#got7 street racing au

[johnnys-so]

got7 street racing au: prologue

Group: GOT7 World: Street car racing au Parts: Prologue, Jaebum (Part 1)

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to this street racing au starring our favs: got7. It’s been a long time since my last fic and if memory serves me well, it was well-loved but lost somewhere in the deep dark webs. I bring you the newest fic courtesy of a bunch of beautiful ahgase writers. I’m hoping to dedicate each chapter to one of them since they’re all cute little birdies who whisper very dirty adorable things about our boys. This is dedicated to the “owner” (huhehuheuhe) @inyournightmares97​

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“Ah, I....am fucking exhausted.”

A streak of red brushed the tarmac, Jaebum’s blood spattering right next to Mark’s feet. Just like the bruises on his face, the seven of them were littered up and down the highway. Each one, more hysterical than the other. It was obvious that a fight has just taken place. The current state of its inhabitants, with dishevelled hair and torn jackets, spoke immensely about how indecent the fight had been. In the middle of that night, Jaebum’s frustrated laugh echoed like a siren amongst his friends; brothers. His blood-stained smiled ticking off an outpour of laughter from the 6 boys splayed out like punched out rice bags.

“This is why I said we should have just settled this with money,” Bambam interjected, earning a snort from his neighbour.

“We aren’t all rolling in money like you, idiot.”

At Youngjae’s words, Jackson and Jaebum exchanged a look riddled with haughty humour. Sure, money could have fixed the problem. But some of them (Jackson & Jaebum in the very least) preferred the use of their fists to anything else. The utter satisfaction of feeling the crunch of someone’s jaw under your knuckles was worth everything to them. Hell, Jaebum took special pleasure in making it personal. He never threw his punches to defend himself. He did it out of pure spite. He wanted the other person to feel the wind knocked out of their lungs, to feel his ribs poke into the delicate flesh protecting their weaker heart. He revelled in the slight changes that flitted across their faces, the swift transition from anger to shock to fear. For some of them, this was a test of strength. For Jaebum, it was a maniacal dance of retribution. He simply wanted them to know: nobody could touch what was his, and leave unscathed.

Jackson, was simply there to raise hell.

A sigh escaped his lips as Yugyeom strung one leg over the other. Lying on his back, he took in the night view spread out above him. “I don’t know. I just really don’t know anymore.” If it was a confession, it was an aimless one. His words had no receiver, they hung in the tense air between them, solidifying much of what was unsaid. That this had no rules: this unspoken comradery that had erupted out of nightly escapades and illegal car races. It had sprung into existence without anybody’s permission; a rude existence that was welcomed in without a fight. Although Jaebum had no say in the matter, it was pre-determined that he was the head of this unorganized bunch of hooligans. He held the helm of power. His shoulders and words hovering dangerously over the rest of them.

They were a team, of sorts. Knowingly, or unknowingly, a few fools had orchestrated the beginning of a very dangerous friendship. Dangerous, surely, to everybody except these seven.

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friction: iv - finale | knj (m)

genre: office au, romance, smut rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: kim namjoon x reader word count: 8.6k suggested listening: different - woodz | strangers - taemin | handle it - twice | amnesia - kai | last piece - got7 | playlist warnings: m/f, m/m, explicit language, explicit/casual sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers summary: your pesky and overworked assistants meddle in your relationship with your sexy rival -- kim namjoon -- and find themselves caught in the crosshairs of love and all-out war. notes: the final chapter! thanks everyone for all of the notes and support on this one. for more fun insights on this story, please visit my ao3, linked below. navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | finale | m.list | ao3

Namjoon: “All I know right now is that I want you,” He says, tilting his head. “And that I’d never hurt you.”

You: “I’m afraid, Jin,” You confess in his ear, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. “That he’ll break my heart.”

Jin: “Someone’s feelings are ultimately going to get hurt.”

✹✹✹

“We have like...fifteen minutes before they’re both back,” Taehyung whispers to Jimin, both of their bodies pressing against each other in a minuscule phone room.

“I can’t even move right now,” Taehyung laments, moving the chair near him as close to the door as he can, enabling Jimin to straddle him.

“Well...this was the only room I could find, Tae. It’s busy season.” This makes Taehyung frown as he grabs Jimin’s waist to steady him. “We’re lucky we even got this.”

Jimin slides to the bottom of Taehyung’s legs near his knees, and the edge of the desk behind him digs into his back.

“Ow, fuck.” Jimin sucks air in through his teeth, refocusing his mind before he looks down at Taehyung’s crotch. Taehyung’s cock is somehow rock hard, and Jimin rubs his palm over the significant bulge. “It’s amazing how you can still get hard in these situations.”

The comment makes Taehyung frown before he spreads his legs open to evenly distribute Jimin’s weight across him.

“We haven’t fucked because we’re always so tired from work, so yeah, I’m hard. Really fucking hard.” Taehyung pulls Jimin in for a few sloppy kisses, his hand firm on the other man’s slim waist. He rubs Jimin’s back and his hands glide to Jimin’s plush ass before he gives it a squeeze.

Jimin bites his lip at the grab -- grinning and moving further up Taehyung’s legs to straddle his crotch. “It’s been too long since I’ve done that.” Taehyung chuckles, licking his lips.

Taehyung sighs lightly at the warmth covering him, and he uses his massive hands to glide Jimin’s ass over his crotch -- making the both of them breathe in unison. Jimin loosens two buttons of his own crisp white shirt, Taehyung moving to lick his exposed collarbones before nibbling at his clavicle.

Faint moans slip from Jimin’s lips as he reaches into Taehyung’s pants, and pulls out his fully erect cock. He salivates at his girth, and a wad of spit leaves his mouth before landing on Taehyung’s firm cock.

The sensation causes Taehyung’s back to press into the chair, the thick line of spit rolling down the sensitive skin. He sighs as Jimin’s smooth hand rubs up and down his shaft and he groans, feeling himself grow even harder.

Jimin leans back to get his elbows on the desk for support and shimmies to tilt his pelvis up toward the ceiling.

Taehyung then pulls Jimin’s soft, thick cock from his pants. His thumb moves to glide over the soft tip, expecting a drizzle of precum to follow. It does, and Taehyung smears the droplet of arousal over the prominent head. Jimin hisses at the feeling, grinding his hips into Taehyung’s firm grip. His hand was firm without even trying, and Jimin gives Taehyung a firm squeeze in return, making the other man hiss through his teeth.

The two are soon jerking each other off in unison, the slick sounds of their pleasure filling in the room.

“Motherfuck-“ Taehyung groans, his cum sliding down Jimin’s fist. “Already?” Jimin gasps and follows in response, his cum flowing down over Taehyung’s fingers.

“Well, fuck.” Jimin reaches behind him and cleans the two of them up before zipping both of their pants. He balls the napkins up in his hand, maneuvering to toss them in the trash below the desk.

“Ah, fuck...this is miserable.” Jimin pouts, rolling his eyes into the back of his head. He grabs Taehyung’s shoulders before mumbling into the fabric there. “We have to figure out a gameplan to get our bosses back together.”

