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taetaespeaches · 3 years ago

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“Why do you have a bra?”

hoseok x reader (oc) (feat. ot7+oc girlfriends) genre: crack; fluff (if you make it to the end) word count: 3.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Ok, this was complicated to write lol. But here’s the fic with the missing bra! It involves everyone, and though it's through Petal/Hoseok’s girlfriend’s pov, it’s also a third person narration with the whole group. This takes place about a week after, “How do we ever make it through your tours?” Tae and Peaches have started moving their relationship from friends to lovers but haven’t quite made it to couple status yet, but the rest of the group are coupled up. And Namjoon has found a bra in the company Cadillac that the members all share. Ok that’s all, I hope it’s easy enough to follow! And as always, I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! :))

“I’m absolutely not driving your company’s Cadillac,” Namjoon’s girlfriend stared at the man, his eyes widening in question as they stood in front of the fancy shiny vehicle.

“Why not?” He questioned the girl. “If anything happens we’ll just say I was driving.”

“Joon, you don’t have a driver’s license,” she pointed out to him bluntly. “I’m not taking any chances, we either walk and carry back food for thirteen people and Kookie by hand, or we take my car.”

“Alright,” he agreed, smiling bashfully. “Ok, hang on I think my sunglasses are in here though,” he noted as he opened the back door of the Cadillac and began rummaging through the back seat.

“You have like a bazillion pairs of sunglasses, you couldn’t grab any of those?” the girl teased, Namjoon sighing.

“A bazillion?” He questioned, enjoying the sound of the girl’s giggles. “I want these ones, they complete the look” he chuckled to himself, amused by his girlfriend’s playful scoff. “I could have sworn they were in-” he started to state as he dug around the seats before moving to check the floor, cutting himself off at the discovery of something. “What the fuck?”

The sudden comment, made out of surprise, caught his girlfriend’s attention as she leaned over his shoulder to peek inside the car, spotting a bra in his hands.

“Who leaves shit like this in a shared car?” He asked, staring at the clothing that sat in his hold. “Wait, did someone have sex in here?”

The bra was lacy and black, sexy but simple, rather flimsy, looking chic and expensive. Holding back a knowing smirk, Namjoon’s girlfriend shifted her gaze from the garment to meet her boyfriend’s eyes, the man looking shocked and appalled.

She knew exactly whose bra that was. And she was mentally rolling her eyes at you. Not to mention she was a bit let down that you hadn’t told her of your sexual escapade in the Bangtan Cadillac.

“You literally left your sunglasses in here,” the girl pointed out dumbly, trying to play down the fact that you, her very good friend, definitely fucked Hoseok in that very car, and didn’t even have the consideration to clear the space of all the evidence.

“Those are sunglasses, babe,” Namjoon pointed out. “This is a bra.” Well, nothing gets past that genius IQ. The girl stared at him emotionless, acting as though it wasn’t a big deal. “For breasts,” he added, enunciating the word as though it would snap some sense into his girlfriend.

“Jesus, I know what it’s for,” she laughed at him.

“Who was the last person to drive this?” Namjoon questioned, mostly rhetorically. “Tae?”

“Who would Tae be fucking?” His girlfriend asked him, Namjoon’s eyes going wide. “Oh my god, no, stop,” she attempted to halt his thought process before he could voice it. Taehyung and his best ‘friend’ were not having sex… at least not yet… she was pretty sure.

“Wait, Jungkook took the car to get coffees for everyone the other day,” Namjoon recalled, his jaw jutting in disapproval.

“You think they had sex in the car at 9 a.m.?” The girl asked him with a disbelieving look. “Where would they have even-”

“You know them,” Namjoon dismissed his girlfriend’s doubt. “Those two are sneaky.” She couldn’t help but giggle at his conclusions as the man stepped fully into leader mode, trying to sort out the mystery and figure out who the inconsiderate couple was.

“Ok, we have food to pick up Detective Kim,” she told him, snatching your bra from his hands and shoving it into her purse. “Give it a rest, I’m starving.”

By the time Namjoon and his girlfriend returned to the dorm with the food, everyone else had arrived for the movie night. Yoongi was stood in the kitchen with his girlfriend, an arm draped around her lower back as they both talked to Taehyung’s best ‘friend’. Said friend kept sneaking sultry glances at Taehyung from where he stood a few feet away, which he returned, and everyone in the room had to be absolutely clueless not to pick up on the sexual tension that existed between the two of them. But clueless they were.

On the couches in the living room sat Jungkook, his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh as she sat next to him. They shared the space with Jimin and his girlfriend, the two holding hands sweetly. On the loveseat was Jin and his girlfriend, who sat facing each other, seemingly in their own world.

And then, there was you and Hoseok, walking into the living area from the hallway, your eyes landing on Namjoon’s girlfriend’s just as hers widened. She nodded to her purse, making you pull your eyebrows together in confusion. Namjoon hadn’t mentioned the bra again since his girlfriend shoved it into her bag, so she was hoping to do a quick hand off to you and have it all be forgotten. She would lecture you on having sex in public or shared spaces later, to which you would meet with a scoff and an eyeroll because she was really the last person to be giving lessons on appropriate places to have sex. How many times had they been caught in Namjoon’s studio?

However, the message she was trying to relay to you with her eyes was not getting through because you had no clue your bra was in her purse, or that it was even missing in the first place. The night you and Hoseok had sex in the Cadillac, which took place a little over a week ago, was a lustful blur, full of sincere longing for one another after being apart for far too long for either of your liking.

Completely clueless of her efforts to keep you from being found out, your attention easily left your friend to focus on Namjoon when he spoke over top of everyone's individual conversations.

“There’s still some more food in the car, can a couple people head down and get it?” He asked, Taehyung’s best ‘friend’ quickly turning toward Namjoon with a smile and nod.

“I can,” she said as she started toward the door, always the eager helper. “Your car?” She asked Namjoon’s girlfriend, receiving a nod just as Taehyung stepped forward to lend his assistance as well. But you had been watching them a bit throughout the night, and you were not quite as clueless as everyone else. And not only did you want the takeout to make it from the car to the dorm unscathed and while it was still hot, but you also wanted to get the girl alone in case she wanted someone to talk to. You’d known her long enough to know she had a tendency to second guess when it came to Taehyung, and for the first time in a while, she looked truly happy. You didn’t want her busy brain getting in the way of that.

“Tae, stay here, I’ll go with her,” you stepped forward, leaving your boyfriend as Taehyung met your eyes in surprise before simply nodding.

“Ok, I’ll get plates,” he agreed as you locked eyes with his ‘friend’ and flashed her a small smile.

“Hey, wait, I need to tell you something,” Namjoon’s girlfriend whispered to you as you walked by her. Looking her up and down, you pulled your eyebrows together in question.

“You ok?” You asked her, the girl nodding in assurance. “Ok, well hold that thought, I’ll be right back.”

“No, no, wait-”

“Just give me five minutes, then I’m all yours,” you told her, just before leaving the dorm with Taehyung’s best ‘friend’.

Groaning in frustration at your inability to just fucking listen to her, Namjoon’s girlfriend pulled her phone out of her purse to send you a quick text. I have your bra in my purse, maybe don’t fuck Hoseok in the shared Cadillac next time, is what she planned to send you. However, she didn’t get that far because when she opened your bag to retrieve the phone, Namjoon spotted the bra inside, gasping as he quickly lunged to grab it.

“Alright, you horndogs,” he announced, partially teasing, partially genuinely disgusted and annoyed, his girlfriend rolling her eyes beside him. “Whose is this?”

Everyone in the room looked to Namjoon speculatively, squinting at the object he held over his head, trying to figure out why the hell he had a bra, and why he was accusing them of something they had zero clue about.

“Is that a bra?” Yoongi asked in confusion, his girlfriend cocking her head at it as Taehyung giggled from behind them.

“Why do you have a bra?” Taehyung questioned, everyone else’s eyes glued to the item. While everyone looked rather clueless, Hoseok looked confused, almost as though he recognized it and couldn’t decipher how a bra that was familiar to him wound up in Namjoon’s hands.

“We found it in the Cadillac,” Namjoon stated, eyeing a few of his most suspected members. In Namjoon’s opinion, it had to be Jungkook or Yoongi who had sex in the car, unless Taehyung and his best ‘friend’ were actually having sex, which he doubted. Surely those two hadn’t gotten their shit together yet. “Our shared Cadillac,” he emphasized, making sure his disgust was showing through his tone.

At that statement, Hoseok’s eyes went wide as he stared at the bra, memories of the night he picked you up at the airport flooding his mind. And because Namjoon’s girlfriend knew exactly who the bra belonged to, she saw the panic wash over Hoseok’s face just before he was forced to cover up an embarrassed smirk.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon suddenly accused, the younger man looking at his older friend with massive bambi eyes, his mouth slightly ajar, appearing as though he was innocence embodied, if everyone didn’t know any better.

“Whoah, that’s not mine,” Jungkook’s girlfriend responded to the accusation, holding her hands up to further emphasize her lack of guilt. Jungkook stayed silent, simply shocked and somewhat bashful due to his most admired hyung thinking he had sex in the shared car.

“Well it’s not hers,” Jimin randomly spoke out, nodding to his girlfriend. The girl looked at him questioningly, trying to figure out why he would say anything when they weren’t even being accused. “She rarely even wears a bra,” he noted proudly, a smirk planted on his face as the girl smacked his arm.

“Jimin, shut the fuck up,” she complained through gritted teeth.

“Well you don’t,” he defended, eyes widening when he took in her annoyance. “What? I like it,” he shrugged, the girl sighing as she shook her head. Meanwhile, Jungkook’s girlfriend had begun staring at Jimin’s girlfriend’s chest, trying to decide whether or not she was currently wearing a bra or not.

“Good for you, they’re so uncomfortable,” Jin’s girlfriend gave her a proud smirk with a head nod, laying the comment out there to show support for her decision. Jin let out a mixture of a light scoff and a breathy chuckle, cutely resting his head on his girlfriend’s shoulder. Jungkook noticed his girlfriend’s expression was set into a concentrated stare, making him follow her gaze. Rolling his eyes when he realized where her orbs were set, he moved his hand to block her view.

“Knock it off you pervert,” he complained cutely, flashing an amused smile as his girlfriend giggled, giving him a guilty grin.

“Yoongi?” Namjoon suddenly questioned just as Jungkook wrapped an arm around the back of his girlfriend’s head, ruffling her hair teasingly. Everyone’s attention shifted from the two maknae line couples to find Yoongi shaking his head, his expression showing complete disinterest.

“It’s not Kid’s,” Yoongi commented. “We’ve only ever had sex in her car and the last time was almost a year ago,” he added, his girlfriend rolling her eyes from beside him.

“Literally, a simple no would have sufficed,” she commented, Yoongi shrugging. “But that’s true, and it’s not mine,” she gave a small smile. “Who haven’t you pointed a finger at yet, Joon?”

“Why do you even care so much?” Yoongi asked, a chuckle melting into his words. “It doesn’t even matter.”

“It’s a shared space,” Namjoon pointed out, though he was holding back a small smile, aware that he was possibly taking the whole interrogation a bit too far.

“You don’t even have a license though,” Yoongi’s girlfriend pointed out, teaming up with her honey boy, making the older man flash a gummy smile.

“Yeah, you rarely even use the Cadillac,” Yoongi added, laughing a bit as he was amused by himself, his girlfriend, and his friend.

“Jin?” Namjoon suddenly asked with a sigh, his eyes slowly finding the eldest of the men, not even believing his own accusation.

Jin started sputtering, the maknaes already laughing at his anger as he prepared to lay into Namjoon for even thinking he and his girlfriend would do such a thing. “Yah!” Jin started before speaking so fast that hardly anyone could even follow his words. “How dare you” and “as if you need to know about our sex life” and “we’ve never had sex in the Cadillac” and “we know how to clean up after ourselves” flew from his mouth in his angry ranting before his girlfriend placed her hand over his lips, muffling him before he stopped with a huff. She simply smiled and shook her head.

“Not mine, but it is pretty,” she grinned, appreciating the garment for its aesthetic appeal. “Very chic.” And with emphasis on that one word, Namjoon’s girlfriend knew that Jin’s girlfriend had also figured out who it belonged to. In their eyes, there was no one more chic than you.

“Jin-hyung can’t have sex in the car anyway, his old man back wouldn’t be able to take it,” Jungkook teased, Jin shooting an offended look at the youngest man as he prepared for another rant, while Jungkook giggled at himself.

“Wait, how do we know it’s not your bra?” Taehyung suddenly questioned Namjoon’s girlfriend before blame could be thrown at Hoseok, who was scrambling to text you about the current situation. He knew he couldn’t lie his way out of it, he never was able to lie convincingly. He needed you.

“Huh?” Namjoon’s girlfriend suddenly asked in surprise, Namjoon’s eyebrows pulling together in question.

“You could be putting the blame on everyone else to cover up for your guys’ own mistake,” Taehyung continued, Namjoon’s girlfriend giggling at the younger man.

“Tae, why would we bring it up with everyone if it was hers? If that were the case, we could have just hid it and pretended it never happened.” Namjoon pointed out Taehyung’s flawed thinking.

Pouting his lips in thought, pulling his eyebrows together, Taehyung hummed. “Seems suspicious,” he muttered, Yoongi and his girlfriend laughing at the adorable man.

Just as Namjoon’s eyes searched the room, landing on Hoseok’s, the front door opened, distracting everyone for a brief moment. Much to Hoseok’s relief.

You and Taehyung’s best ‘friend’ stepped inside with your arms full of bags of food, your conversation slowly fading out under the suspicious silence that you walked into. Both you and the girl looked from person to person in confusion.

“What’s up?” The girl asked, suddenly becoming shy under everyone’s gazes.

“Peachy Keen, did you have sex in the Cadillac?” Yoongi teased, her eyes going wide as she looked at the man in question.

“I don’t think so,” she commented, almost as though she couldn’t remember, everyone erupting into laughter. Well everyone except for you and your boyfriend. Locking eyes with him, you saw the panic in his gaze, and you realized what was going on. The Cadillac. But how would they know?

Searching the room once more, you found Namjoon with a bra dangling from his fingers as his arm hung down at his leg. Meeting his girlfriend’s eyes, you found her staring at you with a similar panic to your boyfriend’s current state, though toned back in comparison to the worried man who owned your heart.

“It could have just fallen out of someone’s bag, you know, like maybe when someone went to the gym?” Your friend tried to lay out an excuse for you, nearly making you giggle as you set the food on the counter with Tae’s ‘friend’. She was really trying to get you out of this, and you found it to be very sweet, highly entertaining, and totally unnecessary.

As Namjoon turned to his girlfriend with a questionable look, you began approaching him. “Why are you being so dismissive about this- is this actually yours?” Namjoon asked the girl in a hushed whisper, entertaining the thought for just a moment that maybe the two of them had sex in the car and he simply didn’t remember it.

“Oh my god,” she sighed, just as you appeared next to them, both of their eyes darting to you in surprise.

“Thanks for the safekeeping?” You questioningly thanked the man, holding your hand out for him to pass your undergarment off. “You can give me back my bra now, Joon.”

Your near-emotionless expression, with just an edge of attitude and annoyance, caught him off-guard as his mouth fell open just slightly. He released his grip on your bra, allowing you to take it from him. Nodding to the man, you turned toward Hoseok who was watching you in awe while everyone else either chuckled or stayed silent.

What were they meant to do? Tell you off? Make fun of you? Please, none of these people had the nerve, and you wouldn’t care about what they had to say anyway. You were untouchable, and that knowledge had your boyfriend on cloud nine.

Smirking at Hobi, you watched as his shoulders relaxed, a sunshine smile forming on his face. And as you sauntered over to him, the man released a small giggle, all while Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment behind you. However, you couldn’t see Namjoon, and you didn’t care what he was doing, because Hobi was looking at you like you were a goddess and that’s all that mattered to you in that moment.

Standing in front of Hoseok, his arm easily slid around your waist, pulling you to him. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his face so close to yours that you were pretty sure only you could hear the words.

“It’s just a bra,” you smiled, Hoseok shaking his head in awed disbelief of you. “Can we put this in your room?” You asked, holding the bra up against his chest, the man smiling and laughing at it.

“Come on,” he said simply, removing his arm from you and instead grabbing your free hand. Before getting too far out of the room, he pulled the bra from your grasp and held it up to his eyeline. “I always loved this one,” he commented, Jin’s girlfriend giggling at the comment from inside the living area.

“Wait, why have we never done it in the Caddy?” Jungkook suddenly asked his girlfriend in an obvious whisper, Jin immediately letting out a sigh.

“No more sex in the Cadillac,” Jin spoke just as Namjoon expressed his disapproval as well.

“Don’t you dare,” Namjoon told them sternly, though he was fighting back a smile. Jungkook’s girlfriend simply placed a finger against her boyfriend’s lips, shushing him as she flashed him a smirk. Jungkook was obviously embarrassed about his not-so whispered comment, not actually enjoying knowing that his members all knew anything about his sex life.

“Don’t worry, we would never,” his girlfriend dismissed unconvincingly, Jimin’s girlfriend scoffing in disbelief.

Namjoon’s girlfriend placed a hand to her boyfriend’s bicep, placing her lips near his ear, making the man lean into the touch. “Why haven’t we done it in the Caddy?” She whispered, her breath fanning over his earlobe, Namjoon immediately becoming bashful as he squeezed his eyes shut, ducking his face toward the floor.

However, you didn’t care what was happening outside Hoseok’s bedroom because he was still fully impressed by you, and you were still soaking up the affection he was granting you. He had pulled you down onto the bed, hovering over you as his eyes glanced over your features, his gaze dripping in adoration.

“You know, I’m gonna marry you one day,” he noted sweetly, almost matter-of-factly. You beamed up at him, allowing your own orbs to drink him in, in all his stunningness.

“Only if I let you, Sunshine,” you teased, just as Hoseok kissed your nose sweetly.

“Oh you’ll let me,” he flashed a cocky smirk, you rolling your eyes. “Don’t be mean, just tell me you love me,” he giggled, you sighing in response as you fought off a smile.

“I love you,” you told him easily. “You better be planning on marrying me,” you fake glared, Hoseok smiling brightly.

His eyes continued to drag across your face, appreciating every inch of you. The gaze he gifted you with was full of so much love, you were once again overwhelmed by just how much the man cared for you. To be loved in such a way, and to be able to reciprocate the feelings with full sincerity was something you never would have thought you would experience. But there he was, and you loved him more than you ever knew you were capable of. Instead of replying to you, he simply lowered his lips to yours, showing you with the action how deeply he loved you, and how badly he wanted to spend his life with you.

Getting lost in the kiss, in him, you once again forgot about anything that wasn’t you and him. You would eventually make your way back to the group for dinner and a movie, but for the time being, you were more than content being wrapped up in Hoseok.

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pars-ley · 4 years ago

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Could you write a mafia au where the reader overhears the boys discussing about a rival gang wanting her in return for some deal and the boys are stressing out because they would never give her up yet the deal is of great significance? Maybe she runs away and hands herself over to the rival gang for the sake of the boys? Major angst and fluff too!💕 I love your writing so much ❤️

Gangs of Fate

Pairing: OT7 x F Reader

Summary: When a rival gang offer Bangtan a tempting deal, can you really let them refuse when it's you who's the bargaining chip.

Genre: Drabble / Angst / Fluff / OT7 / Mafia au / feat. Members of Exo

Warnings: Mentions of guns / Language

Rating: 15+ (SFW)

Word Count: 1.2k

Beta reader: @ditttiii

A/N: First off, no I am not an Exo anti, just needed a rival for the story and chose a group out of thin air. I'm so sorry this took me so long! I really hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for reading my stories!

As you stand there, listening through the ajar door, you're perplexed at what you're hearing.

"They're toying with us." Jimin's voice sounds. "They wouldn't actually give us that much power. They need those areas."

"What if they're being honest, though?" Jungkook asks innocently.

"It doesn't matter, we're not giving them y/n." Yoongi states, his deep voice vibrating through you.

"We know that, but Jungkook's right, what if they are serious?" Jin chimes in.

There's a long pause, for a moment you're worried you've been discovered but then you hear Taehyung's silky voice slice through the silence like a knife. "Tell me you guys aren't actually considering this?"

A screech of a chair and footsteps, you peek through the gap to see Tae pacing around the large round table they sit at, staring them all down. "Trading y/n just so we can own more streets? Big woop. We don't need them."

"We kind of do Tae, you know that. Exo has been stealing our territory for a while. We need it back. Otherwise, we hold no power." Hoseok interjects sympathetically.

Tae shakes his head, eyes wide with disbelief. "I can't believe you. I love her, we all love her. We can't trade her to them, who knows what they'll do to her. Not to mention the small fact that she is...what's it called again….oh yea, a HUMAN!" He bellows, the unexpected sound making you jump and sending your heart into overdrive. "I know we're criminals but we don't do stuff like that, jesus!"

Taehyung scrubs at his face.

"No one wants to do this Tae, you know that," Hoseok replies. "We all care deeply for y/n and we'll protect her at all costs."

"And yet here we are discussing it as though it's an option!"

The room grows silent. Taehyung stares at them, fury in his eyes and veins bulging in his neck.

"What shall we tell them?" Jungkook asks Namjoon, eyes wide and expectant.

Namjoon sighs as everyone else turns to him. "If we refuse this, it means an all out war."

Taehyung stalks over to the table and slams a black counter down in the centre before stalking off to the other side of the room, and leaves out the adjacent doors.

"Ok, we need to make a decision. If you think we should refuse the deal, place your voting chips in the middle." Namjoon orders.

Yoongi is next to chuck his counter down in silence. Jimin follows. Jungkook slides his alongside the others. Then Hobi and finally Jin.

Namjoon stands and places his chip on top. "War it is."

You feel strangely calm as you walk upto the building you know Exo reside in. A strange sense of ease fills you, even though you didn't want to leave bangtan, the love you have for them will forever be unmatched and the thought of them going to war because of you? You couldn't, no, wouldn't allow it.

You hope they will understand what is going through your mind by reading the words you left for each of them. Your fate doesn’t matter anymore, you know you did whatever you could to keep your boys safe.

You confidently push the button and listen to the aggressive bell echo throughout the building.

The door swings open and you are face to face with Kai, momentarily taken back by his beauty, his pouty lips pull up into a slight smile.

"Y/n?" He offers you a puzzled expression, before peering out and scanning the night. "Are you alone?"

You nod. "They don't know I'm here...yet. I would like to speak to your boss, please."

He pauses, eyes skimming over your face before he steps aside and indicates for you to come in with a wave.

"I'll need to frisk you."

You assume the position, legs and arms spread as he pats you down. He removes your gun from your thigh holster and tucks it into his belt, once he's satisfied and completely misses the small gun hidden in your boot, you follow him.

He leads you up a long, dark staircase, and your heart pounds in sync with the echo of your steps. You focus your gaze on the back of his head to stop you from losing your nerve. You are doing this for the boys.

He opens a door, flooding the stairwell with bright light, momentarily blinding you. When your eyes adjust you see him there; Suho. His swept back hair gives you an all-inclusive view of his handsome but impenetrable stare.

"Well, welcome y/n, so lovely to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Did Bangtan finally let you out to play?" He smirks, looking pleased, as his gang mates snigger.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead, choosing to place the rolled up piece of paper you carry on to the table in front of him.

He looks at it, the red ribbon the only seal between your current path and your new fate. Once he pulls the tie, that's it, your life belongs to them.

"What's this?"

"This is my contract. Please, read it through. They are my terms for me joining your gang."

His eyes widen before he masks it with a self-satisfied stare. "You will leave Bangtan?"

You nod, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. "As long as my conditions are met."

"Well let's have a peek then, shall we?" He pulls the ribbon, letting it unravel and lay limp on the table. Scanning through the document he rubs his chin.

"Hmm...interesting."

Your unwavering stare stays glued onto him. A battle of dominance. As long as you're here you will not yield to him, to any of them.

"So, as long as we don't start anything with Bangtan, you'll join us, is the jist I’m getting?

"If I have your word that they are off-limits, to all of you, then yes. I'll join you."

His mouth stretches into a broad smile, his teeth almost glinting in the light. "Deal."

Your heart sinks. You don't know what you expected. Him to refuse? Someone to rescue you? For him to simply change his mind? You knew none of those would happen, but yet, a dangerous hope still bloomed inside you.

He waves over Lay, another handsome yet serious face coming your way, bringing along with him a wax seal and a candle.

Once his seal is on that paper, there's no going back. Can you do this? Doubt rears its ugly head as you start losing your façade, your bravery trying to jump ship and abandon you, but you hone it back.

The boys beautiful faces flash in your mind, reminding you, once again why you must do this.

He lights the candle and holds the deep, red wax into the flame, you watch as it softens and begins to drip. Your eyes follow it until it’s hovering over your contract, poised and ready.

"Once I do this, you're bound to us?" He looks up at you with questioning eyes and you reply with a curt nod.

And so, he brings the wax down, just above the page.

A loud bang ricochets through the room, making you jump and your head snap up to greet the noise. Your heart swells before panic ensues seeing your Bangtan standing in the doorway of their enemies, swords and guns drawn. Here for you.

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taehyungs-perm · 4 years ago

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strawberry girl pt 3

taehyung x reader; college au; childhood best friends to lovers au; jock!fratboy taehyung

genre: fluff; major angst lol

word count: 11k

summary: i can pretend i don’t miss you. i can pretend i dont care. all i want to do is kiss you. what a shame you’re not here.

Part 1 here ; Part 2 here; part 4 here; part 5

playlist vibes

best friend | rex orange county

heather | conan gray

jocelyn flores | xxxtentacion

ivy | frank ocean

pretty little fears | 6lack

best part | daniel caesar (feat h.e.r.)

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Every muscle in your body ached as you tried to shift in your bed. Your head felt like it was splitting open from the massive pain. You peeled open your eyes that felt like they were glued shut. Every neuron in your body was sending the message “go back to sleep” but the hurried whispers in the room forced you to slowly open your eyes. It felt like you were experiencing a fever dream because you were not fully processing anything due to your half opened eyes and the massive pain coursing through your entire body.

You managed to make out Hana’s face hovering over you. Her eyes were filled with concern, “I don’t know what to do. She’s been like this all day. She hasn't moved at all and I’m pretty sure she’s been sleeping the entire time.”

Another voice whispered hoarsely, “Should we call an ambulance or take her to the on campus nurse?”

“I don’t know but she doesn’t seem sick, ya know? I think she’s probably just exhausted. She was running around like crazy this entire week.”

You shifted your body to see who the other voice belonged to.

“She’s awake!” the hoarse voice exclaimed.

The sight of his curly hair and big brown eyes made your heart feel like it was going to explode.

“Tae,” you sighed in a daze. You thought you were in a lucid dream so you reached out and grabbed his hand. It felt warm and comforting. You pulled him closer so you could snuggle against his arm.

You heard Hana’s voice. “She’s been saying your name all day. Did something happen at your party? Did you do something to her?” she said, accusingly.

“No! Nothing happened! She was totally fine the entire time!” he said defensively. You couldn’t fully concentrate or focus on anything but you thought you saw a blush rising on Taehyung's face.

He leaned in and you could smell his soap as if he just showered. He put his other hand against your forehead, “She’s a bit warm, but nothing crazy. Maybe she’s exhausted but someone should probably stay with her until she properly wakes up.”

You felt a spine tingling shiver coarse through your body. “I’m so cold,” you whispered, trying to curl in your blankets.

Hana’s eyebrows wrinkled in worry, “I gave her all my blankets already.”

“Here, wear this.” Taehyung pulled his arm away from you and he peeled off his gray hoodie, leaving him in a plain white shirt.

He handed it to you but instead of putting it on, you brought it up to your face and inhaled the smell of Taehyung in the sweater. It smelled so comforting. You wrapped your arms around the sweater and pressed your face against the soft fabric. You felt your head pounding again so you slowly closed your eyes, drifting off back into a dreamless state.

You felt your eyes open comfortably what seemed an hour or so later when the sun rays peeking through your blinds became too bright. You shifted in your bed and grabbed your phone. 9:57.

You yawned and stretched. The sound of your movements shuffled Hana and she sleepily glanced over at you. Then she immediately shot up in her bed, “Oh my god! You’re finally awake!”

You were confused, “What are you talking about?”

“_______, you literally slept for more than 24 hours.”

You looked on at your phone. It read monday. You slept all through Sunday. You were still groggy, kinda delirious from sleeping the most you had in your entire life, “Wait did I wake up at any point?”

“Yea, you were kinda in and out of consciousness. But you woke up slightly at one point.”

You rubbed your forehead with your head. Wait so that dream about Hana and Taehyung wasn’t a dream? “Hana, don’t tell me that my fever dream of you and...”

She chuckled nervously, “Sorry _______. That wasn’t a dream. He was really here.”

You closed your eyes trying to remember what happened but you were so sure you dreamt all of that.

