#even spared seungmin a death by water

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What a silly cat ©️ shhz

[underaverageheight]

Dancing With Death

Death!KSM x sick!gn!reader Genre: ANGST with bits of fluff Warning(s): mentions of death, blood & bleeding, Seungmin is insecure, if I missed anything, let me know!

Summary: After finding out you have 2 months left to live, Death comes to visit. He finds moving between realms to be bothersome, shamelessly asking to live with you. Eventually, Death warms up to you, confessing how much he hates bringing things to an end.

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Death at your Door word count: 0.63 k

previously...

"I will help you fulfill your wishes since I am helping you to your afterlife and then your next life once you pass. I’ll…I’ll go now,” He disappeared from your room. You walked around your apartment, no sign of him. He really left.

It’s been a week and there’s no sign of him. Should I be worried? Nah, he was getting on my nerves. Today you were excited, you were going to go on a giant shopping spree to buy the things you never bought to save money. But who needs money when you’re going to die anyways?

Countless stores and bags later, you entered your apartment with a bright smile. Humming you put your clothes and accessories away, knowing very well you’ll try them on later anyways. All of a sudden, you heard a thud. You froze, poking your head into the hallway, listening for anymore noises. You heard scraping noises coming from your door. “What the hell?” You grabbed the bat your friend gave you when you moved in, approaching the door slowly, peering into the peephole. Nothing. There’s nothing.

Your eyes trailed down, seeing legs in a black suit and black substance on the floor. And feathers. Lots of them. Carefully, you opened the door a crack. “Seungmin? Oh my god.” You saw Seungmin slumped against the wall with giant black wings. You dropped the bat and swung the door open, kneeling down by his side. Sliding your hand behind his head to support him, you gasped. The black splotches. It’s blood.

“You’re okay. I got you. I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” You reached around his folded wings to drag him into your apartment, leaning him against the wall. “Wait here.” You ran to your bathroom, filling a bucket with water, grabbing the first-aid kit and spare over-sized clothes. Kneeling down with trembling hands, you took off his bloodied shirt, peeling it away from the gashes on his back and stomach, not seeing the scratches and cuts on his arms. “I’m gonna clean you up okay?” You hesitantly looked at his fluttering eyes.

“Hurry.”

You wiped the blood off and gently cleaned his wounds, flinching as he grunted and grit his teeth. “You’ll be okay. It’s okay.” You were really saying this for yourself.

When he finally had the strength to move a little, you helped him into your bed. You were worried. You tried your best to treat and wrap him up. It’s hard to take care of a being that doesn’t eat nor sleep. He fell in and out of consciousness. It must be that bad that he seems to sleep right now. You paced in the hallway anxiously before going to your kitchen to get a glass of water. “Even if he doesn’t eat, water should be fine, right?” You spoke aloud to yourself, setting the glass down to dab at the sweat on Seungmin’s forehead. As you pulled away, you felt a gentle tug on the hem of your shirt.

“Don’t… don’t go.”

“Huh?” You stared at him incredulously. Seungmin’s jaw and grip was tense. His eyes were scrunched closed tightly. He was not conscious. “Hey, hey, hey, wake up. Wake up,” you shook him lightly, searching for tiny signs of consciousness. After a moment, his eyes fluttered open, blinking multiple times before speaking.

“Y/n?” He winced, attempting to sit himself up. You quickly helped him up. “Sorry…I got blood everywhere. And I must’ve scared you. I got caught in between a few dastardly beasts on my way back and I couldn't heal myself…Let me- let me change so I don’t scare you any more.”

You blinked and his wings disappeared and his deep wounds started to heal slowly while the little cuts were gone. “Have… have you always had wings?” He nodded, avoiding your gaze.

“They look ugly, don’t they? Especially after I had a good part of my wing torn off, which is still trying to heal.” You shook your head.

You stared deep into the bottomless pools of darkness in his eyes. “No. They aren’t ugly. They’re…beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful. I know you’re hurting and changing your form probably makes it worse. Go back to your true form. It doesn’t scare me... Let me help you.”

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a/n: hey everyone <3 it's been a stressful time for me but i do enjoy writing for you guys and i would LOVE to hear what you all have to say :) feel free to reblog what you think or tell me at either @underaverageheight or @shortcielo

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Under The Table ~ LF [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

GENRE: Smut, fluffy, teasing, use of names “cock whore,” oral both F and M receiving, cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people) 

PAIRING: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader 

The dorms were unusually quiet when you walked through the door, your boyfriend was sitting on the sofa concentrating on a game while you could hear mumblings coming from the kitchen. This was as quiet as it could ever be in the dorms considering there were eight men that acted like children living there. You figured the rest of the boys were all doing their own thing while Chan and Hyunjin were cooking was you suspected to be a lovely meal,

"Y/n? Oh, thank god!" You heard a dramatic sigh from Hyunjin as he called out your name, gesturing for you to join him and Chan in the kitchen, Felix looked up from his console and smiled at you. Taking in your appearance as you headed into the kitchen to see what the boys wanted. You were wearing his favourite outfit on you, a black floral dress with your hair just the way he liked it. He knew you'd dressed up for him which made him feel warm inside at the thought of finally getting to see you.

"I need your tasting ability, Chan said it's spicy." You rolled your eyes at the comment of spice coming from the one member who couldn't handle species in the slightest. Chan stared at you with his arms folded across his chest waiting for some kind of sarcastic comment to come since he knew you all too well to know something was coming his way.

