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writersrealmbts · 7 months ago
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Treasured Hoard: Part 6
Part 5
Description: Dragon Hoseok! You’re spelunking when you come across a dragon, and suddenly your life is a lot more complicated as he adds you to his hoard.
Posted: 04/20/2024
Tags: Dragon!Hoseok, Shapeshifter!Hosoek, Hoseok X Reader
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Hoseok was going to have a coronary.
You had ventured outside because it was a beautiful day and waiting for him to get home in the evening was making time pass so slowly that you decided to explore the area, just a tiny bit!
You were lost.
And quite possibly concussed.
This didn't look like your home cavern, but there were dragon tracks that looked like the right size for Hobi's.
And there was a dragon hiding in the shadows of the ceiling.
Could be Hobi pouting because you weren't home when he got back?
Continue Reading on Ao3...
Part 5 ~  Part 7
Masterlist ~ Hoseok Masterpost
Tagging: @alex-awesome-22 @missmoxxiesworld​  @bryvada​ @knjhe​  @i-dont-even-know-fck​ @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered
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btschooseafic · 1 year ago
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i’m so sorry to bother but i’m wondering if you or any of your followers can help me find a series fic? :( ot7 hybrid x reader and the first chapter is yn x hobi and he’s a stray cat/dog that she takes in at first and then when he becomes human its like instant smut, and then they meet jimin and yoongi who were together already, and then yn meets taehyung in dog form running away from a more dangerous dog but he’s also a rich model and sgsjsgsishuwsghs sorry :(
No need to apologize!
I’m not sure if I know this one but I’ll post to see if anyone else does!
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kingofbodyrolls · 1 year ago
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Learn to Love Again (m) | myg
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Summary: People always leave. They become beautiful stars shining bright in the night sky. When life hands you lemons, you’ve been told to make lemonade, but that is hard when your soul and heart is breaking apart. When you rescue a tiny cat and meet a handsome stranger in the cafe, you finally feel yourself healing – but when they too leave, how are you going to learn to love again?
Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, mainly called pet names so no ‘Y/N’).
AU + genres: Hybrid!au (shapeshifter!yoongi), strangers to lovers, slice of life, heavy angst, a lot of sadness and grief (I’m sorry!), dark vibes, smut and fluff and some humor sprinkled in there too. 
Rating: Mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.
Word count: 19,4K
Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸
Warnings (general) + triggers: Heavy angst, extreme heavy sadness and grief, death of minor characters, mention of previous character death (parents and siblings), mentions of su*cide, mention of m*rder, su*cidal thoughts. Mention of past car accident. Mention of past domestic abuse. Mirrors 👀👀
Warnings (explicit): unprotected sex (please stay safe!), choking, oral (female receiving), nipple and breasts play, one-time use of a degrading word (otherwise petname), hair pulling – I guess it’s pretty vanilla with a slight sprinkle of spice 🤭
Author’s note  (1): I know it sounds hella sad (and it is), but it is also very sweet and heartwarming too 💜 I wanted to venture into the darker stuff again, and embrace all the feelings and sadness that I felt a few weeks ago (I’m fine, well I’m getting through it at least). 
If you are triggered by any of the warnings, I suggest that you skip this. It’s not that explicit though, but the heavy subjects are still there and they feature in it a lot.
Also, the quote “people always leave” features a lot in this and I only now realize why I find it so familiar – it’s a famous quote from Peyton Sawyer from One Tree Hill.
Author's note  (2): It’s only partly edited, so I’m so sorry about any mistakes or weird wordings (English is also not my mother language). When I read it again, I felt sad and like the whole thing is crap (why do I also feel like this adgadfjkhs), BUT, I still like it, it’s a piece of my heart in there… I can’t just let it sit in my docs to collect dust. So – I’ll just post it early and never look at the thing again (expect for the cover, because damn I’m so happy with how that turned out 🥹).
Taglist: @keshiadeija @viankiss @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad If you prefer to read on AO3 you can also find it there 🙂
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The heavens are weeping again, unleashing a torrential downpour that drums heavy on the windows. Just like the heavy beating of your heart and the tears that just won’t stop falling down your cheeks.
For days now, the world has languished in this disquiet, a foreboding atmosphere that has draped itself over every moment, casting a shadow even before the haunting ring of the call that echoed through the silence.
A searing, heart-wrenching call that etched itself into the fabric of your existence, standing out as one of the most agonizing moments life has ever dared to deliver.
Caught off guard by the unexpected twist of fate, it blindsided you, sending shockwaves through your core and leaving you utterly rattled, as if the very ground beneath your feet had shifted without warning.
Your conviction in her well-being crumbled as swiftly as a sandcastle against the tide.
In your last encounter, she radiated joy—her infectious happiness casting a brilliant glow over her words as she spoke about her new job, her blossoming romance, and her boundless love for life.
A tear, heavy with the weight of the contrast between then and now, traces a lonely path down your cheek.
The echo of her laughter, the sparkle in her eyes, and the unbridled excitement that made her hands tremble with anticipation haunted your memories. 
It's a heart-wrenching juxtaposition between the happiness she projected and the sorrow now etched into the fabric of your own emotions.
She wasn't just a friend; she was your confidante, a steadfast companion through the labyrinth of years and experiences. Your best friend.
In the tapestry of your friendship, she emerged as the resplendent thread, the one who consistently outshone the rest. 
Even on her darkest days, she radiated a brilliance that surpassed the ordinary, a celestial glow that left an indelible mark on your heart. To you, she wasn't just a friend; she was a luminous star, a breathtaking celestial entity whose untimely descent felt like a cosmic supernova, casting a blinding light that left everyone in its wake awestruck and forever changed.
Like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, the day she chose to end her own life blindsided everyone. 
The abruptness of her decision, the finality of calling it quits, left a haunting question echoing in the hollow chambers of your soul—why? 
The puzzle remains unsolved, the enigma of her despair a perplexing maze you can't navigate. Outwardly, her life seemed like a canvas painted in hues of contentment, yet the invisible struggles eluded comprehension. 
Despite the deep conversations that usually wove through the tapestry of your friendship, the darkness she harbored never surfaced in her words. Her choice to shroud her pain in silence remains an unfathomable mystery, a tragic paradox that still elicits a profound sense of bewilderment.
The haunting ‘what if’ lingers, an elusive specter of regret—what if she had shared her struggles with you? 
The possibility that your words could have been a lifeline is an uncharted sea of sorrow. The uncertainty, the unfulfilled potential for intervention, claws at your conscience like a relentless tempest.
In the wake of this unanswered plea for connection, tears cascade down your cheeks, each drop bearing the weight of unspoken conversations. The dampness on your collarbone, where your shirt clings uncomfortably, is a tangible reminder of the storm within. 
A mere few days have crawled by since that fateful call, the kind that alters the very fabric of reality. 
The echo of your friend's voice reverberates through your memory—a seismic revelation that shattered your world. As the words unfolded, you crumpled to the floor, the phone nearly slipping from your trembling grasp.
A gasp caught in your throat, a palpable surge of emotion crashing over you like a tidal wave.
In that harrowing moment, your heartbeat quickened, each thud resonating with the weight of sorrow and anger. The air itself seemed to constrict, tainted with the bitter aftertaste of an impending storm. The onslaught of emotions clawed at your chest, a tumultuous dance between sadness and anger, each one vying for dominance in the chaotic symphony of your soul.
Powerlessness wraps around you like a suffocating shroud, the absence of your brightest star leaving a void that seems insurmountable. 
In this moment of staggering loss, the future unfolds as a vast expanse of uncertainty. How do you navigate a world without the radiant glow she once brought to your existence?
Yet, as the weight of grief presses down, a resilient ember flickers within. Acknowledging the inexorable march of time, you realize that her memory, like a cherished constellation, will be a guiding light in the night sky of your life. 
In the tapestry of your emotions, she, alongside your parents, becomes one of the celestial beacons you look up to during moments of sorrow or when life's burdens become too overwhelming.
You step out onto the balcony, enveloped by the velvety embrace of the dark blue sky. 
The resplendent moon takes center stage, surrounded by a constellation of bright companions that twinkle in the vast expanse of the night. The beauty of the cosmos is a bittersweet solace, a celestial dance that captivates your gaze.
The night sky has always held a captivating allure for you, but in the wake of the profound loss of your parents, it transcends mere beauty. 
It becomes a sanctuary, a cosmic tapestry where memories linger among the stars. Each celestial beacon now carries the weight of cherished moments, transforming the night into a sacred canvas where the brilliance of your loved ones continues to shine, casting a radiant glow that lingers in the quiet moments of contemplation.
The subtle hum of your phone reverberates in your hand, a clandestine messenger that disrupts the tranquility of your thoughts, setting loose a cascade of emotions. 
The screen lights up with a message from a friend, its arrival like a seismic tremor in the landscape of your contemplations, shaking loose the delicate balance you've tried so desperately to maintain.
Yuna [20.31]: Iseul’s funeral is on Saturday. We’re all going. U coming?🌹
Dread settles in the pit of your stomach like a heavy anchor – the thought of attending the funeral feels like navigating a tempest of emotions you're not sure you're prepared to weather. 
The prospect of confronting tears, raw emotion, and the grieving presence of her family looms before you, casting a shadow over the already somber occasion. 
Yet, duty intertwines with reluctance; you were her best friend, after all. 
The expectation to pay your respects becomes an unspoken mandate, tugging at the seams of your resolve despite the storm of discomfort that brews within.
Tears have become an unwelcome torrent on your phone, transforming the smooth surface into a slippery terrain that complicates every attempt to type. 
The screen blurs beneath a watery veil, mirroring the tumultuous cascade in your own eyes. Distraction clings to each droplet, making it not only challenging to navigate the phone but also to see through the emotional downpour that clouds your vision.
But against the deluge of sorrow and the weight of grief, you summon the strength for a brief reply, a fragile lifeline tossed into the turbulent sea of emotions.
You [20.46]: Yes🌹
With a heavy sigh, you gently lay your phone face-down on the nightstand, as if shielding the illuminated screen from the weight of the world you've just momentarily set aside.
How do you navigate this desolate landscape that life has become? 
The void feels more palpable now, a haunting echo of emptiness that had lingered even before.
It's as if the very essence of existence has been drained away, leaving you grappling with the profound question: What is the point when the world around you continues to crumble, and people around you just keep dying?
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At Iseul's funeral, you navigated the somber scene alongside your friend group, bracing for the emotional maelstrom that awaited. 
The atmosphere unfolded exactly as you had anticipated — a tableau of tears, grief-stricken family members, and the embrace of mournful hugs. Conversations echoed with memories of Iseul's radiant spirit, each word a bittersweet tribute to the bright and bubbly soul that once graced your lives. 
Amidst the collective sorrow, the air hung heavy with the weight of loss, weaving a tapestry of emotions that spoke to the indelible impact Iseul had left behind.
It was agonizing, bidding farewell in the harsh reality of acceptance. The harsh truth of life unveiled itself – an unrelenting cycle of departures. 
Yet, amidst the crushing finality, you find solace in the enduring promise that even though everyone leaves, the stars above will forever bear witness to her presence, a cosmic constellation of memories that will continue to illuminate the canvas of your nights.
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Work persists in its mundane rhythm, the monotony punctuated only by the forced smiles you offer customers as you brew their coffee or recommend delectable treats in the cafe. 
For you, work has forever remained a sterile landscape, devoid of passion or purpose. The unfulfilled yearning for a meaningful career tugs at the edges of your consciousness, a persistent ache exacerbated by life's unrelenting cruelty—your unfinished degree in astrophysics stands as a testament to dreams deferred. Maybe you’ll go back to school – you don’t know.
Your thoughts are abruptly shattered by a brash intrusion, a man’s voice slicing through the ambient noise with an unwarranted familiarity. “Hi, pretty,” he drawls, snapping your attention to the present, “can I get a black coffee, a muffin, and your number, please?” 
The audacious request hangs in the air, leaving a charged pause that crackles with a blend of amusement and annoyance.
You stifle a silent scoff, a careful veil to conceal the simmering irritation within, though the indignation is palpable. 
This flirtatious interlude is far from novel—far from the first time someone has attempted to weave charm into the fabric of your workday. Yet, a discomforting truth lingers beneath your composed exterior: you disdain these unwarranted advances, a sentiment you've carried with you each time such encounters stain the ordinary canvas of your work.
Forcing a smile that feels more like a fragile mask, you locate a muffin, navigating the familiar routine with practiced efficiency. 
As you approach the coffee machine to craft the requested brew, you gather both items and, with a subtle sigh, slide them across the counter. 
Your words, delivered with a polite cadence, carry a hint of firmness as you say, “Here you go. Apologies, but my number isn't on the menu.”
Turning men down has become a skill honed through the crucible of experience, a necessity etched into the fabric of your being, especially after the wreckage of your last relationship. 
It wasn't just a breakup; it was a tempest that left you bruised, not only on the surface but also in the recesses of your soul. 
To declare a dread of relationships, despite the quiet longing that flickers deep within, would be an understatement—the mere thought evokes the echoes of a tumultuous past, a cautionary tale etched in both physical and emotional hues of black and blue.
Despite the man's disapproving frown, he begrudgingly parts with his payment, snatching his coffee and muffin.
As he vacates the space, you extend a tight-lipped greeting to the next customer, the forced smile a delicate masquerade concealing the intricacies of emotion churning beneath the surface.
Day after day unfolds in this relentless routine, a relentless loop where, despite the suffocating weight of depression, you muster the strength to haul yourself into work. 
The struggle is an unspoken battle, fought in the silent recesses of your soul, and each morning becomes a victory against the persistent darkness that threatens to engulf your spirit.
You maintain a lifeline to your friends, weaving a narrative of your somber mood and emotional tumult, acutely aware of the significance of vocalizing your feelings rather than succumbing to the perilous grip of silent suffering.
Recent conversations with your friends have taken an unexpected turn, steering into the realm of your dating life or, more accurately, its conspicuous absence. 
Their fervent advocacy for you to reenter the world of romance echoes in your ears, their well-intentioned pleas urging you to cross paths with someone great and amazing. 
However, you find yourself standing at the crossroads of uncertainty, unsure if you're ready to navigate the labyrinth of love once more. 
Despite your reservations, you indulge them, allowing their words to wash over you like a waterfall of unsolicited advice, all the while steadfast in your understanding that a man is not a prerequisite for happiness or the completeness of your life—you've long recognized your ability to stand firm and flourish on your own terms.
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An entire season has unfurled its tapestry, and while the vast void persists within the caverns of your heart, there's a subtle transformation underway. Amidst the lingering shadows, a sliver of the sun's warm rays threads its way through, gently illuminating the emptiness. 
The caress of warm weather and sunlight manages to coax a faint lift in your mood, a subtle thawing of the emotional frost. 
Yet, amidst the burgeoning warmth, there's a yearning for the crispness of cold, the kind that invites the comfort of wool sweaters and socks, beckoning a desire to cocoon on the couch and lose yourself in the embrace of solitude.
After withstanding the relentless onslaught of your friends' persistent prodding into the realm of your love life, you've yielded to the chorus of their well-meaning badgering. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, you've made the bold decision to reenter the intricate dance of the dating game.
The prospect of discovering 'the one' remains shrouded in uncertainty, a delicate balance between the promise of profound connection and the potential peril of heartache from those who might not treat you right. 
However, the ambiguity of the journey doesn't deter your resolve. To remain passive is to forfeit the chance at something extraordinary. 
The echoes of Iseul and the silent encouragement from your departed parents reverberate, urging you to embrace life with all its intricate hues. Their unwritten wish for your happiness becomes the compass guiding your path, compelling you to take the plunge and give it your all.
You yearn for a life where the pursuit of happiness isn't punctuated by the haunting inevitability of departures and loss. You grasp the harsh truth that people leaving or departing through death is an inescapable facet of existence, a relentless current in the river of life. 
Yet, the recurring tide of sorrow that washes over you each time someone departs feels burdensome, a weight that anchors your spirit. It would be a cherished reprieve if the ebb and flow of life's transitions didn't carry with it a relentless undertow that threatens to drag you down each time.
Your dating escapades have unfolded like a series of misadventures, each rendezvous more perplexing than the last. 
One suitor wielded an aggressive tone that eclipsed any potential connection, while another was so absorbed in self-interest that your voice seemed but an echo in the conversation. Then there was the one who sought solace in your company to mend a broken heart, an unwitting participant in their quest for emotional repair.
With every disappointing encounter, your hopes wane like the dying embers of a once-bright flame. Yet, undeterred, you persist in the pursuit of connection, a resilient soul navigating the unpredictable seas of dating with unwavering determination.
Amidst the tumultuous sea of advice from your friends, the suggestion of a night out clubbing emerges as a potential remedy to jumpstart your dating life—a one-night stand, a shortcut to reclaiming agency over your love life. 
However, the proposition fails to align with the essence of who you are. The neon-lit allure of the club scene doesn't resonate with your soul, and the idea of a fleeting encounter doesn't hold the promise you seek. 
Nonetheless, you find yourself engulfed in a pulsating sea of sound, the music in the club roaring, the bass reverberating through the floor and into your bones. 
The atmosphere is a maelstrom of heat and sweat, a suffocating embrace that intensifies your regret for being there. 
Yuna, exuding an air of confidence, takes charge and orders a round of drinks for the group. Meanwhile, Nari's eyes scan the lively chaos of the club, a vigilant matchmaker on a mission to uncover potential matches for you.
Her finger extends with a pointed certainty toward a mysterious figure—a dark-haired man sporting a sleeveless shirt, the canvas of his arm adorned with an intricate tattoo sleeve. His dark eyes, scanning the crowded expanse of the club, carry an enigmatic intensity, hinting at a captivating allure that goes beyond the surface.
Your laughter carries a blend of amusement and skepticism as you dismissively remark, “Nah, he's giving off major fuckboy vibes.”
Amidst the cacophony of pounding music in the club, Nari practically shouts in your face, her words punctuating the beat as she insists, “Maybe that's exactly what you need!” 
The intensity of her proclamation, a fervent plea for spontaneity, reverberates in the air, a challenge thrown into the whirlwind of the night's possibilities.
You shake your head, a firm yet polite rejection lingering on your lips, “No, thank you.” 
Just as the tension subsides, Yuna appears with a tray of drinks, a timely distraction. Gratefully, you accept your drink, savoring the sweet and sour concoction that dances across your palate, momentarily providing respite from the charged atmosphere of the club.
The night unfolds in a rhythm of measured indulgence—a few drinks to chase a gentle buzz, steering clear of the edge of intoxication. Your gaze scans the crowd in search of potential matches, but amidst the pulsating lights and swirling music, none captures the elusive spark that ignites a genuine interest.
As the night deepens and the rhythm of the club starts to fade, you bid farewell to your friends, the weight of the evening settling in your bones. 
Stepping out into the nocturnal air, you're greeted by the relentless cascade of rain, a torrential downpour that catches you off guard. Damn it, you realize, a surge of annoyance coursing through you, you didn't bring an umbrella.
Embracing a sudden burst of defiance, you make a split-second decision, a resolute ‘fuck it’ echoing in your mind. 
Stepping onto the sidewalk without the shelter of an umbrella, you surrender to the unrelenting rain. In mere moments, your hair clings to your skin, and your clothes succumb to the downpour.
As you navigate the labyrinth of alleys and pass by numerous apartments, a peculiar low noise infiltrates the ambient hum of the rain. What is that sound? 
It's a subtle yet persistent calling that arrests your movements, compelling you to strain your senses in an attempt to decipher its origin. 
It's not just your slightly tipsy mind, is it, playing tricks on you? 
The cadence of the noise feels like a desperate plea, an ethereal call for help that beckons you into a mysterious dance between reality and the unknown.
Undeterred by the absence of street lamps, you navigate a shadowy alleyway nestled between looming apartment complexes. The darkness cloaks the path ahead, but you press on, an intrepid explorer drawn to the mystery that lies beyond the veil of obscurity. 
As you draw nearer, the enigmatic noise crescendos in intensity, a haunting melody that pierces the quiet of the alley. 
Your steps quicken, and with each stride, the source becomes clearer. Could it be emanating from the depths of the dumpster?