You looked around your bed and saw his sweatshirt by your pillow.

“You’ve got to be fucking with me right now.” You groaned. Why did the thought of Taehyung cause sadness to bloom in your heart? What happened before you went to sleep? You were trying to think properly, but Hana interrupted your thoughts.

“You were so out of it. I’m sure he doesn’t think anything of it,” she said trying to calm your nerves.

Even though you couldn't recount what had happened on Saturday night fully, your “fever dream” was clearly printed in your mind, “Hana, I grabbed his hand. I took his sweatshirt. You told him that I said his name in my sleep.”

“It’s okay! He literally doesn’t care. He’ll just be happy you’re okay.” Hana said getting up from her bed.

You were massaging your temples because your head ached still.

“I’ll be right back okay? I’m going to get some food with Jungkook and I’ll bring you back some. I’ll stop by the pharmacy to get you Tylenol. Drink some water and freshen up.” She put on her shoes and waved bye.

The room was silent and you felt like you could breathe. Your mind was still reeling from sleeping for a long time so you were trying to recollect what happened the past couple of days. Then it all hit you at once. You remembered the night. How you came back to your room and sobbed until you couldn’t cry anymore. Until your eyes were puffy and bloodshot. God, you were a fucking idiot. Taehyung was bringing back the feelings that you tried so hard to forget. You tried your best; you put up walls for so long so your feelings didn't get hurt again. But it happened. You let your will slip. He was breaking your heart once again and he still didn’t even know

You didn't want to admit anything to yourself. All you knew was you were feeling like you didn't know what the fuck you were feeling.

The rational voice in your head kept poking your thoughts, “Why were you so sad? Why did you care so much?

You didn’t want to think about those questions because you knew the answer would scare you. You just knew you didn’t want to see Taehyung any time soon.

He obviously doesn’t give shit about my feelings so why the fuck am I letting it hurt me so much?

Suddenly, the door of your dorm room swung open and there was a panicked Kim Taehyung standing there.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you mumbled underneath your breath so he couldn't hear.

He raced over to your bed and you wanted to crawl away so desperately. You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when you saw his huge innocent brown eyes, his messy curly black hair, and his matching black and white pajamas.

He held your hand gently in between his two large ones, “Are you okay? How do you feel? Did you eat anything?”

He was out of breath as if he raced to your dorm. He continued, “I came here as soon as Hana told me you were awake.”

You slid back into your blankets so you could hide yourself,“I’m fine. You can go now,” You said softly.

“I can’t leave you. At least not until Hana comes back.”

“Taehyung, I’m fine okay. You can go,” The words came out harsh. You hadn’t really acted this cold towards Taehyung since the beginning of your college friendship.

You tried to avoid his gaze but you caught his eyes, “__________ are you mad at me? Did I do something?”

The words got caught in your throat. You held back the tears that were welling in your eyes. You steadied your shaking breath, “I’m fine Taehyung. Hana is bringing me food and medicine. Just go.”

You could clearly see the hurt in his eyes. You feel like a complete jerk for making him sad. Even though you’re the one who cried yourself to sleep over because your heart was in so much pain.

He nodded gently and left before saying, “Just let me know if you’re feeling better.”

You leaned back on your pillows, releasing a heavy breath. You were so emotionally drained. No wonder I slept for over a day. You didn’t know anything about what you were feeling but one thing was clear: being around Taehyung was a lot fucking harder than you thought.

As you relayed last night's events in your head, you tried to understand why you were so hurt. Nothing made sense and your head started to pound again. The door clicked open and thankfully it was just Hana.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She said carefully as she entered the room with a couple of paper bags in hand.

The tears that were building up from the moment you saw Taehyung came bursting out.

“Oh my gosh, ________ what happened? Are you okay?” She dropped the paper bags, shocked at your sudden burst.

You tried to wipe the tears from your face, “I dunno what’s going on with me. I just...”

She rushed over and sat on the side of your bed, “What happened?”

“Why am I so sad Hana? Why am I crying over Taehyung? I don’t like him. I don’t care about what he does.”

She rubbed your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug, “Oh ______, I know why.”

You looked up at her, through your teary eyes, “Please tell me. I’m so fucking confused.”

“You like him ________.”

You blinked at her and moved away from her, “No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. That’s why it’s hurting.”

“No, Hana I don’t. I fucking told you I don’t, so just listen to what I’m saying.”

“I know _________ you’re scared. You opened your heart to him and you got hurt. And you’re afraid to do that again.”

“I didn’t just get hurt. It fucking destroyed me. It hurt me more than you could ever imagine.”

“I know and I’m sorry that happened. But you can’t control everything in your life. You can’t convince yourself that you don’t like him.”

“I’m not convincing anyone of anything. I don’t like him. I don’t care, I'm not thinking about my feelings or about him. We’re friends.” You controlled your breathing and wiped the tears from your face, “I don’t know why I was so upset. Taehyung and I are just friends and I don’t have feelings for him.”

Hana sighed in disappointment.

You took a deep breath and made up your mind: you weren’t going to let this affect you. It was simple, just keep your distance from Taehyung and don’t be sad about things that you truly shouldn’t be upset over.

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You tried to avoid Taehyung as much as possible without it being completely sus. He had been texting you asking if you were feeling better and you responded with simple answers like “I’m fine” or “I just was exhausted.” However, the last thing you wanted was for him to confront you about your unusual behavior so after not seeing Taehyung for 4 days straight, you knew you couldn’t avoid him anymore.

“Taehyung, I told you, I’m studying. I’m trying to be productive so I can come to your game on Saturday.” You huffed over the phone when you finally caved and answered his call.

“Okay why can’t I just study with you? I’ll meet you at the library,” he whined.

“I’m not at the library,” You said flatly.

“Where are you then? I’ll meet you there!” Taehyung said pleadingly.

God he was relentless.

“I’m studying in the science hall. 7th floor towards the windows.” You said, giving up.

“Bet. I’ll be there in five”

Why did you tell him where you were? You were such a simp for Taehyung, and it was honestly going to cost you. At least this floor was empty so Taehyung couldn’t get distracted by anyone who passed by.

You went back to doing your chemistry assignment on acids and bases. You hadn’t realized Taehyung arrived until he sat down on the sofa next to you, the familiar scent of his cologne wafting your way.

“Wow, I had no idea this existed,” Taehyung said, stretching out his arms.

You briefly glanced at him. He was wearing a black sweater with light brown slacks, “What? The science hall?”

“Okay I’m stupid but not that stupid. I just haven’t been past the first floor.” He took out his laptop.

“Taehyung, I’m not sure why you wanted to come. I’m just doing homework.”

“Because I like watching you do homework.”

You turned to him and wrinkled your forehead in confusion.

He laughed nervously, “I mean like you’re always so focused and driven when you’re doing work, it makes me want to try harder and do my work. And I’m trying to focus on school and being around you motivates me.”

You turned your head quickly towards your laptop so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks, “Well good. Because we are going to be productive today.”

You two continued to do work in silence, with only noise coming from the clicking of the laptop keys.

After you finished your chemistry assignment, you took a break by mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.

Taehyung glanced up and said in a casual voice, “I finished developing my photos this morning.”

Taehyung mentioned to you before that he had been taking photos with his vintage Polaroid and that the process of developing them was difficult and time consuming.

“Really? Why didn’t you mention it sooner? I’ve been waiting all week to see your photos!!” You were genuinely excited because Taehyung hadn’t taken photos in forever and you missed how he used to light up while showing you pictures. Also, Taehyung was actually very talented and his photos were always distinctly him.

“You’re really excited?”

“Of course, Taehyung! Okay, hurry up take them out,” you said impatiently.

He smiled brightly and pulled out a navy blue folder from his bag. He pulled out a stack of photos and put the folder down. Taehyung leaned against your shoulder and gave you the stack.

You began to flip through each photo, carefully looking at each one before going to the next. Few were of nature scenes around campus, capturing the beautiful sunsets and the tranquility of the surrounding forests, including the cliff side ocean that he had taken to you during his birthday party. There were some of his friends. Photos of his teammates post practice of them smiling and laughing. Taehyung had a knack for somehow capturing the human emotion through his camera lens.

Then, there were some photos from the frat party. With the red solo cups and the faded lighting, the photos looked like they came straight out of a 90s coming of age movie. You paused at the following photo. It was a picture of you and Taehyung at the frat party. Taehyung was holding your hand and you were both intently staring at each other. You had your small smile on, the smile you reserved for Taehyung when you found him especially endearing but you didn’t want him to know. He was flashing his huge smile at you. You knew the expression you had in your eyes, and it scared you.

“Jimin took that picture that night. I had no idea that photo existed until I developed it. It’s one of my favorite pictures. Don’t we look so cute?” He said peering up at you.

“Yea, it’s cute” you said in a shaky voice. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the photo. You knew the all too familiar expression on your face and it scared you.

You quickly rifled to the next photo and it was of you. You were sitting on the picnic benches near the soccer field, surrounded by your notebooks and laptop. You were wearing a pissed off expression which was only further exemplified by you flipping off the camera and the cameraman. You vaguely remember Taehyung coming up to you after his soccer practice and exclaiming “say cheese!” which granted him this as your response.

“Taehyung, what the fuck is this picture?” You asked laughing at the sheer strangeness of the photo.

He pulled the photo from your hands and said, “No way are you taking this. This photo is my favorite picture of you ever. I’m keeping this in my wallet.”

You tried to snatch it away but Taehyung already shoved the photo in his wallet. He resumed laying his head on your shoulder as you continued flipping through his photos.

“Tae, these are so good. They are all so aesthetic.”

“You really do like them? You’re not fucking with me right?”

“Of course not. I’m being serious. You’re so talented. You definitely need to continue.”

He snuggled deeper into your shoulder and peered at you, “I will, but only if you’re my model for my next series.”

You scoffed loudly, “As if. I’m so far from being a model. You should ask someone like Jennie.”

“Why someone like her?”

“Cause she... knows how to model.” You were about to say “Cause she’s actually pretty” but you didn’t really want Taehyung's fake pity of “Oh no, you’re pretty too.” You weren’t and you were honestly okay with that. But you didn’t want people knowing what made you feel weak so they could offer fake sympathy.

He looked surprised, “Oh wow. I didn’t know that. I could ask her. But I don’t really want to.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Why?”

He sighed, “Jennie is fun to be around. She’s really nice and kind. And I like fucking her. But I don’t know what she wants from me. I’ve told her so much that I’m not looking for a relationship. That I don’t want a girlfriend. But I think she wants something. I don’t know, I think I have to sit down and talk with her.”

Sometimes, Taehyung didn't make sense to you. Or maybe just his duality didn’t make sense to you. He was such a cute, adorable, sweet boy sometimes but then you had to remember his infamous reputation for being the biggest heartbreaker fuckboi on campus.

You hadn’t realized but when Taehyung was talking about his relationship with Jennie, you found yourself playing with the curls of his dark hair, twirling the soft silky strands between your fingers.

You stopped the second you registered what you were doing.

Taehyung looked up at you and pouted, “Why’d you stop?”

“Oh, um, I didn’t know if you wanted me touching your hair.”

“No it’s fine. It’s kinda relaxing”

He went quiet as you continued to play with the curly strands of his hair.

“_________?”

“Yea?”

He asked innocently, “Are you and Jimin a thing?”

You stifled a laugh, “No. Definitely not. We’re just friends.”

“Oh, I just thought since you guys were talking so much lately.”

“Oh no. We were only talking because of your surprise party. He’s really nice and sweet but he’s like you. He doesn’t want a relationship and that’s something I want.”

“You know that I’m not going to stop being your best friend when you get a boyfriend. I was your friend first so your future boyfriend will need to back off.”

You laughed, “Tae, we’ll cross that bridge if we ever get to it.”

“Hmm, well I guess till then you’re mine,” he said leisurely.

Your eyes widened at his words. This was the second time he’s said that. But this time he didn’t correct himself.

Taehyung continued talking about how he developed the photos as he laid on your shoulder. You were only half listening because your mind was running. What did he mean by that? No no, stop overthinking. Stop thinking about your feelings, stop thinking about what he might have or could have meant. You’re his friend. That’s it.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1:36 am

You couldn’t sleep. You had to be up relatively early because Taehyung's game started at 11. You tried to close your eyes and calm your thoughts but it felt like your mind was running in a hamster wheel, just constantly spinning.

Your thoughts were preoccupied with many things. Firstly, you were worried about your chemistry exam grade. You felt like it went okay but you could never be too sure. Then Taehyung of course. You were convincing yourself to not think about your feelings because you knew it would only upset you. So you just kept on telling yourself that you wanted to be just friends with Taehyung. You glanced over at your roommate’s empty bed. She went over to sleep at Jungkook’s so the room was empty and silent.

You reluctantly grabbed your phone to distract yourself from your thoughts.

Your Instagram feed had become more informational, with you following mostly activist pages about climate change, politics, and human rights issues. You needed a laugh so you went to TikTok and scrolled through your FYP.

You were intently watching a “How to make photocards” tutorial when the screen was interrupted with an incoming call.

It was Taehyung.

Why would he be calling at this time? He should be sleeping by now.

You answered the call, a bit unsure, “Hello?”

“Hey _________!”

“Tae, you should really be sleeping,” you said, critically.

“I know, I know. I just....couldn’t fall asleep.”

You got concerned, ��What’s going on?”

You heard some rustling from Taehyung's side of the call and then he continued in a hushed whisper, “I don’t know. I just...am worried, I guess. I’m really stressed out.”

“About the game or school?”

“Both I guess. But mostly the game right now. I just needed to talk to someone. I wasn’t sure if you were Awake but I just wanted to see. Did I wake you up?”

You gave a light laugh, “Uh no. I was actually awake.”

“Please tell me you weren’t doing homework.”

“I wasn’t! I couldn’t fall asleep either. I just was on my phone.”

“Oh okay. What’s going on with you?”

“I believe we were talking about you,” You said, chiding him.

“Okay okay. But after we are talking about you.”

“Sure sure. Why are you anxious about the game? “

“I don’t know, I Just really wanna do well. I've practiced so much for this. What if I fuck up? What if I make mistakes?”

You had never heard Taehyung sound this unconfident before. He was always easy going, chill, and reassured, especially in himself. You knew for him to be feeling this way, he must be really stressed

You said gently, “Taehyung, why do you think you’ll mess up? You’ve always done great.”

He sounded so upset, “You haven’t been to my games ________. I fucked up so badly in the last one. I was supposed to pass the ball to Jungkook so he could score but I thought I could take it and they ended up stealing the ball back and scoring. I lost that game for us.”

“Tae, one mistake doesn’t define you as a player. You tried something and it didn’t work out and you learned from it. You’re literally the hardest worker I’ve ever met. You practiced harder than anyone else. You’ve been playing for so long and you’re the best player I’ve ever seen. I know that as long as you don’t get in your head, you’re going to do great. Trust your instincts and don’t overthink it. You’re a really, really good player because you react in the moment and go with the flow. Just trust your strengths and I promise you that you'll do great.”

He let out a shaky breath, “Thank you ________. Thank you for being here for me. I can’t tell you how much you mean to me.”

You felt your heart warm at his words, “I’m your friend. Of course I’ll be here for you.”

He said in a cocky tone, “So, you really think I’m that good?”

You scoffed, “Okay I said that to make you feel better not for your headass ego to inflate even more.”

“No, no, I heard it with my own two ears. You said I’m the best soccer player you’ve seen.”

“I’ve always thought you were that good, Tae. I just never told you.”

“Why not?” He whined

“Because you don’t need any fucking compliments from me. You get plenty already from your personal cheerleading squad.”

“But I only care about what you think.”

“Shut up. I told you so just remember it forever.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t think I’ll ever forget.” He paused, “Okay so why are you awake?”

“Um just I don’t know. I’m worried about my chemistry exam grade.” You chuckled, “Well I’m worried about all my grades.”

“_________, you’re literally the smartest person I know. And I know Jimin and Namjoon hyung. If you think I’m hardworking you’re like 40 times more. I know you stress out about these things because you’re not confident in yourself. And I know it’s not an easy mentality to change. So I just want you to know I believe in you. I always have.”

You went quiet. Somehow Taehyung could understand you so well. Maybe it was the years of growing up together or maybe he was that good at understanding emotions

“_________?”

“Yes. Sorry. I just...was thinking. About what you just said. I really appreciate it. I’ve just never had anyone say that to me. I just always forced myself to be on a team by myself. It’s just...really nice.. to have someone rooting for me too.”

“I’ll always be rooting for you”

It went quiet for a moment before he interjected his soft voice, “You’re coming to the game tomorrow, right?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good, good. I really want you to be there.” He paused, “________?”

“Yes Tae,” you said laughing. You loved the way your name sounded when it came out of his mouth.

“Would you do something for me?”

“What?” What could I possibly do for him?

“Can you wear my jersey at the game tomorrow?”

Your jaw dropped. Wearing a soccer players jersey at your school wasn’t simply just wearing a soccer jersey. Only the people who either were officially dating a player or hooked up most often with a player wore said player’s jersey. It was kinda symbol that you were “with” that player either officially or unofficially. So Taehyung asking you to wear his jersey was definitely something you were not at all expecting.

You were trying to think of a coherent sentence but all that came out was, “Um.”

“You totally don’t have to! I just thought it would be nice since you’re my closest friend.”

You blinked. It was past 2 am now. Neither of you were thinking clearly. There was no way he means anything by it other than he wants someone in the stands supporting him.

“I would! But I don’t have your jersey.” There. That wasn’t a lie, but this way you don’t have to get yourself entangled in something.

“I’ll give one to you tomorrow! Before the game!”

Fuck.

“Oh okay. Sure then.” What the fuck did you just agree to?

“Great! I’m so excited!”

You rubbed your forehead with your free hand, “Tae, it’s getting really late. You should go to sleep.”

He sighed, “Yea. I should. You should too.”

“Yea.”

But neither of you hung up.

Taehyung said sincerely, “Thank you. For talking to me. I didn’t know what I needed but I knew I needed to talk to you.”

“Anytime. Thanks for not being a clueless headass. And for comforting me.”

“Anything for you, strawberry girl,” he said teasingly.

“Bye.” you whispered

Then you hung up the phone, left in the silence of your whirring air conditioner. It’s just a fucking shirt; it’s just polyester. It doesn’t mean anything. Stop overthinking. But that didn’t stop your mind from dissecting every possible meaning of Taehyung’s words.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You jolted awake at the feeling of someone shaking your body.

“Get up ___________! We have to go! We’re going to be late!” yelled Hana’s overly enthusiastic voice.

You rolled over in your bed burying yourself in your blankets, “Late for what? I’m so tired.”

By the time your mind had literally exhausted itself from tiredness, it was almost 5 am. You truly could not think of one good reason to get up and leave your bed.

“The game? The one you promised you would go to?” Hana stated with her hands on her hips. She was wearing Jungkook’s jersey tucked into a pair of ripped black shorts. Her curly black hair was tied into two high pigtails.

Oh fuck, you kinda forgot about the game. The one you promised Taehyung you would actually go to.

“Right,” you groaned as you sat up in your bed.

“Please get dressed! It’s already 10:30!”

You got dressed wearing jeans and a white long sleeve shirt, completely forgetting about the agreement you made with Taehyung. After shoving a cliff bar in your purse, Hana dragged you out of the room.

You and Hana raced to the stadium but paused when you heard someone calling both your names.

You two turned in the direction of the voice and saw Jimin running over from the side entrance of the field, as if he were coming from the locker rooms.

“________! Hana!” he said, waving. He was clutching something in his hand.

“Hey Jimin,” you said, confused. Why is he not with his team? The game is about to start.

“I’m glad I caught you guys!” He said huffing, slightly out of breath.

“What’s up?” Hana said.

“Um _______ this is for you.” He said handing whatever he had in his hand to you.

You accepted it and unraveled the item. It was Taehyung's jersey. You glanced at Hana’s face briefly just to see her shocked reaction, “Oh yea. I forgot.”

“Yea Taehyung was.....um....late this morning to practice.” Jimin said laughing, “He’s doing his warm ups right now. He couldn’t be here to give you the shirt himself so I was the messenger.”

“Right. Thanks for doing that. You really didn’t have to. I’m sure you’re so busy with the game starting soon and all.” You were kinda confused why Jimin was laughing about Taehyung being late to practice but you shrugged it off.

“No worries. Taehyung is my best friend and I would do anything to help him out.”

Oh, maybe Jimin feels bad about talking to me so much so he’s doing nice things for Taehyung. Nah that would be stupid.

“Well good luck on the game! I know you guys will do great” Hana exclaimed excitedly.

You nodded in agreement and waved as Jimin ran back to the locker rooms.

“What the fuck _________? He gave you his jersey? When was this planned?”

“Literally, it doesn’t mean anything. He called me last night and told me so last minute. I said sure but I didn’t have a jersey so I didn’t think I would end up actually having to wear it!”

“No no, this means something! I know you don’t want to hear it but he might genuinely like you. I know you keep telling yourself that you don’t like him but you need to confront feelings eventually,” she said as you entered the stadium.

You rolled your eyes, “That sounds like a later problem.”

You and Hana made your way to the second row of bleachers. You were still holding Taehyung's jersey, a bit hesitant to put it on over your white shirt.

Hana glared at you, “Are you seriously not going to wear his jersey _______? I mean Jimin literally ran from th-” She stopped talking and her mouth gaped in shock. You followed her eye line and saw what she was staring at. Jennie and one of her friends were walking up the steps and were making their way to sit right in front of you and Hana. However you quickly noticed what Hana dropped her jaw over. Jennie was wearing Taehyung's jersey. And she of course made it look like the cutest outfit as she tied it up in knot that complemented her jean shorts so well.

You felt immense jealousy rise in your stomach. You were supposed to be the one wearing his jersey! Then your feelings turned to anger: he really thought he could have two girls show up in his jersey. Then your feelings of anger changed to defeat and insecurity: well of course he gave her his jersey. They fuck all the time plus she looks so good in his jersey. They both look so good together as a couple. Why did you keep trying to insert yourself in a situation that you weren’t relevant in? Clearly, there was some misunderstanding and you weren’t supposed to actually wear his jersey.

You looked sadly at his jersey lying in your lap. You got lost in your thoughts when Hana tapped your phone sitting next to you.

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion but picked up your phone.

Hana: listen to jennie

You started to listen in her conversation with her friend.

The friend on her right (her name was Lisa you think?) whispered in a harsh tone, “So Jennie are you and Taehyung together then?”

Jennie flipped her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder, “Not yet. But we’ve been seeing each other more often.”

Lisa asked curiously, “Did he give you that jersey?”

Jennie said in an uptight tone, “Well, this is one he gave me earlier this year to wear. But I can wear it for this game too.”

The conversation between Jennie and Lisa got interrupted when another girl, Jisoo, came and sat down on Jennie’s left. Jisoo, leaned into the conversation, “Where were you last night Jennie? We were so worried when you got up and left at midnight.”

Jennie laughed with her hand covering her mouth, “Don’t worry. I was perfectly fine.”

She elaborated further, “I was at Taehyung’s.”

Lisa and Jisoo gasped. You immediately looked at Hana.

You: they fucked

Hana: you don’t know that!

You: u srsly believe that?

You stopped texting Hana to listen in again.

Lisa grabbed Jennies arm, “Are you being for real?”

“Of course I am! Taehyung called me and said he needed me. So I went over.”

“What happened?” jisoo asked, concerned.

“He was stressed out.”

“And?” Lisa asked eyes widened with anticipation

“And I helped him relieve his stress” she said with a smirk

Jisoo covered her gaped mouth with her hand, “You and taehyung are fucking so often now! Are you sure you guys aren’t exclusive now?”

Jennie said in a strained voice, “I’m not sure but I think we will be officially together very soon.”

Lisa and Jisoo squealed. Jennie giggled, “I almost got him in trouble”

Lisa gave a high pitched laugh, “Oh my gosh Jennie what did you do?”

“Well this morning, I couldn’t leave without making sure all of his stress was completely relieved. And he ended up being late to this morning's warm up.” she said cackling.

You remembered how Jimin said that Taehyung was late this morning when he was giving you Taehyung's jersey.

You: he was late bc he was fucking Jennie

You: that’s why jimin gave me his jersey

Hana: bro wtf is wrong w taehyung. why is he acting so weird

You: whatever idc I’m not wearing his fucking jersey tho

Hana: it’s ok to be upset

You: like i said, idc. taehyung and i are friends. he can do whatever he likes

Hana: ur just avoiding ur feelings

You: fuck off

Jennie and her clique started to chat about the cheerleading team and you went back to staring at the jersey on your lap.

Then it clicked. Taehyung called you last night. He must have fucked Jennie and then called you. What the fuck. When he called you, he said he knew he needed to talk to you. But Jennie said he said that to her too. All of those things he said to you, did he really mean them? Or did he just say it? Taehyung literally just made everything confusing. You closed your eyes. We are friends. That’s it. Don't think about anything else. Don’t think about your feelings towards him; don’t think about why you cried that night. You and Taehyung are friends. Simple

Your thoughts were interrupted when the crowd started to cheer. The soccer teams from both sides came out. The announcer introduced each player one by one. When it came to Taehyung's name, Jennie stood up and squealed, “Yes Tae!”

You couldn’t help but look at Hana and roll your eyes at Jennie's actions.

You caught a small glimpse of Taehyung. You thought you saw him wave but it happened so quickly you didn’t wave back.

You didn’t watch sports too much but with stakes high and the overwhelming energy, the game was very interesting to watch. Jungkook scored the majority of the goals as he was the lead striker. Taehyung and Jimin were on offense with him and assisted with many of the shots. Hobi was the midfielder with Jin and Yoongi as defense. Namjoon was the star goalkeeper.

The game was tied in the last quarter 5-5. Everyone was on the edge of their seats waiting to see who would win this year’s championships. With less than one minute on the clock, Taehyung scored the winning final shot. The crowd went crazy with cheers as the boys formed a group hug around tae.

Everyone from the stands went rushing down into the field to congratulate the team. You and Hana made your way down the bleachers and to the field. The second you two reached the field, Hana sprinted to jungkook and gave him a giant hug. You smiled. They were so cute together.

You wanted to congratulate Taehyung, but, of course, he had a huge crowd around him, congratulating him for scoring the winning shot. You felt pride in your heart because you knew Taehyung would do well. Once he stopped overthinking and trusted in his abilities, he always succeeded. Your thoughts of admiration of Taehyung were interrupted when Jennie pushed past you and the crowd surrounding Tae. She walked right up to him, threw her hands around his neck, and kissed his cheek, “I’m so proud of you, Tae. I knew you could do it.”

Well, never mind. I’ll just go now since he’s busy with her. You turned away from Taehyung's direction and were about to leave the field when you heard someone calling your name.

“________!” You saw Jimin racing over, waving.

“Hey Jimin! Congrats on the game! You did so well!”

He stopped in front of you, “Thank you! I’m glad all of our hard work paid off.”

“Yea, I know you guys practiced like crazy these past few weeks.”

“I’m also happy that you came out for once! I can’t believe this is the first game you’ve come to all season.”

You laughed nervously, “Yea I know I should’ve come to some more games. I just didn’t really see the point of coming out to support Taehyung if he kinda ignored me the whole time.”

“Well, Taehyung is kinda dense. He doesn’t really know what he’s missing if he’s ignoring you. Come for me next time!”

“Okay okay I will!” You said smiling at Jimin. You wished you could like someone like Jimin. He seemed like a pretty straightforward guy. But of course...things could never be simple for you.

You and Jimin talked for a bit longer about your classes until Taehyung came up to both of you and cleared his throat. He was still sweaty from the game so his curls were stuck to his face a bit. You noticed he was wearing a black wire headband and somehow he made it look hot.

“Hey _________,” he said, once again wearing his fake smile.

Keep things simple. Just friends. You can’t be mad at him for being with Jennie when you're literally just a friend.

“Hey Taehyung. Great game. You did so well. I’m so proud of you!” You said in a cheerful voice. He gave you a look because he knew you were acting weird.

“I’m glad you came. To see me.” Taehyung said, emphasizing the last part to Jimin.

“Well, I came to support the team so all of you guys.” You said, correcting him.

Taehyung came over next to you and turned to Jimin, “I think Namjoon hyung is looking for you. You better go.”

Jimin laughed because he knew what Taehyung was doing, “Okay I’ll go then! Thanks for coming _________. You should come to our party tonight by the way!”

You were about to respond with a “we’ll see” but Taehyung interjected, “I already invited her so you don’t need to.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him because Taehyung did not invite you.

“Thank you Jimin for the invite. I’ll have to see.” you added kindly.

Then he was gone and it was just Taehyung and you.

He frowned, “Why didn’t you wear my jersey?”

Oh god. Not this again.

“I figured you gave it to me by mistake since Jennie is wearing your jersey.”

“I didn’t ask her to do that. I asked you. I wanted you to wear it.”

