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The Pact - Date #6

Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS

Word Count: 5.7k

Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?

Warnings: reader is confused about feelings, so that’s frustrating lol. the boys are annoyingly perfect as per usual. other than that, fluffy as always.

a/n: HAHA. well, ngl, this date came for me. pls nobody kill me after reading this lol. as always, your feedback is encouraged and GREATLY appreciated. please let me know your thoughts! also, we are getting down to it! only one more date to go!! so exciting!

also, an official copy of the Pact will be up on Wednesday! so you’ll get two updates next week!! enjoy! 

Date #6

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You’ve been staring at this thing for way too long.

You can already feel the hint of a headache creeping behind your eyes, and it’s enough to have you setting the copy of The Pact that you stole from Jin down on the coffee table. Groaning as you clamber to your feet, you take a long moment to stretch and fight off the exhaustion that’s attempting to settle over you.

Tired mind somehow managing to continue limping on in its endless speculation, you yourself limp over to the kitchen. Staring at the kitchen sink with a few dirty dishes waiting, you consider splashing some water on your face.

Glancing up at your reflection in the window that’s just above the sink, you decide against it. Not when you’ve just managed to get completely ready for this date.

Your date should be here in about an hour, leaving you with too much time to sit and think. With a sigh, you begin to fill up one side of the sink with hot soapy water, deciding to do something productive with your time while you wait.

The soap bubbles that grow before your eyes has your mind wandering off again. This time, it’s remembering last week and a similar soapy view. However, you’d been side by side with Seokjin. And that song had been playing in the background…

“What are you daydreaming about?”

You shriek, dropping a plate in the sink and facing the onslaught of sloshing dishwater and stray soap bubbles.

Jeon Jungkook resembles a caught crook outside the kitchen window. You consider breaking a plate over his head, especially as his typical wide eyed gaze has been replaced with a knowing smirk.

“Just thinking about throwing something at your head,” you sigh. Pulling the plug on the drain, you watch as the soapy water disappears. Hopefully it takes any evidence of your thoughts with it, but you have a feeling that your reddened cheeks have already given you away. “Why are you creeping outside my window?”

Jungkook’s golden laughter makes the corners of your mouth turn up. “Ah, I tried to knock. I don’t think you heard me, though.”

You blink. “Oh.” Has it already been an hour?

Did you just spend an hour washing the same plate while daydreaming?

“Oh is right. Now, are you gonna let me in?”

Wiping your hands on a dish towel, it’s one with stitched stars on it that Yoongi gifted you a couple of years ago, you hurry over to open the door. The second you do, Jungkook is stepping inside and locking you in a bear hug. Your squeal is muffled as you’re buried in his embrace, but you can’t quite find it in yourself to complain.

He smells like vanilla.

“Happy Saturday,” you stammer out. From where your head is pressed up against Jungkook’s chest, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his ribs.

Taking a step back to see what’s wrong, you frown as he looks at you with a fairly calm expression. There’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes which you’re sure is mirrored in your own.

“Happy Saturday to you, too. Ready?”

No, not really. Not since you’ve been planted at the sink, little beads of sweat forming due to the steaming water.

“Give me five minutes to freshen up?” You ask with an apologetic smile. Jungkook waves you off, pulling up the sleeves of his black, long-sleeve shirt and heading toward the kitchen.

“Sure, take your time. We don’t have a strict schedule tonight.”

Without waiting to see what he intends to do in your kitchen (pilfer snacks being the most likely course of action), you hurry to your bedroom.

There are hints of them everywhere you look.

One of the flowers from Jin’s bouquet is hanging upside down to dry above your dresser. You felt a bit like a teen doing that, but a small piece of you wanted to keep some sort of memory of last week’s date.

Jimin’s music box sits beside the books you bought with Namjoon. You’ve found that listening to the music box while reading is quickly becoming a habit of yours.

Of course, that means you snack on the walnuts that Taehyung left for you while reading. You hadn’t even realized that he left them until this past week. They’d been hiding in your cupboard, and you’d taken quite a liking to them. Either that, or the small sticky note that was attached to the bag.

A single heart traced in bold lines and scribbles.

Slipping on Hobi’s bracelet has become like second nature, making you smile as you twist it around the face the right way.

“Ok,” you breathe out with a glance toward the mirror. You smooth out your hair, straightening your blouse and black jeans. “Here we go.”

Of course, you can’t forget the biggest reminder of the boys.

The copy of the pact that you stole from Jin last week, currently atop your dresser-

“Oh no,” you breathe out as soon as you remember that the pact is not where it’s supposed to be.

You’d taken it out earlier for some light perusing, and had left it out on the coffee table. As far as you knew, none of the boys were aware of your thievery. Yet.

Sneaking out of your room and tiptoeing down the hall, you hear Jungkook humming to himself in the kitchen. Trying to remain as quiet as possible, you make a beeline for the front room.

You let out a sigh of relief when the pact is still undisturbed on the table. Swooping down to grab it, you turn on your heel and-

“AH!!!”

“Ah!” Jungkook yells back, towering over you.

“Why would you-” you hit one shoulder “sneak up-” you assault the other “on me like that?!”

Jungkook grabs your wrist, nose scrunching up as he looks at you like you’re some sweet woodland animal and not a crazy woman.

“Why so jumpy today?” He croons, doing his best to get under your skin. Then he frowns, releasing your wrist in exchange for stepping a little closer. “Is everything ok?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, gripping the pact in your free hand behind your back. “I just have to put something away and then we’re good to go, ok?”

He assesses you for another minute before stepping aside. “Sounds good.”

Rushing to your room and closing the door, you rest against it for a moment and close your eyes. So far, so good. Right?

Stuffing the pact into a drawer in your dresser, you grab your things and double check yourself in the mirror.

Why are you so jumpy today?

Perhaps the fact that all of this is coming to an end very soon is what has you on edge. The fact that Jungkook is here means that there’s only one date left.

And then what?

It’s a question you don’t know how to answer. And yet, you’re the only one that can.

Taking a steadying breath, you salute your reflection and head out.

Jungkook waits for you by the door, looking…well, looking like Jungkook. Black shirt, drawstring army green pants, thick boots. His hair looks a little windblown, which you know has become a recent sort of addiction for him. The thought of him driving with the windows down makes you grin. No doubt he looked like some sort of excited puppy with his hair flying in the wind.

Jungkook, unaware of you train of thought, just grins back.

“You look great,” he mumbles out, a tinge of pink giving him away. For all of your antics that you have a tendency to get into, you sometimes forget that Jungkook is one of the shyest out of all the boys.

“So do you,” you respond. Turning before you can spot the smile on his face, Jungkook opens up the door and escorts you outside. “What’s on the agenda for tonight?”

“Well, that depends,” Jungkook skips down the steps, shoving his hands in his pockets. He reaches the car before you, pulling the passenger side door open. “What do you wanna do?”

You pause before sliding into the car, noting that it’s the same one you took with Namjoon. It’s an SUV, much more spacious than the smaller cars you drove in with Hobi or Tae. “What do you mean?”

Shrugging, Jungkook heads over to the other side of the car before hopping in. You finally get in as well, looking at the boy quizzically. He fiddles with the keys, glancing over at you before resting his hands atop the steering wheel.

“This is your sixth date,” he muses. “I figured that this might be nice, for a change. You say the word, and I’ll take you wherever you wanna go. We have…” he squint at the clock, which reads seven o’clock. “Approximately five hours.”

“Huh.” You lean back against your seat, staring out at the road with a dumbfounded expression. “Really? Did you just not plan anything?”

Jungkook looks offended. “Of course I did! I have a backup plan if you can’t come up with anything. I don’t know…I just thought it might be nice. Let’s go do whatever you want.”

The gears in your mind begin to turn and you’re half tempted to just go with whatever Jungkook has as his backup plan, until you remember something.

“You mean it?” You ask, wiggling your brows at Jungkook. “Whatever I want?”

Jungkook stares in disbelief at the rundown building, a smile fighting its way onto his cheeks. “This? This is what you wanted?”

He must have thought that you’d choose something a bit more daring than this. However, you nod happily, slipping out of your seat and wandering over to his side of the car. He still remains inside, looking at the building with absolute confusion. With a sly grin, you open up his door and gesture for him to exit.

“C’mon, let’s eat.”

Together you make your way inside the open air restaurant, taking in the sight and smells. You wave at the worker behind the front counter, who grins and waves back at you.

Taking a seat in the far corner at a plastic chair and table, you can’t help but laugh at the awestruck expression on Jungkook’s face. The lighting inside is poor, it doesn’t quite reach your corner of the room. However, just enough of it reaches Jungkook to highlight the shadows on his face and occasionally catch on his eyes.

“This place has the best lamb skewers,” you explain. “I haven’t come out in a long time.”

Jungkook’s expression melts into one of adoration as he looks at you, and you wonder if he realizes it. “I love lamb skewers.”

“I know.”

When you’re ready, you call out your order to a passing worker. They nod, rushing to the back to pass it on. A few people are scattered throughout the restaurant, most of which are too enraptured by their food or their friends to pay any attention to you two. Jungkook blends right in, except for his giant boots that set him apart. Hopefully nobody will pay them any mind.

Settled across the table from Jungkook, you let out a sigh of relief.

“What?” Jungkook immediately asks, ever the intuitive one. “Are you sure everything’s alright? Maybe I should’ve come up with something fun to do instead of make you choose-”

You hold up a hand, waving him off. “No, I’m happy. This is…nice.”

Jungkook blinks, and suddenly you’re reminded of a date you went on in middle school. He somehow manages to revive those same butterflies when he looks at you like that.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you reassure. “Although I am a little surprised that you aren’t the final date. Didn’t you decide the order?”

“Ah,” Jungkook leans back, forgetting that he’s sitting on a stool. He nearly topples over, making you lurch forward and grab his hand. “Uh, thank you,” he mutters as he sits up straight.

“Careful,” you quietly chide, going to sit back down. You attempt to take your hand out of his grasp, but Jungkook latches on. Intertwining his fingers through yours, he gives you a soft smile which has you relaxing in his grasp.

Resting your hands in the center of the table, Jungkook speaks up again. “Anyways, yeah. The order. I was planning on going last, but then the thing that Yoongi has planned didn’t work out for any other weekend. So we swapped.” He takes up tracing the outline of your knuckles, resting his chin in the palm of his free hand.

“I see.” The way that the shadows are playing with Jungkook’s features has you remembering a different time when you two were stuck a in dark room. “So…uh…” you try to come up with something else to say in order to fight off the memory of Jungkook’s arms around you.

You suppose that’s when it all started. And that’s traitorous question which had popped up into your mind in the haunted house, when you wondered if Jungkook was about to kiss you.

And you wondered if you’d let him.

Sitting across from him now and seeing how his eyes widen with excitement as your food is placed before you, you try and fail to fight off a similar question. One that’s been plaguing you for weeks now.

“These’re ‘mazing,” Jungkook coos as he takes another bite of the lamb skewer. “Why haven’t you told me about this place before?”

Chuckling at his reaction, you grab his wrist and angle the skewer toward you. Leaning forward, you take a bite of the food and watch as Jungkook visibly swallows.

You shrug. “It didn’t seem like something worth sharing at the time.”

“Mmm,” Jungkook appears to be scolding you, but the words aren’t quite coming out as food keeps going in. “Mm-mmhmm.”

You burst out laughing at his impressive performance, leaning back and-

Thwack!

Stool slipping out from under you, you collapse onto the ground in a fit of laughter. Jungkook throws his food down, jumping up to his feet and looking concerned until he sees that you’re still laughing. Shaking his head, he extends his hand and helps you back to your feet.

“It’s gonna be a miracle if we make it out of this place without a concussion.”

You wipe fake tears from your eyes, settling back down on your chair. “Promise me you’ll pay for my hospital bills?”

“I’ll consider it.”

When you gasp in offense, he points to the food. “Hey! It’s not my fault that you were keeping vital information from me! That really threw a wrench in my trust for you!”

“This is what you consider vital information?”

“Hey, don’t judge me.”

“I’m just saying…it’s a little concerning.”

“Don’t we tell each other everything?” Jungkook shoots back with pleading eyes. To an outsider, it looks like a typical lover’s quarrel. Little do they know, you’re bickering about lamb skewers.

You shoot him a pointed look. “Oh-ho, you really wanna talk about sharing everything? Need I mention a certain pact-”

“No, you do not.”

“Hmph.” You cross your arms. “That’s what I thought.”

“In my defense, I did tell you. Eventually.” From the way he begins chewing on his lips you can tell that he’s remembering the circumstances in which he told you about the pact.

However, it’s the way his eyes dart down to your mouth that have you recalling a feeling of unfinished business with Jungkook. You’re not quite sure what it is, but it’s there.

“After two years.”

He points a finger at you. “Hey, two and a half- oh, wait.”

“That didn’t help.”

“No yeah, I see that now.”

You snort, grabbing some food. It’s all too easy to slip back into your familiar banter with Jungkook. You’ve missed it.

Jungkook looks a little lost in his thoughts as he munches on his lamb skewer, a pout forming on his face. You nudge his knee under the table, shooting him a questioning look.

“What’s up?” You ask quietly.

He resumes chewing on the inside of his cheek, staring down at his food like he’s about to interrogate it. “Do you regret it?”

You’re not exactly sure what he’s referring to, but either way it leaves a knot in your stomach. “Regret what, Guk?”

Jungkook shrugs, his pout only growing. “Finding out about it? Agreeing to all this?”

Setting your food down, you ponder for a moment over the past six weeks. Perhaps a small part of you does regret knowing. However, it’s more for the fact that you know things can’t return to normal. Not after all you’ve experienced. Not after the way certain people have managed to lodge themselves into your heart more than you’d care to imagine.

“This,” you begin, and without thought you find yourself reaching across the table for Jungkook’s hand. He reads your thoughts, meeting you halfway. “Is the most terrifying thing I think I’ve ever done. It’s weird, and new, and frightening.”

Jungkook nods, seeming to have expected this. Before he can come to some silent understanding within his mind, you continue on.

“But I wouldn’t change it for the world. These last six weeks have been…” you shake your head, struggling to find the words.

How do you put this into words? Those small moments between breaths, the way you felt from the way some of the boys looked at you. How do you explain that you have never before felt so loved in your life? That despite the worries and improbability of it all, you would never change it for the world?

“…perfect.”

Blinking up at you, Jungkook looks a little shocked. “Perfect?”

“I’m glad you told me,” you admit, voice coming out a nothing more than a whisper. “I hope you don’t regret it.”

Jungkook’s eyes trail down to where your hands are interlocked. “I’m glad I told you, too.”

You feel so warm, sitting here. The food is half gone, the restaurant is loud and busy. Jungkook keeps one hand in yours as he takes up his skewer again, making sure to give you a bite every once in a while.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice the rain that begins to fall. It drizzles at first, however when a clash of lightning strikes, you jolt. Jungkook squeezes your hand.

“Eat up,” he mumbles. “What do you wanna do after this?”

The rainfall seems to quell your thoughts, finally silencing them as you focus entirely on Jungkook. “I’m not sure…how about you choose? I already chose the food.”

Jungkook harrumphs his agreement, jumping up to go pay while you finish off the remaining food. It’s utterly delicious, even more so than you remember. Truly, your love of food knows no bounds.

You snort at yourself, probably looking like an idiot but enjoying your own company. Jungkook wanders back over, a half-smile already on his face at your state.

“What’s so funny?”

You shake your head, pointing to the platters of food. “I swear, I’m just using you guys so I can eat whatever I want. It’s amazing.”

Jungkook lets out a startled laugh. “I can’t believe you. Using us like that.” There’s no bite in his words, which only makes it all so much better. “C’mon, we’ll have to hurry to the car. It’s pouring out there.”

Indeed it is. Together the two of you sprint toward the car, cursing the fact that you didn’t have to foresight to at least bring a jacket. Instead you fend off the rain by throwing your hands over your head, heart melting a bit when you feel Jungkook trying his best to lean over you to take the brunt of the attack.

Once you’ve leapt inside the car it’s only a matter of seconds before Jungkook is on the other side. He shakes out his hair as he starts up the car, making you shout in protest.

Naturally, he does it a bit more.

“Yah!” You shout. “I surrender!”

This seems to sate him, making him smile at you mischievously. “Good.” Pulling out onto the road, he takes off toward an unknown destination. “Sit tight, we’ll be there in a bit.”

It doesn’t take long to get there. It’s a little difficult to tell where you are exactly due to the heavy rain, but you can just make out a pond and grove of trees beyond the downpour.

“Stay right here,” Jungkook instructs before diving out of the car.

Like, literally dives. You’re fairly certain he goes headfirst, making you burst out into peals of laughter. He reappears a second later, already drenched while he begins to lay the seats down. You’re dying to ask what he’s doing, but you’re not sure if he would be able to hear you as heavy raindrops thud against the roof.

Once he’s managed to get all of the seats down, he makes his way to the trunk. He glances up to where you watch from the front seat, a look of determination shining in his eyes.

“Close your eyes,” he orders. It’s hard to hear him, but it’s easy enough to read his lips. They’re glistening with raindrops, which he hasn’t bothered to lick off yet-

Er, it’s not like you were staring. Nah. No. Nothing like that. Just happened to notice them.

Yeah. That’s what it was.

Despite your curiosity, you turn around to face the front and close your eyes. It’s hard to tell what’s going on behind you, but you occasionally catch the sound of Jungkook crawling around.

It feels like an eternity later when Jungkook opens up your door, making you jump at the sudden onslaught of rain. He grins at you from behind his soaked hair, extending his hand.

“Hurry!”

Jumping out of the car, you chase after Jungkook who keeps a firm grip on your hand. He leads you around to the back of the car, where he hurries to open up the trunk.

You hardly have time to take in the sight the unfolds before your eyes before Jungkook wrapping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into the car. You push your hair out of your eyes, about to crawl forward when a hand on your ankle stops you.

“Shoes!” Jungkook shouts, apparently past the point of speaking in full sentences. Turning around to sit down properly, you get to work on one of your sneakers while Jungkook takes the other. Once they’re off, you crawl up to the front to toss them onto the floor.

Once they’re safely stowed away, you turn around and take a look at the back of the car.

Somehow, in the span of just a couple of minutes, Jungkook has transformed the back of the car into an impromptu paradise.

As he clambers in and brushes past you to toss his shoes up front, you gape. A couple of pillows are propped up on the edges of the car, looking like clouds amidst the sea of the comforter. The blanket itself is soft to the touch, and you spot another blanket folded in the corner. Hanging from the latches on the ceiling are battery powered string lights, dowsing you in a fairy-like dreamland.

The hatch remains open, providing a breathtaking view. Sure enough, there’s a pond. Just beyond the bond stands a grove of tall trees, hardly wavering in the rain. The entire view is nothing short of ethereal. It’s enough to leave you wondering for a moment if you’ve unintentionally wandered into some strange remake of A Midsummer Night’s Dream because you’ve become that there’s no way magic doesn’t exist.

And there’s Jungkook, sitting across from you with a timid smile while he delves into one of his many pockets in his cargo pants. A second later he produces a deck of cards, tossing them between you where they land softly on the thick comforter.

“This,” he says a touch breathlessly, “was my backup plan.”

There are no words left in your brain to describe this moment. The way water droplets drip from the long strands of Jungkook’s hair has you mesmerized, and you force yourself to reach out for that deck of cards and slide them from the box.

“This,” you stammer out, “is the best backup plan ever.”

Jungkook is radiant as his smile grows, nose scrunching up and a soft chuckle leaving those lips. “Thanks.”

You’re not sure how long you’re in the back of the car, playing Egyptian Ratscrew until tears are running from your eyes as you laugh and squeal. Jungkook inevitably wins, probably due to your vision being impaired by said tears. Eventually you decline a 33rd round (he says that it’s only the eleventh but your throbbing hands say it’s definitely the 33rd) in favor of laying out and watching the rain.

Jungkook joins you where you sprawl out on your stomach, watching the ripples in the pond as the rain continues. It’s let up a bit more now, but the sound of rain on the roof is enough to lull you into a tired trance.

Leaning into your side, Jungkook loops his arm through yours until his hand is resting on your own. You automatically rest your head against his shoulder, letting out a content sigh.

“Your hands are so red,” Jungkook whispers. You snort, examining your abused hands.

“Yeah, I told you that you slap hard,” you whisper back furiously. Jungkook chuckles, making you shake along with him.

“Don’t act all innocent. You about killed me,” he replies, showing off his reddened hands. “I forgot how brutal that game is.”

“Me too. But it’s so fun.”

“Mmm.”

“I mean, when else do I get a free pass to slap you?”

Now Jungkook laughs in earnest, the sound going straight to your heart. “You’re ruthless.”

“Hey, you’re the one that has a thing for ruthless women.”

“Touché.”

Soon the rhythm of the rain fades into the background as Jungkook takes up a melody, humming softly. Your eyes drift shut, taking in the sound.

It would be so easy to stay here forever. The blanket is so soft, Jungkook is so sweet, the view so perfect.

Your lips form the words before you completely comprehend what’s going on. “…wanna stay here.”

“Hmm?” Jungkook asks, his voice coming from above you. He shifts, arm resting along your back and wrapping around your waist. “What’d you say, jagiya?”

“I wanna stay.”

“We can stay a little longer,” he reassures gently. You shake your head, nuzzling deeper into his side.

“Forever, though.”

“You wanna stay forever?”

“Mhmm.”

Jungkook brushes a hand through your hair before running a finger along your jawline. “Back here, with me? And the blankets?”

You hum in agreement. “And the lights and the rain.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. “It can’t rain forever, jagiya.”

“Why not?” Your brain isn’t completely coherent at the moment, but you don’t try to stop it.

“We’d float away.”

“Oh.”

“Ok?”

“Mm.”

Eventually the rain turns into a light drizzle and Jungkook deems it time to head back. It’s already late, but you find yourself wanting to bask in the soft glow that the string lights provide for just a moment longer.

Jungkook reassures you that he won’t put the seats back up yet, but that you need to head up front. Getting up and moving seems to kickstart your brain, and you’re much more awake when you settle into the front seat.

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the radio quietly singing. You two sing along, and you stare out the window as you drive down the streets of Itaewon. You pass the spot you ate earlier, making you smile.

All too soon, you’re turning onto your street. It’s enough to make you attempt sinking through the seat, but Jungkook parks the car and comes around to your side.

“Welcome home,” he mumbles as you slide out of the car. You turn your face up to the sky, allowing the light rain to wake you up a bit more.

“Thank you.”

Jungkook takes your hand in his as you head up the stairs to your apartment, and you wonder for a moment if that’s your racing pulse you feel or his own. It’s that question that has you racing back to reality.

The doorstep.

You reach your door, turning to face Jungkook. You haven’t even tried getting your keys out yet, the thought hasn’t crossed your mind. Instead, you stare up at Jungkook only to find him chewing on the inside of his cheek and staring down at the ground. He massages the back of his neck, looking for all the world like he’s forgotten how to speak.

“Thank you,” you repeat for the second time in less than a minute. “I really enjoyed it, Jungkook. I…” your words trail off as Jungkook takes a step forward, hands reaching around you to wrap around the railing of your porch.

“Do you ever wonder what might have happened…” Jungkook’s eyes snap up to yours, and they betray his next words as they drift to your lips. “If I had kissed you that night?”

A sound comes out of your throat, however you’re not sure if it was a half-formed word or simply a reaction to the way Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip as he tilts his head to one side.

He takes another micro-step, effectively trapping you between him and the wrought iron railing. “Because I do. Every day.”

Again, that question comes flying back from the catacombs of your memory. Right now, you wonder if he’ll kiss you.

You wonder if you’d let him.

The fact that this question has been on your mind for so long makes you realize the answer to his question.

You’re not sure how you manage to speak as you feel Jungkook’s hands slide onto your waist, but you do. “Y-yes. I do.” Taking a deep breath you utter out, “Of course I do.”

Another step, a bit of rain slipping down the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’s stopped breathing, but you wonder if that’s only because you’re holding your breath.

He’s leaning down, eyes so focused on yours that you feel as though your soul has been laid out before him. Finally, once he’s mere millimeters away, he takes a shaky breath.

“Just once.”

You wonder if it was meant more for himself than for you, but you don’t have time to entertain the thought for long before he’s pressing forward.

The first touch of his lips against yours reminds you of the paradise you were in just minutes ago. His lips are soft – so soft – against yours, reminding you of resting on a cloud. His lips are hesitant, so unlike the iron-like grip he has on your hips.

Some part of your brain is screaming at you, although you’re unsure of why. What could the consequences of such a beautiful action be?

It’s beautiful enough to make you frown when Jungkook pulls away, the raindrops on his lips long gone as you taste them on your lips. He looks down at you sheepishly, taking a single step back.

“I- I…” he chokes the words out, looking like there might be an internal war going on in his head as well. For a moment, he wins. “One more,” he whispers, the words almost lost to the soft pitter patter of the rain.

He’s much faster this time, throwing caution to the wind as he closes in on you. One hand tangles itself in your hair, the other caressing your cheek as you sigh against his mouth. The kiss is a little sloppy, the force of it nearly making you stumble backward. You cling to his shirt in an effort to remain upright, attempting to somehow crawl closer despite your already close proximity.

One more quickly turns into two, then three. All you know is the feel of his lips against yours and the rain gently falling, having lost count a while ago.

Everything is Jungkook, Jungkook-

Completely unbidden, someone else floats into your train of thought.

You gasp as your thoughts take an unexpected turn, eyes flying open. The sight before you completely wrecks you.

Jungkook leans forward once more, hair a mess and cheeks rosy pink. There’s a dazed look in his eyes, and you realize that he must have assumed you just needed to breathe before falling into you again.