A sense of déjà vu wraps around you, as if this eerie scene has been lifted from a cinematic reel. The dilemma tugs at your curiosity, tempting you to peer into the abyss of the dumpster, a choice that hangs in the balance. 
Yet, before you make a decision, a glimmer of relief washes over you. 
Nestled snugly beside the dumpster, a small ball of fur captivates your attention, its presence a stark contrast to the ominous shadows. 
A silhouette emerges from the darkness, and as you inch closer, the mystery unfolds into a shivering, meowing figure—a black cat. 
The frailness of the tiny creature tugs at your heartstrings, and you find yourself hunching down, extending a tentative invitation with soft calls, coaxing the small, ebony bundle to bridge the gap between its vulnerability and your outstretched hand.
The black cat fixes its gaze upon you, eyes mirroring a blend of uncertainty and wariness, as if it's attempting to decipher the intentions behind your outstretched hand. 
The black cat stirs from its initial hesitation, uttering plaintive meows that seem to echo its distress. As it rises, the stark reality becomes evident—malnourished and shrouded in fear, it moves tentatively towards you. Each step seems to echo a history of abandonment and struggle. With aching slowness, the feline inches closer, navigating the wet ground with trepidation. 
Softly, you beckon the malnourished feline closer, the words “Come here, you poor thing” carrying an invitation laced with compassion. 
As the tiny creature inches nearer, its pitch-black eyes become an intense focal point, a gaze that transcends the physical realm, peering into the depths of your soul. In that poignant exchange, a silent pact forms—an unspoken promise of comfort and understanding between two beings, each seeking solace in the other's company.
As the fragile black cat draws near, an echo from your past resurfaces—the cautionary words of your mother reverberating in your mind. ‘Black cats bring omen and death,’ her voice, etched in childhood memories, had warned. 
Yet, confronted with the stark vulnerability of this shivering, lost creature in the cold summer rain, you find your resolve tested. 
Against the weight of your mother's superstitions, compassion prevails, and you make a conscious decision to offer refuge. You haven’t got anything else to lose, but yourself.
The cat's purrs resonate in the quiet alley, a melodic response to the tentative connection forming between you. Meows become a symphony of trust as it finally caresses your hand, a delicate dance of vulnerability. 
With a newfound intimacy, it leans into your touch, climbing up your arm to find refuge in your lap. Despite your jacket's damp embrace, you pull the shivering creature closer, enfolding it tightly against your chest.
“I’ll take you home and get you some food.”
Rising from the damp alley, you cradle the tiny black cat in your arms, an intimate embrace that transcends the physicality of the moment. As you navigate the journey home, each step becomes a testament to the newfound connection—its fragile heartbeat resonating against your chest.
As you finally reach the sanctuary of your home, both you and the shivering cat are thoroughly drenched from the relentless rain. 
With a twist of the key, you unlock the door to your small apartment, ushering in a breath of warmth that contrasts sharply with the damp chill outside. 
In a choreography of relief, you kick off your sodden shoes, the cat nestled at your feet. Unburdened by the weight of the rain-soaked coat, you hang it on the rack, a visual symbol of the transition from the stormy world outside to the comforting refuge within the four walls of your home.
“I'll find you a towel and dry you off,” you promise to the cat, your words a tender reassurance before your feet. With a sense of urgency, you hasten to the bathroom, a quest for a towel becoming a mission to provide comfort to your newfound companion.
As you return, traces of wet footprints mark the path from the entryway to your living room, leading to the sight of the cat perched regally on your couch. 
The unexpected image elicits a sense of awe within you, a silent marvel at the fortuitous encounter that has unfolded. With the fluffy towel in hand, you join the tiny creature on the couch.
With gentle strokes, you tenderly dry the cat with the fluffy towel, the rhythmic purrs and meows resonating like a melody of gratitude. 
In this intimate act of care, a bond forms between you and the feline, its response a testament to the shared understanding that has quietly blossomed. 
The dampness of the storm may linger outside, but within the confines of your home, a warmth permeates, forged through the simple yet profound act of offering comfort to a fragile soul.
Persistently, the cat continues its chorus of meows, its nearly obsidian eyes fixed on you with an intensity that transcends mere feline curiosity. In the silent exchange, a profound question lingers in the air—what does it want? 
The gaze carries an almost pleading quality, an unspoken plea that invites you to unravel the mysteries hidden within those enigmatic eyes, and in doing so, embark on a journey of connection and understanding with this small, mysterious soul.
A revelation flickers in your mind like a sudden burst of light—food! 
The realization washes over you, and a spark of understanding illuminates the unspoken hunger behind those pleading eyes. “You're starving, ain't ya?” you murmur, the words a bridge between the two of you, an acknowledgment of shared needs and the beginning of a silent commitment to provide not just shelter but sustenance to this small, hungry soul.
In a hurried dance between care and necessity, you dart into the kitchen, swinging open the fridge door to unleash a blast of cold air. 
The realization that your wet clothes might lead to an impending cold nudges at you, urging a brief pause for self-care. As you contemplate changing into dry attire, the cat, now a nimble companion, weaves around your feet, a symphony of meows echoing its anticipation of the impending feast.
As your gaze sweeps across the contents of the fridge, a flurry of questions dance in your mind—what do cats like? 
In a moment of culinary improvisation, you spot the remnants of yesterday's fish. A hopeful assumption takes hold—cats like fish, right? 
Without a second thought, you snatch the container, crack it open, and ceremoniously place it on the floor. 
The cat descends upon the fish with a voracity that borders on desperation, consuming it in a whirlwind of seconds. 
You observe in silent fascination as the cat devours the fish with an almost primal fervor, each bite a testament to the depth of its hunger.
As the cat lifts its gaze, those dark, fond eyes fixate on you, a silent expression of gratitude that transcends words, forging a connection that lingers in the air like the sweet aftertaste of an unexpected bond.
You retrieve a bowl, fill it with water, and place it on the floor. The cat, having satisfied its hunger, wastes no time. It immediately dips its tongue into the water, each lap a testament to the thirst that had accompanied its hunger. 
In the quiet aftermath of the cat's meal, you find yourself engaged in a one-sided conversation. While it laps up the water, you speak to it with a hint of longing, as if expecting the feline to reveal its name with a mere glance. “I don't know what your name is…” you muse aloud, your words hanging in the air like a silent plea for connection. 
In the exchange, a profound yearning takes root—a desire not just to care for this creature but to unravel the mystery that shrouds it, beginning with the revelation of a name.
Hmm... A whimsical idea takes shape in your mind, and with a voice full of hope, you share your musings with the feline companion. “I don't know, maybe I'll give you one!” you exclaim, the words tinged with the excitement of a newfound connection.
Testing the waters, you propose a couple of names with a hopeful lilt in your voice. “Shadow?” you venture, eyes fixated on the cat, seeking any flicker of recognition. 
Yet, met with a stoic demeanor, you playfully offer another option, “Licorice?” 
A soft chuckle escapes your lips, but the cat remains unfazed, engrossed in its culinary pursuits. 
Embracing a sudden surge of inspiration, you think of a name that dances on the edges of whimsy and mischief. “You look like a 'Loki,' like a God of Mischief!” The words tumble out with a playful chuckle, a nod to the elusive charm that shrouds the feline. 
To your surprise, the cat interrupts its feast, casting what seems like a dumbfounded expression your way. 
A moment of shared acknowledgment hangs in the air before the cat resumes its meal, leaving you to wonder if, in that fleeting pause, you've glimpsed the spark of recognition in its enigmatic eyes.
An impromptu burst of enthusiasm seizes you, and with an abrupt yell, you christen the cat in a moment of whimsy. “Kitten!” 
The exclamation is so sudden that it startles the cat, prompting a small leap in surprise. “That's your name. You're so small, like a little kitten,” you playfully jest, mimicking the affectionate cooing one might give to a baby. 
In the imaginary realm where cats understand human whims, you half-expect a hypothetical eye-roll, as if the creature were a miniature human indulging in the theatrics of a quirky naming ceremony.
In the wake of your spontaneous naming ceremony, Kitten darts away, a streak of fur and energy leaving you in its playful wake. A fleeting attempt to follow its swift movements reveals the futility of keeping pace with this agile companion.
An earnest plea escapes your lips, “No, don't run away, Kitten!” A plea that halts not far from your bedroom, where a sudden idea takes root. “We're going to bed, and you can even sleep in my bed.” The promise hangs in the air, an invitation that sparks the cat's curiosity. 
Without hesitation, Kitten races back to you, weaving through your legs and darting into the bedroom. It watches itself in the mirror in front of your bed, before it in a graceful leap, lands on the bed, transforming this impromptu offer into a shared moment of warmth and companionship.
A soft chuckle escapes you as Kitten, with a graceful twirl, transforms into a snug, fluffy black ball. It settles onto the bed, a picture of contentment and trust, the rhythmic rise and fall of its breathing echoing in the room. 
In the sanctuary of your bathroom, the day's residue fades away as you delicately remove stained makeup and indulge in your nightly skincare rituals. 
With a sense of quiet reverence, you return to the bedroom, mindful not to disrupt Kitten's serene repose. Nestled in bed, you prop yourself up, the rhythmic routine a prelude to the tranquility that envelops the room. 
As you surrender to the embrace of sleep, the ethereal presence of the black cat becomes a silent companion in the journey between waking and dreams, a guardian of the night's secrets.
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In the intimate company of Kitten, you find solace in the honesty of your own reflection. “He wasn't really for me, Kitten. I don't know why I keep going on these dates. They amount to nothing.” A sigh punctuates your admission, a subtle echo of the unspoken search for connection that seems elusive in the realm of human encounters. 
As you delve into a shared meal with your newfound family member – Kitten, you stuff your face with delicious food in an attempt to keep your minds off your failing romantic life.
Kitten responds to your words with a series of gentle meows, a seemingly agreeable chorus that resonates in the room. 
Over the past few days, he has transformed into an impeccable listener, absorbing the tapestry of your thoughts with silent grace. 
In the quiet moments of your soliloquies, a yearning surfaces—a desire for more than a feline confidant, for words that echo back with advice and wisdom. 
Yet, despite this unfulfilled wish, Kitten's silent companionship remains a source of profound comfort, his presence weaving seamlessly into the fabric of your daily life, a testament to the unexpected connections that emerge in the quiet interludes of solitude.
Consistent as the rhythm of a heartbeat, Kitten is there, a patient sentinel awaiting your return from the hustle of the day. 
His presence becomes a cherished routine, an embodiment of comfort that transcends the mundanity of the everyday. 
As you settle in front of the television, Kitten gracefully claims his place in your lap, his form snuggling into the contours of your warmth. 
The scene unfolds like a silent ballet, a dance between two beings finding solace in the quietude of shared moments—a testament to the profound bond that has blossomed in the intimate spaces of your daily life.
On a day marked by what you'd deem a successful date, you decide to bring the guy home to your apartment. 
Kitten welcomes you with joyous meows, but the moment his obsidian eyes lock onto the man, a palpable shift occurs. 
The cat's once-hospitable demeanor morphs into a display of territorial assertion—he hisses, claws unsheathed, a guardian of the sacred space that has become both haven and sanctuary.
Unfazed by Kitten's display of discontent, the man follows you into the bedroom, a trail of unresolved tension lingering in the air. However, as you attempt to navigate the fragile balance between human relationships and the silent protests of your feline confidant, Kitten stalks in with palpable anger. 
Kitten's claws assert their protest on the man's pants, a silent plea echoing through the room. “I'm so sorry about my cat. He's not usually like this,” you hastily apologize, attempting to navigate the tumultuous intersection of human connection and feline territoriality. 
In the midst of the uneasy dance, the guy gently guides you down onto the bed, a kiss bridging the gap between words left unsaid and the uncharted landscapes of desire.
In an unforeseen twist, Kitten catapults onto the bed, launching a surprise attack on the poor man's back with unbridled ferocity. 
The room erupts with a sudden commotion as the guy yells in pain, Kitten swiftly retreating to the shelter of your startled embrace.
Frustration and pain tinge the man's voice as he vehemently declares, “Fuck this. This isn't worth it! Your cat is a fucking psycho!” 
The words hang in the air, a bitter testament to the unexpected turbulence that has unraveled in the wake of Kitten's feline intervention. 
With an angry storm, the man storms out of your bedroom and through the front door, leaving behind a charged atmosphere and the unresolved echoes of a connection unraveling at the seams.
As the storm of emotions settles, Kitten finds solace in your lap, a contented purr resonating through the room—a feline sovereign basking in the aftermath of his territorial triumph. 
Meanwhile, you remain seated, mouth agape, an image of stunned disbelief etched across your face. 
You address Kitten with a scolding tone, attempting to impart a sense of reprimand into the air. “You can't do that, Kitten!” you assert, a firmness in your voice attempting to breach the language barrier between human and feline.
Amidst the aftermath, a hesitant chuckle escapes your lips, a soft attempt to diffuse the tension that lingers in the air. “Also, you're gonna leave me single forever if you do that,” you jest, the words bearing the weight of both humor and a subtle unease. 
In the ambiguous space between laughter and contemplation, you grapple with the conflicting emotions stirred by Kitten's unexpected display of protectiveness—a complex blend of gratitude, amusement, and the uncharted territories of understanding the intricate dynamics of companionship with a creature whose language transcends the boundaries of words.
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A solitary figure with raven-black hair occupies a corner table in the cafe, his presence shrouded in an air of quiet mystery that tugs at the edges of your memory. 
Intrigued, you've stolen glances at him, an unspoken connection sparking curiosity within you. 
The man, seemingly lost in a world of words and sketches within the pages of his journal, emanates a strange familiarity that dances on the fringes of your consciousness. 
As he sips on his coffee, a poignant picture of solitude and anticipation, you can't help but wonder about the untold story woven into the fabric of his contemplative gaze. Perhaps he's a poet awaiting inspiration, or maybe, like you, he's caught in the delicate dance of anticipation, waiting for someone who may never arrive.
His long, pitch-black hair cascades in soft curls, framing a face adorned with dark, expressive eyes. The fair and creamy complexion of his skin, paired with lips tinged with the aftermath of fervent bites, adds an air of mystery to his features. His hands, adorned with prominent veins, move with purpose across the pages of his journal, translating the thoughts within his mind into tangible strokes. Clad in a black leather biker jacket and ripped jeans, he emanates a ‘bad boy’ allure that might not align with your usual preferences, yet there's an undeniable handsomeness that transcends the surface. As you observe, the truth unfolds—looks can be deceiving, you know.
As the hands of the clock inch towards the conclusion of your shift, you notice the enigmatic man with the pitch-black hair has vanished, leaving only the echo of his presence lingering in the now vacant corner. 
The air is charged with the unspoken allure of an encounter that slipped through the fingers of time. 
Packing up your belongings, you carry the weight of curiosity with you as you embark on the journey home, where the enigmatic enigma of Kitten awaits.
Kitten, sensing your return, greets you with a symphony of affectionate meows. Your hand instinctively reaches out, weaving a tapestry of gentle pats and strokes, an unspoken language shared between human and feline. With a contented sigh escaping your lips, you murmur, “Happy to be home.”
In the quiet sanctuary of your apartment, you find yourself recounting the day's enigmatic encounter to Kitten, the words lingering in the air like a shared secret between kindred spirits. “I saw the loneliest guy today, Kitten. It felt like he was waiting for someone, but destiny stood him up.” 
As the words escape your lips, Kitten's attentive gaze reflects an unspoken understanding, a silent pact shared between you and your feline confidant.
Your fingers delicately dance behind Kitten's ears, a gesture that elicits a symphony of contented purrs, resonating within the confines of your quiet haven. 
The next day unfolds like a familiar scene, the cafe's atmosphere steeped in the aroma of coffee and the rustle of pages turning. 
Once again, the mysterious black-haired man graces the corner with his presence, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee and the enigmatic dance of his pen across the pages of his journal. 
Your curiosity, a flame flickering in the recesses of your thoughts, draws you to the edge of decision — to approach and unravel the mysteries that cloak him. Yet, an invisible barrier holds you back, a silent pact with yourself not to disturb the solitary poet whose verses remain unread. 
The elusive man, shrouded in the mystery of unread words, remains a realm unexplored, as each coffee order becomes a bridge guarded by your coworker.
As the day unfolds, the mysterious man persists in his corner, a captivating enigma that draws your attention like a moth to a flame. 
The rhythmic ballet of your daily routine continues, an intricate dance of serving customers while stealing glances in his direction. 
In the quiet recesses of your mind, a burning question simmers – who could possibly stand up this captivating soul, adorned with the allure of dark hair and an air of mystery that commands the room?
After days of observing the silent saga of the man and his solitude, a week of unbroken routine, your empathy swells like a rising tide. 
A magnetic force compels you to bridge the distance, and against the backdrop of the cafe's ambient hum, your feet, as if guided by an invisible hand, carry you to the table where he patiently awaits an absent companion. 
With a mix of curiosity and compassion, you settle into the chair opposite him, breaking the invisible barrier that held you apart.
As your presence disrupts the solitude he had grown accustomed to, his intense gaze, reminiscent of a predatory feline, lifts from the pages of his journal to meet your own. The sharpness in his eyes feels like a calculated assessment, causing a subtle tremor to course through you. You gulp.
“Hi,” you start, the uncertainty palpable in your voice. Attempting to mask your nervousness, your fingers run through your hair, a feeble defense against the anxious tide. 
“I’ve noticed you here alone for the past few days, and I just—” Your words stumble, caught in the rush, but before you can continue, he interjects with a voice sharp as a blade, his eyes piercing through you like he can unravel your deepest secrets. 
“Are you stalking me?” The question hangs in the air, and his gaze feels like an X-ray, laying bare your darkest thoughts. Your body seizes, frozen in the penetrating gaze that seems to pry into the very recesses of your soul.
Why does his voice carry a hint of familiarity, resonating through the air like an echo from another time?
His very presence, too, feels like a distant memory, even though you're certain you hadn't laid eyes on him before he entered the cafe a week ago. 
A subtle smirk plays on his lips, a realization dawning on you that he's asked a question. As you attempt to gather your thoughts, you find yourself choking on air, grappling to string together a coherent response.
“I'm kidding. I know you work here,” he chuckles, and you release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Your shoulders ease, and in an instant, you respond with a soft smile, a subtle connection forming in that shared moment of relief.
“Are you waiting for someone?” you inquire, and a smile graces his face, revealing gleaming white teeth and pink gums. He looks cute. Dangerously so.
“Nah. She just arrived.” Your eyes light up. Finally, his date has shown up! You start to rise from your chair, eager to make space for his companion. He looks up at you, a curious expression on his face, and asks, “What are you doing?”
“Making room for your date?” you quip, utterly dumbfounded.
“Date?” he asks with a raised brow. You nod, adding, “The one you’ve been waiting for.”
“But I’m already looking at her.” Your mouth hangs wide open; did you just hear him right? Is this a pickup line? And why on earth is it working?
You chuckle nervously, the sound a stark contrast to his calm and cool demeanor.
You ease back into your chair, and the conversation flows so naturally that you feel like you've known him for years.
Upon returning home, you excitedly share the details of your day with Kitten, recounting the encounter with the handsome man with his curly hair and piercing eyes. While you stroke Kitten and he purrs contentedly, you express your perplexity about the strange sense of familiarity the man emanated, despite being certain you've never met him before.
Kitten twirls and purrs in your lap, savoring the gentle strokes as you recline on your couch.
“I can't help but wonder if he'll be there again tomorrow,” you muse, your voice a soft melody to the room, accompanied by Kitten's content purrs.
He returned to the cafe the next day, and the next and the next turned into weeks.
He dedicates every moment to his secluded corner, and during your breaks you find solace in the cadence of your conversations. His name, Yoongi, resonates with the soulful poems that he breathes life into with his well-worn guitar. You’ve never heard him play or sing, but you look forward to the day you might.
His question pierces through the hum of the café, abruptly pulling you from your reverie as you delicately nibble on your muffin. “Are you heading home for the summer break?” he inquires, the unexpected interruption leaving a sweet and curious taste lingering on your lips.
As his question hangs in the air, you lock eyes with him, realizing he might not grasp the gravity of his inquiry. 