“Cool Taehyung. I don’t really care. She came in wearing it and I didn’t wanna look like a side chick so I decided not to.”

“Fine. I guess. I wish you wore it still. Why didn’t you wave back to me?” He added in another accusatory tone.

“I don’t know Taehyung. I didn’t see you.”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what? I’m not your fucking girlfriend so you don’t get to interrogate me.“

“You’re my friend and I care about what you think of me. Is that so wrong?”

“I don’t know Taehyung. Is that what you say to all your ‘friends,’” you said, miming the quotations.

“What the fuck are you going on about?”

“Just next time don’t fucking call me saying you need me after you’ve fucked another girl.”

Your head felt like it was going to explode. So much for trying to keep it simple. You were going to leave because honestly the damage was done and you didn’t know taehyung would ever talk to you again. All your hurt feelings were just coming out and you couldn’t stop yourself.

But he pulled your arm back so you faced him.

“Is that what this is about? Me and Jennie?”

“Like I said, Taehyung. I don’t want to get in the middle of something. So if you could just stop pretending like I mean a lot to you, this would make it easier. You and Jennie can be together and I can disappear from your life.”

“_______. Jennie and I are not together. We fuck. That’s it. There’s no feelings involved.”

“There’s always feelings involved.”

“Well not from my side.”

“Then why did you call her last night saying that you needed her”

“I didn’t say that. I said I needed to relieve some stress so I asked her if she was down to have sex. She said okay. We fucked. That’s it.”

Every time Taehyung said “we fucked” it was like a shot to your heart.

“Okay. Taehyung, I don’t get why you’re telling me this. You can do whatever you want. I just don’t want to get involved.”

“Involved in what? You’re my friend. I don’t get what so complicated about this.”

“Nothing is complicated. We’re fine Taehyung.” You desperately just wanted to leave but he wasn’t letting your arm go.

“_________. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I don’t know what I did exactly but I’m sorry to have made you feel upset.”

You sighed. He just didn’t see it the way you did. Whatever. It’s fine. It’s fine, “It’s okay. I’m sorry for getting mad at you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He asked, “We’re good?”

You affirmed, “We’re good”

“So what are you doing now?”

“I dunno. I’m probably going to go make some strawberry cupcakes again. I’ve got a lot on my mind and I just need to relax I guess.”

“Can I come?”

What? Did he mean he wanted to come bake with you?

“You want to bake cupcakes? With me?”

“Yea” he said shrugging, “Why not? We’ve barely hung out this week.”

“You don’t have anything else you need to do? Or someone else you need to be with?” You said nodding in the direction of the crowd behind Taehyung. Jennie was towards the front of the crowd, looking very pissed off, as she stood with her clique.

Taehyung looked behind him then turned to you, sweeping his curls out of his face, “Nah. I’ve got nothing to do.”

You wanted to say no but there was still a part of you that wanted Taehyung to yourself, “Ok. Let’s go then.”

“Lemme grab my bag and we can go,” He said with his boxy smile.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It felt really weird taking Taehyung back to your dorm you thought as you unlocked your room door to let him in.

Hana had told you she would be with Jungkook the entire day so you most likely wouldn’t see her for a while.

“I gotta check something on my laptop real quick but then we can go to the kitchen on this floor and start,” you said to Taehyung as you hopped onto your bed. You opened your laptop and glanced up at Taehyung. He was checking himself out in the mirror. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. You were scrolling through your grade book to see if anything had been updated when Taehyung stated he was going to change.

You looked up and nodded, thinking he was going to use the bathroom and change. But he did not. He pulled off his shirt by grabbing the shirt from behind his neck (how did that look so hot) and your mouth went completely dry at the sight of his bare upper body. His melanin golden skin looked ethereal. His upper body was well defined and toned. You almost lost it at the sight of his chiseled collar bones that protruded from his chest. You could eat fucking cereal out of his collarbones, they were that defined. He looked like he was sculpted from a golden statue by Van Gogh himself. The more you caught yourself drooling over Taehyung the more you realized you were totally and incomparably, fucked.

You hadn’t realized you were ogling Taehyung until his eyes met yours.

“See something you like?” He said with a tantalizing smile.

Fuck. You needed to pretend like you didn’t care. You gave him an analyzing look. “Seems like chocolate cake girl got the lesser end of the deal,” you said shrugging.

Taehyung pulled on a white shirt with the word CELINE printed on it with black bolded letters. He strided over to you, smelling like fresh deodorant, “Fuck off. I saw you staring.”

“Whatever,” You waved him off

He leaned in close, his breath tickling your cheek, “You can say whatever, but your cheeks are still red from blushing.”

Oh fuck. You could feel your cheeks reddening further.

“It’s okay. I think it’s cute.”

You turned your head to him, trying to remain as stoic as possible, “you think what’s cute?”

“I think your innocence is so cute. You act like you can be unaffected by everything. But I know how to make you crumble.” He winked and you felt breathless.

He knows what effect he has on me. Great.

“C’mon _______ I was promised some cupcakes.” he said, tugging your arm away from the bed.

You grabbed the strawberries from the fridge and your baking basket. You two went to the kitchen and you started organizing everything. You quickly realized just how different you and Taehyung were.

You were the person who liked to set everything up, go through the directions, and then begin. Taehyung was the kind of person who liked to jump right in. But somehow, you felt like you balanced each other out in the best way. After a flour spill, a few extra broken eggs, and a ton of dishes to wash, somehow you were able to make strawberry cupcakes with Taehyung.

You cleaned up all the messes Taehyung made (he claimed it wasn’t his fault but rather gravity) while he washed all the dishes when the cupcakes were placed in the oven.

Once the cupcakes were frosted and everything was cleaned, you two headed back to your room.

You set the platter of desserts down and took a deep breath, “That somehow gave me more stress.”

“Hey! We had fun! I was a great co chef,” Taehyung said as he picked up a cupcake.

“Were you now? That’s highly debatable,” You said giggling at him.

“These are so fucking good. I missed your food so much.”

“Gee thanks. Glad you missed me.”

“Shut up, I’ve told you how much I missed your headass.”

You took a bite of the cupcake in your hand and it tasted surprisingly good given that Taehyung helped you make them.

Taehyung's phone lit up and the background caught your eye.

“Aww, wait did you make your phone background your photos?” you said grabbing his phone.

“Well actually...” he said trailing off as your eyes widened as you actually saw what was his phone lock screen. Your mouth went dry. It was the photo of you and Taehyung at the party. The photo that frightened you so much.

“I just really like that picture of us. It makes me happy when I see it.”

“Yea. It’s a cute photo” you said not really paying attention to your words. Your heart was racing. Just friends, you repeated to yourself. Don’t think about your feelings.

“Okay now what?” Taehyung said cheerfully.

“Don’t you have a party tonight? Do you need to head back?”

“Eh. I’ll go later. I just wanna chill for now,” he leaned back on his hands.

The voice of reason in your head was telling you that you should tell Taehyung to leave, that you should do some homework and push him away before you start getting any ideas.

But your voice of reason was drowned out by your actual voice, “Do you wanna watch a movie or something?”

He perked up, “Yea that sounds good.”

He jumped onto your bed and got comfortable as if it was a totally normal routine for him. Taehyung’s eyes caught something on your bed and picked up the gray cloth by your pillow, “Uh, ________ is this my sweatshirt?”

You closed your eyes, cringing at the situation. You had been meaning to give Taehyung his sweatshirt back but between avoiding him and also hanging out with him, you had completely forgotten. Also, it was really comfortable to wear.

You tried to keep a straight face, “Yep. You left it here I think.”

He smiled, trying to catch your embarrassment, “I actually didn’t leave it here. Don’t you remember?”

You sneered at him, “Yes I remember. You gave it to me because it was cold but I just forgot to give it to you. You can take it back now.”

He looked very unconvinced, “Right. You forgot. You didn't like sleeping with it or anything.”

You opened your mouth to say something but he laughed loudly, “I'm kidding. Maybe. C'mon, let's watch something.”

You grabbed your laptop, sat on the bed next to Taehyung, and began scrolling through Netflix.

You saw a movie title that caught your eye, “Let’s watch this”

Taehyung squinted at the screen and read the title of the movie, “To all the boys I’ve loved before?”

“Yep! I love this movie but I haven’t seen it in so long.”

“Isn’t this like a romantic comedy?”

“Yea,” you said leaning back on your pillow.

“You like teen rom coms?” he asked in disbelief.

“Oh, shut up. I love rom coms. Plus this one is so cute. I love the lead girl and guy.”

“Okay if you insist.” He said, unconvinced, adjusting his seating.

You played the movie and you began to watch the movie with Taehyung.

“To be honest, I’m not really liking Josh. Am I supposed to feel bad for him?” Taehyung asked, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“I don’t really know but I don’t feel bad for him. Lara Jean made it clear she doesn’t want to talk to him and he keeps trying.”

He nodded in agreement, “Yea fuck that guy.”

Once the movie was over, you closed your laptop.

“So, what did you think?” You asked while stretching your arms above your head.

“It was cute, I liked it. But I know why you liked it.”

You laughed, “Why do you think I like it?”

“Uh because you’re like Lara Jean.”

You scoffed, “I definitely am not like Lara Jean. She has way better style than me. And I also think she’s way braver than me. I would never have the guts to write my feelings out.”

“I dunno..” he said teasingly “Lara Jean reminds me of you.”

You flipped him off and he stuck his tongue out at you. The room was dark now. It was evening now and you could hear the chatter of students outside your window. You felt calm in the darkness of the room with Taehyung by you.

Taehyung moved his head off your shoulder and rested against the pillows. His face was way too close to yours. You started pulling the neckline of your shirt over your face unconsciously.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” you asked innocently.

He pulled your hands away from your face. “Covering your face,” he said with a light laugh.

“Oh, um. I dunno.”

“Stop doing that. I wanna see your face.”

“Tae...my face probably looks so gross right now. My skin has been acting up all week and I just probably look so weird and-“

He pulled the shirt covering your face down, “Stop, you look pretty. Stop worrying.”

You gave a cold laugh, “I’m not pretty.”

You really didn’t wanna be a ‘pick me’ girl but the words slipped out of your mouth like a reflex.

He scooted closer to you on the bed, “Do you really think that?”

Fuck it right? You had already said way more shit than you had intended to. Might as well keep it going and just be honest with him.

“I’m not pretty. Or beautiful. Girls like Hana or Jennie are. And I know that. And I dunno it used to bother me but...it’s whatever now.”

His big doe eyes were filled with concern, “I haven’t said anything but I notice the way you act, especially when you feel like people are looking at you. You always try to hide yourself. And you always compare yourself.”

You exhaled deeply, thinking carefully about your words, “Well cause it’s true. I’m just not as pretty as other girls. And I’m really not trying to fish for compliments. Which is why I never talk about it.”

He gave a small laugh, “I know you aren’t fishing for compliments. You always act so shy and embarrassed if anyone says anything nice about you.”

Taehyung's eyes were entrancing you but you felt anxious under his steady gaze.

You averted your eyes so you were focused on your pillow, “Yea well it’s cause I don’t know how to take a fucking compliment. I just get so shocked I guess. Girls like Hana and Jennie are used to attention so they know how to be confident in themselves. I wish I could be like that.”

God, you hated the way you sounded. You literally hated the ‘I’m not like other girls trope’ that only pitted women against each other. Truly, you admired Jennie and Hana for being themselves and embracing their beauty in a society that feeds off of insecurity. You really did look up to them and wished you could be confident as them.

Taehyung's hand came up to your cheek and you felt the cold metal of his rings press against your face. He brushed the strands of hair that were hiding your face behind your ear and whispered hoarsely, “Why do you keep comparing yourself? Why do you keep thinking about things you want to change about yourself? You’re enough. You have always been enough.”

You felt like your heart was going to explode at his words. You had longed to hear those words from anyone in your life. As someone who constantly sees their own flaws, you craved for someone to say ‘you’re perfect the way you are.’ Taehyung's words meant the world to you but if only you could see yourself the way he saw you.

You whispered back, “Really?”

He gave you a little nod, staring deep into your eyes. In this moment, you felt so grateful for Taehyung. All those days you spent crying over him were nothing to this moment where he told you that you were enough.

You pulled him into a hug, “I missed you so fucking much.”

You felt his smile against your cheek. Your heart felt fuzzy and light for the first time in a long time.

You pulled away and looked at his huge boxy smile and fluffy hair. God, Taehyung would literally be the fucking death of you.

He was so warm in the bed next to you. You could literally feel the heat radiating off of him. You couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off your face. Because that’s how he made you feel.

You changed the topic because the dreamy look in his eyes sent shivers up your spine, “Taehyung, are you sure you don’t have to go tonight?”

“Nah, it’s not a big deal. It’s a big party but that’s kinda why I don’t wanna go. There’s going to be so many people there and I don’t wanna have to deal with that. Fake smiling and shit.”

“God I hate small talk.” you added.

“For real, like I get the weather is fucking nice I guess.”

You stifled a laugh.

He ran his hand through his curls, “Anyways, I do have to go tomorrow so missing today isn’t that big of a deal.”

You said, unconsciously pressing into him, “What’s tomorrow?”

“All the guys are going to Jungkook's lodge. It’s by a ski resort and shit. It’s really fucking nice.”

“That’ll be relaxing for you guys.”

“Well not really since Jungkook invites basically a shit ton of people so it’s never really just the guys.”

“Oh right. Well, it’ll still be fun for you maybe. Just to have fun with people.”

He placed his warm hand on your elbow, gently caressing it with his thumb. Your heart pounded at the action.

“Yea, but I don’t really care about any of those people.”

You smiled at his comment, Taehyung really had a great bullshit detector. He knew when people were using him for something.

“Will you come?”

“Where?”

He laughed at your comment, “To the lodge, stupid. With me.”

Oh. Oh. Why does he want you to come with him? What the fuck. Why doesn’t he take Jennie? Why is he asking you?

“I can hear you overthinking,” he said teasingly.

“Sorry, I’m just thinking like about homework and WiFi at his lodge. It might just not be-“

“For fucks sake. Just come. We can do homework together and hide from everyone. You can use my data if Jungkook's WiFi doesn’t work. Just please come. I want you there.”

God why does he have to say such sweet things? How does he know exactly what to say to tug at your heart strings?

“Okay. I’ll come.”

He exhaled deeply and laid on his back, “Thank goodness”

Your curiosity got the best of you, “Why do you want me to come so bad? Do you hate it or something?”

“I mean we’ve gone a couple times to Jungkook's place and it gets so crazy. I don’t know I just don’t feel like the same party kid I was a month ago. I know if you’re there I’ll feel sane. And I wanna hang out with you.”

“Tae, we literally see each other all the time.”

“I mean I have to make up for two years where we didn’t talk.”

“Fair enough.”

At some point in your conversation arguing about the best marvel movies (you were adamant that Civil War was a cinematic masterpiece while Taehyung believed Avengers: Infinity Wars was the superior film) you had nodded off, worn out from the long day.

You tried shifting in your sleep when you felt a heavy weight on your body. I must have left my books on my bed again. You tried shifting again, not caring if the books slid off your bed, but the weight didn’t shift. You tried moving but then you felt something pull you to the other side of the bed. You looked at what was pulling you and it was a hand. Taehyung's hand.

Your eyes widened in realization. You looked around and saw that Taehyung had his arm wrapped around your waist, with his leg thrown over your hip, completely pulling you into his embrace. His head began to nuzzle in the back of your neck. He still smelled so good, like comfort. You felt your cheeks heat up as your brain processed what was going on: Taehyung had slept over. Actually, Taehyung had slept in your bed. With you. And now he was cuddling with you in his sleep.

This felt scarily intimate especially since this was the first time you had physically slept in the same bed as a guy. You tried to slip away, maybe sleep in Hana’s bed or hide in the hallway, but Taehyung moaned (your face reddened even more) and pulled you back, “Where are..you going?” He croaked, sleepily, “You’re so warm. And comfy. Don’t go.”

He’s somehow even cuter when he’s sleepy.

“Tae, don’t you have to go?” You asked, hoping he would get up.

“Go where? I just want to stay in bed with you,” Your face literally flared. He peeked open one eye and smirked, “Still cute”

“Shut up. You’re so annoying. You need to go. You have to go to Jungkook's ski thing.”

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely, rubbing his eyes. God, his morning voice was so attractive.

He grabbed his phone and looked through it, “Yea Jungkook and the guys are texting me. I should probably go.” He dropped his phone on the bed and wrapped his arms around you, “I’ll see you there right?”

The familiar fluttering in your heart was getting stronger. The way your heart literally hadn’t stopped fluttering since yesterday. You knew you were in deep shit.

“Do you not get sick of me?”

“Of could not, beautiful”

You tried not to smile when he said that, “I think I prefer strawberry girl.”

He teased, “Okay, then strawberry girl I’ll see you later today right?”

“Yea I’ll come with Hana.”

“Bet,” he removed his arms from around you and hopped out of your bed.

He started packing up the things he had scattered in your room like his phone charger and his soccer uniform. You put your hands on your face and stared at your comforter, trying to focus. You could not believe you and Taehyung slept together. Even though it might not seem like a big deal to anyone, it was a big deal to you. The way his body felt, pressed against yours. How it felt so natural for you and him.

He looked at you, “Hey.”

You snapped out of your thoughts, “Hey.”

“I’m sorry.”

You laughed, “For what? You actually haven't done anything this time.”

His solemn expression made you realize he was being deadly serious, “I’m sorry for making you feel not important. I realized why you were upset about Jennie. I never meant to make you feel like you were a second choice or a backup. So I’m sorry.”

I was not expecting that.

“Oh. Well. It’s fine. It’s not a big deal. I shouldn’t have gotten that mad.”

“No ________ it was a big deal. You never deserve to be treated like you don’t matter.”

And then he looked at you, like there was something worth looking at.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck.

He left. You slightly remember saying bye. You can’t recall if he said bye back. The smell of him remained in the room. The red flags were going off In your head.

Now you were finally left alone, with your feelings. And the hard truth hit you like a fucking truck.

You heard the door click open. Hana came in with a huge smile, “Did I just see Kim Taehyung leave our room?”

You didn’t answer her question.

You didn’t know if you should cry because you somehow fucked yourself over again 2 years later or if you should be relieved that you finally had the courage to face the reality of your feelings.

You finally looked up at Hana’s concerned expression, “I’m in love with him, Hana.”

The words felt like a release. You had been bottling these emotions up for so long. If you were being truly honest, you had ignored these feelings since the frat party. You thought it would go away after you cried after his birthday party if you just ignored everything. But with your pillows smelling like him, with you desperately wanting to spend more and more time with him, with your heart beating out of your chest every time you saw his brown doe eyes, you couldn’t run away anymore.

You breathed out the very words you were most afraid of, “I fucking love him.”

Hana walked over to your bed and hugged you, “Oh honey, I know.”

author’s note: thank you for reading! i rlly didn’t expect to receive this much support and interest in my writing! lmk if you would like to be added to the taglist for this story! i think pt 4 will be the last part but it will be a little bit before it comes out. thx for reading 🥺💜

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Lean On Me - Taehyung

Description: Taehyung x reader x ?? Taehyung x reader. Zombie apocalypse au. Feat. Seokjin

What about you?

Warnings: Various?

Posted: 04/18/2020

Tags: Taehyung, Zombie AU, Zombie Apocalypse

Angst and fluff: 3,203 words

A/N: Ooh, look what I pulled out of the woodwork. Happy Day 2 of fic dump. Even though it looks like only twelve people read what I posted yesterday. Yay.

You shrieked and swung at the zombie, who stepped back—backing all the way to wall, head tilting and watching you with dead eyes.

You stared back, breath heaving after having run and fought for the past …who knows how long. What was wrong with this one?

Bad memories of that Will Smith movie started playing in your head of the intelligent zombie things and you started back away from the zombie, who just watched you blankly.

Then another person came in, almost running into you, yelling and quickly falling to the floor to avoid you in case you were a zombie as you screamed back.

You were both lucky that Zombies weren’t attracted to sounds as much as they were movement.

Which reminded you—

You hurriedly pointed your sword at the zombie again.

“Oh!” The man said something in another language, his voice full of relief…as he addressed the zombie.

The zombie smiled a bit, swaying from side to side.

The man checked the zombie over, rambling on and on while the zombie held still with a pouty look.

You backed up to the wall, absolutely petrified. What kind of person could that be, to befriend a zombie? Was he a zombie? Were you about to die a horrible death after surviving this long?

The man patted the zombie on the head and then carefully placed a cute hat on the zombie’s head.

“Cutie,” He said, then turned to you and grinned. “Hello!”

Your gaze flicked between the two, still ready to swing at whoever came toward you first—obviously more concerned by the zombie than the man—but still.

“Oh, uh, this…is my friend,” He said carefully, his accent thick. “You want to be friend?”

Oh great, so now you had to figure out what answer wouldn’t get you killed.

“What?” You said, mostly to buy yourself some time.

“You want be our friend?” He asked again, patiently, smiling a little at you. “We go to safe place.”

Safe place…he must have been referring to the base. They were taking people in who were clear of the virus. You’d been working your way there as well, running only at night to avoid being detected by the zombies.

“You…come with us? Work together?” His voice pitched slightly higher, but still somewhat deep. He glanced back at the Zombie, who was still swaying back and forth with something similar to a smile.

The man had big, innocent eyes, and that older-sister part of you wanted to just tuck him into bed or feed him, while the not-sister part of you took in how…attractive he was. It reminded you how long it had been since you had seen another person. Been with another person.

“He…won’t hurt you, he’s my friend.” He continued after a moment.

You shifted, swallowing as you tried to think about it all logically. “How do you know he won’t hurt you?”

He blinked, looking a little surprised, then looked back at the zombie and shrugged. He hemmed and hawed as he tried to come up with the words. Finally he just shrugged and repeated, “My friend.”

And for some insane reason, or perhaps because of exhaustion…you believed him.

You dropped to the floor, too tired to stand anymore as the last of the adrenaline left your system and let your head drop into your hands.

He made a surprised sound and there was a grunt from the zombie, but then he was patting your head. “You okay?”

You nodded, choking up because you were exhausted. And an exhausted you was an emotional you and next thing you knew you were sobbing into his shoulder as he held you tightly.

Then you were waking up somewhere else. A house, that was carefully barricaded. Light was peeking through, either dawn or dusk, you weren’t certain. You were lying on a bed that was surprisingly clean, and the blankets covering you were exceptionally clean as well.

Your sword and backpack were sitting in the chair beside you, with some folded fabric and a note.

You got up, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before looking around again, noticing a bottle of water which you gratefully took and drank—surprised at how cold it was—then picked up the note.

“Be back, here are clean clothes—Tae”

You changed after using some of the water to clean up a little bit, then made the bed and checked your bag to ensure that he didn’t take any of your things.

Then you ventured out of the room, carefully peering into the next room and listening for any sort of problems.

The door to the house flung open and he came in with an armful of supplies, humming happily.

The zombie following him dragging something as well with a grumpy look.

“Oh! Hello!” He said as he saw you, grinning brightly. “Brought food.”

You edged out, still watching the zombie, realizing it was pulling a wagon that had some crates on it.

He was also dressed like a gardener today, a big hat and gloves on, as well as a pair of overalls.

You glanced at the man, then at the zombie again. “Do you dress him or does he do it on his own?”

Tae looked at you with big eyes, looking lost. “Uh, my…English…not very good.”

You winced. “Sorry.”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry,” He said carefully. “Should have learned. Didn’t. Speak slow.”

You nodded, then gestured to the zombie, hand flicking up and down. “Do you dress him?” You asked more slowly.

The zombie’s head tilted, watching both of you.

Tae processed what you said, sorting the supplies he had carried in, but it didn’t seem to be sinking in.

“His fashion,” You said, hoping that would help.

His eyes lit up. “Ah! Fashion! Yes, me. I…fashion him.” He went over and messed with the brim of the hat, looking so softly at the zombie.

“Did you…know him? Before?” You asked, edging over to the counter to look over the supplies.

Tae picked up the crate from the wagon and nodded. “Seokjinnie-hyung.” His eyes were sadder now, his smile gone. “Brother.”

“I’m sorry.” You didn’t really see any sort of resemblance, but if he said it was his brother, then who were you to argue?

“Well, not brother, but brother,” He frowned. “Friend-brother.”

You nodded slowly. “Friend that’s like a brother.”

He nodded, pouting a little. “But…he…different.”

“No kidding,” you muttered, studying him. It wasn’t normal for zombies to be so complacent. Helpful.

Emotional.

The zombie’s eyes were shifted down, and it looked like he was teary-eyed. Scared.

Tae followed your gaze, then hurried over, taking a cloth and carefully wiping the tears. He started talking in a soothing tone in Korean, caressing the zombie’s face with the cloth. “He…remember.”

You blinked, trying to piece together what he meant from those words. “He remembers…getting turned? Or life before?”

Tae nodded. “Yes.”

You pitied the zombie man. It was obvious he hadn’t fully been turned into a zombie, but last you’d heard there was no cure.

You also pitied the man, who still looked so lovingly at the zombie-man, because if they did reach the safe place, his friend would not be allowed in.

“Our friends and family…waiting.” Taehyung took the hat off of the slightly taller zombie-man, fixing an indentation before putting it carefully back on. “We carefully go.”

You nodded, then helped him sort through the supplies and make a meal—which he seemed most excited about.

The zombie-man smelled it and Taehyung had him taste some of the food, but ultimately left the food to the two of you.

And maybe you were crazy, but you trusted this strange man and his zombie-man friend.

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“We’re dead,” You hissed, swinging at the nearest zombie.

Taehyung groaned, trying to get up, but his wound looked bad. The only comfort was that he wouldn’t turn into a zombie on you.

You swung again at one that tried to move forward. “You need to get up.”

Taehyung grabbed onto your belt, using it to pull himself up to his knees at least. “Sorry.”

“Apologize once we’re safe,” You countered, laughing humorlessly and shoving another zombie away. “Get your arms around my shoulders.”

“Heavy.”

“You’re not too heavy, dammit,” You snapped. “And you’ll be helping me move you. Arm. Shoulders. Hurry.”

He gave a pained groan and heaved himself so he was leaning on your shoulders. “Seokjinnie-hyung?”

“I don’t know,” You grunted, “I don’t know where he is.”

Seokjin had wandered off a while ago—a tendency of his—but hadn’t shown up with his usual bounty. He had a knack for finding food and luxury items, and you guys had loaded the wagon with supplies that you and Taehyung had agreed would be welcomed in the safe-zone.

Normally, he would also warn you two about other zombies and lead you away.

You started slashing your way through the zombies, trying to move toward that safe-haven. It was so close that you could see the lights, and make out people moving—watching the situation and waiting to see what it actually was, and whether they would need to intervene. They probably couldn’t tell that there were humans out there. That the zombies were probably attacking an animal.

Tae let out an pained cry as he accidentally aggravated his wound.

They surged forward, but froze just inches away at a different sound.

Seokjin shoved them aside, clearing the way and growling something that made them start meandering away. He watched until they were all gone, then ambled over to the two of you. He was wearing his gloves, and the scarf, and he carefully picked Taehyung up, grunting.

You sighed, relief flooding your limbs. “Seokjin.”

He looked at you and just nodded.

You nodded in return and started leading the way. “It’s going to be a tough sell. You might end up as an experiment.”

He grunted.

“I’ll go ahead, tell them about both of you.”

“Not safe,” Tae whimpered.

“I’ll take the risk if it saves you two,” You said, starting to run toward the place.

Guards met you a few feet away.

“Please, he was hurt but he’s not infected. Our friend is bringing him now, but you need to understand that this one isn’t like the others and he might help us figure out how to cure this!” You rambled, gripping two of their arms.

“What do you mean?”

“He got turned but he’s been protecting us this whole time, he chases zombies away, he cries and he smiles and he listens. He’s not a normal zombie! Every human we’ve come across he’s been kind too, so please, please don’t destroy him,” You begged, worrying you might never see Taehyung’s boxy smile again. You loved that smile. It was on your list of favorite things. “He still has his mind.”

“We…can’t risk infecting the populous that found refuge here.”

“Then don’t, but there has to be a space where he could go where he wouldn’t risk anyone. I can lead him there without him ever touching any of them. He’s got his skin completely covered, he does it all the time so that he won’t risk infecting us.” You looked between all of them. “Tell me you think I’m lying.”

“All three have to go into quarantine until we’re certian they don’t have it, anyway,” One of them said, intonation suggesting that he was inclined to agree with you.

The one that was in charge slowly nodded. “You’ll vouch for him.”

“I swear on my life,” You said resolutely. “I’m alive because of him, so I will repay that with my life. Please.”

“You have to lead him through to his quarantine chamber,” In-Charge said, tone firm. “Which one is it?”

“He’s carrying my friend, who isn’t infected. The shelter we were in collapsed and hurt his left side.”

Seokjin kept his head down, but carried Taehyung up to the men and stood there silently.

