for you nevertheless. *-* Wishing you the best birthday ever, and here’s to many more fun roleplay games, kdrama nights, intellectual (or not so intellectual) conversations, dissing and cooking sessions! Hope you can achieve everything you wish to achieve in this year! Love you so much that my love wouldn’t fit into potato boy’s pocket! 💖💖💖

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“Dude, we HAVE to go!”

Kang Yuchan’s excitement can be heard in his voice, seen on his face and read from his body language. He is the human embodiment of joy, but his best friend... Not so much. He doesn’t really appreciate his words, instead, he raises an eyebrow.

“There are so many places I would rather be than a masquerade, thank you so much,” says Kim Byeongkwan, also known as Jason, a bit edgy. His friend either doesn’t notice or doesn’t want to acknowledge Byeongkwan’s frustration.

“But you can meet cute girls, and you can also dance! How fun is that?”

“Do I have to remind you that I’m at the arts academy in the first place because I don’t have the inspiration to dance anymore? Why would I go to a party of all places?” Byeongkwan asks, very much annoyed, reminding his best friend why he’s actually studying at the same arts academy as him.

Here’s the thing: Kim Byeongkwan is a famous dancer and choreographer known by his stage name Jason. He started at 5, made it big at 15, barely finished high school afterwards, but still, he worked with and worked for big names, and he thought that his life was all set. He was doing well, he was good at what he was doing, and he was known for his talent. He didn’t get stuck at the underappreciated level, he made it big as he was making choreographies for kpop bands and soloists, and he was dancing in CFs and other promotional films for big companies like Samsung, Hyundai and Lotte.

Yet, ever since his mother died, he didn’t find his great escape in dancing. It was as if even the one thing that always provided solace for him seemed distant, almost uncomfortable. Thus, since his whole life revolved around dancing and dancing only, he really didn’t know what else to do. He felt lost and helpless, he even contemplated giving up altogether. That was until Yuchan suggested checking out the arts academy he also attended as an acting major. Byeongkwan’s agency gave in, telling him to try and find inspiration from other students and the classes he would attend there and in exchange for attending any class of his choice and not having any special application to enter, his agency would hold a talent show at the end of the semester for the students of the academy, granting two winners (one in singing and one in dancing) a place at the company and a deal for two years.

So far, the only thing that came out of this whole thing was the ruckus with him being a student with others and girls swooning over him and trying to get his number. Sure, it was cool that he made choreographies for BTS and EXO as well, but he didn’t think that so many girls would be following his every step as if he was the celebrity himself. It was surreal, he didn’t know what to do with this sudden attention.

So nope, he definitely doesn’t feel like going to a party where he can meet those so-called cute girls even though the arts academy is huge, so he’s sure that there are nice girls out there. He merely wasn’t so lucky so far.

“But dude, you might find your muse there,” Yuchan keeps on going with his prompting agenda, a grin on full display, and Byeongkwan is sure that his friend would make a great salesman. Not that acting doesn’t suit him, but he’s sure someone who can be fully convincing if he wants to. “Besides, you can wear a costume and a mask, chances are people won’t even recognize you. I can also help you dye your hair if you want to,” he suggests casually, shrugging his shoulders as if it would mean nothing to him, and it would be an everyday thing to dye his bro’s hair (hint: it’s not).

Byeongkwan rolls his eyes, not very fond of the idea of attending a party organised by the arts academy even though his friend is right; it would be a masquerade, so less chances for having crazy fangirls around.

But still, is this really where his life is going?

“Girl, we HAVE to go!”

Your best friend’s - Jinhee’s - whining doesn’t help the state of your heart, not when your hopes of going to the masquerade have been crushed. Her all too enthusiastic self only makes things worse.

“But I’ve told you, my aunt gave me so many chores, it’s impossible that I’ll finish in time. Plus, since my cousins are going to the party, it would be suspicious if I also left the house,” you point out, your reasoning shaking her a bit. You know your cousins will go and your aunt will attend a wedding, but she will be back by midnight because she needs her “8 hours of beauty sleep”, and you have to be ready with all the chores by that time. So basically, it’s a mission impossible to finish in time and to go to the masquerade tomorrow at the same time which leaves you with no choice but to leave your best friend hanging.

“But I’ve already made our clothes, and you’ve wanted to go so bad!”

This is what hurts the most; that the few things you would want to have in life are things that you can’t have because you’re still stuck with your aunt - the one who became your legal guardian when your mother died - and your evil cousins. Always having to run errands for them and taking care of all the household chores instead of them doesn’t leave you with too much time to earn money to be able to afford moving. So you’re stuck with them even though you’re already an adult, and the only reason you can attend the arts academy is because your cousins are there, so they can monitor you any time.

Needless to say, they got in because your aunt bribed the head of the academy, and you got in fair and square through an audition. You don’t know why your aunt thinks that they would make great singers because their voices are terrible, and their performance tests are always rather poor, but maybe it’s for the prestige; so that they can say they attend the famous Bang Arts Academy, previously a home to some pretty big names in the entertainment industry.

“Maybe next time.” You just shrug your shoulders, not wanting to break down in front of your best friend because it’s really not the end of the world that you can’t go. It’s just disappointing; having to say no to something you would really want to experience for yourself.

So you just sit in silence for some excruciatingly long moments, your best friend mopping over the missed opportunity to see you in the dress she made (because she’s a fashion designer, and a really good one on top of that), and to get to know that you can’t make it only a day before the big event. That’s life though, it’s really not sunshine and rainbows for you, but you’re over the point of crying over every single thing that goes wrong.

Jinhee then clicks her fingers and turns to you with her whole body. You can already tell that she has something in mind because that determined look on her face is there whenever she gets hit by inspiration for a new design or she connects the dots while reading some stories.

“Wait a minute! I might know someone who can help,” she remarks rather confidently, and violently starts typing on her phone. If it weren’t for the circumstances, you would think that she’s angry, and that’s why she’s typing so aggressively, but it warms your heart that she tries so hard to make it work.

A few seconds pass by, and you can only hear her typing before she looks up at you, all smiley.

“It’s settled. You’re coming. We’ll be back by midnight, and your aunt wouldn’t know a single thing!”

