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[itaeewon]

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[magicshopaholic]

WIP Tag Game 🔏

Tagged by: @sugarwithtea and @casuallyimagining

Rules

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are.

Let people send you an ask with any titles that most intrigue them

Post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Tag as many people as you have WIPs (you create your own post or reblog this one)

WIPs

Disclaimer: Since this exercise involves many a spoiler, I’ll be brief in my descriptions. This is more or less my schedule for the next few months:

The Boyfriend (Namjoon x Kaya): Kaya uses the boyfriend card in a sticky situation.

Other People (Seokjin x Nari): Nari invites Seokjin to a charity event.

Getting Ahead (Jimin x Sooah): Sooah reflects on her relationship and wonders if history is repeating itself.

Trials and Temptations (Taehyung x Dilara): Dilara and Taehyung see each other for the first time in a week.

A Simple Request (Taehyung x Dilara): Two years later at Suzuka, Dilara once again ponders her future with Kim Taehyung.

New Year’s Eve (OT7): The members of BTS celebrate New Year’s Eve in Seoul, with several guests in attendance. One person leaves early, one person sees someone they didn’t expect, one person gets set up on a date, and at least two people realise they’ve been in denial.

Kiss and Tell (Hoseok x Chaeyoung): Hoseok discovers something unexpected in Chaeyoung’s past.

Unpacking: Hoseok helps Chaeyoung move into her new apartment. Jimin runs out of excuses.

Tagging

(No pressure; you absolutely do not have to participate)

@daechwitatamic @oddinary4bts @m-yg93 @btsmosphere @written-in-flowers @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles @sahmfanficbts @matchy6812

[moccahobi]

Ohhhhhhhh! What a first meeting!

I love the description of the cafe. A dark academia cafe sounds suuuuuuper fun to do work in!!!

I also like how we quickly get some really interesting info about both Namjoon and the mc with their coffee drinks! Not that you can entirely know a person from a drink but it seems like the mc relies on caffeine (I feel that... but it also makes me soooooo jittery) and Namjoon relies more on sugar.

AND THE SWAPPING OF COFFEE???? 😭😭😭 I'D NEVER! given I have an infectious disease so unless people are chill with possibly getting that, it's for the best

A coffee date later sounds so cuteeeeee! I can't wait to keep reading!

Caramel

Kim Namjoon x fem!reader

Summary: Namjoon likes his coffee a particular way. Unfortunately, his order gets swapped with a stranger's when he's running late for a meeting. Word Count: 1,119 Notes: Thanks to @taegularities for beta-ing this for me! And many thanks to @missgeniality for the beautiful banner!

This fic is a part of @bangtanwritingbingo's spring bingo event and fills the square meet cute.

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

It was early. Who in their right mind would schedule a meeting so early? Clearly someone who didn’t care about the wellbeing of the other people involved with the process. Which made sense, seeing as in 30 minutes, he was due to have a call with a music producer in America. Something about making better connections in the Western music industry.

Namjoon just wanted to go back to sleep. Or, at least, hide away in his studio and work on the newest track he couldn’t stop thinking about.

He hummed to himself as he pushed into the little coffee shop a few blocks away from the Hybe building. It was packed–normal, he presumed, for so early in the morning–and Namjoon was immediately glad that he had placed a mobile order.

The coffee shop itself was cozy–he and Yoongi had come here plenty of times in the afternoons when they’d needed a break from the studio but still wanted to work. The art on the walls were prints of renaissance paintings–Namjoon could name them all if he had the time–and the wood of the tables and counter were dark mahogany. A dark academia dream hidden right in the middle of Yongsan.

After a moment of waiting, Namjoon was finally able to take a step in the door, sliding along the wall until he was able to reach the small mobile order corner of the counter. Empty. Namjoon sighed, though he wasn’t at all surprised. This was busier than he’d ever seen the coffeeshop, and the baristas behind the counter looked frantic as they worked.

Accepting his fate, Namjoon stepped to the side, just out of the way enough that no one would mistake him for being in line, and he waited. A few moments passed, the light jingle of the bell on the door ringing out above the din of customers and the light jazz that played over the shop’s speakers.

Namjoon was vaguely aware of another body joining him in waiting, not close enough that he was uncomfortable, but he subtly pulled the bill of his baseball cap lower anyway. He couldn’t afford to get recognized right now. Not only would it cause hysteria in the coffeeshop, but he really had to get to his meeting.

He spared a glance at the stranger who had joined him in waiting. She wasn't even looking at him, but he could feel his heart skip a beat. There was something in the way she stood, head bent to look at her phone, bag slung over her shoulder, that gave him an odd feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, he was transported to middle school and he was falling head over heels for the cute upper class girl all over again.

His thoughts were interrupted by a cheery “Here you go! Sorry for the wait!” and the soft slosh of two plastic cups hitting the mobile order counter. Mind a little fuzzy, Namjoon mumbled a soft ‘thanks’ before reaching forward, his hand curling around the closest coffee cup to him.

Almost as soon as she had entered his thoughts, the pretty stranger was gone, replaced by the upcoming meeting as Namjoon stealthily made his way through the coffeeshop to the door. He lifted the cup to his lips as soon as he was outside.

What. The. Fuck.

This was not his coffee. Or, if it was his coffee, it certainly wasn’t what he had ordered. Namjoon wasn’t a coffee snob by any means–that title went to Yoongi-hyung–but he liked what he liked. And this was certainly not a blonde caramel macchiato with almond milk, two extra pumps of vanilla, and double caramel drizzle. This was definitely caramel, but it was significantly more bitter, like the person getting it had ordered a double shot of espresso.

Namjoon sighed and turned around. He could probably still make his meeting if he waited in the line. His hand was on the door to the coffeeshop when it burst open, the pretty stranger from before on the other side.

“You,” she said, and Namjoon could hear the venom in her voice.

“Me?” Mentally, he smacked himself. Classy, Namjoon. Real fucking classy.

“You took my coffee.” She pointed an accusing finger at the cup in his hands.

“I didn’t mean to, I just-”

“This tastes like a unicorn threw up. How can you drink this diabetic nightmare?”

“I…” Namjoon’s head cocked to the side. This was not where he thought the conversation would turn. “This is very bitter.”

Smooth.

And then she laughed, and for a moment, Namjoon thought his heart had stopped. “I just… I really rely on this,” she gestured to the cup in her hands, “to get me through the day, you know?”

Namjoon nodded furiously. “I have a meeting in 20 minutes. I was hoping not to fall asleep on my boss.”

“So you get it.” She sighed, rubbing her hand against her forehead as she thought. It was a cute habit, Namjoon thought absently. “Listen, I have to get to class. You don’t have any contagious diseases do you? No alien influenza or anything?”

“Uh… no?”

“Cool.” Gingerly, she slid the cup out of Namjoon’s hand, replacing it with the cup she had been holding. “I don’t normally swap coffee with strangers, by the way. I just… well you get it.”

Namjoon nodded. Weirdly enough, he did.

“Well, I’ll see you around, I guess. Good luck with your meeting.” She flashed him a pair of finger guns and started to walk away.

His body moved of its own accord. Or perhaps it was some sort of divine intervention. Because before he knew it, Namjoon was jogging to catch up with her.

“I uh… want to make it up to you. Stealing your coffee, I mean.” His heart was pounding, and Namjoon knew his face was probably beet red. He wasn’t normally the type to chase down pretty strangers on the street. “We could go out for coffee some time? If you want to. No pressure or anything, I just…” He wasn’t sure how he was going to finish that sentence.

“Sure.” She flashed him a small, nervous smile, and Namjoon knew he would be thinking about that image all day.

She took a pen out of her bag and wrote her number on his hand. And then, after a quiet “text me when you want to meet up,” she was gone. Namjoon stared after her, his eyes fixated on the way she wiped off the rim of her coffee before lifting it to her lips.

He set an alarm in his phone to text her as soon as his meeting was over.

[daechwitatamic]

Okay so can I flex friend privileges for a sec and say that my favorite so far is *maybe* This is a Love Song because that concept so far is just *chef’s kiss* but because SOMEONE had to go and put it on hiatus mffmhh is so good I’m actually kind of mad at you for it 😂 you’ve ruined Namjoon fics for me because soft nerdy TA Namjoon is best Namjoon

lolllllllllll nooooo justice for TIALS!!!!! I really hope I get the motivation for it again someday... i think i overwhelmed myself... maybe if i scale it back to SOME members and not all 7 i can make it happen.

soft nerdy Joon is THE best Joon and I think like you'll like vamp!tae when it comes out bc we have calm, competent academic!joon in that too and i think i'm gonna try to give him his own story arc in the background

my fave of yours is the fallen series!!! i miss them :(

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what is your fave fic of mine??

[thebtswritersclub]

Happy Birthday Courtney!

Whispers float through the chilly air. A big day is upon us. They fill the streets more than people. A big celebration is upon us. No one talks about it loudly as preparation is shrouded in a moth-riddled veil of secrecy. A lone figure returns to their home late, sighing and preparing for what was to come as they turned on their lights.

Click

Everyone jumps out!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COURTNEY!

Originally posted by lia7nne

@casuallyimagining​‘s birthday is now upon us! She’s such an amazing and hard working admin and without her, our net wouldn’t be the same. She gives us structure and helps encourage us to stay organized. Her humor and great perspective is a refreshing and needed part of our community!

Thank you for being on our team!

You are one of the most hard workireng people I have ever known and I am incredibly endlessly amazed by you. I hope the year ahead is amazing for you. All my love

~ Aditi @ditttiii​

- Dean @here4theheartbreak​

Courtney!

Happy biethday! We’ve known eachother a couple of years now and I am so excited to see the growth you’ve had as a writer and a person, and I look forward to seeing more in the next year! You’re a great friend and a great person, and I am thankful for you in my life. Have a happy birthday and an amazing upcoming 2023!

Happy birthday Courtney! May your special day be fun and easy!

- AJ @bangtanintotheroom​

Dear Courtney!

Another year has passed! Can't believe we've been on the Tumblr journey together for so long. Thank you for being so trustworthy, talented, honest and loyal. Your support in the last months has meant a lot, so thank you for listening to my vents along with the other admins and being generally such an amazing part of the team, and a good friend. Happy birthday! May it be an amazing one

- Rid x @taegularities​

Hi Courtney, 

Happy birthday, I hope you have a really good time! You are such a wonderful, helpful person and I always love bouncing ideas with you and seeing your gorgeous stories develop! Thank you for being such an active face as an admin in the net, you bring such life to our community and we all appreciate you a lot

- Ru @btsmosphere​

Happy Birthday, Courtney! Have a wonderful day and thank for you all you do for BWC! :)

- Pea @sujiunit​

Courtney! 

 Happy birthday! You're such a creative and thoughtful person. Whenever we chat, I find myself learning more and more and it's so wonderful! Your dedication to thinking things through and speaking your mind is so admirable. I'm so glad to have you on our admin team and in BWC! You make the net just a bit brighter (and just a bit better functioning). HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 

 - Lillia @moccahobi​

Hey there Courtney! 

I just wanted to say happy birthday, I hope you have an amazing day with the ones you love and care for. Remember to eat some sweets too. 

 I hope we will get to talk more in the future, both regarding writing (you are a great help whenever I have questions - even when I think they are dumb, you still answer them, so thank u  ), but also just everyday stuff -

 Anita @winterbamse​

Happy birthday Courtney!!!!! It’s been so lovely to get to know you this year and work together on our projects and I value your presence and input so much! I hope you have the happiest day and wishing you many more to come!!!