“Damn, he’ll have to carry the injured one through. We can’t risk the infection.”

You nodded. “Just show us where to go. Seokjin, you have to follow me exactly, okay?”

He nodded.

One of the guards swore under his breath, but led the way into the safety of the shelter.

You directed Seokjin, through laying Taehyung on his own bed in an isolation chamber, to stepping into his own isolation chamber.

He looked up at you after going in.

“We’ll talk as soon as my isolation period is up, okay?” You told him softly. “I’ll tell you how Taehyung is, and maybe I’ll find out about your family and friends.”

He nodded and took the book you offered from your bag. Sitting down and carefully opening the book to where he left off.

You smiled and set the reading glasses down for when he realized he needed them in a minute or two, then backed away, led to your own chamber.

Protocol called for a week of isolation with blood tests, but after four days they were mostly just making sure you were completely healthy before rejoining the population. They let you check the database of who was here, and given the information Taehyung had given you, you managed to send a notification to the network of people who were waiting for Taehyung, but held off on Seokjin since there were far to many that were looking for “a Kim Seokjin” and without more information. You’d find them once you could talk with Taehyung and help him find everyone.

As it was, your isolation finished relatively quickly with your distractions—trying to find any of your own family and friends as well as theirs.

But you hurried to check on Taehyung all the same.

He grinned. “Hello! I missed you!”

You smiled back and sat on the edge of his bed. “Heard you’re stuck here.”

He nodded, pointing to his side with an exaggerated pout. “Seokjinnie-hyung?”

“I’m going there next. I managed to contact your family and some of the friends that were looking for you. Do you understand?”

He nodded slowly, smile softer now. Gentler. “My family.”

“I heard that some of your friends were coming today,” You whispered softly, glancing over at the nurses. “Maybe with their help we can wheel you over to Seokjin for a visit.”

He grinned and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You smirked, using your other hand to smooth his hair from his forehead. “Silly.”

“Pretty,” He replied, his normal response.

The tension melted from your shoulders as you sat with him, all of the fear from before finally leaving you.

“You stay as my family?”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose, earning another grin. “Try to stop me.”

Then his gaze slid past you and the smile faded to a look of awestruck happiness. “Jiminie.”

“TaeTae!” The man ran in, just barely stopping himself from throwing himself onto the bed, instead carefully crawling on to hug Taehyung.

You had moved out of the way, watching as the other four men hurried into the room to surround their friend.

Taehyung was talking so happily, crying into the shoulder of whichever man was closest.

You left him to it, going to check on Seokjin.

There was a researcher there, observing him as you came over.

She glanced at you and smiled. “He’s incredible. He reads, if we offer him food, he eats. He’s hardly like the zombies at all.”

“Except for the pallor, I would agree,” You replied, tapping on the glass.

He looked over with a bored expression, but it quickly blossomed into a smile.

You were fairly certain he looked more human than he had before. “Hi. Told you I’d be back.”

He nodded, sort of scooting closer, but still staying away from the glass.

“Are they treating you well?” You asked, looking over the door mechanism, then glancing at the workers. The researcher was quickly taking note of his behaviors around you while looking excited and astonished.

He grunted happily.

You smiled and then opened the door, causing panic, but you ignored them and went into the cell, sitting on the floor in front of him. “Taehyung is doing well. He’s healing well.” You told him, as if they weren’t still panicking.

He was shaking like he was laughing, eyes flicking between you and the people.

So much more human than before, but still somewhat zombie-like.

“His friends are here, I had trouble finding your friends and family though. I didn’t have enough details about you. Sorry.” You sighed and looked at your hands, playing with the sleeve of the shirt they had given you.

You could see him lean forward, and you closed your eyes as he carefully pet your hair with a comforting hum. Then an inquisitive one.

You kept your eyes closed for a moment. “I didn’t think…I wasn’t expecting to find my family here. But maybe some friends. I mean, Possibly some cousins. But….none so far. I’ll keep looking, they might not have arrived yet and then I’ll be here for them.”

He kept petting your hair. “P’ity,” He managed.

You froze for a moment. It was the closest thing to a word he’d ever uttered.

He kept petting you. “P’ity.”

“I’m pretty?” You asked for clarification, finally opening your eyes and meeting his gaze. “Nah, Seokjin is pretty.”

He laughed again, a slight squeak as his chest and shoulders bounced.

“It is hyung,” someone said from behind the glass. “Seokjin-hyung!”

Seokjin looked beyond you, hand still resting on your hair, and his smile got even softer. He kept petting your hair after a moment, still smiling and looking over at the boys that had brought Taehyung over.

Everyone was watching you, looking like they were holding their breath.

Taehyung knocked. “Hey, hyung, I told you that she’s mine!”

You sputtered.

Seokjin squeaked again.

“Don’t laugh! I’m serious!” Taehyung protested, sulky and insistent.

“He’s cute when he’s dramatic in English,” You whispered to Seokjin.

He laughed more.

“Wha! What’d you say?” Taehyung asked.

You just laughed, and leaned your elbow on your knee, watching the boys try to keep Taehyung in the wheelchair. “Tae!”

He fell still, looking over at you.

“I said that I was glad that the two of you found me. Also, I think Seokjin’s building an immunity to the virus.” You turned back to Seokjin, looking over his face. “Look at him.”

That sparked a frenzy from the researchers while Taehyung looked over Seokjin with a huge, boxy grin. “Cuties.”

The eyes that didn’t seem nearly as dead as when you first saw them just gazed affectionately at the boys in the window, while the hand steadily pet your hair. “P’ity.”

You met the gaze of the researchers and the guard from before. “Like I said. I’d bet my life.”

Zombie Apocalypse Masterpost

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minjoonalist · 5 years ago

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Predilection | Chapter Four

Pairing : Jikook x Reader [Feat. Taehyung]

Words: 1.7k

Genre: Angst, eventual Smut, fluff

Warnings : explicit wording

Description: you want him, he wants you, but he also wants him, and him wants you- but him hurt you. So You hate him.

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In the middle of a much needed relaxing bath, The sound of the apartment’s front door opening and slamming shut could be heard from the master bathroom. It's been a stressful and yet long day for Jimin, so He didn't bother to peek outside of his view when the presence of his highly flustered and confused boyfriend appears In its doorway. Unknown to him, jungkook walks straight in and takes a moment to stare at the content boy before beginning to strip off his clothing.

A slight shuffle is momentarily heard and jimin whines softly after being lifted forward to make room for him. “Jungkook? What are you doing?” he asks just wanting to be left completely alone. The hot water shifts between the two as jungkook’s hard chest comes into contact with his back and the usually silent male doesn't say a thing, Only wrapping his muscular arms around jimin’s waist to pull him back further.

Dammit...he curses inside his head, unable to resist the light urge of titillation that makes him shiver whenever jungkook touches him. giving in, Jimin then sighs contently and after what seems like 10 blissful minutes of the unexpected, silent embrace “Kookie?” He calls out rather softly.

“...Yeah? ” The boy answers a bit hesitant.

“ what has you so worked up?” Jimin’s eyes slowly flutter open, lazily watching as jungkook’s toes fidget under the water next to his. Even better, because the male’s head laid comfortably onto the other’s chest. He could hear the alarmingly fast pace of Jungkook’s beating heart.

“I'm not worked up. Im relaxed.” Jungkook swallows, now trying to will his body into not being so tense. Jimin then chuckles at him “ sure if relaxed means nervous”. He then moves, his head lifting up so that he could turn to look his boyfriend in his face. Once he does, Jungkook’s eyes switch away immediately, focusing fondly on the small mole that sits at the bottom of jimin’s neck. The smiling boy then slowly pouts at him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do anything.” Jungkook says once he notices the change of atmosphere and the way that his boyfriend kept his piercing eyes on him. Jimin however did not appreciate how defensive his boyfriend had suddenly become. He was acting completely out of his character…

“I...didn't say you did…” he says slowly after staring at him for a moment. He then pulls back a bit “Kookie we don't hide secrets from each other right?- I mean, at least that's what I thought before I found out about your previous situation with y/n…” jimin then mumbles and the sound of uncertain disappointment tugs heavily at jungkook’s heart. The boy only then finally bringing his hurt soaked eyes to meet the other’s.

He didn't trust him…Jimin doesn't believe in his word anymore.

“ Jimin-”

“ No... no, Its okay” the silver haired boy quickly interrupts jungkook with a fake giggle, making him snap his mouth shut immediately. Jimin then takes a deep breath, thinking carefully about what to say next.

“ I know I’m just overreacting…” he whispers silently, so low he wished jungkook never heard him say it. Of course, that wasn't the case.

“Its just- y/n, she’s beautiful y’know? and I can't believe I never noticed her back then, and with you?... I feel so guilty, I hurt her before I even knew her.” jimin pauses, staring into space. “You know...I tried to approach her in the library today? And when she didn't notice- I chickened out and pretty much ran away” he confesses bitterly with a scoff, a pitiful feeling settling within his weak stomach. He could remember this exact emotion when he turned away from you earlier, feeling defeated at the thought that you really might not want anything to do with him.

When the hell did the tables turn?

Jungkook could only sit and watch as jimin tries to pull himself together and suddenly stand up from their bath. Inside his mind , he continued to scold himself. Angry at how much of a terrible choice he made years ago, was somehow able to cause such a huge shift within his current relationship.

If you were angry that I kept you from y/n , could you forgive me for indulging in her?

….

a long excruciating silence.

While your feet patted constantly against the hard floors of taehyung’s dorm, he on the other hand sat still as stone on top of his bed. Your arms perched upon your chest, as a hand pulled constantly at your now swollen lips and On your hundredth turn back towards your best friend’s direction. Only then do you find yourself growing tired of his lack of words.

Your eyes suddenly move to him. “So?”

The gesture snaps him from out of his silent thoughts. Taehyung’s arm tightens slightly around the soft pillow, holding it closer towards his chest and he pushes up the square rimmed glasses on his tired face.

“right…” he starts, coming back into reality “ and you’re sure you werent dreaming this? because you know you tend to fall asleep while studying a lot.” He questions rhetorically while squinting his eyes, making you pause in the middle of your pacing. This wasn't the time to be making jokes, and yet you weren't surprised by your best friend’s lack of concentration.

“I think I can tell the difference between reality and being asleep Tae…we were not in some crazy dream.” you frown impatiently, just wanting any kind of help for your current problem. You then try to take in a deep breath, your hands shaking and stomach squeezing itself together at the thought of what had happened earlier. screw your life... What the hell was Jeon thinking , suddenly kissing you in the middle of the library like that?

But more importantly, why do you keep thinking about it?

“well at least you can do that! I can barely tell if seeing two of you is normal...” he starts to grumble under his breath, creating a small pout while rolling his eyes in sleepy irritation. Once again showing you how lightly he was taking all of this.

“ ugh Taehyung!” You suddenly whine out his name before stomping your foot like a child. This makes the man hold up his hands in surrender, not realizing how aggravated you really were becoming. “Alright, alright! ” your best friend exclaims suddenly, interrupting your mini tantrum. He chuckles slightly, watching how your face screws and unscrews from it’s adorable pout- sometimes you really seemed like his cute little sister. your red puffy cheeks and lost puppy eyes. his brow then lifts...Honestly, he wouldn't think passed it if that same cute expression, was the reason that snake suddenly couldn't deny his obvious attraction towards you.

The thought suddenly has the boy glaring... “ y/n, I'm just trying to understand this. Ever since I first met you, you’ve hated Jungkook with a burning passion and now you’re telling me you kissed him-”

“Woah!...Emo boy kissed me , I did not kiss him.” you correct tae immediately, offended that he would even assume you made the first move in the first place. Hell if that weren't insulting enough, then it was definitely the skeptical look he gives you in return to your claim.

The gesture then makes you roll your eyes while letting out a deep sigh. “I didn't kiss him…” you practically plead, the soft words accompanying your tiny voice.

“I believe you.” He nods and you sag in relief.

That being said, While his voice was sincere, the way Taehyung had begun to walk circles around you, told you that you wouldn't be so at ease with where he was leading this conversation.

“Did you kiss him back?” Tae stops, turning towards you.

And you’re not, you’re completely uncomfortable.

“Pardon?” You swallow visibly.

Tae tilts his head while narrowing his eyes, he then crosses his arms together. “did you...kiss him...back?” He repeats the question a bit slower, leaving no possibility for you to not understand what exactly it was that he was asking you. For some reason it catches you completely off guard and Your stomach squeezes itself in even further at the highly fresh memory.

It probably took way longer than normal for your body to realize what was happening at that moment. Your heart had jumped entirely into your stomach and On the table below you, your hands quivered in shock. With your eyes wide open, you stared up into jungkook’s face. Your cheeks flushed, breathing uneven, and an unwilling sigh of pleasure is let loose when...his incredibly soft lips begins to mold cautiously against yours.

Within a matter of seconds, you had gone from screaming out your anger towards him, to the boy himself suddenly stepping around the table to come a bit closer. His tongue then running across your lips , somehow managing to pry it’s way pass your weak attempt to prevent it. Your mind then goes blank With a huge pull of arousal and you allow your eyes slowly slide shut as he dominantly takes your mouth for his.

“Mmm” in moment of carelessness, jungkook hums out his satisfaction of something he’d dreamed of doing many times and as much as you hate to admit it, it sounds pretty damn good. It could've been the drought of sexual activity in your life or simply that you've never experienced anything like this… but you couldn't remember the last time anyone has ever kissed you with so much passion and hunger. But then again, no guy was just as selfish and greedy like jungkook…-wait.

Jungkook??...Jeon Jungkook is kissing you and you’re kissing him back?...oh no.

Immediately your eyes snap open and you abruptly pull away from the unsuspecting boy. Jungkook could barely blink. The dazed raven following your quick movements with his eyes and not long to follow, the harsh sound of your hand connecting with his face could he be heard throughout the entire library. Jungkook’s head violently snaps to the side and as if to process what exactly had just happened he stays that way for a few seconds. Meanwhile all you could do was sputter a handful tasteful curses before somehow grabbing all of your things and dashing down the library’s isles.

Blinking away the scene that played in your head, you find yourself crashing back down into a harsh reality. The realization hitting you like a cold wave, that you in-fact kissed your sworn enemy back. While standing eerily quiet before your best friend, taehyung shifts his head just a bit lower to catch your reaction. His awaiting stare turning into one of surprise once you give him his long overdue answer.

“Of course not” you lied.

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vin-taege · 6 years ago

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Prayer for a Fawn

Summary: angels who fell from grace were either tempted or defected. their wings were singed coal black, robes stripped of their bodies, left for hell to claim. it was every truly the guardians who got to keep theirs, gold trim adorning the now black feathers; a mocking sign of victory.

Genre: smut, angst

Pairings: angel!Taehyung x demon!reader | side Yoonmin, Jimin x reader

Words: 6k+

Warnings: heavy themes of religion, intentional temptation, sacrilege, dirty talk, degradation, mirror sex, marking, pain kink, oral sex, first time (virgin!Tae), male x male elements, all sex scenes here are consensual!!!

Note: i'm going to hell. Most of the religious events here are fabricated. I am in no way whatsoever mocking Christianity or religion. If this is a sensitive topic for you, I suggest you keep scrolling.

The clouds enveloped the moon, leaving the moonlight to struggle past the thick, grey, puffs. It was hell on heaven after Yoongi got more than a quarter of the angels to defect. Amidst the sea of standard-sized, white wings erupted a large set of gold-trimmed ones. They got a guardian.

The cherubic face flashed fear for a second, replaced with a mask of nonchalance when he saw you heading straight towards him. If there was anything demons sensed best, it was fear, weakness. Your lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Come. You are needed for... a grander scheme."

Turning your back to him, you started walking away, not bothering to check whether he followed you or not. You didn't need to.

The angel kept a good distance away from you, tense wings folded in defense. "What's your name, doll?"

"Jimin, Miss."

"Respectful. I like that."

The corridors got darker, quieter, the farther you led him away from the small assembly room designed to specifically hold defects. At least the common kinds.

In the rare times a guardian angel would get reeled in, he was to be brought to Yoongi, a special task waiting for him.

Satan's right man hand was in charge of the mere task of collecting angels; the Devil himself was busy with making the world go round, or rather, stopping it. It was certainly a new feat for Hell to grab one of God's favorites.

The door, oak wood stretching from the ground up to the ceiling, creaked open, revealing the short man hunched behind his desk, quill pen bobbing over a stack of papers. The fireplace behind him cast an eerie shadow on his face, making the throne he sat on seem two time bigger.

"We got a big one, boss."

His head snapped up, dark eyes piercing straight into Jimin. His stare alone was enough to make him flinch. Yoongi licked his lips, twirling the feathery part of the pen in his hands. "Is that Park? The Park Jimin?"

A twisted laugh cackled from the back of his throat. "The man himself."

Jimin held his place, even with Yoongi standing too close for comfort in front of him. The angel cowered under the latter's hatred-filled gaze.

Yoongi jabbed the pen at his chest, the golden end flicking up and down. Underneath it, Jimin balled his fists, every fiber in his body feeling as if it was set alight. "Remember this? Figured I'd pluck a souvenir out after you sliced my horn off."

It was during the celstial war, war predecessor to all wars. Lucifer had made plans to seize heaven, forcing the archangel Gabriel to lead the remaining angels in battle.

It was there, Yoongi, assigned general at the time, rode atop a horse of smoke and coal. He was about to charge into the pearly gates, when Jimin flung his sword at him - blade drenched in holy water - cleanly cutting off Yoongi's right horn and knocking him off the horse.

In the end, as the sun shone upon the bodies of angels and demons alike, Hell retreated back to the underworld - but not before Yoongi got a hold of Jimin's wing and plucked a whole feather off.

"I thought this would be the last place we'd meet in," Yoongi circled the shorter boy, stopping for a beat to stare at the base of his wings, before standing in front of him once again. "Your wings are a bit thick towards the base. Would make it hard for us to cut them off."

Jimin stayed silent. The demon hummed, then nodded at you. "Nicely done, ___. I'll call you in after the rest of them are initiated. Until then, I'll see what I can get out of this prissy bitch."

Your heels clicked against the pristine floor, the doors clicking shut behind you. The long corridor provided enough time for you to hear a few thumps coming from the room, followed by faint, high-pitched moans.

The washing of the holy.

It wasn't mandatory for all high class angels, but it was fun as hell. An insult to injury. Not only might they lose their wings, but also their crowning glory - their virginity.

Of course, demons are decent enough not to force them to hand it over. It normally took a while of convincing, sometimes the angels would present themselves to their desired partner voluntarily. However, never would they have it stolen away from them.

By the sounds of it though, Jimin was surprisingly quick to give in. You doubt Yoongi would actually cut his wings off after, since you knew they'd be vital to the plan. After all, you had one more angel to catch.

It was almost dawn by the time Yoongi called you back in. The room still smelled faintly of sex. Jimin was huddled in a pile of fluffy blankets next to Yoongi's desk. He was in between the lines of consciousness and sleep, chest rising up and down steadily though his breathes were a bit ragged. Seed was still dripping out his abused hole. The boy's large wings lay slack over the fabrics.

"I told you to go easy on him," you scowled. "How are we going to interrogate a fucked out angel?"

"Easy, darling. He's still good to go. If anything, I made him more relaxed," Yoongi replied cooly. He placed a hand on your lower back, leaning over to whisper in your ear. "This boy wasn't far from defecting. Easy to break. I'm proud of you for finally making him snap."

"I'm proud of you for going at it nonstop for five hours."

He threw his head back in a chuckle, making the other boy stir in his sleep.

"Jimin."

Yoongi's voiced immediately changed. His voice had a deep timbre to it, authoritative. Jimin opened an eye, peeking at him hazily. "Mm?"

"___ and I need to talk to you for a bit. After that, I'll let you rest, okay?"

"Where's the popcorn you promised me?" Jimin ignored him, unable to think straight in his blissed-out state.

You snorted at Yoongi's redening face, his lips pinched into a thin line. "Yes, we'll get it later. But for now, I need you to tell us how to lure your partner out."

"My partner? You mean, Tae?"

"Yes, Kim Taehyung," you perked up. "We thought he would've joined you."

"Taehyungie," he breathed out, head still in the clouds. His next words came out slurred. "I tried to bring him along. Good faith. Tough nut to crack."

You walked towards him, placing yourself on his chest, legs either side of his torso. He leaned up, catching sight first of your crotch, then your face.

"You smell nice. Am thirsty," One of his wings twitched, his attention caught once more.

"If you tell us how we'll lure Taehyung out, I'll let you drink."

He considered it for a moment, lips stretching into a small grin. "Why are you so bent on getting him to defect?"

"You're a major loss for heaven on your own. How much more if we got the both of you?"

You weren't lying.

Guardian angels were closest to humans. Having them taken down one after the other renders mortals vulnerable to temptation. Jimin and Taehyung just so happen to be two of the strongest angels in that area.

"Taehyung isn't a guardian angel. He's one of the Powers."

Your jaw dropped. Stunned, you turned to Yoongi, who looked as equally surprised as you, maybe even more.

The Powers were in charge of dealing with this very thing. Preventing demons and fallen angels from getting the pure ones. Maintaining the balance of the universe.

Taehyung was definitely one of the bigger fish to fry. Bringing someone like him down would pose Hell as a bigger threat. You couldn’t even think of the consequences if you failed. Worst case scenario – an exorcism.

“Where can we find him? How do we bring him here?” you clutched his chubby cheeks harshly, almost squeezing his face. His hand tapped lightly at your wrist, prompting you to let go.

“I can lure him out. He doesn’t know I’ve… turned.”

Jimin’s idea was plausible. The only risk is that he could still escape. In order to convince Taehyung to follow him, he’d have to go under the guise of a pure angel. He needs to keep his wings. Even if Jimin was able to escape, there was no way he’d get accepted back in heaven. Yoongi had already marked him, even better, taken his purity.

Yoongi noticed your hesitation, finally shuffling closer to the two of you. “If you think he’ll escape, he won’t be going anywhere bearing a demon’s mark. It’s foolproof, ___.”

“Fine,” The demon sent you a gummy smile, about to bask in his victory. “But I get to mark him.”

He shut you up with a wave of his hand. “By all means, please do. Stroke your ego. Maybe Satan would give you a promotion. For the meantime, I think you should reward little Jiminie over here.”

Jimin’s half-lidded eyes bore into yours. His tongue swiped across his lower lip teasingly. With a huff, you ruffled his hair gently. “Still thirsty?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

You stood up, pulling your shorts and tights off you. The only article of clothing on your lower body that remained were your black, lace-trimmed panties. Jimin groaned at the sight, a damp patch already starting to form on the underside of the fabric.

You resumed your previous position, only this time, your crotch was directly above his head. Your sweet scent engulfed the angel, the boy getting ahead of himself. He tipped his head forward, giving you a tentative, yet solid lick.

“Move the panties first, baby boy,” you tutted. Yoongi snickered behind you. You didn’t need to look back at him to know he was palming himself under his pants.

It took Jimin a few times to get a proper hold of the panties, his teeth scratching lightly against your clit in the process. He had the damp underwear between his teeth, doing his best to slide it down. Showing him some pity, you helped him ease it off.

He grinned at your now bare form, your slick dripping towards him in thin, translucent strands. You stilled above him, hands now holding his head down by his hair. “Be thankful for your blessings.”

Behind you, Yoongi smirked, letting out a throaty laugh. Incorporating prayers into your sexcapades have been an inside joke within hell. Looking deeper into it however, it was just another way of saying ‘fuck you’ to the heavens.

“Thank you,” he whispered as you lowered yourself into his inviting lips. He wasted no time lapping at your wetness. He licked a long stripe up your heat, stopping to suck on your clit. He swirled his tongue around the pink bud, making you moan.

You were dripping sin straight into his mouth. His tongue moved in and out of your pussy, still a bit clumsy from his lack of experience. Being holed up in heaven left Jimin with limited skills, but he was slowly working it out. He grasped at your thighs, refusing to let go. The boy was quick to learn.

“You like getting smothered in my pussy with Yoongi’s cum up your ass?” His cock twitched at your taunting. Yoongi let out a groan at your words, pushing you to taunt the angel more. You wrenched his hair back, pressing down harder on his face. The position would’ve made it difficult for him to breathe, but he couldn’t care less. He let you buck your hips further into his face, thighs tense on either side of his face.

He continued drinking you in like starved man. The lewd sound of him slurping at your juices drowned out the cackling of the furnace. Yoongi propped himself on his knees in front of Jimin, giving him a good view of the younger’s slick-covered chin, the rest of his face buried in your pussy. “Don’t waste a drop, little slut.”

After a few strong licks against your clit, Jimin had you screaming, orgasm surging through your body. You came directly into his mouth, eager tongue ready to catch your release. He ate you out through your high, your hips slowing to a halt. When you finally lifted your hips, Jimin gasped in big breaths of air. His mouth and the tip of his nose were messy with slick, along with his far-away look.

Shakily, you sat beside him, struggling to regain your composure. You looked over to Yoongi, who looked as equally spent as you. He had his zipper down, now flaccid cock resting in between his thighs. There were wet stains on his dress shirt all the way down to the floor. You wrinkled your nose in disgust.

“Taehyung normally descends to the mortal plane at the end of each month. Since there’s an influx of us fallen angels, I bet he’d rush there in two days,” You were surprised to hear his weak voice croak out. How was Jimin still conscious? He should be drained by now.

“I think it’s better to discuss this when we are in a more... rested state,” Yoongi voiced out your thoughts. You nodded and waved goodbye to a half-passed out Jimin before heading to your own quarters.

The plan was supposedly flawless.

Jimin’s going to ask Taehyung to meet him near a chapel to avoid suspicion. After all, he wasn’t a fully-pledged demon yet so he can be within a church’s vicinity without sustaining burns. The gold at the tips of his wings were starting to fade, but he assured you Taehyung wouldn’t notice the difference.

All he had to do was to lure him into Yoongi’s portal - one which uses the same energy as that of a seance, but stronger - and leave Taehyung in the area you have prepared beforehand.

The place was a closed off part near the edges of Hell. A void; nothing but a stretch of seemingly endless pitch black. It’s where new demons would practice their tricks, like conjuring themselves out of nowhere or taking in the form of children. For Taehyung, however, the only thing you prepared was a singular strip of mirror sitting in the middle of darkness.

You dug your nails into your palm, brimming with anticipation. Truthfully, you’ve never handled a Power before. It was rumored their faith was the strongest, which makes it all the better to break.

A quick glance to the mirror reminded you of your outfit; an oversized white shirt and a pair of thigh high socks. You didn’t know what angels preferred, but you sure hoped he liked the white on you. After all, supposedly that’s Heaven’s staple color, not that you’d know.

Sizzling came from behind you. Slowly a pentagram bore into the air, it’s lines burning a warm red before disappearing as quickly as it appeared. The second Taehyung stepped through the portal, the split second he realized he’s been tricked, Yoongi tugged Jimin back out and closed the portal, trapping him with you.

He glared at you, hands balled into fists. You didn’t know it was possible, but you could already smell the sweet scent of fear on him. His large wings - even bigger than Jimin’s - stretched tensely behind him. Gold was riddled all around the feathers, halfway to the base.

“Let me go, demon,” his voice boomed. Instead of daunting you, he only made the arousal rise in between your thighs. “I do not have business here.”

“Demon?” Your laughter sounded like tinkling bells to his ears. He knew this was the start of your little test - and he promised himself no matter how alluring you made yourself appear, he would never bend to your will. “I am no demon.”

“Liar,” he spat. “You turned my friend?!”

“On the contrary, he came to us,” You licked your lips and started walking closer to him. “He knew how to treat a woman nicely.” You reached suggestively down to the ends of your shirt, skimming your fingers just where your crotch was. Taehyung’s eyes widened, cheeks blushing a furious red, before averting his eyes.

“Tell me, angel, why is your faith so strong?”

He let out a yell of frustration, hand reaching out to grasp his sword, only to find it wasn’t there anymore. You laughed again, further annoying him. “Your blessed weapons do not work here. This is our domain. You are powerless here.”

“God will never abandon me!” He lunged forward, somehow materializing a small dagger. With a swift dodge, you got a hold of his wrist, twisting it, and making him drop the dagger. Before he could get it back, it burst out in flames. He knelt next to it, the ambers from the fire reflecting on his glossy eyes.

“I’m an angel, like you. Believe me,” you stood behind him, lowering yourself gently to place your lips mere centimeters against his ear. You weren’t allowed to touch him until he gave you permission. “I know your faith is wavering.”

Taehyung shivered. He didn’t know if it had been a lucky guess or not, but he knew you caught him. For the past few weeks, Jimin would come up to him with talks of the underworld - how better the system there was, how much more liberalizing it would be. How powerful he could get.

Angels and demons alike were not allowed to interfere with the living, but they were allowed to influence. Ideas gotten through dreams, a whisper in the wind, a conveniently placed poster at the right place at the right time. Except demons had always been more persuasive.