He leans in, quick to turn your thoughts toward him again. Soon it’s him, all him in your head.

And yet-

You stumble back as though struck by lightning, then jump in earnest as lightning does strike. Jungkook stares at you, but for a brief moment as his features are lit up by the lightning, all you can see is him.

What does that even mean?

“I- uh…” you’re practically panting, fighting with all you have to not reach out for Jungkook as he takes a step back. His eyes clear a bit, and you can already see the guilt festering in his eyes. You attempt a joke. “Aren’t you breaking rule #5?”

Jungkook blinks at you. “What? I…that was…a lot. I’m so sorry…rule five? What?”

“You know…the pact, rule five-” you throw a hand over your mouth, realizing that you may have said too much.

“How do you know that’s rule #5?” Jungkook asks, but you’re already pushing him off your porch and fumbling for your keys. “Wait, have you read-”

“Thanks again, Jungkook!” You shout over your shoulder, throwing your front door open. “And, er, I liked kissing you- wait, that’s not normal-”

Jungkook laughs, although still looking concerned. He frowns, and you do your best to avoid noting just how much pinker his lips look now. “I hope you’re ok-”

“Great! I’m great!”

You’re not. You’re a little frantic at the moment, but great.

With that, Jungkook waves goodbye and turns away, bidding you goodnight.

It’s a long time before you move out of the front room. Instead, you take up camp on your couch, staring off into the distance. Replaying, rewinding, reliving what just happened.

In the end, you’re more confused than when you began.

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BTS reaction to their S/O being obsessed with something

Oh man this took a while to do, i started it Tuesday but i kept getting stopped by stuff happening around me ughh.

I also got bitten by my cat last Sunday so had to visit the hospital and now I’m on 2 antibiotics the next 5 days sobs.

Only good thing about this is the many ideas i have gotten for reactions C:

Anyways, if you have criticism or ideas for reactions / imagines feel free to let me know!

Jin

Entering the kitchen you saw Jin standing surrounded by dirty pots and pans. Gasping you quickly tried to stand in front of them to shield them from his eyes, but it was too late. Jin gave you a small glare while he sighed, the amount of washing up you’d have to do. 

Jin didn’t necessarily hate what you were doing, he just hated the work that came after. Watching you cook and serve good food for him was a big joy. At the start of you living together, he had been the one cooking the most, so when he had to work longer hours he had gotten worried.

Maybe you couldn’t make your own food, so he had to make extra the night before so you’d have lunch and breakfast at the very least. However you surprised him when you whipped out your collection of cooking books and your apron. 

Stepping into the kitchen like you’d always been there to use it, he could only stare as he watched you whip out pans and pots like a professional. At the start you cooked relatively simple meals. But as you got more and more confident in the kitchen you started experimenting more and more.

Experimenting also meant using more utensils which meant more cleaning. Jin sighed lowly as he was washing the pans and pots while you stood next to him drying them. You knew he was a bit tired from work and you having forgotten to clean the pans and pots didn’t exactly help.

Making up your mind you grabbed his hand, dragged him away from the sink and towards the couch. You made him sit down and told him to wait while you made him some cocoa. While Jin rested on the couch you finished cleaning the kitchen.

Crawling up on the couch you snuggled up to him while you watched a movie and enjoyed the food you’d made earlier.

Namjoon

Exiting the car Namjoon looked to your side of the car to see you excitedly jumping up and down. You’d gone to the water park and swimming hall where you’d meet up with some of the other guys and their significant others. 

You had been trying to plan it out for weeks and after that was even more waiting time until the date arrived. You had been beyond excited as it had been ages since you’d last gone swimming. Namjoon knew you loved swimming and water parks as you hadn’t spoken of anything else the last few weeks.

Namjoon was very happy to see you so excited, but he was also a bit worried if you’d get hurt on some of the slides or sharp corners in the pools. You however entered the swimming hall with confidence, finally feeling in your right element. 

As the others in your group got tired and hungry, you were left alone with Namjoon, who insisted he’d keep an eye on you despite you telling him it was fine. He watched as you splashed around in the water, moving like a fish. 

Deciding it was a bit boring with Namjoon just watching you dove, swam towards him and jumped up splashing water all over him. At first Namjoon was surprised and didn't know how to react, but once he got his bearings he grinned and started running after you. 

You spent the rest of the time chasing each other and splashing water. When you got home you were both dead tired, and nearly fell asleep on the couch after having eaten dinner.

Yoongi

Walking into the apartment Yoongi was surprised to see dirt stains on the floor and hearing grunts coming from the living room. Thinking something bad had happened he dropped the groceries and rushed into the living room, only to see you balancing a heavy pot and a giant umbrella plant in each hand.

Yoongi continued to stare at you while you continued your grunting and finally placed the pot and the plant down on the floor. Finally making his presence known by clearing his throat you jumped a bit in surprise. Turning around you grinned sheepishly at him, you knew he’d be unhappy with the soil and dirt stains around the house even if you promised to clean them up.

Contrary to the complaints you thought you’d receive you heard another sigh, followed by Yoongi walking over and grabbing the pot and plant. Following after him as he started walking you watched curiously as he took them outside on the balcony and placed them down there.

He then turned to walk back inside, probably to start putting the groceries he’d dropped in his haste away. Before walking inside he stopped, and turned halfway, telling you to call him or wait for him so you didn’t have to carry the big pots and plants yourself.

After Yoongi disappeared inside, you continued replanting the plant, while giggling at his antics. He acted irritated only to offer you his help, typical of him. Later that day when you’d finished replanting and sorting out your plants, Yoongi returned to help you put them back.

What he didn’t notice was that you stopped helping halfway and started recording videos and taking pictures. Now you had proof that Yoongi was really a big softie and not an ice prince.

Hoseok

Hearing a ping going off from his phone he reached over to check the new message. He and the other guys were in the middle of a dance practice and his phone had been going off for the last hour with ping after ping.

Finally having a break from the dancing he could check who was sending him so many mentions and messages. As he unlocked his phone he saw your name pop up, followed by another ping.

Opening the messages he saw they were full of memes, including one of his favourite memes. Chuckling under his breath he scrolled through the memes and messages you���d sent him. Yoongi looked over when he accidentally let out a small laugh at one meme in particular.

Quickly shooting a small apology to Yoongi he got back to the messages. He looked through the memes he had saved himself, the ones he’d kept hidden for an occasion like this. He knew you’d asked for a meme war with the messages, and he was going to give you what you asked for.

At home you were waiting for Hoseok to answer your many messages back. Suddenly hearing a ping - ping - ping going off from your phone you rushed to grab it finding that Hoseok had accepted your meme war. You knew he had dance practice so you knew it’d be a short meme war, but it was better than sitting in silence waiting for him to come back.

A few hours later you heard the door open while you were sitting in front of the tv. You rushed out to welcome him and to tell him you thought you’d won the meme war. Hoseok obviously disapproved  thinking he’d won so you ended up having a tickle fight until you surrendered.

Jimin

Jimin entered the library as silently as he could. He was carrying a giant bag of books that he had to return after reading them. He glanced around the library searching for your eyes as you’d promised to look for new books with him.

When he didn’t see you he decided to just turn in the books and text you afterwards, you could be running late or you’d gotten stuck in your favourite corner of the library. While Jimin turned his books in, he didn’t notice the door opening again as you entered.

You sneaked over grabbing his shoulders, making him shout in surprise. You giggled while Jimin blushed as a librarian looked angrily at the both of you. Jimin in turn to your giggling also turned to stare at you trying to look angry despite his blushing.

As he finished turning his books in he grabbed your hand and dragged you off to a more secluded area to find new books. While you were browsing he turned around suddenly, making you stare surprised at him. In his hands he had a book that had been reserved for the last 4 months.

Whispering a woah you reached for the book however jimmin quickly pulled his hand back smiling victoriously at you. Grumbling lightly you knew you'd have to wait till he finished the book before you'd get to read it. 

Luckily for you both, you spent a lot of time reading, so he'd finish the book in a week tops. 

Taehyung

Taehyung entered the apartment and was surprised at how quiet it was. Usually you’d come running from whichever room you were in to greet him when he came home.

It wasn’t even late in the evening, so he suspected you’d either gone out without telling him, or fallen asleep on the couch. You had after all been very busy with assignments and had finally gotten a hard earned break from school.

As Taehyung ventured further into the apartment, stopping by the kitchen to grab a cup of cocoa, he heard low humming from his studio.

He’d thought you’d gone out as he didn’t see you on the couch or in the bedroom, but he didn’t think you’d be in his studio.

Lightly pushing the door open, he sneaked a peek at you. You were standing in front of a big canvas, filling it out with light colours. While Taehyung couldn’t see your face, he knew you’d be in deep concentration, especially considering you didn’t even notice him coming home.

He decided to leave you to yourself while he went to make some sandwiches for the both of you. He returned shortly after and lightly knocked the door, hearing a small gasp coming from inside. Moments later the door opened and you jumped out into his arms, thinking he’d only just gotten home.

So when he grabbed your hand and led you to the dining table you were surprised to see sandwiches ready for you. As you sat down Taehyung finally got a proper look at you. He saw you had paint on your hands and you’d somehow managed to get paint on your cheek. Reaching over he wiped it off with a wet towel piece while grinning at you.

He thought he was the only one who could be so captivated by painting to end up covered in it, but you’d proved him wrong. 

Jungkook

You entered Jungkook's room and immediately noticed how dark it was. The only light in there came from his huge monitor where he’d usually be sitting. His chair was however empty, which was very unusual.

Grabbing your chance you rushed to sit in the chair, grabbed the mouse and opened your favourite game. You knew Jungkook would be back soon, he’d only just gone out to take a call from Jin who was nagging him (according to Jungkook at least, everyone else knew it was for the best) to stop playing so many games. 

Hearing a small sound from the headphones that had been lying on the table your eyes focused back on the screen. The game was starting so you had to focus. You quickly grabbed the headphones, turned the sound down a notch and started playing.

What felt like 5 minutes later the door was thrown open and a seemingly angry Jungkook entered. He grabbed the headphones off your head, and started telling you how you were ruining his streak. Finally glancing at the screen Jungkook was surprised to see you had won almost all the rounds you’d played so far.

Turning to look at you with mixed emotions he grabbed you off the chair and pulled you to your feet. He then dragged you off to Taehyung's room, barging in like it was nothing. Taehyung looked surprised when Jungkook asked where his old computer was. 

Quickly grabbing the computer Jungkook dragged you back into his room, shutting the door and moving you to sit in a different chair. While he opened the computer and prepared the game for you, you could only stare in surprise. You’d thought he was angry, but he just wanted to play with you.

Many hours later you were still playing with him, much to Jins disappointment.

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Jin: “I just hope anyone who likes me is happy”

When you’re trying to speak candidly with someone, it’s not always easy to be pleasant and considerate at the same time. Jin is all those things. “Butter” is staying on top of the Billboard Hot 100. How does it feel? Jin: I can’t really get a feel for what kind of response it’s getting since I can only go to and from work right now. Since all the awards shows are done remotely/have moved online, too, we can’t accept any awards in person or feel the vibe in person or anything. And I don’t use the Internet much, really. Consequently, I ended up feeling less pressure and I could enjoy the promotional period itself a little better. I’m just glad we’re doing well in the meantime.

In your last interview with Weverse Magazine, you talked about the pressure you felt after “Dynamite” topped the Billboard Hot 100, but it seems like you’re mostly over that. Jin: You could say that I cleared my mind, or that I worked through some things. I’m pretty sure I am doing better than then. I’m keeping a pretty regular routine now that I’m getting accustomed to commuting life, even though my schedule is sometimes a bit erratic. When I had to keep working without a single day off, I was sometimes really tired because I had things of my own to do after work before going to bed, but now after cycling through this routine for a while I’m a little healthier and I’m getting a little more sleep, too.

Before “Butter” came out, you released a solo song, “Abyss.” You were very forthcoming about the psychological difficulties you revealed in the lyrics and what you wrote about the song. What effect did releasing “Abyss” have on you? Jin: I felt a kind of relief. I want my fans to picture me as being happy and I don’t actually want them to know that I feel that way, but now and then I feel the need to talk about what’s inside me. It’s been a few years since I expressed it in a song or explained anything about it so I feel a tiny bit relieved.

Part of the lyrics say, “I want to know more about you today.” That overlaps with the line, “I hold my breath and enter my ocean,” to make a song that’s like you’re meeting your own inner self. Jin: Even I don’t know myself very well, and I was also depressed at the time, and that’s how I chose to face that part of myself. I never had a chance to meet myself, and I just feel like I was submerged in my own ocean and came back up to walk on the beach.

It’s not a perfect solution, but just the act itself of trying to go deep into the place with the answer appears to have had a positive influence on you. Jin: I’m trying. I thought that sort of exercise was right for me, but if this doesn’t resolve anything, I’ll try something else, and then something else. If I’m having a hard time, I can ask the label for some time off to do something else. I feel like just being able to do that, even, is a little bit helpful itself.

Is your style of singing in that song related to the message you wanted to convey? You tried to reveal the problems you had in a frank manner and solve them in some way, and the song disclosed your emotions as straightforwardly as the lyrics did. Jin: I handled the overall direction and composition of the song with Kye Bumzoo, one of the producers, and Pdogg, the other producer, directed while I recorded the vocals. We decided I would just go with my gut and not try to make it sound pretty or anything. That goes for the lyrics, too. I prefer songs that convey emotion in a calm, straightforward manner, both when I sing and when I’m listening to music.

Then what about “Butter”? Although it’s also straightforward like “Abyss,” the feelings it expresses are more pleasant. Jin: Seriously, sometimes I think how great it’d be if I could sing this kind of song exclusively—other than the chorus. (laughs) I mean, every song we sing is so high-pitched. If you take out the chorus of this song, I thought I could do this song live pretty comfortably, no matter how hard the dance moves are.

You sing the “Butter” chorus in a light, high pitch. You must have given a lot of thought about how to express yourself for that part. Jin: I felt pressure because the notes in the chorus are particularly high, so I put all my power into singing it, but I actually ended up putting too much power into my vocals, so I kept thinking I have to ease up and chill. When we were doing the first performance in particular, I forgot all of that and put power behind my vocals. I get nervous for every performance, but some make me especially nervous. I feel it sometimes whenever I do those performances. Inside I’m like, Right—Seokjin, you said you would ease up, remember? Anyway, it’s also nice that I get to show off a lot in “Butter.” You know I’m handsome, right? (laughs) It makes me happy that I can show off my handsome face to my heart’s content and show you everything I’m capable of. I wanted to show all of this off in a performance as quickly as possible.

“Butter” opens with you making gestures with your hands while looking cheerfully into the camera. I imagine you had a lot of fun preparing for the performance. Jin: Practice is honestly a burden, though. Usually when we practice, I’m slow at learning the moves. So I’m not very good at it. [And] when I practiced with [performance director Son] Sung Deuk, he was really worried at first. This is tough—can he pull it off? He worried a lot, right up until we got up for our first performance, but when he saw me again after two or three weeks of doing “Butter,” he said to me, Whoa, is this Seokjin, the guy getting all that hot feedback lately? (laughs) He said I was dancing great. At first I hadn’t seen the response, so I asked him if he was teasing me, but he said, “No, everybody’s saying you’re dancing great.” If that’s really true, it’s all thanks to him. (laughs)

In the “ARMY Corner Store” video uploaded to YouTube for FESTA 2021 in celebration of the eighth anniversary of your debut, you said you put a lot of effort into following the songs and dances. Aren’t you satisfied with how “Butter” turned out? I feel like the song was more enjoyable thanks to the character you’ve built up over time. Jin: Well, the song where I’m most satisfied with myself is “Butter,” because I’ve been honing my skills for a long time at this point, and “Butter” is our latest release. As time goes by and we come out with more songs, and if I improve more, my favorite song will be whatever is newest, and then “Butter” might not be as satisfying to me anymore. But it’s the most satisfying one for now.

In what ways have you gotten better? Jin: When I first started this job, I practiced according to the staff’s directions, and even now in the case of dancing I’m still striving to follow along, but it takes me less time to adjust than it used to. When I review after practice, I can see how it’s going and what I need to do. It takes a little less time to line myself up with the beat than before, and I think I’ve become able to refine it a bit better. I was also happy this time around when Hobi told me my dancing really improved.

How was performing for “Permission to Dance”? Jin: I really like the song, but when we perform it, I wish I’d had more time to prepare. We had a comeback in May with “Butter” and then a fan meeting concert in June, so we got ready for “Permission to Dance” at the same time we were filming performances of “Butter.” We didn’t have anything else we had to work on before “Butter” so we had plenty of time to practice it, but we had to practice “Permission to Dance” and get ready for the fan meeting simultaneously. Time’s always tight, but I think I could’ve done even better if I could’ve taken a little more time. I wish I had had more time to put a little more effort in.

The more time you spend practicing, the better the outcome, and the more ambitious you end up becoming. Jin: So, I’m not good at memorizing lyrics, for instance. I think some of the other members can catch on real quick, but it’s not like that for me. So if we do something like a new song or a special one at a fan meeting, I have to spend more time preparing than the others. When a new song’s coming out, I have to practice for at least 4-5 days to get the hang of it.

You performed the rap in “Daechwita” for BTS 2021 MUSTER SOWOOZOO, but it’s really rare to see you rapping. I imagine the process you went through to practice was intense. Jin: It was so hard. I had to do “Daechwita” and “Chicken Noodle Soup,” but it was only about a month before the concert when the set list was decided. During that time, I’d come home after finishing work, turn on the music for “Daechwita” and practice it for 15 minutes, then do “Chicken Noodle Soup” after that, and then go straight to sleep. The next day I’d wake up, go to work, come home and do another 15 minutes of “Daechwita” and more “Chicken Noodle Soup.” I kept repeating that for a really long time. I’m terrible at memorizing lyrics so that kind of took a while.

That’s a lot of time to keep practicing constantly like that. Your work-life balance must also be important, too. It’s difficult to practice beyond a certain amount of time every day without having some time to relax. Jin: Exactly. Like I said, my skills are lacking when it comes to memorizing lyrics, but I think I have other abilities that cover up for what I lack. In fact, I enjoy constantly memorizing things like that. My gift is my ability to enjoy practicing repeatedly, so if I somehow succeed before the deadline, I give myself praise. (laughs) Practicing takes me a long time, so I just decided to treat it as one big project. The way I do it is, when I say it’s time for a break, it’s time for a break, and I rest to my heart’s content.

You seemed to be talking about the importance of time spent outside working hours in “ARMY Corner Store” when you said the measure of your satisfaction is the degree to which you can pass your day meaninglessly. As a member of BTS, you must not have that much time to spend as you please. Jin: Koreans my age have no choice but to self-improve these days. You have to improve your qualifications, learn things, and people even tell you your hobbies have to be productive, even though they’re hobbies. After being taught that way since I was young, I think I need to follow through on that somehow. I feel like I have to do something productive, even when I’m trying to take a break. But if I don’t do a single thing and just loaf around in bed, or do some unproductive, unnecessary activity, I actually end up feeling satisfied. Go from sleeping to waking up, waking up to eating, eating to sleeping again. Wake up from sleep and suddenly want to watch TV, and go watch it. If there’s nothing good on TV, play a game, then look at the clock, and if it’s late, sleep. I think everyone needs days like this.

That time must become all the more important when you’re busy being a member of BTS, since you don’t have much time to spend that way. Jin: When I’m not working, all I really want to do is something I enjoy for myself. In that case, people might wonder why you’re doing things that won’t help you in life, but I think that time’s important for everyone. Society is always seeking out the things that are useful. And that’s good, too, but for our own sake, I think we require time to find stability in our own minds, even if it looks useless in the eyes of others.

Speaking of which, you posted a picture of yourself eating with Bang Si-hyuk, the producer, on Weverse. It’s amazing that two people with so much influence and things to do can take the time to relax together. Jin: People around the office might feel he is unapproachable, but I don’t find him to be like that. (laughs) So I asked him in passing to have a drink and he suddenly said, “Okay, when are you free?” Most of the time, though, I only meet like that on a spur of the moment, so I said, “Uh, I’m busy right now. This day’s all booked up, too, and so’s this day.” (laughs) “Then just give me a rough time and I’ll make time when you’re done.” We talked back and forth like that and he came to see me the next day for dinner when I was all finished with work. And he said he’d cook for me and buy wine, too. Anyway, it was a nice meal.

You couldn’t have felt that comfortable with him before your debut (laughs) but as time passed, many things have changed. Everyone became so successful, too. Jin: You could say that I was in a position where I was looking for a job when I was a trainee. At the time, I thought people who got chosen seemed really cool, but by contrast I had no confidence. I don’t think it would’ve actually happened this way, but I thought if I talked to someone who found work, they would give me the cold shoulder, sort of. So I didn’t feel very confident.

I think you showed that you have confidence with the joke you told on tvN’s You Quiz on the Block about your older brother calling you Mr. Seokjin lately, or when you talked about the mood when an older relative gave you money for Korean New Years on V LIVE. That you can easily accept anyone no matter how they handle you. Jin: Right. If I don’t behave that way, everyone else has a harder time. People I know will say “the superstar is here” as a joke. If I say, “Superstar? What are you talking about? Don’t say that,” and give them a serious look, they’ll have no idea what to call me next time or what to talk about. Honestly, if someone who’s meeting me for the first time or doesn’t see me that often responds in that kind of somewhat exaggerated way, they might think it’s fun. I’m sure that’s the way I’d react if I met a really famous person. So if someone says, “Aha, the superstar is here,” I say, “the superstar has come!” too. As long as I don’t respond in a serious way so everyone can tell it’s a joke, the ice is broken.

Now that you’re a superstar for real—not a joke—is there anything you’d tell the old, unconfident Jin from the past if you could meet him? Jin: I don’t know what I would tell him. I want to tell him to keep his head up (laughs) but if I gave my old self too much to think about, he might end up feeling exhausted after practice and give up. I think it would be enough just to tell him to work hard.

Where do you find the ambition to keep working hard, even now? Jin: From ARMY’s reactions, of course. I’d say I’m trying harder and trying to do well without exhausting myself so I can see people on Twitter or Weverse saying I’ve improved or that I’m doing a good job. And these days we have to do the performances on film, and we shoot them in advance for the sake of quality. Because of that, we usually record the performances long before the songs get released, which means we have to change our looks for the recording. It’s hard to go public with my new look until anything’s officially released for that reason, or else there could be spoilers. That makes me all the more eager to show off the best parts of myself in our performances. If it weren’t for the current situation, I could instantly see our fans’ reactions, so it’s a shame they can’t see me working this hard.

What would you like to say to ARMY? Jin: I hope our fans don’t lose their laughter. I’m not really good at saying those kinds of cheesy things. It’s not in my personality. I feel embarrassed and cringey when I talk like that and I can’t take myself seriously, so I try to keep it to a minimum. But fans watch us as a hobby, you know? Hobbies are all about enjoying yourself and being able to laugh, so I want to look happy for them, not exhausted. I go out of my way to make funny posts or leave funny replies on Weverse to make them happier. I just hope anyone who likes me is happy. And I don’t want them to see anything bad. That’s how I feel about my work.

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[sofreddie]

Serendipitous Souls 4

Summary: "Is this the part where you kiss me and sweep me off my feet?"

Characters: Dean x OC!Reader, Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2,577

A/N: So, a little BTS secret here: I wrote this whole story in one long thing and had to go back and break it up into chapters. It broke up kind of funny, with some parts being a lot longer or shorter. I'm sorry about that irregularity, but it's just how it worked out, ya know?

"Is this the part where you kiss me and sweep me off my feet?" she chuckled nervously and blushed, not sure what else to say as her heart was in her throat and Dean's words said more than enough. "I thought you were supposed to be bad at expressing yourself?" she asked playfully, trying to lessen the seriousness of the moment and maybe stall out on that kiss cause really she's panicking.

"I'm not bad at it," he defended, "I just don't like doing it. But when it's important, when it matters, hell yeah I'm gonna say my peace."

She nodded in understanding, giving him a small smile which he returned. She hesitantly lifted a hand and placed it on his arm as it rested around her. She looked from her hand to him shyly, before she felt him flex his muscle beneath her hand.

"Did you just flex?" she teased with a laugh.

His boyish grin was as bright as the sun, "You liked it," he teased back, doing it again. She playfully slapped at his chest. Dean grabbed her hand, trapping it against his peck, which brought her closer to him. He leaned in the rest of the way, quickly bringing their lips together.

He figured since she ripped off the band aid, he could too.

Her body tensed and froze in his hold as their lips collided, before he felt her relax into his hold and kissed him back. As they slowly - cautiously - moved together, she moaned, softly and sweetly. The sound tingled the hairs on the back of his neck in a really nice way. His hands tightened their hold, dragging her forward, her legs widening to accommodate him, pressed together. He drug a hand up her spine, into her hair and the back of her head, tilting her to allow him a better angle to kiss her harder, deeper.

His head was swimming with it. With the feel of her lips and the taste of her tongue and the vibration of her moans into him. It was the best kiss he'd ever had. He'd never felt something like this. His imagination could have never conceived a kiss as intense and passionate and soul-deep. And this was only kissing. He was gonna lose his damn mind.

"Fuck," Dean groaned, resting his forehead against hers, his hand in her hair holding her to him, still needing her close, not yet ready to let go. Maybe never ready.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked ashamedly, "Did I hurt you? I'm…a little out of practice," she chuckled bashfully, lowering her gaze and dropping her arms from him.