“How?” You can’t help but furrow your eyebrows in question. You’re eternally grateful for your best friend’s help, but how can she make this work? Does she know a cleaning company?

“I have my connections,” she reassures you, adding a cheeky wink to her words, and you know better than to question her. Once Jinhee puts her mind to something, she pushes through with it, so whatever that connection is, you know you can be there at the party tomorrow.

It turns out that Jinhee’s brother’s girlfriend’s cousin has a cleaning company, and they were persuaded to help you out on the day of the masquerade, and since Jinhee says they are very efficient, you believe her that they will finish in time while you can still attend the masquerade. Which is just great! You were so ready to give up on this party, but now you have every reason to be happy because the dress your best friend made is beautiful and elegant, yet it’s comfortable enough not to feel like a fish out of water, and you can spend this time with your best friend. Finally, a night you can enjoy without having to worry about having more to-dos with each passing hour, and without having to run away from your evil cousins because it’s a masquerade, so you have your pretty dress, a mask that covers your whole face and a very nice hairstyle, and your cousins probably won’t be able to recognize you.

Jinhee is bubbly, too, chatting away her excitement, and telling you about the special technique she used for the skirt part of her own dress while you two are standing by the food stall, sipping on your fruit punches. Maybe some people need alcohol to feel good, but you two are the complete opposite: you feel better without alcohol because you’re both lightweights, not to mention that Jinhee’s stomach can’t handle alcohol, so basically, she never drinks it.

You listen to her chattering with a fond smile, so thankful that you can be here because of her assistance, and it seems like such a perfect moment that you wish to capture it and store it in your heart.

That is until someone spills his drink on your best friend’s dress.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so, so, so very sorry! Are you okay?” The stranger dressed as Cupid asks your best friend who’s fuming, but it’s nowhere near as bad as it could be.

“Yeah, sure. Just be sure to be more careful next time!” She reprimands the guy whose eyes widen in fear, and even though you can’t see his face because of the mask, you’re sure his facial expressions would be equally as scared as his eyes. “I’ll go and try to clean it,” Jinhee adds as she looks at you, and you give a brief nod.

So she leaves for the bathroom, and you would think that the Cupid guy would evaporate, but he actually starts following her, asking if she’s really okay, and if he can do anything to help her. No matter how much Jinhee tries to wave him off, he keeps trailing behind her, and you shake your head with a smile, amused at the sight.

As you look back, you realise that just like your best friend left you, the Cupid guy left his (probably) friend too by the food stall, awkwardly standing there with his glass of (probably) fruit juice.

“I’m actually not surprised he did that. He’s just so clumsy,” he speaks up unashamedly, and his words seem more like a friendly call-out than anything else, but still, you let out a little giggle.

“And he seems adamant, too.”

“He is. God, he is!” The guy who’s dressed as a goblin agrees, and he joins you in laughter. His laughter is a soft and carefree one, and you find it a nice sound, especially in the hustle-bustle of the party and the all too loud background music. “He really wanted me to come, and even offered to dye my hair.”

“Maybe he just wanted to spend time with you. My best friend was the same. She even made this dress for me, so that I would have one more reason to come,” you tell him with a smile, and maybe it’s because of the masks and the fact that you can’t tell fully how he’s reacting, but you find it easy to talk to him, and to tell him such things.

“It’s cool that you have a tailor-made costume. We basically got ours at a second-hand shop because my best friend isn’t the man of deadlines, and I’ve given in to come only yesterday,” he lets you know, and you can feel his warmth despite the edge to his words, and you can tell that he’s not really angry at his friend. He seems used to that so-called best friend’s antics, too.

So you smile at him because you can imagine his friend being all over the place after witnessing for yourself how he could spill that drink over your best friend’s dress. You can’t tell how the goblin guy is feeling, but you don’t think it’s that awkward when silence falls over you. Or well, to be precise, momentary silence in your conversation, not complete silence because the DJ puts on another song, and it’s being played all too loud for your ears. But at least it’s a slower song, not one that you can imagine people twerking to.

Though you’re not too sure about that awkwardness when you’re literally pushed towards each other by a group of friends who come to the food stall to grab something to eat, and your face is inches away from his face. Despite not seeing his face, you can tell from the abyss in his eyes that he’s a warm-hearted person, and the way he takes a step back almost immediately makes you assume that he’s a considerate one, too.

“Do you want to dance?”

You find yourself saying, and you can see how his eyes widen. Sure, it might not be an everyday thing that a girl asks a guy to dance, but you’re a dance major (contemporary dance), and one of the reasons you wanted to come today was for the dance. Dancing without a routine or a fixed set of moves. Just dancing.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you clarify before he could think that you’re pushy, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s okay. Let’s dance!”

There’s something uncertain in his voice that makes you question whether he’s actually comfortable with the idea of dancing, but you would never make fun of him even if he was a terrible dancer. So you make your way to the dancefloor, stepping closer to him (this time on purpose), and putting your hands on his shoulders while he’s placing his hands on your hips. His touch is gentle yet firm, and once you start moving, you can tell he’s not anyone new to dancing.

The way your moves follow each other without even discussing anything seems like a well-structured routine though. It’s as if your bodies are connected, and you can feel how the other will move, and you react to it almost immediately. It’s pleasant this way, and once you’re confident enough about his skills, you dare to lean on him more, and use his strength to keep you steady. He sure is a dancer, you notice quite quickly, but you can’t tell what kind of a dancer. His moves are not ones of a ballerino or a contemporary dancer like yourself, but they aren’t entirely loose either.

No matter what the case might be, it’s nice dancing with him, you feel almost weightless, and while trust is a big thing when you dance with someone else, it’s not even a question that you trust him and he trusts you back. You both dance to the soft and slow melody of the song as if it was something you actually practiced, and you don’t even notice that you’ve been dancing for some time when a more upbeat song comes on, and you’re brought back to reality.

Your steps become uncertain, and soon enough, he halts his steps as well, so you look at each other and head back to the food stall without a word where your friends are already talking, and once you arrive, they can’t stop gushing about how you two were such perfect dance partners. Your friends continue to chat most of the time, but you also get to speak up sometimes, and you get to know that the guy is taking mostly hip-hop classes while the Cupid guy is an acting major. The latter can’t stop telling funny stories, and you laugh and smile a lot beside them, enjoying yourself in their company until the clock strikes midnight.