- Jo @daechwitatamic

[littlemisshyperfixation]

Yoongi Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

part 2

Series

In the Margins (a s f) by @bonvoyagenoona ⊹₊⋆ You weren’t sure what he would look like. His writing made you think of a cabin nestled among tall pines, a well-worn cardigan, a scotch neat, and a wistful wisp of smoke seeping into the air from the bowl of an unattended tobacco pipe. What stands before you now is a studio apartment in the city, cigarette butts, coffee stains, and a scowl. There’s definitely been a mistake.

Fix You (f a) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

desolate (a f s) by @angelicyoongie ⊹₊⋆ you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

One Shots

Set Me Free (a f) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to?

back-burner (a f s) by @yoonpobs ⊹₊⋆ sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

Love Language (a s f) by @gukslut ⊹₊⋆ Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.

27 Phone Numbers (f) by @bxebxee ⊹₊⋆ Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years, and you haven’t changed yours since high school. 

sweetner (f s) by @taegularities ⊹₊⋆ You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

One Chance (f) by @out-of-jams ⊹₊⋆ A musical genius, a guy with a bad reputation, your assigned partner for your final project. And the last thing you ever would have expected.

Seasons Change (a s) by @taetaesbaebaepsae ⊹₊⋆ Min Yoongi and you, through the seasons, break up and come back together. Nobody said love was easy.

All That Holly, Jolly Sh*t (a f s) by @daechwitatamic ⊹₊⋆ You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

Now We Reign (a s f) by @oddinary4bts ⊹₊⋆ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

take five (a f) by @jiminrings ⊹₊⋆ you're min yoongi's nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out - he never said anything about accepting though.

The Final - Day 02 (s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

hello soulmate (f) by @bluemari23 ⊹₊⋆ your first day on the job doesn't turn out the exact way you envisioned

Sugar Rush Ride (s) by @lo1k-diamonds ⊹₊⋆ You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.

fuck being friends (a f s) by @strawberrynamjoon ⊹₊⋆ as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

Take One (s f) by @untaemedqueen ⊹₊⋆ There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word. 

Illicit Favors (f s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

Bet On It (s) by @minisugakoobies ⊹₊⋆ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

subscribed (s f) by @aquagustd ⊹₊⋆ you find out that youtube isn’t the only site he uses to satisfy his subscribers. what do you do with that information?

[daemour]

Hehehehe i love this

Tagging : @tamburins @flurrys-creativity @sanjoongie @potatomountain @hotteoki @staytinyville @limjaeseven and whoever else

i was tagged by @starryoong, and i think this loaf completely captures my essence, lmao. if only there was an option to give them an absurd statement coat of some kind…

this:

is jadecore™️.

i’m tagging anyone who reads this and demanding that they cat-ify themselves. yes, you! say that i tagged you 😌

[marxy-06]

Favorites Fic Recs 5

Thank you to all the amazing writers <3

Kim Seokjin

Broken happy ever after (@taexual)

Of bears and bonds (@yoonia)

Switched (@i-am-baechu)

Scale (@shina913)

Kyoho (@jeonqkooks)

End of the line (@kookslastbutton)

Min Yoongi

Only for you (@beautifulfuckup99)

Fix you (@casuallyimagining)

The one that I adore (@gimmethatagustd)

Man of the year (@raplinesmoon)

Wishes (@i-am-baechu)

Set me free (@casuallyimagining)

Jung Hoseok

Flower (@readyplayerhobi)

Dinner plans cancelled (@souryoong)

Close call (@xjoonchildx)

Bloom (@7deadlysinsfics)

Kim Namjoon

My girl (@beautifulfuckup99)

Like couples do (@jinkookspencil)

Face sitting (@euphoricfilter)

B.S standards (@katnisspeetaprim)

Pregnancy insecurity (@katnisspeetaprim) NAMJOON

Park Jimin

Love Bug (@httpjeon)

Photograph (@i-am-baechu)

Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)

Into you (@phenomenalgirl9)

Kim Taehyung

Still waters run deep (@btsmosphere)

Something blue (@moni-logues)

A human touch (@snackhobi)

Let love be enough (@jingabitch)

My tears ricochet (@augustbutwinter)

Goodbye (@jjksblackgf)

Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)

That Irish barista (@i-am-baechu)

Race to your heart (@jjkeverlast)

Loverboy (@kookslastbutton)

Jeon Jungkook

Do it right (@rerefundslocals)

Gold is dull (@kookluvre) -> (hasn't been updated in awhile but def worth the read)

Best friends (@trivia-yandere)

Need you (@archivedkookie)

Across a crowded room (@monimonimoon)

A little reminder (@beautifulfuckup99)

University superstar (@jungkookstatts)

But we loved too young (@jl-micasea-fics)

Skirt chasers (@1kook)

Big enough for both of us (@btsmosphere)

Bodywork (@angeljeonjk97)

Deep in the woods (@angllicjk)

Angel in the marble (@venusjeon)

Was it better (@gyukookswhore)

97 (@rrjkive)

Lemon sherbet (@extravaguk)

The m-word (@hansolmates)

Head over skates (@mercurygguk)

Gun (@kooeater)

Café o lay (@taesspark)

Guilty pleasures (@kookslastbutton)

Purple car (@fruitmins)

Until my last breath (@iamjungkooked)

Don't want your sympathy (@sketchguk)

Couples shoot (@katnisspeetaprim)

What we need (@jungkookstatts)

Praising (@neo-percs)

Show you what devotion is (@euaphoric)

Pluto (@katnisspeetaprim)

Cherry candy (@bonny-kookoo)

OT7

Before I leave you (@hollyhomburg)

[kingofbodyrolls]

You’re so welcome! I love all your writing 🥰 I’ll have to read more from your Itc series because I really loved the Yoongi one ✨

BTS fic recs: May 2024

I truly don’t know what came over me this month, but I managed to read a lot! Yay! A lot of stories on this list are quite ‘old’ and some of the authors are on indefinite hiatus, but please, do still read their amazing stories and leave them some nice and sweet feedback! You never know if they check in from time to time, and you’ll truly make their day with a lovely comment or reblog 🥰

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | 💜 | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Bus Ride @back2bluesidex [1.2k]  // knj x f.reader // coworkers to lovers // 🥰🥵

📝 Namjoon has a massive crush on his coworker and it takes all his self control to survive a bus-ride with her.

🗨️ this was so freaking good, I really loved it ✨ I kinda wanna read more of this couple (not telling you to write more), just that I adore these two 🥰

⭐Castaways @rmnamjoons [25.5k] // knj x f.reader // s2l, slow burn, cruise!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve always hated the ocean. Open water terrifies you, and you stay as far away from it as possible for self-preservation and peace of mind. Despite this, your friend somehow convinces you to go on a luxury cruise with her, her boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseok’s nerdy friend Namjoon, who’s almost cute enough to distract you from your debilitating fears. When a sudden storm hits, however, you and Namjoon are swept overboard and find yourselves castaway on a desert island somewhere in the vast South Pacific.

🗨️ holy fucking shit— this was perfection 😭💯 A new favorite of mine, hands down. First off, the theme? Like being stranded and a castaway, so fucking good. I loved it. The whole trip, also so fun, but their banter, exceptional 👏✨ I loved how their tension build so slowly, a fantastic slow burn 🥰 I also did enjoy when the went overboard, because it made it much more realistic, and the descriptions of the event underwater was so good. Like, everything about this is so fucking amazing! And the smut, omg I’m drooling 🤤

⭐Solace @m-yg93 [13.5k] // knj x f.reader // roommates!au, s2l // 🥰🥵😂

📝 Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

🗨️ omg 💯😭 This was so fucking cute, sweet, dirty and filthy 🥵 I loved it so much!!!! I loved how Yoongi called Jin and Namjoon ‘Biceps and Shoulders’ 🤣 So hilarious! This was truly just— *chef’s kiss* 😘

⭐The Sheriff @ppersonna [6.8k] // knj x f.reader // f2l, cowboy!au // 🥰🥵😂

📝 you’ve always had a soft spot for Kim Namjoon, the local sheriff.  seems like he’s had one for you, too.

🗨️ ahhhh— the smut in this 🥵🥵🥵 Hot, hot, hot! Another new favorite! It was so good and damn, the last line of dialogue had me laughing way too much 🤣 💯

⭐Forbidden @back2bluesidex [1.8k]  // knj x f.reader // university!au, forbidden relationship // 🥵

📝 you know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

🗨️ omg 🤤 There’s just something about forbidden love, it just hits so good, and this was short and dirty— loved the dynamic between reader and Namjoon 🥵💜

Seokjin

⭐Cherry Topper @kth1 [17.6k] // ksj x f.reader // f2l, university!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Seokjin is a chaotically fun-loving guy who works long and hard hours at his successful, family owned candy store named Kim’s Sweet’s Shop, located on the corner of Cherry Lane. Being consistently busy with the labor of his work schedule and attending college to finish off his masters program, he has a very little social life and definitely does not have time for dating on this romantic, hectic holiday. But from right under his nose, one of his many admirers just so happens to be the sugar-coated treat that he’s been missing out on.

🗨️ Iiihh~ I finally got around to read this one 🥰 I love all the bickering in it, and I’m going to reference a line from the story, because I think it’s sums their relationship up so well: “He’s persistent - but you are more persistent.” 😂 I really loved it, it was cute and funny with some chocolate syrup drizzled on top 🤤🥵💯

⭐Fast Lane @yminie [20.6k] // ksj x f.reader // e2l, racer!au // 🥵😂

📝 “Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking.” Alternatively; Boy Toy racer Kim Seokjin lives to test; the laws of speed, how many women he can bag, how much money he can convince people to give him, and quite how far you can be pushed before you snap.

🗨️ yay this was so freaking good! I loved everything in it 🥰💯

⭐Off Limits [completed series] @floralseokjin [n/a] // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

🗨️ weee~ This was so good and I can’t wait to read the rest of the chapters!!! The smut was brilliant ✨💯 I’ve only read the very first chapter, but I’m already hooked!

⭐Pride & Fidget Spinners @kpopfanfictrash [18.6k] // ksj x f.reader // e2l, shoppingmall!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Seokjin has always prided himself on being the top mall kiosk salesman. His turf, the spot nearest to the fountain, is due to him being the undisputed best in the game. At least, until you arrive and throw his world into chaos.

🗨️ ohh my— perfection and so fucking hot 🥵 I loved, loved, loved all the tension and banter between Seokjin and reader. So incredible and it just made the smut so freaking amazing 😭 Yep, yep, another favorite added to the list 💖💯

⭐Christmas Warfare @gimmethatagustd [14.5k] // ksj x f.reader // exes2l // 🥵🥰😂🌩️

📝 You will win the neighborhood's "Best Christmas Decorations" contest and rub it in your ex-boyfriend's face, by any means necessary. Jin will win your heart back, even if it means surrendering his crown as King of Christmas Decorations.

🗨️ 😭😭😭 Oh my… finally got to read it and shit it is beautiful! I love all the humor, smut and the fluff too— and best friend Yoongi 🥰 Everything in this is so freaking good 💯💜

⭐Ménage à Trois @jungkookiebus [2.5k]  // myg x f.reader x female oc // fwb, threesome // 🥵🥰

📝 you have been friends with benefits with Yoongi for a while now. He asks you one night if you’d be interested in adding another partner for a one night threesome that you enthusiastically agree to. The tryst makes Yoongi realize that his feelings run a little deeper than he thought. 