"Hey, don't do that," Dean held her closer, her hands coming to his shoulders to balance herself as he held her so close it nearly bowed her backward. "Nothing is wrong," he assured her with a peck to her lips, "It's just amazing and intense and I just realized we only have an hour left," he kissed her again, deeply, before parting to rise to his full height. He pulled her up with him, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he held her against him and he gazed down at her.

He kissed her deeply but quickly, taking her by the hand and leading her hurriedly to his room. He opened his door, wiggling his brows at her playfully and she giggled as he tugged her inside, shutting the door behind them.

She paused to look at his room, really look at it. It was just like in the show, but different somehow. Real, she supposed. She couldn't linger on it long though as Dean's arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

"You said you're out of practice?" Dean asked from behind her, his breath fanning over her head. He lifted a hand to brush her hair aside, dropping his lips to the base of her neck revealed by her shirt. She hummed in response, her eyes fluttering close at the feather-light touch of his lips to her skin. "So am I," he admitted, pulling back enough to turn her in his arms to face him. Her hands landed on his pecks, before moving to his shoulders. She squeezed lightly with a smirk, leaving one hand on his shoulder, the other trailing up the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

"How is that possible?" she chuckled, surprised at her ability to even speak, let alone be playful.

He shrugged, "Aside from being busy with the life," he sighed, shaking his head, "It just takes more time and energy than I'm willing to give to charm a new lady here or there. Especially when I know I have to walk away. Every time," he sighs, tugging her closer, nuzzling his nose along her hairline and down her jaw, placing delicate kisses on her skin.

"But with you," he speaks against the skin of her neck between kisses to the tender flesh, "I want to spend the time and energy. I know I don't have to walk away. I don't want to walk away," he breathes out, before sucking a light mark into her pulse point. Her body shuddered against him as she moaned.

"Dean," she moaned out, grasping his face in her hands and making him meet her eyes, "If you mean it and you want to, we can explore all of this further," she says, taking a step back from him and removing her shirt, revealing her bare torso underneath, "And if you want to take it back later that's fine too," she continues, removing her pants and then her underwear and Dean could only stare, his eyes devouring every inch of her newly revealed skin, "But we are sort of under a time crunch here and I don't want to cut it too close. Sam's at risk after all," she said before sitting on the end of the bed and scooting herself back until she met the pillows, holding his gaze the entire time.

Dean finally got his shit together and hurried to remove his clothing, before crawling up the bed, hovering over her on all fours as the two of them hesitated and bought time letting their eyes roam.

The blush went all over, Dean soon witnessed, and that made his cock swell. She was pale and pink, but voluptuous and curvy. Naturally beautiful, like those old Renaissance statues and paintings. He suddenly felt utterly pissed at himself. If they had met in the world somehow, he's not sure she would've been someone that even caught his attention. And he hates that. Cause he would've missed all this.

"Dean?" she questions softly and he can see her worry and move to cover herself.

"Don't," he says, surging forward to press her hands down into the bed, "Don't hide from me. You don't ever have to hide from me. You're beautiful, Y/N."

She blushed and smiled at him again and Dean had to kiss her breathless. She shifted underneath him, parting her legs to allow him room. He shifted, placing one leg between hers. She sighed and moaned as his lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking and driving her into a frenzy. One of his hands skimmed along her side, acquainting her with his touch, before moving south towards her mound. Time crunch be damned he would make sure she was ready and he knew a few tricks if her body happened to be stubborn.

He nibbled on her collarbone as he cupped her mound, humming as he felt her warmth. He didn't want to be abrupt, though his cock was screaming differently at him. In fact, his whole body was tense with need, but he fought it back with all he had.

He drug his tongue down her chest to her nipple before encasing it in his warm, wet mouth and sucking gently. She moaned, her head thrust back into the pillows and Dean took that moment to part her folds with a single finger. She gasped, her legs spreading slightly wider and Dean moaned around her breast, dragging his blunt teeth over her nipple as he felt how wet she was already. He found her clit easily, brushing her wetness over the sensitive nub.

"You're so responsive," Dean moaned his praise as he lifted his head to kiss her lips once more. She gasped and Dean chuckled as he slipped a finger inside her warm wet channel. He choked as his laugh turned into a moan. She was so tight. Around a single finger. Fuck! "So fucking tight, Baby, oh my God."

"Jesus, Dean," her hips stuttered and her walls clenched around his single digit.

Dean hummed in approval once more, working a second finger into her tight channel and gently scissoring her open.

"Is it the dirty talk?" He asked, his voice deep and seductive and for her. She couldn't help but be trapped by his gaze once more. So intimate. Terrifyingly so. But she couldn't look away, "Or is it because I called you Baby?" he asked with a grin.

"B-both," she stuttered out, losing herself to the feel of Dean. Inside her. Pleasing her. Preparing her.

"I wanna taste you," Dean announced as he kissed his way down her body, "Wanna make you cum before I fuck you."

"Holy shit," she breathed out, feeling like she was about to cum already.

"You gotta relax, Baby," Dean mumbled as his lips trailed over her thighs, his fingers still steadily working into her, opening her up. She just nodded and moaned, trying to relax her muscles. But it's been so long. And it's fucking Dean. And she still can't look away, but neither can he.

She's nervous, he can tell. He'll save all his questions for later. She's not focused, she's not relaxed. So Dean decides to distract her. To command all of her attention.

He dives into her pussy, tongue lapping up her juices, tickling at her clit, before sucking it hard between his lips. She bucks and keens and her hands fly to his head while her legs spread wider. He hums in satisfaction around her clit, her flavor tangy and sweet and thick on his tongue. He wants to stay here, to savor it, to learn every nook and cranny and reaction. But they're running out of time and his cock is running out of patience.

He laps, nips, sucks, and slurps at her pussy as he works a third finger into her channel. He moves his other arm over her hips, holding her down 'cause he can tell she's gonna be one of those that runs from it. Another sharp suck of her clit and she comes. Her walls clench hard around his fingers, undulating in waves. He works her through it and her hips try to wiggle, she tries to get leverage and pushes at him, but he knows there's more to wring out of it. He grunts, holding her down firmly, his fingers fucking her fast. As she calms down and hums, he kisses her pussy, gently removing his fingers.

"You okay?" he checks with her, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"Yeah, wow. That was intense," she laughed.

"You ready for me, Y/N?"

She moans and her eyes flutter, "Yes, Dean," she spreads her legs invitingly and Dean positions himself between them, his body flush against hers, his cock laying between them against her damp and quivering folds, "Please," she moans so sweetly, dragging her slick along his cock, enticing him.

And he's so beyond ready he can taste it on the back of his tongue.

She wraps her arms around him, one hand on the back of his shoulder, the other on his lower back, pulling him to her. It's been so long. She's worked up. It's Dean and she's drowning in the pleasure he's given her. Everything else fades away and there's only them and now.

Dean feels it too as he shifts his hips and knees, lining himself up with her entrance. His eyes hold hers as he enters her, inch by inch, their mouths hanging open, breaths held, as they truly connect, for the first time. As their hips meet, Dean's cock buried to the root, they both release their breath, sounding like a punch to the gut.

It's intense. Dean could die right now and he'd be happy. He actually might. She feels so fucking good he almost can't stand it. It's perfect. She's perfect. He allows her time to adjust. His cock carving out a home inside of her, molding her just for him. He groans, beginning a slow slide in and out, allowing the two of them to explore, touch, feel.

He loves that he gets to have her bare. Gets to feel all of her. Lets her feel all of him. His hips pick up pace, plunging deep on every thrust. She's delirious with pleasure, trying to hold back her sounds, thinking she's quiet, but Dean knows she'd be a fucking screamer if she'd just let go.

"Fuck," Dean groans, "You feel so fucking good," he breathes hot against her neck, grinding his body against hers. She grips him tightly, desperately, her hands roaming his body. He loves the way she touches him. He's gonna cum soon, he can feel it. The tingling feeling creeping up the base of his spine. Then it fully hits him, he realizes - or remembers - that he gets to fuck her bare because he has to breed her. His hips stutter at the thought and he moaned, capturing her lips in a desperate and filthy kiss.

"I'm gonna cum, and I want you to cum with me," he panted against her lips, fucking her fast and hard. One of her hands flew to the headboard, using it to push back against Dean. "That's right, Baby," Dean growled. One of his hands flew to the top of the headboard, using it to pull himself into her harder and deeper. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels digging into his ass as she made the most sinful sounds.

"Come on, Baby," Dean grunted as he fucked into her, "Cum on my cock and I'll fill you up so good. Fuck a baby into this beautiful body of yours. Fuck!"

"Holy - Fuck - Dean!" she screamed out as her orgasm crashed into her violently. She thrashed and writhed beneath Dean, her walls clenching around him and holding him deep and tight. He cried out in ecstasy as he came deep inside her, in excess.

Dean kissed her and nuzzled her, and kissed her some more as the two of them came down from their highs. Though he stayed inside of her, soft as he may be. The thought of not being inside of her was too much at the moment. He kisses her sweet and deep until he has to move. He slowly pulls his softened cock from her dripping folds, watching as his cum oozes forth. He hums in satisfaction before dropping onto the bed beside her.

"I should go check on Sam," Dean suddenly says after catching the clock and realizing how close they've cut it. He jumps up, throwing his clothes back on as quick as he can. Y/N is frozen in bed, sheet tucked up around her body, just watching him.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Dean says, leaning over to peck her lips, "Don't go anywhere," he adds before leaving the room and hurrying down the bunker corridor.

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Untitled Vampire AU (ot7) - Part 6

Series Masterlist | BTS Masterlist

Summary: Min Yoongi gets turned into a vampire and abandoned by his sire, but is adopted by the Kim coven.

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I decided to turn my one shot about maknae yoongi teething as a vampire into a full fic. Title subject to change. I just really have no idea what to name it right now.

Pairing: Established ot6, future ot7

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The next few days passed in the same fashion, Yoongi sleeping most of the day away, and during the few times he was awake, he was eating. It was still a battle to get Yoongi to slow down while drinking, giving himself a tummy ache most of the time, though never as bad as that first one. The others were content to take turns watching over him.

“Why’s he sleeping so much?” Well, mostly content. “I just want to play with the baby and get to know him!” Jungkook whined.

“He’s a baby, Kookie,” Seokjin sighed. The three maknaes had been getting a little restless lately, spending more and more time watching over Yoongi, waiting for the moment he would next wake up.

“So?”

“So? Do you not remember anything about when you changed?” Seokjin replied. “You know very well that vampire changes don’t happen instantaneously. His body is changing and it’s taking a toll on him. He needs all the rest he can get.”

“Oh,” Jungkook pouted. He wanted to spend time with the baby, but he definitely wanted him to be healthy.

Seokjin patted the seat next to him on the couch, indicating for the younger boy to join him, which he happily did, launching himself into his hyung’s side. Seokjin let out a grunt when Jungkook landed on him, but a smile still spread over his face at the younger’s antics.

“I know you really want to spend some quality time with the baby, but right now, the best thing for him is to sleep and eat. You have all the time in the world to get to know him. Have a little patience,” Seokjin soothed, pulling Jungkook further under his arm.

“Okay, hyung,” the younger boy still pouted, but this time his lip wasn’t sticking out quite as much since he was getting cuddled.

After about a week of Yoongi being with the Kim coven, Yoongi started staying awake for longer periods of time and being more aware when he was, causing the maknaes to be constantly surrounding their new baby, always wanting to be the one to hold his attention.

“So now that I think I’ve finally had a chance to process everything, I have a few questions,” Yoongi asked one night when they were all gathered in the living room after Yoongi’s feeding. 

“Ask away,” Seokjin nodded, happy to see that Yoongi seemed to be accepting the fact that he was a vampire now. Maybe all he had needed was a chance to process it internally and let his body take some much needed rest.

“Okay, so I know we don’t sparkle in the sun from personal experience,” Yoongi started, glancing over at Jimin when the older vampire let out a small growl at the mention of the state he had been in when found. “But, does the sun actually kill us, or is it just really, really painful?”

“Well, you’re a baby, so the sun is more harmful to you than it is to someone older, like me,” Seokjin replied. “You’ll eventually build up a sort of tolerance to it, but that will take a while. If you were to stay out in the sun for a long period of time now, it could kill you, but it would be a super slow and painful death.”

“So you’re not going anywhere near a window or outside anytime soon,” Namjoon commanded. The others all nodded their heads in agreement. Yoongi wasn’t about to argue with them. He never wanted to feel that pain again.

“But like I said, as you get older, you’ll build a tolerance to it,” Seokjin continued. “It won’t kill you once that happens, but you can still get burned, though not anywhere near as bad and it would take a longer period of time in the sun.”

“Okay,” Yoongi nodded, taking in the new information. “Next question: I thought I was supposed to have fangs?”

Seokjin chuckled, but before he could respond, Jungkook spoke up.

“You mean like these?” Jungkook had a massive grin on his face when Yoongi looked over. Two little glints caught his eye, and Yoongi leaned over before he could stop himself. Without even thinking about it, he brought his hand up to Jungkook’s mouth and gently touched the tip of one of the shiny teeth that he’d never seen before.

“Ow!” Yoongi quickly pulled his hand back, sticking his finger in his mouth to help soothe the pain.

“You hurt the baby!” Taehyung yelled, leaning over to slap Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I’m okay!” Yoongi quickly reassured, not wanting the others to blame Jungkook or see Jungkook sad that Yoongi had hurt himself because he was dumb enough to touch a vampire fang.

“Back to your question,” Seokjin spoke up, ceasing the small slapping fight Jungkook and Taehyung had gotten into, “You will get fangs, but it’s not an overnight process. Think like an actual human baby. Their teeth come in slowly and they go through a teething process. The rest of your body has gone, and will continue to go, through changes for about the next six months or so. It’s one of the reasons why you’ve been sleeping so much lately. Your body needs a chance to recover from all the changes.”

“Okay. Can we see our reflection?” Yoongi asked next.

“Yes,” Seokjin stated simply.

“We actually used to not be able to,” Namjoon followed up. “Nowadays, mirrors are made of different materials than they used to be, but vampiric myths obviously haven’t caught up.”

“Garlic?”

Everyone but Seokjin (and Yoongi) burst into laughter, Jin’s entire face turning red.

“What? What’d I say?” Yoongi questioned, confused as to why that had been funny.

“You can blame that entire myth on Seokjin!” Jimin was able to get out through his laughter.

“Jin was allergic to garlic when he was human,” Hoseok started.

“And it somehow carried over when he was turned,” Namjoon continued when Hoseok couldn’t because he was laughing so hard. Yoongi snuck a glance over a Seokjin who was still as red as a tomato.

“Our Jinnie here is old enough to have been around when people still believed vampires and other ‘mythological’ creatures were real,” Namjoon continued the story. “The village he was living in decided he was a vampire and had captured him. They were holding him in a barn while they were attempting to set up a pyre to burn him at the stake. It was a very dramatic time if you can imagine.

“But, it was harvest season and the owner of the barn had just harvested all his crops. Jin was tied up next to a basket full of, you guessed it, garlic. His allergy is so bad that even smelling it can sometimes cause him to break out in hives and his throat to close up. Which is exactly what happened. The humans quickly figured out what the garlic was doing, but they wrongly assumed that it would kill him and that it applied to all vampires.

“Luckily, Seokjin was able to escape before any lasting damage was done, but the myth stuck and was quickly passed around from village to village,” Namjoon finished the story, much to the amusement of the others.

“I hate you all,” Seokjin mumbled, arms crossed over his chest.

“Love you, too, hyung!” Taehyung sing-songed.

Yoongi couldn’t help the small smile on his face. It was a little funny if he was being honest. And raised the question of how old Seokjin actually was, but he guessed that was a question for another time.

“Do you have any more questions?” Seokjin asked, trying to get the others to move on and leave him in peace (which he knew was never going to happen, but he loved them all the same).

Yoongi thought for a moment, thinking of all the vampire movies he’d seen in his lifetime, which surprisingly wasn’t a lot. He had never really been much of a supernatural fan, which he found ironic now.

“Super speed? Super healing? Super strength?”

“Yes, yes, and yes, though there are limitations,” Namjoon was the one that answered this time. “We’re definitely not as fast or as strong as the movies make us out to be, but we definitely have an advantage over humans. But you’ll need to learn to control both once you’ve finally finished your transformation.”

“As for healing,” Seokjin took over, “There are limitations for that as well. You have to be well fed for you to have accelerated healing, which is why your burns were so bad when Jimin found you. You hadn’t fed, so your burns couldn’t heal.”

“So what can kill me?” Yoongi asked nervously, not really sure he wanted to know the answer to that question.

“Most things that would kill a human won’t kill you,” Namjoon replied. “Besides the sun when you’re still a baby, a stake through the heart, fire, silver bullet, and decapitation. Those are pretty much the only things that humans have continued to get right over the years. You can’t get sick, and even if you’re injured, no matter how bad the injury, as long as you can feed, you’ll heal just fine.”

Yoongi nodded, taking in all the new information. He felt like his brain was going to explode. There was so much to learn, but at least he had forever (literally) to learn it all. And people who would teach him and actually seemed to like teaching him.

“Just one more question for now,” Yoongi said after another moment of processing, feeling himself starting to get tired again. “Is there anything else that’s super important to know about vampires? I mean, can we fly? Do we have special powers? Can I read minds?”

The others laughed, causing a smile to spread across Yoongi’s face at his silly suggestions.

“No, no flying or mind reading,” Hoseok laughed.

“Ooo! But some vampires do have special powers!” Jungkook bounced in his seat.

“Like Jin hyung!” Taehyung all but yelled.

Yoongi quickly turned to the older vampire, not expecting this turn of events. Seokjin’s eyes flashed purple, but he blinked and they were back to their normal brown, making Yoongi wonder if he’d just been seeing things.

“So you have special powers?” Yoongi asked, curious as to why this hadn’t been brought up before.

“Yes, I have special powers,” Seokjin spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Not all vampires have powers. It’s very rare and is different from person to person.”

The room was quiet while Yoongi processed his words.

“Oh! What if Yoongi has powers?” Jungkook yelled, causing the fledgling to jump.

“He doesn’t,” Namjoon quickly spoke up, crushing any hope that Yoongi might have already had about potentially having special powers. “You know they show up once a fledgling is turned. None of us saw anything, so no powers, unfortunately. Like Seokjin said, they’re very rare.”

Yoongi had turned to look at Namjoon while he spoke, but Yoongi saw Seokjin flinch  ever so slightly out of the corner of his eye at Namjoon’s words, but by the time he’d glanced over, Yoongi didn’t see anything amiss. That’s the second time his eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him. Maybe he was more tired than he felt.

“Alright, that’s enough questions for now. We can answer any more questions you have tomorrow,” Seokjin spoke up, taking command of the room. “Time for you to get back to sleep, baby. You’re barely sitting up on your own as it is.” 

Before Yoongi could process it, he was laid across the couch, head in Hoseok’s lap, blanket tucked around his body, Hoseok’s hands running through his hair. Yoongi’s eyes slipped shut before anyone could even tell him ‘goodnight.’

As Seokjin washed Yoongi’s bloody thermos in the sink later that night, he kept thinking about their conversation. He still hadn’t told the others about what he had seen. If he’d even seen anything at all. He wasn’t trying to hide anything from them, but he didn’t want to cause a mess if it was all for nothing. It was just nothing, right? It had to have been a trick of the light. Afterall, no magic had manifested itself since then.

Seokjin shook his head, trying to clear the intrusive thoughts. It was nothing. It had been nothing. There was no way that Yoongi had powers, had those powers. Maybe if he kept repeating it, it’d be true. 

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Finally an update! I finally had inspiration for what I wanted to happen in this chapter this afternoon, so I've been working on this update since then! I hope you all like it! Let me know what you think! If you have any fluffy ideas/requests, let me know here, on ao3, or twitter/curious cat (@/yoongismandu)! I want to have a bit more 'normal life' and Yoongi adjusting to being a vampire before I get into the plot that I actually have planned for this fic.

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❝   familiarity  /  one.

━   ♡ ・  paring:  kim taehyung x reader. ━   ♡ ・  genre:  soulmate!au, non idol!au, fluff (with a little angst!). ━   ♡ ・  word count:  2.7k.   ━   ♡ ・  summary:  you didn’t believe in soulmates. once. that all changed when you met yours; all thanks to one little drawing.

author’s note:  hi! i haven’t written in a while so excuse the small mistakes, but i hope you enjoy! if you’ve played bts world before, some of the stuff in this chapter might seem a little... familiar (no pun intented). i also plan to have the reader be connected to every member somehow in this fic, so they will come soon! hope you all enjoy, feedback is always appreciated. <3

“Shit,” you murmured under your breath, glancing at the rows of baked dough that were left in the oven for a little too long. Rather than its usual glossy, golden brown finish—it was dull, and… sad.

It’s been almost a year since you’ve been miraculously hired as the pastry chef’s assistant at Hotel Mudrin. You say miraculously, because even without any sort of culinary knowledge outside of cooking shows, you still managed to land the job. The chef was somehow impressed by the basic strawberry pancake dish you presented during your interview, and instantly saw growth potential in you.

That was also when you met your best friend, Seokjin. He was a newly hired intern at the time, and with the two of you being the only staff members in the hotel within the same age bracket, it didn’t take that much time for a bond to form. Seokjin was always getting into trouble by his boss Mr. Im, because to him, this intern could never do anything right. But with you there, you were able to lend a helping hand when tasks got a little too overwhelming—and things got a little easier from there. You and Seokjin began to spend time together on and off the clock since.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the mixture of raging hormones from being together, but the two of you decided to give dating a shot not too long after. It lasted for a solid two months—and while it had to come to an end, you both concluded that you were happier as friends.

And it was true. You and Seokjin have been inseparable since.

“____,” you heard the head chef call out your name, which instantly reeled you back to reality. Glancing down at the burnt dough on the tray, you felt a surge of warmth rush through your cheeks, knowing that you were about to be scolded at any second. “Are you okay? Ever since you came back from your lunch break, something’s been off.”

“No chef, nothing’s wrong,” you lied, walking over to the nearby garbage can to throw the current batch of dough away. A reassuring smile soon formed across your lips. “Just tired.”

If it wasn’t for you spiraling during your lunch break after Seokjin had left, maybe you would be in a better head space. But of course, spending the last ten minutes of break thinking about what went wrong in all of your relationships didn’t exactly help anyone at all.

The head chef could see through your lies too. And rather than questioning it, he only continued piping cream on the freshly cooled pastries on his side of the counter. “Maybe you need some fresh air,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders, eyes concentrated on his work. It was evident he was still invested in the conversation with you, though. “There should be a shipment of mangoes coming in in about twenty minutes, do you mind bringing those boxes in here? Take all the time you need. I’ll work on making another batch of dough.”

“I can make the dough, chef!” you tried to protest, mostly as a way to convince your boss that you weren’t feeling too off (when in reality, you were). “It’s okay, the mangoes can wait.”

As you were about to reach for the measuring cups in a nearby counter top, you were met with a look from the chef that clearly said: Go get some fresh air. Now.

So, rather than questioning it, you did.

After washing your hands and hanging your apron by the door, you made your way outside of the kitchen and into the main hallways of the hotel. It was emptier than usual—mostly because it was a weekday afternoon, and the guests who were staying at the hotel were out. It was also the midst of October, and the influx of guests don’t usually start to come in until around Christmas-time. Which was fine, because you weren’t met with the stress of having to make hundreds of fruit tarts in a span of an hour. Instead, you were able to step out and take a small stroll, which was always nice.

Upon exiting the area where the stairs were (staff weren’t allowed to use the elevators, per Mr. Im’s orders), you finally arrived at the ground floor. You always felt so out of place in the main lobby, with or without your work uniform. With the spacious area matched with gray marble flooring and sleek interior design, it was never a place you imagined yourself staying in. Only the richest of the rich could afford even one night in this place, and you? Couldn’t even afford a proper meal for dinner on some days. Hotel Mudrin was known to be a hub for millionaires, celebrities, or rich families alike—not for struggling university graduates like yourself.

But sometimes, it was nice to dream.

Quietly humming to a tune of a song you heard in the radio earlier this morning, you casually strolled through the floor, making your way towards the back door where the shipments would be. The subtle smell of lemon from the newly mopped floors was an odd favorite of yours. From time to time you’d flash a friendly smile towards the guests or staff members you’d pass by. But before you could exit through the back and meet with the shipment truck, you decided to take a small pit stop to the front desk and say hi to your best friend.

“Dude,” you began the minute you saw Seokjin behind the front desk. His eyes were on the computer screen in front of him, typing and clicking away, but you knew him well enough to know that he was probably playing a game of Minesweeper like he always does. Crossed arms resting on the desk, you then rest your chin on them as your eyes look up to your friend on the other side of the counter. “Remember when I wanted to cry because I realized I’ll probably be single and alone forever? Well my boss—”

As you continued to ramble on, Seokjin’s eyes finally met with yours. They weren’t eyes that meant he was ready to listen to you vent, no… they were wide. Like he was in a state of shock.

He quickly began to shake his head, which caused you to raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. Did he want you to stop talking? Shut up? Right as you were about to say something though, his lips began to mouth the words ‘I’m busy’ over and over again.

That was when you knew, you fucked up.

The truth was, Seokjin was still busy tending to a guest, and you interrupted him actually working. Turning around, you briefly spotted the guest he’s been helping, and god—it was obvious by the look of your face that you had just embarrassed yourself into the next century.

“Sorry sir!” you apologized quickly, heat beginning to rush through your cheeks while you bowed for the hundredth time in the span of thirty seconds. Rather than making proper eye contact like any normal person would, your view was glued to the floor. “I honestly didn’t see you, and I know I should’ve, but—”

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it,” he soon interrupted by providing reassurance. Once you heard a string of laughter from his end, you knew that he was understanding enough of the situation. “I get it.”