“Oh my gosh, I need to go!” You exclaim frantically as you grab your best friend’s arm.

“Oh my gosh, we need to go!” Jinhee repeats after you, and without further ado, you two leave the two boys behind as if your life depended on it (maybe it did), and you’re already in your best friend’s car, heading towards your aunt’s house when you realise that you didn’t even ask for the Goblin guy’s name, and in that big hurry of yours, you accidentally leave one of your high heels behind.

Thankfully, that’s the worst thing that happens that night since you just manage to arrive before your aunt does, and you hop into bed, pretending to sleep while your aunt is going around the (hopefully) clean house. Seeing the way she doesn’t start yelling at you to clean up again, Jinhee’s brother’s girlfriend’s cousin’s cleaning company probably did a very good job, so you’re relieved, falling into a dreamy dream about that goblin guy and the way he held you in his arms so securely.

Byeongkwan is confused. Big time. Yuchan is confused, too. Big time.

All they know is that they danced and had fun with two lovely girls, and all they have is the picture of their costumes in their heads and Byeongkwan’s mysterious girl’s high heel. That’s it. No name or department or whatsoever because even though they shared the same about themselves, the girls didn’t mention such things. In short: they are doomed. In more detail: they are very hopeless, very clueless and very much doomed.

Even though Byeongkwan would be ready to give up because what are the chances of meeting you again, Yuchan isn’t the same. He keeps on talking about his mysterious girl from the night, and how much he felt the vibe, and how much he wishes he said or asked anything that would help find her, but they didn’t get into small talks about who they were or what they did at the academy, they talked about more fun stuff, and well, now that’s a big problem. How are you just supposed to search for someone who lost their shoe? Sure, they could print out leaflets or maybe even use the speakers from the administration office, but wouldn’t that be weird?

“Dude, just ask girls to dance with you! Who cares if they get to know that they danced with Jason? I’m pretty sure they would be happy,” Yuchan suggests one afternoon after all their brancells were fixated on finding a way to find their mysterious girls from the night. Not that the girls could find them either. They didn’t even have a lost shoe to begin with, and they didn’t even seem to search for one.

“I don’t want the unwanted attention. I might make her uncomfortable, and she might feel scared showing up to me if she knows that the whole academy would know that we were the ones dancing together,” Byeongkwan reasons, letting out a heavy sigh afterwards.

Gosh, he knew he shouldn’t have signed up for that masquerade, but the truth is… He doesn’t mind the fact that night happened because you awakened something in him. You made him remember why he started dancing, and with you, he didn’t worry about messing up, and he didn’t feel like he couldn’t dance either. He just did, and concentrated on you and you only, and it was just something truly magical. For that reason, he definitely doesn’t mind going, but now for not knowing how to meet up with you again, he sure does.

Yuchan shakes his head, then aggressively starts sipping from his banana milk. He nearly chokes on it in the next second, and even though his best friend is ready to pat his back, Yuchan holds his hands up high, stopping him.

“I’ve got an idea!”

“That made you choke already, starts good,” Byeongkwan hums, not too impressed, but as pumped up as his friend is whenever he’s hit by something, he doesn’t care about his slightly savage response.

“Attend different classes to find her! I mean, you can do so, you have the right because you’re here to find inspiration, and we could both see that she’s no ordinary girl, she’s actually a dancer. Also, you’ve said that if your hunch is right, she’s probably more on the elegant side, so maybe try visiting ballet lessons first? Then, you can go onto others. I mean, you’re the dancer, you know this better than me,” he runs his mouth excitedly, his eyes wide in enthusiasm. He keeps on his hopeful smile, and this time, Byeongkwan doesn’t tell him to shut up. Instead, he bites down on his lower lip.

“You do have a point, but that might take a while.”

“Well, worst things worse, maybe she will show up at the talent show, but that’s at the end of the semester, so still two months from now on,” Yuchan points out, shrugging his shoulders a bit sulkily because he doesn’t want to admit that Byeongkwan is right, and his plan might take some time to actually work out, but who knows? It still might bring her mysterious girl back to him.

“Oh, and wait! Your mysterious girl made the costume for my mysterious girl, so she might do something like that at uni, too!” Byeongkwan mentions as he tries to remember the details from that night, but instead of a content grin, he only gets a nudge in his side.

“Why are you telling me this only now? Are you really my best friend?” The other boy huffs, clearly hurt. “I could have already started looking for that girl! Gosh, I gotta go and use all my connections to find her now that I know she might be… uhm… maybe in the design department?” Yuchan already starts standing up from the desk, but falters when he tries to connect the dots. He’s like that meme in which one guy tells the other that he didn’t connect shit. Maybe she just likes making dresses in her free time.

Anyways, both Yuchan and Byeongkwan start looking for their mysterious girls afterwards, and as much as it’s tiring, it actually gives Byeongkwan a sense of adrenaline. He was so hopeless, just wandering in the big world of his dreams and crushed hopes after his mother died, but now he has a reason to look forward to each and every day, and no matter how silly that reason is, he’s actually curious who you are, what kind of dance you do, why you like dancing… And he could go on and on, but one thing is for sure: no matter with whom he dances in the next weeks, it wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t you.

He’s not ready to give up, but he loses more and more hope as time goes by, and Yuchan’s search doesn’t seem fruitful either even though he tries to contact everyone on SNS who might be under the design department. As for Byeongkwan, after ballet classes, he goes onto jazz and ballroom dance classes, and he tries his best not to look weird trying to fit in yet still trying to check out how girls around him dance, but it’s a bit ridiculous still.

So next up, a contemporary class it is, and even though it’s another one that’s very different from his hip-hop background and sexier choreographies, he sees the beauty in it, and he sees the beauty and familiarity in your movements which makes him feel like a fire has ignited inside of him. He knows that it’s you, it has to be you, but he doesn’t want to jump at you in the middle of the class or stare at you inappropriately, so he waits until the end of the class to go up to you.

While you’re taking sips from your water bottle, he gathers the courage to actually turn to you and speak up:

“Can I dance with you?”