Jimin lifts from Taehyung’s lap and looks at his watch as he buttons his shirt back up: 6:56 P.M.

“Let’s hurry and get back.” Jimin says, tapping Taehyung’s shoulder to get up.

✹✹✹

A sigh leaves your lips and you move to pull a bouquet slotted in a vase closer to your face. The fresh scent hits your nose as bury your face in the silkiness of the petals.

“Ya!” Jin yells, breaking you from your lovesick stupor. “It looks like a florist took up shop in here!” He looks around, observing the bouquets sitting in every corner of your office.

Taehyung looks over and chuckles, laughing to himself at Namjoon’s failed attempt to get you back.

You grab your coat and shrug it on before you carefully navigate your way around the bouquets and out of your office.

Jin notices how quiet you are -- the two of you waiting in the empty elevator bank. This was a state he was worried about you being in, and he made sure to pick you up from work when you were like this. He nudges you and his arm hooks into yours, but you’re barely able to acknowledge it.

“Anything you wanna talk about?” You lean your head on his arm and shake your head. He leans his head down to meet the top of yours in a quiet understanding before the two of you enter a crowded elevator car.

The elevator beeps as it navigates each floor, and you squeeze your eyes shut -- praying that it doesn’t land on the 61st floor. You knew that was Namjoon’s floor and he was one hundred percent the absolute last person you wanted to see right now -- especially after your impulsive encounter earlier that afternoon.

61.

Of course. The universe always had to mess with you.

The elevator doors open and Namjoon’s eyes search around the car. You look up, and his gaze locks with yours. It feels like the two of you are frozen in time for a moment, and other employees brush past him to enter the car.

You can tell he’s worn from the long hours of work by the dark bags sitting underneath his eyes. In the moment he looks to you for some sort of relief -- some sort of resolve -- but you don’t lend it to him. Jin notices and glares him down, and Namjoon’s crestfallen gaze lifts from yours to meet Jin’s leer.

You quickly look down and swallow a lump of nerves down your throat, and Namjoon slowly enters the car. Your hand trembles as you grip the strap of your purse -- the piece of leather feeling like a lifeline -- like a sweet, temporary escape from the situation at hand.

The car reaches the lobby and employees spill from the elevator, scattering in a rat race out of the building. You grip Jin’s arm closer to you as you watch the back of Namjoon exit the car.

“Is that the guy?” Jin cranes his neck down to your ear. You don’t respond, and Jin takes it as a confirmation. You and Jin take a left as you leave the building, and Namjoon takes a right, but you can’t help but listen for the sound of Namjoon’s shoes to dissipate.

“You see? I knew you’d get hurt.” Jin laments, moving his arm over your shoulder to tug you closer. The sound of Namjoon’s shoes halts as he overhears, and he turns around to look at the both of you walking down the street. He takes a deep inhale, the breath exhuming a deep regret from his body.

✹✹✹

Light snowflakes fall from the sky, starting to coat the city below them in a white, glistening blanket. Your eyes glide toward the view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling length windows, and you watch cars -- now rendered to tiny, glittering lights this high up -- float by in the pulse of the dark evening.

Your foot extends to meet the cool edge of a clawfoot tub, the rest of your body enveloped in the warmth of the water around you. The movement of your foot around the white ceramic edge makes a squeaking noise, the sound bouncing off the quiet halls of your apartment.

You sink further into the water and blow bubbles into it before submerging your head fully for a few seconds. You gasp as you emerge, the cool air creating goosebumps all over your exposed skin. Your hand moves to slick your hair back, and you rest your head on the back edge of the tub.

All you can hear in the darkness are the droplets of water dripping from the edges of the tub.

The space in your apartment was now somber -- no longer filled with your buoyant giggles or throaty moans of being deeply taken. No tinkering sounds of Namjoon making his morning coffee, or the deep, needy exclamations of your name tumbling from his lips.

Thinking of him somehow made a desire tinder inside of you, and you feel your nipples harden under the thought -- only exacerbated by the cool air in the room. You close your eyes, surrendering to your thoughts; your mind racing through the various scenarios and encounters with Namjoon.

At this moment you were grateful that the nerves in the human body retained memories, for you suspire as your fingertips start to trace your skin just as Namjoon would.

You inhale as a wet thumb glides over your erect nipple, sending sensations of pleasure through your body. Your hand moves to grip the soft flesh of your other breast, your fingers kneading the sensitive skin in your hand. Your teeth bite your bottom lip as you imagine the person touching you is Namjoon instead.

A mewl leaves your lips as two fingers meet inside of your core, easily slipping inside. The tightness of the two fingers makes you writhe -- your breath coming loose from your throat.

Your pointer and pinky finger become affixed to either side of your lips, giving you leverage to pump your fingers faster inside of you. Your back arches as you move faster, the sounds of moving water growing louder in the space. The recollection of Namjoon’s desire from earlier that day is somehow still singed to your skin, and you pant as you recall.

Cries leaves your lips as your fingers curl up to meet your engorged g-spot, and your eyes squeeze shut as your fingers glide back and forth over the pleasurable spot.

Burning sensations rip through your body and you squeal, feeling your core clench around your fingers. You moan out loud, biting your lip from the guilt of conjuring a memory before a final drag over the swollen spot courses a delectable pleasure through your veins.

A sigh leaves your lips in your comedown, and you heave while you wonder how a kiss in a fervid moment got you here: alone, and without a promotion you’d been waiting to achieve your entire life.

You lift your body upright and rest your arms on either side of the tub, looking back out at the cityscape.

✹✹✹

Snow crunches under Namjoon’s feet while his fingers clench to a paper cup in his hand. He’s grateful for the hot sear on his fingertips to keep both his fingers and body warm, and he looks down, watching his feet sink into the fresh snow with every step he takes.

Hoseok squints at the sunlight peeking through the snow-coated limbs of the trees above, and he notices Namjoon’s spaced-out expression beside him. He nudges his friend and Namjoon comes to -- looking over to Hoseok and feigning a smile.

“You alright, bro?” Hoseok’s tone is concerned, and Namjoon smiles again and shakes his head.

“See this?” He points down at the fresh snow. “My life used to be like this. Just new and...fresh with her.” He then nods his head over at the dirty, white slosh in the street as they approach a corner to cross. “Now it’s more like that.”

Hoseok covers his mouth, and he can’t help but giggle at Namjoon’s humor, even in such a low moment.

“Sorry...but you kinda brought that one on yourself.” Hoseok chuckles through his response. “I mean, who ties their lover to their bed and then leaves them there? I’d be kinda mad, too. Even if I did get a couple of orgasms out of it.” Hoseok chortles, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“When I think about it...I just wanted the promotion at any cost. You know how my mom is.” Namjoon’s fingers squeeze dents into the cup in his hand, and Hoseok stops in his tracks. He reaches a hand out to grab Namjoon’s arm to stop him as well.

Namjoon’s throat tightens and he avoids eye contact with Hoseok, still looking down at the ground. He hated looking into Hoseok’s wide, earnest eyes. He always told him what he didn’t want to hear, but the advice was always right.