"Why do you ask Chan? He can barely handle ginger nut biscuits," You teased, taking a clean spoon from the drawer and trying some of the soup that was bubbling on the stove in front of you. It looked as though it would be a little spicey but nothing that was too much since they all knew how much Chan hated the spice.

"Seems perfectly fine to me Hyunjin, Chan's just a baby." You nudged Chan playfully in the side before leaving to go and join Felix on the sofa ignoring the sarcastic laughter coming from Chan. It had been so long since you and Felix got to hang out together and this was the first time you'd seen him in over two weeks so you were going to take every opportunity to get as close to him as you could, 

"I missed you," You whispered, wrapping your arm around his as you laid your head on his shoulder watching him play on the game you'd gotten him recently for the switch. It turned out he was just as addicted to Stardew Valley as you were, playing it every spare moment that he could. 

"I missed you too," He cooed, saving the game before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and snuggled together with you, staring down at your dress as he played with the hem. 

"You like it?" It was a stupid question since you knew this happened to be the dress that Felix loved on you, well...loved to rip off of you but who could blame you for wanting to tease him just a little? 

"You know I do," He growled in a low voice so that only you could hear him speaking, the doors to the dorm bedroom's opened and slowly the boys began to appear one by one. Some of them going into the kitchen to sneak a taste of the food while the others came to talk with you. You'd gotten close with each of them over your time with dating Felix, it was as if you were apart of the family. 

"Are you staying tonight?" Jisung asked as he stole the switch from the coffee table in front of you all, earning a death glare from Jeongin who had initially been going to grab it first.

"I wish, I'm up early tomorrow for work and I didn't want to wake anybody up," You pouted, Felix's grip around you tightened as he thought about letting you go later that night. All he really wanted to do was keep you with him longer than he could, just the two of you. As much as he loved the fact that you got along so well with the boys he wished he could have some time with you by himself, the two of you hadn't gotten that in so long. 

"Are you coming back after work?" Felix whispered to you as the boys began talking amongst one another, as you turned to look at Felix you realised how upset he seemed that you would be going home soon after eating but you nodded. 

"If you want me to? I have some time off so I can come over..." He nodded at him, placing a small and quick kiss on your cheek as neither of you was fond of being overly public with your affection for one another not wanting to gross the other boys out or rub it in their faces.

"Sounds perfect to me, I have no practice this weekend," You smiled at the thought of you both waking up in the mornings together, it was normally spent laying in his bottom bunk your head laid on his chest listening to his slow heartbeat while he ran his fingers up and down your back. It was one of the most relaxing ways to wake up beside Felix, not to mention the most romantic if he decided he wanted to sing to you in the mornings. 

"Dinner is served," Your thoughts were interrupted by Hyunjin who was ringing a small bell to announce that everything was ready, Felix tapped your knee and you both raised from the sofa.

The table was spread out beautifully, seats were around the table with place settings and cute napkins laid out. 

"We went a little over the top," Hyunjin chuckled as he pulled out two chairs, one for you and the other for Felix beside one another at the end of the table. This was just supposed to be a cute "we missed you" meal but it looked as though Chan and Hyunjin had prepared a full course meal and the table was decorated for a restaurant.

"Dig in," Chan called out as everyone glanced at one another nervously not knowing if they should start or not, 

"Here," You laughed softly picking up your spoon and showing that the soup was fine to eat and the boys followed along. Even Chan decided to eat some of the soup as he began eating. All of you exchanging conversations about how their week had been going, talking with one another about all of the different things that they had been up to. 

Throughout the meal your hand innocently began to rest on Felix's knee while you spoke with Changbin about some of the songs he'd been working on recently. 

"I've been working on a joke song lately, Chan and I have been blocked," He sighed as he shook his head, Chan immediately laughing as he remembered the day they had spent in the studio creating a joke song together.

"What's it called?" You questioned with a hesitant tone, staring at Changbin who was starting to turn a little red. 

"Can't Live Without You Changbin," He answered making your mouth fall open as you began to giggle softly at the title track, asking him for lyrics as your hand slowly and innocently began to massage Felix's thigh not noticing what you were doing at first. The thing was that one small touch from you sent Felix into a spiral, pining after you as he felt your hand raising higher on his leg but you didn't seem to notice and if you did you were doing a good job at playing dumb. 

"Lix? You okay?" Chan's voice made you turn to look at your boyfriend who was gripping onto his glass of water so tight his knuckles were beginning to turn white and his cheeks were red. 

"Lixie?" Your voice came out almost as innocent as your touch but as soon as you felt Felix's leg twitch you knew what was going on and what was making him like this. 

"Feeling a little light-headed," He lied as he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip but you smirked to yourself. Raising your hand towards the crotch of his pants where you gently ran your fingers over the outline of his cock, just like you thought. He was hard and clearly ready for you which only made you smirk more at the thought of teasing him under the table in front of everybody.

"I'll get you some ice," Seungmin said as he got up from his seat and headed behind you into the freezer. 

"My poor baby," You cooed in Felix's ear, your breath sending shivers down his back and he knew then that you were teasing him.  

"Babe," He hissed to you so that only you could hear him but you ignored him starting to palm him through his trousers as you kissed his cheek softly. Playing innocent around the boys while you were doing something completely opposite out of their line of sight. 