At the sight of your widened eyes, he realises how stupid and ridiculous it sounds coming from him - Jason -, a mere intruder at your usual contemporary dance class, but the words have already slipped from his mouth, so what can he do?

“Why?” You furrow your eyebrow in question, putting the lid back on your water bottle and putting it back into your bag. You seem nonchalant, almost neutral, but there’s no judgement in your eyes that would keep him back from asking the question.

Though when it comes to the actual execution, he finds himself stumbling upon his words and blurting out something along the lines:

“Well, why not?”

Now, you definitely narrow your eyes, alarmed, checking him out - probably to test his intentions -, and he swears there’s no inappropriate intention behind his question, he’s just not very experienced talking to girls who have bewitched him with their dance. Read: it has never happened before, so he has no clue what to do, and the way you’re ready to leave, not impressed by his question, he knows he has messed it up.

In sheer panic, the right words finally come out:

“It’s you, isn’t it? The girl from the masquerade,” he says a bit tentatively, but his question is enough for you to turn on your heels and face him. Luckily, the others have already left the practice room, so there are no witnesses to his attempt to get the truth out of you, but it doesn’t mean that there’s no burden on his shoulders.

You let out a sigh, confused, but you stay in one place, not intending to leave again.

“There were a lot of girls at the masquerade,” you point out very much reasonably, and even though you don’t seem like you would run away like that night, Byeongkwan has this immense urge in him to drop his confession onto you, so he does exactly the same.

“But not everyone danced like you; as if they didn’t have anything more to lose, and they were so passionate that it was eye-catching. I was speechless, and dancing with you to that slow song made me realise yet again why dancing is something I enjoy doing,” he says in one-go, but seeing how you’re still not convinced, he adds that he was dressed as a goblin and his friend was dressed as Cupid, and now, he can see the twinkles in your eyes.

There are so many emotions going through his body at the sight of your realisation, and the way you’re speechless for a moment that it makes him wonder whether you have good memories of that night, or you’re just not sure how to reject him. Because dancing and talking one night doesn’t mean that you should feel obligated to continue getting to know you, and if you didn’t want to do so, he would respect your decision for sure.

The seconds that pass by seem excruciating, and it doesn’t help either that your facial expression is literally frozen, so he begins preparing himself for the worst. Thankfully, your features soften as you speak up.

“Dance is the great escape from my life ever since my mom died,” you confess bitterly, and when he catches your eyes, he can see the same kind of burning passion as he used to have. You’re desperate to hold onto something, you want something to keep you grounded and sane, and it’s dancing for you. He should have known since there are great dancers who use their bodies to dance, but there are exceptional dancers who use their heart and soul to dance. You, without a doubt, belong to the latter category.

Maybe it’s the mutual understanding or the bittersweet atmosphere covering both of you, but he finds himself opening up, something that was never easy for him, especially since he lost a loved one.

“I thought the same until my mom died. Then, I didn’t know how to dance anymore. I didn’t feel like dancing. I was lost…” Byeongkwan breathes the words out, melancholic. You give him a weak smile, one that prompts him to go on, and he’s eternally grateful for your trust; that you trust him even after just one encounter. Or maybe it’s the way your bodies and hearts connected that night that you feel so at ease beside each other.

“I was so afraid of losing everything so suddenly that’s precious to me that I couldn’t do what I loved the most. It was as if my fears had become reality, and I proved my own point, but it was a vicious cycle. I made myself believe that I was no longer able to dance well, and so I wasn’t.”

The words that were so difficult to say out loud seem almost weightless now, and as he tells you more and more, he realises how much this confession shouldn’t have been weighing down on him. Instead, he should have just said them out loud, screamed into the void. Yuchan was understanding, of course, but it wasn’t the same with him as it is with you; talking about dancing with someone who cherishes dancing as much as he does.

You, on the other hand, seem to understand him even without more details, and the empathy in your eyes makes his heart flutter. Is it really possible to feel this way when it’s the first time he met you personally? To be precise, he met you face-to-face. Sure, he doesn’t have anything against being behind a mask because dancing with you and talking with you in your costumes was enough for him to be interested in you, but now that he sees every twitch of your lips, every freckle dotting your pale skin, every shade in your dark orbs, every emotion being mirrored in your body language, it’s different. More personal. Better.

“That must have been hard. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t been able to dance,” you admit after a few seconds of silence, and your sincerity tugs on his heartstrings. He might not have thought how similar you two are on the dancefloor, but he feels strangely understood by an almost stranger.

“I didn’t either. Not until I met you.”

The words are out before Byeongkwan could think twice about them, and as much as he’s honest, he also thinks that he’s a fool because he may seem pushy or cringey or outright rude, and he would never want to make you feel this way. Instead of panic or doubt though, all he can see is that you’re clearly touched, but the moment just has to be interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. Even Byeongkwan can hear how the woman on the other side of the phone yells at you:

“Where the hell are you? I’ve told you we have an important guest coming over. I can’t blow my chances with him, or else, I might go down the drain of underappreciated models even at the age of 45!”

The boy is confused big time (Who’s that woman? Is she really a model? Why is she using such a language towards you?), but you don’t even flinch, and that surprises and saddens him at the same time. When you hung up and put your phone back into your pocket, he’s not taken aback that you announce:

“I gotta go.”

“But...” He wants to hold you up, saying that he doesn’t even know your name or any other contact information of yours, but before the words could roll off his tongue, you’re already out of sight.

Dear gosh, it really feels like chasing after you, but now, he has one more clue, and he can come back to this class next week, no need to worry about attending any other class to run into you. Or well, to purposely run into you again.

You definitely don’t expect the goblin guy to reveal himself as Jason, the famous dancer and choreographer, who caused quite a ruckus when it turned out that he would come here to attend some classes. People were wondering about the intention behind his sudden presence at an arts academy when he already made it big, and girls were swooning over how cool and handsome he was from up-close. Which isn’t far from the truth, you have to admit, but you just can’t believe it.

Sure, you know who he is even if you two don’t do the same kind of dance, and you’ve also heard about him attending Bang Arts Academy, even more so because you are planning to take part in that competition his agency holds at the end of the semester in hopes of getting away from your evil cousins and your evil aunt. If you manage to win in the dance category, you’ll be given a two-year deal and also a dormitory, so no need to wipe floors for the rest of your life and worry about the nonexistent time you could have to yourself to actually make money.