“Hey. Look at me.” Hoseok is calm, and he shakes Namjoon to look up at him. “You’ve gotta start living for yourself, man. This...this ruthless mentality is really fucking with you and your relationships. The tactics you use at work don’t necessarily reap the same benefits in love.”

Namjoon sucks air up his nostrils, frustrated with Hoseok -- but he understands he’s right. He shakes his head before looking up into Hoseok’s eyes, his own eyes glossy with tears.

“I really fucked this one up, Hobi, I-” Namjoon shakes his head again.

“Apologize. Start there.” Hoseok starts, and Namjoon interjects. “But I already-“

“If you really care about her, do it as many times as it takes.” Both eyebrows raise on Hoseok’s face as he cuts Namjoon off.

“Also, know you love and respect your mom...but like, you can’t let her dictate the way you live your life anymore.” Hoseok squeezes Namjoon’s arm in assurance. “No disrespect, but you gotta do you, bro.” He smacks Namjoon’s arm.

“I’ll see you later!” Hoseok shouts, running to make it across the street before the light changes.

Namjoon shakes his head as he looks down, his hand balling into a tight fist.

✹✹✹

The cool winter wind curls through Namjoon’s hair, and he sighs as he looks at the ground coated white below him.

The plastic of the bouquet in his arms crunches as he kneels down, and he sets the flowers to the side.

He takes a deep pause before he wipes a few inches of snow from a gravestone labeled KIM. He sits there, hands on his knees as two silent tears fall down his cheeks. He quickly wipes them with his gloves as they almost freeze on his face.

“I-I’m...I’m on my way, Dad. The position is pretty much mine.” Namjoon starts, his voice trembling.

“Is that what you would’ve wanted?” He asks, unwrapping the flowers from their plastic and slotting them into a cement holder above the grave.

“But your work nearly...no, did. Your work did put you here, right?” He laments, his head falling into his palms, still frigid even through the thick gloves.

“Or...would you have wanted me to be happy?” Namjoon tilts his head, a heaviness on his chest as he lets out the words.

“There’s this woman you see...” He continues, looking down at the engravings in the stone below him once more.

Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut and a final crest of tears leave his eyes. He stands up, walking to the edge of the bluff he’s on before looking out at the frozen landscape.

✹✹✹

You sit on your couch, curled up by a neon fire crackling in a glass display in front of you. Your toes curl up as they fill with heat, and you polish off the rest of the wine in your glass.

Somehow, you were undeniably tipsy and had finished off half a bottle of the sweet, tart liquid. Your hand slides over the glass coffee table to the side of you, and the glass screeches as you place the cup down. You let out the beginnings of a yawn before you hear your doorbell ring -- making you jolt up out of your seat.

“Can I help you?” You press a button on a digital intercom labeled ‘lobby’ and you hear a voice ring out on the other end.

“Yes, there’s a gift for you, ma’am?” A male voice answers back, and your hand drops from the button. You roll your eyes before you hit the button to speak again.

“Fine, bring it up.”

✹✹✹

Your doorbell rings, and you take your time to stand -- slowly walking toward the door. You release the lock on the door and swing it open before leaning back on it.

“It’s from...” The man starts, before looking down in his phone again. “Ah. It’s from one Kim Namjoon. Sent with the utmost urgency, ma’am.” He nods, tipping his hat down before he hands you a huge black box.

You groan at the weight, closing the door shut with your foot.

You lug the box over to your coffee table, and place it down before your hand meets your hips. Air blows from your lips as you ponder whether or not you should even open the box. The indifference develops into a sigh while you massage your temples, moving and scooting closer to the table to take in the outside of the box.

You place your hand on top of the lid and sigh again, your fingers lifting it off before you set the top to the side.

You gasp and stand up, taking in what’s before you.

Thirty-six light purple roses are carefully arranged in a circular box inside, and the warm, rosy scent travels up your nose.

Neatly tucked inside is a shiny gold envelope, and you move to pull it out. You break the seal with your fingernail, pulling out a piece of light pink cardstock.

To: The Woman I’m Not Sure I Can Live Without

There’s a thin line between love and hate...but I can only hope that you keep your faith in love.

“Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.”

The florists told me that the roses carefully arranged in this box for you are forever, but I hope our love outlasts every single one.

Hoping this message reaches you in the depths of your heart -- in a little corner of light -- where I hope you’ll be able to find a place to believe in me again.

-Lovingly, Kim Namjoon

Your hands tremble and you drop the letter -- your head falling into your palms. You collapse to the couch and softly sob out of frustration, more confused than ever.

✹✹✹

The next morning, you sigh as a bunch of people crowd next to you after you board an elevator car. You definitely didn’t get any sleep the night before, and you study the back of the woman’s head in front of you. Your gaze lifts and your eyes widen as you see Namjoon run to board the front of the crowded car. His eyes widen in response to seeing you, and your eyes swiftly meet the ground.

The elevator stops at the next available floor, and a few people cycle out of the car -- Namjoon being one of the first out.

A dozen more people wait outside of the car to enter, and Namjoon’s only choice is to move further into the back of the car near you. He crushes his lips together before he gathers the courage to stand next to you as the car fills back up. Someone squeezes near him -- and his arm pushes into yours.

“Sorry.” He whispers, keeping his sight focused ahead of him.

You become rattled at how close he is to you, a heat rising up your throat and into your cheeks.

He’s so close you can smell his cologne, and you subtly inhale it -- reveling in the brief moment of nostalgia. You follow it by swallowing a breath down -- your best attempt to cool your nerves. You blow relief from your lips as the elevator reaches his floor, and he files out of the car.

You’re able to steal a glance of Namjoon before the elevator shuts, and his eyes grow wide again in response.

✹✹✹

“Almost ready for dinner?” Taehyung asks you, powering his computer down. He takes a quick glance at his watch before looking over at your office.

You use a large, fluffy brush to swipe blush across your cheeks and you smile slightly to make the apples more prominent.

“How do I look?” You ask Taehyung, taking a slow turn. A creamy white dress is affixed to your curves, and a transparent chiffon choker floats around your neck.

“It’ll be nice to get out for dinner for once.” You mention as you pin twinkling diamond earrings to each of your ears.

✹✹✹

“How are you adjusting to the new workload?” You ask Taehyung, slicing through a piece of chicken below you. You take a bite, watching him formulate an answer.

“It’s a lot to take on...but I know in the long run it’ll pay off.” Taehyung shrugs. “Or...at least I hope it does.” He says, loading a few green peas onto his fork as he looks at you before shaking his silver locks from his eyes.

“Good mindset to have,” Your fork points at him, before you polish the food down your throat. “But. You don’t want to end up old and grey like me. And with no one to share it with.”

“You’re not old. Or gray!” Taehyung exclaims before clutching his belly in laughter. You join him in laughing, the wine spinning glee through your veins.

“Thanks for doing this, Tae.” You mention, tapping the back of Taehyung’s hand and watching a smile curl up on his lips.

“You deserve it. Truly-” Mid-response, he jolts as the watch on his wrist buzzes:

[Jiminie]: 7:58 P.M. Now.