🗨️ I’ve read a few threesomes now, but never fxfxm before, I’ve only read mxmxf— so this was a really refreshing read, and holy fuck it was hot 🥵 And Yoongi’s confession at the end 🥹 💜

⭐Honey: #1 & #2 [completed] @gguksgalaxy [13.1k + ] // myg x f.reader // robbers!au, criminals!au, established relationship // 🥵🌩️

📝 your boss’ partner often asks you to do things you’d consider immoral, it’s a commodity by now. However, when he orders you to bring back Honey for a particularly dangerous heist you can’t help but feel conflicted. Can you bring back your lost lover when your hands are stained with the blood of his best friend?

🗨️ this is almost breaking me— I’m crying 😭 But it’s so fucking good. Incredible. A masterpiece. I haven’t read much like this one, and the tension and drama is amazing! This is both exciting and devastating 😭 And the writing? The storytelling and world building is just so good— spot on 💯

There’s a lot of sadness, because of mourning and, and, there’s just a lot of feelings, and it’s so well written. I love how the words change depending on the scene and the character’s emotion, like at one point, it’s short, sharp and fast paced, and then in the next, it’s long, slow and lingering. Wow. Just incredible 👏 If this where a physical book, I would be flipping through the pages so fucking bad, because I’m so hooked, gotta know what happenes next 😭✨ I can’t recommend this enough, it’s so freaking good! 💜

⭐Burden @casuallyimagining [n/a]  // myg x f.reader // idol!au, established relationship // 🥰

📝 you care for Yoongi after surgery.

🗨️ Omg this was so cute and fluffy I love it 😍😭

⭐Watermelon Sugar @yoonjinkooked [23k] // myg x f.reader // s2l, romcom // 🥰🥵😂

📝 travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, though. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.

🗨️ This was so cute, and funny too! I really loved it 💯

⭐Haegeum @back2bluesidex [1.8k]  // myg x f.reader // criminals!au, dub-con // 🥵

📝 banning Yoongi from your bar has its own consequences.

🗨️ holy fucking hell— this was hot and so good 😭🥵

⭐Safety Zone @btsgotjams27 [5.3k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, s2l // 🥵

📝 when you forget to rsvp to j-hope's listening party, you take it upon yourself to make it up to him.

🗨️ I loved their slight back and forth— they were light magnets drawn together, like their tension was just so good. Beautifully written— I just loved everything 😍

⭐Crash Landing @mininky [13.4k] // jhs x f.reader // best friend’s older brother!au, university!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jung Hoseok. Notorious hot dude on campus. Excellent dancer. Bad boy. Tattoos. Your best friend’s older brother. There were a lot of reasons why he was a terrible idea. Scratch that, fucking awful life ruining idea. But hey, you’re here to win ‘dumbest idea of the century’ award apparently.

🗨️ so freaking cute and perfect— I love it 😭💖💯

⭐Best Fucking Friends @back2bluesidex [2k]  // jhs x f.reader x pjm // threesome, bf2l // 🥵

📝 guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.  

🗨️ OMG 🥵 OC’s ex is such a dumb fuck, but his loss! Thankfully she has exceptional best friends that can show her what she’s been missing. Loved it 💖

⭐Plant Boy @gukyi [11k]  // jhs x f.reader // hogwarts!au, opposites to lovers // 🥰🪄

📝 after seven years of doing it, you’d like to think you’re an expert at skipping class. stay hidden, stay quiet, and act inconspicuous. but when you accidentally draw the attention of jung hoseok while you’re camping out on the benches outside the greenhouses, you begin to realize that all it takes is a boy with sunshine at his fingertips and a particular affinity for herbology to change things.

🗨️ I’ve seen a few Hogwarts AUs out there, but this is my first time reading one— and damn, it was so cute, fluffy and sweet. I really loved it 💖

⭐The Retreat @ugh-yoongi [19.6k] // jhs x f.reader // childhood bf2l, fake dating!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where namjoon just wants Hoseok to take care of himself, but then there's a fake relationship, only one bed, a guy who doesn't talk, and maybe a weird cult.)

🗨️ I don’t know where to begin with this one— it was so fucking hilarious I was laughing so hard I was choking on my own laughter at times 🤣 The smut is light in this one— and it’s good, but it’s not really what this one is about, the best part for me was the freaking dynamic between Hoseok and Namjoon (seriously, so fucking incredible!) and then Hoseok and reader ✨ All the banter and blackmail 🤭💯 I loved everything about it, and it’s definitely a new favorites and I’m so in love with all the jokes between Namjoon and Hoseok in the beginning— that was so fucking priceless!!!! 👏 And then at the retreat too when Hoseok and reader meets everyone else 🤭💜

⭐Rainy Night @swanlakebaby [0.6k]  // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥰

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🗨️ this is just really cute and fluffy 🥹

⭐Rich Kid @gukyi [5k]  // pjm x f.reader // e2l/f2l // 🥰

📝 Park jimin is a rich kid.

🗨️ I really enjoyed this 🥰 I loved all the detailed descriptions of Jimin, the fact that we got both POVs, and there was just so much fluff and generally, OC wanted none of Jimin’s advances 🤣 Also when the power went out, that rich kid really showed in Jimin 🤣👏

⭐Anti Romantic @sxtaep [3.4k]  // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 you could come across as the number one hater of the male species, but not when it came to jimin.

🗨️ Omg so filthy and cute at the same time 🥵 Loved it! 💖

⭐The Pitfalls of Silk @ctrlhope [20k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, hybrid!au, soulmate!au // 🥰🥵😈🪄

📝 the winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. 

🗨️ I truly don’t know where to begin with this one— damn. It was so fucking amazing!! The world building and writing was perfect and the tension and how their relationship built over time too. Everything is just so exceptional!!! 👏 And the smut, holy shit— 🥵 I’m lost for words 😭 And their dialogues and thoughts, having both of the povs mixed together just made it so amazing 😭 I really loved it and this is another clear new one to add to my favorites 😭💯💖

⭐Crown Jewels @jincherie [4.5k]  // pjm x f.reader // s2l, fantasy!au, mermaid!au // 🥰🪄

📝 you sneak into the castle to steal the King’s jewels and gold and find more than you bargained for.

🗨️ I have a super soft spot for mermaid/merman AUs okay 😭 There’s just something magical in it! This was really cute and fluffy— I really loved it, my heart was racing most of the time because I was so damn afraid reader was going to get caught! So sweet and good 💖

⭐The Hitchhiker @smoljimjim [11.5k]  // kth x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 Taehyung is on a very important mission to crash his ex-best friend's wedding after he was uninvited. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side and he found himself resorting to hitchhiking to get to the wedding. That's where he meets Siri, a weird and cheery girl who happily allows Tae to join her on her road trip.

🗨️ Wow. I read this last night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it while I slept 🥹 Truly, this story is so freaking beautiful, sweet, cute, fluffy, smutty and sad all at once. I laughed so much, smiled so much, because it was just so cute 🥹 It’s almost difficult to put into words all the things I love about this fic, but I’ll try. The storyline is very cohesive, and everything has meaning, there’s a lot of deeper meaning in this and the characters goes under a journey— really beautiful character development 🥹 Something happens, that really surprised me, and I won’t spoil it for you, because I think it’s both sad, but oh so beautiful and it hits better if you don’t expect it. There’s a letter— it’s fucking beautiful and it made me cry. It was just really beautiful, okay? I really think it’s a shame this doesn’t have more notes, because the story and plot is really lovely 🥹 And the attention to detail with the words was really good (hope) ✨

⭐Tanzanite Treasures @kth1 [11.8k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, fantasy!au, mermaid!au // 🥵🥰🪄

📝 you’re met with a handsome man who hands you back your missing necklace given to you by your late grandmother. What you didn’t know is that the necklace holds such a powerful secret about life under the sea. 

🗨️ this was so fucking cute— I can’t 😭 I love it, and the world building was so cute and detailed too— so magical 🥰💯

⭐Tempted, You Know @dntaewithluv [5.2k]  // kth x f.reader // bf2l, concert!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Taehyung really is the perfect best friend. Especially when he lets you drag him to a Harry Styles concert last minute. But as the night goes on, temptation sets in and the line between friends and more starts to get a little blurred… 

🗨️ so cute with a sprinkle of dirty in it 🥰

⭐Fanservice @bangtanintotheroom [30.8k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, camboy!au // 🥵

📝 every Friday night at 10 PM was dedicated to your favorite camboy. When he hosts a contest and you end up the lucky winner, you’ll have to brace yourself for your unexpected debut.

🗨️ wft 🥵 This is just shy of 31k and I feel like maybe 5k of this isn’t smut, the rest of this is pure unadulterated, filthy smut 🤤 And it is amazing! Really good and loved it 💯

⭐Kodachrome @hobivore [9k] // kth x f.reader x jjk // threesome, est. relationship // 🥵

📝 an unexpected encounter on Valentine’s Day brings back an old memory: after discussing some fantasies with your boyfriend, Taehyung, you can’t help but think it’s almost serendipitous when an old friend comes into town.

🗨️ This was so fucking good 😭🥵 I really loved it 💯

⭐Chasing Cars [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ I’m always mind blown with whatever Ella write, honestly. This series is a banger, and I’ve read the first 3 chapters and she releases a new one every Friday. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend it ✨💯

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🗨️ yes, yes, I’m still recommending this story! I’ve finally caught up with all the released chapters, and it’s just so good, so intriguing to read— so excited to uncover more as Lua writes this beautiful story ✨

⭐Heartbreaker of mine @ktheist [7.5k]  // jjk x f.reader // university!au, slice of life!au, f2l // 🥵🌩️

📝 ah, here we are again. the overtold, cliche as hell story about two best friends who might or might not be in love with each other. except you can’t - wouldn’t dare to dream about being with jungkook. alternatively, wherein you fell for the one who could break your heart.

🗨️ 🥹🥹🥹 I was not prepared for how sad and angsty this actually was 😭 It was good though! And the ending is open, which I love— making my own interpretation is cool, like I can decide whether they end up together or not. It has very melancholy vibes and they are both kinda breaking each other’s hearts 🥹

⭐Ultimatum @parkmuse [10.3k] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵😂

📝 Your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

🗨️ Omfg 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I don’t know where to start with this one, first off, if you haven’t read it before, please go read it, because it is fucking hilarious, even in the smut scenes 😂 Which, fyi, they were really good, smutty and funny!  Okay. There was one scene in there right, I laughed way too hard at!!!! Really good and amazing! 👏💯

⭐Will it Fit? @jeonsweetpea [6.7k] // jjk x f.reader // roommates!au, i2l // 🥵🌩️🥰😂

📝 so what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…

🗨️ I’m kinda late to the party, and I’ve been wanting to read this since I saw it drop, but haven’t had time. Anyway— the banner alone had me giggling way too much! Like his face, and with the title— it’s just fucking hilarious 🤣 And the story did not disappoint one bit, fuck, everything was so good and amazing! Their banter, tension and humor was just perfectly on point ✨ This was just incredibly perfect 💯

Welcome to this small section— it won’t be here every month, only when I’ve written something new, I’ll add it here, just to promote myself a little bit 🫶

⭐Last NIght in Magic Shop [12.5k]  // pjm x f.reader // s2l, one night stand, vampire!au // 🥵🪄

📝 you find yourself down at the local club, Magic Shop, because your best friend feels like your lovelife is dry as ice. You did not plan on meeting a handsome stranger, who moves his body like an angel, but speaks like the devil. Feeling like he might match your nasty needs, you take him home, enjoying an unforgettable night filled with pleasure.

Thank you so much for reading my rec list, I hope you’ll reblog it to make it reach more people! There’s some insanely good reads on here ✨

I’m not sure I’ll get to read as much in June, because I might focus a bit more on stuff that I want to write, but we’ll see.