But still… what were the chances of meeting Kim Byeongkwan through the masquerade and having him confess to you that you made him feel something that he has thought he has lost? You feel sorry for him, of course you do, you can’t even imagine how devastating it must have been for him to lose his mother recently because you were fairly young when you lost yours. On the other hand, you can’t imagine that you, a mere dancer, can make him want to dance again. That’s both fluttering and scary at the same time. You don’t want to disappoint him again if you manage to dance together in the future.

Though it seems like life is just not on your side because the class he attended with you wasn’t a weekly one, it was just a workshop, so a one-time thing, and even if he would come back to the same practice room at the same time, he wouldn’t find you there because you have your usual class at a different practice room. So again, no way of contacting each other, and despite the fact that at least you know who he is (unlike him), you can’t just DM him on social media, saying that you wouldn’t mind getting to know him better, and go around searching for Kim Byeongkwan when he’s known for not attending regular classes.

So you would be doomed yet again if it weren’t for your friends who actually manage to connect the dots and make things work. Yuchan - the Cupid guy - finds your best friend on social media thanks to Byeongkwan telling him that Jinhee must be under the design department, and Jinhee responds all too enthusiastically that they should meet. When they meet, they realise that you and Byeongkwan still haven't contacted each other, so they set up a meeting, and that’s how the four of you end up around a bench on campus.

“I’m telling you, Byeongkwan is seriously the worst at these kinds of things, so don’t worry if he’s not the man of words. He tries to say what’s on his mind, but his words come out pretty savage, so it feels like being reprimanded by your mother whenever he tries to compliment you,” Yuchan blabbers as if you were lifelong friends, and while Jinhee lets out a laughter, you only smile to yourself, exchanging a glance with the said boy who feels just a tiny bit uncomfortable.

“He didn’t seem to struggle with his words around me,” you mention casually, and even if it’s meant to save him from further embarrassment, Yuchan doesn’t want to change the topic. Instead, he becomes a full-on touched, surprised and proud best friend.

“Oh my gosh, dude! That’s great! You can finally open up to people! Even though I could feel hurt by it since you don’t like to open up to me, I’m just so proud of you for overcoming-”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Byeongkwan shuts him up by covering his friend’s mouth with his hands, and even though Yuchan keeps on talking, he doesn’t let go of him until he decides to be quiet for a moment.

You giggle at the sight, finding the two friends’ bickering funny, and the atmosphere is light and cosy, so you really feel as if you’ve known each other for years. Maybe that’s why Jinhee is prompted to let her mouth loose.

“Y/n was the same. She’s usually not one to talk about boys, but she kept wondering who this goblin guy might be, and it was just sooooo cute,” your best friend coos, and never have you felt so attacked in your life. Jinhee really did decide to throw you under the bus in front of Kim Byeongkwan, huh?

“Cuuuute,” Yuchan remarks all too enthusiastically, and you don’t dare to turn your head towards Byeongkwan for a few seconds, but instead of surprise or shame, he’s actually more amused by what he has heard. Which is fine, if you think about it, since you already know that he felt the same way about your dance from the masquerade.

“Well then, don’t get me started on Jinhee…”

“Oh, no, no! I know something better! Cookies anyone?” Jinhee tries to save herself the moment you try to tell the guys the truth about how she has been thinking of setting up a search to find her mysterious Cupid guy. A literal, physical search with leaflets and all that.

“Come on! I want to hear it!”

“Eat your cookies instead!” Your best friend retorts when Yuchan gets whiny, and shoves a piece of chocolate chip cookie into the boy’s mouth whose mood is immediately lifted. You exchange a glance with Byeongkwan, breaking into a smile when you meet each others’ eyes, and it’s so easy to forget about the fact that you have duties and classes and Byeongkwan also has a meeting with his agency that you feel weightless, happy and carefree, something that you haven’t felt for a long time.

All thanks to him.

The thing is, Kim Byeongkwan is a great guy, which makes it hard not to fall for him.

You have never really let yourself develop feelings for boys before because you know how complicated your life is, and you don’t want someone else to worry about your cousins or aunt. It’s enough that Jinhee is usually worried sick when you don’t reach out to her out of the blue while it’s really just you having to fulfill yet another long list of household chores, or when you get humiliated by your cousins for no absolute reason. It’s like she’s upset for the two of you because you’ve already gotten too used to how things are. Not to mention that you barely have time to yourself, so how could you go on dates with guys?

However, even though things are the same, Byeongkwan makes it work. Since he doesn’t have a fixed schedule at the academy and his career has been put on hold due to his lack of inspiration, he can work around your classes (because he doesn’t want to be a creep and attend every class of yours) and duties at home which just makes it easy and comfortable to spend time with him, and to look forward to each and every day, wondering what you might get to know about him that day.

He’s funny, and sometimes he doesn’t even try to, it’s just in the way he reacts so expressively. He’s considerate, always making sure that you feel comfortable beside him, and he’s looking for ways to make things easier for you even if it’s just by buying you your favourite brand of iced coffee or sending you an encouraging song when he knows you most need it. He’s playful, adamant in the smallest of things and teasing you when you least expect him to, but you enjoy it, the way he’s a bit unpredictable. And he’s a great dancer, so you find it difficult to believe that he has actually lost all inspiration some time ago (though you can understand him) because now, when’s dancing with you… He’s a piece of art. His moves are fluid, his body is a continuation of a story he tries to convey, and his heartbeat is the same as the rhythm of the song played in the background, the two matching each other like ad-libs to the main vocal line in a ballad.

Coming from two very different backgrounds when it comes to dance, you learn a lot from him and vice versa. You learn how to loosen up a bit more and find beauty in the quicker, more complex moves while you teach him how to appear a bit more stiff and make longer movements seem smoother and more natural. While hip-hop and contemporary dance aren’t complete opposites, it’s still a lot of fun and quite a challenge to dive yourself into even just the basics of the other’s dance style. You laugh a lot nevertheless, and slowly but surely, you can feel yourself falling for him: for his windshield laughter, for his gentle actions, for his mahogany orbs, for his little teasing remarks and for the way he holds you so securely when you are dancing together. Sure, it helps that your best friends become a couple in the meantime, but you also feel yourself getting closer and closer to him, you just don’t want to make a move, at least not until the day of the competition because you don’t want others to think that you were favoured. Even though Byeongkwan isn’t a part of the judges’ panel, you know how people are: always quick to jump to conclusions, to see more into things than they are.