He smirks a bit as he sees the message, but his brows furrow before he looks up at you.

��I have to take this.” His voice is asking for permission, and you nod in response -- waving him off.

✹✹✹

You look at your watch, noticing that thirty-five minutes have lapsed since Taehyung left you at the table. You lift the device to your mouth: “Call Taehyung.” The device rings for half a second before you’re served Taehyung’s voicemail.

The kick to voicemail brings your brows together on your head, and you try the sequence once more. Another fail. You sigh, slightly worried by the lack of response.

A sliver of fear causes you to rise from your seat to take a walk around the space. Decadent crystal chandeliers light up the space, but they’re dimmed to give ambiance to most of the couples huddled up in the restaurant for the evening.

You admit to yourself that you’re jealous, as one half of those couples could’ve easily been you a few weeks before everything went down between you and Namjoon. You sigh, rubbing your arms to relieve yourself from the pockets of wind coming through the front door each time it opens. Your eyes scan the restaurant, but nothing unusual sticks out to you -- and you still don’t see Taehyung.

“Did he leave me here?” You whisper under your breath before heading back to your seat. You admit you’re lightly pissed off, but you calmly sit back down at your table.

“So, how was everything?” A waitress arrives, and she starts collecting items from the table. “It was amazing...except for...well.” Your voice trails off as you look over to the other side of the table. “I’ve really gotta find him.” You mumble, pulling out your wallet. The waitress grimaces, collecting the last fork and placing it on her tray.

“Anyway...could I have the receipt, please?” You ask, looking up at the woman. She looks back at you, confused, and you return the look. “The bill’s already been paid, ma’am.”

“By whom?” You tilt your head, and the woman points over her shoulder before she steps to the side.

It’s Namjoon.

Namjoon walks toward you, a hand in the pocket of his white pants. A cream dress shirt hugs his frame in the right places, but it's tucked in to accentuate his slim waist. A white wool coat adorns his frame and reaches just below his knees, and his hips sexily cut side-to-side before he lands to stand above you.

“May I?” He asks, his deep voice rippling through your ears, goosebumps traveling through your skin.

You’re at a loss for words as you take his divine form in from head-to-toe, and he gestures toward the empty chair.

Shockwaves zip through your body, and you can only manage a nod in response.

Taehyung and Jimin grin at each other from a well-hidden corner of the restaurant as they watch the two of you -- their pinkies linked tightly together.

✹✹✹

Namjoon marvels at you as he sits, his hand loosening from his pocket. His eyes triangulate around your face, and you can tell he’s at a loss for words himself. He takes a deep breath in, looking down at the table.

How handsome he looks under the candlelight is something you can’t help but notice -- his tan skin twinkling under the flicker of the flames. You lower your eyes so you don’t get sucked too far into his charms, subtly shaking your head until you come to.

The both of you sit in silence for a few moments before he reaches for your hand.

“Joon-“ You gasp as the warmth radiating from him courses through your veins. He squeezes your hand before speaking.

“I’ve been selfish,” He starts, his soft brown eyes raising to meet yours. “It’s just that you’ve never been apart of the grand plan I had laid out for my life...” He sighs, and you can tell his thoughts are trailing off.

“I...I told you kissing me that night wasn’t a good idea.” Your chest starts to heave, and your hand begins to tremble in his. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me then. And now we’re here.”

“I know...I know...” His voice turns into a woeful plea, and tears gather at the edges of your eyes. “I’m so, so sorry.”

His head hangs down and he squeezes your hand again. You loosen your hand from his and he looks up in shock, watching as you look down to reach into your bag.

“I want you back,” He pulls his hands into a prayer near his lips, his thumbs tucked under his chin as he looks at you. You flare your nostrils to hold in your tears as you listen to him.

“If you have it in your heart...please forgive me.” He continues, tears gathering in his own eyes.

“I really liked you, Joon.” You get choked up, tears flooding down your face. You suck in air to calm yourself, using the handkerchief you pulled from your bag to dab at your tears.

Namjoon reaches across the table to wipe the fresh wave of tears falling from your eyes with his thumbs, and he looks directly at you.

“I have something to tell you.” His tone is serious, and you grab ahold of his wrist. He takes your hand and holds it again, massaging the back of it.

“I told Yoongi...” You can tell whatever he’s about to say is hard for him, and his eyes widen before he looks down. “I told Yoongi that he should give the CEO position to you. That you could lead it with more grace than I ever could. And that’s something that I’ve always admired about you.” His warm lips meet the palm of your hand, and a tear falls from one of his eyes.

“No, I-“ A hot tear shoots from one of your eyes, and you shake your head. He shakes his head in assurance, placing your hand on his cheek.

“You can’t do this on my behalf.” You gasp out, more tears pooling in your eyes. “You really wanted this.”

“So did you. And yes, I can.” He starts. “But why? Tell me why. You wanted nothing more.”

“It’s simple, really.” Namjoon releases your hand, sitting back in his chair.

“I was chasing a dream that wasn’t my own to make the people I loved happy. I’ve always done what my family’s wanted -- no matter the cost. But I was never happy. Not until I met you.” He says, his eyes focused on you. His eyes grow even warmer under the candlelight as he admires your features.

“The only thing I’ve ever truly dreamed about was falling in love.” He sits back up, taking your hand in his again. Your fingers slide in between his and your palms meet in a firm clasp.

“I’m guilty of it too, I guess.” You respond, searching his eyes. “I think I’ve always used work as an excuse not to go too deep...to not to fall in love too hard. But you broke all of my walls down, and then you left me.” You chuckle softly, drawing one out of him as well. “But now you’re here again. In front of me.” You shoulder raises and then falls, and you look at him.

“I guess it was fate that pushed us together like this.” Namjoon kisses your hand warmly, and you sigh at the comfort of the familiar feeling. His eyes scan yours, and you can feel more words are at the tip of his tongue. The words seem to dissipate from his lips, and he releases your hand.

“I guess...I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” You give him a slow nod as you watch him stand up, and you chew at the inside of your lip. He starts to leave the table, and you grab his wrist.

“Wait. Would you...would you mind taking me home?” There’s a lilt of desire in your voice, and he looks back at you.

✹✹✹

“Sorry, no heat in here -- don’t ask.” A cab driver mentions as the two of you hop in the backseat. You cross your legs and look out of the window as the car pulls off.

There’s still a marked silence between the two of you.

After a few minutes you can hear the whisper of wind coming through the car door, and the cool air makes you shiver. You ball your hand into a fist as your fingers and toes grow cold, and you rub your arms to gather warmth in your body.

You knew Namjoon was probably warm, but you were stubborn and you refused to give into him that easily.

Namjoon turns and looks at you coolly as you look out the window, and he taps your shoulder. You turn to face him, and your lips are a hair away from each other in the small car.

He looks down and your eyes follow his as he hooks his arm into yours before pulling you closer to him. His warmth surges through you, causing your body to melt into his. Your cheek meets his shoulder, and you warm your hand by rubbing one of his thighs. You squeeze the hard muscle and he can feel himself getting hard. You slow the rubbing as you notice him fidgeting, simply resting your palm on his leg. His racing heartbeat becomes apparent as your head slides down to his chest, and you smirk to yourself that you still had this affect on him.