While you still couldn’t find the strength to really look him in the eye, you only returned with a sheepish laugh. It wasn’t every day you found yourself acting like a complete fool in front of a hotel guest (that was more of Seokjin’s speed in all honesty), so you didn’t exactly know how to fix the situation. Instead, you ended up sitting there in silence until Seokjin rescued the conversation.

“Alright!” he chimed in with the clasp of his hands, which was obviously your cue to slowly walk away. “You’re all checked in until the 31st, Mr. Kim. Let me grab your bags and take you to your suite.”

As you were about to leave, of course, you couldn’t go without embarrassing yourself one last time. Just as you were about to make a beeline towards the break room—also known as the place you were going to scream in—you managed to bump into this guest in full force.  

Looking up, you finally had the chance to take a good glimpse of the person in front of you. He was tall, muscular, with ash blond hair that was parted in the center. His almond eyes were practically gleaming behind his silver frames, and it paired well with the two dimples perfectly placed on each cheek.

In other words, he was gorgeous. And completely out of your league. Which is probably another reason why you were feeling flustered beyond belief at this very moment.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. It felt like a movie—with both of his hands gently placed on each of your arms to provide support, gentle eyes locked on yours. You could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop, whether if it’s from being embarrassed or… swooned, even.

Swallowing thickly, you managed to let out a small “yeah,” before fixing your stance. He eventually let go, and the two of you were able to laugh it off for a little. “But are you okay, sir?”

“Didn’t even hurt,” he reassured, flashing that smile that accentuated his dimples really well. An open then was reached out as an offer. “You can call me Namjoon. Do you work here?”

But before you could even keep the conversation going, of course, Seokjin had to butt in. Literally. “Let me help you with that, Mr. Kim,” he urged with a friendly, yet painful smile as he walked in between you and Namjoon. He then reached down to pick up the leather suitcase that was sitting right beside the guest’s leg. Eventually, Namjoon had to retract his hand.

You took it as your cue to leave, so you excused yourself from the two without saying goodbye.

Thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the break room to look at you quietly take a moment to freak out over what just happened. If Namjoon wasn’t so good-looking and one hundred percent your type on paper, maybe you would’ve shrugged the interaction off by now. But you kept thinking over and over about how you were going to run into him again in one way or another—especially since he plans on staying at the hotel for over three weeks. All he had to do is walk into the hotel’s dining area to have dinner, and you’d be there. Not even as you off the job, but you in that stupid apron and chef’s hat.

Head dug into your arms as you leaned on the table, you tried to think of something—anything to get your mind off of what just happened. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to take your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your e-mails. The first thing that caught your attention was an opened one, the one you received from that psychic about your soulmate.

Your soulmate is a man who is hard-working and bright, he will constantly continue to prove that he can be trusted and counted on by your friends and family…

Your eyes continued to read through the reading the photo was attached to, which was oddly comforting. To know that there was someone out there who could potentially be everything you’re looking for.

He is understanding, forgiving and respectful, even when you sometimes make mistakes…

Deciding to skim through the rest of the reading, you opened up that picture once again. You couldn’t help but notice something you didn’t the first time you saw it, and that was the small details on his facial features. He has three beauty marks: one sitting on the bottom of his eye, on his cheek, and one placed perfectly on the tip of his nose. You could’ve sworn those weren’t there before.

“And I thought I was the one who’s always the embarrassment at work,” you heard the familiar voice barge inside the break room, which obviously belonged to Seokjin. He walked over to where you were sitting and rested his chin on the top of your head, arms dangling from each side of your shoulders. “Jesus Christ bubs, you were a mess out there.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you murmured grumpily, placing your phone back in your pocket. “Do you think he’s going to tell Mr. Im? I can’t be blacklisted from this place, I need my job.”

Seokjin only laughed. “Stop being so dramatic. He seems too nice to do that.” Shaking his head, he sighed. “Plus, I’m eighty-five percent sure he was hitting on you.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” you retorted while rolling your eyes. “As if he found my dirty uniform and the flour in my hair sexy.”

“You’re right, there’s nothing sexy about you,” he playfully joked back, which made you elbow him in the stomach. And all he did was laugh after. “What are you doing out here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be helping Chef Seong making those pies for tonight’s desserts?”

You sighed, nodding your head in response. “I’m supposed to be bringing a shipment of mangoes in from the back. Are you on your break? Do you want to come help me?”

With your best friend agreeing to accompany you to your trip to get the mangoes, the two of you head out of the break room and towards the back entrance of the hotel. As you opened the door to go outside, you noticed that the truck was already parked in front, with a few boxes of mangoes neatly stacked on top of one another. So, you decided to get to work and grabbed the first two boxes you see.

“Are these all of it?” you heard Seokjin ask (possibly the driver of the truck). You couldn’t really see, because the boxes were obstructing your view.

“There’s two more left,” the other person, who sounded like a man, replied. “Let me get those out.”

You made about two rounds in and out of the hotel before all of the boxes outside were brought in. Seokjin had to do the absolutely most as usual bringing way more boxes in than he could carry, and while he tried to play it cool as much as possible, you could tell he was struggling. His trembling arms were a clear tell that he could drop everything at given moment.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” you asked him, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling inside you.

“Does it look like I need your help?” Seokjin scoffed, which only made it harder to keep your laughter in. He couldn’t even look at you as he tried walking inside, because he was far too concentrated in keeping all of the mangoes inside these boxes. “Go away, you’re distracting me and my strength.”

As he continued to carry the boxes inside, you watched a couple of mangoes fall out and roll on the ground in front of you. He didn’t even seem to notice, because he kept walking. You only shook your head before bending down to quickly pick them up before they get too dirty.

Assuming that you’ve picked everything off the ground, you stood up and tried to catch up to Seokjin, who was already by the door. But rather than joining him, you were stopped. “Excuse me, miss!” you heard the foreign voice enter your ears. “You forgot these!”

You turned around to grab the mangoes out of the driver’s hands. “Thank you,” you replied with a soft smile. “Sorry about my friend, he’s—”

When you looked up to meet his gaze, it was as if what you were about to say next was thrown at the window. The person standing in front of you looked familiar. Even with the brim of his large straw hat hovering over his eyes, you could clearly see the prominent beauty marks on his features that resembled the ones of your soulmate in that one drawing.

It was him. It had to be.

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BTS (Hogwarts!AU) → soulmates, but from rivalry houses.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; hogwarts!au ; soulmates!au ; language genre: angst ; fluff word count: 2.3k+

a/n: you are a treasure @jminacious​ and I really hope you like this ♥

kim seokjin (you touch your soulmate, your respective color appears on them)

It wasn't usually this hot. If you had to guess, you'd say someone messed up a spell and changed the weather, but according to your friends, that wasn't possible (they've never met Hermione Granger then.)

Nevertheless, you and your group of friends, not caring about the rules of not bathing in the Great Lake, obviously did just that and were having the time of your life, until a group of Gryffindors came along and decided to ruin the mood.

“You can't be in there,” you knew the guy. Kim Seokjin. He was one of the top students, one of the most liked students and the one that every girl fell for. And he was handsome, but he was also a little stuck up in your opinion.

“Oh, come on, Jinnie,” you giggled, getting out of the water and pushing your hair back.

“Don't call me that.”

“I know you like that, though,” you grinned and touched his cheek, your eyes immediately widening when you saw green on his skin, then sparks flying out from under your hand before you finally pulled it back.

And then the awkward silence began and the only one who didn't know what was going on was Jin, because he hadn't seen it himself.

“What's going on?” he asked.

“Oh my god, I can't believe HE'S your soulmate!” your friends said, even Jin's friends staring at him weirdly.

“Stop playing around, you guys, this isn't..-” but when Jin wrapped his hand around your wrist, red lines appeared on your skin and traveled all the way up your arm until Jin let go again.

You didn't hate each other, you just didn't really like each other very much either, so being soulmates was.. weird. You didn't understand it and neither did any of your friends, but you couldn't stop thinking about that day for weeks after.

You pretended like you didn't care, but the reality was a much different one.

A few weeks later you waited for him, made sure he was alone this time to have a little talk with him.

“If you have a problem, then just..-”

“Can I..-?” you weren't sure how to even ask this. Can I touch you? That sounded very wrong. But while Jin was surprised, he seemed to know what you meant, you raised your hand and waited for his small nod to gently place it on his cheek like you had done the last time.

And even though the light was green, something that Jin could see in the reflection of your eyes.. he didn't hate it.

It.. made your eyes look.. beautiful.

min yoongi (telepathic communication)

'God, I really need a drink,' Yoongi thought to himself as he watched countless of couples laugh around him, while he sat there on his own, drowning in self-pity.

The Yule Ball was supposed to be a fun event, but Yoongi hadn't asked anyone to go with him because he had pretended like he didn't care and now he was here on his own and really regretted his decision.

'Didn't anyone ask you, Min?'

He immediately rolled his eyes, 'I thought we agreed not to talk to each other like that anymore. Or at all. I don't want you in my head, (Y/L/N).'

'Aw, admit that you're lonely and that you like this.'

Out of every single person in this world, his soulmate had to be a Gryffindor.

'Leave me alone.'

“No, I think I'd rather join you.”

For a moment Yoongi was confused because he thought he had really heard your voice and when he turned his head you were indeed standing there with two drinks in your hand.

“What are you doing here?”

“You said you needed a drink, so I brought you one,” you sat down next to him and gave it to him, “These balls suck anyways. All you can do is drink.”

Yoongi looked at you for a long time and even though you didn't say it, he heard you say in your head: 'But only if nobody asks you to go.'

Yoongi didn't respond, he simply sat there with you in silence and the two of you drank.

And drank.. and drank.

Until everything was black and the next thing you remembered was waking up in bed next to him.

And even though he was still asleep, you could hear his dreams.. and he was.. dreaming about you. Positively.

So you laid your head back down onto his chest with a smile and stayed until he woke up.. and then even longer.

jung hoseok (you remember your past life together when you touch)

You've never talked to Hoseok before, so you were pretty indifferent towards him.

He was incredibly handsome, but he was from Hufflepuff and there was this unspoken rule that nobody talked about but everyone knew, which is that it's best to stick to your own house and not befriend, let alone fall in love with, someone from Ravenclaw. It was kind of like the dynamic that Slytherins had with Gryffindors, but less hostile.

It happened every now and then and people obviously didn't kill you for it, but you'd get weird looks from your friends for sure.

You had class one day, the only empty seat being next to you and Hoseok came in last – even though still on time and ended up sitting next to you.

You didn't even look at him, even though he said hello, you just kept your eyes on the board and waited for the teacher to come.. which unfortunately took longer than expected, because she was running late.

People started talking to the ones next to them, most of them laughed, while you and Hoseok just sat there awkwardly.

You turned to your left, wanted to grab the chapstick out of your jacket but ended up dropping it instead.

You wanted to lean down and grab it, but Hoseok did the same, your heads colliding with each other.

And you'd think that minimal pain would be the issue, but no.

Because suddenly there were flashes. Flashes of you and him in a life that wasn't yours but.. seemed to have been at one point.

You were laughing, his arms were around you, a girl, not older than two, ran into your arms, you turning around and smiling at him, him smiling at you and saying that he loved you and..-

“I'm so sorry, I ran into Professor Trelawney on my way here and she had some new visions she wanted to tell me,” the professor said with a laugh as she closed the door, everyone else in class laughing.

Everyone but you and Hoseok.

“She said that..- oh!” the professor watched you run out of class with furrowed eyebrows, “What's gotten into her?”

Hoseok sat there as stiff as a stick, not moving even an inch.

He just met his soulmate.. hadn't he?

kim namjoon (when you touch each other, you die)

“I always wondered, Professor.. why did you put me in Gryffindor?” Namjoon and Dumbledore were in the Astronomy tower, just talking.

The two had a good relationship with each other, so this wasn't anything out of the usual.

“Why? Don't you like it?”

“On the contrary. I love it. It's just that I had always assumed I would end up in Ravenclaw.”

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then he let out a sigh, “You know, Namjoon.. sometimes us teachers have to intervene with what happens at Hogwarts for the sake of our students. No matter the situation.”

“So.. you're saying I'm right?!” that genuinely surprised Namjoon. He thought he'd get an answer like: Because you're a great leader with great potential but.. Dumbledore just admitted that he was the reason he ended up in Gryffindor? He kind of manipulated it so he’d be sorted into a different house?

“I can't tell you why I did it, just know that I did it for your safety. For yours and that of someone else.”

Dumbledore had known about yours and Namjoon's soulmate connection the moment the two of you entered the halls of Hogwarts as children. He had seen how Namjoon had smiled at you and how you had smiled back at him and he instantly knew that if he didn't do anything to stop this, the two of you would not survive the first week at Hogwarts due to your.. connection. Or rather, curse, in his opinion.

He put you in Slytherin and him in Gryffindor, hoping the long rivalry between the two houses would prevent you from ever speaking to each other.. and his plan had worked perfectly.

Now, the two of you didn't even look at each other when walking down the hallways anymore, you were strangers.

Dumbledore regretted not being able to do more, somehow fixing the connection between you two, but keeping you two alive had been his priority. So until then, this would have to do.

park jimin (you get a symbol on your body that represents your soulmate)

Everyone at the age of 17 got the tattoo, the fun part was figuring out what it meant.

Well, for everyone but you, because on your 17th birthday, you got a tattoo that made all of your friends gasp, because your soulmate was the enemy.

You got a fucking snake.

“Stop this,” your friend pulled you back from the sink, “You'll rub off your skin at this point.”

“I want it gone!” you cried, “Please, make it go away!”

“I can't,” she sighed, gently patting your arm dry, then pulling down your sleeve, “I know this is not what you wanted.. but remember, just because that person is your soulmate doesn't mean you have to be with them. A lot of people decide not to be with their soulmates. And if you really hate it so much, there are a lot of people who specialize in changing the tattoo. We can go during our next break. I'll go with you.”

You were so determined to do that, really. 

But then you ended up going for a walk that same day and found a guy from Slytherin sitting on his own, staring at his tattoo with a heavy sigh.

He seemed to be as unhappy about it as you were.

And only when you got closer did you see the lion.

Jimin noticed. He got up and pulled down his sleeve, staring at you with wide eyes, as if you had just found out about his great secret that nobody should have known about.

“You’re Park Jimin.. aren’t you?”

“And you’re (Y/N).”

You let out a sigh and pulled up your sleeve, exposing the one thing you were so ashamed of. Just as much as he was.

“I think you and I are in the same boat.”

And when Jimin pulled up his sleeve, both of you just knew.

But for some reason, neither of you felt resentment in that moment. It was more like.. home. 

kim taehyung (colorblind until you look into the eyes of your soulmate)

You knew of Taehyung, but you had never really spoken to him before, there was just never a reason as to why. He had his friends in Hufflepuff, you had yours in Ravenclaw.

But today, Professor Trelawney had decided to pair him up with you.

She had said it was time that ‘the rivalry houses see that there is nothing to hate about the other’.

She had told everyone to start out with closed eyes and then when she'd say the word, everyone should open them and try to look ‘into the soul of the person in front of you’.

Everyone had laughed, probably thinking what you and Taehyung thought as well.

‘This is some major bullshit’.

But, see.. sometimes it is best to trust the teacher. At least in your case it was.

Because once you opened your eyes and Taehyung opened his, your vision suddenly became clearer and you started to see, what you only assumed to be, colors.

“THERE! THERE IT IS! THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!” Professor Trelawney said with excitement as she pointed at you and Taehyung staring at each other with open mouth's, “THEY'RE LOOKING INTO EACH OTHER'S SOUL! THEY’RE SOULMATES PEOPLE!”

She hit the nail on the head with that one.

jeon jeongguk (same injuries as your soulmate)

When Jeongguk had signed up for the Triwizard Tournament he surely hadn't thought about anyone but himself. Bringing glory to the house Ravenclaw and to himself.

God, he had been so proud at first, walking down the halls of Hogwarts with his head held high as every single person now looked up to him.

But it was right after the first challenge that he realized it wasn't as simple as it all seemed.

He had defeated the dragon, had gotten the egg, but he had injured himself badly.

And as he was lying in the bed of the hospital wing, he overheard Dumbledore and McGonagall talking to his right.

“How is this possible Albus? She wasn't even there!”

“The same? The exact same?” the headmaster asked.

“Yes, sir. Exactly the same as him.”

There was a moment of quiet, Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows and sat up straighter, trying to figure out what was going on there, but there was no need for it, because the two professors were about to tell him himself.

“Jeongguk.. do you know a girl by the name of (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“I don't really talk to people from other houses.. she's Hufflepuff isn't she?”

“She is,” Dumbledore put his hands behind his back, “And I suggest you talk to her once she wakes up. It seems like the two of you have more in common than any of us would have assumed.”

The soulmate phenomenon was incredibly rare to happen between two students, especially not from different houses. But Dumbledore knew that this was the only option.

“Wait.. why?!” Jeongguk tried to ask, but the two professors were already leaving.

And all he could hear was Madam Pomfrey say: “Poor girl.. you never signed up for this, haven't you? Us girls are always the ones who get hurt involuntarily because of a man's pride.”

Jeongguk gulped down hard, suddenly not feeling proud at all anymore.. but.. he didn’t know why yet.

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Who are you most nervous about introducing potential significant others to?  Ooooh moving forward, probably Angela hahahaha I have no idea how I’d break it to her if ever I do start seeing somebody again. She’s well aware of all the shit that I let slide so she might get intense with the scrutineering.

What is the most exciting thing about your life right now?  Just the fact that I feel on top of the world these days. My days of being depressed and picking at my insecurities seem to be far behind me and the change has looked to be apparent coming from friends who’ve told me I seem happier, louder these days.

What was the most important non-academic thing you learned in high school?  To not be scared to fight harder for the things you believe in or what make up your identity, coming from having to hide a same-sex relationship during that period. That feeling of being constricted and having to hide to stay on some conservative seniors’ good graces really pissed me off so high school was really crucial in letting me discover just how much I’d be willing to fight and test the waters to be able to live as me.

Have you ever had a job that deeply affected your personal life? How so and do you still work there?  Hmm no, not really. If anything my job is one of the things that helped make me a lot livelier and happier.

Do you have a “one who got away”?  It felt that way at the start when my view was still skewed, but it didn’t take long until I realized she was not a loss at all.

If you were in a superhero movie, would you be the hero or the villain? Hero.

If you found a mouse in your house, would you be frightened?  Mice or rats are the literal worst fucking thing I could see in my house. I definitely see myself making a big deal out of it lmao, especially rats.

Have you ever tried to perform magic tricks?  Nobody ever taught me, so no.

Can you do more with a yo-yo than just "go up and down"? Nah, which kinda makes me feel ashamed because considering it was a Filipino who invented the modern yo-yo, I feel like it should be my responsibility to know a few tricks LOL.

What is one form of technology that you wouldn't be able to live without?  Instant messenger.

Did you get an allowance, growing up? Why or why not?  Starting high school. Before that I was living in our family’s duplex, so my grandma could make packed meals for all of us – not to mention the fact that my parents were also still on their way to establishing themselves at their respective workplaces so we weren’t all that well-off yet. 

When we moved into our own place, we started with my mom making our meals but eventually it just proved to be time-consuming and a lot of work considering she also had a job to go to. With that and the fact that both my parents at that point already got a couple of promotions, we switched to allowance.

Would you rather go to a water park or an amusement park? Why?  Amusement parks though I would only probably head to the safer rides and food stalls with all the deep-fried offerings haha. I cannot handle more intense rides. On the other hand, water parks have always sounded nasty to me.

What is one instrument you wouldn't mind learning how to play?  Piano.

What's the longest amount of time you've had to wait in line for something?  The stupid LTO, because you can never count on government agencies to be efficient. Technically my whole time in there took a couple of stages, but all in all I spent eight hours there.

What is something that you would like to learn more about?  Korean. I just graduated from my Basic Korean 1 class but I already have plans to enroll in the following course, since I seemed to do well and I want to keep the momentum going.

What is something that one of your family member collects?  Mom has a large collection of chef-themed figurines and other sorts of trinkets like a chef timer, shot glasses, etc - but mostly the figurines - that she has displayed in a glass case. I should keep that in mind for when I start Christmas shopping, actually...she hasn’t updated that collection in a long time. Thanks for the idea!

Have you ever moved to a new school before? If so, how did it feel?  No, not in the middle of the same period since I went to the same school from kinder to high school for 14 years. I only “moved” when I started college. Like I’ve said in previous surveys, it felt freeing to finally not under be the hands of an environment ran by...well, Catholics. It was a culture shock to see rallies everywhere, to find out I could wear short shorts or even go to school naked if I wanted to, and to see boys in my class (I went to an all-girls), but it was all the good kind of shock.

Have you ever legitimately forgotten to do homework?  Always, because I never wrote them down.

Do you enjoy autumn leaves or spring flowers more? Why?  I experience neither season.

Depending on where you live, why might a day of school get canceled? Typhoon.

If you could meet any fictional character from a book, who would it be? Melanie Hamilton from Gone with the World.

What are some common places that people tour when they come to your city?  I rarely see foreigners here since my area isn’t particularly known for tourism; most go to the island provinces like Cebu, Aklan, Palawan, etc. If I had to recommend spots here, I’d tell them to go for Pinto and maybe the rooftop bars that offer a view of Manila’s skyline. 

What's one food that you did not enjoy as a child, but do as an adult?  Chicken curry, which I used to dread.

Would you rather have a mermaid tail, a fairy's wings or a unicorn's horn? I guess the wings just because I feel like it’s the only practical one.

What is an animal that you'd like to have as a pet but it's not allowed?  I don’t think that way about animals I can’t keep as pets anyway.

What are some things that you do to make the world a better place?  I always clean up at restaurants (my mom doesn’t understand why I do it because “the servers are here for a reason, Robyn”) but I always see the relief on their faces when they see I’ve stacked up the plates and cups so I don’t see a reason to stop doing it. I keep the door open for people who happen to enter/exit a building the same time as me, share dog adoption posts, don’t make a fuss about or towards a shop staff who messes up...things like that. I hope it’s able to help, even if just in a small way.

Has the last person you had sex with ever had sex with someone besides you?  I don’t know. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has already.

What’s your favorite store at your mall?  We have several malls within the vicinity but I like frequenting NCAT.

Have you ever done a workout DVD?  No but my mom is fond of those.

Who usually takes out the trash in your family?  Either of my parents.

What song are you currently obsessed with?  My Universe is soooooo good. It’s Coldplay’s classic sound but they somehow managed to perfectly blend in BTS’ style as well, so I love how it turned out.

When you go fishing, do you make someone else get the fish off the hook?  I've never gone fishing.

Do you take any prescription meds?  Nope.

What happens if you don’t take them?  Who was the last person you dreamt about?  My dad.

Do you prefer your tea sweetened or unsweetened?  Sweetened, though I don’t usually actively look for iced tea. I’d have it if it was served, but I don’t typically order it for myself.

How often do you honk your horn?  As long as I am annoyed, which gives my mom a mini heart attack every time because she insists I just let people have their way to avoid getting into fights. Sometimes when she’s driving and someone’s being stupid on the road I lurch forward to do the honking for her and it pisses her off soooooooooo much but it also gets the job done so *shrug*

Do you have any children? If so, names and ages? I don’t.

Have your parents ever witnessed you doing something inappropriate? What?  TMI but I almost got caught doing the m-word once but my reflexes were at lightning speed that day so when my door opened I was able to fix myself up and appear as though nothing was happening lol. My mom also saw a hickey on me once but I was able to veer the conversation away when she started inquiring.

Did you get babysat a lot as a kid?  No, I did the babysitting.

If you were the principal of a school, what would you do differently? Actually deal with teachers who mistreat or make issues towards their students. I had several teachers I know didn’t like me but I could never do anything about it because there was no way in hell the school was going to take my side.

Are you doing anything fun tomorrow?  Continued from yesterday. If I took this question yesterday to refer to today I would’ve answered yes because we actually have a really fun PR stunt scheduled for execution today, wherein we get to sponsor someone’s whole wedding from food to flowers to the host and fillm crew :D :D But tomorrow is just Monday so the real answer to this is no.

What is something you'd like to receive as a housewarming gift?  I dunno the usual housewarming gifts, but I would appreciate anything practical, or anything that you’ll need at the least expected times, like batteries or even like Sticky Tack.

How old were you when you first experienced the effects of puberty?  Oooh I was an early bird – I was 9 when I could first tell my first period was on its way; it came a month after I turned 10.

What is your least favorite holiday, and why?  I don’t dislike any holiday because they all mean a day off work lol.

What were some outdoor games you played as a child?  We usually played piko (hopscotch), our local version of freeze tag that we dubbed “Ice ice water” for whatever reason, and a garter game that we call 10-20. Dodgeball was a favorite during recess and lunch, too.

Did you accompany your parents on "Take Your Child to Work" Day? That’s not observed here, but my mom did use to take me and my siblings to her first workplace. Are cemeteries peaceful to you, or do they freak you out?  They’re actually more interesting to me than anything else. I like learning about the different lives of many different people, even if I only technically know them by their birthday and date of death. Sometimes the inscriptions would be more detailed and tell more about their life, sometimes I’d come across babies who only lived a few days...and it’s just interesting to have those glimpses into life.

Which ancient civilization would you be interested in learning more about?  Filipino, because Western colonization destroyed proof of most of it. 

Do you have better long-term memory or short-term memory?  Long.

What was the last situation that made you cry? Describe.  I cried this morning. Nothing bad or heavy, I just found myself thinking again about my mental state last year.

Which forest animal would you be most afraid to encounter?  Anything that wouldn’t hesitate to tear my limbs apart.