So you prepare diligently, working on adjusting your choreography for the big day, and even though you get some tips from Byeongkwan himself, he doesn’t put the routine together for you, you do it for yourself. He’s more like a hype man, and it’s heartwarming how supportive he is, even on the day of the performance when he wishes you good luck before he gets lost in the mass of people including the contestants, the audience and the organisers. Jinhee and Yuchan cheer for you in the audience, and despite knowing that your aunt will be there because your cousins will compete, you’re not afraid to be up on the stage.

“Let us begin the big competition! Today, the judges will choose two winners: one in the dancing and one in the singing category. The two lucky contestants will have the chance to join Jason’s agency, sign a contract for two years and receive specialised training to make their hot debut happen. Lessons from professionals and a dorm room will be guaranteed. What more could you want? So let’s begin, shall we?”

The presenter’s, Park Junhee’s, voice is light and excited, but it can’t be compared to the excitement of the audience. Everyone is literally buzzing, and the more contestants show what they have, the more hyped up they are. Of course, there are some rather poor performances (yes, you mean your cousins’ performances), but overall, it turns out to be a fun night, and since you’re by the end, you have the time to get used to the atmosphere by the time you are called onto the stage.

“And now, competing in the dance category with a contemporary dance performance mixed with some hip-hop elements… please, welcome Y/N!” Park Junhee shouts into the mic beamingly, and he gives you an encouraging nod of his head when you run up to the stage and he goes back into the waiting area while you perform.

Truth to be told, your mind shuts off the outside noises when the performance begins, and you concentrate only on the beats of the song you have chosen. You become one with it, let it whisper to you, let it lead you, and you lose track of time and space while you’re presenting the well-practiced moves. Maybe you’re not perfect, but you don’t mind because you forget about who’s watching and what has led up to this moment as you stand there, and it’s such a deliberating feeling that it can’t be compared to anything else.

No wonder your performance comes to an end in no time, and the competition is reaching the final stages by the time you can wrap your head around the fact that you have just performed in front of thousands of people, and based on Jinhee’s and Byeongkwan’s excited messages, you did really well.

“And now, the time everyone has been waiting for…” Park Junhee riles up the audience as he jogs onto the stage with two envelopes in his hand. “The judges have made their decision, and even though everyone did well, there can be only one winner in each category, so let me announce them!”

They start with the singing category, announcing Sohn Jeonghyuck (also known by his stage name Demian) as the winner, and even though you have never heard of him before, his voice was so good, you were literally speechless while you were watching his performance, so you clap genuinely when he shyly gets the trophy from the grinning Junhee.

“Now, onto the winner of the dance category,” the young man continues as he opens the second envelope, and you can feel your heart beating twice as fast when you wait out those seconds that pass by. Even though the world wouldn’t end if you didn’t win, you wish that you could have a new chance in life, and this would be a good start. A really good one. It’s just that nothing has really worked out in your life before as you wanted, so you don’t dare to hope.

“Congratulations, Y/N! You’re the winner in the dance category!”

You are so dumbfounded by the news that you don’t even know what’s going on until Park Junhee comes to grab you by the arm and drags you onto the stage, giving you the trophy and asking you to give a speech. You just jumble out a few words that seem right, but you have no idea how collected they are because you’re just so happy, bathing in the newfound hope and joy, receiving congratulatory words and hugs from your best friend afterwards. It all feels too good, too much like a miracle.

“Aww, I’m so happy for you! You deserved it so much!” Jinhee says, half crying, and Yuchan has to give her a few tissues to dry her tears, but he also gives you his congratulations in the meantime.

Byeongkwan comes up to you a bit later, but you don’t mind because the moment he crushes you into a hug, nothing else matters. He has seen how hard you have worked to prepare for your performance, and he has listened to all your ramblings about how you wish your life could change for the better, and now… Maybe you can finally dare to hope for it to happen.

“Now you can’t run away from me because we’ll be at the same agency,” he remarks cheekily as you pull away from each other, and even though he’s just being playful, you know there’s truth to his words. You kept missing each other in the beginning, and it took you three encounters to actually get each other’s contacts, so you practically chased each other until you could start getting to know each other. But not anymore. Gosh, you’ll work under the same agency as Kim Byeongkwan himself!

“I don’t intend to run away,” you let him know with a smile, and he reciprocates it with his own proud, touched one.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

And you’re glad, too, for your life really takes a turn for the better afterwards. You move out of your aunt’s house to move into the dorms of the agency, and you can cut all ties with your aunt and your cousins (something that you should have done so a long time ago), pursuing your dream and going on all those dates you have missed out on with the boy who makes your heart flutter. So no matter how thorny the road was, you have your own happy ending with Kim Byeongkwan, and it’s really the best you could have wished for.

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BTS Bodyguard AUs

Anon request: Any bodyguard aus you recommend? 🥺

Doth mine eyes deceive me???? bodyguard???? um???? YES???? I…… may have gone overboard…. again….. Lmao Enjoy!~ and remember to give these writers lots of love!!!!

Note: I have not read a majority of these, so I’m super giddy to get into them!~ And as always, if you have a fic that you think should be added lmk and I’ll check it out! ^^

 

 

KIM NAMJOON.

 

23 by @yoongisbbydoll​

— Genre: angst

— Summary: It never occurred to Namjoon that he would lose such a big piece of himself to you. All those nights spent together, he never realized that he was slowly falling for you and everything you do. He only ever saw himself as a friend to you, someone who protected you at all costs, someone expendable. Namjoon had never even pondered the idea that you could feel the same. 