There's a momentary sag in your shoulders, a silent acknowledgment of the pain that lies beneath. Gathering the strength to respond, you share a piece of your past, “No. My parents died when I was young.”
Regret casts a shadow over his striking features in an instant, and you witness a profound apology escaping from his lips.
“I'm holding up okay. It's a tale from a while back. A car accident took my parents, leaving just my little sister and me as survivors,” you share, a poignant sadness threading through your words, your eyes misting with the memories.
He tenderly offers words of comfort, a soothing balm for your weary soul, and you allow him to lift the heaviness that clings to your spirit.
You beam at him, grateful for the warmth that radiates from his kind soul, a presence you've grown to cherish over the past few months. “And you, any exciting plans for the summer?”
“I might have to go home to my parents for a bit, but I’m not sure yet,” he shares, absentmindedly running his fingers through his soft black locks, a gesture that makes you yearn for the touch of your own hand in that sea of darkness.
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“I'm telling you, bitch!” Nari slaps Yuna's thigh, a bit too enthusiastically, causing her to flinch in pain, as Nari adds with a sly grin, “She's head over heels in loooove.”
You roll your eyes at both of them, their playful banter fading into background noise as you savor the drink that Yuna ordered for you.
You've navigated downtown, finding refuge in a cozy establishment where the ambient tunes, board games, and drinks create the perfect backdrop for reconnecting with your friends.
“I swear, I'm not head over heels or anything,” you insist, batting away their teasing with a playful smirk, all the while sipping on the drink that Yuna ordered for you.
“He’s just nice,” you add with a soft smile.
“You sure do talk about him a lot,” Yuna adds in a chuckle as she rubs her thigh.
“Well, he's an interesting person, and the conversations just flow,” you reply with a grin, downplaying the significance, but your friends exchange knowing glances that hint at their suspicions.
Nari takes a sip of her drink, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Speaking of crushes, your little companion, what's his name again? Kitten?”
You passionately defend Kitten, your eyes sparkling with affection. “Don't bring Kitten into this! I adore him,” you gush, wearing your love for the little furball as a badge of honor.
Nari shares her romantic wisdom, her words dripping with affection. “Cats are fine companions, but you should find a man who can bring you warmth and happiness,” she says, her eyes practically turning into hearts if this were a cartoon. You can't help but chuckle at her earnest advice.
Yuna playfully nudges your shoulder and suggests, “You should totally ask out this Yoongi guy. I mean, come on, you practically light up every time you talk about him.”
You pause, a moment of uncertainty hanging in the air. “Maybe,” you finally reply, your words carrying the weight of contemplation.
Nari's enthusiasm rings in your ears, a bit too loud in the cozy ambiance. “You don't have anything to lose, only more to gain!” she almost shouts, her excitement reaching its peak. Her words, fueled by a touch of intoxication, linger in the air, leaving you to ponder as you consider whether it's time to call it a night.
“Okay. I’ll ask him tomorrow.”
As you step into your apartment, Kitten greets you with an extra dose of affection, weaving himself between your legs and trailing you with heightened attention. Tonight, he appears more attuned to your every move, purring and twirling around your legs with an endearing neediness. Settling down, you can't resist his charms and find yourself seated, offering gentle strokes to his fur-covered frame.
As you wrap up your nightly routine and slip into your comfortable pajamas, you turn to Kitten with a question that has become a familiar part of your routine. 
“I'm heading to bed, Kitten. You joining?” Kitten promptly leaps onto the bed, taking his customary place by your side. 
However, tonight, there's a lingering sense of affection in his actions. He showers you with gentle licks, a gesture that brings a smile to your face. As sleep gradually claims you, your dreams are adorned with vivid images of obsidian eyes and a dark, star-studded sky.
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As you awaken from a restful sleep, the absence of Kitten by your side strikes you like a sudden jolt. 
Your initial response is to sit up, calling out for him, yet there's only silence in return. 
The quietness, once comforting, now carries an eerie weight as you realize the profound impact Kitten has had on your daily life. 
The room feels emptier, and a sense of unease settles in, disrupting the peace you've grown accustomed to.
A wave of melancholy washes over you, creating a heavy ache in your chest as you scan the familiar corners of your apartment, desperately searching for any sign of Kitten. 
The unanswered questions pile up in your mind, a torrent of worries threatening to drown you. Did he, too, decide to leave, slipping away like others from your life? 
The uncertainty gnaws at you, pushing you to venture into the quiet streets, hoping against hope to uncover the fate of your feline companion. Each step is a mix of trepidation and determination, a journey into the unknown to retrieve the missing piece of your daily existence.
A sense of desperation tightens its grip as you scour every nook and cranny, but Kitten remains elusive, leaving you with the bitter taste of vanishing hope. 
The echoes of your unanswered calls hang in the air, blending with the growing unease that clings to you like a shadow. The once familiar spaces now feel like a maze, and you can't shake the sinking feeling that your luck is slipping away, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. The haunting question persists: where could he be, and what could have taken him from your side?
With a mixture of determination and trepidation, your feet instinctively carry you back to the cafe. 
The familiar chime announces your arrival, drawing the attention of your coworker, who casts a puzzled look your way. The early hour has caught them off guard, their raised eyebrow mirroring the questions that dance in your own mind.
As you scan the cozy confines of the cafe, a subtle panic begins to creep through your veins. The absence of Yoongi creates an uneasy knot in your stomach, but you reassure yourself, clinging to the hope that he might stroll in later, as he often does.
The hours drag on, each passing moment heightening the anticipation. As the door chimes with every newcomer, a flicker of hope dances in your chest, only to be extinguished when it's not Yoongi. 
The day becomes a symphony of disappointment, and the subtle hope you clung to begins to dissipate, slipping through your fingers like elusive grains of sand. The cafe, once a haven of warmth and comfort, now feels eerily empty without the presence of his familiar silhouette.
As your shift draws to a close, a heavy sadness settles over you like a thick fog. The absence of Yoongi, who always brought a touch of warmth to the cafe, leaves an emptiness that echoes through the familiar surroundings. The unanswered questions linger in your mind, and a nagging worry creeps in — what could have kept him away? 
The air is charged with uncertainty, and you can't shake the feeling that something might have happened to him.
A sudden realization hits you like a wave, as you recall Yoongi mentioning the possibility of traveling to his parents for the summer break. 
The initial sting of disappointment transforms into a pang of concern. Questions swirl in your mind like a tempest – did he leave without saying goodbye? Why didn't he share his plans with you? 
The uncertainty gnaws at your thoughts, and you grapple with the unknown, desperately seeking solace in the memories of your time together.
A disquieting sensation twists in your stomach, an ominous premonition casting a shadow over your thoughts. The unease tightens its grip, leaving you with an unsettling sense that something may have befallen Yoongi. 
Your mind races through various scenarios, each more distressing than the last, as you grapple with the haunting uncertainty that looms over his absence.
Regret echoes through your thoughts like a haunting refrain. The absence of contact details with Yoongi leaves you grappling with the repercussions of a missed opportunity, a seemingly insignificant detail now carrying the weight of your uncertainty. 
A sense of loss and yearning wraps around you, intensifying the void created by the absence of a farewell. The realization dawns that in the midst of budding connection, you failed to secure a bridge to traverse the distance that now separates you.
Each step on the journey home feels like a weighted march, the heaviness of unspoken goodbyes sinking into your bones. 
Sorrow, like a relentless tide, floods your heart, consuming it with an ache that echoes through each footfall. Familiar pangs of longing claw at your chest, constricting breaths into fleeting gasps. 
It's as if the very air you breathe carries the weight of an unfinished story, leaving you to navigate the foggy terrain of uncertainty, the poignant residue of an incomplete connection lingering in the spaces between each step.
A tempest of thoughts unleashes in your mind, a whirlwind of self-doubt and abandonment. The notion that he, too, might have slipped away like others before him wraps around your heart, squeezing it in an unforgiving grip. The ache is palpable, resonating through every fiber of your being. It's an anguish that cuts deep, a symphony of hurt orchestrated by the haunting possibility that echoes in the chambers of your wounded heart.
In the intricate tapestry of your time knowing him, he wasn't just a passing figure; he had etched himself into the mosaic of your life, becoming a fragment that held the essence of friendship. 
You step into the sanctuary of your apartment, liberating your feet from the constraints of shoes, and collapse onto the couch, surrendering to its plush contours that cradle you in a cocoon of solace.
In the midst of trying to regain control of your racing breaths, a subtle vibration resonates from your pocket, drawing your attention like a lifeline. Retrieving your phone, you cast an intrigued glance at the illuminated screen, revealing an incoming call from Yuna.
With bated breath, you answer the call, the familiar cadence of Yuna's voice instantly arresting your senses. 
An unexpected wave of emotions surges through you, freezing you in the moment as her words weave a narrative you weren't prepared for.
The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, a heartbreaking tremor in her voice as she struggles to regain composure. 
“Babe,” she utters, the tearful plea slicing through the silence like a dagger.
You can feel the gravity of the situation intensify as she reveals, “It's Nari,” the name echoing with a sense of foreboding that pierces through the air, leaving you breathless.
Dread hangs thick in the air as you muster the courage to ask, your voice trembling with fear and concern. “What about Nari?” 
The words escape your lips, each syllable a hesitant step into the unknown, and as you sit up on your couch, a sense of urgency grips you, rendering you more alert than ever before.
The weight of Yuna's words crashes over you like an unrelenting wave, drowning your senses.
“She's gone,” Yuna sobs, her cries echoing in your ears. 
A sudden chill grips your entire body, and the world around you blurs as your vision turns white. 
Tears well up, threatening to spill over, and an indescribable ache settles in the core of your being. It feels as if the ground beneath you has shifted, leaving you suspended in a surreal and devastating moment.
Your voice quivers as you manage to break through the numbness, the question escaping your lips like a fragile whisper. 
“How?” you repeat, the word catching in the tightness of your throat. Tears cascade down your cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of an ocean, a torrential release of the overwhelming emotions within you. 
Your friend's voice wavers with sorrow as she delivers the painful revelation. “Apparently, she was sick and didn’t tell anybody…” 
Each word, heavy with the burden of the unspoken, echoes in the emptiness of your apartment.
The truth, a bitter pill to swallow, lingers in the air, and you find it hard to comprehend the reality of the situation. 
The walls of your sanctuary, once comforting, now press in on you, transforming your home into a claustrophobic cage of grief. The world outside seems to blur, and all that remains is the weight of disbelief settling on your shoulders.
The longing to share your grief with Yoongi intensifies, yet the barrier of not having his contact details becomes a painful obstacle. Your emotions, already tumultuous, now surge like a tempest within. 
Frustration and sorrow intermingle, a chaotic dance that you try to contain. 
As the weight of the news presses down on you, your nails unconsciously dig into your skin, seeking an outlet for the overwhelming emotions that threaten to consume you. The physical pain becomes a tangible manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning within.
The abruptness of Nari's illness and passing hits you like an unforeseen storm, leaving you grappling with disbelief. 
Memories of her last moments flash vividly, and you question the cruel twist of fate that snatched away someone seemingly healthy. The sounds of inconsolable sobbing echo in your ears, and only then do you realize that the mournful cries tearing through the air belong to you. 
“Are you alright?” Yuna asks you in sobs.
The weight of grief presses down on you, suffocating and relentless. 
As the tears stream down your face, each one carries a piece of the pain that now resides within you. 
“No,” you whisper, the word a feeble attempt to encapsulate the magnitude of your despair. 
Your body curls inwards, seeking solace in the fetal position, as if you could fold away the anguish. 
The phone lies beside you, a lifeline to Yuna's distant sobs, but it offers little comfort compared to the absent warmth of Kitten, whose presence could once bring solace to even the darkest moments.
The weight of Yuna's words hangs heavy in the air, a shroud of truth that you're forced to confront. “Babe, she had cancer and didn't want us to know… She wanted to live a happy life until the end,” 
Yuna sobs again, and though her intent is to offer solace, the revelation feels like a cascade of heavy stones on your already burdened heart. The bitter sweetness of her desire for a joyful life juxtaposed with the pain of her silent struggle adds another layer to the grief, leaving you to grapple with the complexities of Nari's hidden battles.
“Yuna…,” you cry, the anguish in your voice echoing the profound pain that seems to squeeze the very life out of your heart. 
“Why does everyone leave?” 
The question hangs in the air, more rhetorical than expectant, as if you're not seeking an answer from Yuna but grappling with the cruel patterns of departure that life has woven into the fabric of your existence. 
Each departure, like a thread pulled from the tapestry of your world, leaves an unraveled piece that never quite knits itself back together.
“I–, I don’t know,” she stammers through her tears, the weight of the unknown echoing in her voice, mirroring the uncertainty that now shrouds both of your lives.
“Promise we’ll be there for each other,” you declare, the weight of the words hanging in the air. It's a poignant plea, an acknowledgment of life's unpredictable twists. You understand that you can't ask for an eternity, but in this moment, you're determined to hold onto each other as tightly as time allows.
“Count on it,” she vows, her response flowing effortlessly, a testament to the unspoken bond between you two.
Despite the tightening in your throat, a glimmer of happiness sparks within you at the assurance she just gave.
Why must life be so fucking cruel, robbing you of everyone you hold dear?
An overwhelming urge to reconnect with your sister washes over you, a deep yearning fueled by the ache of prolonged silence between you.
“I want to call my sister,” you manage to say through your sobs, a desperate plea lacing your words. “Will you be alright, Yuna?” you ask, your concern breaking through the waves of grief that surround you both.
“Yeah. I mean, I'm fucking sad, but go ahead and call her. Can I come to your place tomorrow?” Yuna's voice carries a subtle plea, a shared understanding that neither of you wants to be alone in the midst of sorrow.
“Yeah, I'd love that,” you respond, your voice carrying the weight of grief and the faint glimmer of gratitude for the companionship that awaits tomorrow. As you attempt to dry your tears with a throw blanket on the couch, the room feels emptier than ever, and the ache in your heart persists.
“See you tomorrow,” she says before the call ends. 
The hollowness in the room deepens, and you draw in a shaky breath, your gaze fixed on your phone. The background image captures a moment frozen in time, featuring you, Nari, and Yuna. 
God, the ache of missing her intensifies, and you can't shake the heaviness in your chest.
You tighten your grip on the phone, each tear that escapes your eyes a silent testament to the pain in your heart. Determination wells up as you locate your sister's number, fingers tracing the familiar digits, ready to bridge the gap that time and distance have carved between you.
The rhythmic ringing echoes through the emptiness of your apartment, each tone a reminder of the solitude that now envelops you. 
Anxiety gnaws at the edges of your thoughts as you anticipate the warmth of your sister's voice, a comfort you desperately need. Yet, the unanswered calls amplify the distance that separates you. With a heavy heart, you decide against leaving a message, the weight of unspoken words settling as you slump back onto the couch.
The sudden vibration of your phone startles you, and as you glance at the screen, the sight of your sister's name sparks a mixture of relief and anticipation. With a soft sniffle, you muster the strength to answer, “Hey, sis,” your voice laced with a blend of vulnerability and longing, reaching out across the digital expanse to bridge the emotional gap that separates you.
A chill courses through your body, rendering you motionless, as a deep, resonant voice resonates through the phone, catching you off guard.
“Hey,” his voice echoes through the phone, sending a shiver down your spine. 
Your trembling hand clutches the device, and you find yourself holding your breath, caught in the sudden intensity of the moment.
“I'm Detective Kim,” he introduces himself, his voice echoing through the line. It carries a calm demeanor, yet beneath its surface, you detect a subtle undertone of sadness, adding a mysterious depth to his words.
This can't be good, you murmur to yourself, the words barely escaping your lips as a chill courses through your veins, turning your blood to ice once again.
“Are you Jiho's sister?” The detective's voice remains steady and calm, but beneath the surface, you sense an undercurrent of gravity and anticipation.
“Yes,” you reply, your voice catching in a sob as you struggle to contain your tears. The ominous feeling intensifies, and you can't shake the sinking realization that a detective is the one answering your sister's phone. 
The air becomes heavy with uncertainty and fear.
“I'm deeply sorry to be the bearer of this news,” he begins with a sympathetic tone. 
You inhale sharply, bracing yourself for the impact of the words that follow.
“Your sister has passed away.” 
The world seems to shatter around you as the weight of his message settles in, leaving you breathless and heartbroken.
In that devastating moment, it feels as if the very foundation of your existence crumbles. 
Your body and soul plummet through a void, each passing second an agonizing countdown to the inevitable impact that will shatter you into a million irreparable pieces. 
The weight of grief bears down on you, and you're suspended in a free fall of despair. 
You become acutely aware of your breath, or the lack thereof, as if the air itself has turned into a suffocating force, triggering a torrent of violent inhalations, each one a desperate attempt to grasp onto a reality that has just slipped through your fingers.
A heavy silence envelops the room as the detective imparts the devastating truth, each word landing with the weight of a sledgehammer on your fragile emotions. “She was killed,” he utters, the somber notes in his tone resonating like a funeral dirge, casting a pall over the already dim reality of your world.
A suffocating wave of panic crashes over you, rendering your extremities numb and your breath caught in the grip of invisible hands. 
The room seems to close in as the detective's voice on the phone becomes a distant echo, his words lost in the disorienting whirlwind of your own mental tempest. It's a struggle to comprehend the standard condolences and procedures he details, as if reality itself is slipping through your trembling fingers.
Fucking hell. Is this hell?
In the wake of your parents' departure, you believed you had tasted the bitterest sorrow, yet today eclipses that agony without a shadow of a doubt.
You cast your phone aside on the couch, retreating to your bedroom, collapsing onto the bed. The anguish within erupts into violent sobs, an unrelenting torrent of tears flooding from your eyes, your entire frame convulsing with the weight of your grief.
You bury your face into the softness of the pillow, muffling the guttural scream that tears from your lungs. 
The sound, a primal release of anguish, reverberates within the confines of your room. Screw the neighbors; right now, the universe needs to bear witness to the rawness of your pain.
What the fuck is up with this world? Everyone around you dies! Everyone leaves!
You can’t take it anymore.
As you surrender to the torrents of grief, you hope that tears might offer solace, a fleeting relief that could pave the way for much-needed sleep. Yet, despite your desperate attempts, the embrace of slumber eludes you, leaving you trapped in the clutches of your sorrow-soaked thoughts.
In an impulsive surge, you opt for a nocturnal stroll. Snatching your jacket, you step into the silent night, the residue of dried tears blending seamlessly with the ones that refuse to cease. 
The moon above, a silent witness to the turmoil within, as your footsteps echo the rhythm of a heart weighed down by grief.
As you traverse the familiar streets of town, a magnetic pull guiding you to a cherished park, your sanctuary. Swiftly, you arrive and gingerly settle your weary frame onto a weathered bench, the cool night air offering a gentle caress to your battered soul.
As your gaze ascends to the enchanting tapestry of the night, a celestial dance of stars unfolds above. Tonight, the cosmic expanse seems to cradle the spirits of your sister and Nari, their luminous presence illuminating the vast darkness, a celestial reunion among the constellations.
As your tears persist, you fix your eyes upon the star-lit canvas above. Each gleaming star appears like a radiant jewel, casting an ethereal glow across the night. The beauty is undeniable, yet a poignant sadness lingers in your heart. 
Compelled by an unspoken yearning, you embark on the solemn task of counting the stars, each one a celestial tribute to the cherished souls who now adorn the heavens. 
The question echoes in your mind: Why?
Why do they blaze with such brilliance, akin to a dying star igniting in a final, magnificent burst before consuming everything in its cosmic embrace?
Your heart pounds violently against your ribcage, each beat echoing through your chest, and the air feels elusive, slipping away as if you're caught in a suffocating grip.
Life reveals its cruel nature, leaving you to grapple with the relentless question: Why does everyone leave? Why does the world around you crumble, stealing away those you hold dear?
An emptiness envelopes you, a void so profound it swallows every ounce of light. Darkness creeps in, and an irresistible urge emerges, coaxing you to surrender to its consuming embrace.
Perhaps it's time to release your grip on reality and join the celestial dance of those who have departed before you?