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan). 

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might as well be drunk in love 1 - @wildestdreamsblog  [🌙]

redemancy - @ya9amicide

star line: bts smau - @hopeismimi 

trouvaille - @spookyserenades  [🌙] series, ongoing

you’re oblivious.txt - @soraviie 

when souls collide - @jungblue  [🌙] jin x  reader, j-hope x jimin

7 hybrids moved in with me - @lillsisamarshmallow

90 days - @wooataes

namjoon

a word from out sponsors - @ugh-yoongi  [🌙]

to be loved - @taevbears​ series, finished

seokjin

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yoongi

latibule - @wildestdreamsblog​  [🌙]

loose lips - @ugh-yoongi​ 

maniac - @soraviie​  [🌙]

obviously - @ugh-yoongi

playing with fire - @ugh-yoongi 

two hours - @casuallyimagining

j-hope

flower - @readyplayerhobi

ho ho horrible - @ugh-yoongi  [🌙]

jimin

after the applause - @foxymoxynoona

series, ongoing

eternal sunlight - @kidguk [🌙]

100 km/hour - @chateautae [🌙]

taehyung

dope lovers - @hxseok-honee​  [🌙] series, ongoing

jungkook

aphrodite in war - @jungblue​ series, ongoing

love wager - @2hightocare​  series, ungoing

subject: write to me - @soraviie 

sweet tooth - @bonny-kookoo

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BTS | KNJ | FIC RECS

Here is the Namjoon Collection!! Just a few of my favourites. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!

Dom daddy Joon, @joonsmagicshop (Namjoon/Reader Jungkook/Reader, daddy kink, masturbation)

Caramel, @casuallyimagining (fluff, angst, slice of life)

Oh, Honey!, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, angst, so much smut, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy au.)

What's left of us, @yoongiofmine (fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, exes au.)

Out of the woods, @angelicyoongie (fluff, angst, slight smut, wolf hybrid namjoon x human f!reader)

There's gonna be no take two, @sopebubbles (Idol!Kim Namjoon x reader, angst)

Reckless, @vyduan (angst, idolverse, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant)

Drunk in love, @joon4eva (one-shot ; friends-to-lovers au)

Gift Wrapping, @btsqualityy (fluff, slice of life)

We have time, @souryoong (boyfriend!namjoon x reader, smut)

Prohibido, @personasintro (brother's best friend au, fluff, angst smut)

Bellisima, @personasintro (parents au, fluff, smut)

[moccahobi]

Ok! I am so happy I got to revisit this series with BWC’s bookclub because if you all like supernatural aus, this is such a wonderful fic to read! I absolutely loved getting to help Courtney with this fic and let me tell you why this fic holds my heart!

1. Courtney is a master of world creation. If you want immersive worlds and beautiful descriptions click on ANY of her fics and you will be taken to a world of wonder and terror. This fic especially jumps right into weaving information about the world, supernatural creatures, and our characters.

2. Speaking of characters, they’re absolutely so LOVEABLE! Like Jungkook is so sweetly characterized and I love the tension that Courtney weaves into Yoongi’s character. Like his anxiety is so palpable and so relatable (well not fully since he’s a vampire). We all yearn to be loved and yet... we are all scared of reaching out. Either because of past actions, long term messages of who we are and our worth, or something else. There is so much that can bring a barrier between us and others and Yoongi’s conflict so beautifully characterizes this. 

3. THE ACTION! THE ACTION! IF YOU LIKE ACTION IN YOUR STORIES PLEASE READ THIS EHEHHEHEHEHE I love the tension around Yoongi’s past coming back and in trying to keep his loved ones safe. And Courtney did such a wonderful job in describing the action. Fights and high intensity scenes are so hard to do and I am just in awe at how Courtney managed to keep the tension present, the action up, and keep it all diverse in what was happening. Truly so masterful!

Human (1)

Vampire!Yoongi x female reader; BFF Werewolf!Jungkook x female reader; Platonic Roommates Yoongi & Jungkook

Summary: Yoongi is a monster, but there’s always something worse lurking in the shadows. When that something threatens everything he loves, Yoongi is forced to choose: embrace his humanity, or give in to the monster? Genre: “dark fluff,” hurt/comfort, vampire au, werewolf au, supernatural au, roommates, little bit of a slow burn Word Count: 3,568 Rating: T Warnings: (everything may not appear in every part) blood, alcohol consumption, creepy dudes and catcalling, fighting, drinking to excess, implied assault, manipulation, murder

Rating: T Warnings: (everything may not appear in every part) blood, alcohol consumption, creepy dudes and catcalling, fighting, drinking to excess, implied assault, manipulation, murder

Notes: Thanks to @eatjeanjin, @moccahobi, @magicshopaholic, @madbutgloriouspond, and @imperiussexrex for beta-ing and helping me plot out some of the later chapters. And thank you to @missgeniality for the amazing banner.

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The sun was bright. Too bright. 

Yoongi squinted and pushed his sunglasses up his nose, tugging his cap down to shade his eyes further from the affronting glare. The evening was crisp, a beautiful spring day winding down. He paused at a street corner, waiting for the signal to change so he could cross. Somewhere in the distance, a bird eagerly warbled, the song of its mate answered only seconds later.

The light turned and Yoongi stepped into the street. Hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, he kept his eyes ahead, thoughts swimming through his mind no matter how much he tried to block them out. The music playing through his headphones was almost deafening in an attempt to distract him, but it wasn’t helping.

“For someone who’s trying to live like a human, you sure don’t make a lot of effort, do you?”

Jungkook’s voice echoed in Yoongi’s mind, the sound rattling around in his brain, reverberating until it was the loudest thought possible.

“I really do think you’d vibe with her, dude. Just give her a chance.”

Yoongi had snapped at the kid, told him to mind his business and to shut up. But as much as he hated to admit it, the kid was right. That was why they had moved in together, right? To be a little more human? 

Yoongi wasn’t sure he knew what that meant anymore.

The jingle of the bell above the door brought Yoongi out of his thoughts. It was a small shop, stuffed to the brim with instruments and other musical necessities. Jungkook sat behind the counter near the door, leafing lazily through a magazine. His hair, freshly dyed, fell into one of his eyes in a honeyed blond wave. Yoongi had only known the kid for a year, but he hadn’t yet seen him repeat a hair color, switching it up every few months just for the hell of it. 

The kid looked up just as Yoongi reached the counter. He flashed a wide, toothy grin, and for a moment, Yoongi could see him on the cover of some rock magazine, the line of Gibsons and Fenders behind him the backdrop of some fancy photo set. But the image was gone as soon as Yoongi remembered why he was in the shop in the first place.

“You almost ready to go?” the older man asked.

Jungkook nodded. “Just have to wait for her to come in, then we can leave.”

“Her?”

“You know who I mean.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Jungkook-”

 “I wasn’t going to push it. But I told you you’d see her again eventually, bro,” the kid protested. “She works here, too. She’s closing tonight. You’ll-”

The bell jingled again, and a female voice cut through whatever Jungkook was going to say.

“Sorry, sorry!” She sounded cheery as she came around behind the counter. “Sorry I’m late. I know you’re on a time crunch, but you wouldn’t believe the bullshit I just had to deal with.” Finally, she paused, leaning her elbows against the counter. Her eyes met Yoongi’s, a look of brief but unconcerned curiosity crossing her face before she spoke again. “You didn’t tell me you had friends, JK.”

“Um, no, I definitely have told you I have friends, actually,” Jungkook scoffed, tapping his phone and glancing at the time. “Just because you had a bad day doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me.”

You laughed, raising your hands in a peaceful gesture. “We’re testy today. Okay. Good to know.” 

“I’m not-”

“It’s fine, dude.” You nodded at Yoongi. “Hey Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. Now that her attention was on him, he could tell that, if things were different, his face would be heating up. Ever since he’d met her, Yoongi had always thought she was pretty, and she was almost as tall as Jungkook, though whether that was her actual height or her boots, Yoongi couldn’t tell. She wore a zip-up hoodie over a faded Biggie t-shirt–one of his favorites on her.

“We should go,” Jungkook sounded suddenly nervous, and when Yoongi’s eyes snapped to the kid, he was looking frantically at his phone.

You waved him off, hopping up on the stool that was behind the counter and typing something into the computer. “Go have fun with your nerd shit. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Once they were outside, Yoongi turned to Jungkook. “Nerd shit?”

The kid shrugged. “I told her we had a monthly Dungeons & Dragons session.” Yoongi snorted, but Jungkook turned on him. “What was that about?”

“What?”

“You totally froze when she showed up.”

“I didn’t,” Yoongi argued weakly. “I just didn’t have anything to say.”

“You think she’s pretty.”

“You’re insane.”

“Let me set you up. Just one date. I really do think you’ll-”

“Enough, Jungkook.” Yoongi sighed, exasperated. If he had to hear how much he would vibe with Jungkook’s best friend-slash-coworker, he was going to lose his damn mind. “You know it wouldn’t work. Just shut up about it.”

Jungkook frowned. “Just because you don’t have a pulse doesn’t mean you don’t have a heart.”

“And what would I tell her, Jungkook?” Yoongi snapped. “That I get headaches in the sun and don’t eat normal food and oh yeah, I’m 300 years old and could kill her if I slip up even slightly?” He shook his head. “I know you’ve only been dealing with this for a few years now, but use your head.”

A small growl sounded from Jungkook’s chest. “You could make it work. If you really wanted to, you could.”

“You could make it work,” Yoongi corrected. “You’re human 98 percent of the year. You just have to deal with the transformation once a month, for eight hours at most. I’m a monster every single day.”

By then, they were at the train yard, weaving through the dozens of rusted out boxcars stored on the unused tracks. It was quiet. No one tended to wander into the old train yard, not even teenagers looking for dumb fun. It had a reputation for being dangerous. People went missing every few years, and if you weren’t paying attention, it was easy to end up with bruises and tetanus. 

“Fuck you,” Jungkook spat, stopping outside one of the boxcars. “You’re 300. So fucking what? You’re not the only one whose life sucks, you know that?” The younger man glared at Yoongi as he hopped up into the boxcar, leaning against the door. “Sometimes I think you don’t actually want to be more human. Sometimes it seems like you just want to mope.” He turned, backing into the shadows.

Silently, Yoongi reached up, pulling the rusted door shut. It was tough–the wheels on the door were probably a hundred years old and weathered beyond normal use–but with a little pressure, he was able to get the door into place, pulling the lever to secure it. Even if the interior lever was still attached to the door, and Yoongi wasn’t so sure that it was, it would be impossible for the wolf to have the dexterity to open it.

He turned, satisfied. It was almost dark, the last vestiges of orange sun peeking out between the buildings. It would still be a little while before Jungkook started to transform, but it was better and easier to lock him away early, both for his safety and for the general populace.

With the door secure, he turned and began to walk away. It would be a long few hours until sunrise, and there was nothing he could do for Jungkook in the meantime. It was easier this way. At least one of them could have a peaceful evening.

As he walked back to the city, Yoongi could feel his hands starting to shake. The exertion of shutting the boxcar door had taken more out of him than he had expected. When was the last time he had really eaten? Last week? Longer? He couldn’t remember. He’d been trying to limit the stash of blood that they kept in the fridge. Jungkook said it gave the groceries a weird metallic aftertaste. But it had gotten away from him, and Yoongi found himself low on blood and having to ration.

A few blocks away in an old warehouse along the water was the Blood Bank. Yoongi found himself wandering in that direction, letting his craving and his shaking hands lead him. The Blood Bank was a safe haven for people like him attempting to make their way in the human world. 