 

Because She (and You) Give Me None by @namjooniebjonesuniverse​

— Genre: angst, fluff, ongoing series

— Summary: Ever since he took the throne at the tender age of sixteen, King Kim Seokjin of the Tuhan Kingdoms is seeking to create peace between the Vampire and Shifter races, who have been at odds with each for a decade. In order to demonstrate to his people that said peace is possible, he hires a new security detail for himself and his younger brother. Both of them being Vampires. Crown Prince Kim Namjoon is absolutely thrilled with the idea…

 

Caged by @mrsmon​

— Genre: angst, fluff, complete series

— Summary: You didn’t turn around. You didn’t have to. In the last three months, you had grown so accustomed to his presence that you could tell when he was around by the way the air shifted and the world seemed to stop in its tracks for the fraction of a second, and with it your heart.

 

Impossible Ghosts by imlittleredbird & serClizia (AO3)

— Pairing: Namjoon x Seokjin

— Genre: fluff, smut, complete series

— Summary: Namjoon is the crown prince of South Korea and he has 99 problems, all of which are Kim Seokjin. Jin is the personal bodyguard of the prince and has 1 big problem: the way his ears turn red because of his crush - which happens to be the crown prince of South Korea.

 

Power by @ironicarmy​ (AO3 link)

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut

— Summary: You always go out of your way to remind Namjoon who’s boss. Until he snaps and you find out that he’s the one in charge.

 

Rotten by @1kook​

— Genre: fluff, smut

— Summary: How bold of him to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong, as if his presence alone doesn’t contribute to the distance your father places between the two of you.

 

 

KIM SEOKJIN.

 

About Time by @i-would-rather-be-queen​

— Genre: fluff

— Summary: You caught yourself staring at him again. Kim Seokjin.

 

Borders by @drquinzelharleen​

— Genre: angst, smut, discontinued series

— Summary: Jin has been a faithful and loyal bodyguard to your family for years, not that you’ve noticed. He’s the best at what he does, which is why he has been assigned to take care of you. Of course it’s hard when he’s so unlike anything you’ve ever been around.

 

Heaven's Light by pact (AO3)

— Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

— Genre: angst, series (on hiatus)

— Summary: Kim Seokjin has been raised and trained to serve whatever it is that pleases the clients of the establishment that took him in when nobody else would. But when he is brought up to the palace of The Majestic to be the pet of a prince who shows little concern to anyone who he deems inconvenient to him, Seokjin soon finds himself drowned in a series of manipulation, cruelty, sadism and the spoiled demeanor of a young man who holds the fate of his life between his fingers.

 

If I Kiss You, I Won't Be Able to Stop by @hoseoksyn​ (AO3)

— Genre: smut

— Summary: The mafia's daughter's crush on her bodyguard reaches breaking point.

 

Safe and Sound by bazooka (AO3)

— Pairing: Seokjin x Namjoon

— Genre: fluff, twoshot

— Summary: From a tumblr prompt: Jin is a prince, and Namjoon is his bodyguard.  "You're sort of bad at this." "Nah. You're safe, aren't you?"

 

The Bodyguard by @hollyxqx​

— Genre: smut

— Summary: Seokjin, hired to protect you by your wealthy father, can’t keep his hands off you after a night together. 

 

 

MIN YOONGI.

 

At Your Service by @magicalsalamander​

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut

— Summary: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his vicious guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you took ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?

 

Breaking Point by @i-would-rather-be-queen​

— Genre: fluff, 2shot

— Summary: Months went by with him at your side. He was diligent and always polite but kept a professional distance. It was hard to know what was going through his head. You supposed you didn’t mind. Maybe it was easier for him to do his job that way. But sometimes it irked you that as friendly as you tried to be, he always held a part of himself back.

 

Orbits by @galaxyseokjin

— Genre: angst, fluff

— Summary: Life in this sector of the galaxy had always been rough, always had been a fight to live. Life as a mercenary never one you thought you’d fall into. But here you were, earning a pretty penny now that you’d made a name for yourself. When you’d accepted the offer to be a body guard for the son of a politician, you expected the life of luxury. Easy days and nights with no worries. Unfortunately for you, Min Yoongi had no intention of falling into that plan.

 

화양연화 (The Most Beautiful Moment In Life) by sunshinejoon (AO3)

— Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin

— Genre: angst, fluff

— Summary: "With every empty office and every light left on -- it only means that people have left, y'know? They've left, just for a while, to be with their families." He falls silent, before picking back up again. "These people, they're with people they love. People they're trying to love. Or maybe they're all alone in their shitty apartments -- but they're someone to love too, are they not?"  Yoongi exhales, and Jimin thinks he feels it expand, curl against his insides.  "Maybe these lights like the night."

 

 

JUNG HOSEOK.

 

Guarded By @xjoonchildx​

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut, complete series

— Summary: You’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you.  now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

 

Nothing but the Rain by @i-would-rather-be-queen​

— Genre: fluff

— Summary: Most people didn’t know the real role Jung Hoseok played in your life. He was too loud, too impulsive to be seen for what he really was: your bodyguard. Granted, the man had a massive startle reflex so it was hard to imagine him being a dog in any kind of fight.

 

Protected by @jungk0oksthighs​

— Genre: angst, smut, infidelity warning

— Summary: He was your bodyguard, and he never left your side. As somewhat of a celebrity your brother hired a bodyguard to ensure your safety, but Hoseok was more like a friend than somebody who was paid to be around. It wasn’t always easy though, things became complicated when you started to catch feelings for a man who attended your brother’s masquerade ball with another woman.

 

 

PARK JIMIN.

 

Don’t Care If It Hurts by @hollyhomburg​

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut, complete series

— Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon, gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

 

I Blow up Buildings (but I’d Blow You) by sugaretreat (AO3)

— Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook

— Genre: fluff

— Summary: The AU where Yoongi has been receiving death threats from an enemy organisation known as Skeletal, and Jeon Jeongguk is the lucky bastard brought in to be his bodyguard. Yoongi tries to hate him. He really does.

 

Knight by junglec0re (AO3)

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut, twoshot

— Summary: In which Jimin is a Prince, and Yoongi is his personal bodyguard that would do anything for him.

 

Protegere by @taesbetch​

— Genre: angst, fluff, ongoing series

— Summary: In a land where the crown means everything, everything will be risked in order to protect it. when Y/ns older brother dies its time for her to claim the throne, however, she is seen as weak and an easy target to those lurking in the shadows. The park clan has been trained from birth to protect the throne and those on them, but the death of Y/ns Brother and other suspicious events seem to of happened coincidentally close. what happens is something no one is ready for.