You felt Felix twitch under your touch as you continued to palm him through the denim fabric of his jeans so you rubbed your hand down his thigh giving him a break but it only made him grunt out. 

"I'll get you back," You nodded at him as he whispered into your ear, 

"Not yet, the boys are all here." You stared at him and he glared back at you, wishing he'd never agreed to your deal about not having sex when the boys were at the dorms. 

"What if we had ice c-cream for dessert?" Felix stuttered through his sentence as you began to rub him again but he managed to keep his cool. Locking eyes with Chan as he hoped they would go to the store and buy something for you to share, 

"Ice cream sounds nice," Minho agreed looking at the boys for their opinions. 

"Sure. We could all go for a walk-"

"No! No! I mean-" Felix cleared his throat as he realised how quickly he had cut off Hyunjin and he bit down on his lip. 

"Y/n and I can stay here...We'll do the dishes," Your hands were on the table now, staring at Felix in horror as you realised he was about to get all of the boys out of the house for one reason and one reason alone. Punishment time. 

"If that means I don't have to do the dishes I am completely fine with that," Changbin called out as he rushed up to get his coat and mask hurrying so nobody would change their mind. 

"Amen to that," Jeongin chimed in, following in Changbin's footsteps as he headed for the coat rack at the entrance of the dorms. 

"Dish duty, I'll wash you dry," You told Felix as you began to run hot water from the faucet. Felix let out a dark chuckle as he came up to stand behind you. Grinding against you so you could feel what you had done to him over the course of the last hour under the table. 

"Oh no. We're not doing any dishes, not yet." He bit down on your ear lobe as you let out a shaky breath, 

"W-What if the boys come home and ask why they're not done yet?" Your eyes fluttered closed as Felix continued to kiss and suck down your neck until he reached your shoulder. 

"Then you'll explain something to them. I need you." He growled, running his hand up your thigh, lifting up your dress as you gasped out at the sudden cold air to your core. 

"My dirty girl," He mumbled against your neck spinning you around so suddenly you dropped one of the plastic cups you had been holding.

"Up on the side," You frowned at his words not moving, 

"Why the side?" You questioned, staring at the countertop behind you as he smirked. 

"You're right, food is meant to be eaten at the table." You let out a small squeal as he suddenly picked you up, carrying you over to the kitchen table before laying you down on the hardwood. Grabbing your ankles he pulled you to the edge of the table, putting your feet onto the wood and slowly spreading your legs to expose your clothed core. 

"My dessert," He chuckled, running his thumb over your clit through your underwear. 

"I haven't even touched you yet and look at you, already dripping." You whimpered as he began to pull down your underwear, lifting up your ass so that he could get them off with ease. He let out a small moan as he watched your core closely, licking his lips at the sight of you.

"Fuck, I'm starving." He smirked at you, putting your underwear into his pocket before kissing either of your thighs.

"Mind if I get a taste?" You hated that he was going to take his time with you when you both knew you wanted this to go fast so you could be together before the boys came home. 

"Lixie," You protested as he continued to tease you but he ignored you continuing to kiss your thighs until he reached your core. Blowing cold air onto your clit before smirking wildly at you as you let out small whimpers. 

"Lix." You hissed as he took his time, 

"I need you, don't tease." You moaned out as you locked eyes with him, he smirked sinking down onto his knees in front of you and he ran his tongue through your folds slowly a few times before attaching his lips to your clit. Moaning out in sync with you as he pushed his face deeper against your core, burying himself deep into you. 

"F-Fuck!" You cried out as he moans out against your clit, sending a vibration over your body that made you cry out his name.

"Felix!" You moaned out, running your hands down to his hair and threading your fingers through, begging him not to stop as he began to lap up your juices. Sliding two fingers into you as you cried out his name. Your legs began to shake as you felt yourself getting closer. 

"L-Lix- close," Was all you could manage to muster out as he hummed against your cunt. Dragging his tongue up the length of your clit and humming once again. Your body shook as he continued to do it over and over again, eating you out as if you were the ice cream he'd sent the boys out to get. 

"Felix!" You mewled out shaking your head as you knew you were going to cum but he continued to push against you. Staring up into your eyes as he smirked, 

"Cum." He ordered you, gripping onto your thighs tightly as he continued to pump two fingers into you roughly, curling them up as you moaned out his name. The pleasure exploding inside of you as you threw your head back against the wooden table, screaming out his name as he continued to eat you out prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking violently from his touch. 

"Cute," He chuckled darkly, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared down at you, a panting mess. 

"Your turn," You hummed as you slid down from the table, doing your best not to lose your balance as you pushed him onto the table. He leant against the edge of the table staring down at you as you shakily undid his trousers and pulled them down to expose his cock. You let out a gasp as you felt drool running down the corner of your mouth. Your eyes staring at his erection as Felix watched you closely, waiting to see what you would do. A giant smile took over his face as you licked him from base to tip before taking him into your mouth. He let out a groan as you began to take his cock in and out of your mouth periodically, pushing yourself deep so you could gag on it. 

"O-Oh fuck," He moaned out rolling his hips in time with you as you moaned around him, looking up to see him in total bliss. His eyes were fluttering as he let out small moans and whines, you continued to take him into your mouth. Gargling and gagging around him as you tried to please him as much as you could with your mouth but he suddenly held you down on his cock. 