As the tears flow, perhaps this haunting void within will dissipate, bringing an end to the relentless ache that permeates every fiber of your being.
As the weight of loneliness bears down on you, an insidious desire to surrender, to slip into an eternal slumber, creeps through your shattered heart. The yearning for an endless sleep, where the fractured pieces of your soul find solace, consumes you. It's as if the very essence of your being is crumbling into irreparable fragments.
The fragments of your soul lie scattered, and the daunting question echoes in the hollow chambers of your despair—can you summon the strength to mend them once more, to piece together the shattered remnants of your being?
In the depths of your despair, a resolute realization surfaces — a quiet but unwavering knowing that, despite the relentless cruelty, you're not ready to surrender to the void. Life, as brutal as it may be, still holds threads of resilience within its intricate tapestry, and you find an ember of strength glowing amidst the shadows.
You divert your gaze downward, focusing on your hands nestled in your lap, choosing the tangible reality of your own existence over the distant allure of the star-studded night.
You harbor too many aspirations to surrender to despair. Your desires paint a vivid canvas of dreams: to find solace in the embrace of a kind-hearted partner, secure a fulfilling career, and relish the simple joys that life offers. Nari's silent battle with illness inspires you to embrace life with the same gusto, celebrating its moments without the need for validation.
In the midst of your fragmented existence, amidst the shattering pain, you crave it all. Yearning for the entirety of life's tapestry, even when it feels like it's unraveling. 
Despite life's cruelty, there's an undeniable allure in its intricate beauty, compelling you to seek solace and embrace the stunning contradictions that define your life.
Amidst the tear-stained path, your resolve solidifies. 
The decision made, you tread back to your apartment, the silent witness to your inner turmoil. Each step echoes with the weight of your emotions, a symphony of sorrow playing in the background. 
The sanctuary of your home beckons, promising the respite that only sleep, albeit restless, can bring. Sleep, like a long-lost friend, embraces you swiftly this time. Grateful for the solace it brings, you sink into its comforting arms, the reprieve from the turmoil of the day unfolding like a gentle lullaby.
The chime of the doorbell resonates through your apartment, and you're roused from the depths of sleep. Yuna, true to her word, stands on the other side, a beacon of support in your time of need.
Embraced in a tight hug, tears stream down both your faces, the shared weight of grief transforming the silent embrace into a powerful testament of mutual understanding and shared sorrow.
Seated on the couch, you engage in a heartfelt conversation about the unpredictable journey of life—its highs and lows. 
As a comforting silence settles between you, you reach for the remote and, with a flicker of distraction, decide on a mindless show. Wrapped in the embrace of shared grief, you find solace in the soft glow of the television, its images casting a gentle veil over your weary souls.
That night, Yuna stays over, a comforting presence that feels like a blessing in the midst of your overwhelming grief.
In the vulnerable hours of the night, you pour your heart out to Yuna. 
Tears flow freely as you share the ache of losing your sister, the void left by Kitten's absence, and the fear that Yoongi might be gone forever. In the solace of shared sorrow, you find a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows.
In the tender embrace of Yuna, you find solace. Her comforting presence is a lifeline in the storm of grief, holding you close as tears cascade. Though she's often your pillar of strength, tonight you yearn to reciprocate, to be the support she's always been for you. It's a quiet understanding, an unspoken pact between friends navigating the unpredictable currents of life.
In the quiet depths of the night, as you share your pain with Yuna, a flicker of determination ignites within you. You yearn not just for solace but to become the architect of your own joy. The realization dawns that your happiness lies in the unwritten chapters of your own journey, waiting to be explored and embraced. It's a moment of self-discovery, a commitment to forge your path to happiness, independent and resilient.
With the dawn of a new day, you decide to embark on a journey of self-discovery. 
Despite the weight of sorrow lingering in your chest, you resolve to savor life in all its transient splendor—embracing its beauty, acknowledging its ugliness, and reveling in every nuanced shade in between. 
Each moment becomes a canvas, and you are determined to paint it with the vibrant strokes of resilience and newfound appreciation.
With unwavering determination, you approached your boss at the café, advocating for a shift in your work hours. The goal? To rekindle the pursuit of knowledge, to step back into the world of academia and reignite the spark of astrophysics that had once fueled your passion. 
As the prospect of returning to school looms on the horizon, you recognize that the journey ahead is both a challenge and an opportunity—a chance to sculpt a future that you can genuinely be proud of, with each completed course marking a triumph over self-doubt and a step closer to the constellations of your dreams.
In the wake of that poignant night where two cherished souls departed, a few months have quietly slipped away. 
In a tender gesture of support, Yuna encourages you to embrace the prospect of love once more. Unlike before, hesitation has no place in your heart this time. 
With newfound courage, you step into the realm of dating, a journey tinged with both vulnerability and hope, as you navigate through the tapestry of emotions woven by the threads of the past and the promises of the future.
Life, a relentless journey, doesn't yield to simplicity, yet within its intricate folds, a subtle transformation occurs. It doesn't unravel swiftly, but with each passing day, it stitches together a mosaic of improvement, a gradual emergence from the shadows into the dappled light of a better tomorrow.
With each sunrise, a symphony of healing orchestrates within you, crescendoing into a melody that resonates louder, and you find solace in the fact that every dawn gifts you a version of yourself stronger and more resilient than the preceding day.
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As winter unfurls its icy embrace, you find solace in the familiar touch of your cherished wool coat, the cozy sanctuary of fluffy sweaters enveloping you like a hug from a dear friend, and the softness of warm socks cradling your every step. 
With a steaming cup of tea in hand, you dive into your studies, the brisk air outside contrasting with the warmth that courses through your veins.
Embarking on the journey to reclaim an unfinished chapter of your life, returning to the hallowed halls of academia, you revel in the triumphant echoes of resilience as you strive to complete the narrative you once set in motion.
As you tread homeward, the city draped in the melancholy hues of twilight, a fleeting silhouette dashes through the alleys, a phantom of darkness. 
For the briefest moment, memories of Kitten's playful escapades dance in your mind, a bittersweet symphony of nostalgia. 
A sigh, heavy with the weight of longing, escapes your lips, yet you trudge forward, navigating the shadows toward the warmth of your home.
In the intimate glow of your kitchen, you conjure a culinary masterpiece, a symphony of flavors orchestrated only for yourself. The sizzle of ingredients harmonizes with the rhythmic beat of your heart, a ritual of self-love that has become your refuge. 
Many a time, you've crafted these delectable creations, some shared in the company of fleeting dates whose presence, like autumn leaves, brushed briefly against the canvas of your life, but leaving no lasting imprint on your heart.
Midway through the mundane task of stowing away dishes, a subtle and mysterious hum reverberates through your abode, originating from the vicinity of your door.
The air is suddenly filled with a familiar, distant melody—a soft and rhythmic meowing that sends a jolt of excitement through you. 
Abandoning your chores, you rush to the door, fingers fumbling with the lock, and there, in all his glory, stands Kitten!
In a flurry of warmth and relief, you scoop up the cold, shivering Kitten into your embrace, quickly closing the door behind him. His meows echo gratitude, and a tender lick against your cheek seals the unspoken bond that time and distance failed to break.
In a million moments, you never fathomed seeing him again. Now, as he rests in your arms, elation courses through you like a celestial symphony, leaving you over the moon with sheer happiness.
His return is a testament to a bond beyond time, a friendship that defies the measure of days. It's not about the duration of his absence; it's about the joyous truth that he returned to you, stitching the fragments of your heart back together.
You rush to your cabinet, your heart pounding with both relief and excitement. Grabbing a can of cat food, you swiftly prepare a feast for Kitten, watching as he eagerly devours the meal, his hunger echoing the void his absence left in your life.
As you stroke Kitten's fur, you can't help but ponder on the mysteries that shroud his disappearance. His body, while not emaciated, carries the silent tales of his adventures. 
You yearn to unravel the chapters of his feline escapades, wishing you could converse with him, share the unspoken hardships, and assure him that he's found a forever home in the warmth of your embrace.
In a breathless whisper, you confess, “I've missed you so much,” the weight of your longing carried in the tenderness of your voice. 
A solitary tear, a testament to the emotions flooding your heart, escapes and dances down your cheek, mirroring the joy of a reunion long yearned for.
As the echoes of your affectionate words linger in the air, Kitten responds with a gentle purr, a harmonious melody that intertwines seamlessly with the sound of him relishing the meal.
Amidst the soft cadence of Kitten's purring, you find solace in the familiar presence of your feline companion. With a sigh, you decide to share the intricacies of the tumultuous journey you've undertaken since his absence. “So much has unfolded, Kitten,” you whisper, your voice a gentle reassurance, “a lot of shit, but also a lot of good.”
As Kitten finishes his meal, he responds with a symphony of content purrs, gracefully padding over to where you crouch. With a playful nudge against your legs, he seems to convey a silent acknowledgment, a shared moment of warmth and connection between old friends.
In the span of a few days, the void that Kitten's absence left has been filled with the comforting rhythm of his presence. You've poured out your heart to him, recounting the events and emotions that unfolded during his time away, as if catching him up on the chapters of your life. 
Kitten, with his attentive eyes and soothing purrs, seems to understand more than most, providing a silent anchor in the storm of your experiences.
As you sink into the soft embrace of your couch, a contented smile plays on your lips. With Kitten nestled beside you, you share a profound realization that has taken root in your heart: ‘I live, so I love.’ The words hang in the air, a testament to the resilience you've found in the face of life's unpredictable twists. The TV hums with background noise, but in that moment, the simple joy of companionship fills the room.
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In the quiet solitude of your apartment, you confide in Kitten, the loyal companion who has witnessed both your joys and sorrows. “I don't think he's coming back,” you murmur, a tinge of sadness lingering in your voice. As if attuned to your emotions, Kitten responds with a gentle meow, a feline reassurance that transcends words. 
In the rhythmic cadence of your words, a sense of vulnerability emerges. “I know, I know. I don't need a man in my life. I get that,” you confess, your voice carrying the weight of self-awareness.
The clinking of utensils against pots and pans provides a subtle percussion to your thoughts as you continue, “But Yoongi was special, you know? Like he just got me... and I just wish for him to be happy doing whatever he's doing.” The aroma of dinner fills the air, mingling with the unspoken sentiments swirling in the room.
As you delicately feed Kitten some steamed broccoli, the notion of reuniting with Yoongi lingers in the air. “If he comes back, you should meet him – I'll introduce you!” The words spill from your lips, carrying a hopeful melody.
As you reminisce about Yoongi, a fond smile plays on your lips. “He's such a wonderful person. And handsome? Oh, his hands,” you begin, tracing the air with your fingers as if you can feel the texture of his presence. Memories flood back, each detail etched in your mind like a cherished photograph. “Long fingers, veiny hands,” you murmur, the words infused with a hint of admiration that even surprises you. The love for this man reverberates in your voice, a quiet confession to the depths of your feelings.
Kitten's melodic meow serenades the room as he gracefully weaves between your feet, his tail coiling affectionately around your calves like a comforting embrace.
“If you meet him, please don’t claw his back out like you did with that other guy. Yoongi is nice.”
With a heavy heart, you confide in Kitten, the weight of your worry evident in the rhythmic tapping of the spatula against the sizzling vegetables. “It's been nearly half a year, and I can't shake the feeling that something might have happened to him,” you murmur, the crackling sounds of the kitchen offering a somber backdrop to your uncertainty.
As the warmth of the meal envelops you and Kitten, you sit together, a silent companionship settling over the room. The simplicity of this moment strikes you, and a quiet realization unfolds – you love your life just as it is. 
In the shared silence, you feel a sense of wholeness, a testimony to the goodness found in life's simplicity. Though your heart may still ache at times, you've come to accept that, too, as a part of the beautiful complexity that makes life what it is.
You're keenly aware that time is the remedy for healing, a gentle but persistent force that gradually eases the ache until one day, the pain will be a distant echo of what it once was.
Your weary limbs protest against the demands of a full-time class schedule and cafe shifts, revealing the hidden challenges of your daily grind. Fatigue clings to you like a shadow, and an involuntary yawn escapes.
With a wearied sigh, you address Kitten, your loyal companion in fatigue. “Ah, Kitten, today's been a battle. I'm going to bed early today,” you murmur, dragging your exhausted body to the bathroom in a nightly ritual. 
Upon returning to your sanctuary, you find Kitten, already nestled in his customary spot, a comforting presence in the silent embrace of the night.
Sinking beneath the cozy duvet, you surrender to its tender embrace, the fabric cocooning you in a haven of softness. With a gentle pat, you acknowledge Kitten, “Thank you for being here,” you murmur before succumbing to the enchantment of dreamland.
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As consciousness tiptoes back into your awareness, the remnants of dreams linger like elusive whispers in your mind. Gently awakening, you open your eyes to find the absence of Kitten.
Your eyes widen in astonishment, and your body tenses as you absorb the scene unfolding before you—a man, peacefully lost in the realm of dreams. 
Your gaze follows the cascade of long, slightly curly, obsidian hair that drapes over his shoulders, tracing the contours of his creamy white skin. The play of morning light reveals a well-defined back, drawing your eyes down the elegant curve of his spine until they come to rest on a small, soft, plum-like ass. The realization hits you like a bolt— he's completely naked!
Why is your heart orchestrating a rapid symphony, each beat echoing in your ears like a thunderous drumroll? And what in the world is a naked stranger doing sprawled across your sheets as though he belongs there?
He slumbers in serene oblivion, emitting soft, melodic sighs that weave through the air, his chest gracefully ascending and descending in rhythmic dance with each tranquil breath.
Wait. 
He seems familiar.
A gasp escapes your lips as you take a closer look, and the realization hits you like a bolt of lightning – it's Yoongi! 
Shock and disbelief intertwine in your chest as you stare at his peaceful slumber.
Confusion and a hint of panic surge through you as your mind races with questions. 
Why is Yoongi in your bed, and why on earth is he naked?
How did Yoongi end up here, and where is Kitten?
A myriad of questions spins through your mind, a turbulent storm of curiosity. As you ponder the mysteries, you belatedly notice Yoongi stirring, gracefully shifting to lie on his back.
Your face burns with embarrassment as the realization dawns that he's still completely naked. Heat rises to your cheeks when his half-erect dick brushes against his stomach, prompting you to instinctively shield your eyes, flustered by the unexpected sight.
You wrestle with the dilemma of whether to disturb his serene slumber or let him continue resting peacefully. The soft innocence in his sleeping form makes the decision more challenging, and you lean towards allowing him to bask in the tranquility of his dreams undisturbed.
Gently, you drape the comforting warmth of your duvet over him, a shield against the chill of the room. With nimble movements, you extract yourself from the bed, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of his slumber.
Confusion seizes your thoughts as you grapple with the surreal scenario—Yoongi peacefully nestled in your bed. You wrack your brain, questioning every sober memory, desperately trying to unearth the missing pieces that would explain his presence.
You step into the kitchen, a fleeting sense of unease prickling at your skin as you scan the room for Kitten, but he remains elusive, leaving a trace of uncertainty in the air.
A twinge of melancholy washes over you as Kitten remains elusive, but you console yourself with the hope that he might return, his absence merely a temporary void in your otherwise comforting routine.
You embark on the simple yet intimate act of preparing two steaming cups of coffee—one for yourself and one for the unexpected visitor who occupies your bed.
You seize a handful of aromatic coffee beans from a vintage jar, letting the rich fragrance envelop you as you crush them under the steady hum of your machine. With precision, you measure out the perfect amount, combining it with hot water, allowing the concoction to brew into a comforting elixir.
While the coffee brews, your mind races with bewildering thoughts about Yoongi's unexpected presence in your bed. Puzzlement clouds your senses as you contemplate every conceivable scenario. 
Did he let himself in? Was there some mysterious way he could have gained access? 
With a touch of anxiety, you even venture to your front door, checking for any signs of unauthorized entry, only to find it securely locked, shrouded in an eerie silence.
You're grappling with the perplexing mystery of Yoongi's appearance in your bed, as if he materialized out of thin air, defying all logic and reason, leaving you spellbound by the inexplicable magic that seems to have woven its way into your ordinary reality.
In the quiet chaos of your thoughts, Yoongi's presence offers more questions than answers, an enigmatic puzzle that seems to defy the ordinary. The absence of Kitten only adds another layer of mystery to the unfolding scene. 
As the coffee machine dings, disrupting the contemplative silence, you're left grappling with the surreal conundrum before you, seeking clarity in the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
With the warmth of freshly brewed coffee in your hands, you reenter the bedroom to discover Yoongi, now alert, draped in your duvet, a captivating silhouette in the soft morning light.
Your greeting falters as you nervously stammer, “H–, Hi,” setting the two mugs of coffee on your nightstand. Yoongi's gaze, sharp and feline-like, traces your every move, creating a palpable tension in the air.
An unfamiliar nervousness grips you in his presence, an unusual sensation considering your usual ease around him. Perhaps it's the fact that he's naked, his gaze akin to a predator eyeing down its prey, intensifying the air with an unspoken tension.
“Hey,” finally breaking the silence, he greets you with a low grumble, scratching his head and letting out a lazy yawn.
His body exudes a captivating blend of softness and defined muscles, a captivating sight that—
His voice, laced with a teasing smirk, breaks the tension. “Can't stop staring at my dick, huh?”
Your throat tightens as you realize you've been caught in the act, silently observing him. Panic sets in – does he think you're a freak now? Fantastic.
You let out a nervous chuckle, deliberately shifting your gaze away from the obvious bulge in the duvet around his lap. “What are you doing here, Yoongi? And why are you naked?” you inquire, genuinely puzzled.
He chuckles, a low sound that sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel a tinge of unease. “You haven't figured it out yet?” he teases, his words hanging in the air, leaving you in suspense.
You must resemble a walking question mark, because his chuckles only intensify. It's as if he finds your confusion amusing, and you're left standing there, desperate for answers in the midst of his enigmatic laughter.
In a soft tone laced with a smirk, he utters, “Kitten.”
Your gaze fixates on him, bewildered. Kitten? Is he referring to your cat?
Your jaw drops as he gracefully emerges from the bed, the duvet cascading off his frame. In his unabashed nudity, he strides toward you.
He inches closer, the proximity almost causing your lips to collide. A surge of warmth courses through you when he delicately tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I’m a shapeshifter,” his revelation hangs in the air, the weight of it palpable, and as he locks eyes with you, searching for any flicker of discomfort, the truth settles. Before you can process it fully, he leans in, capturing your lips with an irresistible surge of passion.
His lips, soft and inviting, embark on a slow yet passionate dance, as if reuniting with a long-lost lover. Responding eagerly, you part your lips, allowing the kiss to deepen, and in that electrifying moment, your entire body succumbs to a sensation akin to melting butter.
You yield to his touch, molding your body to his as you sense the undeniable hardness of his arousal intimately pressing against your core.
Fuck.
In the midst of the heated moment, you draw back slightly to meet his gaze, the question hanging in the air, “So... you're Kitten?”
He offers no verbal response, just a low, affirmative hum, before plunging back into another intoxicating kiss.
You surrender to the sensation, feeling the firm grip of his hands on your waist as they journey upward beneath the fabric of your well-worn shirt.
His touch ignites a trail of sensations, tracing a path across your body, sending electric shivers as he lifts your shirt, gently grazing against the contours of your breasts.
Under the intensity of his gaze, your body responds, a flush of heat spreading through you, your nipples hardening in response. He emits a low, satisfied hum, as if relishing the effect he has on you.
Effortlessly, he works to level the playing field, swiftly undressing you as if in a race against time. With a purposeful tug, he eases your shorts down, a silent declaration of his desire.
Bare before him, clad only in a simple black panty adorned with delicate pink hearts, you can't shake the vulnerability coursing through you. A sudden urge to conceal yourself washes over, a reaction to the raw exposure in this intimate moment.
“Don't shy away, you're stunning,” Yoongi murmurs, his firm grip on your hips drawing you closer to his naked body. The undeniable heat of his arousal presses against your core, a tangible reminder of the desire smoldering between you.
Gratitude escapes your lips in a hushed tone, your cheeks tinged with a warm blush.