“You want to help people right?” You waved a hand at the mirror, watching the glass swirl into a mist, then parting to show off beaten-down houses by the slums of a city. Outside, a thin girl sat on the cracked asphalt, playing with her doll. There was faint shouting coming from the house - a man and woman’s voice. “Tell me, angel, don’t you think your god could stop this.”

His jaw clenched, the scene still on-going in front of him. “God would never-”

“Never? Has God ever shown you this before? How about this? You doubt your faith for a reason. You doubt it because you knew all along that God didn’t care about your precious humans!” Scenes of poverty, death, illness, shifted in rapidly. There was a flash of pain in his dark, brown eyes. Just a little more.

He shut his eyes and quickly shook his head. He clasped his hands, bringing them closer to his face. Prayer after prayer made its way out of his faltering voice. Through hushed whispers, you could hear dozens of amen’s spilling out his mouth. With a snap, the imagery stopped.

After a beat of silence, Taehyung looked up, only to be met with you face just inches away from his. Your lips were curled into a smile, feigning an innocent look. “If you want to be good, you’d need help reaching those mortals. Just say yes, and I’d help you.”

“What do you want me to do?” His voice cracked, almost ending in a whine. You stopped yourself from smirking; he wasn’t a tough nut to crack after all. You placed a hand on he space between his legs, palm flat on the ground.

“Defect.”

He stared at your hand for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, this was the right decision. He knew his wavering faith was punishable enough up there, so what difference does it make if he’d turn right then and there? He brought his eyes to meet yours, before gazing down at your lips.

“I cannot touch you in any way, not until you give me permission to. Not until you denounce your faith,” you goaded him.

“I-I accept. I denounce my faith and pledge loyalty to Hell,”

Just as he got his sentence out, he let out a sharp cry of pain. He bent backwards, felt as if his wings were literally getting ripped off his back. He cried out, body convulsing in the pain, as coal-black started to seep into his wings, devouring the gold and white color it had.

You slammed your lips against his, slipping your tongue in to distract him from the pain. He whined into the kiss, but pressed his lips harder against your. Shaky hands wrapped around you, clutching tightly at the t-shirt you wore. Eventually. he calmed down, pulling away to feel his sore wings. A translucent string of saliva still bridged your lips. Weakly, he looked back at the new pair of thin, black wings.

“I can make the pain go away,” you whispered. You started palming him through his slacks. His member was already half-hard, and didn’t take much to make him stand fully erect. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please,” he murmured, nosing at your neck. You almost cooed at how submissive he was now, compared to how he tried to stab you just morments earlier.

“Look at you, about to be a full-pledged demon. What would all the other angels say when they see you like this? I want to hear you say it yourself. What do you want from me?”

“P-please fuck me,” he whined. You tutted at him, unimpressed by his words. He urged on, gesturing to the tent forming in his pants. “It hurts, please make it go away.”

Guilt was bubbling at the pit of his stomach, but his dick was starting to hurt from the restraint his slacks gave him. Being new to these kinds of touches, these sensations, every fiber in his body was sensitive.

You cocked your head to the side, lifted a leg, then placed your foot lightly on his crotch. Testing the waters, you pressed down firmly, eliciting a whine from his lips. He tried to move away from your touch, but you only pressed down further, making his dick throb.

It was painful, though he kept rutting into your foot. The pressure was enough to make the fabric rub at his skin with each jerk of his hips. He panted, letting out a cry when you twisted your foot from side to side. His hands clutched at your ankle, not knowing whether to push you off, or pull you in closer.

“You are pathetic. One of the strongest servants of God, yet you’re here, leaking from getting your tiny dick stepped on. You are fucking disgraceful,” Your words stung like lashes on his back. You withdrew your foot, surprised, but impressed when he didn’t make a move to pleasure himself.

“Take your clothes off. Kick them to the side,” Your ordered in a cold tone. He quickly obeyed without a moment’s hesitation. Within seconds, he was back in his place, kneeling at your feet with his knees spread to show of his cock.

Your previous words felt like sand in your mouth. He was nothing but small - an impressive length, along with the girth thick enough to stretch and fill every spot of you. Pre-cum was already starting to drip on the ground, translucent strings leading back to the red, head. His cock twitched once cold air hit his warm skin.

The mirror stood dauntingly behind you. He couldn’t bring himself to look at it, couldn’t bear the humiliation to see himself like this. He was praying, how ironic, you wouldn’t notice how his eyes landed everywhere but on the glass. His prayers weren’t going to get answered any time soon.

“What’s wrong? Look up. Look at me,” Shyly, he lifted his gaze to settle on your emotionless expression. Your lips were in a tight line, arms folded on your chest. You had moved slightly to the side so that his whole form was exposed to the mirror. Nodding to the mirror, you spat: “Look.”

Even with his fear of you, or rather, what you could do, he couldn’t bring himself to follow. His gaze only hardened, defiance making him clench his jaw. “Stop being stubborn and look.”

He shook his head, maintaining eye contact with you. Taehyung wanted to save what little dignity he had left. You couldn’t make him do it. He would do anything but that.

Fed up with his bratty attitude, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and proceeded to drag him closer to the mirror. He had no choice but to crawl after you, knees banging on the hard floor. He didn’t know what it was made out of, maybe polished obsidian, though it felt like marble. You stopped until his knees were touching the glass.

"Filthy brat." You squeezed the head of his cock, tight enough to make him whine in pain. He hissed through his teeth, pulling away from your grip.

"Defiled.”

You stroked with the same pressure through his length, whines turning into a low groan. He started to rut into your grip again. With your free hand, you tugged his jaw done, collecting his saliva with your index and middle finger to spread it all over his lips and chin.

"My sweet angel," you whispered into his ear, tugging his head back. His reflection stared back at him, lust-blown pupils, lips parted with drool dripping off the corners of his mouth. "Look at how low you've fallen."

"You call yourself one of the Powers when you submit so easily? You think your God will pride you for that? Answer me," With all your force, you shoved his head onto the mirror. His cheek was smushed against the glass, cock still in your hand.

He responded with a low groan that turned into sobs. “Please! Please!” He couldn’t think of anything else but how good the pain felt. He felt like he was going to burst.

“You want to come? Does my angel want to come?” He nodded frantically, forehead pressing into the glass. His breaths were fogging up the mirror, thick, white streams flying out in spurts as you jerked him through his high. Cum was laced all over his thighs, some landing on the mirror.

In one last stroke, you pulled tightly from the base of his cock, up until the head, collecting the cum and letting it pool on top of your fist. Taehyung was gritting his teeth, trying to catch his breath. He cringed when you wiped your cum-covered hand on his chest, but stayed still, letting you clean your hand on his toned chest.

“Well?” You looked at him expectantly, to which he returned a face of confusion. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, mistress. Thank you so much. That felt amazing, thank you, I-” He let out a choked moan, your hand back at his cock, gripping the base tightly. He tried to squirm away from your grasp, the over-sensitivity starting to burn. Instead, you feigned boredom, though your heart swelled with pride when he called you ‘mistress.’

“We have to work on that mouth of yours hm?” His large hands weakly grasped at your wrist. “Have you ever used it aside from prayers?”

“N-no. Teach me, please.”

You sat yourself in front of the mirror, your back against the cold glass. You spread your legs invitingly, gesturing for Taehyung to come forward. With a leg, you wrapped it around his upper back, bringing him closer to your crotch. His cheeks were dusted pink the second your scent hit his senses. Your wetness was smeared around the inside of your thighs, strings of it starting to drip down to the ground. “Mistress, you smell so good.”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” The order was firm, though you whispered it, eager to feel his tongue on you. He was kneeling in front of you now, face just centimeters from your pussy. His black wings cascaded from his back, laying down onto the floor. His big eyes were glued on you, patiently waiting. “Lick.”

Obediently, he licked a large stripe, from the end of your lips, up to your clit. A relieved sigh made its way out your mouth. “Keep doing that, dip your tongue inside me.”

Then again, he complied. Your threaded your fingers around his soft hair, bringing him closer. Taehyung lapped at your pussy, kissing your heat from time to time. His tongue flicked at your clit, making you jerk into his mouth. You let out a long moan, biting your lip in pleasure.

“You’re doing great, baby. Focus on my clit more, suck around it,” Taehyung beamed in your praise, lips leaving your heat in favor of wrapping around your clit. He gave it fast, strong licks, pausing only to place his tongue flat against the bud, then slowly flicking upward. You mewled under him. It doesn’t feel like his first time doing this.

“My angel, you’re doing so well.” He groaned around your clit, appreciative of your praise. Lewd noises filled the room. He caught each drop, took it in with gratefulness like a man with unquenchable thirst. Each moan you gave him made him bury his face deeper in your heat.

Your back arched into him. His hands moved to clutch at your thighs, nails digging into the flesh. You felt hotter, feet struggling to plant yourself on the ground. His wings would twitch, sending gentle gusts of wind around you. He started to get hard again, already sporting a half-mast. The second you felt close to coming, you yanked his head back, the force making him yelp in surprise.

“Oh no, angel, if you want to make me come, you have to earn it. Get behind me.” You managed to pant out.

You turned around. hands and knees on the floor, neatly presenting yourself to him. However, when you looked back, he seemed frozen in place, sitting on his thighs uneasily. You frowned, wiggling your ass at him, but still got no response aside from a loud gulp. “Is there a problem?”

“I- uh,” He shyly looked down at his hands. “We-we, uh, I-I haven’t...I haven’t really done this before, mistress.”

Upon hearing the slight waver in hid voice, your cold facade fell. You got up, crawling towards him, noses touching. “Hey, do want to call it a day?”

His eyes hesitantly flicked to yours, then back at his hands. He murmured under his breath, you barely catching onto his words “I don’t want to. I think I’m ready but... I don’t know. I’m nervous.”

“If you’re not sure about this, we won’t push through, okay? Ah, we really should work on your safe words next time,” You were about to stand up, when he pounced on you, tackling you on the ground. “Wait, wait, wait! I really want to, but I’m just really nervous right now. I’m sorry, mistress,” He lowered his head in shame, choosing to lose himself in the valley of your breasts. You almost cooed at how cute he was, hand moving to gently run your fingers through his hair.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” You felt him nod, rubbing your shirt up and down. “Okay. I’ll ride you, but you have to look at yourself the entire time, okay? You can only look at me when I tell you to.”

Like the good boy he willed himself to be, he plopped down in front of the mirror, legs apart, making way for his weeping cock. You knelt above him, pussy lightly placed on top of his tip, your folds starting to part already. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, asking him again if he was ready. With determined eyes, he nodded at you.

You moaned in sync as you slowly sank down his cock. The feeling of him stretching you little by little was absolutely euphoric - which he reciprocated when he felt your tightness all around him, drawing him in deeper. Finally, his length kissed your cervix, the fat member filling you up to the brim.

Taehyung let out a breath he’s been holding in. Seeing your pointed look, he remembered your orders and quickly fixed his gaze on the mirror in front of him. Please by his obedience, you started moving, rocking your hips back and forth in circular motions. He grunted, bringing his hands to your hips, though not making a move to take control.

“What do you think He’s going to say, hm?” Beads of sweat ran down the sides of his head. You sucked hues of purples and reds into his sun-kissed skin. They fit beautifully, like colors on a canvas, the expanse of his chest now littered with your love marks. Red crescents were stuk on his shoulder from how tight you were holding him.

His eyes were glassy, mouth open when he stared at the boy in front of him. His state looked so feral, so untamed, different from his clean-cut look in heaven. The most drastic change – his wings – were outstretched behind him, black silky feathers reaching down to the floor. They served as a warning for heaven, and a trophy for hell. A constant reminder of his sin, his betrayal. And he loved them.

Suddenly, his cheek felt numb, before prickling with pain. His eyes re-focused and he looked down at you, palm red from slapping him. “If I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

He licked his lips, about to answer when he realized how hoarse his voice was. He cleared his throat. “He would be disappointed, mistress,” He replied with a small voice.

You sneered at him, picking up the pace, seeing him fall apart little by little in front of you. “He would be disgusted. Repulsed. I’d watch you crawl your way back to heaven only to have the gates slammed at your cum-covered face. But you’d like that, won’t you? You filthy defect.”

He groaned, eyes fluttering shut. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, toes curling at how fast you were riding him. You felt so warm and so wet around him, walls squeezing his cock the best they can. You were stuffed. His tip speared at your cervix each time you slammed your hips down on him. He muffled his whines into your shoulder, head buried halfway so his eyes were still fixated on the glass. “What do you look like? Tell me what you look like.”

“Like a cum-whore, ma’am,” He grunted out, fingers digging into your hips. You clicked your tongue, smiling at him. You brought your mouth closer to his ear, lips almost touching his ear lobe. “What do you feel?”

“You feel so good, mistress! You’re so good to me. Thank you so much!” He cried out. Truthfully, it was starting to overwhelm him; the sharp nails on his back, the building pleasure, the pulsing of your heat. “Thank you for letting me fuck you, mistress,” He gasped out.

“You’re not fucking me. I’m fucking you,” You punctuated, bringing your hips down for the last time, before feeling thick, hot spurts shoot inside you. Taehyung threw his head back in a moan, tears sliding down his cheeks. You rode him through his orgasm, reaching the end of the line yourself.

You shuddered into him, your own orgasm shaking your whole body. He continued fucking into you, large cock beginning to draw his cum out. Long thin strings stretched from your thighs to his. By the time your release washed over you, you were both taking in big gulps of air. You collapsed onto Taehyung, and in turn, he fell onto the ground.

You laid there on top of him. His cock was still inside you, but you let him cock-warm for a bit. You didn’t want him to pull out too – getting stretched that wide, then having nothing inside you would only make you feel emptier than ever.

His breaths were grazing the top of your head, arms around you protectively. You had to admit, even if you’ve just met him, you immediately felt attached to him. No doubt, you were willing to take him under your wing.

When your breathing turned normal, you tapped his chest lightly, looking up at him. His eyes opened halfway through, dark brown eyes peering back at you. “Hey, angel. Time to go home.”

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mincoeur · 6 years ago

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The knocking gets louder.

You groan.

“Yeah ’m coming,” you mutter. “Who in their right mind…?”

It takes you a second to untangle yourself from the sheets, too groggy to fully process anything more than your bare toes. Only one in the afternoon and yet it might as well have been night, the clouds dark and fat outside–a sure sign of threatening thunder. For reasons unknown, you always became more nocturnal at this time of year, as though your body was somehow in synchronization with the earth’s seasons. If you turn into a seabear on your sofa one of these days you won’t be surprised.

A vague second-thought makes you glance at your reflection in the black of your television screen to affirm you aren’t naked before you stumble your way to the front door.

“There you are!”

You blink.

The boy standing outside fidgets, tugs his bag closer to him.

You blink again.

He twitters out a nervous laugh. “I was starting to think you weren’t home. That would have sucked, yeah?”

Your lips tug downwards. Jimin. Cogs whir lazily in your brain. Why was he here? Did you–

You choke.

Jimin.

Jimin is at your door. And you are dressed in your pajamas.

In fact, you can’t even call them proper pajamas, what with the oversized shirt hanging to your thighs, just nearly covering the Clifford the Big Red Dog shorts you’ve owned since the eighth grade. Suddenly you are very, very awake.

“Jimin?” Something that is definitely not a squawk leaves you in a rushed breath. You clear your throat. “I mean, uh, what are you doing here?”

“Is it that bad to see me?” He laughs, grins so wide his eyes nearly disappear.

You want to become one with the door. Why, why didn’t you look through the peephole before you answered? Here you are: crusty morning breath, and here he is, looking like he just hopped out from a photoshoot in heaven, smile as warm and inviting as the scarf he’s ducking his face into-

wait.

Jimin is indeed trying to be eaten by his scarf, the tips of his ears bitten pink, cheeks flushed an angry sanguine. You peer closer and realize his smile is shaky, teeth clattering. It hits you like a brick that you yourself are unconsciously curling your fingers into your palms to hide them from the harsh cold coming in through the open door.

“How long have you been out here?” You demand, all thoughts of embarrassment fluttering away in the breeze. Your hands flit about, snatching onto any piece of his clothing you could find. Jimin doesn’t stand a chance as you pull him into the house.

“I’m okay, really,” Jimin reassures you, but you’re not deaf to the sigh of relief that escapes him when the two of you venture deeper into the heat of your home. He brings his palms up to his face and blows. “But thank you.” You’re drawn to his mouth at the action, his full lips even more pillowy from the frigid cold he had just escaped. He bites into his bottom lip, rubbing the soft petal with his thumb, and then you’re rushing to look away, to catch your breath before you lose it all together.

“That’s great.” It’s a miracle that you don’t stutter as you twist abruptly, heading towards your kitchen. “Tea? Tea.”

Ten minutes later, Jimin is sitting in your couch, all cozy and snug and sipping hot cocoa from your favourite mug. You’re squished beside him, still trying and subsequently failing to understand what’s going on.

“Anyway,” Jimin stretches. “I come bearing gifts.”

You swing an arm over the back of the sofa. “It’s the middle of November.” It doesn’t take much for your stare to turn accusatory. “Actually, how did you even find out where I dorm?”

He squints. “Well I mean,” he chases the last bit of the cocoa in the bottom of the cup. “I’ve been here before. Remember?”

“Uh no, I definitely do not remember that ever being a thing.”

Jimin hums, purses his lips with mischievous eyes. It’s an expression you are all too familiar with, and you feel the terror sink into your bones. “Ah, you wouldn’t know would you?” His tongue swipes out to remove his chocolate mustache.

“Park Jimin,” you slam your hands onto your thighs. Every second that goes by frightens you further. “What did you do?!”

“More like what you did.” He runs a hand through his hair on habit. “Last summer? The meteor shower?”

You rack your brain for memories.

Meteor shower. Yes. It was the night that–

“Oh no,” you moan.

“Oh yes.”

You wince. “Alright, alright, I believe you, stop-”

“Poor me,” he interrupts, pressing onward through your groans. “Poor little old me, saddled with the drunk who decided to take a swim in the lake.”

“I was having a bad week.“

“So of course, being the loving friend that I was–and the only one willing to–I had to bring you home before you did anything more insane, like I don’t know, try to eat several ducks raw .” You open your mouth. “Tae told me what building you dorm in.”

You close it back, hissing a dark “traitor” through your teeth.

“You were so cute,” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows. “I even had to tuck you into bed.”

“Can we just pretend that never happened?” You rub at your face.

“We could. But where’s the fun in that?”

You give him a look that says he’d better behave or he’d be kicked back outside in ten seconds. "You said you brought gifts.”

“Well, a gift,” he digs into his bag, rummaging around. "Precisely one. Singular.” You watch blearily, sinking down into the couch. “Ta-da!"

Your fingers inch closer only for him to slap at your hand. You watch in despair as he holds it away from your reach. “What?”

“Are you not even going to ask what it’s for?” He raises an eyebrow.

“What’s it for?” You deadpan.

“Well I’m not gonna be here all next month, so I decided to come give you your Christmas gift early. And no, you’re still not allowed to open it until actual Christmas.”

“Right.” You already know you’re going to peek the moment he leaves. “Regardless, where are you going?”

“Visiting family,” he says shortly, twisting to face you better in the sofa.

You rub at your neck. Outside, the bitter wind still howls and scratches at your balcony window. “Well now I feel bad, you jerk. I don’t have anything for you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” It’s his turn to roll his eyes. A hand lifts to wag a nonexistent finger at you, lost in the long sleeve of his sweater. “Just accept my love.”

You decide not to dignify that with a response, covering up another yawn with your fist.

Jimin frowns.

“You know, that’s the third time you’ve done that.”

“What?”

“Yawn.” He sits up. His eyes are suddenly brighter, more intrusive, scanning over your appearance.

“Really?” You shift, making an effort to try and appear more alert. Jimin is one hundred percent not buying it.

“Yes, really. Are you tired of me already?” His tone is joking at first, but it soon trails off into doubt. “Was this a bad time to come over?”

“No!” You insist, surprising yourself at the venom in your tone. The thought of him going and taking his sunshine presence with him leaves a terrible taste on your tongue. “No, you’re fine.” You don’t even realize you’ve reached out to grab his sleeve.

“Uh…huh.” He scrutinizes the couch he is sitting on, as if just noticing the unusual number of blankets strewn all over it. “And what were you doing before I got here?”

You hesitate. “Well.”

“Knew it,“ he shakes his head, clicking at the roof of his mouth. A second later he’s shuddering a breathy laugh, the one where his whole body shakes, and if he was the sun before he just became a whole new star system. His radiance is so bright you nearly have to look away. “It’s the middle of the day!”

“Yeah whatever.“

Jimin snickers and rests his cheek in his palm. He says nothing then, merely stares at you with something undecipherable in those eyes. Your head instantly spins with chaos. Don’t make it a big deal . Your heart stutters in your throat when his silent stare only continues, unrelenting. Don’t–

The corner of his mouth lifts into a lopsided smile and you promptly give up.

“Jimin-”

“You should rest,” he interrupts. You squirm in the seat, already rearing to disagree. He stops you ahead, pouts in that Jimin way that no one in history has ever been able to resist–you never stood a chance.

“I-”

“I’m right, aren’t I?” It’s less of a question and more of an intimidation at this point. You feel yourself deflate.

“You’re right,” you surrender, scowling at the smug sound that exits him. “‘Didn’t want to send you back out in that hell, but apparently you’re just dying to freeze again. Sure you don’t want to wait until it lightens up?”

Jimin looks at you like you’re insane.

“Who said I was going anywhere?”

Right.

“Uh.” You nowhere near computed. “What are you going to do then?”

“Well I did say you should sleep, idiot. Let’s just sleep together.”

Everything short-circuits. Any smartass comments ooze right out your ears and onto your freshly vacuumed carpet.

“I'm sorry ?” You trade places with a banshee in two seconds flat.

Jimin ducks closer as though he’s entirely oblivious to your plight. You don’t react when he casually unwraps your fingers from the mug in your lap, placing it onto the floor.

“It’ll be like a siesta,” he shrugs. His tone is innocent, but literally everything you know about him says otherwise. He lifts your knee to free some of the blanket trapped underneath; all you can process is the sensation of his hands on your skin. “This couch is big enough for the both of us.”

It’s really not –Jimin’s whole leg is hanging off the side, but you don’t get the chance to complain because he’s already moving, adjusting the pillows and draping the dense blanket over the two of you.

“Your toes are cold,” is all you can say, too shell shocked to filter what’s exiting your mouth.

“Sorry,” he drawls. “Who was it that had me standing outside?”

You retreat further into your side of the couch so that his skin doesn’t brush yours, a feat you learn is next to near impossible with the space given.

“You don’t have to-”

“It’s fine,” you rush, unwilling to venture into the topic any further lest your heart bursts from your nerves. “This is good.”

Conversation ceases, and a heavy silence settles thicker than the uneasy tension in the room. There’s only the sound of your combined breaths–of the rustling of your clothes as you try your hardest to remain still, which only results in the exact opposite.

A good chunk of time passes this way. As your eyes grow burdened, you think that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to confront this, that you would actually fall asleep before having to face the situation.

Jimin’s voice meeting the air assures you that there is no such luck.

“This is stupid,” he says bluntly. “Get over here.”

You reluctantly peer over your shoulder to see what he was doing, and almost choke on your saliva. His arms are spread wide open, teeth nipping at his lips in what looks to be apprehension. At your aghast face, he nooks his fingers in an action that reads ‘come’. Heat drains from your face and floods straight downwards.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” you play it off with a wavering smile. “I think we should just–”

He grimaces.

Jimin says your name firmly,

and

you feel it: the way the mood shifts.

He’s not teasing anymore. The implications are clear as day that he’s casting aside the tiptoeing you’ve been doing around each other since day one.

You don’t dare to breathe in the sudden empty space. You’ve been in denial for so long, for so long, that this jumps right past discomfort and into actual panic.

You’re scared. Shame burns hot through you. Logic tells you that this is ridiculous, but the unknown frightens you. There is so much empty space now, a writhing breeding ground practically pregnant with future disappointment and heartbreak. You can’t move, and this void of time has gone on for too long, and he is going to give up, going to move on-

Jimin’s gaze softens.

“Hey,” he says. You startle.

You know that look.

You’ve had an infinite amount of time to study the enigma that is Park Jimin. The things that have him giddy for days. Those that creep and burrow under his skin to make him boil . You’ve memorized the true meaning behind every smile, every leer, every chuckle. How could you not? The man had woven himself tight into the threads of your life, just as you had he.

This was your best friend. One who was currently splintering you into jagged shards at his feet, but it’s the same Jimin who you shoved laughing into the pool last week. The same Jimin who can’t take his coffee black, who texts you way past midnight into those early morning hours that are delirious with exhaustion and make his terrible jokes funnier than they should be.

And right now, there is no mistaking the unspoken message in his eyes. A promise of security. Of future whispered nothings and lazy kisses, and trembling, burning trails left by sunkissed hands–anything, everything cliche under the sun if you so desired it. All or nothing the two of you could be at once laid in front your hands, open or not.

You ache.

“Get over here,” he repeats simply.

You say nothing when you move and duck into his open arms.

He holds you to his chest. You press your nose into the curve of his neck, quivering an exhale. Smiling, he brushes his lips to the top of your head, the touch so faint you would have doubted it was there at all if not for the way he reverently brings you closer.

“Sleep well.”

↪dedicated to @sehunpeachy

#tooth rotting fluff(!)#the fic no one asked for but. oh me! i did!#park jimin #jimin x reader #sir whiplash #vina writes

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chilled-soul-speaker · 6 years ago

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Paper Stars: Chapter 1

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Aloth’s job was supposed to be easy: find the Watcher of the Wastes, figure out her weaknesses, then report back to the Leaden Key. Instead, he finds himself caught up in the Watcher’s mission to find the cause of the Hollowborn in the Dyrwood and uncover a plot hidden for thousands of years.

The clock is ticking for both of them though, and if Aloth can’t find a way break both of their curses in time, all of Eora will suffer the consequences.

However, they say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.

(Howl’s Moving Castle AU)

Rating: T Pairings: Eventual Watcher/Aloth Warnings: To be added as needed

Chapter 1: In Which Aloth Is Offered A Deal

“Blasted…insufferable…swamp!!” Aloth fumed as his leg sunk almost knee deep in the sludge once again.

It took a few long moments before he was able to wedge his boot out of the mud with a slunk! He didn’t stick around long enough to watch the hole fill back up, instead preferring to find more solid ground only a few feet away. He found refuge under a twisted tree from the pounding rain that had started an hour before and made this trek absolutely miserable. Honestly, the locals in the town of Gilded Vale nearby made the Wastes past Esternwood sound like a lovely forest trek. This dark and gloomy Helscape was the complete opposite and he was sure that he had only traveled a few miles in the five or so hours he had been out here.

The elf was now regretting his decision to leave Gilded Vale today. He should have stayed in that dingy in with watered wine and uncomfortable beds. Compared to what he was expecting to sleep in tonight, The Black Hound was practically paradise.

He sighed. Even so, he couldn’t turn back now. An Acolyte had given Aloth a mission: to find and investigate the Watcher of the Wastes. Figure out their source of power and any weaknesses she may have, then report back for further instructions.

Easier said than done. While he was glad that he was trusted now with more high-profile work, the trouble it had caused him these past few weeks gave him headaches. Aloth’s irritability transferred to Iselmyr and she became petulant, starting fights with anyone who gave Aloth any trouble, adding to Aloth’s stress levels.

Then he heard wind of a strange keep moving down from the mountains to the north of Gilded Vale a few years back. A strange alchemist visited the town and after, the women of Gilded Vale began giving birth to Hollowborn children. The Acolyte had told him that the Hollowborn epidemic had spread through the Dyrwood from that point, and that this Watcher had to have used a yet unseen form of Animancy to achieve this, breaking the cycle of souls in this country. The thought of those poor children, unblinking and barely alive, sickened him. They should be experiencing the life they had been born into, be able to experience joy, sorrow, and anger…

What kind of kith stole souls? And for what nefarious reason?

So here he was. Out here in the wilderness, splattered in mud and grass, and soaked to the bone. The locals had said that the castle had moved out directly east, into the fog that drifted from the mountains.

Aloth leaned out from his shelter to see if the rain had cleared up any of the fog. But it was useless, he could still only see a couple hundred feet ahead of him before the landscape dissipated in the mist.

“I might as well stop for the night,” he sighed out loud, “At least here I have some shelter from the rain.”

Chin-chirring! Chirr-SNAPSNAP SNAAAAAAAP!

The sudden cacophony of sound him made him spin back towards the tree, one hand on his scepter and the other on his grimoire.

It was just a broken scarecrow. It seemed as though it had been high in the branches before, and the rain must have soaked it until it was heavy enough to break from its perch and fall.