“This is you, ma’am.” The driver mentions, looking back at the two of you. “Who’s payin’?” He asks, pulling up to a curb.

The car pulls up outside of your house, and you look up at Namjoon -- your lips close once again. A desire knots in between your legs, and you squeeze them to dissipate the sensation -- gasping at the sudden intensity of your lust.

“Um...um I guess this is me.” You say softly, looking from his lips up to his eyes. He returns the look, and you quickly break eye contact and get out of the car.

Namjoon whips his credit card into the reader before handing the driver fifty dollars in cash.

“Can you give me a few minutes?” He taps the man’s shoulders, and the driver looks at Namjoon through the rearview mirror.

“Good luck, man.” The driver nods, watching Namjoon exit.

✹✹✹

Namjoon catches you before you start to walk away from the vehicle, and he comes to stand tall in front of you. He looks down at you for a few moments, and neither of you break eye contact. The wind starts to chill your lips and fingertips, and Namjoon moves a step closer toward you.

He’s hesitant as he approaches, not sure how you’ll react. He places a hand on your shoulder, and it moves up your neck and toward your cheek. Your head naturally falls into his large palm, and his other hand moves to do the same. Both of his thumbs massage the skin underneath your chin -- both of your lips only a breath away from each other.

“I forgive you.” You whisper, looking into his eyes. His eyes fall in relief, and your fingers hook into the belt cinching his coat around his waist to pull him closer to you.

Both of your lips gently meet, the warmth melting your frigid lips.

Snow starts to fall, and each flake that meets your skin is no match for the heat rising from your cheeks. You relish in each others warmth, one always pulling the other closer -- your fingers embedded in the smooth fabric of his coat.

Namjoon taps the cab for it to leave, and you press your lips further into his as his soft thumbs rub up and down the column of your throat.

“It rained the first night we kissed.” Namjoon pulls his lips from yours and you giggle. He presses back into your lips halfway through another giggle leaving your mouth.

“Is that a sign?” You mumble into his lips, nipping at the lush bottom one. You dive back into him with your tongue as a familiar, insatiable thirst overtakes you -- his head tilting to the side to gain more leverage in the kiss.

✹✹✹

A trail of clothing lines the floor to the couch in your living room, and you’re perched atop Namjoon’s lap. His tongue dives into the silky fabric of your cream-colored slip, the moisture embedding the fabric against your nipple. You gasp, your hands rummaging around his hair as he does the same to your other nipple before lightly nibbling at it. The silk begins to stick to your form, the heat from the fireplace causing your body to collect small droplets of sweat.

You breathe into each other’s mouths as you slowly unbutton Namjoon’s shirt, his hands roaming underneath your slip and over your ass. He slides his fingers underneath the suspenders that hold up your stockings, and then moves to squeeze the cheeks of your ass firmly before slapping it.

You bite your lip -- gasping into his mouth before diving back into his lips. Something about his grip on your ass made you distinctly feral, and you grind into his crotch below.

“How did I get so lucky?” He gasps, only allowing you a small wind of his hips, and you bite into his bottom lip. He growls and pulls your panties to the side, feeling the slick heat between your lips.

“Fuck. You still get so wet for me.” His fingers continue to rub you and you whine, attempting to grab his wrist. You were on fire by now, and you run your hands over his hard, exposed chest before diving back into his lips, the only part of his body he was allowing you access to.

The length of his finger suddenly slips inside of you and you firmly moan into his lips. He pumps his finger inside of you and you squirm, hearing the slick sounds of your juices coating his finger. He slips a second finger in, using the two of them to stretch you.

“Ah...Namjoon...” A pert moan drops from your mouth, his fingers moving to pump into you again.

You relish in the sweet stretch of his fingers, his mouth moving to suck on your breast through the fabric. You grab his head as his drags his tongue from your breast -- up your neck and back to your lips. Need -- a deep aching need -- emanates from your lips as you make contact again, and he pulls his fingers from inside of you.

“Let me taste you.” He growls into your lips, and you gasp as he throws you on your back. He pulls you closer to him on the couch before dragging your soaked lace panties to the side. He immediately suckles at your drenched lips below, moaning into the sensitive skin. He swiftly burrows his face inside of you, his tongue flicking deep inside of your core. He rotates his head around your core, his masterful tongue dragging with it. You squeal as he growls into you, and you grip him at the roots of his hair.

“Namjoon, fuck-“ You feel yourself drip, throwing your head back over the edge of the couch. The feeling of his tongue was more intense than usual, the sounds of him eating you out sending electric zaps through you like a livewire.

He gives you a dark look -- lightly pulling at your lips as you watch him below, moving to trail cum-drenched kisses up your abdomen. He meets your lips with his, and you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Namjoon’s now positioned above you and you reach below, massaging his shaft through his boxers. He groans, almost as if in pain, from how much he wanted you. He gasps as you pull out his weighty length, and sit up to tuck it into your warm mouth.

Your tongue slips over the wet head before you take him in as far as you can. He groans as you pull out and precum gathers on the tip. You hum at the liquid before you dig your tongue into the slit its pouring from -- devouring him again and again.

You release him from your mouth after a few moments, the entirety of his shaft glistening with saliva. You lay back on the couch and he parts your legs, looking up at you. He drives his shaft up and down your lips before he enters you -- and you wince as his firm head pierces you. He pulls back out briefly, blowing air out so he doesn’t fill you whole in one go. You line him up with your entrance, and you push him in -- gasping at the furious stretch. He groans in return, beginning to pump slowly in and out of you. You whine, placing a hand on his abdomen to slow his pace. Both of your breathing picks up, and he props himself up over you -- his lips joining with yours.

His hips start to wave into yours, and you whimper in pleasure as his pace increases.

“Does that feel good?” His length pulls in and out of you, the subtle difference in size from his pronounced head to his shaft intensely massaging your walls. You nod, so deeply concentrated on the pleasure.

“Faster?” He asks through a few labored breaths, his eyes intense on yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, your lips meeting the wet heat collecting on his skin.

“Fuck...yeah.” You can only mewl out into his ear as he picks up his pace, his cock growing larger inside of you.

“Motherfuck-“ You whine, your legs moving to hook onto his shoulders. He fills you deeper, and the slosh of your bodies meeting below filling the room. How wet you are turns you on further and you tap his back, indicating for him to take his thrusts a tick faster. And so he does, his skin slapping hard into yours as you gasp, whining as you’re taken the deepest you’ve ever been. Your fingernails clamp into the rippling muscles on his back, and your senses explode as you clench around him, nearing your release.

You gasp as he pulls out and flips you over onto your stomach, positioning your ass in the air. He pushes your slip up, and takes hold of the white garter belt affixed to your nude fishnet stockings. You squeal as he enters you from behind, his grip tightening on your belt to drive deeper inside of you.