 

Sunflower by @i-would-rather-be-queen​

— Genre: fluff

— Summary: Jimin was your favorite guard. So many of them were gruff and treated you as an inconvenience. A valuable inconvenience to be sure, but still not one with which they wanted to interact. It made sense you supposed. Emotions can cloud judgement and that’s the last thing a bodyguard needs. But from his first day assigned to you Jimin was different. He always made eye contact and smiled warmly. It was a welcome change from being seen as an object.

 

 

KIM TAEHYUNG.

 

An Ocean Heart by @always-in-an-alternate-universe

— Genre: ongoing series

— Summary: There was once a beautiful woman who was as strong as she was beautiful and as smart as she was strong. She had always been the radiant one in the room, who had a presence that was as deep and rich as the ocean’s depths. In that sense, an ocean was the perfect metaphor for her, because the further you looked into it, the less you saw. It’s hard to say whether or not she was born to be this way or eventually grew into it, after all, she was born into the largest South Korean mafia. 

 

The President’s Son by @jimlingss​

— Genre: fluff, complete series

— Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

 

 

JEON JUNGKOOK.

 

Angel With A Shotgun by @taegonia​

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut, ongoing series

— Summary: You knew that hiring Jungkook as your bodyguard would be a mistake and that it would lead to… unprofessional actions. 

 

Bodyguard by @minsugapie​

— Genre: fluff, complete series

— Summary: You didn’t want to have someone with you at all times, let alone some butch man you’d never met before. It just didn’t sound appealing to you in the slightest. Plus, how popular were you getting that a man had literally given up his life to serve yours? It wasn’t like you were the goddamn Queen of England.

 

Crown of Gold by @fairykooks​

— Genre: fluff

— Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the nation’s pride - kind, charismatic, honest, loving, courageous, beautiful. and in love. 

 

Heavens Will Burn by @gyuten​

— Genre: angst, fluff

— Summary: The truth is that love is only easy for the very lucky few. Jeon Jungkook is in love with someone, and she him. Their love should have come easy, if only life hadn’t given him the biggest misfortune of all: a curse to never be able to touch others without harming them. To Jungkook, his love becomes nothing but sweet pain.

 

I Found Peace (in your body’s skin) by Ahgamo (AO3)

— Pairing: Jungkook x Yoongi

— Genre: angst, ongoing series

— Summary: Prince Jeon Jungkook has been receiving death threats for a couple of months. They hire one Agent Kim (not Taehyung) to guarantee The Prince’s safety. When the assassin makes his first move, killing Agent Kim in the process, they hire one Min Yoongi to protect Korea’s Prince instead. Jungkook isn’t happy with his replacement.

 

My Terms by @nomnomsik​

— Genre: smut, yandere warning, ongoing series

— Summary: Relatively close in age and similar hidden personalities, an idol and bodyguard discuss secret terms unbeknownst to the company. What will come about them and what exactly did they discuss?

 

Now Breathe by @hereforaus​

— Genre: angst, smut, ongoing series

— Summary: People invading your personal space is one of the top most annoying thing to ever exist on earth and your overprotective politician mother hiring a personal bodyguard for you didn’t help at all.

 

Off Guard by @diortae​ (AO3 link)

— Genre: fluff, horny jk so

— Summary: bodyguard!jungkook and rich girl!y/n who has made it her mission to make the 25th bodyguard, jungkook’s life hell to make him quit but jungkook’s one tough cookie who’s always thinking one step ahead of her.

 

Only You by shellflower (AO3)

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut, ongoing series

— Summary: It didn't surprise you when you were chosen as one of the top 4 students at the Security Protection Program. It surprised you a little to learn that you would be assigned to one of the four Heirs to the throne. It surprised you a lot to learn that the prim and proper Princes were...not quite what you imagined. Despite this, you would do anything to protect them with your life. And you will.

 

Order by @rainwards​

— Genre: angst, twoshot

— Summary: In which you give Jungkook a very important order.

 

Protection by @koosgrl​

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut

— Summary: “you can’t protect me.” Being the heir of a mafia empire has its pros and cons, what you hated the most was the annoying body guards who were constantly glued to you. however, you always found a way to get rid of them, until you met jeon jungkook that is.  

 

Stubborn Love by @hoseoksyn​

— Genre: angst, smut, infidelity warning

— Summary: Love is not a choice, this much you knew. for a girl like you, neither was marriage. married off to a prince, you had the life most girls would dream of. but your dream didn’t end with prince charming. yours ended with your loyal bodyguard that you could never have.

— Mai’s Thots: READ THIS AND THEN CRY BC ANGST AND THEN CRY AGAIN BC SAM IS WRITING A SEQUEL

 

The Bodyguard by @letspurpletogether​

— Genre: angst, smut, ongoing series

— Summary: Your father is the Don, so you’ve pretty much had enemies your whole life. But when he fails to protect you like he should, you realize maybe it’s time for you to take the matters into your own hands and gather your own men. Perhaps, starting with that tattoed fellow over there with the bad attitude.

 

The Singing Guardian by @sugaabooga​

— Genre: fluff

— Summary: “A singer!” your five-year old self gleefully smiles at your teacher with your chubby hands clasped together in a dreamy-like way. Your teacher gives you a warm smile as she writes down ‘SINGER’ in big fat letters on your assignment sheet. “Well, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful singer. Contact me when you become famous!”

 

True Care by @joonsgalaxy​ (AO3 link)

— Genre: angst, fluff, smut, ongoing series

— Summary: your (endearingly) shy bodyguard—hired by your father—would do anything for you. even though you roll your eyes at his persistence and pretend there’s no need for him to follow you to every and any place you go, there might be many more hazards in your life than you let on. and you might end up needing him in more ways than you—or your father—would ever think.

 

Untitled by @an-exotic-writer​

— Genre: fluff

— Summary: The morning had been a bit too quiet for your liking and you can’t decide if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

 

 

OT7:

Sanctuary by @minniepetals​

— Genre: angst, fluff

— Summary: Sometimes home isn’t a specific destination, sometimes home is when you’re crying and they reach out to hold you in their arms despite the rules. sometimes home is what you call their arms, your sanctuary.

 

 

congrats. you made it to the end.