‘Look at ye! Scared o’ a wee tattie-bogle!’ Iselmyr mocked from the back of his mind. Rolling his eyes and pushing her influence back, Aloth relaxed and moved to throw the scarecrow away from his new resting spot.

Only he never got to. Before he had taken a single step, it began to shake and shift, the bells tied to the ‘arms’ of the scarecrow making a racket. As Aloth took a step backwards from it, the scarecrow bent its arms and pushed itself up onto its singular leg. Now fully erect, Aloth could see the entirety of it.

The miserable scarecrow wore a tattered black sack like it was some sort of dress, while small immaculate silver bells were lashed on its cross bar and chimed as they swayed. The most horrible thing by far though, was the head. It was made out some sort of root vegetable, but it was too long rotten to know what kind in this lighting, and it seemed as though dried grass had been tied onto it to act as some sort of long hair.

Aloth now held his scepter, ready to launch a bolt of energy as soon as it moved towards him.

But it didn’t. It just stood there, rain dripping off steadily. Even so, Aloth didn’t let his guard down. It was enchanted, that was certain. He had heard of some wizards animating objects with their magic, but the lack of a caster nearby made him doubt that was the case. Perhaps this was a feat of animancy. The normal case would have been a soul bound to armor so that it could fight in the stead of its master. He started to circle the scarecrow slowly, scepter pointing at it. As he expected, the scarecrow turned with him to keep facing in his direction. He took a few steps backwards and the scarecrow hopped towards him. It was aware of him, but it was confusing that it did nothing but keep the same amount of distance between them.

At a loss, Aloth made a shooing gesture with his scepter, “Go away now! This is my resting spot!”

There was a long, eerie moment, with only the sound of the rain, as Aloth stared down the scarecrow, feeling rather stupid for trying to scare it off like some sort of animal.

Surprisingly though, the scarecrow made a sharp turn, and hopped off into the distance. Aloth watched and waited for the sound of the bells to disappear before he clipped his scepter back onto his belt. The whole situation only convinced him further that the Dyrwood was a strange country run amok with unchecked Animantic corruption.

After a few seconds, Aloth blinked in confusion. What had caused him to have that thought suddenly? Shaking his head, he decided that the exhaustion from such difficult travel had muddled his mind and he settled close to the tree. It was going to be a long, uncomfortable night camping out in the rain.

Not but a few hours later, he woke to the sound of bells again, and he remembered the strange construct that had run off. Looking up, the scarecrow now towered over him, this time with an oiled cloth stretched behind it, better sheltering him from the rain.

Thoroughly put off now, Aloth stood up to face the scarecrow, “You! Where did you get that from?”

Unsurprisingly, the scarecrow did not answer.

“W-Well!” the elf was at a loss of what to do now. Although his first reaction was to just destroy it, the thought that there was some sort of soul attached to it made him uncomfortable to do so. After all, it hadn’t done anything to harm him.

Then a thought struck him suddenly, “Why don’t you go find a place for me to stay? Surely it would be better for me to find some place dry to sleep rather than underneath a tree!”

As expected, the scarecrow stood there before turning again and hopping off at a rapid pace, the cloth tied onto it flapping wildly.

For the first time in a long while, Aloth was proud of his cleverness. The nearest place to stay was The Black Hound Inn back in Gilded Vale, surely the scarecrow would get stuck in the mud somewhere along the line, or someone else would decide what to do with it. It was off his hands now.

Settling back into what was sure to be an uncomfortable night, Aloth forgot about the scarecrow and fell into a fitful doze.

The second time he woke up that night was more alarming. The earth shook slightly under him at a slow, rhythmic pace. Dead leaves and twigs fell on top of him at the next pulse. Aloth stood, keeping a hand on the trunk of the tree to balance himself and as he looked out, the sight that met him made his jaw drop.

Peeking out from behind the fog, he saw towers of stone, as well as adra moving closer at a halting pace, timed with the shaking of the ground. After a few moments, a keep phased into view, the entire building being held aloft by huge legs made of shining adra.

There was no doubt about it, this was the moving keep of the Watcher of the Wastes. And it was right. In. Front. Of. Him.

The sound of bells knocked him from his shocked trance, and he spotted the scarecrow in the distance in front of the keep heading towards him.

‘Th’ lad asks ye tae find ‘im a place tae stay, an ye brin a whole castle?!’ Iselmyr exclaimed, ‘Yer aff yer heid!’

For once, Aloth agreed with her, and watched as the keep moved closer and closer. The scarecrow arrived first and bounced, shaking its bells as though using it to direct the keep.

“What have you done?! Is the Watcher your master?!” Aloth whispered as loudly as he dared. The keep was now only about a hundred feet away, and he could see the copper veins that traced artfully up the legs of the keep.

The keep stopped and the legs bent underneath it, settling into a kneeled sitting position. The scarecrow stopped hopping in place and moved forward for a bit before turning back to Aloth and bouncing.

Catching its meaning, Aloth asked, “Do you mean for me to get closer?!”

Bouncing a few more times, the scarecrow hopped forward another few feet and turned again.

Rubbing his forehead, Aloth reasoned that he would’ve come across the keep eventually, so he might as well take this opportunity to get back on track with his mission. He let the scarecrow lead him to a small door near the back of the keep.

“I suppose that’s the way in,” Aloth commented half to himself and half to the construct as he took a closer look at the structure, “This place is actually quite a wreck isn’t it? You would think that a moving keep covered in adra would look better than this.”

As if insulted by his comments, the keep started to shift and move up.

“Are you really insulted by something like that?!” he asked incredulously as he ran up the stairs and flung open the door.

After he rushed in, the door slammed shut behind him and he heard a small ping! as it did so. Aloth turned around and found that the small window set into the door was dark and he couldn’t see the outside anymore. Not even the sound of the rain could be heard. Deciding that was the least of his worries, now that he was in the moving keep of the Watcher of the Wastes, he unclipped his scepter and walked up the winding staircase that was the only feature of this small foyer area.

It took a few minutes, and as he was beginning to wonder if the stairs ever stopped, he spotted firelight flickering from above.

What he expected to enter was an area that matched the ruined exterior of the keep but was surprised to see a spacious room with a large hearth. A long table was at the opposite wall and had stacks of books, bottles, and containers on top of it. Near the back of the room was a staircase that lead up, as well as a cabinet and wash basin. The hearth was crackling merrily in its large stone dais, a hook hung off the side with a large pot, and a strange stone bust of an elderly woman. The room was completely silent, and there was no sign that anyone was around. Strangely, nothing shook either, it was as if this place was not moving in the first place.

Sensing no immediate danger, Aloth walked towards the table to investigate, but kept an ear out for any sudden movements. The books generally seemed to be stacked by topic, herbology, alchemy, metaphysics, and interestingly a few tomes of chants. Most of the bottles were empty, but a few had been labeled with their use and names of people. A sheet of paper had the same names listed along with dates and costs, perhaps acting as some sort of ledger?

“If you would like, there’s a hook on the wall where you can hang your cloak,” a grandmotherly voice offered, “And sit near the fire, you have to be freezing!”

Aloth whirled around, dropping the paper he had been reading. Scepter at the ready, he couldn’t spot that anything had changed, but there was no doubt that someone had spoken.

“Over here, dear,” the voice spoke once more, a slight echo to her words. This time he felt as though a gentle hand turned his face so that he was looking directly at the stone bust, “There we go. I apologize, it has been a while since we’ve had a newcomer in these halls.”

He narrowed his eyes at the statue, “What, or rather, who are you?”

A small chuckle preceded her response, “You may call me ‘Steward’. I am the caretaker of this keep when its master is away. You can rest easy here, you are safe from all while you are in Caed Nua.”

“Begging your pardon, but this is the keep of the Watcher is it not?” Aloth pointed out. Despite this kind voice, he was of no mind to let his guard down. Something wasn’t right about this place.

The Steward sighed, “I suppose you have heard the rumors as well then? I do wish she wouldn’t let them run rampant as she has.”

“Rumors?”

“Of the Hollowborn. My Lady is trying to solve this epidemic, she did not cause it.” The Steward said this with such conviction that he almost believed her. Almost.

This was a well-timed opportunity, one that he couldn’t afford to give up. It would be advantageous to stay here in the keep to survey the Watcher’s actions. It wouldn’t be long at all before he could leave and report back to the Acolyte with his findings.

Choosing his words carefully, Aloth proceeded, “Well, I am glad that it seems the rumors are false. Would it be possible for me to speak with her in the morning about it?”

A wave of gratitude and warmth flowed from the statue, “The lady left with a companion of hers earlier in the day, they should be returning in the early afternoon tomorrow if they are able to keep with their schedule.”

A companion? That was certainly intriguing, he had only heard that the Watcher operated alone before this.

“Wonderful!” he exclaimed, wincing a little at the over-enthused tone he had injected into his voice, “I look forward to meeting her!”

“I’ll let her know that she has a guest waiting for her, that normally hurries her up,” the Steward commented, and he felt that if she could, the bust would have nodded slowly. “Until then, there’s a free room on the second floor, last door on the left. You’re welcome to stay there and down here in the common area while you wait.”

The door up the stairs creaked open, and he felt the presence of the Steward dim, as though she had left the area. A peculiar feeling, but not one unlike the one he experienced when he pushed Iselmyr past the mental wall he had built between them. Silence, but knowing that he was being watched.

He ignored the hooks that had been pointed out to him earlier but took note of the three or four capes hanging on them. It seemed that it was possible that the Watcher had more of these companions. That or she had a tendency to collect cloaks. Moving past them and up the stairs, he stopped on the second floor and saw fire light spilling from an open door at the end of the hall.

Despite his wariness of the place, he couldn’t help but admit how remarkable the keep was. It must have taken more than just one lifetime to have enchanted a place such as this and keep it running for years on end. He had no doubt that at least some animancy had been involved with the creation of this place, the existence of the Steward confirmed that much at least, but he could still appreciate the work that went into this keep’s creation.

The room he entered was rather simple. The walls made of smooth stone were bare except for the single slit of a window. from which he could see the marsh he had come in from. A bed, side table, and chest took up most of the room’s space, while a small hearth reminiscent of the one downstairs took up the far corner.

A single sheet of paper with neatly scrawled handwriting on the bed sheets informed him not to put out the hearth himself, instead requesting him to command the fire to dim or extinguish itself as needed. It seemed to Aloth that there was no part of this keep that was run without magic and he wondered why that magic hadn’t been extended to the exterior of the keep to fix its appearance.

Aloth warmed himself by the hearth for a while, taking care to dry off his outer clothing and gear as he did so. He fell into a daze, watching the flames crackle without any wood to sustain them. They seemed to have a strangely relaxing rhythm to the way they wavered. The weight of the entire day seemed to fall onto his shoulders at once as he remembered how little sleep he had gotten. He felt his eyes drift closed slowly…

“That’s quite the blood curse you have, child,” a voice curled out slyly from the fire, jolting him awake, “Did you come here thinking you could break it?”

Aloth blinked once, twice, thrice, unable to come to terms with what he was staring at.

The fire had changed from a comforting orange glow into a sickeningly blue-green hue. The flames themselves were twisted into a vaguely reptilian shape, with eyes made of golden sparks staring straight at him.

“B-blood curse?” he sputtered, unable to say much else. This had to be a dream, there was no way that there was a small wurm in his fire, and it was absolutely impossible for some outsider to know about th-

“Yes…very ancient magic as well,” the voice sounded feminine, but was overlaid with a strange other-worldly tone, as though someone else spoke with them, “If I’m correct, it hasn’t been passed through your bloodline for too long has it? But it keeps you from speaking about it to keep it intact?”

Aloth gritted his teeth, very much wanted to say exactly what he thought about this creature’s tone and their meddling in his business but found it impossible to do so. The familiar twinge of pain in his jaw and temple regarding this topic grounded him.

The creature’s chuckling sounded like rocks tumbling over each other and sent yellowish sparks from what could be considered their mouth. He could feel the waves of smug victory from this creature and he abhorred it, “Why don’t we make a deal then”

“What deal?” he managed to spit out.

“I’ll break your curse,” they began, “If you manage to break my contract with the Watcher girl.”

“What makes you think that I’d be able to do that?”

“I watched from the fire downstairs as you poked around, wizard,” they spat the last word, causing sparks to fly, “You are the only one who has entered this keep who has the ability to navigate an ancient arcane contract and break it.”

“That may be the case; however, I do not need help with-” his jaw tightened unnaturally, preventing him from speaking further.

At this, the eyes of the creature widened slightly, and their head stretched closer to his face, passing the boundary of the hearth. Strangely, there was no burning heat from the creature as it approached, instead, he felt as though a cool wind was flickering in its place.

“Oh? So, someone has offered to break the curse for you then?” they asked. Taking Aloth’s steely gaze as an affirmative, they laughed, “Oh child, they lied to you. Maybe they said they could, but unless they’ve lived as long as I have, I doubt they have any idea of where to even begin with it.”

“Why don’t you do it now then? Prove it to me?” It had been a long time since he had discussed his curse aloud with others and finding a way to make his point while avoiding the effects was proving more of a challenge than he remembered.

The creature drew back and gave a long, dramatic sigh, playing up their suffering, “Oh, I would if I could, child. Unfortunately, this contract prevents me from doing such a benevolent act!”

Aloth rolled his eyes at the ploy, “How convenient.”

The creature stopped in its antics and looked back at the elf, “It is the truth, but it seems as if I can’t convince you. The offer still stands, as long as you reside in this keep,” They paused for a moment, and there was a knowing glint in their eyes, “I think that you’ll become interested in this once you meet the Watcher.”

He gave the creature an incredulous look, “I don’t think it will come to that.”

“Oh, I think eventually you and I will become good friends,” the rough chuckle rumbled out of the creature once again, “I am called Sefyra, and you need only to call on me when you wish to accept my offer.”

At that declaration, the fire went out, sending green sparks into the air and darkness descended in the room.

It was at this point, that Aloth knew he had finally gotten into something that was way over his head.

#i finally got this out aslkdjfawoilkd #poe #pillars of eternity #aloth x watcher #watcher wednesday

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storytaeme · 7 years ago

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adoration – vmin

Breaking News: Local Nerd, Kim Taehyung, Falls in Love with Resident Sweet Heart and Reigning “Most Charming” Champion, Park Jimin

vmin week 2017 – taehyung x jimin

❧ Elements: Fluff | Pining AU, High School AU

❧ Word Count: 5,440 words

❧ A/N: This is possibly the nicest dynamic I’ve ever written for vmin and I just enjoy their connection sm!!!! A cliché trope because I love clichés <3

taehyung

Sometimes, he feels like the universe is playing some sort of cruel joke on him. What are the odds right? Then again, the chances of falling for someone like Park Jimin is significantly higher when—well—when you actually see that Park Jimin is an angel sent from the heavens to bless the world with his ephemeral presence.

The one rule that you have to know is that you cannot hate Park Jimin. Both in the sense that, you may just get pounced on by the rest of his friends, followers, and fans, as well as the fact that the feat itself is impossible to accomplish.

Park Jimin is the equivalent of a puppy. You just do not hate puppies.

And Taehyung? Taehyung is the outsider tucked away in a corner of the school. One that used to hide in bathroom stalls to avoid bullies from picking on his lunch money or plucking his novels from his school bag. One that trips over his own feet (or others’ when they are feeling particularly mean) during gym and is the last to be selected for every team. It is something he has grown accustomed to, yet still instills the fear in him nonetheless.

But Jimin is different—Jimin radiates the kind of goodness that will make saints fall over their own feet for him. He’s the type to bid others good morning and remember what exams you have to wish you the best of luck. He strolls down the halls and greets everyone in sight because everyone knows him. He has that presence.

Taehyung envied him at first. He has always wanted the sort of confidence that Jimin exudes and wanted the coordination capabilities to handle a soccer ball for more than two seconds.

“Tae-ah.” The sweet voice breaks through his nostalgic reverie and Taehyung looks up, glasses slipping down his face to find himself facing the divine being himself. Even in the early hours of the morning, he has a smile adorning his face—bright and brilliant. Taehyung wants to melt from the sheer heat it oozes.

Taehyung quickly pushes his glasses up and rights himself (he tends to hunch and Jimin scolds him all the time for it). “J-Jimin, good morning.”

He giggles and Taehyung swears he sees a shooting star fall behind him.

“Good morning, what are you reading?” Jimin grins, peeking over to the open book in the other boy’s hand.

“Just something for Korean lit later,” Taehyung mumbles, shifting the book a little so Jimin can glance at it.

But just as he does so, his name rings across the classroom and the other boy whips around to the source of the sound. Jimin shoots Taehyung an apologetic smile as he slides out of the seat in front of him. “That looks pretty good, tell me about it later?” Taehyung isn’t sure why, but he may have visibly deflated at it. Jimin hurries to add, “I’ll see you later in the gardens?”

Taehyung nods but looks down at the pages he is reading again. He can’t help himself from being disappointed, but he tries to. It isn’t as if he is Jimin’s only friend. Jimin has a lot of friends. Taehyung has one. Maybe two if you count Jeongguk—his lab partner. He just has to deal with sharing—even if he has never been good at it.

jimin

It is always hard to leave Taehyung behind when all he wants to do is smother the boy in cuddles that make him blush and tell him stories and listen to his stories that make him grin from ear to ear. Taehyung doesn’t smile very often, prefers to keep his head down low to avoid attention, and Jimin wishes—God, he wishes—that Taehyung can be more open with himself.

He has a brilliant smile, one that always knocks his breath out of his chest, leaves him in awe at the sheer magnificence of it. Jimin can still recall the first time Taehyung offered it to him—that smile. He had been so taken aback that his footsteps had halted and he is left to stand there, stunned. Taehyung had blinked at him in confusion and worry, smile melting away. And Jimin wanted nothing more than to make him laugh and smile until his cheeks ache, wanted to put that shining curve back on his face.

“Sorry,” he had said. Jimin had been puzzled. “I know my laugh’s kind of weird and smile’s kind of wonky.”

Jimin doesn’t know where all of this came from. He wishes he does so he can kick it away and make Taehyung happier with himself and the world. Taehyung is possibly the most beautiful human being Jimin has ever met and it makes him almost green with envy how wonderful he is. He’s gorgeous, he’s sweet and thoughtful, he’s smart. Jimin’s heart throbs at the thought of him alone, wishes that he can be half as great of a human being as Taehyung is.

“No,” Jimin had breathed, “you’re beautiful.”

The flush that had graced his cheeks then was enough of an indicator that Taehyung doesn’t quite believe that and Jimin so desperately wants to prove him wrong.

But now, sitting behind him in class, he feels like this is where he is destined to be. Always staring at Taehyung from afar, watching him grow and develop before him, perhaps even fading away from his sight. It’s a painful thought. Jimin has soccer and his friends, sure, but Taehyung has this whole other world beyond him. He has such big dreams, he had shared them before with Jimin. He sees the world with a little more faith than others and he wants to make it a better place for everyone.

It pains him to see that Taehyung can so easily disappear from before his sight and all Jimin wants to do is hold on. He isn’t sure what to do when all he can do is stare and wait and watch. Jimin fiddles with the ring on his finger and wonders if he can ever, ever be the man that Taehyung deserves.

taehyung

Taehyung crouches down and reaches out his hand, carefully stretching his awkward, long limb towards the animal. He waits patiently, holding his breath as to not scare it away. It isn’t long before he feels the little tickle, the gentle brush of fur against his fingers. A smile spreads across his lips as the bunny nuzzles its nose into his touch, eyes closing in delight. “Good girl,” he murmurs and pulls out bits of hay for it to nibble on. The bunny accepts it gratefully and munches on it fast.

He is too distracted by the creature that he doesn’t feel the presence appear beside him, the figure taking a similar stance. It isn’t until the bunny perks up and leaps away, leaving him in confusion that he turns and sees Park Jimin.

His heart stops.

“Jimin.”

“Sorry,” the other boy says sheepishly, a faint blush on his face as he scratches the back of his neck. “I scared her away.”

“No, it’s fine,” Taehyung smiles to reassure him, “they get a little scared around strangers.”

“I don’t think they like me very much.” Jimin’s laugh sounds like fluttering fairy dust drifting from the heavens. It’s a sweet tinkling melody that has Taehyung’s stomach flipping. Sometimes, if he’s lucky, Jimin’s laugh has a little squeak to it—an endearing addition that the boy is embarrassed of but Taehyung adores.

Taehyung motions his hand to reach out. “They just have to get used to you. Put out your hand like this and wait until it approaches you.” Jimin does as he is told and waits anxiously, his fingers practically quaking with a tremor of an earthquake. Taehyung laughs at how tense he is. “You have to relax a little, they can smell fear.”

“I thought that was dogs,” Jimin tilts his head. Taehyung hides his grin, thinking that the boy is particularly cute today.

“Bunnies too,” he confirms, “it’ll be fine.” However, no matter how long they wait, the bunny still refuses to approach Jimin and instead hides closer towards Taehyung, nudging his hand for more food. Taehyung obliges but chides the little creature for not playing nice.

Jimin just smiles and titters again. He observes quietly as the bunnies take their turns to feed off his palm.

“They’re so cute,” Jimin murmurs. There is a soft touch to his expression that has Taehyung paying more attention to him rather than the nibbling animals in front of him.

“Bunnies are very fragile creatures,” Taehyung begins to clear the silence, “They’re very subtle with their body language, you have to pay close attention to them so you don’t misunderstand. They show their worry, but very quietly.”

Jimin hums thoughtfully and, when Taehyung looks up at him, glasses slipping again, he reaches to push it up the bridge of his nose. Taehyung blushes as Jimin smirks. “Sort of like you then.”

“Like me how?”

“Quiet body language, very shy, but very sweet,” Jimin softly says, directing his eyes to the little thing that is still cuddling up to Taehyung.

The other boy finds his cheeks heating up with flames licking up his skin. He ducks his head and instead focuses on offering the bunny more food. He clears his throat, “Have you eaten yet? Lunchtime is almost over.”

“The question is have you,” Jimin pulls out a package from his jacket pocket. Taehyung’s favorite curry bun from the cafeteria. As if to answer his question, Taehyung’s stomach rumbles in protest. “Thought so,” he confirms smugly, shoving the plastic in his direction.

“I got carried away,” Taehyung sheepishly says. Jimin is always taking care of him, always so mindful of him. How does he even have time to spare for Taehyung when he’s so busy himself? “Let me pay—”

Jimin scoffs and waves it off, “It’s no big deal.” Taehyung looks far from appeased, staring at the bread guiltily. The blonde boy seems to take pity on him and swiftly adds, bumping their shoulders together, “You can treat me next time. I like the melon bread.”

“I-I can do that,” Taehyung nods, heart doing a backflip in his chest and pressing against his ribs.

He always makes his chest so tight, fills it with so much fondness towards how wonderful he is. Taehyung wants to shower Jimin with all the good things in the world. But he swallows back the urge for now.

Maybe one day.

jimin

He is going to throw up.

His lunch is rising up his stomach again and he may actually hurl it out. It isn’t as if he hasn’t embarrassed himself in front of Taehyung before. The guy has seen Jimin stumble in the soccer field during games (usually happen when he notices Taehyung has accepted his invite to come watch) or spill chemicals in the science lab whenever his eyes wander Taehyung’s way. So what’s another moment to add to the list?

Jimin’s palms are sweating and he rubs them against his trousers as he licks his lips. Taehyung is looking particularly soft, rivaling the cuteness of the bunnies he cares for. He has such a heart of gold, even animals love him. Meanwhile, the bunnies won’t even approach Jimin. They’re a good judge of character.

But Jimin is nervous for a different reason. He can’t bring himself to muster up the courage to just invite him to his birthday party. What if he doesn’t like parties? What if he has better things to spend time on? Like, he doesn’t know, saving the world? Seems like something he would do.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks, brows knitting in concern.

“Y-yeah,” he coughs, hand cupping in front of his mouth to mask his reddened cheeks. “I, um, are you free this weekend?”

“I suppose so,” he tilts his head quizzically. Jimin’s heart almost bursts from how cute he is.

Jimin takes a deep breath. He can do this. “Do you, I mean, just if you want to and have time, want to come over to my place?” Oh shit, he isn’t doing well. Here comes the word vomit. “I mean, like, my birthday is this Friday and I’m throwing a small party with a few friends. It’ll be good, I’ll have music and food. It’ll be really chill. So I was wondering if you want to join, you know, if you’re… free,” he finishes lamely.

Park Jimin, you are the worst smooth criminal. Michael Jackson would be ashamed.

Taehyung gapes at him for a second and Jimin feels his heart drop. “Y-you want me to come to your party?”

Jimin nods, biting his bottom lip.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’m sure you’ll have a lot of people to handle already,” Taehyung says, his laugh sounding a little forced.

“Of course!” Jimin catches his hands, scaring the bunny away. Neither of them seem to mind, but their hands burned with the touch. “I’d love it if you came.”

Taehyung stays quiet for a second then nods, “Okay, I’ll be there.”

Oh God. Jimin is going to throw up. “Really?” He knows how excited he looks, but he can’t care less because Taehyung said yes.

“Yeah, just text me the place and time.”

“Right, but wait, I don’t have your number.”

“Shoot,” Taehyung laughs and pulls out his phone, “I’m an idiot.”

Jimin accepts the device with his heart in his throat. He tries to tamp down the shake in his fingers as he punches in his digits before handing it over to Taehyung. The other boy drops him a missed call.

“Right, great!” Jimin chirps. He can’t look too obvious, he’ll seem desperate. “I’ll, um, text you.”

“Okay,” Taehyung agrees quietly then turns back to the animals with a smile on his face.

Jimin has his number. Score!

taehyung

Arriving to Jimin’s house is sort of like finding the palace in those Disney movies he watched as a kid. It’s humongous and stretches across the span of the street. Lights are already flashing inside when he arrives and he can’t help the nerves that kick in.

Get it together, Kim Taehyung. Jimin invited you. He wants you there.

He takes a deep breath before waving goodbye to his mother who drops him off and tells him to have fun. He steels himself and hogs up the steps to ring the doorbell. He doesn’t know how anyone will hear, maybe this will be his last chance to esc—

“Tae!” Jimin appears in the doorway. Crap. He looks so good. He’s decked out in a jacket, hair styles neatly on his head in nice, strong waves. He looks so good. Taehyung suddenly feels a little out of place with his striped sweater. Maybe he should’ve picked something cooler to wear.

“Hey, happy belated birthday,” Taehyung chuckles nervously and pushes the wrapped gift in his direction. “Also, mom baked cookies so there’s that.”

Jimin’s smile widens. “Oh, this is so sweet of you! Thank your mom for me too. Come in, come in.” They squeeze into the living room where Jimin adds his gift to the growing pile in the center—his little package swallowed by the mountain.

He leads him to the kitchen first to grab him food and drop off his cookies at the dessert table. “I can’t cook so I had this catered,” Jimin tells him and hands him a plate, beginning to stack up all sorts of treats on the dish.

“This is just wow,” Taehyung says earnestly. The place is packed to the brim, practically overflowing with people. He should’ve known that small has a different definition in Jimin’s vocabulary.

“Sorry it’s a little crammed,” Jimin looks apologetic, “I didn’t expect this many people to actually show up.”

“It’s good,” Taehyung lies through his teeth. His anxious nature is beginning to kick in but he pushes it aside and focuses on Jimin’s hand wrapped around his. The boy pulls him through the crowd and begins to introduce him to people.

It was good for a little while, Taehyung at ease when Jimin is by his side. He isn’t used to trying to memorize so many people’s names at the same time and struggles to keep them on his tongue throughout the night.

However, his fear returns to bite him when Jimin is whisked away by a few of his friends who need the birthday boy present for whatever they are doing. Taehyung corners himself to eschew the ever moving crowd and follows Jimin with his eyes. He tries to calm himself down but it proves to be a challenge when all he can think about is how suffocating the room is.

“Taehyung,” a voice breaks him out of his sweat. He looks up to find Jeongguk standing there. “Hey, didn’t know you were coming.”

Even if the kid is two years younger than him, Jeongguk has the ease and confidence of someone much older. He’s a good kid though, smart too, which is how they met—advanced chemistry.

“Uh, yeah, sort of last minute decision,” he clears his throat.

“How do you know Jimin?”

Taehyung wet his lips with his tongue, a nervous tick, “We’re in the same level and class, share a few subjects.” Jeongguk nods understandingly. “You?”

“Soccer.”

The two engage in small talk, finding themselves more comfortable in their little bubble. Taehyung feels himself relaxing again and thanks the heavens for it, the last thing he needs is to end up being awkward in front of Jimin. God bless Jeon Jeongguk.

jimin

Even at his own party, he doesn’t have any semblance of control. When the guests started pouring in earlier, his worries had been eased somewhat. He’s been worrying and fussing over everything to make sure that it’s perfect, that the food is delicious, that the music is good. After all, Taehyung is coming. He’s actually coming.