��Now, let’s get these off you, yeah?” with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he hooks his fingers inside the fabric of your panties, teasingly tugging them down. He pauses, seeking your consent, before sensually sliding them all the way down your legs.
As he slides your panties down, a sudden awareness of your arousal hits you, intensified by the cool rush of air against your heated core.
As they fall to the floor, Yoongi swiftly snatches up your panties, bringing them to his face to inhale the intoxicating essence of your arousal, his eyes darkening with desire.
Why does that look so utterly sinful, setting off a delicious rush of arousal coursing through your veins, leaving you breathless in its wake?
As the intoxicating scent of you envelops him, he murmurs, “Damn, you smell good,” his eyes dilating with an unmistakable hunger.
“I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”
In the raw vulnerability of your shared nakedness, he guides your body back to the bed, gently laying you down, his presence a magnetic force, hovering above you.
He immerses himself in the expanse of your neck, a symphony of sensations unfolding – a delicate ballet of tender kisses, followed by the electrifying nip of his teeth grazing the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
You moan in unabashed pleasure, your hands instinctively seeking refuge on his chiseled pectorals, anchoring yourself amidst the rising waves of bliss.
Yoongi's gaze shifts to the mirror positioned strategically in front of your bed. “I've been meaning to ask,” he smirks, locking eyes with you, “why do you have a mirror in front of your bed?”
You squirm beneath him, breath catching.”'It's part of my wardrobe panels,” you admit, your voice a fragile melody.
He chuckles, a low and enticing sound, his smirk dancing on his lips. “I don't think that's why the whole panel is mirrors,” he says, sitting up slightly. His finger traces a slow, teasing path from your collarbones to your breasts, sending shivers of anticipation racing through your body.
He leans in, his breath sending a shiver down your spine, and in a deep, low voice, he murmurs into your ear, “You're a dirty one, aren't you?”
His degrading words make your breath hitch instantly, and you involuntarily clench your thighs together. As you shake your head in disagreement, he just smirks, unconvinced.
His chuckle resonates in the room as he asks, “Do you enjoy watching yourself in the mirrors?” Sitting up, he moves to the foot of the bed, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark.
He gracefully steps out of the bed, casting a predatory gaze as he hovers over you, an aura of irresistible allure surrounding him.
With unwavering determination, he declares, “You're going to watch yourself in the mirror as I fuck your pussy with my tongue.” In a single, fluid motion, he seizes both of your thighs, pulling you to the foot of the bed, sending a thrilling jolt through your senses.
Despite the heat coursing through your entire being, a light chuckle escapes your lips. However, the mirth dissipates as you lock eyes with the intensity in Yoongi's dark gaze.
“Sit up,” his command echoes through the room, and as he gracefully lowers himself between your legs, a thrilling anticipation courses through the air.
From your elevated position, you admire the tousled chaos of his hair, a disheveled masterpiece that only enhances his captivating allure. His eyes gleam with a mischievous spark, a silent promise of the intensity that is about to unfold.
You seize his cheeks with urgency, your voice dripping with desire, a fervent plea escaping your lips, “Fuck. Yoongi, please eat me out.”
He moistens his lips with a teasing chuckle, descending eagerly towards your already soaked center.
He expertly widens the gap between your legs, creating a perfect haven for himself before delving into your pussy with fervent devotion.
With a tantalizing finesse, he starts with a subtle stroke of his tongue along your folds, gradually ascending to the apex of your clit, eliciting a fervent moan that echoes in the room.
As waves of pleasure cascade through you, your fingers instinctively entwine in his tousled locks, gently pulling as he skillfully devotes his attention to the exquisite dance of his tongue and lips on your pulsating core.
Gasping for breath, your anticipation mounts, every nerve tingling with pleasure, as Yoongi's rhythmic strokes across your intimate folds propel you toward a climax, your toes curling in ecstasy.
Pausing momentarily, he murmurs in appreciation, “You taste even better than you smell, Kitten,” his words sending a shiver down your spine.
You're on the verge of asking him about the nickname ‘Kitten,’ but his tongue explores your folds, leaving you breathless and unable to form words.
Your question dissolves in the heat of the moment, the building climax taking center stage as you lose yourself in the pursuit of pleasure.
Lost in the waves of ecstasy, you can't resist the urge to surrender, closing your eyes as Yoongi works his magic with undeniable expertise.
“No, no, no. Look at yourself in the mirror, Kitten.”
“Why do—” before you can finish your question, it fades away on your tongue as Yoongi plunges back into pleasuring your core with a renewed intensity, leaving your thoughts swallowed by the whirlwind of sensations.
As you glance at the mirror, you catch a glimpse of your own blissful expression, framed by Yoongi's tousled black hair nestled between your thighs. The sight is nothing short of breathtaking, a sight of pleasure that leaves you utterly captivated.
The provocative scene unfolding in the mirror intensifies your arousal, your breath hitching in tandem with the escalating desire pulsating through your veins.
“Yoongi, I’m—” your plea catches in your throat as Yoongi skillfully responds, his hand finding your pulsating clit, heightening the pleasure while he continues to ravish you with his insatiable tongue.
His fingers dance in rhythmic circles over your throbbing clit, coaxing the tension from your core. As the knot unravels, a wave of blissful release washes over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in its wake.
Ecstasy courses through your veins, your toes curling, muscles tightening, and in that moment, an unexpected surge of pleasure hits you like a sneeze that never comes. You release a symphony of moans, surrendering to the intense climax that Yoongi skillfully orchestrates with his talented tongue.
He continues to suck, savoring every drop of your essence, an insatiable thirst in his eyes matching the fervor of the intimate dance between your bodies.
As the intensity peaks, you gently tap his shoulder, signaling him to withdraw. He complies with a sensual slurp, leaving you breathless and tingling with the echoes of pleasure.
A mischievous grin stretches across his face as he licks his lips, “You're incredible, Kitten.”
You arch an eyebrow, curiosity coloring your tone, “Why do you keep calling me ‘Kitten’? You’re Kitten.”
He erupts in laughter, a symphony that resonates through the room, his chest rising and falling with the melody of mirth, and in that moment, he's a captivating masterpiece.
“Do I really look like a Kitten to you?” he inquires, a playful glint in his eyes as he gently nudges you back onto the bed.
Your words stumble as you search for a response, “Not really,” you admit, offering him a small yet tender smile.
“But you look cute and sweet, like a good Kitten,” he murmurs, his hands exploring the curves of your breasts.
A low moan escapes your lips as he teases your nipples with a playful twist, igniting a fresh surge of desire that pools in the growing heat between your thighs.
As you ache for the feel of his throbbing length, you attempt to grab hold of him, but like a fleeting mirage, he skillfully eludes your touch, leaving you yearning for the intimate connection that inches away with each evasive movement.
“Nah. I just want to fuck you silly,” he rasps, eyes tracing every bead of sweat on your flushed skin, reveling in the primal rhythm of your hurried breaths.
“If you want to, that is?” he teases, his voice a sultry whisper, as he takes control, guiding himself between your legs with a confident hand that promises a morning full of pleasure.
As you feel the weight of his gaze, you gulp, wondering how, in that heated moment, he could question what you crave. It's undeniable – you want him, and the intensity of your desire hangs in the air between you, palpable and unspoken.
Your breath catches as you respond, the words tumbling from your lips in a heated rush, “Fuck, yes, Yoongi. I want you inside me, now,” the urgency in your voice betraying the intensity of your desire.
A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he replies, “Please” with a teasing glint in his eyes.
“‘Please’ what?”
“Say ‘please’.”
You huff, incredulous at his audacity. The desire in his eyes is undeniable, and he seems to enjoy the game. Part of you rebels, tempted to be a brat just to irk him, but the need for his touch overrides any resistance. You crave his intimacy, aching for his dick despite the defiance lingering in the air.
“Fuck this,” you grumble, frustration evident in your voice. In that fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of Yoongi pulling back, as if reconsidering his stance.
“Please! Don’t leave,” you plead desperately, your sincerity laid bare. The smirk on his face deepens, as if savoring the intensity of your plea.
“Please fuck me, Yoongi.”
His satisfaction evident, he rewards you with a swift kiss before aligning himself with your eager entrance, anticipation humming in the air.
Your arousal has reached a point where there's no discomfort, just a perfect fit as he slides into you, your wetness welcoming and enveloping him seamlessly.
He hisses as he eases into your warm, tight walls, and you can feel him doing his best to restrain himself.
You release a breathy huff as he fully penetrates, his balls gently meeting the warmth of your folds.
He lets out a guttural groan as he steadies himself, withdrawing only to plunge back in with an intensity that sends shivers through your body.
In this intimate position, with him above you, every nuance of his pleasure is on full display—the way his nose scrunches in delight, his soft lips occasionally nibbling the bottom one in sheer ecstasy.
Between each thrust, he can't help but express his amazement, his voice low and husky, “Damn. You're so tight.”
You know. It’s been awhile. 
As he moves within you with an increased rhythm, his hands find your breasts, skillfully massaging them in sync with his fervent thrusts, creating a symphony of pleasure that courses through your entire body.
Ecstasy courses through you, and in the midst of your fervent pleasure, you can't help but release a breathless exclamation, “Fuck, Yoongi!”
Every skillful thrust seems to find its mark, synchronized with the enticing dance of his fingers on your hardened nipples. Pleasure envelops you, clouding your thoughts in a haze of ecstasy.
Your pleasure intensifies as Yoongi skillfully pinches your nipples, eliciting a symphony of moans that harmonize with the rhythmic dance of his passionate thrusts.
Sensations ripple through you, and the desire to reciprocate Yoongi's pleasure builds within you. You yearn to give him the same ecstasy he's generously bestowed upon you.
Amidst the rhythmic cadence of Yoongi's thrusts, a bold request escapes your lips. Your gaze, laced with desire, meets his, and with a subtle plea in your eyes, you softly murmur, “Yoongi—, I want to ride you. Please.”
With a devilish grin, Yoongi withdraws from your embrace, reclining on the bed, his eyes ablaze with anticipation.
His voice, laced with desire, sends shivers down your spine as he commands, “Then you're gonna watch in the mirrors as you fuck yourself on my dick,” reclining with his head angled towards the mirrors.
Mounting him, you position yourself strategically, both of you reflected in the mirror—a tantalizing image of entangled limbs, the intensity of the moment etched in your heaving, sweat-glistened bodies.
Grasping his throbbing dick, he hisses in anticipation as you deftly align your eager entrance with his cock.
With a fluid motion, you descend onto his rigid cock, your velvet walls enveloping him in a tight, intoxicating embrace.
From below, Yoongi savors the view, his gaze lingering on the contours of your face, as if committing every detail to memory.
You guide the rhythm, your hands finding stability on his sculpted chest, setting the pace as you ride him with a mix of determination and desire.
Your movements cascade, a slow dance that gradually builds momentum, each rise and fall carrying a symphony of pleasure and anticipation.
As you gaze upon your reflection, the flush of arousal paints your cheeks, your disheveled hair framing your face like an unruly halo, and your breasts dance in perfect harmony with the rhythm of your passionate movements.
The person in the mirror seems like a stranger, a sensual revelation you never knew existed within you. The mirrors, always present but never before utilized for sex, now reflect a version of yourself that’s both thrilling and new.
Heat courses through your veins, an intoxicating blend of arousal and empowerment, as you observe your own uninhibited reflection. With newfound vigor, you escalate the rhythm, riding Yoongi more vigorously. His appreciative groans and tender gaze mirror the intensity of the moment.
Unbridled desire takes over as your hands instinctively find their way to Yoongi's neck. Without a conscious thought, your fingers glide over the warmth of his skin, gently encircling his throat.
An electrifying jolt courses through you as you sense Yoongi's involuntary twitch within you, and you catch the ragged rhythm of his breath.
Panic courses through you, and you hastily retract your hands, realizing with a shock that you had unintentionally exerted pressure on Yoongi's throat. ���Oh my God! I'm so sorry!” you blurt out, your apology a mix of concern and embarrassment.
“It's fine, Kitten. I like it,” he reassures you with a devilish grin, seizing your hands and guiding them back around his neck, his eyes sparking with a hint of mischief.
You shoot him a concerned glance, pausing your movements to ensure he's okay. Once he reassures you with a nod, signaling his approval, you dive back into the rhythm you had before.
With a newfound boldness, you tighten your grip around his throat, drawing out another satisfying twitch from him. His reaction sends a surge of pleasure through you as he hits that sweet spot, causing a kaleidoscope of sensations that make you see stars.
Your unrestrained moans fill the room, a symphony of desire that intertwines with the rhythmic sounds of your bodies colliding. The sight of Yoongi unraveling beneath your touch fuels a primal arousal, and you revel in the raw passion that courses through every fiber of your being.
“Fuck!” you pant.
“I’m gonna come,” you confess, the words escaping on a ragged breath, as you impale yourself on his dick. You’re body trembling as you hold the moment, savoring the anticipation before the inevitable plunge into ecstasy.
With a tender touch, you withdraw your hands from his throat, leaning down to kiss him. Your lips meet his in a dance of passion, tracing a path from his mouth to the very spots your fingers had claimed on his neck moments ago.
His low, guttural groan harmonizes with the rhythm as you ascend, reclaiming your perch on him. The dance begins anew, your body moving with purpose, riding the waves of pleasure set in motion by each calculated bounce on his throbbing length.
Yoongi's hands eagerly envelop your breasts, his fingers dancing with the rhythm of your fervent movements. With each descent onto him, you feel a surge of pleasure building, the shared pursuit of ecstasy driving you both towards the brink of blissful release.
His fingers deftly find your sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. The sensation is so intense that a fractured, high-pitched man escapes your lips, your back arching involuntarily in the exquisite dance of pleasure and pain.
As your walls instinctively clench around his pulsating dick, you witness the pleasure etched across his face, a delightful scrunching of his features that mirrors the ecstasy coursing through both of you.
“Yoongi, I’m com—,” you gasp, a desperate plea laced in your voice. Your words are unnecessary; the vice-like grip of your walls and the erratic cadence of your breath already convey the impending release that hangs thick in the air.
“Come all over my dick,” he smirks through a groan, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Watch yourself fall apart in the mirror.”
How can this man ignite such an intense flame within you? The knot in your stomach tightens once more, and as you surrender to it, a primal, drawn-out moan escapes your lips, echoing the depths of your desire.
With unyielding eyes, you lock onto your own reflection in the mirror as ecstasy courses through you, marking the moment you climax on his d*ck. Your rhythmic bouncing falters, but Yoongi, sensing your need, seizes your hips and propels the pace, driving you deeper into the intoxicating whirlwind of pleasure.
Your mouth hangs open, breaths rapid and erratic, akin to the aftermath of a sprint, while every inch of your body throbs with the residual heat of a fervent blaze.
“So beautiful—FUCK!” he moans, powering into you with an astonishing velocity, sending shivers down your spine.
His hold on your hips tightens, your hands finding refuge on his sculpted chest for support. Your body teeters on the edge of weightlessness and grounding, as if you'd unravel if Yoongi's firm grasp on your hips faltered.
Despite the fatigue washing over you, a surge of determination courses through your veins. Summoning the last reserves of your strength, you entwine your fingers around his neck once more. You sense the impending release in Yoongi's every movement, and you're determined to be the catalyst that propels him over the edge.
The moment your grip tightens around his throat, a powerful surge reverberates through his dick within you, sending intoxicating waves of pleasure coursing through your body. It's an electrifying sensation, making every touch between you more intense and satisfying.
With an intense squeeze, you lock eyes with Yoongi, a plea in your gaze. “Fill me up, Yoongi.”
In a primal release, he surrenders to the moment, thrusting into you with an erratic rhythm, coating your walls with the warmth of his climax.
“Ahh,” he pants, the rush of air filling his lungs as you release your grip on his neck, both of you engulfed in the aftermath of shared release.
You watch him in amazement as his fervent thrusts subside, and he eases into the embrace of your bed, a portrait of passion painted across his beautiful face.
As he gradually softens within you, you take the initiative to lift yourself off him, both of your essences clinging to your skin, a residue of your shared passion that you welcome without reservation.
As you recline beside him, a soft chuckle escapes your lips, a shared breathlessness enveloping both of you. The air in the room is charged with the echo of passion, leaving a tangible energy that binds your entangled forms together.
Breathless and sporting a satisfied grin, he turns to you, his eyes filled with a post-passion glow. “Fuck that was incredible,”' he murmurs, capturing the shared intensity of the moment in the curve of his smile.
An undeniable contentment colors your voice as you respond, “Yeah,” savoring the echoes of pleasure that linger in the air.
Suddenly, a spark of realization ignites within you, propelling you to move with swift purpose. You crawl back on top of him, a burst of energy that startles him, like a surprise in the midst of shared afterglow.
“Why did you leave me?” you inquire, a tinge of accusation laced with the bitter notes in your voice. “Without a word or a farewell. Why did you disappear without a trace?”
His eyes widen momentarily before giving way to an expression of anguish and sadness. A tug at your heart intensifies, as his face alone tells a story you fear can't be good.
He begins with a heavy admission, meeting your eyes with earnest sincerity, “My brother died.”
Your words stumble out in a rush, “Oh, God! I'm so sorry!” The unexpected revelation leaves you fumbling for the right response.
His words flow, carrying a weight of anger and grief, “It's alright. ButI felt so much anger and grief, you know?” he explains, “so much so that I couldn't shapeshift and was stuck in my cat form.”
You exhale a soft ‘aha’ at his words, and the realization washes over you— he was grappling with his own demons, just as you were.
“When I'm consumed by intense emotions, I lose control of my ability to shapeshift, and, and—” You witness a tearful welling in his eyes, prompting you to gently cup his cheeks, reassuring him that it's okay.
“I just wanted to be alone and I didn’t want to burden you…” A few tears spill from his eyes, and you tenderly catch them with your gentle fingers.
You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, finding solace in the curve of his neck, where his soft minty scent envelops you like a comforting embrace.
“I am so fucking sorry you had to endure that. I understand, truly. But you would never be a burden to me,” you express, gazing into his eyes with a tenderness that echoes your sincerity.
“I want to be there for you,” you declare, your own tears mirroring the empathy in your eyes.
“Ah, shit. I didn’t mean to cry. But, you know, I understand,” you say, your words accompanied by a wry smile as tears trickle down your face and onto Yoongi’s cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. I know. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” 
He seizes your cheeks, tugging you into a tender and unhurried kiss. Time loses its grip, and you're oblivious to the remnants of his seed mingling with your essence, creating a slippery trail between your pussy and his still-slick pelvis.
Lost in the rhythm of your kisses with Yoongi, you surrender to the moment, where every touch feels like a missing puzzle piece seamlessly falling into place.
The two cups of coffee are long forgotten.
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Authors note (3): Thank you so very much if you have made it this far 😭 I know this story is a lot – I’ve been dealing with a lot of different stuff for many years, and some of it just got to be too much a few weeks ago, and this story popped into my head. It was therapeutic to write. I don’t know if people will like it or not, but in the end, that’s not what it’s about. It will just exist here.