Do you believe in anything supernatural? (ie: spirits, etc)  No.

Has anyone close to you ever gone to war?  No. The closest link I have to the military, other than my dead great-grandfather, is Angela’s uncle who’s like a general or like a colonel or something, idk titles.

Have you ever experienced altitude sickness?  Yeah, occasionally. Pressure in the ear is a bigger nuisance to me, though.

Is there anything, any event, you wish you could remember more clearly?  The last time I saw my grandfather. My only clear memory of him that day was stepping out of the house to leave (my mom and I were visiting) and him sending me off with the message to always be kind and good. If I had known I would never see him again, I never would’ve left.

Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet?  Hmm no, not that I can recall.

If you had to get advice from someone of the opposite sex, who would you go to?  I’d go to Hans for certain advice, but not for every single situation. He’s the only person that comes to mind.

What was the last new food/drink that you tried?  So last Wednesday I finally got to try this Instagram-based doughnut shop that I’ve been eyeing since August and it turned out to be even MUCH BETTER THAN EXPECTEDDDDDD. Like yeah their photos were always mouthwatering but I didn’t expect it to taste as good as it looks, since most pretty food I’ve encountered usually end up just tasting meh. Anywho, I got two orders of their sampler box and they served me their specialty bacon doughnut, signature brown butter, and a bunch of their chocolate and peanut butter variants and I loved every single fucking thing.

Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better?  Oh it’s hard to tell, it’s only 9:05 AM. Both days might be uneventful, though.

Have you ever played Sudoku?  I don’t actually get how to play it hahaha. I feel like I’m too stupid for sudoku.

Do you ever take surveys for money?  I tried it last year when applying for jobs was still a bitch for me, but the thing is most of those surveys look for employed participants so there was rarely ever a survey that fit me anyway.

Do you like Barbie or Bratz better?  Bratz.

Do you prefer purple or green grapes?  I don’t like grapes.

Who was the last person that made you laugh?  Idk, probs one of the boys since I was watching videos of them earlier today.

Where does your best friend live?  A nearby city.

Who did you last confide in?  Angela.

Does your car have an alarm?  Sure.

Where was your mom born?  Somewhere in Metro Manila.

What can always make you feel better no matter what?  My dogs.

What is something you’ll never eat again? Why?  I don’t think there is anything. I feel like I’m always bound to retry things and that I would be open to doing so, even fruits. One thing I’m firm about never drinking again, though, is coconut water. Get that SHIT away from me.

What is currently happening that is scaring you?  I’m not feeling scared these days.

Have you ever found a stranger’s note somewhere? If so, what did it say?  Probably. But nothing sticks out.

[sugarcookiesandsins]

Charmed [Episode 6]

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Following your explanation, the boys sat in silence as each of them took in the various blueprints and notes spread out before them. Processing it took them some time, and Eli took the opportunity to soothe his dry throat with the remnants of his drink.

“It’s complicated, to say the least.” Namjoon’s voice was distant as his mind wasn’t all that focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

Yoongi only snorted in response, but it was more of a reaction that he had given for the duration of the discussion so Eli considered it a win all in all and looked to the other members for their reactions. Seeing nothing else of note in their eyes, he reached for the papers to clean them up, planning on returning to his room and cleaning up, before going out for supplies. Sure, Hoseok or Jimin could probably hook them up with all that they needed but call it a con’s intuition for wanting to check out the equipment themselves.

Grabbing hold of the documents, he rifled through them and aligned the corners as he always did before getting up.

“I’m headed out for some of the basic equipment so yall can break it in before D-day.” Not waiting for an answer, he headed back to his designated room, barely sparing a minute to toss the papers onto his desk before heading to the bathroom. 

With the door locked and the hot water soothing your muscles, you had some time to yourself to think. Your relationship with the rest of the boys could be simmered down to two words: grudging acceptance. Neither side was about drop their pride and invite the other out to dinner, but at least Jungkook wasn’t lunging for your throat every time he laid eyes on you.

The heist was risky, and would take some real trust and teamwork, and “grudging acceptance” wasn’t exactly the best relationship to have with the people you would be trusting with your life while completing the mission. You still were damn sure that they wouldn’t hesitate to leave you behind if they needed to; their relationship was one where they looked out for each other and solid walls were drawn against those who weren’t inside when those walls were built.

In a way, you understood. Though you didn’t have the exact details, it was obvious they went through some trauma together, one that bound them together by something greater than blood ties or brotherhood. You were the same way; the only difference was that you were alone when you built those walls and they had each other.

Shutting off the water, you stepped out into the foggy bathroom, the heat blushing your skin red. The mirror was fogged up, and the metaphor almost made you snort. It seemed that even the world was trying to tell you that within all the personas and costumes, you had lost sight of your true self, even as it stood within reach, blurry but there.

The skin on your chest was red and irritated, most likely from the bandages you used to keep your secret. You needed to spend a night away from them, if only so you could let your skin breathe.

Getting your costume back on, you waltzed out of your bedroom towards the living room, most of the boys had disappeared, but Jimin was still where you had left him, albeit in clothes more appropriate for your shopping trip. In a way, you expected Hoseok to be there as well, but Jimin oversaw their equipment.

“Do you know the weights and heights of everyone,” Eli casually asked as he thumbed through a small journal filled with more of his chicken scratch trying to find the specific page he wanted.

“Don’t tell me you’re interested in us,” Jimin scoffed obviously getting the wrong impression from Eli’s words.

“Interested in keeping you all alive yeah.” Eli turned his back on the still lounging Jimin, who had somehow managed to get even more attractive as he leaned back invitingly on their soft couch. “Don’t fool yourself shorty. I doubt you have anything that would make me want to chase after you.”

Making his way to the foyer of the apartment, he didn’t even look back to see if Jimin was following him before he slipped out and towards the elevators.

The ride down was silent once Jimin joined him, each absorbed in their own devices to pass the time. Upon exiting the tall high-rise building, Eli was none too surprised at the sleek black SUV waiting for them. They needed to buy a lot of equipment and they would need a large car to hold it all.

While in the car, both still maintained the strict silence that they had started in the elevator. Eli’s eyes were focused on the passing scenery, letting out tiny grins at the snapshots of daily life he saw beyond the tinted glass windows. They were all so oblivious to the harsh realities of the world and even if they did know, their brains would probably cut out the information deeming it too harmful to remember. 

PJM

He seemed utterly uninterested in anything other than the mission. It really was odd to see how quickly his attitude adjusted when he explained the plan to us this morning. Not once did he let out his signature smile, all teeth and stupidity. It was long, complicated, and required a lot more trust than I felt anyone was willing to give him at this point in whatever relationship was forming between us.

Going out with him was most definitely not my choice, but Namjoon had insisted on it because apparently it was obvious that I was the one with the most prejudices against our new add-on. We all knew it was a blatant lie, but Jungkook had no qualifications to go shopping therefore here I am.

The car is surprisingly silent, and looking over at Eli, he’s focused on the outside world. There was longing in a sense, something we all felt from time to time; we wonder and dream of our lives with intact families and normality.

The car stops in front of a hotel, conspicuous and in the center of town; it’s perfect. Getting down, it’s no surprise that we make an impression on the surrounding people. Jimin’s face is common on the news channels and everyone knows the people he associates with, so everyone gives us a wide berth as we enter the hotel.

Walking to the front desk, the person manning the fort gives us the biggest customer service smile that I have ever seen. Jimin merely nods back before handing over a medallion and asking for, “Room 113 please” with the most conversational tone.

“Forgive me sir, but our staff is still cleaning the room for you. Please feel free to wait in our lobby and I will call you when the room is prepared.” When you enter this line of work, you should always be prepared to deal with word games and subliminal messaging. We both understood what his words meant, there was already someone shopping so we could not go in.

Most places like this did not worry about anonymity between guests, hoping that it would work as sort of a motivation to not betray the location; if someone got captured then they could name everyone else that they saw. It was more commonly seen in stores that had not gotten a footing in the black world of crime. Yet, the truly powerful locations did not need to rely on such childish motivations as that.

Jimin and I made our way to the couches a couple feet away from the receptionist. The world continued to move on around us. Initially, some were focused on our identities, but as they each needed to be somewhere else, we were left alone in the middle of the lobby. The hotel itself seemed to be the playground of the higher class based on all the brand names glittering around me and the large entourages that revolve around a single person.

In a way, that life seemed bland to me. What fun was there to have everything handed to you, sure it was novel for a little while but then it would lose it’s charm. Inherently, people get bored which is why you see celebrities always doing.

It wasn’t long before the receptionist approached us from behind the desk and informed us that they were ready for us. He motions us to follow him and we do.

The receptionist returns to behind the desk and programs a reader card to let us into our requested room. He faces us again and hands that card over with that same sickeningly bright smile. “I hope everything is to your standards.” He knows, though I do not know why I ever doubted it for a second.

Jimin nods and I follow his example of silence as he leads me down a hallway and to our room. Unlocking it with the given card, he lets me inside before shutting and locking the door behind us both. The space is small and not a room at all; it was an elevator.

Surveillance was full force as someone welcomed us to the store and instructed us not to touch anything as the decent began on its own. By my estimate, the level that we stopped at was one below the basement. The doors opened before us and we walked into a well-lit room, almost as big as a proper ballroom. Certainly, not as high but just a big in width and length. The rich vibe continued down here as well with the red walls and gold trimming on the walls and on the cabinets filled to the brim with guns and other equipment.

At the far end of the room, a man in a fitted suit stood relaxed in his posture. Not single strand of hair or muscle moved out of place as we approached him. “Welcome. Please take a look around at your leisure and feel free to ask any questions. We are here to assist.”  

Jimin jets off towards the far end of the room, firmly in the directions of some automatic handgun; they suited him. I had initially pegged him at a knife person, but then again he wanted efficiency more than any perceived bloodlust so I relented on my initial judgement. His steps were quick, barely holding on to the perception of calm, but he was like a child in a candy shop, no doubts about it.

Letting him satisfy his own curiosity, I turned to the tactical gear. I would worry about the boys later, getting their measurements from Jimin now would be impossible when he seems much more interested in the custom grips on an Italian classic.

Shopping for harnesses was ironically reminiscent to shopping for clothes; they were all on gold hangers and organized by size and prices. The boys (read: Big Hit) were paying for all this anyways so I’d take advantage of that; only I knew what was really needed for this.

Shifting through them all, I decided on one with multiple points of weight distribution that had multiple clip combinations so one could vary their support based on their preference or on the limits of rope. As I was looking, I felt a presence on my 6 or 7 o’clock; it was either Jimin or the attendant.

“Is this what you wanted the body measurements for?” Jimin.

“No,” I scoffed. “I needed that information to plant fake bodies when we all fail this and need to get the heck out of dodge.”

“The confidence you have in us is astounding.” He didn’t waste time is coming back for me with the same amount of sarcasm.

“I have as much confidence in you as I do in my own survival with the group of you.” Snatching the paper with the written measurements out of his hand, I didn’t bother to head his response as I pulled out different sizes of the same harness. They would cost a pretty penny, but you weren’t footing the bill.

“Take these to the table.” I was already searching for the ropes; something strong preferably suspension or paracord, but mountaineering might work.

“Do it yourself.”

“Like you know what we need for this. Just do what I ask and maybe my confidence that we’ll survive this increase by a tenth of a percent.”

“You’re difficult.”

“But I’m good and that’s what you really need right now isn’t it? Now go.”

Deciding on some dark colored SWAT rappelling rope in 200 feet lengths. It was double braided and would be more than enough to carry our weights at 9mm in diameter. However, ti was a hefty weight, but I’d leave that to the boys. Additionally, I picked up some paracord, just in the case of an emergency lashing or situation.

Next, some infrared googles. They were also a hefty price, but trusting the boys to already have their own, I waited until Jimin returned from his second trip from the far table to confirm. Given a OK, I think he had given up on arguing with me for the sake of it, I picked out some durable ones with a heat sensor attachment.

Last in terms of tacticals, would be body suits. These would go under our regular clothes, additional protection and heat without the bulk. Of course, some bullet proof clothes would be going on top, but still a good base is always necessary.

Now to the fun part, weapons.

Jimin had already beat me to it, having laid out some stuff that he wanted for himself or that he got at the request of the other boys. A computer chip, most likely for Yoongi, catches my eye. Having a computer for research and planning would be so much easier than having to piece together scraps of paper.

Grabbing a sleek laptop off the shelf, I added it to the ever-growing pile of supplies on the table under the raised eyebrow of Jimin. He reaches for it, but I smack his hand away and firmly state that “I like doing these things myself.” I hear no further argument.

Then comes the guns. Semi-automatics have a soft spot it my heart so I grab an all-American Hollywood classic, twin Desert Eagles, metal caps, and a spool of wrapping leather; custom grip can only be truly custom when you make them yourself. Snagging some holsters, I argue mentally between thighs and sides, before just getting both; no point wasting time. Then for knifes, I grab a classic butterfly, before grabbing some more practical Damascus hunting daggers that were lightweight so they could be thrown as well.

Nodding at Jimin, I let him take care of the payment as I continued to explore the room for anything else that we might like. Closer to the door, I see a locked cabinet with oddities that most would not look twice at; they sell information. A couple flash drives being bid off, probably filled with some military programs or governmental passwords. I wouldn’t put it pas them to have one or two automatic Trojans with a logic puzzle for those dolts that didn’t know how to use a computer. Then on the far side, something unexpected.

“They say that’s a charm from the Banshee herself.” Jimin, seemingly done with the purchase, came over towards the elevator as the store took care of sending our goods topside.

“The Banshee?” This was one I hadn’t heard before.

“Yeah. She’s an assassin with some sort of moral code apparently when she kills. And she takes or makes charms from each kill to remember them. Morbid, but then again anyone who’s that good ought to have a few screws lose to not go crazy.” He wasn’t wrong.

Even Master had told me it was odd when he saw the charms, but he got used to it. The box of filled bracelets I left with Master, the only thing of personal value that I really owned anymore so my wrists were naked and empty. Yet, the feeling never hit me until now, when I saw the only charm I ever lost (a round mosaic for a contemporary artist who also profited from fakes) for sale. The Banshee name had power and with power comes profit; the betting for the charm already past the million mark.  

“Don’t think to hard. You won’t ever meet her.” Jimin laughed, the kind that came from his belly and was not held back by propriety.

“And you have?” It was a good enough act, lovestruck youngster falling for a power girl he had never even met before.

“Nope. But I want to. Her story sounds interesting enough.” That was the most uncharacteristic thing I had ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Her story,” I snickered, my face trying very hard not to mock him with its expression. “A mafioso and an assassin on a coffee date. That sounds more like the first line of a joke.”

He didn’t respond, but looking back as he pushed me towards the elevator told me he was thinking. The cogs were turning either to make up a lie or to figure out how to put it in words.

“I want to know what made her this way. She is truly someone that does not care, and something must have happened to make her that way.” His voice was quiet and rippling under the surface I could hear some semblance of emotions from him. It was a change, and I let him talk. “Even you can agree with this; we didn’t just wake up one day and decided we wanted to be like this. We went through the ringer and decided that we never wanted to be that low ever again, so we went for the heights.”

“We braved the cliffs and grew wings.” Simple words, but with more meaning that even a full paragraph could hold. He simply nodded in response and the rest of the ride up was silent, each lost in our pasts.

The ride back to the apartment was no different, except for the back piled with our new supplies. Quiet and heavy, not even the driver disturbed us in our thoughts.

The boys were waiting for us when we went upstairs, all cleaned up and hair coiffed to perfection.

“How was it?” Namjoon, objective as ever wanting to make sure the boys hadn’t lost their biggest weapons source because the two of us butting heads.

“Uneventful.” Me, as I turned to the boxes.

“Normal.” Jimin, as he joined the boys on the couch.

“Did you bring us presents?” Taehyung, relaxed as always, stretching his legs on the coffee table as he watched me organize.

I put everything that I had bought for myself in one box, including my harness, a loop of SWAT rope, the extra paracord, and the body suit. The rest was laid out on the floor next to the boxes that Jimin had already organized the others’ stuff into, most likely at the store itself.  

“I bought all of you harnesses and new rope. I suggest getting used to wearing them around and working with the additional weight so break them in to your own comfort.”

Jungkook scoffed, “We have our own already.”

“Of course, you do. But do they have at least a 5-point weight distribution and at lest 10 hold holds for various roping combinations?”

He stayed silent.

“No? Then I suggest you break in the one I got for you or I won’t be responsible for you screwing this up for the rest of them. I didn’t bother holding back with him. Jungkook had started to get on my nerves. I was starting to get the feeling that no matter what I did, I would never get on his good side. I had reached a conclusion; it wasn’t me personally he hated, it was the idea of me; all fun and games when matched with his cold perfectionism. He thought I was stupid and infuriating, I thought the same of him; it worked out.

Walking back to my own room, I could practically hear Namjoon trying to figure out a plan to get me and Jungkook back on better terms. But that would have to wait for another day; I needed to get my stuff together.

Making it back to the relative haven of my room, I unpack and start customizing. First was the guns, taking the leather, I cover both handles in a primitive but more familiar imitation of custom grips, adding in the end the metal cap at the bottom of the grip because if you can’t shoot, you can at least swing. Sure, it does mess with the balance of the gun but you get used to it after a couple years of practice. Next, comes the computer. Booting up, I have never been more thankful for technology and resolve to ask someone to scan the document to upload, but after spending a couple hours with Jimin, I am ready to be alone.

Then again, when does the plan of the universe ever work in my favor? Just as I put away the rest of the gear, keeping the harness out to break in after I relax, I hear a knock on my door.

“Can I come in?” Taehyung. Lovely.

“Sure.” I didn’t bother to try to contain my annoyance, but this was Taehyung we were talking about; he was selectively blind, and deaf for that matter, to the world around him. He heard me say that he could come in but he somehow didn’t hear my annoyance.

He waltzed right in and seated himself on my bed as turned around from my desk. Glancing out the window, I could see the first signs of the evening clouding over the brightness of the day, so it was no surprise that he was dressed to go to work. Silk shirt unbuttoned just enough for anyone watching to get a peak of tanned skin tucked into tight denim. A lone silver chain hanging around his neck and thin rings of the same material making his fingers seem longer than you have ever thought was humanly possible.

Once again, he lounged. Looking back, you have never seen him as anything other than relaxed, except for that one time when you technically broke in so context matter with him. He didn’t even bother taking of his leather shoes which made you scowl.

“Any particular reason you’re hear or is it just to grind my gears?”

“Both, but mostly I have a question for you to answer for me.” He reached for his pocket and pulled out a swatch of white fabric that almost made my heart strop.

“A bandage? You want me to wrap something for you?” I didn’t let it bother me. The bandages I wore were a dime a dozen and he could have gotten it from any mom and pop medical store along the road.

“No I was wondering why you had these. If you’re hurt, that’s not good for any of us see?” Sitting up, he kept waving that bandage in front of me, taunting me like he knew all my secrets, but he didn’t.

“You went through my stuff?” Sighing, I relented. “Should have expect nothing less from a sneak thief. They are bandages for emergencies. I don’t trust for a second that Jungkook still doesn’t want to put a bullet between my eyes.”

“True. You and Jungkook really don’t get along. Though that is to be expected when the both of you have different ways of surviving.” Taehyung was smarter than you, and probably anyone else, gave him credit for. His mouth was working to distract while his eyes watched and learned from the people around him.

I didn’t respond, but I didn’t need to. Even Taehyung seemed to sense that our conversation was over as he left my room with some important parting word. “The most dangerous liars are the ones who give themselves to the lies, body, soul and heart.”

[reversecreek]

ziggy strutting up to me like this gif as i hold up a crucifix n say begone begone vile beast BEGONE from my vicinity i will NOT buy u a happy meal wretched little boy...... some live action rp to start this off..... and SCENE. takes my bow. his pinterest is here n his playlist is here.

* dylan minnette, cis male + he/him  | you know ziggy benson, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of his life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole glitching televisions impaled by remotes, nonchalantly texting the babes as a stove fire ravages your kitchen & cartoons turned up so loud it fries your eardrums thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 24th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY;

from the second ziggy ws born he didnt stop screaming. within the first hours of his life he gave his father an ear splitting headache tht prompted him to say “that uncooked chicken’s fucking demonic” n joke abt popping “it” in the oven to roast. when this understandably received disgusted glances frm the nursing staff he ws all like “jeez alright alright i’m kiddin i’m kiddin can’t a guy have a joke around here?” n i feel like that sets up their dynamic so nice n sweetly <3 (sarcasm) (lips pursed)

frm day one he ws just honestly a rly hyperactive child. when he laughed he’d shriek it out at the absolute top of his lungs bc he’d just get this huge giddy surge of energy all the way to the very tips of his toes n it’d hit him like a shock from a fork in a plug socket. their parenting style ws rly just lazy tbh.... they didn’t have much time for disciplining him. ziggy’s mum wld halfheartedly be like “ziggy quiet now....” n then go bk to nuking whatever vegetables she’d defrosted until they tasted like dinosaur bones..... this wld not make any difference in ziggy’s behaviour

his father rly just took the stance that it ws ziggy’s mum’s job to discipline him or raise him in general which is. 🔪 please enter the 20th century sir.... get ur noggin sorted..... needless to say he wsn’t much involved in ziggy’s life n honestly generally jst didn’t like him. ziggy was a responsibility he didn’t want (accidental prregnancy) n in his literal words once said (blatantly while ziggy ws watching cartoons on the sofa) tht ziggy just “harshes my fucking vibe a lil bit”. 

he wound up leaving when ziggy was six ish.... ziggy watched thru a crack in the blinds as his mum tried to grab at his jacket to make him stay as he lugged out his suitcase..... she even tried to physically cling onto him so he cldn’t get in his ride bt the door wound up slamming n she sat on her knees watching the lights pull out the drive n even long after they were gone. ziggy didn’t rly kno what to do abt this (emotions hd never been smthn he particularly understood, his own or how to handle other people’s) so after watching her fr 5 minutes he went out n gently shook her shoulder n was like. mom come inside u look weird out here. FKGHSFHGSFHKGFHKSGSFGHK. this was him trying to show love <3

ziggy’s mum is like.... rly relationship dependent. she gets all her self worth n validation frm whtever man she’s dating.... so she went on this like.... wild rampage of jst. dating a very large string of men. they ranged frm dreadfully boring to downright awful n were always below her standards. ziggy quite literally hated. all of them. every last one. even one that tried to b nice to him by offering to help him do his math homework when he ws 13 (bc ziggy was struggling a lot w this) n in response ziggy loudly barked until the man gt scared n stumbled backwards into a dining chair on his way out of the room. KGHFHKSJHFJGSHKFG

while him n his mum hv a kind of strained situation (there’s a great deal of resentment from her end n kind of. blaming him fr “driving his father away” n it’s never spoken abt bt it’s very much Present in their relationship n honestly ziggy kind of resents her too fr bringing some of the men into their lives tht she did) there is. love there...... sometimes she’ll like. reach out to cup the back of his head n he’ll duck his head away n be like wtf are u doing checking me for lice? n she’ll jst smile like :)...... knowing that’s how he loves. KHSFGKJGHKSFGFHKGSHF. ugh we love men who know how to process their emotions yesssss king give us nothing <3

(abuse n violence tw) idk i won’t go into it too much bt even tho ziggy’s constantly like 🙄 when his mum shows him affection he wld quite literally. kill fr her n almost did one time.......... narrowly avoided getting charged w assault when one of her bfs was drunk n evil n he went into protective mode.... idk he. has gone thru a lot n seen a lot n so has his mum. they look after each other the best they kno how despite the negatives in their relationship.... it’s complex <3

literally got in trouble so. often. at school. he ws always hyperactive (undiagnosed adhd n also probably not helped by the fact he ws jst allowed to eat sm junk food w 459729457952 sugar percentage all hours of the day) bt when his dad left n like. dealing w acting out so severely at home where his mum’s bfs were concerned it rly escalated..... i jst think he ws like. literally a terror. probably got suspended so many times. maybe even was permanently expelled before he cld get his diploma honestly. set off a firework in school hallway. smthn absolutely reckless n stupid.

hs hd a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up getting fired.... worked at mcdonald’s fr a while n then one day he went in rly high n ate three cheeseburgers in front of a weeping child who hd ordered one.... promptly gt fired bt he ws like yo fuck this place i’m quitting n threw off his apron n was like who’s with me??? who’s joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff n they were all mostly like >_> <_< before security approached to forcibly remove him n he grabbed a cookie n crammed it into his mouth in rebellion mid frantic n frankly possessed escape.....

in terms of wht’s going on to this day w his living situation i honestly think he still lives w his mum. i can just see this. KHGFSKGHSFGKSFGH. in like. a ramshackle bungalow in delphinus heights.... having said tht she probably isn’t. there tht often nw she’s dating her latest man (jonas, somehow always sweaty no matter the weather, wears too many gold rings n smells like shoe cleaner) who owns a car dealership n thinks he’s a kingpin for it. still home sometimes tho.