The Blood Bank was your stereotypical blood donation center, except for the fact that, in addition to providing blood for transfusions, it also catered to vampires. It was easy enough to go in, flash his fangs, and leave with two bags of blood and a small bottle he could drink on his way back home. Almost too easy. He didn’t particularly like going there, but he was desperate.

He’d barely made it a block away from the Blood Bank when he felt something wrong. Someone was following him. He could hear their steps, timed to match his own almost perfectly. And whoever it was smelled familiar. Yoongi could catch hints of rust on them, masked by an expensive perfume. There would be no shaking whoever was tailing him. So Yoongi stopped, his grip on his bag tightening.

“It’s not polite to follow people,” Yoongi grumbled. He said it quietly, but he knew the person behind him had heard.

“Forgive me. I forgot you’d become one for decorum.” The responding voice made Yoongi’s skin crawl. It didn’t matter how many decades passed, he knew that voice. 

“What do you want, Yejun?” Yoongi spoke without turning. His muscles tensed in anticipation. He’d been dreading this.

Finally, the man came into view. His hair was dark like Yoongi’s, and his skin just as pale, though he stood two inches shorter. The man’s eyes were the color of tar, the whites no longer visible from the malice within him.

“I’ve come to bring you back.” He smiled, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Sanghae is awakening. Any day now, we’ll be back at our full strength.”

“I don’t give a shit about your strength.”

“Have you no loyalty?” Yejun had the audacity to look offended. “You should respect the man who turned you, Yoongi. Sanghae raised us like his sons.”

“I don’t give a shit about him, either.”

The other vampire snarled, one hand shooting out to grab at Yoongi’s throat. He caught Yejun’s wrist, felt his eyes dilate as they darkened. In less than a moment, his vision was clearer, sharper. No movement was too small nor too sudden. His fangs lengthened in his mouth, brushing against his bottom lip sharply.

When Yejun moved again, Yoongi grabbed him by the throat.

“Leave me alone,” he growled. “I told you. I’m sick of your games. I’m sick of your lies. I want out.”

Yejun snorted, shoving at Yoongi’s chest. “You know that’s not how this works. He gave you this gift. You can’t just deny him.”

“Watch me.” Yoongi turned on his heel, taking a step away from the other vampire.

“How do you think he’ll react if I tell him about your little human fantasy and your pet puppy?”

“Leave the kid out of this, or so help me god-”

Yejun laughed. “God abandoned us long ago, my friend.”

He was gone in an instant, fled at super-human speed. Yoongi could track him if he wanted, but he sighed. It would be a long night.

Yoongi sighed, allowing Jungkook to drag him down the street. He wasn’t particularly interested in whatever plans the kid had made, but it was the day after the full moon. More than anything, Jungkook was vulnerable, on-edge, and Yoongi had promised him when they’d first met that he would help when the kid was feeling like that.

Apparently, that meant going to some silly trivia night at Jungkook’s favorite pub.

“I don’t know why you hate trivia so much,” Jungkook said softly, leading him through the door to the pub. “300 years, you’d think you would have picked up a little knowledge.” The kid laughed, full and bright, and his face lit up as they rounded a corner.

“Hey!” A bright voice rang out above the din of the bar and when Yoongi looked, a familiar face smiled widely at them.

Yoongi froze. Jungkook hadn’t mentioned you were going to be here. Vaguely, he heard a soft ‘oh Jesus Christ’ before being pushed toward the table where you sat. A strong hand on his shoulder pushed him into the chair beside you.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” you said softly, handing him a menu. “We usually order a couple things to share. Pick what you want.”

“Oh, uh…” Yoongi stared down at the menu in his hands. “I ate before we came. I’m not really that hungry.”

You frowned. “Oh, okay. What do you want to drink? I’ll add you both to my tab at the bar.”

“Yoongi doesn’t drink!” Jungkook offered quickly, clapping Yoongi on the shoulder. “I’ll go grab my own. I’ll get you something?”

He nodded, reaching into his pocket. Casually, he pulled out his wallet, a small baggie hidden inside. Two blood pills. He’d been keeping them on hand since he met Jungkook, just in case. Apparently, he would finally get the chance.

It was quiet for a moment as you looked over the menu. Or, Yoongi supposed, you were quiet. The bar itself was loud. A few tables over, the couple were arguing over their team name. At the bar, they were out of cherries. Somewhere, someone was having trouble deciding if they wanted to order the spinach artichoke dip or a pizza. But then you circled two things towards the top and sat the menu on the edge of the table.

“I’m going to go on record now to temper your expectations of tonight,” you said softly, playing with the pencil they put on the table for writing down your trivia answers. “Jungkook and I are great at trivia.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. “Oh?”

“Yeah totally. As long as the questions are about cartoon dogs and-slash-or ‘90s hip-hop.”

“So you guys do really well on the Scooby Doo, Tupac circuit?” You snapped and shot him finger guns. Yoongi laughed along with you, the sound of your laughter the most melodious thing in the room. 

“I’m glad you came,” you confessed softly, smiling at the waitress as she swooped by and took the paper with your order. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We don’t get to hang out often and I-”

“Here you go, dude.” A chilled glass of red liquid was sloshed down in front of Yoongi. He watched, a small pang in his non-existent heart, as a few drops splashed out and onto the table. “Cranberry soda.”

Yoongi sighed. “Thanks.” The kid always had terrible timing.

It took longer than expected for the squabbling to start. It seemed as though the arguments were key to your friendship with Jungkook. It was clear to Yoongi that you were fond of each other–fighting more like siblings than enemies–but that didn’t make it any less awkward to be caught in the middle of it.

He nursed his drink. It was bitter, more than he was expecting. He’d bought the pills at the Blood Bank and hadn’t tried them. It wasn’t bad, necessarily, just more acidic than what he was used to. You and Jungkook were both halfway through your second drinks, which, he supposed, was contributing to the whispered disagreement you were having.

“Pretty sure it was Coke,” Jungkook breathed, using his hand to block his mouth from anyone trying to eavesdrop at the other tables.

“Pretty sure it wasn’t.” You were leaned in so close to Yoongi that, even without enhanced senses, he could have smelled your perfume. “It’s Dr. Pepper. It was invented by a pharmacist.”

“Coke used to be made with cocaine! That was a medicine!”

“Well, sure, but that doesn’t mean-”

“Are we ready for the next question?” the trivia host’s voice boomed through the speakers in the pub.

“Shit, uh…” Jungkook scratched his head. “Just put down something.”

Silently, Yoongi wrote ‘Dr. Pepper’ on the line for question fifteen. Beside him, Jungkook huffed but said nothing.

“Okay. Question sixteen!” He could hear the host shuffling his papers in the next room. “Continuing with the potpourri category. On average, how many pints of blood are in the human body?”

“Ten,” he answered immediately, making eye contact with you briefly.

“You’re sure?” He nodded. “Good enough for me. Write it down.”

An hour later, Yoongi found himself walking the streets slowly. He’d offered to walk you home so you didn’t have to go alone. And it wasn’t like he was regretting it, he just… wasn’t sure what to say. You didn’t seem to mind his silence, though, keeping the conversation going by yourself.

“-and he came in for like… three weeks straight insisting that we teach him how to play the guitar.” You paused at the street corner, pulling your jacket closer around you as you waited for the light to change. You’d been telling him about some of the worst customers you’d had to deal with at the music shop. “Eventually, he came in with his mom and we had to explain to her that we are not music teachers.”

“How old was he?”

“I dunno. Probably… 14? Old enough to know better.” 

He snorted. “I’m surprised your boss didn’t ban him.”

You walked together in a comfortable bit of silence for about a block. Yoongi followed as you turned a corner, and almost walked into your back as you stopped in your tracks, swearing harshly under your breath.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi questioned softly, following your lead as you pushed him gently to the side, against the bricks of the building.

You nodded to a group of men milling around about halfway down the block. “You know how I was late yesterday to cover Jungkook’s shift?” He hummed. “They’re why.”

“Creepy?”

“More than you know.”

And for the first time possibly ever, Yoongi could see genuine fear in your eyes. He clenched his jaw. These guys weren’t just creepy. They scared you. 

“Come on.” Carefully, he held his hand out, inviting you to take it. “Guys like that are assholes, but they’re predictable assholes. If they think you’re taken, they’ll more than likely leave you alone.”

“You would do that?”

He smiled warmly. “Of course.”

You nodded, your hand slotting into his own. Your skin was warm against his, and if you noticed the difference in temperature, you didn’t say anything. You simply walked closer to him, watching your feet as you approached the group.

“Look up,” he told you softly, squeezing your hand. “Act confident. I won’t let them hurt you.”

It took a second, but your head lifted as you grew closer, your grip on his hand tight.

One of the guys whistled as soon as he noticed you. “Damn, baby, what’re you doing going home so late?”

“I’m heartbroken, babe!” Another called. “You didn’t say you had a man.” 

“Nah, he a little too skinny for you, baby. Why don’t you let me show you what a real man can do?”

The third man reached out as you passed, attempting to grab your wrist. You inhaled sharply, moving so that you were practically moulded into Yoongi’s side. He let you, moving from holding your hand to wrapping his arm around your shoulder and keeping you protectively close.

You didn’t let go of him for a while after that, your arm tight around his middle as you walked. Finally, though, you did extract yourself from him, tugging your jacket closer as you paused outside a duplex.

“Thank you,” you said softly. You refused to look at him.

“Don’t worry about it.” Gently, he squeezed your bicep before dropping his hands.

You smiled at him. “You should come to trivia more often.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Jungkook and I are idiots, but you… you’re very good.” You laughed. “It’s like you lived it or something.”

His eyes widened briefly, but he was quickly able to school his emotions into an expression he hoped was more joking than surprised. “Jungkook tells me that I’m old on a semi-regular basis, so…”

You snorted out a laugh. “Every-other Thursday. Same time. Same table.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good.” You paused, a hand on your doorknob. “Thanks for walking me home.”

“Any time.” 

For a moment, you were quiet, your feet rooted to the concrete just in front of your steps. “Would you, uh…” You made a face before taking a quick deep breath. “Do you want to come in for a drink? I know you don’t drink, but I have like… tea and stuff.”

He cleared his throat. God, he would love to accept, but… “I shouldn’t. It’s getting late.”

Your face dropped instantly, but you recovered just as quickly, a small smile plastered on your face.

“Some other time?” he suggested hopefully.

“Some other time.” You nodded, and after a second, turned toward your apartment.

He waited until you shut the door and locked it, waving goodnight when you did. But as soon as he heard the lock click, he turned away.

Yoongi retraced his steps with a purpose, stalking the few blocks back. It wasn’t long until the group of men came into view. He clenched his fists just as they noticed him.

“Skinny guy, you’re back!” one of the men called, sauntering over amicably. “Not a lot of time since we last saw you.”

The man who had tried to grab you laughed. “What? She don’t put out or something?” 

Yoongi’s fists clenched, his vision sharpening. Shadows lightened, bright lights faded so they weren’t quite so bright. The tips of his fangs brushed against his bottom lip.

“Skinny?” The first guy took a step back. He was nervous. Yoongi could hear his heartbeat start to pound in his chest. “What’s wrong with your eyes?”

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Hi, I luuuve whispered secrets. It has the right amount of angst I've been craving for, nice pacing & story-telling, not too long, simple yet compact. I never got bored for a second! Even though I easily get bored with smut scenes, yours are actually very enjoyable to read, lol I read everything. Can't wait for the sequel!!