“Faster.” Grits through your teeth, the end of the word ending in a whine. Something about not having him for weeks ignited a deep desire inside of you -- and you moan as his free hand digs into your waist. His large hand slides down to grip the back of your neck while he bucks into you madly, lewd moans repeatedly slipping through your lips.

“Namjoon I’m gonna-“ You squeal as he slams harder into you -- the neurons in your body exploding in euphoria. The pleasure radiates from your core and through the rest of your nerves as you still pulse around him -- your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Fuck!” Namjoon exclaims, his warm load releasing inside of you, and your head hangs down as you catch your breath. He pulls from the tight fit, a popping noise echoing in the air as he does so.

“God, I missed you.” He says softly, before he positions you on your back, laying himself back on top of you. He dives into your lips once more and you grab his jaw, relishing in his weight on your body. He luxuriates in your softness and warmth as he fixes his hard frame on top of yours, and you pull a leg up to wrap around his waist. He caresses you from the curve of your ass down to the back of your knee, looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Why are you here with me again? After everything?” There’s wonder in his whisper -- a need for some sort of unspoken assurance -- and you seal your lips to his. Your thumb glides over his cheek, and you pull back to look at his features.

“I’m only human. I can’t control how I feel.” You breathe in, stroking his soft locks. He glides his nose over yours, his lips still roving over your skin. He places a hot, opened mouthed kiss on your neck as he squeezes your waist, and you softly moan into his ear.

Namjoon lifts his head up, looking from your lips to your eyes. His toasty chestnut eyes grow larger, and he looks at you.

“I love you.” He says softly, and your chest heaves up and down before you kiss him again.

“I love you, too.” Coming up for air, you look at him -- still feeling as if you haven’t indulged enough in his plush lips. You kiss him feverishly, soaking in his confession.

Both of your swollen lips vibrate against one another as you look at each other, gasping for air as you pull away.

“What are we gonna tell Yoongi?” He sighs into your mouth, looking at you.

“The truth.”

✹✹✹

“Maybe I should take the position. Because then I’d be your boss.” You mention, pushing Namjoon down into his chair. You grip the arms of the chair, leaning down to kiss him. He pulls you onto his lap, smacking your ass.

“Are we really gonna do this first thing in the morning?” He growls into your lips, and you giggle. “We have like...an hour before people start arriving. So yeah. We’re doing this.” You grip the back of his neck and weave your neck to access his lips as his head moves from side-to-side.

“Maybe I don’t want to, Boss.” He teases through a growl, and you bite your lip -- pressing your forehead to his.

“Well...then...you’re fired.” You whisper, your tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouth. He sucks your bottom lip as he pulls away, studying your eyes.

“That’s retaliation.” His dimples pop into his cheeks mischievously, and you place kisses on his neck -- feeling him grow hard underneath you.

“Mmm...well he seems to disagree.” You mention, and Namjoon gasps, grinding up into your throbbing core.

“Fuck.” You mutter, feeling yourself get wet the more he grinds into you.

Footsteps start to float down the hall, and you hop from Namjoon’s lap. You look around the room for a place to hide -- but there’s nowhere to be found in a glass office. You decide to burrow underneath his desk, and Namjoon quickly pulls his chair into his desk after you do.

“Hey, Mr. Kim! How are things going this morning?” Namjoon nervously puts his elbow down on the table and picks up a pen.

“Oh, you know. It’s going.” He chuckles, his eyes subtly widening at the janitor.

“I feel ya, man. It’s real crazy-“ The janitor starts.

“Yeah, um, I’ve got work to get back to if you don’t mind.” Namjoon uses the pen to point around the office. “You know, before everyone starts filing in.” He nods, satisfied with the lie.

“Oh! Yeah. Sorry, man. I just get so caught up.” The janitor responds, sweeping a few specks from the floor.

You sigh in relief as you hear the janitor’s footsteps leave the room, but Namjoon looks down at you and shakes his head.

“Mr. Kim! Good morning -- you’re here early!” Jimin exclaims, dropping his briefcase off at his own desk. He notices Namjoon looks bright and glowy as he rolls into his office, and he smiles at him.

“How was your night? Anything interesting happen?” Jimin pries, his hand on his hip as he scours Namjoon’s face for an answer.

“You could say that, I guess.” Namjoon chuckles, twirling the pen in his hand around his fingers. You circle Namjoon’s knee with your pointer finger, and you feel his body stiffen.

“Mind if I brief you now?” Jimin asks, looking him over -- and Namjoon tilts his head. “It’s...just that I want to knock out the rest of the work you gave me before the end of the day.”

Namjoon chuckles; of course this was the one day everyone was early, and of course Jimin wanted to brief him now.

Right now.

Your palm glides over Namjoon’s cock, and you slide your fingers over his shaft through his pants. You cover your mouth with a hand, holding back a snicker.

“Um, sure.” Namjoon’s voice comes out in a tremble before he sucks in air. “I know. I know it’s an intense, stressful schedule you’ve got coming up.”

Namjoon fidgets in his chair as you pull his cock from his pants, wiggling it to observe its satisfying weight.

“First thing’s first. Min has said that overall, it’s been a challenging fiscal year, but that your product and the CMO’s complimentary marketing pulled us into the black.” He says.

“A real Hail Mary.” Jimin continues, swiping the screen of his iPad to the next slide.

“Fuck!” Namjoon exclaims as you take his shaft whole into your mouth. “I mean...that’s really great news.” He corrects himself, and Jimin crunches his eyebrows together in confusion.

Namjoon leans his neck to the side, his hand balling into a fist to try and contain himself. He gasps, your tongue quietly swirling around his length.

A light, satisfied moan escapes your lips as you pull his cock from your mouth, licking its length.

“So-“ Jimin pauses and looks up, his eyes locking with Namjoon’s. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Namjoon asks, biting his lip -- praying Jimin didn’t hear you. “I think that’s enough for today?” Namjoon raises the statement like a question, and Jimin raises an eyebrow at him.

“Just wait..one more thing.” Jimin says, reaching to hand Namjoon a portfolio. “It’s the paperwork.”

You flatten your tongue and take Namjoon’s length in whole again, and he leans forward in his chair for relief. His hips subtly buck up to get deeper in your throat, and he twitches in your mouth. His load spurts into the back of your throat and you try to hold yourself back from choking.

The thick, sticky cum drizzles from your mouth and lands on your white blouse, and you scrunch your face, mouthing “Fuck.” to yourself.

“To be honest, I can’t remember the last time we got through a brief uninterrupted.” Jimin comments. “But to each his own.”

“I won’t be needing this.” Namjoon sighs in relief after his release, picking the portfolio back up and handing it to Jimin.

“But it’s for your promotion.” Jimin tilts his head in confusion.

“I’ll explain later.” Namjoon responds, shaking his head.

✹✹✹

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You lament, dripping water from a faucet onto your shirt. You pick up a Tide pen from the counter, frantically rubbing it into the fabric.

You came to the unfortunate resolution at this moment that Tide pens didn’t get cum out of shirts.

You blow at the stain and then dab it with a napkin before accepting defeat.

You toss the damp napkins into the trash and exit the bathroom.