PERSONALITY:

ziggy spends his days working shifts at an ice cream parlour (one he got fired from once bc he broke in high n ate sm ice cream he was lay on the floor in the bk pants unbuttoned stomach bulging sm calling himself garfield saying he had too much lasagna. they hired him bk tho bc he has a harem of middle aged women who lust after him n it brings customers....) or like. cruising parties...... setting off fireworks.... skateboarding...... breaking into abandoned buildings.... filming stupid jackass type tricks....... playing guitar hero...... getting drunk at the arcade..... sometimes busking fr cash in a tossed dwn hat (very badly) (thinks he’s sick at it however)........ or alternatively...... fucking chicks aha...... fuck.......... not exclusive to chicks tho just had to sound despicable bt :smirk: he’s bi Baby.... 

i won’t lie he’s kind of an asshole................ never rly was taught properly how to empathise with ppl so like he struggles w that....... sometimes he’ll say smthn tht’s genuinely just quite mean n doesn’t need to be said but he doesn’t rly realise it’s like bad. n he’s like. what’s the deal haha why are u mad...... 

fuckboy. genuinely jst. rly summarises it well. insatiable. sleeps around wildly. will say he’ll call u back n then will not call u back. lies like oh babe i’m moving to france tomorrow fuckkkkkkkkk sucks so bad that we can only have one night but let’s make it special yeah? tits? n then they’ll see him casually skating past them on the street a week later n be like well clearly he’s not in france. ziggy doesn’t care.

calls himself a “genius inventor” bc he once gutted a vintage analog television n made it into a fish tank. it literally leaked water a bit. still convinced he is a literal visionary never seen before never done again. he’s like i’m on the brink of greatness. i’m the next einstein.

has a bit of a god complex where he thinks he’s the sexiest person in any given room n it’s kind of funny bc like dylan minnette’s sexy to me bt tht isn’t a widespread opinion n ur being a bit bold ziggy...... regardless has confidence thru the roof tht isn’t rly deterred by anything or anyone.....

dyes his hair 49729572459752 colours every colour under the sun. sometimes all at once jst different patches. wears lots of tie dye tshirts n basketball shorts even tho he doesn’t play basketball. rly colourful sneakers. just lots of loud colours tbh. often wears a paper clip in his ear as an earring. pierced it himself. someone probably recorded him doing it fr his insta story. probably was drunk.

drives a vespa around tht is baby blue with pastel yellow polka dots. it has lots of tin cans attached to the back by string like on those cars when u just got married. he did not just get married. u can hear him arriving frm over a street away.

almost never pays fr anything bt is always like “yo it’s my treat” n then either dine n dashes or u have to pay

his idea of romance is nuking a hot pocket as breakfast in bed n then complaining he’s hungry n eating half

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fuckboy antics: he’s insatiable. rabid. notorious. mayb they fkd n he didn’t call........ jst completely ghosted........ mayb they were genuinely into him n he honestly built up kind of false pretences abt them having a connection n then jst dipped..... cld  b good fr angst n drama <3 someone please egg his house he deserves it <3

high skl heathens: locals tht were equally chaotic in hs..... just picture him having this group of misfits tht were like so loud n always getting up to no good doing god knows what god knows where.... probably gt arrested together breaking into an old abandoned hospital one time........... rly just doing the absolute most at all times............. probably so loud........... drinking n smoking far too much.....

an attempted teenage relationship: i’m like. tentative to even put this one bc i just feel like ziggy wld be a shit bf. KJHGFSHGFHGSFHGFKGHFKSG. but. maybe it ended in drama.....i’d say this wld probably be a girl bc in hs he probably ws less open w his sexuality... maybe ziggy cheated on her or she cheated on him................ angst........ strife.... we love it we love it........ i crash my car into the bridge... i don’t care... i love it... sudden icona pop moment me stood on stage singing karaoke.... it’s just gone 7am as i write this so i apologise if this is losing any. coherency. smiles so sexy....

last adolescent plot i swear: i picture when ziggy was expelled he somehow amassed a large group to protest w signs outside the school fr him to be accepted back. it didn’t work. he threw a party when he received news he hadn’t got back in anyway. maybe ur muse was involved or helped organise this or was violently opposed.

enemies: ppl who just. don’t like ziggy bc like honestly that’s so fair n valid. KJHGFKGHKSFGHSGKHSFHG..... mayb he like. exploded their mailbox one time when they were younger. mayb he skated over their toes. mayb he fucked their bitch aha fuck................. (joking btw) (don’t condone misogyny) (hashtag feminism). cld be fun to play around w

fwb: probably hs a few of these......... mayb they’re cool w things being no strings attached n lax n at ease w ziggy being the mess tht he is in general..... mayb they want more bt ziggy cannot provide...... mayb they literally don’t get on at all n this is their only mutual ground n they keep coming bk to each other.... :smirk:..... whatever u Farncy....

maybe ziggy’s mum dated ur muse’s dad at one point???? we can discuss this if u think it fits..... cld be fun to play around w............

coworkers: past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this guy fking ONNN at a past job (he’s had a few in the food service industry so pretty open in tht area)... mayb they work w him at the ice cream parlour now..... cn discuss the dynamic probably wld be dependent on the muse involved fr like. how he’d act n stuff.... :yum:

[stellar-starseed]

Never In A Million Years

Deleted Scene (aka the real Ch. 5)

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader, Jimin x fem!reader, polyamory

Summary: You have just confessed to one of your close friends that you have feelings for them. Things don’t go according to plan, and you turn to your best friend, Yoongi, for comfort.

(Deleted Scene) Chaper 5

Other Chapters: Master List

Warning: 18+, sexual content in later chapters, possible language

Note: cross posted on ao3

Really this was actually Chapter 5, but it wasn’t until creating this post that I realized I effed up. So, this is now a deleted scene...apologies. Enjoy!

Deleted Scene

AKA Chapter 5

Jimin and Jungkook were going to be taking exams for the better part of the afternoon, so you found yourself quite bored after work. When you began craving coffee, more specifically coffee from Yoongi’s favorite cafe, you started to think some magnetic force was pulling you two together. Maybe the universe wanted you to forgive him for so easily pushing you away. After all that happened you couldn’t get him off your mind. You should be furious, but Yoongi could never stay on your bad side for long, he was too cute for that nonsense.

It didn’t take long to reach the cafe and you found yourself growing nervous as you entered. Making it a point not to look around, you fiddled with your keys as you walked toward the register where a smiling face was looking back at you.

“Welcome! What can I get started for you?” The tall barista said cheerfully. They were either very good at their job or naturally happy because it didn’t seem the slightest bit fake. You gave your order and name and sluggishly stepped towards the other side as you scanned the room carefully. Your heart skipped a beat and the butterflies in your stomach seemed to be fighting one another. You saw Yoongi in the back corner with his large headphones on, bobbing to what could only be one of his new mixes. This entire situation was quite strange to you. You’ve known Yoongi for nearly half your life and you were getting nervous at the sight of him. Your best friend was giving you butterflies. You realized you were staring when your name was called multiple times and you were drawn from your daydream.

“I wouldn’t disturb that one.” The barista warned as he gestured towards Yoongi. “He gets a little snippy when you interrupt his work.” You couldn’t help but laugh. You had been witness to those moments and even been on the wrong side of them from time to time.

You tried your luck anyway and slowly headed for the back corner where he sat behind a screen. He was concentrating as if his life depended on it. You sat down very carefully and his brows furrowed before he tore his eyes away from his computer screen to look at you. You gave him a shy smile and his features softened. He slipped his headphones off and smiled at you.

“Thought you didn’t like coffee.” He chuckled.

“I missed you.” You shrugged, glancing down at the hot beverage you hoped was covered up with enough sweetness to mask its taste. Yoongi laughed softly.

“I tried to call.”

“I know.” You can’t seem to meet his eyes even when you see him in your peripheral vision ducking his head trying to meet yours.

“You’re upset.” He states with a sigh.

“You pushed me away, Yoongi.” Your tone was sharp and, though you wanted it to be, you felt regret as soon as you heard it.

“I want you to be happy,______.” Now he was avoiding your gaze. “Jimin seems to make you happy.”

“You made me happy.” You blurt out and you can feel your cheeks burning as he looks up at you again. You clear your throat and look back down at your drink. When did things become so awkward?

“I never wanted to hold you back because of how I felt. I wanted you to be with who you wanted. Your first choice. That choice was never me.” Those words stung. You knew he didn’t mean to hurt you with them, but they felt like a blade to your heart.

“Fuck you, Yoongi. You don’t know what I wanted.” You grabbed your drink and left the table.

“You lasted longer than me.” The barista calls after you. Too upset to even spare him a glance you push through the door.

Your pace was so fast you were nearly running home. Taking a sip of your beverage, You grimaced and tossed it in the nearest trash can. You were fuming. You were wounded. You knew he was right.

You had been upset with Yoongi three times in your relationship. The first was when you were in college and he had his first serious girlfriend. You picked a fight with him over not spending enough time with you and told him she was ruining your friendship. He broke up with her not long after that. The second time was when Jimin informed you of their conversation weeks prior. The conversation that has lead you to your relationship with Jimin. Now, this time you were upset because he was right and it hurt you to think that you hurt him. Yoongi wasn’t your first choice, in fact you only seemed to act out whenever he wasn’t available.

You were more mixed up than ever. If you felt this way about Yoongi why didn’t you ever realize you had feelings? Why did you suppress them and go after every wrong choice possible? Jimin was the only person you ever had feelings for, besides Yoongi, that was a good guy, incredible really. Both of them were incredible. How are you supposed to handle this?

You found yourself walking around the park down the street from your apartment contemplating what your next move was going to be. You were dating Yoongi less than a month ago. There was some grand decision making happening behind your back and now your with the man you swore was the man of your dreams on more than one occasion. Guilt hit your heart when you realized you made that confession to Yoongi. This realization made anger rise within you.

Wanting to take your mind off the situation, you decide to call Jimin and take him to dinner. You went to grab your phone out of your pocket when you were immediately hit on the side of the head. There was a sharp pain followed by darkness. You were knocked to the ground unconscious. When you woke up you were met by bright fluorescent lights and an IV attached to your arm.

“There she is!” Jungkook‘s soothing voice breaks the silence. You lift your head to see him and Yoongi’s pacing came to a halt upon hearing Jungkook’s statement. “You really need to stop hitting your head.” He laughed as he reached your bedside.

“Thank goodness, what happened?” Yoongi was by your side as well, his hand slipped into yours.

“Not really sure. I feel kind of dizzy.”

“Baby, are you okay?” Jimin says as he enters the room. But before you can answer He blurts out, “Let met get the doctor!” Rushing out of the room he flags down your nurse. She comes to check on you and informs you that you have a concussion. The doctor enters the room moments after.

“How are you feeling?” The tall dark haired man asks as he places a hand on your ankle with what seemed practiced concern.

“I’m a little dizzy and my head hurts when I lift it.”

“Okay, these are normal symptoms to have with a concussion, but your scans came back all clear. The symptoms can last for a few weeks so don’t be alarmed if your having dizziness and headaches. If your symptoms worsen then you can come back to the emergency room. Other wise, rest for the next couple of days. I’ll have your nurse get you discharged.”

“What happened, jagiya?” Jimin sat on the bed and took your free hand. Yoongi didn’t let go of the other.

“I was in the park walking around and then I was here.” You chuckle and shrug. “I honestly don’t know what happened. I felt a sharp pain I guess that’s all I really remember.”

“When we got here the nurse said the couple that brought you in told her you were mugged.” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck and avoids eye contact. You knew it bothered him because he always had issues with emotional situations.

“It’s a good thing they were there to help!” Jungkook tried to look on the bright side.

“Baby, don’t go wandering around at night by yourself okay?” Jimin rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“It wasn’t at night.” You clearly remember it being light out.

“When she left me it was still light.” Yoongi mumbles.

The guys begin to talk amongst themselves about how thankful they should be that nothing else happened to you. Yoongi pointed out that the small bag you were carrying was no where to be found. The nurse came in to go over your discharge instructions before letting you go. Yoongi insisted that you stay at his apartment.

“Noona, I think that’s a good idea too.” Jungkook said when you protested.

“The doctor did say you would be fine, jagi, but I agree with Yoongi and JK. I think we would all feel better if you had someone watching over you.” Jimin kissed your cheek and gave you his puppy dog eyes. Those eyes were incredibly hard to resist.

“Don't.” You whined as you stared into his eyes. He bat his eyelashes and gave you a small pout. You answered him with a pout and he smiled and kissed you softly on the lips.

“Good.” He stated simply. He pulled you into him, gently placing your head on his chest and kissing the top of your head. They agreed that you and Jungkook would go to Yoongi’s apartment while Jimin and Yoongi went to grab necessities at your place.

________

The ride to your apartment was a quiet one. Jimin and Yoongi were still trying to process how something like this happened to you. It was broad daylight and in the middle of a public place, but somehow you were caught in the middle of someone’s stupidity.

“I didn’t want to show it, but that really scared me.” Jimin says softly as they enter your apartment.

Yoongi looks over at Jimin, taking in the sincerity of that statement, “Me too.”

“Really? I thought I was the only one freaking out! Everyone was so calm. And the doctor acted like it was nothing!” Jimin’s voice gave away how upset he was over this. Yoongi pressed his lips together and nodded.

“These sort of things happen to me not, ______.” Yoongi shook his head.

Jimin cocked his head, “you’ve been mugged?” His eyes became wide. Yoongi nodded and shrugged.

“It’s happened a couple of times. I found out the first one was set up by someone who was trying to steal my mixes. The second time I got my backpack with my lap top in it stolen.”

“Whoa.” Jimin shivered. “I can’t imagine going through that.”

“Not fun.” Yoongi let out a chuckle as he grabbed a backpack. Jimin folded some clothes and neatly placed them in the bag. Yoongi headed for the bathroom to gather other necessities.

“I never thanked you.” Jimin said as he continued to fill the backpack carefully.

“For What?” Yoongi’s voice echoed in the bathroom.

“Giving me a chance with her.”

“It was that or a bring you into our relationship. I just didn’t think she would want that.” Yoongi walks out of the bathroom with his arms full.

“You’re serious?” Jimin drops the bag and stares at Yoongi who nods. Jimin takes a deep breath and contemplates it in all seriousness. “I don’t think I would’ve minded that.”

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I hope this missing piece didn’t mess up the flow, and I also hope you enjoyed it either way.

Thanks for being lovely. Catch you on the next episode. Stay golden.

[alpacaparkaseok]

7 Secrets <pt. 7>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 4685

I loved getting all the guys together with their soulmates in this chapter! There is so much to come from this group. I hope you enjoy! 

“Here I was thinking that we were about to have the most relaxing time, then she suddenly starts scolding me like I’m some kindergartener! Can you believe it?”

Jin’s voice is unmistakable, as is Kyung-soon’s laugh.

“Honestly, yeah. I can believe it.” Seohyun’s voice echoes down the hallway, and I pick up the pace as we go toward the open door.

Dr. Kim goes in before us, announcing our presence to everyone. Right, there’s still a bit more bonding to be done. I take a deep breath, Namjoon locking his jaw in concentration.

I have no idea where to look when I first enter the room, Namjoon leading the way. He looks a bit protective, and I almost snort at his behavior. I can feel the other bonds clicking into place, they don’t require physical contact to be triggered. I rest my other hand on Namjoon’s forearm for extra support which he readily gives me, leaning into my body.

Kyung-soon stands just in front of Jin, his hand resting on her shoulder. His ears are bright red, but he makes no move to change his position. The two of them make a striking pair, my jaw nearly drops to the floor at the sheer amount of beauty in the room.

Seohyun is who I see next, her blinding smile drawing in my attention. Namjoon gives her a polite smile back, his eyes drifting to where Yoongi stands at her side. Yoongi is clearly just as drawn in by her as everybody else is; he only gives me a small nod before turning all of his attention back to Seohyun.

Himari breaks from where she was leaning against Hoseok, leaping forward.

“Good news, I didn’t pass out!” She exclaims, causing laughter to fill the room. Hoseok follows after her, his heart smile making an appearance.

“She was pretty close though,” he tells me and then dodges Himari’s death glare. “You’re Bethany, right?” I nod, reminding myself that Hoseok is simply another human being. No need to freak out, right?

“She goes by Beth, though.” Namjoon pipes up, looking at me for confirmation. I squeeze his hand.

“Yeah, I do. It’s nice to meet you guys.” I say, and Yoongi comes out of his trance enough to mumble something under his breath that sounds like ‘nice to meet you too’. Seohyun glances at him, and his eyes quickly turn away from her to avoid being caught staring. She grins back at me, completely aware that she’s got him wrapped around her finger.

“Where’s everybody else?” Namjoon asks, reluctantly letting go of my hand as Himari pulls me in for a hug.

Another doctor who I just noticed answers his question. “They’re all still in recovery, Jungkook and Minsuh just completed their bonding. They’ll be brought out when sufficient time has passed.” The doctor rattles off the information like he’s reading from a book. “Is everybody feeling alright?”

I nod, glancing at Namjoon the same time he looks at me. He’s clearly more embarrassed in front of his fellow members, because his face goes red and he fidgets for a moment. Hoseok quickly wraps an arm around his shoulders, masking his embarrassment with a question.

“So, how did it go for you guys? According to Dr. Choi,” he nods to the doctor standing beside the door. “You two took the longest time.”

I huff out a sigh of defeat. “Oh, no. You guys are keeping times? Seohyun’s never going to let us hear the end of it if she wins.” Himari hums in agreement, and I notice Jin and Kyung-soon sharing a sweet look. It makes me happy, seeing her so happy. No doubt she’s already stolen his heart.

I look back at Namjoon who’s stumbling to explain why it took us so long, and wonder how long it will take for me to steal his heart. Heaven knows he’s had mine for the past three years.

Himari whispers in my ear. “Can you believe how smitten Yoongi looks right now?” I chuckle at the pair.

“I wonder what happened when they bonded.”

“They haven’t said much, but it sounds like it was pretty intense. They still feel the shock every time they touch. Seohyun about jumped out of her skin a second ago when his hand brushed up against hers.”

I chuckle again, looking at my friend in adoration. Himari has been my closest friend throughout this entire journey, but our friendship somehow feels more complete now. The look in her eyes returns the sentiment, her arm slipping around my shoulders like Hoseok did to Namjoon earlier.

“What are you two giggling about over there?” Kyung-soon raises her eyebrows at us. She somehow seems bolder with Jin by her side.

We shrug, looking every part the conspirators we are. “Nothing, just catching up.” I say, winking at her. I see Namjoon’s eyebrows go up at my wink, which wasn’t even directed at him. Hoseok bursts out into laughter.

“She didn’t even wink at you,” he says, only making Namjoon go more red and hide his face. I get second-hand embarrassment just watching him. Poor guy. Thankfully Dr. Choi cuts in, announcing that Aera and Jimin are on their way.

I drift back over to Namjoon, needing a bit more strength from him in preparation for meeting another soul brother. His eyes are closed, still fighting the red that has taken up permanent residence on his cheeks. I take a chance, gently wrapping my arms around his waist. I’m worried for a moment that he’ll feel too embarrassed to return my embrace, but he releases a shaky breath that goes straight to my heart and wraps his arms around my shoulders, resting his chin on my head.

I hear Seohyun cooing over us. “Aw, look at them.”

“Seohyun,” I warn. I can feel Namjoon’s laugh rumble through his chest, making me melt more into the embrace.

I turn so that I’m leaning against Namjoon, facing the door. A second later Aera peeks her head through the door, smiling as she sees us.

“Hello everybody,” she says cheerily. She steps in, Jimin trailing in behind her with their hands firmly connected. He has a goofy smile on his face.

“Somebody looks pleased with themselves,” Jin says. Jimin laughs in response, growing a little shy.

He shrugs, looking around at all the new arrivals and waving. “It’s a good day.” Aera practically glows at his side.

Seohyun comes forward, and I grin as Yoongi looks uncertain whether or not to follow her. He takes a step and then decides to simply wait for her to return. I can almost hear him inwardly reminding himself that he’s not a lost puppy, but a respected member of the music community.

“You look surprisingly calm,” Seohyun says. She hugs Aera, who returns the hug with one arm and keeps her other hand in Jimin’s. Jimin notices her decision, his eyes turning to crescent moons as he smiles even brighter. “Everything went well?”

Aera nods. “Everything went well. Quick, what was everybody’s time?”

Oh, this is definitely turning into some sort of competition. I groan, burying my face into Namjoon’s shoulder. Everybody laughs at my reaction.

“I’ll just say it,” Namjoon says from above me. “We were just over 6 minutes. I know, I know.”

“Ah-ha! I knew you were taking longer! Jungkookie wouldn’t believe me!” Jimin exclaims, pointing at us. I want to die from all of the attention.

“Knowing Namjoon he probably had to give a speech before bonding,” Yoongi adds from the back of the room. Now it’s Namjoon’s turn to groan, and I smile up at him. He holds my eye contact for a little longer than what would be deemed normal, and I decide to turn away before I get too lost in his eyes. We’ve already embarrassed ourselves enough today.

“Glad to see you’ve found your voice again, Yoongi,” Hoseok chimes in, causing the other boy to promptly close his mouth as Seohyun chuckles.

“Oh, what did Namjoon say to you, Beth?” Aera giggles at my discomfort as I remember Namjoon’s sweet words. ‘Can I just hug you?’

“Well first we had tea and then we discussed literature.” I fire back. “You two didn’t?”

Jimin and Aera exchange a glance, a lopsided grin forming on Jimin’s face. Neither one of them respond, which only makes me more curious.

“We took almost exactly 5 minutes,” Himari says, keeping the conversation flowing. “What about you guys?”

“4:32.”

Next Jin gives their time. “Ours was 5 as well.” His voice is quieter than before, clearly his mind is preoccupied with the beautiful girl in front of him. Kyung-soon pretends to not notice.

Seohyun glances back at Yoongi sheepishly. Now I really want to know what happened between them. “2:42, wasn’t it?” Yoongi nods, only able to hold her gaze for a moment before dropping it.

“Wait, why does everybody have exact times?” I ask. Dr. Choi glances at his clipboard, scanning for our names. “Does the time really matter that much?”

“Your exact time,” Dr. Choi says, “was 6:50. The time doesn’t hold that much significance, however it does tell us a bit more about the kind of bond you have.” He catches my worried look and rushes to reassure me. “Trust me, it doesn’t have a negative effect. There is just a different emphasis, if you will.”

I nod, trusting him and the other doctors to go over everything in more detail later on.

“Oh-ho!” Kyung-soon laughs out loud. “That’s nearly 7 minutes you guys! What book were you discussing, again?”

We continue the banter, drinking in the different dynamics of each pair. It fills me with excitement. That excitement only triples every time Namjoon adjusts his hold on me, getting as close as possible. It’s surprising, I’ve seen enough BTS content to know that Namjoon is definitely not the most touchy. I can see from the looks of the other members that they’re also surprised, but I bask in his touch for now. Maybe it just had to be with the right person. I know that’s how it usually is with me.

By the time Taehyung and Ichika make their appearance I’ve learned that Kyung-soon did indeed call Jin out for making her go first, Yoongi started working on some new music the second they got into the recovery room (Seohyun got to help him, which was a dream come true for her, although she denies the fact that she’s the inspiration for the music), and Himari and Hoseok were so excited to finally meet that they ended up having to sit down mid-bond because their legs were giving out.

Taehyung holds nothing back as he hugs Ichika from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. When the other boys ask him if he cried he nods. “I cried a little,” he admits. Ichika smiles down at her shoes, and he steals an adoring glance at her. The look makes me sigh, they’re so cute. They look like they were made for each other.

Well, I guess that they were.

“I may have cried, but I doubt I cried as much as Jungkook probably did.” Taehyung defends himself, and everybody chuckles. No doubt the maknae of the group was a mess if he was on the verge of hyperventilation earlier according to Mr. Bang.

“How long did you two take?” Namjoon asks, joining in on the competition. Maybe they took longer, if they were crying. One can hope, at least.

Ichika looks at Taehyung, confusion clear on their faces. “I’m not sure,” she mumbles. The two of them were so lost in the moment that they didn’t hear or ask for their time. “Is it important?”

Dr. Choi explains the times again before checking their time. “You two took...3 minutes and 38 seconds.”

I huff everybody whoops and hollers. “You two are definitely the slowest,” Himari teases. “Only one opportunity left. You’d better hope Jungkook was bawling his eyes out.”

Almost as though summoning them, Dr. Kim and the male doctor who’s name I have yet to learn enter the room, informing us that Jungkook and Minsuh are on their way.

It’s Jungkook who enters first, checking behind him as he waits for Minsuh. They’re careful to stay close, but not touch. Almost like Yoongi and Seohyun.

“Oh, our little Jungkookie finally made it!” Jimin exclaims from where he’s standing beside Taehyung. Jungkook ignores him, and I notice that his eyes are red and puffy.

Taehyung wanders over to him, his boxy smile on display which Ichika clearly appreciates. “Are you ok?” Jungkook falls into his embrace, and I notice Minsuh’s shaking hands as Ichika hugs her.

“We’re alright I think,” Jungkook says, eyeing us all sheepishly. “Are you ok still?” He questions Minsuh quietly, and she gives him a little nod.

Jin breaks the awkward tension. “Alright, what was your time?” Then, he looks over to Namjoon with a prideful smirk on his face. “Prepare to lose, Joon-ah.”

“Uhm, what was it again?” Jungkook asks Minsuh.

She ponders for a second, looking to the doctors. “What did you say it was? 2:39 or something?”

I can hear Seohyun’s intake of breath as the doctor confirms the time as 2:39...3 seconds faster than her and Yoongi.

“I can’t believe this!” Seohyun exclaims, her laugh joining the rest of us. “For once in my life, I was winning! How could you do this to me, Min?”

Yoongi looks like he desperately wants to reach out to her, but he doesn’t move. I remember what Himari said earlier about the two of them still feeling the shock of the bond each time they touched.

“Yeah, welcome to our lives,” Jimin speaks up. “He’s the golden maknae, what did you expect?”

Namjoon nudges me, and I turn to face him amidst the chaos in the room as everyone starts bickering over the importance of the times. “You know,” he begins, leaning down to whisper, “The way I see it, we’re the real winners here.”

“Oh really?” I raise my eyebrows at him, chuckling at how self-conscious he becomes as he ponders touching me and goes against it, settling for just being close.