If you struggle with any of these subjects or emotions, you’re always welcome in my inbox – I’m not a trained psychologist or anything, though! But sometimes it is better to voice your feelings, than struggling in silence. Everybody’s welcome 🫂
I hope you’re doing well. Thank you for you 💜
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natigail · 2 years ago
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Fics I posted/updated in 2022 - natigail
Broke, Gay and New in Town (Phan, 268k+ (wip), Stardew Valley AU, farmer!Dan, BnB owner!Phil, magical realism, finding yourself)
돈't Lie (at least not to me) (Seventeen, 109k+ (wip), Jeonghan/Joshua, Mafia AU, mafia!JH, doctor!JS, childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers)
strike a deal, kiss my lips (Phan, 106.5k, magical AU, witch!Phil, demon!Dan, enemies to lovers, magical bond)
Rest in the Belly of the Wolf (Stray Kids, 86k+ (wip), Minho/3RACHA, magical AU, witch!Minho, werewolves!3RACHA, polyamerous pack, aspec characters)
The Vampire Client (Stray Kids, 56.5k, Minho/Jisung, magical AU, vampire!JS, laywer!MH, courtroom drama, innocent client)
Don't say you're okay because you're not (BTS, 62.6k, Namjoon/Yoongi, producers AU, strangers to friends to lovers, mental health issues)
even in a chocolate shop, you’re the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen (Stray Kids, 32.9k, Minho/Jisung, chocolate shop AU, repair man!Minho, pining)
The Tiger on the Mountain (Seventeen, 27.3k, Soonyoung/Jihoon, magical AU, tiger shapeshifter!Hoshi, producer!Woozi, forced cohabitation)
The Journal of Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriach and Wei Ying (The Untamed, 13.9k (hiatus), Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, journal entries matching the show)
The city is so loud (but you drown out all the noise) (Phan, 8.5k, magical AU, werewolf!Phil, human/werewolf relationship, moving in together)
maybe humans got one thing right (their capacity for love) (BTS, 8.5k, Yoongi/Taehyung, magical AU, vampire!Yoongi, alien!Taehyung, first meeting)
돈't Worry (at least not about me) (Seventeen, 4.8k, Jeonghan & Soonyoung, mafia AU, first meeting, unrequited crush)
🌸 cherry blossom 🌸  (Phan, 4.2k, reality, domestic fluff, introspection)
Welcome home! (never leave that long again) (Phan, 4k, reality, touch-starved, coming home from tour)
"But did we actually make it? Will we ever?" (Stranger Things, 3.5k, Steve & Robin, canon, post-season 4, grief, coming out)
I will never make you lonely | #LoveSTAY (Stray Kids, 3.2k, Bang Chan & Reader, met in a dream)
security! (Phan, 3.1k, reality, domestic, introspection)
More than 2 and a half weeks (Phan, 2.4k, reality, leaving for tour)
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imlyfie · 2 years ago
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Hiiii looking for BTS x BTS 1x1 rp partners who are 18+ !
•I'd like to make friends with the people i write with, and i tend to write 2-3 paras but shorter, more rapid fire para replies are okay as well. My replies can vary in time as i am a student and i may not always be consistent but i reply to give regular replies, I’ll do my best to always keep you updated!
• I won’t rush you for replies, so please don’t rush me either, I expect mutual respect both for me as an admin and for my chsrscters and you can expect the same respect to be given back (unless its nsfw...and discussed beforehand)! Im fairly new to these roleplay biz in Tumblr but i have roleplayed before.
•BTW i get if youre busy, but pls respond within 1 working week (if you decide to pause rp with me, would respond late because or irl responsibilities, pls tell me and until how long or if you wanna end it. Dont leave me hanging 🙏🙏🙏) I'll inform if i'd respond late as well.
• The ship i mostly prefer and usually comfortable with writing would be taekook or yoonkook (i am open to other ships as well), and in terms of fc i’m mostly comfortable writing JK but I’m also open to write Taehyung/Yoongi. Pls no OCs(or fem) i mostly stick to the boys.
• If nsfw themes are involved, i’m looking for someone who’s more comfortable writing top/dom/power bottom/switch in terms of dynamics as i like doing sub/bottom/switch/service top(sub top).
And please no hardcore (read : extreme kinks or disgusting stuff like waterworks). Always feel free to discuss limitations with me before we start. And if you have an opinion on how u'd like the story to flow, tell me directly and dont sugar coat.
•Preferred place to rp is in discord. Dm if interested but don't spam here because this is my private acc.
Please keep these in mind!
I have a bunch of different AUs i'd like to play out in terms of plot
-Mythical creatures (ie mermaid/witch/fairy)AU
-Shapeshifters AU
-A/B/O (pack/modern) AU
-Royalty AU
-College AU
-Idol/Actor/Youtuber AU
-Cafe AU
-Hybrid AU
-Ceo AU
(We can discuss tropes in convos here in dms before moving onto discord if that is okay :))
Those are it for now but feel free if you have more ideas or have questions.
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btsugarush · 2 years ago
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I have this fic idea in the works, it's this whole world building as a bts!au cyberpunk, with fkn vampires, shapeshifters, androids, etc. if you've ever seen bladerunner, it's quite similar - with totalitarianism, megacorp company that runs a dystopia earth (it's ceo/vampire!yoongi x oc/reader [for the plot] but the boys are highly in it)
I'm too nervous to put on tumblr bc I'm afraid no one will like it, hahaha- anyway, any tips? I'm a dark fic writer, and I always hesitate to put darker thematically written works of mine out.
note: I'm a literature and film major in uni, so this stuff is practically what I do for a living ☠️
Hi! I hope I’m not replying to this late. For whatever reason tumblr doesn’t send me notifications for my actual inbox. I really like that idea. I love dystopian stories, movies, tv shows (Alice in borderland). I personally have not seen bladerunner but I’ve played the game cyberpunk so I get the gist.
I’d say if you’re hesitant about the traction, start off with a m.list with the description, paring, etc. then post a teaser and see how many people get attracted to the plot. That’s what I did with Gangsta as it’s my most popular. Hope that helps! I’m bad with tips LMAO.
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concealedrecs · 1 year ago
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Fic: if you and I are together we can smile
author: morelenmir
Fandom: BTS
Pairing: Kim Namjoon/Min Yoongi
Rating: Explicit
Length: 22678
Recommendation: I love a good witch AU as well as anyone else and this one was really interesting. It does have trans Min Yoonji, which if that isn't your thing please don't interact. This has crow shapeshifter Namjoon, Bangtan siblings and more and was honestly just a delight to read.
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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 6 years ago
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Protection Squad - Thirteen
13/15
A kind woman offers you a place of work at the animal shelter she owns and one of the animals seems to take a strong liking to you. You thought Suga was just like any other cat you happened to meet in therapy. You realise how wrong you were when he reveals his true self to you in order to do everything he can to prevent anything hurting you ever again.
Pairing- Reader (Y/N) x Suga [or is it… :)) ]
Genre - Shapeshifter!BTS & magic AU
Warning- multiple possible triggers; Mental disorders talked about and portrayed (depression, anxiety , suicidal thoughts and acts) abuse . near death . plus possibly more . If you are uncertain if you can read, privately message me about what you wish to avoid and I’ll tell you if the story contains it.
Protection Squad Masterlist
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For weeks, you didn't leave your house, you hardly left your room and you certainly didn't touch your phone. If you had, you would've seen the dozens of calls and texts from Molly and the guys, especially Yoongi. He had text you every day and after the third day, you let your phone die. If you had kept it charged, you would've seen the messages telling you that Yoongi needed you. That you needed to respond to him, he was slipping down because he didn't know what to do without you in his life. At least when he walked away from you all those weeks ago, your mutual friends could relay your wellbeing to him, tell him you were still alive and going about your life even if you weren't yourself. At least back then, he knew you were still okay. But you weren't talking to anyone and he feared the worst. Many times he tried to convince Molly to let him go to your house but she refused. Every time he tried, he found himself back at the apartment due to the charm she had placed on him without him realising until he left. If you had charged your phone, you would've seen the voicemails from Yoongi and heard him rambling on about how important you were to him, how in love he was with you. But, you didn't so you didn't read any of the messages, you didn't hear his confessions.
Exactly a month after you woke up in Yoongi's bed, you woke up feeling oddly numb. You got up without issue and went to the bathroom to use the toilet and brush your teeth. You returned to your bedroom to sit up to your computer and type up a letter. You read it through and printed it. You got dressed and tucked the letter into an envelope that you wrote Molly's full name on then tucked it into your hoodie pocket. You went downstairs and hugged your mum who was in the kitchen. She was surprised at your presence so early in the day. It was only 8:30am and lately, you didn't get out of bed until 4pm.
"I love you." You muttered and she held you tight.
"I love you too." She replied.
You let go and made your way into the living room where your dad was sat on the sofa watching TV. You sat next to him and cuddled up to his side. He put down the remote to hold you close.
"Are you alright?" He asked. You nodded. You weren't sure if it was a lie or not.
"I love you." You stated.
"I love you too." He replied holding you tighter and resting his head on top of yours.
You let go and so did he reluctantly.
"I'm going to the shelter." You announced getting up and going to the entrance hall. You put your boots on and left.
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Looking up at the shelter you understood why it always looked odd to you. There were clearly only two floors of the building, the ground floor and the first floor. You knew there was another level from your time in the apartment but as you had never been up to to the second floor, your brain easily dismissed it when you stood outside. But now standing there looking up at the building, you knew there was an entire floor missing. You wondered what kind of magic that was briefly but you didn't linger on it.
Lowering your gaze, you saw a familiar face at the entrance door.
Ever since your first day, Hobi had greeted you but for the first time, his human form stood there, staring at you longingly and waiting patiently for you to approach. You saw his hands twitching at his side and knew he wanted to walk over to you but he was waiting for you. He didn't want to do anything you didn't want.
Silently, you walked forward and he moved to let you into the building.
"Is Molly here?" You asked simply.
"She's upstairs." He murmured. "How are you?"
"Can I go up?" Hoseok paused, he wanted to know how you were, it had been so long since he last saw you. He didn't even see you when you woke from the sedative, the last he saw of you, he had pushed you out of the way and knocked you to the floor.
"I'm sorry."
"Does she not want to see me?"
"No, not that." He reached out and took your hand carefully into his own. You looked down at your connected hands then up at him, not a single emotion showing on your features. It hurt his heart. "For everything that happened."
"I'm not mad."
"I hurt you, I pushed you."
"I understand why, you were trying to protect me. I'm not mad." You repeated. Despite wanting to talk about it all, Hoseok nodded and let your hand go. It was clear you didn't want to entertain him.
"I'll lock the door then we can go up." He announced.
"I can go alone, it's okay, I only want to give her something." Hoseok paused for a second on his way to lock the entrance door but quickly continued and shook his head.
"No, everyone wants to see you, I'll lock up." He insisted and you didn't have the energy to argue.
It took only a few minutes for Hoseok to secure the reception area and flick the sign to closed. Then, you were walking alongside him through the hallway.
"Noona." You looked over as you passed the kitchen to see Jungkook and Jimin stood there. You didn't stop walking so they ignored their tasks to follow you.
Like always, the apartment door was wide open when you approached. Hoseok entered first and you followed to the living room.
Molly and Seokjin were sat on the couch leant forward to stare at the mass of papers spread over the coffee table. They looked like official documents and when you got closer, you recognised the logo for the local university on one of the sheets.
"Oh, Y/N." Molly greeted with a soft smile. "It's good to see you again."
"We just finished breakfast but I can make you some if you want, I know you love my omelettes." Jin grinned.
"No thank you." You replied plainly and they both frowned.
Feet scurried down the stairs and to the living room but you didn't look over.
"I'm only here to give you this." You took the envelope from your pocket to hand to Molly.
"What's this?" She asked a little too quietly to not already know.
"My letter of resignation." The room fell eerily silent as if a heaviness took over stopping everyone from making a single noise. At least until Yoongi's destroyed tone pierced the air.
"No!" He argued stomping over from the doorway to grab you, turning your body to look at him.
He looked as broken as you felt. Deep, dark purple bags under his eyes. Sunken cheeks. Pale skin. Greasy, messy hair. But he still had emotions floating around in his eyes, even if it was dull. Your eyes were empty even looking at him.
"You can't resign!" He spat. "You need to be here! We need you!"
"I can't be around any of you anymore." You spoke bluntly, pushing his hands off your shoulders and stepping back to look at the faces.
Everyone was in the room, even Namjoon and Taehyung had appeared upon hearing your presence finally return.
"W-what?" Hoseok sputtered. "Y/N, no, please don't hate us."
"I don't hate you." You clarified, letting your eyes rest on him as you spoke. "I just don't trust any of you anymore."
"I-I don't think that's any better." He tried to joke but he couldn't even muster the power to force a smile let alone put humour into his tone.
"I worked here for months, you let me into your home, I let you into my life, into my heart but not once did any of you try to hint at the truth." You looked over at them all, making certain they all knew how serious you were. How serious the situation was. "You hid your true selves from me, you lied to me for months about who you are. If you can lie about your DNA, what else could you possibly lie about?"
"Nothing, there's nothing else we've hidden from you." Yoongi rushed. "Please Y/N, please believe me."
"I wish I could Yoongi, I really do but, I can't. You betrayed my trust and I don't take that lightly. I had enough issues giving people my trust but I tried hard for you all, I trusted you each entirely, I would've told you everything, I would've given you everything you asked but you couldn't even tell me who you are. You've lost my trust and I can't remain here with people I distrust so much." Your full attention turned to Molly then. "I won't ever ask for a recommendation, I won't even put this place down on my CV so don't worry about being contacted in regards to me in the future."
"You can put me down, I'll happily give glowing recommendations." She insisted.
"No, I'd rather try and forget about this place and everyone here." Your words struck deep in every single one of them but you didn't even care. You felt no guilt. You felt no sadness. You felt nothing.
"You can't do that, Y/N, you're needed here," Molly stated strongly. "Your fate is entwined with us all, some more than others. You shouldn't try and fight your fate, Y/N, bad things happen to those who do."
"No offence but, I couldn't care less about fate and what bad things the world has in store for me. Whatever happens, happens. I'm not fighting anything I'm just...doing what I need to." Not wanting to stick around anymore, you turned and started to leave the room.
"Your path lead you here for a reason, Y/N!" Molly called. "Your destiny is right here in this room." Her words passed straight over you. You had no idea what she meant but you didn't want to humour her. You had never put much faith in destiny, you preferred to believe you made your own path and the destination was down to you.
Nobody stopped you from leaving though you did hear scuffling as if someone tried but was stopped. You suspected Yoongi had been the one to try and follow you. You were right.
When they heard the back exit to the shelter close firmly, Jimin and Namjoon let go of Yoongi. He stayed rooted to the spot for a moment before shifting his body and leaving the room as Suga.
The moment he heard the door shut behind you, something dark twisted inside him. Something like a bad, nagging feeling. It didn't sit right with him. Your whole behaviour didn't sit right with him. Your presence was off, as if you weren't even you anymore, as if a big part of you was missing and it made the back of Yoongi's neck tingle.
So, Suga snuck out of the building and followed your scent.
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For an hour, Suga slunk along behind you, keeping a close eye on you as you walked through the streets. Suddenly, you looked over at the oncoming traffic and stuck your arm out. Suga tensed up, wondering what the hell you were doing but then a bus stopped on the road in front of you and he noticed the bus stop behind you.
He panicked immediately, wondering what the hell he was going to do. The driver certainly wouldn't let a cat on the bus and he couldn't turn back into Yoongi, you'd see him and know he had been following you. Also, he didn't have any money on him to pay the fare even if he could sneak on the vehicle without you noticing.
Suga stood and watched helplessly as the bus drove away. His eyes quickly scanned the retreating vehicle to catch the number and destination. It was the next town over and he only grew more lost and confused. What business did you have there? Why would you go there and why the hell did it make the horrible feeling in his stomach spread to his chest?
Suga ran into a dark alley between two stores only to come back out seconds later as Yoongi.
He looked around desperately before rushing into the store to his left. It was a little family run cafe.
"Do you have a phone?" He asked as soon as he was at the counter. The middle-aged woman behind it looked at him puzzled. "I'm stranded with no phone, I need to call someone to pick me up. I need to be with my girlfriend right now, I can't explain but she needs me. I think she's in trouble." He confessed. The woman considered Yoongi for a moment, wondering if he was a crazy man who just wanted to steal her phone. But the desperation and look of anguish on his face convinced her.
"Okay, sure." She pulled her mobile from her pocket and handed it over.
"Thank you thank you thank you." He chanted as he took the device and quickly typed in the only number he knew off by heart with trembling hands.
"Hello?" His best friend answered, nothing like his usual cheerful self.
"Hoseok! I need you to get my car and come get me."
"What? You're not in your room?" Hoseok mumbled confusedly. "When did you leave?"
"It's not important!" Yoongi shrieked. "Just get my car!" He looked around until he spotted the name of the cafe above the menu on the wall. He relayed the information to Hoseok. "Hurry! It's for Y/N!"
"I'll be right there," Hoseok replied instantly at the mention of you then hung up. Yoongi let out a small breath of relief and handed the device back.
"Thank you, I'll come back another day and give you the money for the call."
"No nonsense, it seemed important. I hope everything turns out okay."
"So do I."
***
You had no idea where you were. You had no idea why you flagged down that bus and rode it to a town you'd never been to. You had no idea why you didn't get off in the town centre like you should've logically as that area would be easiest to navigate. You had no idea where your feet were leading you when you got off the bus at the end of its route before it turned and went back the way it came but you didn't question any of it.
You let your body move without thinking about it.
It felt like you were walking for hours but it was still light by the time your feet planted on the ground and you looked to your right. Only then did you realise you were stood on a bridge overlooking a river.
Curiously, you walked to the barrier and looked over. It was a long way down. For some reason, the only thought running through your mind was "I wonder how much damage it'd do if I fell over".
You weren't really paying attention to anything but the surface of the water and next thing you knew, you were sat on the ledge with your legs dangling over the water.
Thoughts of Yoongi returned to you then. He appeared in your mind when you climbed on that bus to the town you'd never before visited. He appeared in your mind when you got to your feet and stared down at the unsettlingly calm water. Not a single ripple moved the liquid. The surface was so still and lifeless it looked solid, like a murky expanse of concrete. You wondered if that is what it'd feel like upon impact.
"Is this how he felt?" You mumbled to yourself, recalling the fact that Yoongi had once stood where you were, looking over a mass of water ready to jump. Though you had no intention of jumping, at least...you didn't when you climbed up there. "They'd be okay without me." You didn't know why you were convincing yourself that everyone would be able to live their lives if you weren't there. You didn't know why you accepted your lie so easily. The one thing that had kept you going for years was the guilt of hurting your parents, the guilt of even thinking of making them go through the pain of losing their daughter. Today, the guilt wasn't there. Nothing was.
Even as you shuffled closer to the edge until nothing supported the front half of your feet, you felt nothing. No fear, no pain, no guilt.
You felt nothing.
Even when you moved that little bit further until all that touched you was the air that flew past your falling body, you felt nothing.
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fave-bts-fics · 3 years ago
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Got this ask today
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Unfamiliars
BY: themarmalade
SHIP: YOONSEOK
WORD COUNT: 27198
CHAPTERS: 8
STATUS: COMPLETE
RATING: MATURE
SUMMARY:
Hoseok rescues a kitty in a summer storm. Thanks to some weird magic, Yoongi is that kitty.
In a tiny apartment full of plants and moonlight, a simple, aching happiness blooms. But with what Jungkook knows, how long can the happiness last?
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i may have been obsessed with 18th century paintings for a while but...we’ll never really know
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yoonologue · 5 years ago
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Shadow l JJK l (1)
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Genre: Fantasy au, Shapeshifter reader.
Ratings/ Warnings: Girl gets held at knifepoint. Minor violence.
Summary: Shadow has been on the run her whole life. Her survival depended on her keeping her mouth shut and staying hidden. If she didn't then she would be captured and used as a pawn to do people's dirty work. However, it seemed that her heart did not seem to understand that. She had never been able to ignore a person in need. She never had a problem before, but it seems that her luck had run out. Now she was left with scraped hands and unconscious boy that was too nosy for his own good.
WC: 2.2k+
A/N: I got inspired by the throne of glass series and wrote this little piece. It is my very first fic, I hope you like it! Special thanks to @2dreamcatcher8​ for motivating me!
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The summer festival was everything you hated. It was loud and filled with people of all ages, milling around being needlessly loud. The city that you were in was a port city, creatively called Spiritport. Which meant that during the summer, business was booming. People were coming in and out of the city daily, but nothing drew people in like the summer festival. It took place at night in the heart of the city, to brighten up everyone's spirits and celebrate another year of prosperity. The town square was shut off especially for the event, lanterns were lining every building to provide light. There was a band playing somewhere in, the beat of the drums could be heard over the noise of the crowd. Vendors lined the alleys selling everything from exotic food to the finest silks. There was an elemental Fae doing tricks to entertain passersbys. One of the specialties of the summer festival was that Fae of all kinds were welcome to attend regardless of their status or powers. The air felt electric with the magic of all the fae combined.