Btw, do you have any fic recs? I love digging favs from good writers 😁

Oh my, thank you. I always feel bad because my chapters are pretty short compared to most stories. I don't think I have add, but I literally can't write longer chapters. My brain just won't let me. As for fic recs: Most are one-shots and yes all have smut, but these are some of my comfort reads.

Cream & Suga by snackhobi on AO3

Stay by @sugarwithtea

Taxi by @honeyedhoseok

Want A Taste by @suga-kookiemonster

Pause by @whatifyoulivelikethat

A Bit Much by @ddaengtae

Hybrid Fix You by casuallyimagining AO3

Safty Pin by marchdahlia AO3

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 1: the Light Dies

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: He’s the hero. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the villain.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.6k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, it’s sorta like a mafia au but they have superpowers lmao 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, minor character death, attempted murder, injury, loss of consciousness

a/n: I have to say thank you to @casuallyimagining and @bluewhale52 for betaing this chapter, although this might come as a surprise to them since that was maybe 3 years ago now?😅I'm really not sure how much my writing had changed since then, but you guys can be the judge of that as the future chapters unfold! In the meantime, enjoy! If you want more supercharged in your life, you can also search my supercharged tag to find some musings, rambling, gifsets and visuals etc that inspired me and kept me going while I lost my mind over this story!

Lastly, I present the supercharged playlist✨ I had a lot of fun making this – several songs align with plot events, while some of them are there for the title, the vibe, or even a single line! Feel free to guess which are which or come and chat with me about it👀

An ear-splitting roar was barely contained behind shuddering steel doors. Just down the corridor, your fingers still clicked away, unperturbed, at your keyboard.

Tapping your foot, you looked impatiently up at the clock as another thunderous bellow assaulted the air. If the full-length windows weren’t reinforced by your boss, Kuyang’s own design, they would be rattling in their frames.

Blowing to rid your face of a strand of hair, you returned to your work, not even sparing a glance towards the source of the racket. It was only around half an hour until you could leave work for the weekend.

Finishing your task, you turned to filing the correspondence on your desk as a few yells carried through the air, mingled with the monster’s uproar. Bills and business deals the lot of them, you tucked them away in their respective places to be dealt with next week – only to stop on the very last one. How many times had the postman ignored the very clear sign for no newspapers?

You supposed the city felt the need to remind everyone that there was some semblance of central control – not really of much concern in a workplace such as yours, mind. Glancing across the front page, you realised why. You didn’t have a tv at home, but you would have to live under a rock not to recognise your city’s most celebrated superhero. Bolt, the media’s beloved, had claimed another victory against some crazy start-up trying to build their own bombs downtown.

The hero’s blue-masked face grinned confidently up at you from the desk, while police led what looked to be two scruffy teenagers into the back of their van. But Bolt’s vivid presence eclipsed them in his suit that matched his bright eyes.

Not bothering to read further, you pushed the paper into the waste bin at the end of the table.

Just as you were tucking away the final bits of paper, your boss emerged, wiping his brow on a cloth that looked as dirty as his face. Smiling pleasantly despite his ruffled state, you rotated on your chair to face him.

“Frank’s all good and sleepy now,” he said, “if you could get him sent up to the chamber.”

“Sure,” you nodded, already getting up and straightening your jacket.

With nothing more than a weary nod of appreciation, he left for his private laboratory. This was through a series more armoured doors, to which only you and a small number of lab workers knew the codes.

He was a scientist. And you were sure he was unhinged, but the job paid well, so that was all you concerned yourself with.

In fact, you had got very lucky. You had been surprised when such a good position had become available and quickly given to someone as ill-qualified as you, with no references to give. But your lack of connections seemed of no concern, and here you were, finally making ends meet and no longer in fear of being turned out of your run-down apartment at the edge of town.

So you did your job as well as you could, worrying yourself over nothing except pleasing the odd man that was Kuyang.

Even so, it was still a little daunting each time you had to come face-to-face with one of his experiments.

Reaching the steel doors that had not long ago been seriously threatening their hinges, you took a breath. Holding your thumb over a scanner by the door, you plastered a confident smile on your face as you walked inside.

Affectionately dubbed ‘Frank’, a great lump of teeth and dark furry flesh several times bigger than you was sleeping in a pod at the centre of the room. Surrounding this were multitudes of screens showing graphs and readings you couldn’t hope to understand.

At the edges of the room, a smattering of other workers were slumped against the stainless steel lab walls, almost as rumpled as their boss had been.

A hulking guard, Taeyeon, stood near the entrance, and you quietly confirmed with her that Frank was under and secure. Nodding, you gestured to Taeyeon’s team, another man and woman with the same uniform and intimidating stature.

Together, you assembled in front of the tank that held Frank, Taeyeon typing authorisation into one of the computers. The others locked down the external doors, just in case.

Though it was a familiar sight by now, the opening of the pod always prompted you to run through your training. If you hadn’t read it in the documents you dealt with, you would not have known Frank was also known as Necrus X, a new prototype Kuyang was working on, although you could not imagine what for.

Kuyang had been sure to tell you how to knock out the creature if it ever came to it, though. There was a spot behind his ear, which was more of a ridge at the side of his enormous head.

With the pod open, a panel rose from the floor, taking Frank rotating upwards. You caught sight of the patch behind its ear, zeroing in on it. Just in case.

The smooth expanse of ceiling split then, a hole revealing itself as the roof shrunk away into the walls, leaving a clear path for Frank to rise to the next floor, where he was stored.

As effortlessly as the ceiling retreating, a smooth steel staircase emerged from the walls. You and Taeyeon climbed it, spiralling around the edges of the circular space until you drew level with Frank, now snoring on the upper floor. Here, the space was wide open like an empty art gallery, half the walls comprised of expansive windows, no lab equipment to be seen.

The floor closed up beneath you both and you walked around Frank, opening a secret panel in the wall. As before, you raised your thumb to a blank scanner – but got no further.

A deafening smash sent you crouching to the ground in panic. Livid blue painted all the walls in the space as shattered glass skidded across the floor.

You had thought that glass to be unbreakable. At least that was the intention. But when you turned, you were forced to believe your ears: the central panel of glass was completely blown in, all the others down the row cracked from the force.

At the same moment the glass had shattered, you could suddenly hear what before had been hidden behind soundproofing. Outside, there were shouts, screams, car horns and alarms blaring from every angle – and above all, sirens. Sirens wailing through the air like disembodied banshees, descending, apparently, on your building.

Shuffling along the floor, you peered past the sleeping mass that was Frank in front of you. Walking across the room was a man in a tight blue suit, the same hue crackling in the air around his hands.

Bolt.

Mind short-circuiting, you were frozen. What should you do?

What was Bolt doing here? Was there some kind of threat? The image of him should have brought you relief, even though you knew nothing of what the danger was, but you hesitated.

Only having the presence of mind to shrink back silently behind Frank, you looked between the beast and the control panel you had abandoned. But you had no more chance to move before a fearsome crack ripped through the air, another flash of blue, sending the hairs on your arms bolting upright.

Spinning back to face Frank, you were met with a thump. A body, falling onto the floor.

Though she was mostly obscured by Frank’s sleeping form, you stared in unbelieving horror at Taeyeon where she lay, unmoving. Breath accelerating in your throat, you moved at last, scooting yourself back and away. Closer to the wall.

First you lunged to sound the alarm, mounted inside the wall panel, which instantly lit the room up in throbbing red, blaring loud enough to drown out the sirens outside. Then your hand was fumbling across the scanner. You had to get Frank locked away.

The walls of the pod which safely contained Frank overnight began to descend, much too slowly for your liking. Whirling to face the room, your heart seized in your chest when the imposing figure of Bolt, now shaded purple by the red light, met your eyes.

A glance up at the descending walls. They were halfway to the ground by now, but you still had to enter the code to lock them down.

Bolt yelled for you to stop, barely audible over the dizzying noise of the warning siren.

As he strode towards you, you could only watch, pressing yourself desperately against the wall as if it could swallow you up.

Bright light cut through the imposing red as the heavy door at the opposite end of the room was thrown open. Bolt stopped, both of you turning to see Kuyang enter. His hair was still sticking up from earlier, a strange expression on his face that you hadn’t seen before.

Paying no mind to the maniacal smile that had no place on Kuyang’s face, you took the moment of distraction to scramble for the code lock.

Without a sound, the gap between the floor and Frank’s pod closed, and your fingers were already leaping to action, typing the numbers behind your back at lightning speed.

Kuyang was running now, a direct path towards Bolt. But Bolt turned back towards you.

You were nearly done, but his hand was raising towards you…

In a split second, your fingertip met the final key of the code. Almost instantly, it was ripped away as shocking blue light cut through the air. You felt the impact before you could even notice that it was aimed at you.

Hitting you square in the chest, white hot pain scorched through your every nerve as your body was flung backwards, powerless as a ragdoll sailing through the air. The collision with the cracked window behind was almost lost on you. More intense pain was writhing its way down each limb, making you cry out, uncaring about the rain-spattered wind that whipped about your face now.

But you could see shards of glass as they fell along with you, like daggers aimed at the ground.

Biting wind rushed in your ears, the sound crashing over you like waves. And just as a pan sizzles down off the heat, the ferocious attack of pain seemed to reduce just as fast as it had invaded you.

Your heartbeat was the loudest thing, booming over the insistent web of sirens and whistling air.

Breathing choppily, you screwed your eyes nearly closed, suddenly aware of the tempest around you as you fell. Above, the already darkening winter night was illuminated with flashes of that awful blue.

You were falling.

It hit you then, as if you hadn’t been falling all this time. But it was only now that your senses caught up with themselves. You worked on a very high floor of the skyscraper, but as you were tossed around in the air, you saw the ground rapidly approaching.

A horror gripped your chest like nothing you had ever felt before.

Below you, and rushing towards you at terrifying speed, a skip sat surrounded by heaps of trash on the street. Unable to think, you could only shield your face with your hands, stretched out in front of you as if to stop the inevitable collision.

Though your eyes fell closed, you felt the jerk that flung your whole body backwards.

That wasn’t what you had expected.

Eyes snapping open in confusion, you found your vision lit with blue. In front of your face, blue light was shooting from your palms, pushing you up and away from the ground.

Your mouth fell open. Gaping in shock, you did nothing as the light died and you slowed again in the air.

Though you began falling much slower this time, you barely had time to notice your surroundings – much nearer the ground – before you were plummeting again, and this time nothing could stop you.

Your eyes weren’t even open when you felt your body slide off something. Not a second later, you were crumpling onto hard concrete which grazed your cheek.

You groaned.

It was dark. High above, any flashes of light didn’t reach you here, having landed in a thin alley beside the building. And though this shielded you from the commotion on the main streets out front, sirens still pierced the air, each one feeling like a stab to your head.

You clutched it as you maneuvered to sit. It took you a few tries, groping for a wall or something to lean against as you regained your balance.

Eyes cracking open, you waited patiently for the dark splotches to dispel before looking around.

Right next to you was a car which blocked you from view of the road beyond this alley. Evident from the dent that caved in its bonnet, that was what you had landed on.

Turning your head, you had to squint even more as light assaulted your sensitive eyes.

Among a blazing light, you could make out the vague shapes of rubbish bags and an overflowing skip that you recognised. Out of these, a vibrant fire was now burning. The correlation was too strong for you to ignore.

Breath shallow, you turned your horrified gaze to your hands.

They had done this… but how? They looked totally normal now.

Frowning, you brought them up closer to your face, so that your nose was practically buried in your palms.

No difference.

You were sure you hadn’t imagined that blue light which saved you earlier. Was there a way to make it come back?

While you were puzzling, you lowered your hands again, still staring intently as you rotated them in your lap.