"J-Just like that," He groaned out as your throat contracted around his cock for a second before he pulled you off him and moaned, you had a string of saliva and cum dripping from your lips and your eyes were tearing up but you'd never looked so sexy, 

"T-Table, quick." He moaned out, kicking off his trousers as you hoped back onto the table. Hearing him chuckle as you at the edge of the table, 

"No, no princess. Ass up, chest against the wood." You whimpered sliding down from the table and bending over so you were exposed to him. He pushed up your dress and slapped your ass cheek playfully, letting out a small moan as you bucked against his touch. 

"So obedient for me after being a tease during the meal," You shivered as he began to run his cock between your wet folds, your clit throbbing out for him to sink into you. 

"Tell me how much you want me," He was breathing heavily now as he continued to rub your cock through your wetness, you knew he needed you as much as you needed him so you weren't going to tease him anymore. 

"I-I need it, I need it more than ever...L-Lixie it's been too long." You whimpered in submission and Felix let out a whine. Sinking into you as you let out a loud moan, hands gripping onto the edges of the table. 

"All mine," He moaned out as he pulled back out of you looking down at his cock that was covered in your juices, 

"So fucking hot." He praised as he began to move inside of you once again. His dancer hips snapping in and out of you in practised motions as he fucked you, making you cry out as it built up your orgasm inside of you. 

"Fuck! Felix!" You cried out as he continued to fuck into you, making your eyes roll back as you laid your head against the cold wood, 

"Feel good baby?" He asked rhetorically as he continued to snap in and out of you at an unruly pace. 

His phone lit up on the table and he smirked feeling you clenching around him, he knew you were close so he told you to check his phone, 

"Who is it?" He questioned as he continued to slam into you, moaning out as he felt your wet walls clench around him once again just the way he wanted.

"T-The boys, they're j-just down the road," You dropped his phone as he pulled at your hips, 

"You better cum quickly then, unless you want them to see you like this," He hummed at you, reaching down to rub your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

"Do you want them to see how much of a cock whore you are, just for me?" You screamed out at the name and Felix let out a dark laugh, 

"You like that name? Looks like I'll have to use it more often my little cock whore," Without warning, you came around his cock letting out a pathetic squeak as your lips parted and his name was the only thing you knew what to say. Cumming around him until he thrust into you holding himself deep as he came hard. Hips jittering as he held you close to him, letting his hot cum fill you up as you struggled to think straight.  

After a couple of seconds, Felix pulled out of you, grabbing some napkins as he kissed your cheeks holding the napkins at your core. 

"Go clean up, I'll make a start on the dishes," He whispered to you, kissing you before you began to carefully run in the direction of the bathroom. The boys walking through the door a short time later and yelling out that they had ice cream and other snacks ready for when the dishes were all done. 

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Negotiations

⚓︎ Previous Parts: Betrayal, Doubts, The Race, A Challenge of Fate, Strange Happenings, Blurred Reality

⚓︎ Pairing: Jungkook x OC

⚓︎ Genre: Fantasy, Pirate AU, magic, time travel, romance

⚓︎ Warnings: mentions of destruction and death

⚓︎ Rating: General

⚓︎ Word Count: 3.9K

⚓︎ Synopsis: Things take a turn when Jungkook and Yoongi agree to meet with Akira to discuss some unlikely negotiations.

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Yoongi watched as Jungkook paced the length of the ship, his hands fiddling nervously with the hilt of his sword. Around him, the crew ran about the ship, preparing for departure. They’d been docked for too long. It wasn’t worth the risk to stay any longer. Just this morning, Jungkook had finally given the order after Jimin and Hoseok brought Aoi aboard.

The poor girl looked half dead when she arrived. Jin kicked Jungkook and Jimin out when they attempted to follow him below deck, insisting he needed his space to heal her properly. With his lip sticking out in a pout, Jimin backed away, scurrying off to help Seungmin with the riggings.

Jungkook hadn’t stopped moving, pacing the ship from bow to stern repeatedly. If the rest of the crew hadn’t been so occupied already, he would have picked a fight long ago. His face was screwed up as he fought with a piece of red string which dangled from the hilt of his sword. Twice he paced the length of the ship before finally detaching the string only to tie it back on and repeat the process again.

Yoongi’s leg hung off the side of the ship, swinging gently. The lapping of the water against the wood beneath him helped to keep his own nerves calm. It wouldn’t do to have them both so on edge. Jungkook had yet to brief him on anything. For three years the entire crew had gone through each day not knowing whether they would ever see their captain again. Yoongi wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when Jungkook returned, but it wasn’t this infuriating silence. They had always relied on each other, telling the other everything. This cold shoulder Jungkook was giving him was something Yoongi didn’t know how to deal with. Now that Aoi was safely on board the ship again and they were leaving port, Yoongi hoped to get some information out of the captain. Particularly anything useful on Akira.

“Captain!”

Yoongi’s head shot up to spy Jeongin spring up over the side of the ship. Reaching out a hand, Yoongi stopped the boy before he could reach Jungkook. “What is it?”

“Akira,” Jeongin’s eyes were huge and he fought to catch his breath long enough to speak, “he wants to meet with the captain before we depart.”

“Akira is here?” Yoongi cursed as he leapt off the railing. “Where?”

Jeongin pointed to the dock where a small group of four soldiers stood. In the center, Akira leaned casually on his walking stick. Catching Yoongi’s eye, he nodded lightly.