It was too much for you. You felt like everyone was watching you and any minute someone would figure out who you were. You would get captured and sold to the highest bidder to do as they please. The only reason you were there was to get a pulse of the kingdom. There were rumors of the king going to war with the neighboring kingdom. That could only mean trouble for you because wars meant that you would have to constantly be on the move to avoid being caught by the King's men. The current King had the reputation of a kind man, but desperation makes even the kindest people behave in peculiar ways. It was the reason your kind had been driven to near extinction. They had been hunted and used as pawns by various kings and high fae. What was left of your kind were forced to go into hiding and be on the run for the rest of their life. You needed to keep tabs on what was happening in the kingdom, so you could run at the first sign of danger. Now, you were in the form of a young girl in her twenties. You had mousey brown hair that fell to the middle of your back, and soft features that were common around this part of the kingdom. The form allowed you to blend into the crowds without catching anyone's attention. It was perfect for your job at a local inn as well. It allowed you to keep your head down and work in the kitchen in exchange for a small room in the inn. You saw who was coming in and out of the city and what was happening in the neighboring kingdoms as well.
You stayed close to the shadows sliding into an alley near a musician with drums. Everyone was focused on the festival and didn't pay you any mind, granted your dark cloak made you blend in with the darkness around you.
You watched as a crowd gathered in front of the musicians and people started to dance to the music. It was then that he caught your attention. A shorter man with blue hair that matched the night sky was pulling him into the circle of dancers. He was wearing a loose shirt with the first few buttons undone showing off his tan chest. His pants were tight highlighting his muscular thighs which surely took some work. His dark hair was unruly and fell in his eyes but he didn't seem to mind. You couldn’t tell if he was fae; his ears were covered with his long hair. He was laughing like he was having the time of his life as his friend spun him around to the music. When he turned to face your way, his eyes drew you in. They were large and full of light. You hadn't seen such beautiful eyes on a human before they almost looked like the eyes of a fawn. And when you caught a glimpse of his smile, it reminded you of a bunny. Regardless of his resemblance to woodland creatures, he was undeniably beautiful. He was probably a woodland fae. Your eyes followed him as his friend dragged him away, no doubt to enjoy all that the festival had to offer. You didn’t when you started smiling, but it felt good. You let yourself imagine that it was you pulling him through the crowd, and you would be the one to take him home.
When he was lost in the crowd you saw something else that made your smile die on your lips. A man was pulling a panicked girl around your age in an alley. No one noticed the pair, as they were a little ways away from the vendors. The fear in her eyes set you off instantly, you darted out of the alley. You carefully made your way around the crowd towards the alley. Teleporting would be faster, but it took a lot of effort, not to mention, the advanced magic would draw a lot of attention.
As you approached your destination, you heard muffled cries. Pulling the hood of your cloak over your face you step to the alley. The sight in front of you made your blood boil. At the end of the alley, the man had the girl pressed up against the wall with a knife to her neck. Tears were streaming down the girl's face and she struggled to get away.
Your plans of not drawing attention to yourself flew out the window as you took a deep breath and prepared to shift. The shift itself only took a few seconds however, it required a lot of concentration. You sifted through your memory to find a form that would help you the most. The face of the stranger from before popped into your mind; his strong physique was just what you needed to defend yourself. You envisioned every detail of the man and felt your body change from. Your spine straightened and you felt yourself growing muscles. You took a second to adjust to your form. The loose trousers and shirt you were wearing under the cloak felt just a little tight but not so much that it hindered your movement.
You slowly made your way over to the man until you were standing directly behind him. You made eye contact with the girl. Her eyes widened and before the man could react, you grabbed his arm that was holding the knife and twisted it behind his body. You grabbed his neck with the other hand and whirled him around, slamming his face against the stone wall of the opposite building. You could shift your body as you move to make you lighter and faster on your feet. The girl let out a startled scream. You visibly winced knowing that, it definitely was going to draw the attention of one of the high fae, thanks to their advanced hearing. Just as you shoved his body into the shadows, you turned to see that the girl had run out of the alley. Before you could follow her, your ears picked up on the sound people approaching the alley you were in.
You hurriedly looked for another exit to the alley. You realized there was no other way out than the way that you came. Just as you turned to leave the way you came, you saw three men enter the alley, blocking your only way out; their faces hidden in the shadows. You realized that the only way you were getting out of the alley was by charging through them. You took a deep breath and hid in the shadows
As they got closer, the man in the center cried, "Who's there? Show yourself!."
You let out a light scoff. As if anyone would reveal themselves just because the other person asked. One of his companions seemed to agree with you, "When has that line ever worked Jin?" the one on the right side.
"Yah don't disrespect your superior like that you brat!" Jin fired back.
"Guys stop fighting! Now is not the time to be doing this" the last man spoke.
"Well, it's not my fault you guys have no manners! You need to treat your elders with respect!" The man's voice seems to rise with every word he said until it echoed in the small space.
The man on the right took a step back and turned to face the street as if he was looking for something in the distance. A nearby lantern illuminated his face and an involuntary gasp left your mouth. The man whom you were looking at was the same man whos form you were now in. At the sound, all three whipped their heads towards your hiding space. That shook you out of your shocked state. Using their momentary distraction to your advantage, you ran out of your hiding space. Your body collided with the man in the middle knocking him off-balance and took off down the street. You ignored the sounds of alarm from behind you and kept running. You could only think of one thing and that was that if he saw you, then it would be the end of your freedom forever.
You hear footsteps pounding on the ground behind you. One of them was following you and you could sense they were getting close. All you had to do was get out of the festival and into the dark streets beyond the square then, you could shift into another small animal and escape. You fought your way through the festival crowd. You could feel people's eyes on you but you kept running trying to lose the man hot on your heels. You weaved between vendors and people but it seemed like the man knew exactly what you were going to do. If it were any other time, you would be impressed, not a lot of people could keep up with your speed, but now survival was the only thing on your mind. He was probably high fae, which would explain how they could hear you. That made you run even faster.
When you got past the festival you ducked into a narrow street to your right. The further you went in the maze of the streets the darker it got. Almost everyone had shut down their business to enjoy the festival. You had to get to the inn so you could hide. The noise of the festival was slowly fading away as you run further. You dodged several crates littering the street and pushed them behind you to hinder your pursuer. You heard him mutter a curse, but he did not slow down. He was undoubtedly high fae and with the way, he was keeping up with you, definitely trained. You pushed yourself to be faster.
You made your way to your inn. It was located in the opposite direction of the port, bordering the forest that led to the rest of the kingdom. It was slightly detached from the rest of the crowded city, to give the guest some illusion of privacy. It catered to the High fae who preferred the serenity of the forest over the bustle of the port. It had a stable that stored horses of the guests of the inn. It was also where you stayed, there was a room in the upper portion of the stables that had a small cot and overlooked the animals. There was also an entrance at the back of the building that you got food deliveries from. You just had to make it in and then you could shift and slip into the kitchen. So many people moved in and out of the kitchen every day that the fae chasing you would surely lose your scent in the overwhelming atmosphere.
You turned into random streets to confuse him and after a few minutes, you heard his footsteps fade a little. You ducked into a narrow alley that opened to the small clearing in front of the inn. Some lanterns lit the front of the inn making it appear warm and inviting. You did not see anyone lingering in front of the building, most of the guests were probably at the festival you left behind. That meant you could go in undetected. As you were assessing the grounds, you failed to take into account that the footfalls of your chaser had picked back up. It was only when you heard the telltale sounds of gravel close by, that you took off towards the inn.
You turned to see if the man was close and saw him turning into the alley you left behind. You cursed, of course, it had to be him chasing you. Just then your foot got caught on a rock that sent you crashing to the ground. Your hands broke your fall as the wind was knocked from your lungs. You skidded to a stop. You groaned and rolled over to relieve the pressure on your chest. You cursed into the sky; that was what you got for making such an amateur mistake. When you finally got a sense of your bearings, he was coming to a stop in front of you. Your fall had forced your hood off of your head and as you looked up at the fae’s face you saw his eyes widen.
“How-” He never got to finish his sentence because the next second you hurled a rock lying by your hand straight at his face. He was out before he hit the ground
You really, really, hated the summer festival.
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OT7 Masterlist - In Progress
Updated: 30.07.2024
🔞 = mature
Other masterlists: mother masterlist; bts masterlist;  ot7 masterlist
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NEW ADDITIONS:
Survival by @taerseok​​
↳ “When 7 immature players gather together to play one of the most famous games the world has seen to-date; Minecraft, and a stranger joins their survival world out of nowhere, there really is nothing that could go wrong, right? Right?” ↳ Chapters: 1/?  (added: July 30th, 2024)
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Armed To The Fangs by jingabitch
↳ “You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.”
↳ Chapters: 12/?  (last updated: Jan 08th, 2023)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
🔞 Black Ties, White Lies by  sevenincubisstolemyheart
↳ “When your mother, a Registered Nurse at the nearby hospital passes suddenly from unexplained circumstances, you’re thrown into a life you never expected to have to deal with tending to her 7 long-term patients. Of course, they’re also apart of one of the most notorious mafia families in the underground, so there’s that. 2 hate you, 3 are kind to you and 2 you can’t figure out if your life depended on it. All of these boys change the way you once perceived the world, in one way or another, but can you do the same for them?”
↳ Chapters:2/?  (last updated: Jan 3rd, 2019)
↳  Mafia/Gang AU
Different Skins by writersrealmbts
↳ “You’re awoken in the night to find seven strange (and oddly suicidal) men in your home–who apparently are magical creatures in disguise? Now you have a Dragon, Werewolf, Elf, Mermaid, Unicorn, Fairy living in your home and an enchanter that visits now and then. What could go wrong?”
↳ Chapters: 4/?  (last updated: Jan 08th, 2023)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
Enchanted To Meet You  by @ditttiii​
↳ “No one ever told you that you had a soulmate or—soulmates for that matter. humans don't have soulmates but shapeshifters do. what are you supposed to do when the seven members of the worlds biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmates—only for you to realise that they aren't even human.” ↳ Chapter:10/?  (last updated: Jan 18th, 2023)
↳ Hybrid AU
Eternally theirs  by @imnotlauriane​​
↳ “The Order of Fire is the oldest and strongest generation of knights to exist in Faywyn, a line of pureblood dragons that keep watch over the Stainad Empire.It's every knight's dream to fight by their side, to be noticed by them, because it sometimes happens - though rarely - that a talented human becomes a dragon's partner and gets promoted to the castle.Such is my dream, though I know better than to take it seriously. The knights who receive that honor are amongst the best in the Order of Steel and I am far from their level as of now. But I digress, let me introduce myself properly.I am a new knight recruit and my name is Y/N Aithne Shields, at your service.” ↳ Chapter: 4/?  (last updated: April 4th, 2023)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
Eunoia by @wishesunderthestars​​
↳ “ You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void? ” ↳ Chapter:26/31  (last updated: June 6th, 2024)
↳ Hybrid AU
Guys That I’d Kind Of Be Into by daisilyreadywriter
↳ “Being on Broadway has always been your dream, and now that you’ve achieved just that as Christine in “be more chill,” you’ve found it to be a lot harder than your younger self had expected. like, for example, the fact that dating might as well be out of the question. you definitely did not leave college to get distracted from your work… it kind of sucks that seven k-pop idols that you may or may not really like came to see your show and took a liking to you.”
↳ Chapters: 11/?  (last updated: Aug 16th, 2019)
↳ Idol AU
🔞 Heartbeat by @pasteljeon​
↳ “When you put out a roommates ad for your newly purchased house, the only requirement you set out had been cleanliness. The last thing you’d expected was for the 7 most eligible bachelors of your university to come calling. Throw in school, crazy fangirls and the most sought for men suddenly chasing after you with heart eyes, comes a college experience of a lifetime. Would it be so wrong to want them all?”
↳ Chapters: 2/10  (last updated: Apr, 2020)
↳ School/College AU
Isolation by @nomimits7​​
↳ “ What could possibly go wrong when you’re in complete Isolation? ” ↳ Chapter:18/?  (last updated: Jan 18th, 2023)
↳ Idol AU
🔞 Just a Taste by @taeyohonic​
↳ “ Y/N becomes the new donor for seven bloodthirsty idols, who seem to be way too interested in their new food source.”
↳ Chapters: 12/?  (last updated: Jan 18th, 2023)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
🔞 Kings Of Campus by @luxekook​
↳ “a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity”
↳ Chapters: 9/?  (last updated: May 31st, 2020)
↳ School/College AU
🔞 Kintsugi by @ditttiii​
↳ “Life is neither fair nor what you had dreamed that it would be, but the hand that fate had dealt them was worse than yours. ” ↳ Chapters: 4/?  (added: July 29th, 2024)
🔞 Lifeline by forgottenpasta
↳ “ What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them?”
↳ Chapters: 6/?  (last updated: Aug 21st, 2019)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
🔞 Lucidity by @luffles424​
↳ “You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right? ”
↳ Chapters: 9/?  (last updated: Jan 18th, 2023)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
My dear melancholy by @pasteljeon​​​
↳ “ In which you’re rich and lonely so you adopt 7 hybrids. Chaos ensues. ” ↳ Chapter:1/8  (last updated: Jan 20th, 2023)
↳ Hybrid AU
Of Treasure and Adventure by rosy-night-sky
↳ “Your grandmother gave you a gift that she won in a game, so naturally you are curious as to the origins of it. A decision was then made that you should seek the answers to your questions. However, you never expected your decision to lead you on a treasure-hunting quest.”
↳ Chapters: 9/?  (last updated: Apr 23rd, 2020)
↳  Indiana Jones AU
Rose & Thorns by minniepetals
↳ “A lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.”
↳ Chapters: 10/?  (last updated: Jan 08th, 2023)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
Solidarity by  divinebangtan
↳ “A few weeks away from your 22nd birthday, there are a number of things one would expect to have on their mind. Partying? Oh yes. Drinking? Most definitely. Being told by seven strange men you are the reincarnation of a powerful goddess and the key to winning a demon war? Uh…come again?“
↳ Chapters: 4/?  (last updated: Jan 25th, 2020)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
Spring Day by @nunchiimagines​
↳ “Becoming a part time english teacher wasn’t exactly the ideal startup you had hoped for yourself when you first moved to Seoul, South Korea. Luckily, you loved working with children and you were grateful to have found a well paying job with housing included so soon after university. Amongst your class, however, are 5 boys who seem to be constantly ostracized not only by the rest of the students but also by the other teachers and staff members. Becoming attached to you fairly quickly, you’re unintentionally tasked to be their permanent caretaker during their stay at school, even staying past the hours you were needed until they were picked up safely. However, what you didn’t expect was to catch the hearts of their seven older brothers, the leaders of a notorious and well known mafia family in Korea.”
↳ Chapters: 4/? (last updated: June 6th, 2024)
↳  Mafia/Gang AU
🔞 Tainting Purity by sevenincubisstolemyheart
↳ “If someone told you that demons would be an everyday part of society a month ago you would have called them crazy.  But now that they actually were, you were surprised to find them much more docile than you would’ve initially assumed. In fact, it was the Humans who were hurting them, more often than not. So when you get fed up and stand up for an innocent demon being attacked, you shouldn’t have been so surprised when your own species turned on you, including your own parents, and left you to fend for yourself. Luckily, the newly made treaty calls for a Human to live with demons if there’s 5 or more, and so, you’re now rooming with 7 demons. But not just any kind of demons. Incubi. Your life has suddenly just gotten a whole lot more interesting.“
↳ Chapters: 4/?  (last updated: Oct 4th, 2019)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
🔞 The Heir by @s0seo​
↳ “After you and your friend are attacked during a night out, you discover a world much bigger and more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.”
↳ Chapters: 3/?  (last updated: Jan 08th, 2023)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
The Lore of the Forest by @selfproducingfanfictionauthor​
↳ “Nothing ancient and magical is ever really lost. When the descendants and heirs of the myths and legends come together to live a normal life, something - someone - is thrown into their plans. Bringing with them aid, magic and so much more.”
↳ Chapters: 2/?  (last updated: July 26th, 2024)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
🔞 The Seven by @luxekook​
↳ “A series in which the reader fights to survive, attracts a powerful group of demons, and causes general mayhem in a post-apocalyptic new world.”
↳ Chapters: 1/?  (last updated: Feb 28th, 2020)
↳ Supernatural/Fantasy AU
🔞 Void by btssavedmlifeblr
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mellifluouskim · 5 years ago
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daylight (through the leaves) chapter 3
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“Wolfboy,” Yoongi’s voice startles him, eyes flying up from his hands to rest on his face instead.
“That’s not my–” Jeongguk snarls, a sudden rush of anger bubbling up as he watches the blank expression on Yoongi’s face. A pale hand waves him off, a look of annoyance crossing Yoongi's face at Jeongguk’s interruption.
“As I was saying, wolfboy – the others are leaving to travel to the closest proper town to find a buyer,” At least Yoongi has the decency to look uncomfortable at the last word, eyes only flickering over to Jeongguk before he’s back to staring at the house.
“It will take them about a week. They wanted to just leave you here alone, but–” Yoongi trails off, hands wound together tightly around in his lap.
“I’m staying. I’ll be watching over you in the meantime. Until they ..  find someone,” Jeongguk only watches the side of Yoongi’s face in silence. There’s not much for him to say. It’s clear that Yoongi isn’t in charge over what happens to him, that he only follows whatever the two other men decides. But he can still cling on to the little glimmer of hope he got yesterday, that maybe he can somehow convince Yoongi to let him go. The silence stretches on, Yoongi’s eyes flickering over to him occasionally. Almost expectantly.
“Do you want me to thank you?” Jeongguk snarls. The anger bubbling up before he can stop it. “For keeping me captive?”
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teetee-aus-blog · 6 years ago
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BTS as Werewolves Moodboard.
Please reblog if you save/ don't steal my work without my permission ~ I worked really hard to find the perfect wolves for our boys 💜
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shipstexts · 6 years ago
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I’m a witch, you ass: part 1
Summary: All Jimin wanted was pass his final exams, but he ended up finding so much more
Pairing: yoonmin, side namjin and side taekook
Total wordcount: 17k ish
TW: none
Nota: I wanted to write a short story but my fingers slip and oops lmao. Anyways, i made a Pinterest collection of the environment in general, the characters and stuff, if you wanna check it out https://pin.it/zrbpvrupmi5u4y
part 2 / final
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Potions for all afflictions, said the sign.
How is it that it was the first time he read it? He had no idea. It was there, in front of him, as clear as water. Right in the middle of the street he walked through every day to go to college. There, for everyone to see.
"Only visible to those who need it or know of its existence," Hoseok had recited.
Jimin didn’t want to believe him, but desperation made him try everything he could. Even if he still found himself reluctant to fully believe in the truthfulness of his friend's words.
"You look distressed, Chim," he said the evening before when his dance classes were over and everyone was preparing to go home.
Jimin sighed.
"It's nothing, Hobi-hyung," he replied, shaking his head and trying to give him a small smile. "I'm a little worried about final exams, that's all."
“Oh I see. You can’t focus?
“I can’t study! No matter how hard I try, nothing sticks!
“Have you tried paying for tutoring?” He suggested, really trying to help the frustrated teenager.
“I'm broke”
“Have you recorded yourself reading aloud and listened to the recording later?”
“I tried”
“Videos on YouTube?”
“Useless”
“Articles different from textbooks?”
“Boring”
"Hell, Jimin, you need urgent help”
An arm wrapped around the boy's shoulders suddenly, causing him to startle slightly.
“Hey, guys. What’s up?”
“Hey, Kookie. I'm just trying to help Chim with his studies”
"Oh, don’t bother," he added with an amused smile. "Jimin-hyung is a lost case in school”
“Funny. You use ‘hyung’ when you're insulting me, you brat”
“Oh, come on. We both know that studying isn’t really your thing, Chim. What you want is dancing, not study”
“But I can’t dance if I don’t graduate, Jungkook. The world isn’t that good with dreams” added the blond, dejected. Slowly, he was resigning to not graduate and never fulfil his dream of being a professional choreographer or instructor in a prestigious academy. He didn’t want to fail this year and repeat it. He only had one year of college left, he was so close and didn’t want to ruin it.
"Unless ..." Hoseok's tone was thoughtful, doubtful even. Enough to capture the attention of both maknaes.