You quickly shuffle down the hall, attempting to make it to the staircase before anyone sees you on Namjoon’s floor.

Jimin walks down the hall, catching sight of the back of your body as you run into the stairwell.

He smirks in relief, shaking his head.

✹✹✹

Both you and Namjoon sit across from Yoongi’s desk, awaiting his return to his office. You dig your fingers into the free spaces where Namjoon’s fingers rest on the edge of his chair, and you look up at him.

“I truly hope Yoongi takes this well.” You whisper, both of your lips embracing in a quick peck.

Yoongi returns, quietly sitting at his desk and observing the two of you.

You look at Namjoon and Namjoon looks at you, the both of you searching each other’s eyes to see who should speak first.

“To clear the very big elephant in the room...do you think I didn’t know about you two?” Yoongi asks, folding his hands together on the desk.

“You...know?” You ask, your eyes widening as you squeeze Namjoon’s hand.

Yoongi leaps back in his chair, laughing out loud -- the satisfied laugh nearly sinister. Yoongi swipes a tear from the edge of his eye, holding his chest to calm his laughter.

“You two are so obvious. Not subtle at all.” He gasps out, still trying to calm his breaths. “I should fire you both for violating company policy.”

Yoongi bursts into laughter again as he sees your worried expressions, and he wags his finger through the tears.

“Luckily. L-Luckily, I own the company.” He heaves. “And I’m giving you a pass.” He blows out air.

“Well...well that was part of the news.” You say, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “We’ve always wanted to start something that was our very own.” You continue, looking over at Namjoon, and he nods. Your lips open cautiously: “We’re both resigning as of today, our last day fully effective in two weeks.”

“You’re totally fucking with me, right?” Yoongi asks before he stands up. You shake your head in response, and Yoongi collapses back into his chair.

“I have to admit...I’ve never seen the two of you happier, if I’m being honest.” His head drops into his hands as he falls into processing the dire reveal. “You both came in here young. Bright-eyed and bushy tailed. But...I saw you both fade in real time as you became hard-nosed execs on behalf of my company.”

Yoongi motions over his face. “It’s like the all light went out from your eyes.” He admits, looking up to study the both of you.

“You were both pivotal in the success of this company over the years, and I can only thank you for that. If being with each other is what brings you happiness, that’s the least I can give you in return.” Yoongi’s voice trembles a bit, and he clears his throat out of embarrassment; he wasn’t one to be choked up.

“Just don’t leave and become my competitor.” He chuckles, coming around to the front of his desk. “Now get out of my office.” He motions, shooing the two of you.

You giggle at Namjoon, and the two of you rise up from your chairs. You approach Yoongi slowly, looking at him as he tries to hide his forlorn eyes.

“Can I hug you?” You ask, and before he objects you collapse into his arms. Yoongi protests as Namjoon comes around to hug him as well, and Yoongi laughs as he melts into the embrace.

✹✹✹

“Well, well, well. Now we’re both the boss. How do you suppose we have hot hate sex now?” You ask, your fingers twiddling through Namjoon’s hair as you’re nested on his lap.

Floor-to-ceiling windows line the walls as far as you can see, and Namjoon wraps his hands around your waist.

The two of you are in a new, empty office space, and your eyes rove over to the desks and offices waiting to be filled.

“The money from that Blackjack game you beat me in while we were in Vegas came in handy for this new building.” He whispers in your ear before he places a kiss on your neck.

“But still kinda mad at you for beating my ass in that.” He chuckles, his voice vibrating in your ear.

“Seriously gonna hate fuck you again remembering that.” He growls. You giggle as he tries to put his hand up your skirt, and you lightly elbow him in the abdomen.

“Stop being naughty. They’ll be here any minute.” You pull your skirt back down, standing up and leaning on the front of Namjoon’s new desk.

Jimin and Taehyung both walk through the door of Namjoon’s new office, and you smile at the both of them.

“Well, if it isn’t our pesky love fairies.” You cross your arms, and Namjoon circles to the front of the desk with his hands in his pockets.

“Are you two ready to start work?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Taehyung responds first, giving you a subtle bow.

“We already dropped our things off at our desks and fired up our laptops.”

“Can we get you anything?” Jimin inquires, his brows raising as he awaits an answer. “Coffee? Tea?”

“Neither.” You respond, and Namjoon reaches behind him to pick up two silver nameplates. He gestures for the two to approach, and he hands them the pieces of metal.

“Associate…” The title doesn’t register until he reads it again, his brows coming together in disbelief. “Associate?” Taehyung asks, his voice rising up.

You laugh as the two jump up and down together, glee spreading across their faces.

“You’ve both worked hard...in more ways than one.” You giggle, hooking your arm in Namjoon’s. He lays his head on top of yours to affirm your statement.

“Just to show you both that all of the late nights...and plotting was worth it.”

All of you laugh in unison.

The four of you link your arms over each others shoulders and giggle as you approach the large windows — admiring the dazzling view of the city below.

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[milfgyuu]

It’s A Date → Pairing: Lim Jaebeom x Fem! Reader Tags: 700 words, AU, First Date Mishaps, Badass Aesthetic Beom, Prompt, Drabble Request. Prompt: No.1 There are people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close. Requested by @jjpmoans​

You knew one day your taste in men was going to get you in trouble.

Right now it has you running hand in hand with a guy you barely know, racing for your lives as a group of rather terrifying men chase you down with an assortment of weapons in their hands. Your lungs are close to bursting and you want nothing more than to fall to your knees but the iron grip on your hand keeps you moving.

Finally, catching a break, you both manage to cut another corner out of their sight and Jaebeom swings you into an alleyway. You lose your balance when he suddenly pulls you sideways and you squeal in surprise as he catches you and pushes you up against the wall, pressing his body into you as if he could shield you in case his plan doesn’t work.

His one hand is on your hip and the other is pressed against the wall, caging you in, as his eyes remain focused on the side street you just came off of, waiting for danger to hopefully pass. His chest heaves heavily against your own but even though your body had been begging for oxygen only seconds ago, you nearly hold your breath as you study his face.

You thought he was gorgeous the second you saw him walk into the little dinner you worked in. All black boots, torn jeans, leather jacket, tattoos, and piercings complimented with a dangerously sexy undercut. You were head over heels from the moment he came through the door and offered you a devilish smirk that had your heart pounding in your chest. He quickly became your favorite customer and when he asked you out a few weeks later you had zero hesitation.

Being this close however was a whole new experience. Your eyes traced over his plump lips accentuated by a silver ring, and the impeccable definition of his jaw made you want to run your finger along the sharp edges at the risk of setting your heart ablaze. You lingered on the two twin moles just below his eyebrow and the thought of pressing your lips against them had your eyes fluttering shut.

Suddenly, you feel his breath fan over your face and you slowly open your eyes to find him staring back at you, his eyes dipping to your mouth before bouncing back up. He swallows heavily at your close proximity but makes no moves to back away from you.

“Friends of yours?” You whisper with a playful smile upon your lips.

Jaebeom laughs, turning away in mild embarrassment. “Not exactly.”