He needs to put a good impression in front of him, make himself seem cool and fun. He hopes the mask works for Taehyung. He mingles with his friends throughout the night and incessantly glances at his watch and phone in case Taehyung can’t find the way to his place. When the doorbell rings half an hour in, he practically leaps off the couch to open the door.

Shit.

Jimin wants to cry. Taehyung is wearing the sweetest sweater and he looks so lost and adorable. He looks so neat and tidy that Jimin suddenly feels that he’s too informal. He had obsessed over what to wear for two whole hours, wondering if he should go for smooth and suave or casual and chic. He had opted for the second so it wouldn’t seem like he’s trying too hard.

Now he’s beginning to regret it. Jimin wishes he wore something nicer, could’ve matched Taehyung. He mentally smacks himself on the head for not dressing better.

Now, after taking Taehyung around (he had wanted to show him off to his friends) and regretfully leaving him on his own to tend to his other friends, Jimin is stuck in between his friends who are laughing to some joke one of them told. He keeps straining to look for Taehyung in the crowd from his spot, snacking on the cookies Taehyung brought (it’s so good, he doesn’t want to share), but fails to do so.

“Jimin,” Hoseok hits him on the back, “what’s got you so tense?”

“Sorry,” he apologizes sincerely.

“You know what you need?” Hoseok grins deviously, pulling out a clear bottle. Oh no. “Come on, it’ll be fine.”

Jimin worries his bottom lip carefully and searches for Taehyung in the crowd again to find him standing in a corner and—who’s that with him? Is that Jeongguk?

His stomach churns at the sight. Jeongguk is Taehyung’s lab mate sure, and he’s a talented freshman in the soccer team. But he doesn’t know that they talk outside of class. Taehyung throws his head back and laughs. Any other time, Jimin would be delighted to hear it but right now he’s worrying over whether there’s something going on between them. His heart squeezes bitterly at the thought. Jeongguk is good-looking, after all, and really smart. What if he likes—

“Jimin, how about it?” Hoseok grins, wiggling the bottle in front of him.

He can use that. A little liquid courage for the nerves. He nods, “Yeah, just one shot.”

taehyung

Never in his entire life has he ever been more grateful for Jeon Jeongguk. Taehyung has been feeling like an oddball since he doesn’t really know anyone else at the party. But thankfully, Jeongguk doesn’t either so they keep each other company and he learns more about his lab partner within that half an hour than he has the entire year.

Sometime, his gaze wanders over to Jimin who is still hanging with his close group of friends. People Taehyung recognize to be part of what most will consider the popular group. Their faces are easily recognizable as expected. That’s where Jimin radiates the brightest, the way he shines emphasized by others that glow along with him.

He is lost deep in thought when Jeongguk excuses himself to refill his soda and Taehyung is left alone once again. He feels a little better now though, albeit a little more melancholic than before. He has never felt so distant from Jimin, their worlds so far apart. Taehyung is like a blip in Jimin’s obit, a small meteor amongst many others that circle the sun of his presence.

However, he is taken aback when Jimin shows up before him. “Taehyung,” the boy whimpers, looking up at him. His cheeks are flushed, lips glistening. Is he… drunk? Taehyung’s stomach flips with worry.

Jimin then proceeds to nuzzle his face into Taehyung’s neck. His breath is a fresh hit of heat on his already warm skin. People start to notice that it is in fact Jimin who has trapped Taehyung into corner and is whining while muttering unintelligible phrases. “Jiminie,” he whispers, “are you okay? Do you want me to get you water? Do you want to sit down?”

A grumble sounds from the boy. But he takes Taehyung’s hand, mumbling, “Want you to come with me.” Taehyung keeps him from falling over as he stumbles into the living room. He squints at the pile of presents for a moment as Taehyung puzzles over what has overcome him, before he reaches out and snatches Taehyung’s from the stack. Then he pulls him out of the room in spite of his friends’ complaints and up the stairs. Taehyung follows him religiously all throughout this journey and isn’t quite sure what to say or do.

“Want—” Jimin hiccups “—want to open your present with you.” He narrows his eyes at the tape again and carefully peels it back as to not rip the packaging.

“It’s just wrapping paper, you don’t have to be so cautious with it,” Taehyung advises, wondering why Jimin is taking his time with it.

Jimin throws his glare in Taehyung’s direction this time, which has the boy cowering slightly. “You put in effort into this, I don’t want to barbarically ruin it.”

The thought is endearing and has Taehyung’s lips curling into a shy smile. So he waits quietly as Jimin picks on the sticky tape. When he finally unravels the paper and picks up the gift, Taehyung feels his palms get clammy. He isn’t sure how Jimin will react to such a simple gift.

“Sorry” is the first thing that escapes his mouth. Taehyung has wracked his brain all week looking for a good gift to give within his budget and ended up with a copy of his favorite book that Jimin has been saying he wants to give a read. So he had bought him a clean copy of the book and packaged it in whatever decorative paper was left at home. “I would’ve chosen something better, but I wasn’t sure—”

“It’s perfect,” Jimin smiles, “thank you. Really, I appreciate it.”

Taehyung nods wordlessly, too awestruck by his smile. To say he is relieved is an understatement. The blinding smile Jimin has offered him in return for his gift is worth all the trips he had made into the city.

“You’re such a great guy, Tae,” Jimin hums, intertwining their fingers together and Taehyung blushes. They stare at where their hands are connected. “You deserve so much, so much of the world.”

The other boy laughs quietly, “You’re really drunk, Jiminie.”

Jimin softens instead, “Love it when you call me that.”

“What? Jiminie?” Taehyung questions, confused.

“Yeah, it’s cute. You’re cute.”

Cue the ceaseless blush that appears whenever Jimin is around.

“Hey, Tae, can I ask you a question?” Jimin starts again, looking down at their joined fingers almost anxiously, and he nods. “Would you—I mean, will you be willing to wait for me to catch up?”

That confuses him. “Catch up where?”

“Just you—you’re moving so fast,” Jimin babbles, lifting his free hand to rub tiredly at his eye.

Taehyung laughs, “We’re sitting down.”

“Not that,” Jimin whines, shoulders trembling, “like you have your whole future planned out and you’re so accomplished and I feel like I’m so behind on everything with you and I know it’s selfish but I kind of don’t want you to leave me behind.”

Oxygen smokes out of his lungs in one sharp, shocked gasp. “Jimin”

He yawns, “Sorry, m’kind of drunk. Sorry, it’s stupid.” He lies down, pressing his face into his soft pillow.

“It’s not stupid,” Taehyung whispers, but exhaustion is already quickly taking over as the boy falls fast asleep. “I should be asking you that.”

jimin

When he awakes the next morning, there is a dull, numbing thrumming in his head. He winces as he pushes himself up, hand landing on the cool side of the bed where it is empty. He distinctly remembers Taehyung being there with him and, suddenly, his heart is hurting when he sees that he isn’t there anymore.

Fuck, he must’ve scared him away — he’s so stupid. Jimin actually smacks himself in the head this time. “Stupid, stupid,” he groans frustratedly at himself.

His throat is patch, words catching in his throat. As he pads barefoot downstairs, he scrunches up his nose at the mess he has to clean up and wonders when would be a good time to call Taehyung and apologize.

Jimin didn’t think he could ever fuck things up with Taehyung, but considering his unlucky streak with the wonderful boy, he should’ve known better. However, just as he passes by the living room and starts towards the kitchen, his footsteps stop.

Backtracking swiftly, he looks into the living room where the angel himself stands, picking trash up from the floor alone. The guests are gone and the silence that ensues is deafening.

His heart lurches in his chest. Taehyung is there. He’s really still there. Even in the morning when his hair sticks up in odd angles, Taehyung looks beautiful.

“You’re here,” Jimin whispers, voice betraying his heart.

Taehyung startles and whirls around. “Oh, you’re awake.” He blinks curiously.

Jimin’s eyes fall to the trash bag in his hand and the gloves. “What’re you doing?”

He looks guilty then and Jimin can’t even begin to fathom why he would feel as such. “S-sorry, I just figured I’d help and I found the gloves in your kitchen. I hope that it’s okay.”

Hope that it’s okay. Christ, what has Jimin ever done to deserve such an angel in his life? “No, I mean—you don’t have to do all that. I can do that—it’s not your mess to clean, Tae.” Jimin hurries to his side and reaches for the tools.

“It’s fine,” Taehyung waves him off, “you must be tired. I brewed coffee in the kitchen if you want.”

An angel. Jimin wants to cry. Ignoring the ever present light hammering in his head, he instead goes over to the kitchen to collect more things to help Taehyung tidy up the house. It takes them a few hours filled with laughter and Jimin’s recounts of the night, but they finish with the rooms looking good as new.

When they’re done, Jimin microwaves the refrigerated food his mom had left behind for the both of them. Although Taehyung keeps insisting that he doesn’t need it, Jimin practically spoon feeds a blushing Taehyung.

Taehyung eats cutely, opening his mouth wide to fit in the much smaller spoon and chews quietly, his face crinkling with the action. Like a bunny. A very cute bunny. Jimin’s heart pinches.

“Hey, so,” Jimin starts awkwardly, setting his utensils down, “about last night…”

Taehyung chokes a little and Jimin’s eyes widen. “N-no, sorry, go on.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, “that must’ve come out of the blue and it was stupid and I just—I’m sorry for dropping that on you. It must be a burden and I’m—”

“It’s not,” Taehyung mumbles and Jimin tilts his head in question, “It’s not a burden, I mean. I was just surprised is all.”

“You can forget all that, I was drunk,” Jimin says as he feels heat creep up his neck again in embarrassment. He still can’t believe that out of all the dumb things he could’ve done, he had asked that of Taehyung.

“So you didn’t mean it?” Taehyung licks his lips, gaze flying over to the door as if seeking an escape.

The idea of Taehyung leaving has him panicking. Jimin’s lips part as he rushes to respond. “I mean, I did, but I just—I didn’t want to tell you like that, it’s stupid, I’m sorry. You deserve better than that kind of confession.”

“That was a confession?”

Oh God. He’s so pure. Jimin wants to kiss him. “Yes, Tae, that was.”

Taehyung remains quiet for a second “Does that mean you like me?”

He really likes to see Jimin suffer, doesn’t he? “Y-yeah, I mean,” he coughs, “but I don’t want things to be awkward! It’s totally fine, I just—I’m sorry for putting that on your shoulders. I just got overwhelmed and you’re such a great guy and I don’t want things to change if my confession just made it worse so—”

“Jimin,” Taehyung cuts him off and it places a period to his rambling. “Will you let me talk?” Jimin can only nod idiotically, clamping his lips shut. “Your confession… wasn’t a burden, it really wasn’t. I was just really surprised because that’s the last thing I expected—I mean, I never thought that you, of all people, would like me that way? It’s just so mind-blowing until now and I’m still trying to process that you know.”

Jimin sputters, “W-why would it be mind-blowing?”

“I mean,” he blushes, “have you seen yourself? You’re this incredible guy with lots of friends and you’re just so, so amazing and I keep trying to figure out why you’d like me that way and I’m still trying to figure it out and I—”

“Taehyung,” Jimin interrupts this time and Taehyung quiets. “I like you. A lot. Like stupidly like you that I can’t stop thinking about you and overanalyzing everything and I just—I want you to be happy all the time and a huge part of me wants you to be happy all the time with me. I don’t know if you want that as much as I d—”

“Yes,” he blurts out, “I do. I mean, I want that too.”

Jimin bites his bottom lip and prays that his excitement isn’t as obvious as he thinks it is (spoiler: it is). “Yeah?”

Taehyung clears his throat with pink cheeks, “Yeah”

“So do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung nods.

taehyung

All his life, Taehyung has always thought himself to be the quiet kid, the one who doesn’t know quite how to interact with others without coming off as awkward. But he guess that all he needed was a little push—and that push is Park Jimin.

Jimin is great and amazing and all things wonderful, and Taehyung is slowly learning and coming to terms that Jimin thinks of him the same way too. They still have some ways to go to understand each other’s body language through shared touches and intimate cuddling times. But things are a little less painful when Jimin is by his side.

“Good morning, Tae,” Jimin greets, eyes turning into crescents and cheeks puffing up adorably.

Taehyung doesn’t stutter this time, doesn’t get flustered as he always does because it’s Jimin. But he still smiles and his heart still flutters aloud. “Morning, Jiminie.”

Jimin leans forward and presses a kiss onto his lips. Taehyung has never felt happier.

#bts #taehyung #jimin #vmin #vminweek2017 #vmin fluff #vmin scenarios #vmin fanfic #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fluff #THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE!!!#i finished it as i went holiday shopping w the fam so im sorry for mistakes! :D

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justoneday-namjoonii · 7 years ago

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Playing With Fire [It burns, doesn't it?] Pt. 10

Genre/au: Mafia!au, Mature, Fluff, Angst. Violence and all that good mafia stuff. Warning: Depictions of graphic torture and brief/mentioned sexual assault. This story contains graphic imagery, mental health problems, mature subject matter, improper drug usage, suggestive language, self-medication, crude/unnerving behavior, toxic coping, intensity, bloodshed. If you’re easily triggered, please proceed with caution or don’t proceed.

Members: Jungkook x Yoongi x Namjoon x Jin x Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung Feat. Got7

Summary: Why am I hurting alone? Why am I in love alone?

| Prologue | Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 | Pt. 11 | P. 12 | Pt. 13 | Pt. 14 | Pt. 15 |

In the corner of the room sat a slumped over figure, head hung low and breathing shallow. He tried to stand but he was halted by his half-asleep legs and his hands cuffed to an exposed pipe running down the wall beside him. His breath hitched, he surveyed the silent room with heavy-lidded eyes, no windows, no bed, nothing; just a dark room and the eerie bliss of his thoughts. For some odd reason whoever tied him, probably Jimin, left him one free hand. Was this on purpose? It only took something about an inch long and thin and he'd be out of here. Not a wise decision for keeping someone like him contained. A sharp pain shot to his head suddenly, forcing his body to tense and ache at its own accord. The expected side effects of chloroform and whatever else they did to him while he was under. He pushed his body up the wall to give his lungs a better position to get a deep breath of air. As he exhaled his attention was brought to the faintest sound coming from behind that door.

Being dragged out and seeing Jimin was the last thing he could remember, mentally he put the pieces together as to where he was; Yoongi’s base, at least I think it is. The one day he tried to take an evening to bring flowers to his sisters grave and this happens, that's just his luck. The jiggling off the doorknob made him freeze, the click of the lock made him frown.

“Hello.”

It took very little deciphering to conclude who was standing at the door, the voice, the face, even down to the way he walked made it obvious. He approached him with weighted steps, he's still so heavy footed, I wonder if he still doesn't notice? That thought had brought a blank expression to his face, leaving the man to scrutinize the boy's lack of concern for his own well-being. Jin stood a few feet from him, crossing his arms and waiting for him to acknowledge him properly. Taehyung shifted momentarily before looking up to lay eyes on his Hyung, he tilted his head. Jin.

“Jin...” He muttered, his eyes diverting down to the cuff on his wrist, I need these off, if they were off I could take his- No, what does he want? There went his train of thought, as particular as ever. Jin stalked a bit closer, the way Taehyung sat calmly urged him to draw nearer.

“Now, how did you end up in here Tae, Hm?” Jin asked sarcastically, of course, it was quite obvious to anyone where this conversation was going. Seeing as Tae was no longer looking him in the eye but instead at his feet and slowly back up to his eyes. He kept doing it. It was a tactic he developed years back, search his victims for an instrument to cause them pain if needed. A sadist on the go per se.

“You still do that?” He snickered, “Look, It's not gonna work here.” He squatted down to get eye level with him, leaving Tae no choice but to look at him. “You're not getting out of this. I came here with a proposition...why don't you join us?” He stood back up when Tae rolled his eyes, seemingly unimpressed by the threat, and or attempted offer. A sigh left his lips, shaking his head as Tae insisted on paying him no mind, that wasn’t a good an idea.

“Come on, Namjoon isn't coming to save you. He's only ever cared about himself, you of all people should know that.” He wasn't wrong.

Tae scoffed, chewing on his bottom lip, his brows creasing in thought, this was surely a unique set of circumstances. He wants me to join him? He leaned back against the wall, his hair still draping beautifully over his dark eyes as he scoffed like he were out of breath. “Namjoon is loyal to his family, unlike you...”

“Loyal? Where was he when they dumped your sister's body over the bridge, huh? Wasn't so loyal then was he...”

He twitched.

Jin smirked, seeing he remembered the infamous weak spot, his beloved sister. By the way his gaze darkened—his fist clenching and relaxing on their own, he had him right where he wanted him, just a little bit of pushing...

“You see...” He slipped his hands into his pockets with ease, “Y/N is my sister, you know what it's like to lose a sister, Tae. You know where I'm coming from. And on the subject of loyalty? Kim Namjoon shouldn't even be in the same sentence. Your sister went in that building and he never went back to save her, and he couldn’t but he wouldn’t, he saved himself.” He hissed, the memory only agitating him more.

“Namjoon left her in a burning building, what is wrong with you? You act like it never happened. He hurt you Tae, got your sister killed and it's amazing how you still follow him around like a damn puppy, I can give you a better life Tae, a life with less pain.”

He just stared blankly.

“I'll admit it, you're good.” He snickered. “Her death really did something to you...” He pried, but still not receiving the reaction he wanted. Needed.

He continued. “You push people to their breaking point and let them tear themselves apart while you watch it all unfold, that's an acquired occupation given your background...Namjoon used to say that people have what's coming to them, that there's no in-between in this cruel world, black or white, good or bad. Sadly, your Noona was in between, that's why he got rid of her.”

Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper.

Taehyung yanked at the restraints for the first time, making the cuffs clink against the metal pipe and Jin actually stepped back for a second, fearing he might just get out, but those thoughts were quickly put away at the realization that Tae was capable of a lot of things but the pipe could hold him.

He laughed, walking closer to assert the fact that he has won. “Aw, did I touch a nerve?”

In a split second, the pipe was ripped from the wall, but still attached to his wrist. He swung and soon Jin was pinned to the floor.

“Agh!- Get’em off of me! Wei get the hell in here and help me!”

His once freshly dry cleaned suit becoming wrinkled and undone. He managed to throw his fist at Tae’s jaw, immediately bruising his baby soft skin, it was like he was soulless. Arcane eyes, heaving chest, he cracked. Grunts and heavy breathing were heard from him as he wailed on Jin, his jaw clenched tight as he held Jin’s collar and used his still cuffed hand to cause the damage.

Jin blocked his face with his arms and finally, Wei ran into the room, staring in shock at first. Seeing Tae onto of Jin, the broken cement from the wall near the two of them. Wei didn't know how to attack, Jin was thrashing underneath Taehyung, trying to get away from the unhinged man and he was pretty hesitant to challenge Tae right now.

“Get him off of me!” Jin barked his command, snapping Wei out of it finally. He managed to pull Tae off for a few short seconds and he even raised his fist to fight but the pipe chained to his wrist was now the source of his misery.

A muffled groan left Wei’s mouth and he was hunched over, holding his head in his hands as the throbbing intensified and the hearing in his right ear was near nonexistent. Tae had swung the pipe at Wei’s head so hard that you could hear the sound the metal pipe hitting his skull.

In no time a swarm of guards came in the room to restrain him, he was violently shoved to the ground and held down by his arms. He stilled thrashed around, yanking his arms and legs, almost succeeding a few times.

“Shut the hell up!” With fuming animosity, Wei punched him in the face with enough force to draw blood from his pretty mouth, forcing his head to cock to the side. “Jin, you okay?” Wei ran to help Jin up but he was shooed away by a hand as he stood to his feet with a little unsteady footing. He watched as his men kicked and punched him as he attempted to resist, resulting in low groans of pain.

From the ground eerily he spoke calmly, “H-how could a son of a bitch like you...have such a doll of a sister like Y/N...” He cooed, a drunken smile on his face, he found this whole ordeal amusing in a sick way. “She's a sweet girl, pity I had to fuck with her head like I did...” A devious smirk appeared on his lips as he knew that would get to him.

“Stand him up.” Jin ordered.

They yanked him up and held him back by his arms as he struggles very little, he didn't do so much as jerk away.

“What the hell did you do to her.” He gripped Taehyungs jaw to force him to look him in the eye. “Talk.” Jin hissed. Taehyung peeked through his fringe, his smile wide in a coy manner. Jin assumed he had the upper hand here, but he would soon find out why Tae was smiling ever so gleefully.

“She,” He lifted his head, letting his tongue graze over his lips, “she ran away, Hyung wanted her to learn her lesson...so he gave her to me.” His gaze fixated on him, silently waiting for him to continue. The tension between them was unbearably thick and the only sound that could be heard was Tae’s ragged breathing.

“She was resistant at first but after a little persuading, she was as docile as a deer, so cute and sensitive,” He sighed, “I almost felt guilty but...she was fun to play with.” He smirked. “I know she's your sister but I've gotta tell you how good she was with her-”

“Shut up!” Jin barked angrily, not even thinking before striking him.

His hyung’s cold hand violently struck the already bruised skin of his cheek, he succeeded in taking it too far. Jin forcefully lifted his head by his hair, eliciting a sharp hiss from him as blood streamed from the purple bruise.

“Finish that sentence and I swear to God you'll regret it.” He meant that.

He sneered cockily, “It's the truth hyung,” He scrunched his brows, intending to hurt Jin in any way possible. He softened his voice with a devilish tone. “I get off on the thought of what I did to her-”

They kept cutting each other off. “I'm giving you one last chance to-”

“Fuck you.” He literally spat on him, a smirk growing on his lips as he was proud to ruin those freshly shined leather shoes.

Slowly he looked down, the blood and phlegm causing him to scrunch his nose in utter disgust. Taking a deep breath he blinked, urging himself to control his anger and temptation to kill him right here.

Wei had enough, he strides towards the man, ready to strangle him to death, “You’re psychotic-”

“Stop.” Jin blocked him, whispering something in his ear. Taehyung tilted his head in confusion as Wei’s hand went to his pocket, slipping a pill out of his pocket. He quickly clamped his hand over Tae’s mouth, he struggled and thrashed for almost a whole minute before he finally forcefully swallowed it. He stood there a disheveled mess, his stance quickly toppled over, his head hanging forward as his unconscious body hung in the men's grasp.

“Take him downstairs, lock him up,” He adjusted his suit jacket, cleared his throat. “and take his shoes.” Jin left the room, he had to remain focused and remember his goal. You.

He couldn't resist, the men drug him downstairs, where Jin has been running his operations. None of this really looked familiar, given he doesn't come here often it made sense that it was different but it looked like a separate organization. A few more shoves and he was forced into the cell, chained to the wall and sure enough they took his shoes.

Deeper, like shards of glass that I can’t reverse.

Jin had followed the group of men that were headed out so he could join Yoongi. On the way to the car, he had to situate his clothes, trying to appear as if he wasn’t just taken down single-handedly by a man with a pipe. He sighed, getting in the passenger as Yoongi eyed him weirdly before sticking the key in the ignition. “What happened to you?” Seeing as Jin was buttoning his collar and ruffling his hair. He only sighed. “Nothing...”

Jungkook rested against the headboard as you were comfortably placed in his lap. Those warm arms held you like there was no tomorrow and you returned the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck just as tight, visually insignificant to his hold but equally as genuine. “I love you...” He muttered he's been saying that all morning, sincerity in every syllable when he said it. You loved his voice, it was so soft but at the same time rough. His warm hands traveled your body, his fingertips pressing and massaging your bare skin. Hugging and squeezing you became one of his morning habits if he didn’t have to head out early. He’d furrow his brows like he was going to cry if you tried to get out of his arms. It made you sad, he held you like he was used to being left.

You had both showered earlier, he wore jeans and a plain shirt, and you wore the same with a flimsy top. You were fully dressed but he was holding you close like it was below 0 degrees in here, the whole ordeal may appear suffocating to others but it was just right to you two.”I love you so much...” He repeated, you brought your hands to his chest to look him in the eyes. “I love you too...” You pecked his cheek briefly, knowing he'd take that as an invitation to start showering you with kisses.

“God, I love you...” He kissed under your ear and up to your lips leisurely, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, causing your stomach to flutter in excitement. He nibbled the skin lightly making you squirm and fidget as he held you down, he knew the little things like that, what made you laugh, smile, cry, he took pride in knowing those things. “You know that? More than anything...” You nodded sheepishly, playing with the strands of his hair shyly, causing him to nuzzle his head towards your hand.

He cleared his throat. “I wasn't sure how you felt about all of this, you know, me, our relationship...I can't be like the guys you've probably dreamed of, I don't have a typical day job, my family life is kinda fucked up, I didn't want to drag you into this but it sort of just happened. It’s selfish but I can't imagine being without you now...” He stared up at you, “I thought-... I don't know...that maybe I wasn't enough for you...” Grabbing your hips to sit you lower on his thighs so you two were face to face, he looked down, licking his lips like he always did when he was nervous.

“Why would you think that?...I'm not sure when, but somehow we just, we became something, and I don't regret it...” Living with him, sharing and doing everything together; that was the highlight of your dreary life. You never thought you'd end up like this, desperately clinging to someone for dear life.

Sitting in silence never bothered you but this time you were a little unnerved by the way he narrowed his brows at the door, seemingly listening to whatever might be said behind it. This whole morning did seem a bit strange, he got to wake up with you without any orders or interruptions from Namjoon, or Tae. Suddenly he was lifting you from his lap and getting out of bed with a serious look on his face, that look was always scary to you, it made you feel uneasy. ‘Come with me’ he gestured for you to follow him and you hopped up immediately to take his hand into yours.

He hadn't noticed but you were shaking slightly, he could probably feel your palm begin to sweat though, you didn’t know why you were feeling so anxious. The two of you walked around looking for Namjoon until Jungkook finally saw him, slipping his hand from yours and walking out to the car.

“What’s going on? Why is everyone arming up, is there something you forgot to mention?” Namjoon looked back at the younger man with you behind him, trying to hide.

“I’m meeting Yoongi at the old base.” He fastened his gun holster, opening the car door.

“What?” He frowned. “Why?”

“They're pissed about the whole Hakyeon situation, that along with some other issues, so they kidnapped Tae, they’ll hand him over on one condition.” He glanced at you as you peeked from behind Jungkook.

“If they get you,” He grinned sarcastically and pointed to you, “and her.” Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach, they still remembered you? You tightened your grip around Jungkook’s arm, hoping Namjoon wasn’t planning on taking you with him. Jungkook looked back at you, not quite understanding why Yoongi would want you if he had him.

Namjoon feigned a careless smile. “Until I get what I initially asked for you two are staying here.”

Shaking his head in disbelief he quickly developed a determination in his eyes. “No, if they have Tae I’m going with you, Y/N can stay here while-”

“Don't you so much as leave your room Jungkook, that's an order. If you fuck this up that's our lives on the line. I’m leaving a few guys to keep an eye on things while the rest of us are out, to make sure you two don't try anything.”

He sat down in the car and attempted to close the door but Jungkook gripped the side, forcing it to stay open. “You need me with you.”

“No, I need you alive.” He yanked the door shut and told the driver to pull off. Jungkook tongued at his cheek in irritation, that’s when you knew it was really bothering him or he was really angry.

He stormed back inside, muttering to himself as the men leaving for the other cars avoided his path. His hand was tightly gripped around your wrist to make sure you were keeping up with his quick pace. When he entered the room he slammed the door loudly, causing you to flinch at the sudden action.

“We have to follow him.”

“What!? Did you not just hear what he said?” He was too eager to risk his life the people he loved, but listening to Namjoon wasn't that bad of an idea. And that’s coming from you. You went to the bathroom to get the wipes to clean his stitches. “Come here.”

He walked into the bathroom, his eyes darting to the alcohol on the counter before pulling off his t-shirt. When you turned around to see him shirtless you quickly turned back around, even though you were so close seeing him shirtless still made you giddy.

You turned around, clearing your throat as he peered down at you, “You don’t understand...” He mumbled, you cut off the bandage with a pair of scissors and tossed it in the trash.

“I do, Jungkook, I'm in the same boat as you, remember? But I don’t think you should get involved,” You looked at your attempt at stitches and cringed at the fact that he has yet to complain about them, “we shouldn’t get involved.” You soaked a cotton pad with antibacterial and dabbed at his milky colored skin, feigning a pout on your lips. He was trying not to flinch away from the freezing cold liquid being pressed against him, his reactions so innocent in your eyes.

“We’re already involved,” Gently, he gripped your wrist to get you to let up, “as soon as you got here, you were involved.” Throwing the pad in the trash, you walked out of the bathroom leaving him, how could he put you and himself in more danger than you were already in?

“I don’t care, you should listen to him for once...” With crossed arms you stomped over to stand in front of the window, of course, he followed you as he slipped on his shirt. He was slipping on a pair of leather boots, supposedly preparing to go despite your wishes, he went on about how he didn’t think we were that much safer here but you were listening half-heartedly.