“Yeah, of course. We got to enjoy our...bonding, everybody else’s was over too quick. Don’t you think?” He looks at me with a hint of a smile, even as his ears turn an impressive shade of red.

I grin up at him, a startled laugh leaving my lips. “You’re right!” I say, the words coming out a little louder than I intended. I glance around, but nobody besides Himari seems to have noticed; they’re all too busy teasing each other. Himari just shoots me a smile before returning her focus on Hoseok.

Dr. Kim, who appears to be running the show, speaks up. It’s a good thing, too. Jungkook looks like he might pass out if he gets teased much longer.

“Everyone, we’re going to give you something of a debriefing now. If you’ll follow me to the conference room just down the hall we’ll begin.” She turns on her heel and walks out the door. Jungkook and Minsuh are closest to the door, so they follow after her first. Like before, they’re careful to stay close but not touch. A glance behind me shows Yoongi and Seohyun doing the same thing.

Indeed, the only pair that are walking hand in hand down the hallway are Taehyung and Ichika.

Before we enter the conference room I notice a bodyguard at the end of the hallway, guarding what looks like a door to the stairs. Another stands before the elevator.

“Are they blocking every exit or something?” Seohyun wonders aloud.

“They’ve blocked off the floor for us today, so nobody wanders up here.” Yoongi gently explains.

Bang Si Hyuk greets us upon entering the conference room, a couple of other people that I recognize as BTS’s managers by his side. One of them is still in the process of signing a paper, and I recognize it as an NDA, similar to the one I signed 3 years ago.

“Hello hello,” Mr. Bang says, his eyes roving over us all as though checking for injuries. He turns to Dr. Kim. “Everything went well?”

She nods. “Yes, everybody is doing just fine. Are we all set in here? I’ve got a few things to go over with everybody.”

Mr. Bang gives us the ok to take our seat, and Namjoon leads me to the front. Before we can take our seat, however, Dr. Kim stops us.

“I think it might be best if we have the girls sit on this side and the boys take the opposite side of the table.” I notice her smirking at Taehyung, who has yet to relinquish his hold on Ichika. “It will help everybody to focus better if they’re given some...space.”

Namjoon is quick to slip into leader mode, taking the initiative and settling down in the seat opposite me. I shake off the feeling of disappointment, content to just be seated in the same room as him.

Himari takes her seat beside me, Hoseok making sure he’s across from her. They grin at each other like school children from across the table.

“All settled? Great. Let’s get started. First off, you all did wonderful. There were no major hiccups in the bonding process, and despite all your nerves, it’s paid off. So take a moment to breathe, the worst is over.”

Hoseok takes her advice literally, sighing loudly and collapsing against the back of his chair. Himari giggles at the action, rolling her eyes.

“Now, I know that you’ve all been comparing times.” Seohyun uses this opportunity to glare at Minsuh, who appears to have gained back some energy and sticks her tongue out at her. “We’ll take some time to explain what we can learn from this, however we will leave up to each pair to learn through their own experiences together how to best mold their relationships.” Everybody in the room blushes at the implication of Dr. Kim’s words.

Behind her, Dr. Choi takes up a marker and begins writing on the white board. I wish that I had my notebook on me right now. Or my phone, which I just realize I left in the recovery room.

4:00 or less: Eros, Ludus

5:00: Eros, Pragma

6:00 or more: Pragma, Eros, Ludus

I stare at the board in confusion, my mind whirring as I try to translate the unfamiliar words. I can tell that Himari and Ichika are trying to do the same thing. There’s only one that I think I recognize, but I may be wrong.

Namjoon speaks up, his brow furrowed and I can practically see the thoughts bouncing around his head.

“Aren’t these types of love?” He asks.

Dr. Kim looks at him appraisingly, and I shrug off the defensiveness that rises in me. “Yes, exactly. Do you know what each one means? In total there are eight, however these three are typically reserved for significant others.”

Namjoon looks across the table at me as though waiting for me to help him. I merely shrug.

“If you can translate them, maybe I could help. But we’re not going to be much help to you, sorry.” I gesture to the three of us foreigners, and everybody hums in acknowledgment.

“Oh,” Namjoon says sheepishly. “Right. I’m not sure I know what these translate to. Sorry.” He returns his attention to Dr. Kim. “I think that eros has something to do with more...romantic love, doesn’t it? The other two I’m unsure of.”

She nods, looking around the room for any other answers. She continues on when nobody offers up an answer.

“Eros does have to do with romantic love. Ludus is playful or flirtatious love, and pragma is enduring love.” My eyes drift back over to the white board. “First off, it’s important for you to know that each of you have and will have to develop all three of these types of love. However, the amount of time you took while bonding does say a lot about the kind of role each type will have in your lives.”

Yoongi speaks up, his eyes firmly on the board even as I’m sure he can feel Seohyun’s gaze. “So does this mean that for those of us who took less than 4 minutes, eros and...ludus will be more prominent?”

“In a way. If I may use you as an example?” Yoongi nods hesitantly, biting his lips nervously. I can see Seohyun fighting against the urge to coo over him. “You and Seohyun had a very intense bonding, which can be attributed to the prominence of eros there will be in your future.” Oh, now Yoongi’s definitely nervous. He looks like he might just take his chances and make a run for it. “However, it was quick. This tells us a couple of things. One, that you feel things on a deep emotional level, and can process those feelings quickly. Ludus on it’s own can reflect infidelity or not taking things seriously,” everybody stiffens at the mention of infidelity, “however when it’s paired with eros it can lead to a deep and meaningful relationship, without missing out on all the fun.”

I sneak a look at Seohyun down the table only to see her barely holding herself together. A gigantic smile is threatening to break through any second now.

“Typically we see that these kinds of couples need to set plenty of time aside to simply be together. So this goes for…” Dr. Kim looks off of Dr. Choi’s clipboard for a second. “Not just Yoongi and Seohyun, but also Taehyung and Ichika, and Jungkook and Minsuh.” Each couple straightens up, listening carefully. “The presence of ludus is an indicator that each couple needs to work on being open with each other. Some of you may be rather closed off,” the boys share a knowing look, “however you will need to work carefully to be open and enjoy your time together. Does that make sense?” A quick nod from around the room.

“I’m surprised jhope doesn’t have this...ludus thing,” Taehyung says. “Isn’t he playful?”

Dr. Choi jumps in. “Yes, and that brings us to the next category.” I feel like I’m on a gameshow. “Those right around the five minute mark are focused on eros and pragma. This isn’t to say that ludus isn’t a factor, however if you look at these couples it’s something that they may already have and don’t need to focus on so much. Instead, they need to focus on longevity. Working together and spending quality time are crucial here.”

I can almost feel the invisible trickle of sweat going down the back of my neck as everybody talks amongst themselves. What is our time supposed to mean then?

“Did you hear that Taehyungie? We’re already fun enough.” Jimin teases, earning himself an elbow to the ribs.

Dr. Kim is quick to correct him. “That’s not exactly what that means. It simply means that those who need to focus on a healthy balance between ludus and eros need to realize that they aren’t a burden to their significant other. You’ll each receive a packet with more information on the soulmate bond later today, we encourage you all to study it together with your partner and separately.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and I take the moment of silence to jump in with the next question. “So...what does this mean for us?” I gesture between Namjoon and I. “Do we just have to work on everything?”

Kyung-soon leans in front of Himari, gripping my hand in hers. “Yes, darling. Long story short, you two are a complete mess.”

I snort out a laugh, and I notice Jin’s look of pleased shock at his soulmate’s behavior. I already know that these two are going to wreak havoc together.

“Pragma is enduring love, which essentially means: practice, practice, practice.” My eyes grow wide. Will we struggle loving each other? I can’t imagine having an issue falling in love with the man across the table from me. Dr. Kim sees my look of fear. “Not to worry, these relationships tend to be very successful and fulfilling. Hence the prominence of the three types.” I ease back a bit, still not convinced.

Dr. Choi picks up where Dr. Kim left off. “I’m sure that during your bonding the two of you felt a myriad of emotions, correct? Some were positive, and maybe there were a few negative or sad ones as well.” Namjoon visibly winces across the table as he remembers the pang of sadness. I can still feel it like an electric shock, but with it comes the memory of Namjoon holding me tight, and the calming feeling after.

Everybody looks a little concerned as they stare at us, but I keep my eyes on Dr. Choi. Apparently they didn’t have the same experience.

“Do you remember, when you felt those...unhappy emotions, what was it that helped you through it?”

I’m not sure if it’s a rhetorical question or not, but Namjoon mumbles out an answer almost as though he’s thinking out loud. “Ah, Beth.”

Dr. Choi nods vigorously, apparently Namjoon is onto something. “Go on, Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s head shoots up as he realizes with a start that he was indeed thinking out loud. “What? Oh, oh. Well,” he fidgets around in his seat uncomfortably, not daring to look up at me. I, on the other hand, can’t look away from him. “When I felt the sadness Beth must have realized it, and she...um...shejusthuggedmetighter and I felt better.”

My eyes go wide while the poor boy is nearly the same shade of a tomato, his eyes glued to his lap. “I did?”

Namjoon only nods, his eyes flicking up to mine and back down so quickly that I almost miss it.

“No, you did.” I say. “You did and then a second later I felt really calm and-and happy.” I mumble out the last part, Namjoon’s embarrassment transferring to me. I await the laughter of everybody else in the room, but it’s deathly quiet. I wonder if the boys have rarely seen Namjoon in such a state.

“You’re both right,” Dr. Choi interjects. “Which is what I’m trying to tell you: the two of you have to rely on each other. This kind of bond reflects the amazing love, support, and joy that the two of you can have, however you must rely on each other. And I know that’s scary,” Dr. Choi raises his hands up in innocence when both Namjoon and I turn to look at him. “You’re both independent people, perfectly capable of handling life on your own. However, just because you can doesn’t mean you should. So, like Dr. Kim said: practice. Pragma is all about working together. Think you can do it?”

He shoots the question at us, and I want to shout out a yes. Yes, of course we can. But my eyes drift back over to Namjoon, silently asking him the same question. Do you think we can do this?

Namjoon’s eyes are filled with a determination that I envy. I realize that I shouldn’t be surprised, this man can do anything he sets his mind to. So really, it’s not a question of if we can, but if we want to. If we want this.

If we want us.

And I do. Without speaking a single word, I try my best to relay that information over the table through the bond that if I focus hard enough I can still feel pulling us together. Namjoon looks into my eyes a moment longer, and I can see the moment it clicks. Message received. Now it’s up to him. I won’t stand in his way. Despite these 3 years of wanting, loneliness, and dream-filled days, I won’t stand in his way. But if he wants, I will stand beside him.

Namjoon gives a slight nod, and turns back to Dr. Choi. “Absolutely.”

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[cheswirls]

[ i rly wanted to write smth for them that was short n quick n then i thought ‘oh bt what abt this small supporting cast’ and then it grew a lil but its still a short oneshot tho longer than intended.. anyway, heres kurosemi. no knowledge of to aru is necessary for comprehension. ]

“this plant smells good.”

semi knows exactly what plant kuroo is referring to, because it’s the only semblance of one in the quad. “what? that plant is fake.”

“oh?” kuroo pauses, bending down to sniff again, semi doesn’t know. “did you spray it with something or . . ?”

he stops writing when his hand jerks, a stray line of red ink stretching two centimeters farther than it should. his head snaps up away from the offending mistake so he can direct his anger in a glare at his research par- affiliate. “stop joking around!”

kuroo’s expression properly adjusts. the slant on his eyebrows is heavy -they’ve become so straight it would be possible to balance small objects on them. semi’s not entirely sure where the analogy comes from, or why he thinks it’s appropriate to the situation, but he doesn’t bother to take it back, even if he’s the only one hearing it.

anyway. kuroo deadpans. complete with a deep frown. he reaches a hand up to pluck one of the daisy’s petals, and it comes off easy, much to semi’s utter shock. “this,” he says, with as little inflection as possible, “is not plastic.”

•

semi devolves into panic, but it’s the first time kuroo has seen the plant, so a bit of explanation is necessary to garner any sympathy. unable to concentrate on anything else, semi moves the thick notebook he’s been scribbling in for the better part of an hour until it falls on the floor, half-buries his face into his ink-stained hands, and starts rambling just loudly and just coherently enough for kuroo to understand.

semi is a workaholic. his one-track mind is on his research. he can’t take care of anything but himself, and barely manages that at times. he’d acquired the house plant as a gag gift, because he couldn’t kill something that was fake. and, true to form, he’d had the daisies for five months without lifting a finger to their care.

five months.

but they were alive.

they were alive in perfect condition.

understandably, after hearing all this, he garners kuroo’s sympathy.

kuroo panics.

•

kuroo tetsurou is born in tokyo. academy city piques his interest, but he can’t see himself being a test subject. he works hard at school, and works hard at university, and only then does he apply for a graduate school inside the walls. purely for research. he is in no way a subject, nor does he desire to be.

semi eita is born in the northern tohoku region. academy city was constructed in the capital of the country before he was born. his interest was fleeting, but a chance encounter his third semester in undergrad changes that. he applies for a research position inside the special ward and is granted the transfer his fifth semester of undergrad. he is not interested in subjecting himself to strange drugs or practices, or in trying to raise his level at all. he’s not an esper.

and yet, somehow, he’s kept a small houseplant alive for five months with absolutely no conscious care. he thought it was fake, for crying out loud. the thing was only good for looking at, and that was only on particularly bad days.

semi eita is stressed.

•

“of course they found out,” kuroo grumbles, looking up to cast daichi a particularly scathing gaze. he reaches across the counter to wrestle the espresso from daichi’s fingers and downs the shot in one go. (the wrestling is not necessary, nor is it true; daichi had been handing him the shot to begin with; he simply took it with a minimum amount of nervous fumbling.) “i haven’t seen him all week.”

daichi retrieves the shot glass and holds on to it, reluctant to refill it. again. “won’t that hold up your research?”

“it already is,” kuroo admits. “not like it matters; not like they care. semi’s an important specimen. they’ll do what they want.”

“and what he wants?”

kuroo casts him another dull look and makes grabby-hands at the shot glass daichi has regrettably refilled. again. he passes it off.

“doesn’t matter much anymore,” kuroo mutters, chucking his shot right after. the words aren’t necessary to say aloud, and yet he does anyway, so daichi figures he must feel a particular sort of way about the whole thing.

•

“i don’t think it’s that bad,” yachi tells him, a couple weeks later. “sure, it can be intense, but it’s a lot of fun, too!” she smiles, sunny, as if contrasting kuroo’s deep-seated scowl. 

but here was the thing about yachi hitoka. she had been here the longest out of any of kuroo’s friends. she went to middle school here. she was level two. her esper powers were, to an average person, out-of-this-world impressive.

here was the thing about yachi hitoka. she’d grown up here. she was a success. she wanted it.

(kuroo thinks about semi, coming home to kuroo’s place instead of his own, eyes rimmed with red and hands shaking and teeth chattering, unable to fathom being alone in the dark and alone in his own thoughts and alone with all the shadows that could morph around him and alone to dwell in the negative emotions and painful memories and dreaded terrors of what was next, next, next-

semi, alone with the daisies to watch him from the corner.)

semi had kept a plant he thought was not real from dying, somehow. being an esper was not a dream of his. developing esper powers was not a desire. subjecting himself to what the city deemed necessary was in no way part of his plan when he showed up several years prior.

yachi hitoka started the power development curriculum at eleven.

semi eita was forced into it at twenty-four.

semi had kept a plant alive; some nights kuroo wished he had never mentioned it.

•

nine knocks come at rapid succession on his front door. kuroo knows this, climbing the stairs to said door, because only one person knocked like that these days.

also, because he had stopped near the top step to watch semi do it, surprised to see him there before kuroo himself, surprised at a lot of things and not surprised at all, all at once

semi is barefoot. today, he’s not breathing in odd intervals. his natural hair is more pronounced at the roots than the last time kuroo had seen him. he appears to be clean-shaven, unlike the last time kuroo had seen him. his eyes are wild, when he finally catches sight of kuroo behind him; his eyes fade to calm, when he finally catches sight of kuroo behind him.

he steps forward, bare feet loud on the floor, and kuroo has him wrapped in a hug before he’s even made it the rest of the way up the stairs. 

(he marvels at how, for just a brief moment, they stand at equal height)

semi never wants to talk about it. kuroo isn’t a therapist, and on some level, doesn’t think he can handle it. doesn’t think he can withstand the boy he loves breaking apart in front of him.

but sometimes semi writes. just as a release for his thoughts. to keep from having them pent up. and it helps, he tells kuroo.

sometimes kuroo reads them. sometimes, even rarer, he’ll read them all the way through.

it’s more of the same, usually. needles and strange drugs and pain pain pain that they insist will fade. electrodes and wires and brain experiments and nerve tests and practical experiments and live tests and plants and small animals and human cells and

semi collapses into kuroo and cries pathetic tears for someone suffering so much. kuroo feels helpless. all he can do is pull the boy he’s in love with close and whisper in his ear things he thinks are comforting. all he can think is that he has to be brave, for them both.

there’s not a name or classification for eita’s esper power.

eita. kuroo pauses on that thought. ah, i see.

kuroo runs his callused fingers through eita’s two-toned, choppy hair. he skims over fresh raises in the skin, tries not to tread too close to skull anymore. eita stiffens but relaxes quicker, burying his face more firmly in kuroo’s chest.

kuroo gets brave, bending close.

“eita,” he whispers. “you’re safe here. no one is taking you from me. you don’t have to grip so tight.”

eita’s grip grows slack, then tightens over the course of kuroo’s words, then releases entirely. he lifts his head, eyes huge and wet and fixed on kuroo and kuroo alone.

“eita,” kuroo says again, raising a hand to cup his face, run a thumb under dried tear tracks. 

eita bends closer, sucks in a breath, releases it against kuroo’s lips.

kuroo acquiesces.

•

“this is a dream,” semi mutters, glancing up from the results again. across the way, kuroo lifts his face from the microscope.

“this is dull.”

semi scoffs. “i meant overall. being here. doing this.” with you, he doesn’t say. “being here,” he says again.

“you’re running out of words.”

“hey.”

kuroo looks up again. semi has that look. the one that makes kuroo want to draw him close, call him ei-

“come over tonight. you haven’t seen my new place yet.”

kuroo hums, pretending to think it over. “got anything exciting?”

“no.” semi snorts. “i’m here all the time. no use in exciting. you’ll be the best thing there.”

the turn of phrase does something to kuroo’s heart that has him agreeing.

• 

kuroo has never called eita eita. 

kuroo is an only child. the one other person he’s ever addressed by their first name is daichi. semi eita is semi eita. research partner. assistant. what have you.

but it brings eita comfort, in a world of suffering, to be called such.

so kuroo calls him eita, and some days he lies and says it will all go back to normal. some days he believes himself when he says everything will be okay.

the daisies sit, unblemished. fresh. alive and well.

eita festers in kuroo’s arms.

•

semi nudges him on the way there. “actually, i have a couple decorations. housewarming things. flowers.”

“oh! that does sound interesting.”

“don’t get your hopes up. it’s all plastic.”

•

one day, eita’s esper ability gets a name:

repair.

kuroo laughs. what irony.

eita laughs, and bends close to suggest a synonym.

kuroo near chokes when he says tetsurou so easily.

[lesbian-vmin]

I would love to have an analysis on 1) vmin airport moment from feb 2019, 2) the mama rose thing from dec 2019 and them being loud in general towards the end of the year, 3) the lack of vmin vlive, 4) the mystery of vmin being clingy af to the point that tae apparently calls jimin whenever the latter's out alone but still not knowing about jimin's vacation details until they met for bon voyage 4 (??), 5) an analysis on bv4 as a whole. thankuuu in advance

Sure~ I’d love to talk about these things! 

For the airport moment, I assume you’re talking about this one: 

If not, feel free to correct me, but this is the one I’m going to be talking about right here. (all points below the cut - be ready for a long post)

Number 1 - The Airport Moment

This moment was particularly cute to me just because it’s one of those moments that seem so unnecessarily soft. If you don’t look very closely, you might not think too much about it. When I view moments like this without trying to analyze them, I just think, “aw what a cute moment.” And that’s it. I can always turn on an analytical mind, read too much into things, and seem completely delusional to anyone who might think there’s nothing going on. So let’s get to that, shall we?

First, let’s talk about that shirt. I love the colors in Taehyung’s shirt, and I mean...come on. Does that not look so good on him? Like, damn. Maybe it’s the hair, too.

Moving on. Jimin and Taehyung were just standing next to each other at the start of this moment. They weren’t even right next to each other. There was a bit of distance between them, which is possibly why Taehyung grabbed onto Jimin and pulled him closer.

The thing that really caught my attention, other than how obviously soft Taehyung was when he pulled Jimin closer and put his arm around him, was how Jimin seemed to have a very subtle reaction to it. I don’t know if he was signalling something to Taehyung or not, but it almost seems to me like he was trying to point out the fact that they had cameras on them.

After Jimin’s subtle reaction, Taehyung removes his arm from Jimin and adjusts his messenger bag on his shoulder. The response to Jimin’s reaction seems a little like Taehyung’s just trying to act normal, and like he wasn’t just gazing lovingly into his best friend’s eyes, trying to pull him closer.

This whole moment in general feels a little too personal to me. If Jimin had just let Taehyung pull him close without any reaction, I don’t think it would have looked so suspicious. The two are best friends, and they get away with pretty much everything. But (if there is anything going on in between them) I get the feeling that one of them always knows when something feels a little too intimate, and signals to the other to let them know somehow. If that’s the case, this may have been one of those moments for Jimin.

Number 2 - Mama Rose

That is this moment right here, and this is another spectacular, noteworthy moment between the two of them.

This part is especially cute to me because it’s during Mikrokosmos that they do this. The part specifically is during the lyrics of “you’ve got me” and “i’ve got you.”

Maybe it’s nothing specific, but the lyrics being at that time, and Jimin deciding to approach Taehyung with a rose is particularly cute to me. We already know that the two are there for each other through thick and thin, so this moment really feels a little more than Jimin just being cute with Taehyung for the ARMYs.

Also...can’t see Taehyung’s eyes because of his long ass hair in his face, but just the way Jimin is looking at him and smiling. And then you have Taehyung’s little smile there, which only creeps up after Jimin reveals the rose. Then Jimin can be smiling more once Taehyung starts to smile.

Even if this was partly meant as a fan service, you can see that they both clearly enjoyed that little moment. It was so soft and their reactions are so subtle but appreciative, and these are the Vmin moments that I live for.

Number 2.1 - Loud Vmin End of 2019

So Vmin were pretty loud during the end of the year, and they’ve been quite loud throughout a lot of this year, too.

I honestly think the production of “Friends,” might have something to do with it. They were probably working on it since 2019, so it would make sense. 

Vmin have been a fairly muted pair throughout the history of BTS. Their moments are often cut off camera, for some reason. They’ve talked about wanting to do a song together but never getting the chance (other than their early days 95z Graduation song). One of the most daring examples being the Christmas song that Taehyung wrote with the intention of singing with Jimin. We hear about them hanging out all the time, but it’s something that we hardly get to see. They say they are best friends, but they only let us see so much of that. So its seems to me like they want to keep certain things about their friendship private. Despite people thinking “Friends” is commercializing it

It’s possible that the company finally allowing them to sing a song together has pushed their more recent moments together. If the company took any part in concealing anything about Taehyung and Jimin’s friendship/relationship, it’s possible that they’ve decided that some things are acceptable for them to show. It’s also possible that Big Hit (not Vmin) realized that Jimin and Taehyung’s friendship is something they can capitalize on, so they stopped concealing things and stopped editing them out and allowed them to show their closeness more. Not necessarily saying that Vmin aren’t close, but that they weren’t allowed to show certain things before that they are being allowed to show now.

Number 3 - Lack of a Vmin Live

This is such a controversial topic because we always get one of them saying that they want to do a live with the other. Honestly, it’s more Jimin saying that he wants to do the live with Taehyung, but Taehyung seems rather reluctant to do the live with Jimin. This really started around the time that they stopped doing their Mandago thing that they used to do (oh how I miss those days). The Mandago live series were the cutest Vmin lives there were because they were (usually) alone in them, and you really got to see how close they were.

Ironically, around the same time that the dumpling incident happened (maybe) because I think it was around the time that Taehyung was filming Hwarang or wanting to get serious about acting, Jimin had his first Mandago live that was supposed to be without Taehyung. During the live, he stated that Taehyung didn’t want to join him. Taehyung was supposed to “stop using dialect”, so he didn’t want to do the mandago series with Jimin anymore. Despite Taehyung (on Jimin’s word) saying that he didn’t want to be in the video, he ended up crashing the party when Jin and Jungkook showed up. Jimin, being the softhearted boy that he is, eventually let Taehyung in. Although he caved and let Taehyung in the room, I really got the feeling that Jimin was irritated because Taehyung said that he didn’t want to be in the live but then showed up after Jin and Jungkook.

I got the feeling that something similar happened in the recent live with Jungkook where he and Jimin were making kimbap. There was just something off about the way Jimin reacted when Taehyung called during that live, and it got me wondering if a similar thing happened. Did Jimin invite Taehyung first? But then decided to do the live with Jungkook because Taehyung wouldn’t do it with him? Did Taehyung get the notification for the live, and decided to interrupt Jimin’s time with Jungkook? Is that why Jimin reacted the way he did when Taehyung called and didn’t really converse with him much? Was he pissed off about that? Or was it something else?