Turning back to the cabin boy, Yoongi instructed, “Climb up to the mast and get Jimin. Tell him to go below deck with Jin. His number one priority will be protecting Aoi. Jungkook and I are stepping off the ship. No one is allowed in or out of that cabin until we get back. If we don’t return-”

“Sir?”

“Two hours. If we haven’t returned in two hours, you have orders to set sail.”

“To where?”

“Tell Jimin to ‘Take Refuge’. He’ll understand.”

Jeongin nodded and darted across the ship.

Closing his eyes tightly, as if willing the situation away, Yoongi took a deep breath. Without opening his eyes, he counted Jungkook’s steps. As the captain passed, Yoongi caught his wrist. Finally pealing his eyes open, he was disappointed by the lack of disappearing problems.

Jungkook glanced down at Yoongi’s hand wrapped firmly around his wrist before lifting his gaze and raising a brow in question.

Yoongi jutted his chin over his shoulder to where Akira was still standing.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched once he found him. “How long has he been there?”

“He stopped Jeongin as he was boarding.” Yoongi released his hold on the captain.

“What?”

“Jeongin is fine, but Akira wants to meet with you.”

Jungkook gave his head a sharp tilt, his lips pressed together in a firm line. Yoongi could see the battle raging in his mind. He wasn’t about to leave the ship. Not with Aoi on board. Jungkook never said it, but Yoongi knew he trusted no one to protect her but himself.

“I think we should go talk with him.”

The look on his face betrayed his thoughts. Jungkook knew they should go. Swallowing hard, he looked past his shoulder to the door which led below deck.

“She’ll be fine. I’ve sent Jimin below deck to watch over her. The entire crew will be put on guard. No one will be getting anywhere near Aoi. Jimin already has orders to set sail if we aren’t back within an allotted time.”

Still, Jungkook hesitated. Yoongi did his best to be understanding, but Akira wouldn’t wait forever. Avoiding him now may come as an act of war.

“I know you want to protect her, but this may be the best way to do that. It’s not only Aoi you’re protecting anymore. You have the entire crew to think about.” Though Yoongi kept his expression carefully neutral, the sweat coating the palms of his hands betrayed his anxiety. If Jungkook didn’t agree to go, Yoongi could approach Akira on his own but he would never learn anything. Akira would speak only to the captain. This could be their last chance to try and get any useful information.

On the deck, Akira pulled his lips back into what Yoongi assumed was a smile. He would never understand what the females found so attractive about him. Akira could have any girl off the street with a smile and bow of his thick skull. It grated against Yoongi’s nerves.

“Hoseok!” Jungkook called for his master gunner as he passed by, “Where’s Chan?”

Hoseok pressed his lips together as he bent his body back at an odd angle. Grinning, he pointed toward the bowsprit, “He’s there,” standing up again, he straightened his shirt, “helping Felix with the rigging. Poor lad still hasn’t figured out how to tie a proper knot. He can do just about anything you set him to, but the ropes are his weakness.”

“He hasn’t even been here an entire month,” Yoongi said, “give him some time.”

“I’m stepping off the ship.” Jungkook said, wasting no time with small talk.

Hoseok’s mouth fell open.

“Jimin is acting captain. Chan will take over Yoongi’s duties until we return. Until I step foot on this ship again, you are to obey every order from them both. Presume I’m not returning and prepare to sail without me.”

Hoseok’s smile vanished. “Captain?”

“Your top priority will be Aoi’s safety. Do you understand your orders?”

Hoseok turned to Yoongi, desperate for an explanation.

Yoongi nodded toward the dock where Akira stood, that stupid smile still plastered to his face.

Hoseok laughed in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. After three years of avoiding him, now you want to talk? Captain, do you really think it’s wise?”

Yoongi gave a sharp shake of his head. He didn’t need Hoseok changing Jungkook’s mind now.

“I’m only going to speak with him. If all goes as planned, we’ll be back in a few hours. Have the boat completely ready to sail by than or I’ll have your heads.”

Hoseok dipped his head in understanding but it was clear he wasn’t pleased with the situation. “Yoongi? May I speak with you a moment before you go?”

Yoongi obliged, stepping to the side with Hoseok as Jungkook slipped below deck to check on Aoi once more.

“I know this is your doing,” he crossed his arms stubbornly over his chest, “Jungkook wouldn’t leave the ship of his own will. Not now. Not after everything.”

“What’s your point, Hoseok?”

“The crew just got their captain back. They aren’t going to be thrilled when they find he’s leaving again.”

“It’s only for an hour at most. He’s been gone longer.”

“You know I don’t question you often. I would trust you with my very life without an ounce of doubt,” Hoseok allowed a glimpse of fear to shine through his bright eyes, “but why? Why are you doing this?”

“It’s good to keep your friends close but better to keep your enemies closer.” With nothing more to say, Yoongi dipped his head in a farewell and turned to meet Jungkook as he stepped back onto the deck.

Yoongi cursed his pounding heart as he led Jungkook down to the dock. He knew he could show no sign of fear. For Jungkook’s sake more than anyone, he had to remain calm.

Akira greeted them with a pleasant smile. “Gentlemen, I thank you for sparing a moment of your time.”

“A moment is all it will be,” Jungkook said.