“They’re not stupid, they know how hyung is and-” He cut himself off, you weren’t even paying him any attention. He came behind you, standing close enough for you to feel his body heat. He placed his hands on the side of the window, caging you. “Everything is happening so fast, Jungkook...I shouldn't even be here but I am, it scares the hell out of me.”

“I know," He brought his arms down to wrap them around your waist. "but this is our life and as long as you’re with me, everything will be okay...” He was always so sure, when he’d say that he never had an ounce of doubt, he was invincible if it meant protecting you. That was as scary as it was comforting.

“You’re so sure?...” You shook your head in slight disbelief.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You turned back to him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight hug. The mere thought of being apart scared you, he was the light in the darkest time of your life, your everything. Your family was responsible for dragging you into this. They lied to you, they kept you in the dark about their other lives, how could you easily trust anymore?

“Look, if you really don’t want to go-...” He paused mid-sentence, something wasn’t right.

“What’s wrong?-” He held a finger to his lips to shush you. You wanted to get on him for cutting you off like that but you knew he had a reason, he told you to sit in the corner near the bed as he went to place his ear against the door. He could hear talking, and not from the guards.

“Search the place for any others, I'll get them.” Jimin walked stealthily through the back entrance, and about ten men were following behind him but soon branched off in the building, the other fifteen were waiting outside with the cars and weapons. It's been a few weeks since anyone has seen Y/N, it was safe to assume she was alive and well if Jungkook was still attached to her hip. On his way to the room he noticed the guys were stopping and pulling things out of there pockets to place in random places—those things looked like explosives.

“Hey, what're you doing?” He gestured to the device in his hand.

“Boss’ orders.” The man mumbled, continuing his task.

Jin never told him about explosives, the plan was to get you two and get out, blow up Namjoons base in the process. He sighed, remembering the good times they shared before gangs and mafias were involved; they were like brothers. Now they've resulted to this, is it really worth it?

“We gotta get out of here.” Jungkook slowly opened the door, peeking out to see if anyone was out there—two men ran past the door, and a few guys laid unconscious near Namjoons lounge. When he heard an all too familiar voice coming closer he shut the door silently, he took a deep breath—this was bad.

“W-who's out there?...” Your voice quivered momentarily.

“Jimin, they probably sent him to get us.” He shoved his hand through his hair in frustration. “Damn it, I knew this would happen.” He had to think of a rational plan to get out of here without being caught—the window was a good escape but he didn't want to risk you falling.

He looked you in the eye, seeing you were trying to remain calm, “Follow me...” With that he cracked the door, easing out as you did the same. Jungkook was on a mission, a few hallways, and two turns and he miraculously avoided the men sneaking around with guns. There was one exit door at the end of the hall, the red glowing light was your means of freedom.

“Jungkook-ah.” Jimin cooed. Your blood went cold when you looked back to see that angelic face. Jimin. He stood just feet from you with a fond smile. Jungkook put his hand on the door handle, squeezing it tightly.

“Y/N, baby.” Jimin walked closer but Jungkook yanked you back with furrowed brows, causing you to gasp in surprise, Jimin backed off. “You look good, a little tired but still good.” He sighed, Jungkook had it bad for you—this was gonna be just as hard as Jin said.

Two men ran up to grab you, making you wince at their aggressive grip—bad decision. “Ouch! Let go!”

Without so much as a warning, Jungkook threw his fist at the man, Jimin was frantically telling them to stand down before Jungkook caused unnecessary damage. “Guys! Don't touch the girl. I'll handle her.” Jimin pushed the men back, getting them away from Jungkook.

“No the hell you won’t.” Jungkook retorted, his brows knitting in anger.

“Jungkook, listen, I don't want to make this any more difficult then it has to be.” Jimin wanted to reason with him but the sight of Jungkook lifting his hands in surrender, that was unexpected.

“Fine.”

“Jungkook?” You tugged on his sleeve—what is he doing?

He whispered. “Shh, just follow my lead.” A few men ran up to grab Jungkook, holding him by his upper arms but none of them dared to touch you again.

“Come with me Y/N, let's have a little talk.” Jimin took you by your waist to pull you to walk with him. You looked at Jungkook with pleading eyes but he had to stop himself from looking at you or he wasn't gonna last.

“How have you been?” Your life revolved around being torn between Jungkook and something else, Jimin used to be a means of salvation for you but now you don't know how you feel about him. “Come on baby, we've been worried about you, talk to me.”

You opened your mouth to speak, “I-” Jungkook silenced you.

“Don't fucking answer him.” He gave you a stern look before averting his gaze to Jimin. “If you really gave a shit about her, she wouldn’t be here.” Jungkook hissed, glaring at Jimin in a warning.

Jimin didn't react, Jungkook was tenacious and aggressive as always—you only fueled that nature. You twiddled your fingers, hanging your head low as you glanced at Jungkook for some type of sign or signal. Lucky for you, Jimin didn’t know the layout of this warehouse, he didn’t know the emergency escapes, secret rooms, all he knew was the entrance he came in for both you and Taehyung. All of you were about to approach the exit but Jungkook elbowed one of the guys in the stomach, it went downhill from there. The other man was not spared the pain as Jungkook hit him as well, the other men tried to stop him but when he told you to run from Jimin you didn’t even look back to see if he was following you. Jungkook took the gun from one the men’s belt and ran.

“Follow them!” Jimin shouted, pulling his gun out of its holster and following them as well.

‘run’ Jungkook kept telling you to run, practically growling at you, he just wanted you safe so you did what he said. He ran through halls you’ve never even been through and soon those miles of a hallway, let you arrive at Namjoon’s office. He slammed the door shut, locking it in his wake as he went through the drawers for Namjoon’s spare gun, the one he stole had two rounds.

“Go stand by the window.” He tried not to sound too demanding so he softened his voice as best as he could, it didn’t really help. You ran to stand at the window, your chest heaving lightly as you were feeling winded.

“Here we go.” He mumbled, shoving some keys in his pocket and grabbing the firearm just as Jimin bursts through the door, his gun pointed directly at him.

“Put the gun down Jungkook, we just want to help.” Jungkook could tell Jimin was weary about this, he would never do anything to hurt you but Jimin didn’t know that, perfect.

In a split second, Jungkook had his arm wrapped around you with a gun in hand. He pressed the barrel of the gun to your chest, you didn’t so much as breathe. Jimin’s eyes went wide and so did the others, his grip on the gun faltered and he started to fear for your life. Jungkook wouldn’t do that.

“Jungkook, what’re you doing? You wouldn’t hurt her, I know you.” Jimin reasoned, swallowing thickly as he wasn’t entirely sure of the words leaving his mouth.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, the day you left is the day you lost your right to say you know shit about me!” Jungkook spat, whilst you were on the verge of passing out from the stress of the situation/

“Put the gun down.”

Jungkook quirked his brow with a cocky smirk, he had them right where he wanted them. His hand lowered painstakingly slow, no one could tell if he was gonna drop it or if he was just pulling their leg.

You looked back, your eyes showing how confused you were. “Jung- Aghh!”

Jungkook had shot the window and threw himself through the window with you in his arms. Jimin’s jaw dropped, he has lost his mind. He immediately ran to the window to see the result of Jungkook’s decision. “Damn it. They’re going to the car lot! Get the cars and follow them!”

Jungkook grunted as he landed on the fire escape staircase concrete, his shoulder was scraped and he knew those stitches were long gone by now. You screamed on instinct, you thought ‘this is it’ but when you opened your eyes you finally understood his plan.

Your heart was beating so fast that your words were nothing but a pitiful stutter. “J-jungkook?-”

“Run!” He shouted and you ran down those stairs like your life deepened on it. Jungkook somehow managed to get in front of you and he was running to the parking lot for one of the cars. You ran to the car he was running too and he got in the passenger's seat, he didn’t want you to drive, did he? “Get in here Y/N!”

You had no choice but to get in the driver's seat but you froze. “Jungkook I-I’m not an experienced driver-”

“Drive Y/N. NOW, damn it!” You stomped on the gas and you jerked back against the chair, you had to steady your breathing, you weren’t kidding when you said you weren’t a good driver.

“Jungkook! I don’t know where I’m going!” Your fingers were glued to the steering wheel as you somehow navigated out of the parking space and on to the road.

“Keep going straight, they’re on our tail.” You were too busy to see him let down his window and pushing most of his upper body out of the window.

“What are you doing!?” He throws you in the drivers seat, hangs out the window with a gun and expects you to stay focused. “Jungkook!?”

“Turn right and keep driving, fast.” Him not telling you what he was doing added to your panic. Luckily there hadn’t been a red light yet so you were racing down the road without a care for any road laws you were breaking.

You heard four gunshots and pressed the gas pedal with more pressure, going way over the speed limit and swerving like you were drunk. “What was that?” Your voice trembled.

“They’re trying to shoot out the tires, straighten up so I can have a good shot at theirs.” You somehow managed to ride on a straight path and you could hear the sound of the engine getting louder as you sped up. Jungkook kept shooting, the sound of the gunfire forcing you to flinch every time.

“Got’em. Turn left and keep going from there.” Quickly he eased back in his seat, closing the window as he put the gun in the glove compartment.

“Wow,” You laughed, “that was stressful...” He couldn’t help but laugh too, he couldn’t believe his plan actually worked out. It was quiet for a few moments until you heard him groan, you looked down at him holding his stomach. He was bleeding, a lot.

You narrowed your brows in concern. “Jungkook, you’re losing a lot of blood, we need to go to the hospital...”

“No, no, we’re not going to the hospital we need to get to-...to the safe house...” He mumbled, he was already getting woozy and his speech was slurring due to fatigue and exhaustion.

“Jungkook, we’re going to the-”

You entered the busy intersection and it was your worse nightmare, you were t-boned, the car flipped twice before you lost consciousness.

Sirens, sirens...

they're coming for us

The embodiment of two opposite poles mingled during a single point in time.

Yoongi and Jin walked inside the once shared building, the memories seeping out of the cracked walls and shattered windows, oh how nostalgic it was. When he entered the building he looked at the far side of the big open room, Namjoon had more than two dozen men with weapons ready for his commands.

Yoongi had his fair share of back up, about the same amount of men Namjoon had Yoongi brought as well, he could never be too prepared. He walked a few feet from until he was a fair distance between the two, Yoongi spoke, breaking the silence.

“When will you ever learn?”

He shook his head with a smug look.

“Oh, I’ve learned quite a lot Min Yoongi.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” He cracked his knuckles, “I’ve learned that if you say you’re gonna do something, you don’t always have to mean it, AKA lying. I’m sure you don’t have Taehyung with you, am I right?”

“Bingo.” Yoongi clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“Well I’m sure you’ve already figured out Y/N and Jungkook aren’t with me, I left those two love birds at the base. I was gonna bring them but then I thought, ‘why the fuck would I do that?’, how would it benefit me to give them up? It wouldn’t.”

Yoongi stared at him in silence and Jin did the same, waiting for Namjoon to continue.

“I have yet to understand your infatuation with Jin, the only reason we’re in this mess is because of him and you refuse to see it...It’s disgusting.”

Jin glowered when Namjoon glanced at him with a look of contempt.

“You’re twisted Namjoon...”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, I’m not the twisted one here, I know the difference between my allies and enemy's, I can spot them a mile away. See, you’re my enemy,” He pointed to Jin then Yoongi, “you’re my enemy and Taehyung is my ally, easy. I know who I hate, I know who I love.”

“We’re getting off subject, are you gonna give them over or is this how you want it, a full-fledged war over something as petty as this.” Yoongi raised his brows, even though it wasn’t quite visible through his hair.

“I didn’t start this. As soon as you decided Jin was more important then our family is when you took your first shot. I only fight back, hyung. And as far as Jungkook and Y/N go, you won’t be able to lay a finger on them.”

Laughter, the room was silent aside from one manslaughter.

Namjoon snapped. “What the hell?”

Jin was literally almost in tears, laughing.

“What the hell are you laughing at?”

“I knew this was gonna happen,” Jin wiped a single tear from his eye, “you think I trusted you enough to bring her? You didn’t actually think we would fall for this?” Yoongi was even caught off guard by the words leaving his mouth.

“What?”

“Your base is probably already up in flames by now, our teams are transporting my sister and Jungkook as we speak.”

Namjoon had to do a double take, Jin was spewing out information that even Yoongi wasn't aware of.

“Don't you see? You lost. The great Kim Namjoon, two steps behind.” Jin rested his hands in his pockets. “And now, you have nothing, your base is gone, Jungkook is gone, Tae is gone. You've lost.”

Namjoon whipped out a gun, aiming it at Yoongi. Yoongi mirrored him with a gun in hand just as quick. Soon everyone was armed and ready to shoot, Namjoons men and Yoongi’s were aiming at each other. The tension was thick, not a word leaving the old friends mouth until Namjoon spoke.

“So this is how it is now?” He sneered, amused by the unfortunate hand of cards he was dealt with.

Yoongi looked with curiosity, not loosening the grip in the metal instrument for a second. Namjoons free hand traveled to his pocket, hesitantly pulling out what looked like a detonator. Yoongi, of course, was baffled beyond belief, don't tell me his plan was to blow this place up?

“You're bluffing.” Yoongi hoped.

“Am I?” His thumb swiped over the button teasingly.

Namjoon chuckled, he had at least one back up plan.“I guess...We're all dining in hell tonight.”

Bang, one loud explosive went off and two others followed suit like it was New Years night. Namjoons men were prepared, they brought gas masks to their faces and opened fire. Dozens of gunshots went off whilst Yoongi’s men were scrambling to get out while protecting their boss’. It wasn't long before the room was illuminated with flames, it devoured everything in sight.

“Get out of here! Move!” Jin ordered, running alongside everyone else. Namjoon shot at him twice but missed due to him running at the same time. Yoongi ran behind a crate, peeking out only to shoot until he saw Namjoon running, that crazy bastard.

Namjoon ran to the back entrance to get out but you could imagine his surprise when Yoongi was hot on his trail.

Yoongi threw a punch so hard that Namjoon was thrown to the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Are you crazy!?” Yoongi lashed out, finally having enough of his calm demeanor.

“Fuck you!” Namjoon punched him back, hitting him almost twice as hard, causing his milky white skin to bruise instantly. “You chose that lying son of a bitch over us! I should've killed him and you when I had the chance, it would've made my life a whole lot easier.” Another blow to Yoongi’s jaw as he spat through gritted teeth,

“He's a traitor. He betrayed all of us Yoongi, and soon he'll stab you in the back too.” He let out a sad and wired laugh. Blood dripped down both of their foreheads, trickling onto their brows. Yoongi managed to strangle him for a few seconds before Namjoon slung the smaller framed man off of him. As they were both trying to win the upper hand more bombs and gunshots could be heard.

“You’ll do anything to save yourself Namjoon, you'd let one of your owns sister die out of spite. Hell, you already did that.” His breathing was heavy and his eyes were dark, “All the years that I've known you, not once have you proved loyalty to any of us, except Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung, and that's out of your own personal guilt.” The gun once in Namjoon’s hand was kicked away as Yoongi had him trapped.

“You don't know the hell I've been through. You don't think I was pissed about what he did!? I was fucking livid! But it wasn't worth his life, I got over it, I don't hold a man to his past but you're a fucking exception. You never change, Joon.”

“Always the reasonable hyung,” He cooed, “coming from a dysfunctional household yet preaching to me about forgiveness, that's fucking hilarious, it really is. When will you ever learn? You'll always want to save Jin and I'll always want to kill him.” Yoongi lost his grip on the man's collar allowing him to snatch the gun. “That'll never change. Love and hate hyung, I picked one.”

Quickly, Yoongi took a few steps back. They were both sweaty messes, no thanks to the heat coming from the fire and having just tussled around like rookies. His stance wavered, and the gun was directed at his intended target. “You don't know how long I've waited for this moment.” Even his laugh was unhinged, he loaded the gun and pulled the trigger.

“Goodbye, Yoongi”

Click.

Namjoon paused, pulling it frantically but getting nothing, Yoongi took his chance to shoot but he was equally as unsuccessful. They were both out of rounds. Yoongi let out a low chuckle, he didn't know I felt it was out of shock, rage, he just knew he had to get out of here.

It's funny how things turn out, two best friends turned enemies over one person. They stared at each other, neither of them moving a muscle. Suddenly a wooden beam came crashing down, creating a greater distance between them. At the moment they realized they were willing to kill each, they realized there once strong friendship was obliterated. The mere fact that they were willing to kill each other in that very moment, terrified them. Namjoon was the first to turn around and walk away, disappearing in the clouds of smoke.

Yoongi looked around, watching the place they once worked so hard to build burn before his eyes; every good thing will burn by the hands of its creators.

The halls were dark and cold, he hasn't been down here in a long time but he thought he'd pay his old partner a visit. He just got word of the explosion and he had to get back to Yoongi. He stood at the heavy-duty door and pushed the key into the lock firmly before twisting it.

When he opened the door he was shocked by what he saw. Tae’s arms were cuffed to the wall on either side of him, his clothes were disheveled and, they took his shoes? Either way, he looked like death—his hair was a mess, his eyes were emotionless, his lips slightly parted, like he was asleep with him his eyes open.

He approached his pitiful form, seeing that his eyes focused intently on him immediately. Since his eyes are somewhat red he assumed he's either been awake too long or he's been crying.

“They took your shoes?” Hoseok called, those big curious eyes looked up at him.

“What're you doing here.” He deadpanned.

“Keep it down.” Hoseok looked behind him, making sure Wei wasn't listening in. “Everything is a mess, Yoongi and Namjoon had a brawl, the old base is destroyed, and Namjoons isn't that much better...Jin is- well, I don't have time to explain.” Hoseok reached in his pocket for the cuff keys.

“I could've told you Jin was gonna screw up our lives again.” Tae sort of snorted, this has been one interesting day. “I-it’s what he does best...” He pulled his body up the wall, trying to lift his chest for a deep breath.

“I gotta get out of here...” Hoseok straightened up his jacket. “Here.” He tossed the keys at Tae’s feet, turning to lock the door and left the room without a word

He was a pal when he wanted to be, he used his heal to pull the keys towards him. Somehow he managed to toss the keys up to his hand, he worked the key into the lock after four to five tries. He unlocked one then the other, he rubbed his chaffed wrist, pushing himself to his feet steadily. He sneaked towards the door, peaking through the bars of the window to see a few guys lingering in the hall.

Get rid of them, get the pipe and get your shoes, that'll be fun, he thought. He opened the door at a leisurely pace, trying not to let the door creak.

The pipe was propped against the corner and he grabbed it.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!?” Wei ran up to Tae but he was quickly halted by the metal pipe knocking him out instantly. He grabbed the gun from Wei’s grip, using it to stop the men running towards him.

He's never shot so many men in one day—well, if he has he doesn't remember. He single-handedly took out every man that looked his way—he left a massacre in his wake. All while he was completely barefoot.

He looked through every room in sight until he found them, his shoes.

All you could remember was one wrong turn—and here you lie in a hospital bed. You looked down at the IV in the back of your hand, wincing at the tension in your neck. Your whole body ached, the pounding in your head intensified the more you gained consciousness. You tried to sit up but you were soon made aware of your injuries, your shoulder down to your elbow was bandaged. You squinted to look at the clock on the wall, you've been here for well over two hours since the accident.

Jungkook, you panicked for a short second. Any worries were put at rest when you caught the eye of the other hospital bed. You wanted to cry, there were bandages on his forehead, his arms, shoulder, stomach, he looked terrible.

Like a child after a fit of crying, your voice hoarse and shaky, cracking with every syllable. “J-Jungkook...Jungkook...” You winced, tears pricking your eyes as you forced your body to the side so you could pull yourself out of bed. “Jungkook...”

Your legs threatened to give out as soon as your feet hit the floor but you attempted to hold yourself up using your bad arm, eliciting a high pitched shriek.

“Ma'am,” A petite female nurse came running to your aid, helping you back on the bed despite your weak protests, “you need to lay back down, okay? You had a nasty accident.”

“But-”

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” She pulled out a clipboard and pen, you nodded.

“What's your name?”

“Y/N, Kim Y/N.”

“Age, date of birth and any allergies to medicine?” You answered halfheartedly as she wrote down everything you said. You watched Jungkook’s chest rise and fall gently, he looked so peaceful and so unaware of the pain he was enduring.

“Okay, I need your signature.” She handed you the paper and you scribble your legally binding name on the line.

“Is Jungkook okay? He's my- My...” Tears threatened to leave your eyes but you choked them back. “Please tell me he's okay...I-I don't know how this happened-” You stammered.

“Calm down Miss,” She rubbed your shoulder, “he's alright, he looks worse than his actual injuries, you, on the other hand, have a sprained ankle, you almost shattered your shoulder and you have a lot of bruising. Your car flipped over, it's a miracle neither of you has any broken bones.” She glanced at Jungkook and back at you, she had no idea where those bruises came from.

“Oh, and one of your relatives have come to discharge you...” She went to open the door before you could ask who it was.

“Y/N...”

That voice...

After all this time...You were speechless, he walked towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed as you were trying to utter out something to say.

“It's okay Y/N, we're going home now...” He cupped the side of your face and you gently grabbed his wrist.

“Jin...I thought I'd never-... no, no I don't want to leave Jungkook here, I can't leave him here, look at him...” You tried to get up again but the nurse came to lay you back down.

“Jungkook will be fine, Y/N, you need to come home first, you'll get to see Jungkook again, really soon.” They didn't listen to your pointless protests, they disregarded everything you were saying, they wouldn't listen,

they took me away from him.

On the edge of the hospital bed, he sat, a nurse dabbing at his bruises as he sat idly scratched at the sheets. She was nervous, that was the elephant in the room, Taehyung had an aura about him that she couldn't quite describe; she was glad to be done and out of there

He tossed around, groaning lowly before those doe eyes made their appearance, he blinked slowly trying to shake the fatigue off of him. He saw those all too familiar bright white lights on the ceiling and compiled enough information to know where he was, the hospital.

Despite the pain he was experiencing he sat up, looking around before quickly realizing what had happened. “Y/N...”

He didn't even see the man in the bed across from him in the bed you were once in, he was too busy trying to take out the IV.

“Jungkook.” Taehyung spoke, stopping Jungkook’s efforts. “Calm down, you just woke up from a concussion.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jungkook struggled to clear his throat. He changed his question to something far more important after surveying the room. “Where’s Y/N?” He spoke, demanding an answer.

Tae sighed, still as impatient as ever. “How should I know? I came here for you-”

“Sir, you're awake.” The same nurse came back, ready to ask him questions like she would with any other patient.

“Where the hell is she.” Jungkook spat, glaring at her like she was the cause of his misfortune.

“S-sir? The women in here earlier? She was discharged around an hour and a half ago, was she your girlfriend or—?” She stuttered.

He completely ignored her question. “By who?”

“I can't tell you that Sir...” She shied away, hand near the doorknob in case she had to make a run for it.

Taehyung saw that Jungkook was about ready to strangle her so he figured he'd step in. “Can you leave us alone for one minute?” She nodded vigorously, happy to leave the intensity of the room.

“They just let some random person discharge her? I'm getting the fuck out of here.” He took out his IV, trying to stumble towards the door but Taehyung sighed, pushing Jungkook back down.

“Don't start Jungkook, take a breather and leave that poor nurse alone. You need to rest,” Tae pouted, laying down to rest himself.

“I can't stay here, I don't know who might have her and-” His phone buzzed, he picked it up instantly when he saw Namjoon was calling.

“What.”

“Where are you?”

“The emergency room, we were in a car accident. I have to leave to find Y/N, someone fucking discharged her before I woke up, Tae is here too.” Jungkook was slowly calming down at the sound of Namjoons voice.

“Car accident? Tae is there?- You two were running from Jin's men, weren't you? Shit,” He took in a sharp breath, “are you guys okay?”

“No, Y/N is gone, I’m not okay. What happened with the meeting at the base?”

“I'll explain later, the base is destroyed and I'm at the safe house, you guys need to come as soon as possible.”

“I can't, I've gotta find Y/N,”

“Y/n is fine Jungkook,” He drags a hand down his face, dreading having to be the one to break the news, “I know where she is...she's with Jin.”

“What?” Jungkook squeezed the phone, vexation beginning to bubble in his chest. “Why?”

“She's Jin’s sister, Jungkook.” It was silent after that, Jungkook didn't know what to say, he couldn't say he expected this, you never told him you had a brother, or that your brother was Kim Seokjin.

The phone fell from his grasp landing on the deafeningly pale tile.

Jin brought you to a nice bedroom, it was far more normal than you expected, it had more furniture, a closet, everything you'd have if you were at your own home. As soon as he dropped you off to this room he was gone and you didn't know how to feel anymore. After a few minutes you managed to get out of bed, you looked out the window, this was the first place you were brought to, Yoongi’s headquarters.

This is what you've been waiting for, you were back with Jin, everything was supposed to get instantly better, but that's just not the case at all. Sure, you were glad to be with your brother but he took you from Jungkook, and Jungkook needs you right now, you need him.

There was a light knock on the door, you jumped back in bed just as Jin was opening the door. As soon as he came in you sat up to give him a hug, you really did miss him, even if this was the result of being related to him. “I'm so glad you're safe...”

“How are you feeling?” He felt your forehead delicately, making sure you weren't overheated. “I know the accident was pretty bad...”

You gently brushed his hand away. “I'm fine...”

“Fine? They said the car flipped over and you had a concussion, you’re far from fine.”

“Really Jin, I'm ok but Jungkook, I shouldn't have left him...” You threw your legs over the edge of the bed.

“Jungkook is fine Y/N-”

“You don't know that. Please, just take me back.” Jin was somewhat shocked, you were completely serious—this is what he feared most.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” He sighed, “Jungkook is a nothing but trouble.”

You blinked in shock. “What?”

“Look,” Jin stood up beginning to pace, “Jungkook is not good for you, just forget about him...”

“What are you talking about? Jungkook is a good person and frankly, you can't dictate who's good or bad for me, I decide for myself...” Now you were standing, furrowing your brows in frustration.

“He's a murderer. He even killed one of our best men. You don’t know him like I do, he's unhinged, he does what he wants and-”

“Jungkook didn't do that.” Jin raised a single brow, how would you know that. “He told me he didn’t do it, and I believe him, he was framed by someone...”

“That's what he told you?” He scoffed, “He lied.”

“Jungkook wouldn't lie to me- You know what? I don't have to listen to you,” You started to walk out but you stumbled because of your still painfully sprained ankle, he caught you before you fell to the ground.

“Look at you, you're weak and you can barely stand, lay back down...” He helped you to bed but you still glared at him. “I know you don't want to hear it but I know what's good for you, and I don't know what kind of relationship you and Jungkook have,” He grimaced at the thought of your relationship, “but it's not worth it right now.” He probably thought he was reasoning with your but he was actually making you more and more furious by the second.

“How could you say that!?” You raised your voice, startling him at first. “Jungkook is the only person who actually cared when I was thrown into this hellhole, no thanks to you. He will do anything for me, you can't tell me that's not worth it, it's worth every bit. I can't believe you suddenly want me to rely on you after all you've put me through, it doesn't work like that Jin.” You sighed.

“I love you Jin, you're my brother and I know you just want to help, but Jungkook cares more about me than you have in your lifetime...” You spoke in a low monotone, looking out the window with tired eyes. His jaw tightened, his palms began to sweat, he had to tell himself, she just needs to rest, she doesn't mean it, she doesn't mean it...

“You're just tired and you need some rest but you're not going to see Jungkook any time soon, that's final.” He was upset, you could tell by the way he seemed to keep eye contact with you, but you didn’t care.

“You can't tell me what to do.”

He shut the door, presumably locking it behind him. You struggled to limp to the door, you jiggled the knob, it was locked.

“Jin! Let me out!” You screamed, banging on the door and causing your head to throb. No, no, no...you had to get to Jungkook. Your eyes welled up with tears and you laid in the bed larger than you’re used to, you were used to the cozy little bed you shared with Jungkook for months. You cried for hours even though it physically hurt to do so, and not from sorrow but from rage. How did you come to this? How could your own family be the ones to ruin your life?

Jimin had come to check on you a few times but you couldn’t bear to acknowledge him. You were safe and unharmed but you could care less, and there was only one reason for this— they took you from the one person who you stayed alive for. Jungkook. For so long, wanted to be with your brother but now that you’re here, you regret ever wanting this. It’s funny how you can beg for something for so long and once you finally get it, it means nothing to you.

You were crying and Yoongi could hear your faint cries from the downstairs clinic, where he was getting patched up and even when he went to his room. This wasn’t what he needed right now, he takes you from the people who were threatening to kill you but you aren’t the slightest bit thankful. That’s what happens when you try to fix something that breaks itself, you get a little something called resistance. Namjoon was using you this whole time. You were his get of jail free card, his ultimatum and now, even though you weren’t with him, he was still using you. As long as you mean something to Jungkook, he will use you. That bastard is smarter than I give him credit for.

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