I think that Jimin genuinely wants to do a live with Taehyung, but Taehyung keeps refusing. The reason I get that feeling is because Jimin brings it up all the time. Jimin doesn’t seem like the sort to sabotage Taehyung and say that he’s refusing to do the live when he isn’t. So I think he’s genuinely refusing to do the live, and that’s somehow something that okay for Jimin to talk about without creating any riffs between him and Taehyung. He even put Taehyung on the spot by asking him during a live once to participate in a future live with him. I don’t know what that’s all about, but maybe they’ll get their live one day.

Number 4 - Clingy Vmin but no vacation details???

If you watched Bon Voyage 4, you would know that the BTS members had a personal vacation before their work vacation in which they would be filming BV4. When they were all getting ready to start the vacation on the show, they were talking about what they did during their personal one. Taehyung and Jimin reportedly didn’t speak and Taehyung didn’t seem to know many details about Jimin’s personal time.

You can look at this as either 1) they were lying, and they did talk, and Taehyung was only pretending not to know any of the details, or 2) they didn’t talk and Taehyung really didn’t know anything.

Okay, so let’s go with point number 2 because why would they lie about it? So what if they communicated and knew the details of each other’s vacations? Namjoon and Yoongi admitted to texting each other every day, so there shouldn’t be a problem if Vmin did the same, right? So we’re going to set the far fetched point number one aside for now and go with number two.

Vmin act incredibly clingy, and they claim to talk all the time on their off time. They talk about facetiming when they aren’t together, so it honestly seems like they have so much of each other. If point number 2 is true, it’s possible that this was an important break from each other. They may have intentionally not communicated just for the purpose of having time to focus on themselves. Regardless of what their relationship is - friendly or romantic - sometimes time apart is important to keep the relationship going strong. So, if they truly didn’t talk to each other during their vacation, I think that’s probably way.

After all, when they got back together, they were right back to their clingy selves, and they released the song “Friends” in which Jimin says he wants Taehyung to stay with him even when the cheers are gone.

Number 5 - Bon Voyage 4

I’m going to briefly mention BV3 because I want to compare the two different seasons together. In BV3, Taehyung didn’t join BTS right away because he had something to take care of at home. I heard that it was his grandfather passing, but I’m not sure the exact reason. Anyway, when he did join, he and Jimin were given the chance to be paired up basically every day. They were really close, and it seemed that Jimin was trying to be the support that Taehyung needed at the time.

In BV4, the case seemed a little different. Like mentioned in section number 4, they were on vacation just before filming BV4, and Vmin were on their own, personal vacations. They weren’t entirely together in this one like they were in BV3, but they still managed to be together when they found the chance. I’ve only watched BV4 one or two times, so I’ll have to rewatch it again to list every moment, but I’ll talk about the things that caught my attention and stood out enough for me to remember well enough to talk about now.

Jimin and Taehyung got to share a room/sleep together twice. The first time, Taehyung was already asleep in the camper, and Hoseok basically gave permission to Jimin for them to share the room while he and Jungkook used the bed upstairs. The second time was in the house that they stayed at, and Jimin practically made sure that one happened. As Taehyung was one place behind Jimin (or the other way around, I can’t remember for sure) in the game that they played to decide the order in which they would choose rooms, they were supposed to choose one after the other. Jimin wanted to take the bigger room, but Taehyung wanted the smaller one. Instead of arguing or taking the room he wanted, Jimin decided to go with the smaller room so that he was sharing with Taehyung. He didn’t say that’s why he chose the room, but it’s obvious and completely not delusional to acknowledge that that’s why he chose the room that wasn’t the room he wanted. Because the person he shared it with was more important than the room he got. (x)

Another moment that particularly stood out to me was the night that they were all deciding what they would do with their next day. Each of the members chose things that they wanted to do. I think Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, and Jungkook all did the same thing. Namjoon spent the day by himself and worked on music. And Taehyung wanted to go horseback riding. Jimin didn’t seem to have a particular thing in mind, but he knew that he wanted to go with Taehyung. Whatever Taehyung was doing, that’s where Jimin wanted to be. He didn’t want to ride the horse, but he went. Because it was Taehyung that he wanted to hang out with. And maybe after spending all of their vacation days apart, he just wanted to be with Taehyung again. (x)

I hope that I covered these points somewhat to your liking. Or at least covered enough of them to satisfy. Thank you for the ask!

Let’s talk about vmin!!

[jiminwreckedme]

The Beautiful Deception.

Chapter 1

| Masterlist | Trailer | Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Member - Bts OT7

Genre - Thriller, Mystery, Angst, (Smut)

Word count - 5K

Summary - When your ex-boyfriend’s wife goes missing, you are the only one who can help him find her. But in a world where everyone is a friend and everyone is a culprit, where lies are decorated with the best ornaments of facade, where everybody and nobody is right, how will you find out what happened to the woman he loves?

Without falling for him all over again?

Rating - NC17 for mature themes of the whole series.

No warnings for this chapter

15th February 2017 

As you stand outside the cafe, hand on the handle of the glass door, you’re barely able to recognize it. A place so close to your heart, a place where you made so many memories - it no longer looks the same. Not the furniture, not the things on the menu, not even what you feel as you stand at its entrance. Nothing is the same. 

You’re jerked out of both your lost thoughts and into the cafe, as the waiter, whom you didn’t see approaching the door, opens it for you from inside causing you to slightly stumble in.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry.” He apologizes embarrassed as you run your hands through your hair, pushing your fringes back to where they belong, tucked behind your ear, and walk in slowly. “I didn’t see you holding the door.”

“It’s fine, it’s my fault, I was just….It’s ok.” You brush it off, slightly smiling, finally taking a proper look at him, eyes squinting in recognition. 

You know him…..not his name though, but you remember his face really well. You’d seen him working in this cafe back in the day, since you were in high school. His hair looked just as curly but it seemed to have been colored a lighter shade of brown, his expression was just as excited, but cheeks a little rosier, a little chubbier. He’s probably doing well then. The thought makes you so happy. 

He smiles back at you, holding his hands behind his back, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Yeah.” You nod slowly, “Quite a while.” 

“What brings you here again all of a sudden?” He raises his eyebrows and then shakes his head furiously, muttering. “You’re here for coffee of course, what a stupid question.”

Coffee. Sure, that’s what you were here for. 

“Yeah I’ll take a-” 

“Cappuccino? The usual order yeah?”

“Yeah,” You smile, frowning curiously, “You….How do you still remember?”

“It hasn’t even been that long since you were here.” He laughs as he fishes out a notebook from the front pocket of his apron and the pencil from behind his ear. “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll get it for you.”

And with that he walks away leaving you with a sad smile as you slowly walk into the cafe. ‘Hasn’t been that long since you were here?’ Is that how fast the world was moving? It had been 3 years, 3 years since you last came here and he spoke to you like he saw you just a few months back. Were you the only one stuck in the past?

“The usual cappuccino for you?” 

You turn around to see the same boy bowing to a lady who seems to have just walked in. 

“No, the usual Americano for me.” She replies, taking her extra huge sunglasses off slowly, smiling a little. 

“Ah yes yes,” The waiter rubs the back of his head, turning red. “To go yeah?” 

As she nods and the waiter rushes away sheepishly smiling at you, you let out a small laugh. So your cappuccino was just a lucky guess. Of course, that made sense, why would someone remember something about someone 3 years later? Except you, you remember everything. 

You ignore the throbbing pain starting in your head and look around. The cafe looked quite packed, never before had you seen so much crowd here. That’s one of the things you’ve always liked about this place. It was always quiet, empty, barely inhabited. Maybe 3 years ago, standing in the cafe crowded like this would have been hard for you. But you’re not the same person anymore. Nothing is ever the same after walking through fire. It molds to fit into something new all the time. So had you. 

Yet you still choose to walk past all the tables and go to the one all the way at the back, in the corner of the cafe, far from the crowd. As you sit, you run your hands across the ridged surface of the bare round wooden table. The last time you were here, they were all square with a red and white checked table cloth, glass tops above with the menu under. The slowly turning ceiling fans above were also gone, but it was cool even on such a sunny day. Probably central air conditioning. The baristas had a change of uniform as well - they no longer wore those lemon yellow ones, now it was shades of black and grey. A pity, you really liked that soft color, there was something pleasant about it. The tiles had changed, the windows seemed different too but you couldn’t really tell since they were hidden behind the blinds and the paintings on the walls were replaced with plants that creeped from the floor till the high ceiling. 

The only thing that didn’t change was the jukebox all the way on the other side of the cafe, that looked somehow out of place in the current setting but you like it there. There’s at least something that you recognize and that makes you feel a little warm, a little at home. Taking out your phone you quickly click a picture, capturing the one thing here that was a symbol of your past. 

“I’d advise you not to do that.” Your waiter puts your cup of coffee down on the table before he points at the sign on the wall. 

No Photography.

“Oh,” You put down your phone quickly looking around, “I didn’t know, it wasn’t there before-”

“That’s alright, it was put up recently. It took a while for me to get used to as well. As long as you don’t use flash and are not obvious it shouldn't be a problem.” He winks at you. 

You softly laugh before squinting at the sign curiously. “Although, what kind of cafe doesn’t allow photography?”

“There was a big problem here a few months ago. Some legal issues.” He sighs. “A woman claimed her stalker kept taking photos of her here or something, I’m not really sure, but basically the new boss didn’t want any legal trouble so he just put up a sign. And those cameras.” He points at something right above you. You look up to see the round black mold with it’s tiny red light sitting there, looking at everything. 

“This place has changed a lot hasn’t it?” You slowly blow the steam off your coffee and take a sip. 

“Everything changes with time doesn’t it?”

It does, it really does. There were 3 things for which you always chose to come here - the coffee, the music, and the smile of someone who cared for you. The coffee tasted the same but it wasn’t as comforting anymore. The music sounded the same but it wasn’t comforting either. Would his smile at least be comforting after so many years? Would he even smile seeing you? 

“Let me know if you need anything.” 

You nod, “Thanks….uh....?”

“Myung.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “I remember everything about you Y/n, how can you forget so soon?”

You can feel your ears getting red from embarrassment.  “I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s fine, it’s alright.” He shakes his hand laughing and starts walking backward, “Call me if you need anything.”

You nod, sipping on your coffee again, turning to look out of the window, into the city. 

How did you find yourself here after so many years? Rather why? 

10th February 2017 

“Congratulations, you two!” 

“Look at them, they look meant to be!”

“Imagine how the kids are going to turn out, absolutely beautiful!”

You can feel the pink rise in your cheeks as you and the man whose hand you hold, make your way from the car towards the hall, the crowd parting as you did, tabloid photographers capturing photos from all sorts of different angles, flashes going off everywhere, people’s comments getting louder and more excited. Stopping right before the large oak doors, the both of you turn to face the crowd, his arm around your shoulder, yours around his waist as you waved, smiling at the squealing crowd. He turns to you, looking down at you a little despite you wearing heels to try and match his height, “Shall we?”

You nod and he holds out his hand, making you smile and put your hand in his as he opens the door to a much smaller crowd but it erupts into much louder cheers. You look around beaming at the people closest to you - your family, friends, colleagues - just the people you wanted to celebrate this occasion with you. 

The moment you take a few steps in, people rush towards you, congratulating you, taking your hand to see the ring, teasing you endlessly making you turn from pink to absolute red. 

“Look at this stone.” Your grandmother gently holds your hand, a fond look on her face. “How could you let us know about this so late? There’s just 4 days left for the wedding!”

“Because it took her years to say yes.” Your fiance appears from behind laughing a little, “I didn’t want to delay the wedding any longer.”

Your grandmother places her hand on your cheek slightly tearing up, “It doesn’t matter if she took months or years to say that, as long as she’s happy when she says it.” You turn your head slightly, kissing her hand softly. “May you always be with the one who makes the happiest person in the world, my child.”

Your smile falters a little but you hide it, forcing yourself to smile wider and nod. 

And then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, the band starts playing and your uncle rushes to grab your aunt and start dancing to the music. You hear laughs ring across the hall at the sight of the lady in their long embroided evening gown and the man in his white suit shaking to 90s Jazz tunes and grabbing more people to join them in the center. Resisting your efforts, you are also pushed into the circle in the middle and laughing, you dance along, momentarily forgetting the forceful smile that you had adorned for quite some time now. It’s only when you stop to catch your breath that you realize how tired you are. Breaking apart from the crowd you proceed to grab a glass of water from the buffet table which held the dishes you had spent the last few weeks very carefully selecting. 

“Your phone has been ringing.”

You turn to see your sister standing behind you, her left hand extended out to hand you your phone, while her eyes were busy on her own phone as she flipped through the pictures of the party that she was clicking. 

“Who is it?” 

You grab a neatly iced cupcake on the tray nearby, devouring it hungrily, as your sister replies, still not looking up. “Don’t know, didn’t pick it up, but it’s not a local call, it’s some different country code.”

You frown confused, stuffing a piece of chocolate into your mouth. “Who would call me from outside London? Literally our whole family is here-”

You turn around at the sound of your ringtone. 

Your sister quickly takes a look at the screen. “It’s the same number.” 

Watching you wipe your hands with a tissue, she impatiently leaves the phone on the table next to you and disappears into the crowd. Sighing, you walk closer and look over at the screen flashing the number, and suddenly the world stops. 

You can’t hear the music, everything around seems to be moving much slower, getting more blur by the minute. 

That number. 

You know that number. Even after so many years you recognized it. 

Hands shaking you pick up your phone, simply staring at the number flashing on your screen. You can’t bring yourself to lift it. You can’t bring yourself to cut it. You are unable to do anything. To move, to think, to act. You just couldn’t.

“Where are you lost? I’ve been calling out to you for so long.” 

You turn around and see your fiance walking up to you, face bright from all the laughter and dance. “Put this aside Y/n, let’s go!”

He takes the now silent phone from your hand leaving it on the table and playfully drags you back into the celebration, to become a part of all those joyful faces before you. But you can’t. 

You can only find yourself turning around and watching your phone carefully as it’s screen lights up once more with a call as though that’s the only thing in the world that matters to you.

11th February 2017

It’s almost close to an hour now. 

You are standing under the shower as it releases thousands of lukewarm drops, darkening your hair, trickling down your back. The water gets warmer and warmer as it courses down your body, down the curves, tracing your shape as it rolled down. 

It’s been 3 years. Three years since you last saw him. Why now? Why did he have to reach out now, after so many years? When you had finally forgotten him, put everything behind you and thought you moved on, just why? 

Suddenly the water turns ice cold and your eyes fly open. He wasn't in trouble for anything was he? He was okay right? 

You swallow on nothing in panic, simply staring at the tiled wall before you. You’re blinking multiple times and there’s a hundred different thoughts running through your head. You hurriedly switch off the faucet, barely wrapping yourself in your bathrobe, still dripping wet as you rush out of the bathroom into your room, grabbing your phone from the dresser. 

You should call him. Why though? Why did you have to call him? 

But your fingers as though by habit had already typed out his number. Even after so many years, you remembered everything about him so well. 

You stare at the screen, a finger hovering over the call button. He didn't deserve it. Even if he was in trouble he didn't deserve it, did he? After all you went through, he couldn't possibly think it was alright to ask you for help? 

You clear the number off the screen, shaking your head, determined. You are not going to think about this anymore.

But despite everything he had called you then….it could mean he had no other choice? Did he call you because he was desperate and you are his last option?

You run a hand through your wet hair frustrated, your breaths getting faster, deeper. Before you even consciously knew what you were doing, your fingers shaking, had dialed out his number and called him.

And the phone rings. 

It rings and rings and rings and you stand, heart beating faster by the second, eyes shifting nervously, cold drops trailing down your neck and it rings and rings and rings…

….only to end in a high pitched beep, followed by an uncomfortable deafening silence. 

After a soft sigh leaves you when you finally breathe out, the sound of dripping water is the only thing you hear in your room as you stand unmoving till the sun sets. 

12th February 2017 

You absentmindedly kick the stone out of the way as you make your way down the garden of your backyard. The gardener gives you a small bow as you pass by him but you didn’t even see him. As he continues pruning the bush a little confused, you walk down even more confused. You run your fingers on the unlit screen of your phone, clutching it hard. 

Why did he call you? And if he wanted to talk to you, why didn’t he pick your call? 

You attempt to kick another stone out of your way, a little too carelessly this time and end up tripping over it but luckily into the arms of the man you didn’t even know was behind you, trailing the path you took all this while. 

“Careful.” You straighten yourself as he holds you tighter. “Where are you lost?” 

You turn to face him. There’s a small smile dancing on his lips, but you can see concern shining in his eyes. Wrapping your arms around his waist you rest your head on his shoulder, looking over it. “Are you ok?” He holds you gently, as you feel your heart racing in your rib cage against his chest. 

“Hold me for a while, please.” 

And he does, softly caressing your hair, placing a soft kiss on the skin of your shoulder. You watch the sun setting over his shoulder, spraying colors all across the sky. It was such a beautiful moment but you are not even a little at peace. Your heart is not slowing down, your mind is not at rest, you are not even a little calm by being in the arms of this man, why? 

You feel your phone vibrate in your hands and bring it up to your eye level behind him and squint a little at the screen. 

A voice message. From the same number. 

And suddenly there’s a sinking, turning feeling in your stomach and you feel something rise at the back of your throat. Was it fear or disgust or something else? You didn’t know, you simply pushed yourself out of the embrace you were locked in with a strong jerk, staggering to the edge of the sidewalk, bend over the bushes and throw up. As you proceed into a coughing fit, your companion grabs you by the shoulder, helping you stand upright, rubbing your back, worried.

“I’ll get you some water.” He makes you sit on the bench a few feet away, waiting till you finally manage to stop staring at gravel by your feet and look up at his concerned face and nod softly. As he rushes away, leaving you by yourself, you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, wincing at the acidic taste in your mouth. What was that? 

As you sit grasping the edge of the bench, the thumping feeling in your chest is getting softer and softer and your breaths slow down and get more regular and all the millions of thoughts racing through your head become just one thought. 

You glance over at the phone beside you and hesitatingly hover your finger over it for a whole minute before touching it softly allowing the screen to light up. 

The notification sits on the top of the screen, waiting for you, but you clench your fist tightly. You don’t want to open it.

13th February 2017 

You look at the woman before you. Her face is blank as a canvas. 

There's no smile, no tears, no expression, nothing - if one saw her face, they would have no idea what she's thinking, what she's feeling. But not you. You know exactly what. 

She's hurting. The parts of her that broke years ago, the parts that she swept up and dumped aside are all pricking her once more. But somewhere deep down, there’s a warm feeling as well, that maybe she would finally get the chance to heal, maybe finally get the explanation that she deserved so she can fix her broken heart and put it in the hands of someone else without the fear of it shattering this time. 

But as soon as the warmth rises in her, a cold shiver over runs it. What if that doesn't happen? What if instead she breaks even more? What if she ruins everything that she managed to put together over the last few years? 

There is a ring shining on the finger of her left hand, there's a man who loves her, there's a future ahead of her that's waiting to finally put a smile to that blank face, what if she ruins everything? 

You look down at your hands resting on your lap, your phone nested between them. His voice softly plays though the everlasting silence of your room. 

“Y/n, I…..I need your help, please Y/n I cannot trust or ask anyone but you, please help me, come back Y/n…..please”

You tilt your neck up, blinking hurriedly at the ceiling, refusing to let your eyes react to his voice and the desperation in it. But  when you look at the woman ahead of you, it's not a blank canvas anymore - there's a tear drop streaming down her face. She had decided. The woman in the mirror had decided. 

And within 10 minutes, the room looks different from what it was before. Your wardrobe had lost a significant number of clothes, all casual ones, clothes to wear in the season of spring. Your phone, your charger, your wallet, all your essentials, they were all no longer in their original place. The shoes that you always wore for travelling just left a dusty mark behind and the seat on which you were sitting in front of the dressing table now has a depression in it, a result of your unmoving posture for hours together. And there's a piece of paper fluttering beneath a beautiful diamond reflecting light all across the room and on the handwritten message scribbled beneath it. 

“I'm sorry.

You are the only who deserves an explanation from me, but what can I explain when I don't understand myself. 

I don't know what I am doing. I don't know if this is right or wrong. I don't know what will be the result of it. But I know that for the first time in very long, I am listening to my heart. Every time I did that before, I ended up hurting but I figured, how could I possibly be more hurt, how can anything break me more? 

So I want to take my chances. As an heiress I've always been trained to conceal the storm inside me and show the world a smiling face. But it's killing me on the inside, I don't want to live like that anymore. So I'm going. I'm taking my chances and going to finally clear away that which is inside me. 

I don't know what to say but thank you, you were there for me, guiding me through a darkness that I never thought I could get out of and you will be there tomorrow waiting for me to walk down the aisle. 

But I'm sorry, I'm sorry to leave you like this. I can only hope to return as a woman who will genuinely smile at you at the altar, who will wear this ring without feeling it's weight as a burden, who will leave behind that darkness and be with you in the light.

I’m sorry.” 

And as you and the woman in the mirror set off to make things right again, already miles away from your house heading to your destination, the man you are to wed tomorrow clutches the ring tightly in his hand, his tears slightly staining the paper. 

He looks into the mirror before him with a sad smile on his face. 

“I will wait for you Y/n. Always have and always will.”

14th February 2017 

You stand in the balcony, arms resting on the railing, leaning out to take a deep breath of the air around you with your eyes shut. 

You missed this city. It had been years but still it had its way of comforting you. Even when you watched it unblinking, through the cab window on the way to the hotel, and didn’t recognize it one bit, it provided solace. The streets were different, there were new high rise buildings, there were a bunch of cafes and chicken shops you had never seen before, there were suddenly so many big LED screens flashing ads of actors and bands. Nothing about the city was the same except the peace it made you feel. 

You fish your phone out of your pocket and click a picture of the sky. It had been years since you were under it, you wanted a picture, a memory that gave you some happiness. Other memories in this city gave you so much pain. 

You walk back into your room and fall backwards into the softness of your bed. As your hair fans out around behind you, you stare at the false ceiling and its delicate designs, fingers tapping on the phone in your hands. You were here. After almost 11 hours of flying,  you were here in Seoul for almost 16 hours now. And all 16 hours you were only in your room. 

Sometimes you’d walk to your suitcase to unpack it and start taking out clothes. Then you’d think. You had no idea why he called you here. You had no idea how long you needed to stay here. Moreover, you didn’t want to stay for long, so why should you unpack? And then you would proceed to place all your clothes back in the suitcase and sit down and think. You had to meet him first to know how long you were going to need to stay. You needed to contact him first for that, let him know you are here. And so then you would reach for your phone. And suddenly your mind would scream something else at you. 

What were you doing? You really had no idea what you were doing. You had no idea if you wanted to meet him or not. Your hands shake at the thought of seeing him again. Your head hurts every time you hear his voice message pleading for help. You want to throw up every time you think about how you left everything behind and ran to this man over a simple voice message. You immediately take your suitcase and things, wear your shoes and rush to the door only to stop pushing the handle down half way.

But you had already done the damage. You left the note for your fiance, you left your house a day before your wedding, you had left the city and flew to another. You had done so much damage already.You were so close to what you had come for, you might as well get it. Get that explanation you wanted - the true reason you came here. Find out why after so many years he remembered you again and why he didn’t even think of you once all this while. And so then you walk back into your room and leave your suitcase where it was again only to think about unpacking it a few minutes later and repeat the cycle of events. You had done the same thing about six times now. Unpacking, packing, trying to leave and then coming back. 

Your head is blasting with pain, you need to come to a decision fast. 

Getting up, you grab the bottle of water and the strip of medicines in the side pocket of your handbag and pop a pill in your mouth. Taking a deep breath you sit down on the sofa across the bed and get a hold of yourself.  Just do it Y/n, get it done. That’s for the best of everyone. You unlock your phone, type a few words and hit send without thinking too much and toss the phone onto the bed before you. You sink back into the softness of the couch and close your eyes refusing to let yourself think so much about it. 

Within seconds, you hear a soft ding and your eyes fly open to see the screen of your phone light up. He replied. This was it. This was the beginning of everything getting better. Right?

Before you can bring yourself to gain the energy to get up and go see, the soft throbbing in your head forces you to shut your eyes and lulls you into a deep slumber as you remember the first thing you had said to him in 3 years. 

“I’m here.”

15th February 2017 - Present day 

10 am, usual place. That was all he said in reply. 

He didn’t mention when, you knew it was the next day. He didn’t mention where, you knew it was this cafe. Even after so many years, like always, he barely spoke and yet you understood. 

You wince at the sudden sunlight falling on the profile of your face and turn slightly to see someone raising the blinds. It’s so pretty, the way the light streams in, illuminating everything in its path yet you couldn’t see a thing. All that's visible are the silhouettes of the people scattered across the cafe. You can hear them laughing, you can hear them talking, yet you couldn’t see their faces. It’s so strange, kind of like you were there, you were watching everything but you also weren’t - no one so much as even looked at you, you were just as invisible to them as they were to you. It’s a fascinating sight, and entirely forgetting what the waiter said earlier about not taking photos, you snap a picture with your phone before quickly bringing it down and hiding it between your thighs, eyes widening as the realization washes over.

Slightly muttering a bunch of words describing your absentmindedness, you slowly bring out the phone and look down at it, staring at the picture, fascinated by how your eyes could barely see the details of the sight before you but your camera had managed to capture it. 

And you’re so immersed in that tiny device in your hand, you don’t hear the soft ding of the door when it knocks against the bell hanging above as it opens, or the footsteps getting progressively louder as someone walks towards you. You don’t notice till a shadow casts over you, blocking that soft sunlight and you look up to see the already obscured face covered by a cap. And as you swallow a strange unknown fear, every cell in your body recognizes him before his voice leaves him as a whisper.

“Y/n.” 

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“Yoongi.”