Akira didn’t appear fazed by the captain’s angry tone. “Shall we convene to a place with a few less prying eyes?”

Yoongi didn’t have to look to know the entire crew was watching from aboard the ship.

Jungkook gestured forward, “Lead the way.”

Akira kept to the alleyways, avoiding his own men scattered throughout the main streets. Explaining what he was doing with a well known pirate in his company promised to be far more trouble than any of them needed. At any given moment, Akira need only say the word to have Jungkook and Yoongi arrested. It was a show of his good intentions. Still, Yoongi remained on edge. Akira was not a man worthy of any kind of trust.

Beside Yoongi, Jungkook walked with an easy stride, his hands swinging loosely at his sides. To anyone on the streets, he appeared the epitome of calm. Yoongi however, saw right through the charade. On any other day, Yoongi found it difficult to keep up with his captain’s long strides, but today he kept an easy pace beside him. Jungkook’s head, though held high and confident, sported the smallest tilt as his mind undoubtedly raced faster than he could keep up with. He was a ticking bomb: fragile and ready to explode at any moment.

Fifteen minutes passed before they reached the old mill at the edge of town. Akira ushered them inside, carefully avoiding any prying eyes. They were then led through to the small room at the very back. A find layer of dust told of the room’s abandonment. Large maps of town and the surrounding ports with scattered points noted by red pins, covered two of the four walls.

Akira strode up to the desk. His nose scrunched as he wiped a finger across the dusty surface. “I do apologize for the state of this room,” flicking away the dirt, he rubbed his hand across his pant leg, “I haven’t been here in years. Business grew and with it came better accommodations.” He motioned toward the seats in front of him. “Please, have a seat.”

Jungkook ignored the offer. A silent warning which was well received. “What is it you wished to discuss? I have quite a bit of work to finish before we leave port.”

With a small huff, Akira fell down into his chair. “I suppose three years absence would leave you with a fair bit of unfinished business. Especially with the type of crew you’ve bridled yourself with.”

Yoongi clenched his teeth. He couldn’t imagine the things Jungkook had gone through, but he had seen first hand how the crew fell apart. Jimin, having nearly lost his mind worrying for their captain, stepped into the role required of him. Yoongi was forced to watch as the new captain slowly lost all of the light that was once so present in his bright eyes. Jimin was a good man and a better pirate, but without Jungkook’s guidance, he was a lost soul. Yoongi himself struggled to keep himself together. If it hadn’t been for Chan and Seokjin, Yoongi dreaded to know what would have happened to the crew.

Akira took advantage of their weakened state. Week after week, the Commodore sent ships to attack the Bangtan. It was all they could do just to keep her afloat. It was only the hope of their captain’s promise to return that kept them fighting, but his absence had taken a massive blow.

Akira’s eyes flitted to where Yoongi stood, the corner of his lips pulling up into an arrogant smirk.

“Get on with it, Akira,” Jungkook said, sounding bored as his arm shot out to keep Yoongi from stepping forward. “What is it you want?”

“To discuss negotiations, of course.”

Yoongi wanted to drag Jungkook out of there at the first sign of trouble. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all. Hoseok may have been right. Yoongi never should have talked Jungkook into coming. But the young captain’s interest was peaked. Pressing his lips into a fine line, Yoongi remained quiet. He would trust Jungkook for now.

Stepping forward, Jungkook took the seat across from Akira. Leaning back, he crossed one leg over the other. “What sort of negotiations? Surely you don’t believe I would grant you anything of mine.”

“My inquiry is only of peace. I request a truce.”

Jungkook laughed, “Come now, Akira. Do you take me for a fool? I am not inclined to believe such a ridiculous notion. Not when you are the one proposing it. Not after everything that has happened over the past three years.”

“You know me well,” Akira matched Jungkook’s laughter, “I am not one to suggest a peace treaty with a pirate. My entire life has been built around eliminating your dangerous lot from society. But these are special circumstances.” Both men sobered instantly. “Perhaps you should hear my terms before dismissing the offer so quickly.”

“You have my undivided attention.”

“I only wish to prevent my family’s name from becoming tarnished. My travels to different times has allowed me insight into a rather unsettling future. One which I hope to change with this meeting here today.”

Yoongi didn’t like the look in Akira’s eyes, but Jungkook sat forward as if interested in the proposition. “And the conditions?”

“Nothing but a simple agreement. You remain away from my family in exchange for a cease in all attacks on sea.”

“Only the sea?”

“My generosity only extends so far.”

Jungkook fiddled with the bottle of ink on the desk, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “I find this all a bit hard to believe. Peace is desirable, yes, and if it were anyone else I would accept these terms,” lifting his eyes, he met Akira’s stare, “but I can not put my men at risk like this. You have attempted to kill me one too many times for me to believe a word you say.”

Akira dropped his feet and slammed his palm against the desk, his voice straining as he fought to keep it low. “All I’m requesting is for an agreement.”

“And?”

“What more would you like from me?”

“The truth. A man like you does not simply step away from something he has been so actively pursuing. You sit there and spew these sweet words from your dirty mouth but I am not naive enough to pick them up.”

“I have told you nothing but the truth. You have chosen ignorance.” Closing his eyes, Akira took a deep breath and settled back in his chair. “Very well then, this meeting here today was only one of many paths I can take to secure a proper future for my family. Unfortunately for you, you have chosen a far more difficult path to follow.” Akira lifted the silver watch from the desk, blew off a layer of dust and flipped it open. “You see, I fully intended for you to reject my offer so I’ve taken the liberty of securing a bit of leverage.”