Then, quick as a blink, a blue flash darted from them again. So fast, in fact, that you had no time to react before one of the bolts was fired directly into your opposite arm.

Snatching it away reflexively, you hissed in pain as a burning sensation crawled, tingling, over your skin there.

Despite the pain, the blue light didn't cease shooting from your hands. They tingled, a strangely uncomfortable sensation. It was as if something warm was wriggling its way up your veins and spilling from your fingertips.

“Stop! Stop!” you whispered in panic.

You turned them outwards, aiming away from you, but if they kept at it for much longer you were sure to draw attention.

Moving your hands around jerkily, the beams of light shook along with you, but did not go out. With each unsuccessful movement, panic made you more frantic until the glowing rays jerked erratically around the small space.

Straying too far, the light came into contact with a post at the alley’s entrance. You could only watch, helpless, as light like blue snakes skittered up it and latched around the wires it supported.

To your relief, the strange current seemed to have found an outlet, and only remained a second longer before cutting out. You were left blinking in the relative darkness. Panting heavily, you stared down at your hands, although you did not bring them too close anymore.

Once again, they appeared utterly innocent. There was nothing to suggest they had just channelled lightning through them.

Suddenly, the world plunged into darkness. The fire still burned at the other end of the alley, or you would have been left totally blind. In the building behind you, in the street, all the lights had gone out.

Almost instantly following the blackout, screaming rose again in the air.

Gulping, your eyes travelled to the blackened post at the corner, which you had accidentally electrocuted.

This was bad. Your head was spinning, both from your short, hard fall and from the whirlwind of events that had happened in what could only have been minutes. Surrounded by darkness, with the wail of the city and a fire for company, you could only see one course of action.

Run.

You had to get away from here. It wasn’t safe. You had little idea where was safe, but you couldn’t be here anymore.

It wasn’t like you had anyone to call who would care enough to come and pick you up. Nor did you have the money to try a hospital, though you felt as if you may need it.

But especially with electricity shooting from your hands at the drop of a hat, it probably wasn’t best to be anywhere around people.

The dizziness from your unfortunate landing on the car had worn off while you were sitting, but the world swayed anew the moment you made to stand. Pushing determinedly against the wall, you struggled on anyway, brand new dark spots in your vision offset by the brightness of the fire you walked towards.

This end of the alleyway led out through smaller streets, away from the city centre and furore of sirens.

On reaching the opening, you cautiously assessed the road stretching away either side. Empty. And if there was anyone there, they wouldn’t see you in this darkness.

Shoving your hands beneath your armpits on some misguided hope of keeping them from causing problems, you lowered your head and ran. It was more of a jog, considering everything, but you still moved as quickly as you could beneath the dead streetlamps.

Head throbbing more with movement, you stumbled a few times as you went. The pavement tilted around you.

You had made it a few roads before you felt that awful tingling in your arms again. It itched, like something fighting its way out of your skin.

Nausea rolled in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real.

Slowing down and stopping beneath a signpost, you drew your shaking hands out in front of you. The world careened on its axis, revolving around the sight of your palms as a faint blue glow grew in them.

You were going to throw up, you were sure of it.

You wanted it to stop.

A few flickers of blue darted down the veins in your wrist. Towards your fingertips. Sparks leapt from them, small tendrils of lightning crackling between your fingers like webbing.

At last, you gave in to the rising horror mixed with a sick feeling. The floor’s spinning became too much, your hands turning to a bright blur in the centre of your vision.

You passed out on the spot.

Lights were turning on again around the city. Television sets flickering back to life to announce Bolt’s victory against the beast that had attacked earlier that evening.

But not on the street where you still lay.

The return of light only reached neighbouring roads, dim glow snuffed out before it could penetrate the middle of this street. A white-haired young man stepped forwards, but his face was totally obscured in darkness.

“Here,” he spoke to the silence.

The next moment, a deep red glowed in the middle of the road, though it brought little light. The red bounced off a signpost before it was gone, replaced by another man, seemingly from nowhere.

The newest arrival stood there, looking down at your figure, unconscious by the sign. Then he disappeared again, leaving total darkness behind as if he had never been there at all.

A few more moments passed, you and the hidden man the only beings on the dark road.

Not very long after, a car’s engine rumbled and sputtered into earshot. The bright beam of headlights rounded the corner, growing larger and shedding light on your form as it drew closer.

Pulling up next to you, the engine died along with the lights. Two doors opened and slammed shut.

As two pairs of feet stepped nearer to join the one remaining beside you, the streetlamp directly overhead began to glow. The faint glimmer grew until it illuminated the scene. Still no other lights joined it, leaving the small group of you lit up as if by spotlight.

“It’s her?”

The man crouching beside you asked the question without looking up, and the shadowed man answered.

“Pretty sure.”

“She’s breathing?”

“Yes.”

The crouching man hummed. Moving to kneel instead, his eyes roved over your somewhat battered face, dark hair obscuring his own.

“Namjoon?” he asked then, turning to the other man from the car. It was the same man who had momentarily appeared in the street earlier.

Taking his cue, the tall man, Namjoon, walked forwards and bent to lift your hands by the wrists. In just moments he was placing them carefully back, nodding.

“No doubt.”

“Okay then.”

“Can she travel, Jin?”

“Give me a moment.”

Producing a small object, he pressed a button and a small light sprung from the end. Carefully lifting one of your eyelids, he shone the light into it, observing like a doctor.

The first you became aware of was the far away sound of voices being quietly exchanged. But with the cloudiness in your head, identifying them didn’t seem very urgent. You were preoccupied with the swirling feeling that made the world swim around you, even though it was dark.

But as dim awareness was returning to you, the process of regaining your senses was violently accelerated as a blinding light was thrust into your vision.

You flinched, and as Jin pulled away he saw you blink, eyelids screwing shut in protest. His eyebrows raised in slight concern as he watched your first groggy movements.

Blinking around at the dimly lit figures over you, your eyes widened. The nearest man held the illuminated light stick. Was he a doctor?

Next, your eyes darted to the tall man standing behind him. You recognised neither.

Some strange feeling told you someone else was standing there too, but when you looked to your other side you were faced with nothing but empty shadow.

“Can you sit?”

The first man’s question was gentle, his hands ready to support you.

Nodding timidly, you heaved yourself up with his help. It embarrassed you to be panting after just that much movement.

“What happened?” came the next question.

As you replayed the events, you avoided their eyes. You could not let them know what happened, what you had become. They were helping you, and yet you might hurt them-

Fists clenching subconsciously, you stuttered in panic.

“I-I can’t pay,” you told them, but before you could say more a new voice was speaking. The standing man stepped forwards, his voice calm and surprisingly friendly.

“There’s no need to pay. We can help you. Can you tell us what happened?”

“I don’t, uh, I-I-“

His eyes travelled towards your hands, which you were trying to tuck behind you.

“You gained powers, didn’t you?”

You froze.

“I have them too,” he smiled, “I know what it’s like to be scared. But you can work with this and learn to control them. I’m Namjoon, and this is Jin. We’ve been through this before, we can help you.”

At your sides, your hands relaxed. Tension lifted from your tightly hunched shoulders. Wordless, you looked between the men who were watching you, ready to move, but only on your word.

Swallowing, a light frown creased your brow.

“What do you want-”

Namjoon’s smile dimmed into something kinder.

“At least let us check you over.”

Your hands fretted together. It was strange, you couldn’t feel anything there. Surely they should feel different? How would you know if these… powers, Namjoon had said, were to come back?

“You won’t hurt us, don’t worry,” he seemed to anticipate your thoughts as he watched you, “we can protect ourselves.”

“You were unconscious,” Jin spoke, drawing your perplexed gaze back to him, “did you hit your head?”

You blinked, but found yourself answering.

“I think so.”

Nodding, Jin shuffled at your side. He leaned a bit closer.

“I need to shine this light in your eyes again. You may have a concussion.”

Complying, you sat through the eye-watering brightness. He asked you things, like a doctor would, except he was working in the middle of an empty street in the middle of the night.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“I did. I think still, a little.”

“Any nausea?”

“Yeah… but maybe because of the…” you gestured to your hands.

Jin sat back, taking the light with him. Namjoon shot you a sympathetic smile at that. You supposed he had been through the same thing, from the sounds of it.

Jin looked up at Namjoon.

“It looks pretty rough. Definitely a concussion, and she needs patching up, but in the long run she’ll be fine.”

“I-I’m serious,” you interjected, “I don’t have the money for hospital…”

Your voice faltered. You half thought of asking to just go home, but you were hardly sure of even making it there by yourself. And if you got there, then what? The prospect of burning down the place with these errant powers didn’t fill you with comfort.

“Good thing we’re not going to bring you there, then,” Namjoon said, “but I meant it when I said we could help. We can take you home, if you want… but you can stay with us, too.”

You stared at him wordlessly. Was it crazy that you were considering this?

“Just for a bit, if you need,” Jin added softly, “it’s just… now might not be the smartest time to be alone.”

You chewed your cheek. But your head was pounding too much to think very hard, and this seemed like the most straightforward option. The people in this city kept surprising you, after your first stroke of luck with Kuyang's generosity.

“Sure…” you spoke quietly, not quite able to look them in the eyes, “yes please.”

“Okay,” Namjoon took it in stride, “but let’s get moving.”

“Just one moment – we should wrap that.”

Gesturing towards your arm, Jin stood and went back to the car. On his return, he knelt again and began to secure cling film around the angry red blotch blistering your skin, where you had caught yourself with your own beam.

“We’ll sort it out properly when we get back,” he told you, “but Namjoon’s right, we should be going.”

You followed his gaze which seemed to dart up and down the street. However, nothing was there.

Jin helped you stand, still looking around. Sure enough, the dizziness from before hadn’t quite left you yet. Biting down on your lip, you focussed hard on getting the short distance to the car. You were led to the passenger seat and crumpled gratefully into it.

But just as Jin closed the door, you felt an uncomfortable prickling clutch your forearms again. Namjoon slid into the back seat in time to hear your gasp, noticing the way your fingers flexed in panic. Digging in his pockets, he produced a pair of thin black gloves and held them out to you just as the first trickles of blue appeared in your veins again. He watched with a studious frown as you pushed your hands into the gloves.

“Those will help,” he said, still looking at your wrists, “they can contain the powers. But you shouldn’t keep them on for too long.”

Jin was seating himself in the driver’s side as you frowned over at Namjoon. At first you had been relieved to have a solution to your erratic lightning problem, but that was ripped away at his last addition.

“Why not? It will keep you safe,” you questioned, but kept your voice quiet.

“Don’t worry, we’re more than capable of handling anything you could throw at us,” he laughed, “but you can keep them on in here. Best not to bottle up your powers forever, though.”

Resigned, you turned back to face front. The moment Jin stepped on the gas, all the lights in the road sparked to life at once. Startled, you blinked, looking around. On the pavement you were just pulling away from, a man was walking away, unidentifiable behind a hoodie.

Slumping back in your seat, you breathed a short, dry laugh. This mysterious happening was just the latest in this crazy night. You had no choice but to accept it.

The car ride was fairly short, but you were too tired and distracted to take in exactly where you were going. Streets seemed to blur together, aware only that you were heading out of town.

The itching in your arms had persisted for a while, but as promised, the gloves seemed to work. No fiery blue burst out of your palms, and, eventually, whatever it was decided to give it up, subsiding again by the time the car pulled up.

But no one got out yet. Jin had stopped at the end of a small road, big enough for only one vehicle, directly facing an expanse of crumbling and graffitied brick.