“Hobi-hyung, I don’t think...” Jungkook intervened, but was interrupted.
"Unless...?" Jimin urged, eager to get a new alternative.
Hoseok took a few seconds where his frown only accentuated more and more. He seemed to have an internal conflict until, finally, he quickly shook his head.
“No, it's not a good idea. They’d kill me", he finished, picking up his backpack and placing it on his shoulder, ready to leave the studio. But Jimin was faster and took him by the arm to prevent him from escaping.
“Hobi-hyung, unless what? Please!” He begged,”I need to pass those exams! At this point, I’d try anything, if I'm being honest. Even witchcraft, if possible!”
The older boy raised an eyebrow, pleased by the attitude of his friend. Jimin thought it was strange, but he didn’t give up.
“Hyung, you shouldn’t...“, interjected the youngest, but no one let him finish.
“Well...” Hoseok started, already beginning to taste the amazement and surprise that the blond would have once he confirmed his next words. ”Some say that in the center of the pentacle, where the five elements come together, there is a curious place. Only visible to those who need it or know of its existence, invisible to the indiscreet eye. Find it, and your afflictions will be erased as much as you believe”
With this, he ran out of the room. Jimin tried to follow him and shout his name to stop him, but as soon as he set foot in the street, Hoseok disappeared from his sight.
“What’s that supposed to mean? “Jungkook came to his side, looking at the empty street and with a nervous look. Jimin shrugged.
“I don’t have time for riddles. I need to study." He returned to the interior of the room to gather his things and went back out.
“You're right. You should concentrate on your studies, and not waste your time with nonsense“, commented Jungkook walking beside him. “Try to sleep this night, okay? You need to get some rest.”
The blond nodded slowly, accepting his friend's suggestion.
That night, when he got home, he barely greeted Taehyung and went to his room without even taking a shower. He turned on his computer and opened the internet browser. The first word he typed was "pentacle," followed by "the five elements."
That night, he learned about witchcraft and spirits. He looked for maps of his city, places in downtown Seoul that might look like something to help him, he even learned a little about magick.
That night, he found a map of Seoul on a pentacle. And right in the center of it, the ruined building surrounded by large stores and houses. Every day he walked by that street, he knew that building. Would he have to go there if he wanted to get answers?
That night he went to bed with doubt.
That night he went to bed with determination.
  And there it was, in front of the ruined building.
Actually, he was in front of something entirely different, something that was never there.
In front of him, a house stood. A worn, old wooden house, it looked like it had at least two floors. A smoking fireplace on the top of the roof and on the porch, a garden. The greenest and most colorful garden Jimin had ever seen. Flowers of all colors, vines that climbed the walls and curl up in the white wooden fence that surrounds the garden. The windows of the house are opened, the wind causes the red curtains inside to dance at its slow rythm.
The house was picturesque, homely even. Jimin ventures with parsimony to cross the street and opens the fence’s door. It grinds slowly and the boy is almost afraid to break the calm that reigns in the place.
He walks the path in the middle of the garden. There are plants and flowers that he has never seen, and he can swear he sees a flower move. He even feels that some flowers follow his steps with caution.
He climbs the three steps that lead to the porch of the house and carefully opens the door, from which hangs a kind of amulet; a bell announces his arrival and Jimin fears what he could find inside. After all, he's still a bit skeptical about all this. A rural house in the middle of the city? Where it’s supposed to be a ruined building? Just like that? He’s not buying it.
Still, he focuses on looking around. The place is even more picturesque inside. But he’s slightly frightened when he notices a steaming cauldron over a slow fire. The substance inside looks thick, purple and smells of lavender. Next to it, a lectern with a large open book stood. That book had yellowed pages, it looked like it was about to fall apart. Even the leather cover was torn.
Continuing his inspection, he notices even more plants covering the walls and the shelves full of bottles, bottles and books of all shapes and sizes. In the containers there are herbs, liquids that Jimin had never seen and other things he didn’t recognize (are those... bones?)
Candles lit and of different colors and sizes adorned almost every corner of the room. He could see another shelf full of old books. Large and small, thick and thin, mostly dark colors and with the appearance of being hundreds of years old. And infinite knowledge.
In the remaining places there were amulets, artifacts, quills, a skull in that corner, a broom in the other? An altar in the background?
The walls were covered with posters and photographs. The phases of the moon, deities that he didn’t know, a picture of the human anatomy and the chakras? Types of auras? Uses of different herbs?, common potions... He even found a totally black poster with the words "Baddest witch in town" in white and in the style of American Horror Story.
And in the center of everything, a counter. In the showcase there were smaller flasks, amulets, necklaces, bracelets, rings, statuettes, small bottles, envelopes, candles, boxes whose contents were unknown...
On the counter, a Ouija board, tarot cards, another quill, a notebook that looked very messy and with many separators of different colors. The leather cover was black, but discolored by use and had a symbol that he didn’t recognize. Jimin was especially curious about this notebook, so he approached it and extended an arm with the intention of running through it, but something stopped him.
Someone else took the notebook quickly before he could even touch it.
“Never touch the Book of Shadows of a witch! Don’t you have manners?" An unusually low male voice exclaimed, startling the boy.
When Jimin looked up, the air in his lungs decided to leave him.
A young man with light pink hair was standing in front of him. He was frowning, his thin lips formed a straight line, playing gently with the ring in a piercing and his bangs fell over his forehead. His dark, catlike eyes regarded him with anger and curiosity. A pointed hat that contrasted with the paleness of his porcelain skin covered his hair. However, he seemed blushed by some kind of effort or exercise, as he was sweating. He also noticed more piercings in his ears and a small scar that crossed the bridge of his nose. As for his clothes, they seemed perfectly normal. A black shirt under a denim overall. Plastic boots equally black and in his hands, green gardening gloves full of dirt and mud.
The blond swallowed hard.
“Excuse me, it wasn’t my intention! I just...!
“A human? You’re a human?
Jimin blinked and tilted his head slightly, not quite understanding the attractive stranger's question.
“Yes? Shouldn’t I be? Aren’t you human?
“I mean, yes. But you're a… normal human.
The pink-haired stranger turned around and positioned himself behind the counter, placing the notebook on it and glancing at Jimin cautiously. He took off his gloves slowly, shaking them a little and leaving them next to the notebook. That's when he realized that the sorcerer's arms were covered with strange symbols, like tattoos.
"You're not?" The blond finally asked.
The sorcerer let out a laugh and gave him a funny look.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but this place in general isn’t quite... normal” there was a silence of a few seconds in which Jimin didn’t know what to say. He just babbled some answers until he was interrupted. "How did you get into my store, anyway?"
“Through the door?
The stranger sighed.
“I mean... How was it that you could see it?
“Well... I just stood in front and there it was. Although yesterday morning the building was in ruins...” he added, still confused and surprised.
“Did anyone tell you about this place?” He slowly walked around the store, going to the steaming cauldron and taking a wooden spoon, slowly stirring the substance inside.
“Er... yes, a friend” he tried to follow the stranger, but his foot was stuck with a carpet that he had not seen before. When he looked down, he found a large pentacle on the ground. Almost afraid, he decided to go around the carpet and continue talking.
“What friend? What's their name?” He asked as he sniffed cautiously at the smoke coming from the cauldron.
“Hoseok? “Jimin was still trying to assimilate what was happening. Was he really in the presence of a sorcerer? Was that real
“Ugh, Hoseok. I swear that one day I will cut off those horrendous wings that he shows off so proudly”
The boy didn’t know how to answer, so he remained silent. Wings? The questions only accumulated in his head, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear all the answers.
“Namjoon, fetch me the strawberry extract!”
He didn’t expect such a mysterious potion to have strawberry but hey, did anything make sense since he arrived?
“Uncle Joonie isn’t here, daddy”
Jimin turned on his heels to meet a girl. A seven-year-old looking girl, curly hair and black as tar, dark skin like sweet chocolate and dark eyes like bitter chocolate approached them happily. The combination of her eyes, her hair and her skin caught his attention. Everything about her gave an air of darkness, but her gaze was what contrasted. Her eyes had that air of innocence and tranquility that children had. She even made him feel calm. She wore a light green dress with white sleeves and white tennis shoes.
The stranger's face softened completely, surprising Jimin, and he approached her.
“Where could your uncle have gone?”
"He said he had to talk to Uncle Jinnie" The girl shrugged, pouting.
The sorcerer squatted in front of her to meet her eyes and take her little hands in his.
“Hey, little bugger, don’t be sad. Uncle Joonie will be back soon, okay?” The sorcerer's hands were large, Jimin could see, and seeing one of them perch gently on the girl's cheek made his hand appear larger than normal, but with a touch of sweetness. The blond almost melts in his place. “Meanwhile,” he continued, “why don’t you go and see if the mandrakes already bloomed?”
The girl's spirits rose immediately and she nodded hurriedly to run out of a back door that Jimin hadn’t noticed. Then, the sorcerer disappeared through the same door only to return seconds later with a vial in his hands. He opened it and added a few drops of the liquid to his cauldron. The color of the substance changed immediately to a pale pink and with a strong smell of bitter chocolate that Jimin loved.
"Don’t even think of approaching that, mortal," the stranger warned. The boy realized that he had taken two steps towards the cauldron. “It's a very strong love potion, we don’t want you to fall madly in love with me.
‘I could do it without the help of a potion,’ he thought to himself, but immediately scolded himself when he realized his instincts. The smell of that potion surely had influenced something.
“Well, I guess you didn’t come to pry. Since you’re an ordinary human, I’m gonna give you special treatment. How can I help you on this beautiful Saturday morning?”
He seemed to notice a tone of sarcasm, but couldn’t assure it one hundred percent. So he shook his nerves and focused on what he really came to do.
“I need to pass my final exams. And Hobi-hyung said that my afflictions would disappear.”
“As much as you believe. It’s not up to me, but you. I can help you, but you’ll do most of the work.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have to believe that magick will work. Tell me, Jimin, do you believe in magick?
The blond was left stunned. He had never mentioned his name and the sorcerer's penetrating gaze made him nervous. He didn’t know what to answer, but it was definitely not a negative response. It was something like an act of faith. He wanted to believe firmly in magick, and he had had enough proof that it existed.
“Yes”
“Then let's get to work. Give me a few minutes and I'll give you your potion. Wait over there.” He pointed to a place where sofas were located and which he hadn’t seen. Jimin obeyed as he watched the stranger walk away towards the back door, but stopped a few seconds. "My name is Yoongi, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you, Jimin," and disappeared through the door.
Jimin still had questions, but he no longer felt the urge to get answers. So he obeyed and went to wait on the sofas that the wizard –Yoongi– had mentioned.
In this space of the store, three dark sofas were arranged around a coffee table. On this, teacups, spoons, a container with sugar inside and another with various tea bags. Jimin sat up to examine a cup and as soon as he touched one of them, it filled itself with hot water. He almost dropped the cup but he was faster, only a few drops spilled.
He settled down to prepare tea, searching among the flavors of the envelopes when he was interrupted.
“You don’t want the chamomile one. Peppermint tea will help you calm your aura”
Jimin met those deep eyes and curly hair once more. He gave the girl a sweet smile and took a mint tea.
“Thanks for the suggestion”
"It was nothing." He shrugged. "Daddy says peppermint tea helps relax uneasy auras”
The girl sat next to him, swinging her feet which didn’t touch the ground.
“My aura is uneasy?” He took a sip of tea and instantly felt a wave of peace wash over him.
"That's better," he said with a smile. "I like to see the blue auras.
“Auras exist?”
“Uh huh. My dad taught me to see them. Although I can only see those that are very strong. But I'm still practicing!”
The child's enthusiasm caused a warmth in him, even though he had no idea what she was talking about.
"You're the first mortal human to come to our store." The girl tilted her head, examining him with eyes full of curiosity; then she smiled and suddenly the room seemed brighter. "My name is Yujin”
“A pleasure, Yujin. I’m Jimin”
They shook hands and let go, but Yujin had his eyes glued to him.
“Daddy says that mortals are dangerous. That I shouldn’t get too close to them”
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because...”
“Yujin, your uncles are here!” He heard the sorcerer's voice and like a power button, Yujin ran to the counter, where a Russian blue cat was sitting, swinging its tail and looking around with yellow and calculating eyes. Next to the sorcerer was another man, tanned-skinned, with lilac hair and taller than the other. He also wore a pointed hat and Jimin could notice dimples when he smiled occasionally at the cat.
“Uncle Joonie, Uncle Jinnie! You’re here!” the youngest was running to the arms of the man, who picked her up and spun a little before placing her on the floor again. They both laughed, happy to see each other again.
“But I didn’t leave for a long time, little cockroach. I promised you I’d be back soon”
“But I missed you. And you too, Uncle Jinnie!”
And just like that, out of nowhere and in front of Jimin's astonished eyes, the cat jumped off the counter, but instead of falling on all fours, it fell in two, and turned into a human. A human with two legs, two arms and without a tail.
"My princess, I missed you too." He also carried the girl, putting her weight on his right hip and holding her with both hands. He had brown hair and on the bridge of his nose rested a pair of spectacles. His skin seemed strangely perfect and soft and his lips were fleshy.
The blond, speechless, remained in place, without moving a muscle. Knowing a sorcerer in a day was one thing, but two sorcerers and a shapeshifter? He wasn’t sure if he would breathe anytime soon.
"I forgot to mention, Jin-hyung, there’s a mortal in the store," Yoongi added, gesturing to him.
Four faces turned towards him, looking at him as if he was the weird one. He felt self-conscious, wanted to disappear in his seat, but then, the pink-haired sorcerer gave him a half smile and approached him to hand him a little bottle with a yellowish liquid. It almost looked like... pee.
“Take a sip before each exam. This will remind you of what you have studied or read, without having to learn every word. But remember to believe in magick, otherwise, it won’t work. Don’t drink more than a short sip, okay? It could cause you problems...
The boy took the bottle with shaking hands and nodded slowly.
“Take it, free of charge. It seems you need to rest your mind, kid”
After some babbling, Jimin managed to get out an awkward thanks.
“Thank you, sorcerer-ssi”
He let out a sarcastic laugh.
“I'm a witch, you ass”
A few seconds after the mortal got out the door, Hoseok came running, desperate and stamped his hands on the counter.
“Yoongi-hyung, I have to tell you something!”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with a mortal knowing the existence of my store, does it?” Yoongi calmly cleaned his dagger, paying attention to his reflection on the fine metal.
“Yes! How did you…? Oh...”
"You're in trouble, hyung," laughed the dimpled witch.
part 2 / final
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btschooseafic · 2 years ago
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BTS-Hybrid au on Tumblr
organizing! I will try and tag all of the hybrid fics I reblog, but I wanted to specially note the fics I might want to re-read, or ongoing fics I want to keep track of
edited 02/11/2023
*completed*
Fix You by casuallyimagining
hybrid!yoongi x reader
reader takes in a stray cat who turns out to be yoongi. also available on ao3!
sequel, Home by casuallyimagining
hybrid!yoongi x human!reader, hybrid!namjoon x hybrid!hoseok, hybrid!jin x hybrid!jungkook
yoongi continues to heal from his past and develop his relationship with you, when he runs into his old pack. also available on ao3!
Somewhere I Can Breathe by myplaceforstories
hybrid!reader x taehyung, ot7 friendship
you go to the country, hoping it will be easier than living as a stray hybrid in the city.
The Little Fox by purpleyoonn
hybrid!reader x ot7, ot7 x ot7, a/b/o dynamics, trauma recovery, lowkey soulmate au
you run away from the bidding house where you were abused, and are taken in by a pack. also available on ao3!
Escape by amazedforjjk
hybrid!reader x hybrid!bts
you and seven other predator hybrid escape the truck that was taking you to your execution
Calico by mygsii
jimin x reader, jungkook x reader
after an incident, you end up taking in cat hybrid jimin. only problem is, you don’t know how to take care of him.
The Treasure Box by worldofblade
hybrid!jimin x human! reader, lowkey soulmate au, co-workers au
when you see everyone treating your new coworker jimin badly just because he’s a raven hybrid, you decide to befriend him
Mother Nature by alternateafterthought
tiger hybrid! hoseok x lioness hybrid! reader, heat, smut, college au
you ask your friend hoseok to help you out during your heat
Inheritance by jincherie
hybrid!yoongi x reader
your grandmother passes away and leaves everything to you, including her cat hybrid. also available on ao3!
Hybrid Games by moviefreaklover
ot7 x reader
you, a famous game designer, adopt seven hybrids
Choco Bun by nunchiimagines
ot7 x reader, kind of coworkers/office romance au, kind of cafe au
you are a rabbit hybrid who opens up a cafe under BTS Corp. no one expects the seven CEO dragon hybrids to take an interest in you
Outro: Love Is Not Over by kiirokero
hybrid!hoseok x human! reader, single parent au, teacher au
you are the single parent of a golden retriever hybrid, yunho. hoseok is his teacher.
Dance To This by hollyhomburg
ot7 x reader, polyam, first part finished, second part ongoing
you are blind and adopt jin to help assist you.
Sugary Sweet by hollyhomburg
hybrid!reader x hybrid!taehyung x hybrid!yoongi x human!namjoon
namjoon is a writer and moves out into the country cause of anxiety
Shelter of Hope by daydream-hobii
ot7 x reader
you and your husband namjoon run a hybrid shelter
A Place Called Home by agustdakasuga
ot7 x reader
you are a vet who tries your best to save hybrids. this extends to your personal life, and the many hybrids you’ve brought home with you
To Build A Home by euphoricfilter
ot7 x reader, 9 tailed fox reader, smut/implied smut
you and jin need to find an owner or a pack before the government takes you.
The Sanctuary series by writersrealmbts [7 parts completed]
Part 1, Safe with Me, seokjin x reader
Also on ao3!
Pack Trials series by writersrealmbts
werewolf au, hybrid au, choose your own adventure (choose which member), other groups available
also on ao3!
*ongoing*
Enchanted To Meet You by ditttiii
hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, soulmate au, idolverse
BTS has supposedly gone on hiatus. Secretly, they are shapeshifters searching for their soulmate--you. also available on ao3!
Eunoia by wishesunderthestars
hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, ot7 x ot7
you are a world famous director who suddenly keeps running into hybrids in need.
Abundance by angelicyoongie
hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, ot7 x ot7
you adopt three different packs of hybrids... who don’t get along. also available on ao3!
Peculiar Pack by daydreamindollie
hybrid!bts x human!reader
you are a hybrid psychologist who finds a hybrid stealing from your garden one night, and decides to take in him and his pack
Sly like a... by youarejesting
hybrid!ot7 x reader
you take in seven hybrid as part of a government experiment. also available on ao3!
Gossamer by aroseforyoongi
hybrid!taehyung x human!reader, dark themes, smut, human experimentation
you are a scientist. your job is to take care of the new hybrid in your lab.
Wabi-sabi by flurrys-creativity
human!taehyung x hybrid!reader
taehyung adopts a blind hybrid.
Sehnsucht by 20moonchild21
hybrid!bts x human! oc
Hope is a newly appointed lawyer who takes in an injured hybrid she finds on the streets.
Stubborn Hugs by eternal-mikrokosmos
hybrid!namjoon x reader, ot7 x ot7, ot7 x reader, smut, mystery
you bring home a koala and bunny hybrid. unfortunately, you and the koala hybrid have some history together. also available on ao3!
Perihelion by jincherie [hiatus]
hoseok x reader, roommates au, college au
you and hoseok accidentally become roommates. neither of you are very happy about it
90 Days by ttaehyungtrashh [hiatus?]
ot7 x reader
you are a cafe owner who has befriended jimin, who lives on the streets. when winter comes, you ask jimin and his pack if they want to come stay with you. despite his reservations, namjoon says yes.
restitution by cloudteawrites
ot7 x reader
you find out that an uncle you never knew existed was the head of a famous law firm. now that your uncle has passed away, he’s left you everything, including seven hybrids he had only recently adopted. also available on ao3!
Home Calls the Heart by anonnie-in-wonderland
ot7 x reader, grief, magic
both you and the boys are grieving when Taehyung brings you home to his pack.
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