Yoongi’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. No.

“Even if you refuse my offer, my prize has already been taken. Without that girl by your side, the future of my family remains safe. Without a memory, I fear she’ll be far too easy to manipulate.” Leaning forward, Akira rested his elbows on the desk and folded his hands, allowing the watch to swing hypnotically by its chain. “You are referred to as the ‘Terror of the Seas’. Even without magic, it was difficult to find a weakness. Imagine my delight when I found it lying in my lap. That girl holds far too much power over you and now I will show you how to properly yield a person’s weakness against them. Let this serve as a lesson to you. No man is untouchable, no matter how strong they believe they are.”

No sooner had the words left his lips when Jungkook leapt to his feet and drew his sword. Akira scrambled for his own, shouting for his men as he did. Jungkook was quicker. His blade pressed up against the soft flesh of Akira’s neck before the latter could so much as finish his cry for help.

Yoongi wasted no time pulling out his pistol. Turning to the door, he prepared to meet whoever had been summoned.

Mere seconds passed before the door burst open and the largest man Yoongi had ever seen stepped into the room, a pistol drawn and aimed straight for Jungkook. Cursing his own stupid decision to come, Yoongi stepped between the gun and his captain. The expression on the officer’s face showed no sign of surprise. He simply raised his arm to aim over Yoongi’s head, aligning perfectly with Jungkook’s again.

“Drop the weapon or lose your hand,” Yoongi threatened.

The officer responded by cocking the pistol.

Yoongi cursed, mirroring the action. “This was meant to be a peaceful talk, Akira. What is the meaning of this?”

Akira, seeing the officer’s weapon trained on Jungkook, lowered his guard with an easy smile. “I said nothing of a peaceful talk. I only presented my desire to negotiate.” He shifted back but Jungkook matched his step, keeping his blade pressed against Akira’s neck. “There are things we both are seeking. Answers if you will. Answers I wish to find sooner rather than later.”

“Answers for what?” Jungkook said.

“Why else does one search for answers, boy? I have questions. Questions I’m certain you are not able to answer.”

“Try me.”

Akira shook his head. “I believe I have already mentioned your lack of answers.”

Yoongi’s hands were slick with sweat and he fought to keep the pistol steady. He should have known that nothing good would come of this meeting. Why had he been so stupid? What had he hoped to gain from this encounter that was worth the looming risks? A hope of ridding Akira from their seas and their lives. To see the crew sailing without constantly watching over their shoulders.

“If you lay a single finger on any person aboard my ship-”

“You’ll what?” Akira interrupted, “You’ll blow my head off? Do that and everyone aboard the ship dies, except the girl. She will live only long enough to watch as you beg for death’s doors to open. Only after will she join you in the pits of hell.”

Yoongi itched to the pull the trigger. The air was dangerously still. Simply breathing wrong could cause an explosion. The calm would not last much longer. Tension was rising and Yoongi could only hope they would be the ones to make the first move.

“Of course, if you both back away now, no harm will come to anyone.”

Jungkook scoffed, “You must take me for a fool.”

“It is no one’s choice but your own whether people die today.”

Jungkook didn’t have time to answer. A round of three shots sounded outside the door, too close for comfort. Each of their heads spun toward the sound. Seizing the opportunity, Yoongi took advantage of the officer’s distraction. Lowering his aim, he shot the man’s leg. Crude, but affective. The officer dropped his pistol as he fell to one knee, clutching his injured leg. Yoongi kicked the pistol out of reach, stepping closer to his target. Behind him, he heard the struggle as Akira fought back against Jungkook but he did not dare to turn away.

Tae burst through the door, immediately moving to assist his captain. Hoseok and Minho weren’t far behind. Yoongi blinked hard, not quite believing what he was seeing. What in the seven seas were they doing here? And why was Minho with them? The boy hadn’t been part of the crew for more than six days. What was Hoseok thinking?

Hoseok trained his pistol on the officer’s head, flashing a grin up at Yoongi. “Miss me?”

Minho picked up the discarded pistol as he ran to help Tae and Jungkook. Within seconds, Tae and Minho had Akira strapped to the same chair he’d been lounging in only moments ago.

Yoongi held his breath as Jungkook spun toward Hoseok, his eyes burning with a fire Yoongi was glad wasn’t directed at him.

“Why are you here?” His voice remained dangerously calm. “Who is guarding the ship?”

“It’s only the three of us here, Captain. Jimin hasn’t left Aoi’s side.” Hoseok’s voice shook slightly despite his relaxed appearance.

“I believe I gave you very specific orders. Aoi was to be your main priority.”

“You also told me to follow Jimin’s orders?”

“Jimin sent you? Why?” Jungkook paused, “And why is he with you?”

Minho grinned when Jungkook pointed at him.

“Well, they were going to send Felix, but . . .”

“After the incident, he was shaking so hard he couldn’t hold his gun.” Tae finished.

Yoongi cringed. “Do I want to know?”

“Not long after you left we found ourselves surrounded by several dozen of his,” Hoseok pointed accusingly at Akira, “men. We fought back but they’d taken us by surprise. It only took them a few minutes to have us all bound together on the deck. Everyone except Felix. I don’t know where he was hiding, but they missed him while searching the ship.”