Curiosity woke you up from your daze, and you watched as Jin reached to tap something on his dashboard. Almost instantly, a groaning reached your ears from over the whirring of the engine. The wall ahead shook before shifting, sliding sideways until it tucked itself behind a dented dustbin, unveiling a space beyond.

Leaving you little more time to wonder, Jin started the car again and you rolled downwards through a plain, dark entrance. It reminded you of those multi-storey car parks formed with ugly blocks of concrete. It was considerably smaller than those, however, Jin pullingup into a space alongside about a dozen other vehicles, beyond which the place seemed entirely deserted.

Jin came around to open your door, but you were able to stand by yourself. It was still a bit of a struggle, your limbs sluggish and the world dull around you – although that may have just been the low underground light.

Namjoon led you, Jin staying close by your side. Blinking at the space as you moved through it, your eyes traced over the various car roofs, some cleaner than others. A larger four-by-four was particularly beaten up, with a large crease in one of the metal wheel arches.

Your eyes rested longest on what was probably the most pristine: a motorbike, at first hidden by the cars either side of it.

Soon enough, you were past them. Stopping as Namjoon did, you watched him expectantly. However, he did not turn around, instead standing face-to-face with a plain concrete wall. Except… now a low rumble announced the movement of a panel which slid away, revealing a wide doorway which had previously blended seamlessly with the flat wall.

Your eyebrows raised at the touch that was reminiscent of Kuyang’s lab. Without time for you to dwell on this, your small group moved up a dingy staircase that lay beyond the doorway.

At the top, you emerged into a new space, notably lighter than before. You assumed you were back on ground level, perhaps above. It was hard to be sure, disoriented as you still were in the whirlwind that had overtaken your day.

Bizarrely, the space appeared to be someone’s home. There was a large and coffee-stained table surrounded by mismatching chairs, a kitchen behind it littered with mugs and pot plants. Still, beyond the lived-in array of things lying around, it was big. You imagined it must be miles more expensive than the shoddy apartment you stayed in.

It was open plan, and you followed Namjoon past the dining table towards an area filled with two enormous sofas.

The back of a blond head was visible over the sofa, and now the person turned towards you.

“Guys!” a loud exclamation rang out as he leapt up. A dazzling smile spread across his mouth.

When his eyes fell on you, wincing at his sudden volume, the smile dimmed a little.

“Not so loud, Hope-ah,” Jin spoke gently from behind you.

“Sorry,” he dipped his head, smile remaining on his lips.

Jin’s hands came lightly to your back, steering you over to a sofa. As you sunk into it with relief, the blond man sat across from you, tilting his head to catch your eye.

“I’m Hope,” he smiled, “I’m glad we found you. You’ll be right in no time!”

Frowning, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicking over the damage on your face. Averting your gaze, you chewed your lip absently.

What did he mean? I’m glad we found you…

Had they been looking for you? You still weren’t sure if it was a lucky coincidence they found you, but perhaps it was something more.

The lingering ache in your head forced you to push the issue away. You missed Namjoon’s stern look at Hoseok as he hovered behind your seat.

Jin pulled a pack from a cupboard and set it beside you. You let him lift your arm and unwrap the burn, your unfocussed eyes dragging across the room while he applied something cold over it. Next came stinging, scattered over your face as he wiped at the small cuts and grazes with an apologetic grimace you barely saw.

You only forced the world back into focus when someone else entered your sight. Emerging from behind you, a gentle, friendly smile was directed your way from a man with pale pink hair. Swallowing, you never managed to smile back before he was turning away.

The pink-haired man reached a hand out to someone you couldn’t see. Another man appeared, walking towards him, but he never looked at you. Or if he did, it was obscured behind the black hair that fell to his eyes.

The two new people left towards the kitchen, though not without another smile from the pink one.

Who were all these people?

Frowning after them, you were interrupted by a clap on the shoulder from Jin.

“We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”

Looking around, you had half a mind to protest, but were overruled by the shakiness taking over your frame. Body too fatigued to allow you much say, you meekly followed Jin.

Beyond the living space, a thinner corridor led away, several closed doors along its walls.

Further you went, until a door just ahead opened. Another person walked out.

When he stopped to face you, his posture remained stiff. Tall and muscular, he was clad all in black except for a towel slung over his shoulder. Damp hair fell messily around his head. But you had little time to take this in, as his eyes fixed themselves fiercely on yours, rendering you unable to look away.

Mouth remaining in a hard line, his expression only twitched further into a frown.

Then his gaze flicked abruptly away, travelling to Jin just beyond you.

“Kook-“

Jin never got further than that before the man strode forwards, marching sharply past you and away with a scowl. Turning after him in surprise, you watched his tense shoulders disappear behind Namjoon, who you hadn’t noticed hovering.

Namjoon stared sternly after him, but the man seemed to avoid his gaze.

Jin sighed, sending an apologetic glance at you.

“That’s just Jungkook,” Namjoon spoke, ushering you all further along the hallway, “don’t pay him any attention.”

“Why was…”

You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to ask. Neither of them made an attempt to answer.

You had no idea a wordless encounter could leech so much hostility into the atmosphere. Picturing Jungkook’s glowering face, you blindly followed the others through a different door.

“You can sleep in here.”

“Hm?”

Shaking yourself, you looked around the new room. There wasn’t much to see. Beside a low bed, there was a mirror, a wooden closet and nothing more. Looking up, you didn’t even find a light in the ceiling. The only light leaked through from the hallway.

Clearly reading your gaping mouth and furrowing brow, Namjoon moved in front of you.

“Don’t worry, this is just a place to sleep, nothing more. But since you’re going to have to take those gloves off, we can’t have you in a space with any electricals.”

Stepping back defensively, your fingers pressed tightly together. Having the gloves on had let you almost imagine that nothing life-changing had happened. Like gaining unpredictable powers, for instance.

Namjoon watched patiently, holding out a hand.

“You don’t need them…”

He realised he had never asked your name, and let his sentence trail expectantly. Telling him your name, he relaxed into a smile.

“You don’t need them, Y/N,” he repeated, not that you believed him for a second, “you’ll be perfectly safe. And so will we.”

Only the yearning to collapse onto the bed persuaded you to hand over the gloves. The instant they were in his hand, you swore you could feel a shock go up your arm. Immediately tense again, your breathing became shallower, with no idea how to try and stop power shooting from your hands any moment.

But Namjoon and Jin seemed content. Before you could gather your thoughts, they had left, closing the door and drenching your room in near total darkness.

Stumbling to the bed and virtually falling into it, you wiped sweating palms against the fabric. Your mouth was dry with fear.

This couldn’t have happened.

Alone for the first time since your initial panic, it didn’t take long for your mind to wrap itself in circles again. Only hours ago, you had been sitting happily in your bright office, going through the motions…

One split-second decision from a powerful man had changed that.

You knew full well he had intended for you to die. But he was Bolt...

He had probably forgotten about it already. The guard he sent lifeless to the floor, the secretary he threw from the building.

Itching feeling returning, you swallowed desperately and raised your hands. Sure enough, against the darkness, blue pierced your vision, darting its way up-

Turning your face away, you flinched as the outburst came. Your eyes screwed shut, you pressed your cheek into fabric, not wanting to see the deathly lightning that shot through the room. Shuddering breaths broke into your lungs when at last it subsided.

Letting them fall, limp, to your sides, your hands fisted the covers tightly.

You were almost afraid to open your eyes, knowing it would only show you the empty room, confirmation that this was real. You were dangerous, shut in a safe room where you could hurt no one. Would you ever get out? Succeed in controlling this, like Namjoon had said?

With no idea where you were, barely any idea who the people here were, you wanted to block it out. But even with your eyes closed, you couldn’t escape.

The memory of Jungkook’s suspicious face made your heart sink. Perhaps people should be afraid of you, now. As much as you may want to, there was no getting away from this.

Pushing yourself to sit, you surveyed the room. Eyes accustomed to the blackness a little more, you could make out vague shapes. Your breath fell alone in the silence. This really was the safest place you could be right now, even if it was a nightmare.

As your head turned, you suddenly came level with your eyes in the mirror, and a shock of light.

For an extended moment, you could only stare.

Then all at once you were rushing forwards, tripping from the end of the bed. Bracing your arms against the wall either side of the mirror, you gaped at your reflection.

As you watched, an angular bolt of blue shot across your irises, which were already dimly glowing.

You gulped against the thick feeling crawling up your throat. Faced with this, you could no longer have any hope of denying it.

This was really happening.

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Safe Space

Seokjin x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb about comforting Jin after a tough day.

Warnings: slight angst, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @casuallyimagining and @feminympho for requesting this, as well as the lovely anon who sent this headcanon! This is a lil eh, but I tried.🤷 Hopefully you’ll still like it!💜

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Jin let his bag hit the floor with a thud as he entered the house, heading straight into the living room and falling face down on the sofa with a thump, letting out a muffled groan of frustration.

“Bad day?”

His head popped up, not realizing you were home yet.

You stood in the kitchen doorway, cup of tea in hand, eyeing his tired form with cautious concern.

“It’s nothing.” He said, slumping back against the cushions.

“Are you sure?” You asked, coming to sit next to him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“No.” He said after a moment, looking up at you. “But I don’t want to drag your mood down just cause I’m frustrated.”

You frowned at him. “Do you feel dragged down when I vent about my problems?”

“No.” He said in a small voice.

“So why would it be any different for you?” You smiled at him encouragingly. “I know it’s difficult sometimes, but whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

He hesitated, sitting up slowly before beginning to speak.

“It’s just…” He sighed. “The company made a big deal about rescheduling rehearsals for today, even though we were exhausted from traveling the past few weeks, and when we got there, the choreographer was late and kept getting annoyed at everyone for messing up. And then…”

Once he started, it was like he couldn’t stop, releasing all the day's frustrations, all of the shitty feelings he had been bottling up for the past days and weeks in order to just get through.

You didn’t say anything, just humming along as he spoke, dragging your fingers across his back in the same soothing pattern you did to help him fall asleep.

By the time he had finished, his voice had crept up into a yell, leaving the room starkly quiet in contrast as he finally fell silent, the hands that had been slowly clenching into fists in his lap finally relaxing again.

“Sorry.” He said, softening his tone. His throat was dry, causing his voice to crack slightly, but his chest felt five pounds lighter, able to breathe properly again.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” You said calmly, passing him your forgotten cup of tea. “You need to let it out sometimes.”

You had known something had been bothering him, he had been quieter than usual, his smile slightly forced, not fully reaching his eyes. And although it hurt you to see him pull back as he had, you had tried to be patient and wait for him to talk about it when he was ready, not wanting to push him.

When he lifted his eyes to meet yours, you were smiling at him softly, but not pityingly.

“Feel any better?” You asked gently.

“A bit,” He let out a weak chuckle. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for letting me in.” You said, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. He hadn’t even realized a few stray tears had slipped out till you were gently wiping them away.

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “How about you go change into something comfy and let me look after you?“

“Okay.” He replied, but he didn’t move just yet.

Staring down at you, he was suddenly struck by how lucky he felt to have you. You never judged him or tried to fix his problems for him, you just let him be. He never had to pretend with you, he could let anything out, good or bad, without fear of rejection. Although you may have only been together for a comparatively short time, you had become his safe space.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked, shifting awkwardly under his gaze.

He shook his head.

“I just love you.” He said simply, earning a flustered grin from you.

“I love you too.” You said quietly.

He pulled you close, resting his head on top of yours, taking in the scent of your shampoo as he let out a deep breath, feeling peaceful for the first time in days.

His problems might still be there, but they didn’t seem as bad right now, knowing that he had you to lean on and to keep him safe.

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