“Don’t know how. It’s hard to miss that freckled face,” Minho added.

“He found what he believed to be the most affective weapon and-”

“Now the entire port side is blown off,” Tae finished.

“You both should have been there,” Minho couldn’t contain his grin, “he sent all of Akira’s men running back to shore with their tails tucked. Except for the few who were unlucky enough to be standing on the port side.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure he believed what he was hearing. “How did he not kill everyone?”

“Sheer luck?” Hoseok shrugged. “We’re all still here so I don’t know about you, but I’m counting my blessings.”

“We need to get back to the ship,” Jungkook’s face remained scrunched in a frown, “where’s Aoi?”

“Jimin is with her. She’s fine and those men never got anywhere near her.” Hoseok assured him.

“What do we do with this guy?” Tae jabbed his foot against Akira’s leg making him wince.

“Can I shoot him?” Minho’s hopeful expression faded with a firm shake of Jungkook’s head.

Turning back to Hoseok, Jungkook asked, “Is the ship still able to sail?”

Hoseok nodded. “And Binnie is working on repairing the deck.”

“Good. Leave him tied for now,” he shot a glare at Akira, “taking him would invite a battle with the armada that we don’t need. You can shoot him later.”

Minho’s lower lip jutted out in a pout.

“Hoseok, take the officer outside. We don’t need him helping the Commodore escape too quickly. But use your sword. We don’t need to draw any more unnecessary attention to ourselves.”

“You’re making a mistake,” Akira said, “You’ll regret not agreeing to my terms.”

“You’re terms sucked.”

“I will turn your life into a living hell.”

Jungkook raised his brow with a scoff. “You say that as if you haven’t already. Boys, I think it’s time for this man’s nap. He’s getting grumpy.”

Minho grinned as he raised the butt of his gun over his head, “Lights out.”

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Hellevator| Chapter One.

Han Jisung, a teenage boy from a group of friends - who are closer than brothers, turns up missing the morning after a party. His friends will do anything to find him, even if it means sending themselves to hell.

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Jisung’s house was one of your favorite places. There were pictures of him as a little boy, playing various sports. He had always told you that he was never very good at anything, but you’ve heard him rap and sing when he didn’t know you were around. He was beyond talented, his mother always used to make him sing happy birthday to her at midnight on her birthday. He loved his mother, and his mother adored him. He always took care ever, especially after his father passed. His house no longer felt like a home, not anymore. It felt more like a police station. There were cops everywhere, they were sitting at her dinner table, on the couch, they were in Jisung’s room, tearing up all the hard work he had put into making his room perfect.

“I told you this already!” Chan yelled frustratedly, throwing his hands in the air.

Jisung’s mother stood, tenderly wrapping her arm around Chan’s shaking shoulders. She whispered something softly into his ear, making him turns towards her. She placed her lips on his forehead and hugged him tightly. You were amazed that in the midst of her child being gone, she was still caring for his best friends, or her other sons, as she liked to call them.

“Officer, we have told you everything we know, and then we told it to you again, and again,” Woojin stepped in, his hand resting on Hyunjin’s back.

“And if it means getting our brother back, we’ll tell you again,” Jeongin stepped up from behind you and seungmin.

The main detective, Jung Hayoon, but she preferred to be called Detective Yoon. She was the first to take up the case, the second it came out that there was a missing boy from her town, she picked it up.

“One more time, please. I need to make sure I have this down, so we can go down every possible avenue,” she leaned forward, pressing her pen to the pad she had been holding.

“Did you have another shot, Han?” you scolded him before taking his red plastic cup. You brought it to your nose and immediately regretted that decision, “Did you rob a liquor store and put it in your cup? Jesus,” you shoved it back into his hand.

“It’s a party y/n, loosen up. You’re always so boring,” Jisung snapped, taking another swig of his own self made, deadly cocktail.

“I’m boring because I don’t want to get fucked up every weekend?” You crosses you arms, protectively over your chest, “At least I’m not drowning my dead daddy issue with alcohol!”

The words had already came out of your mouth, and all you wanted to do was to reel them back in. You didn’t mean it, and you knew he was still struggle with his fathers death. He stared at you with wide eyes, his cheeks were sucked in slightly as if he couldn’t let out a breath.

“Han...” you reached over to try and touch him, but he flinched back, taking you in from afar. “I di-didn’t mean to say that,” you kept your distance, your heart breaking a little more.

“Leave me alone, y/n. I don’t want to even look at you right now,” he quickly wiped his eyes, and walked down the stairs, standing at the bottom. “Who wants to do body shots!” He yelled throwing his hands up. The crowd of your peers screamed and cheered in response.

You swallowed back your pain, and walked back towards one of the spare bedrooms. It looked like it had never been used before, the bed was stiff and the sheets gave little tug when you sat down. You buried your face in your hands, tears threatening to fall again. You were glad when you heard the door open, cause it stopped the water from spilling over. You looked up to see seungmin walking over to where you were sitting. He frowned, picking your head up from your hands, cupping your cheeks.

“And that was the last time you saw him? After the fight?” Detective yoon, looked up, her face softer than it was earlier.

You glanced at seungmin who firmly placed his hand on your shoulder, and nodded. “Yeah.. that was it,” you felt the same sting of tears burning your eyes.

Sometimes the truth isn’t always the right path to take.

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