“Ahh,” You hum thoughtfully, your hands moving up to grip the bottom of his jacket, “That would explain the weapons and threats then.”

“I’m really sorry, y/n,” Jaebeom apologizes sincerely, “I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. Especially not on a first date.” Jaebeom hangs his head, pulling back slightly but you don’t let him get very far before you’re surprising him by tugging his jacket to pull him against you once more.

“Jaebeom, look at me,” You wait patiently for him to drag his eyes back to yours, “I had a great first date,” You tell him and he blinks in shock, “Even if there was more...running...than I had planned for.”

“Are you saying you would go out with me again?” He asks hopefully, a smile creeping its way onto his ridiculously handsome face.

“Of course,” You smile sweetly, melting at the way his eyes crinkle in delight, “Next time we have a date in public though I’ll just make sure I’m not wearing a dress. Maybe some sneakers. A tracksuit perhaps…” You wink at him teasingly.

“It’s a date then?” Jaebeom asks as he leans in, his lips just centimeters from your own and you know there is no going back. There are stars in your eyes whenever you look at him and there’s absolutely no hope for you now.

You tip your head back, looking at him through your lashes, “It’s a date,” You whisper before sealing the kiss.

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[wingsofkpop]

Hiraeth - I.IV: Danced of the Damned

pairing(s):  Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre:  Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, heavy Angst, slight Fluff, eventual Smut

warning(s): Mature language, mentions of death, hints of traumatic experiences, blood, etc. 

word count: 5k

synopsis:  How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…

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You don’t know exactly what you were expecting to find in the archives of the Town Hall. Maybe a couple old files holding the ancestral information of Moon Dye or a couple ancient photographs where the faces are too blurred and rotted to recognize. Even the finding of a mere rusted pocket watch would have crossed your mind—not a thick registry stuffed full of unthinkable truths. 

In your defense, you just happened to stumble upon the records in the dank, dusty basement where the town’s archives stay. It was hidden in a secret compartment behind chalky boxes of cold cases that were forgotten a long, long time ago—how else were you to satiate your curiosity? Inside the mess of cobwebs and dust, there sat the information that would both make and break your sanity. 

And maybe if Jaebeom hadn’t approached you in that alleyway and confirmed your suspicions… your mind would have been able to come up with some sort of rationalization. 

“Look, I wanted to tell you so many times…” You can’t bring yourself to meet Mark’s gaze, finding more interest in swirling the contents of your untouched tea. Through the corner of your eye, however, you can see your companion feverishly shaking his head, “But knowing about me would put you in danger, (Y/N)... I couldn’t do that to you.” 

“That wasn’t your choice to make, Mark.” 

“I know that, but—fucking hell.” Mark buries his face in his palms, still rocking back and forth, “It shouldn’t be like this… God, I never wanted this—” 

“And you think I did?” You hiss, uncaring about the pure venom in your tone. “How the fuck am I supposed to process all of this? That vampires and werewolves and witches and probably goddamn pixies exist? That my best friend has magical powers and talks to the dead?” 

“I don’t—” Mark timidly shrugs, “talk to the dead…” 

“Well, at least there’s that much.” A heavy sigh passes from your lips, expelling barely any tension from your aching chest. You toy with the handle of your teacup before finally gathering the willpower to meet Mark’s eyes. His irises are wild and filled with all kinds of emotion, you immediately notice. Probably a mere reflection of your own. 

As much as you want to stay angry at your best friend—you physically can’t. No matter how many times your head and your heart go back and forth. Mark lied to you. Mark has been lying to you all this time. But something inside of you won’t let your eyes see past the genuine remorse and hurt written along his face. 

He’s still your best friend. 

Mark sighs, “What do you want me to do, (Y/N)?...” 

“I want you to tell me the truth—the whole truth.”

“I can’t do that,—” 

“I at least deserve that much, don’t you think?” Mark withers beneath your murmur, dragging a hand down his face with a frustrated breath. After another moment of silence that seems to stretch on for hours, Mark grabs a nearby bottle of bourbon, pours himself a glass and finally nods. 

“If I tell you everything, there’s no going back… Are you sure you’re okay with that?” 

“Not really, but I don’t have that choice anymore.” You hum. “I need to know.” 

Mark nods again. “Where do you want me to start?” 

“At the very beginning.” 

The way Mark throws back the alcohol sparks uneasiness in your gut, but not as much as the gloomy darkness that overtakes his gruff tone. 

“The main story begins with the first ever vampires that came into existence, known as the Prime Two…” Mark moves to pour himself another drink, but changes his mind and ends up drinking straight from the bottle. You wonder whether you should ask for a sip as well. 

“But you know them already… as Im Jaebeom and Park Jinyoung.” 

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Youngjae releases a content breath as he steps into the warmth of the bookstore, effectively escaping the post-rain chill of the outside. He shakes the remaining coolness from his hands before heading toward the front counter, where Bambam is stationed flipping through a high-end fashion magazine. Youngjae fights the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Bam?” 

Bambam looks up at Youngjae’s voice. “Hey, man. What’s going on?” 

“I need your help.” Youngjae surveys the area of the store, checking down aisles and around corners for any signs of life. The racing of his heart somewhat slows at the lack of other customers, allowing him to turn back to the cashier and continue, “The coven is in danger. Nayeon-noona is dead.” 

“I heard about that. I’m so sorry, hyung.” Bambam nods his head, “What can I do?”

“Are you able to see an account of everyone who steps foot in this town? Visitors included?” 

“Yeah, I know some guys who can get whatever information you need. You feel like taking a trip up to the police station?” 

Youngjae hums in response, waiting patiently for Bambam to lock up the register. He watches the younger throw on his coat before meeting him behind the counter. With Bambam in tow, Youngjae leaves the comfort of the shop. After Bambam locks the door, the two continue through the cold in the direction of the police station. Youngjae again checks his surroundings, feeling more than just the chill of the air. 

“Did you… find what killed her?” 

“What?” 

Bambam repeats again a little louder. “Nayeon. Do you know what killed her?” 

“A hunter and another witch.” Youngjae explains, “We have records of them murdering countless covens before coming to Moon Dye.” 

“I may not know everything about this supernatural stuff, but don’t hunters hunt vampires...?”

“We’re not sure why either of them are specifically targeting witches.” Youngjae shudders, pulling his coat tighter around his shoulders. “I just hope we can find them before…” 

“Hey.” Bambam halts Youngjae’s pace with a hand on his arm. “We’re gonna find these douchebags and make sure they don’t hurt anyone else.” 

Youngjae weakly smiles. “Thanks, Bam.” 

“C’mon. I’m freezing my ass off.” Youngjae follows Bambam’s wishes and continues down the street, feeling less and less paranoid knowing the younger is by his side. Instead, Youngjae’s mind thinks back to your sudden entrance only mere minutes ago.

Youngjae wanted to stay at the mausoleum and help Mark deescalate the situation, but the older insisted that he continue the search. He can’t help but remember the betrayal across your features—the way you looked at him and Mark as if they were aliens. 

“Why did you give (Y/N) Mayor Bhuwakul’s old diary?” The question escapes Youngjae’s lips before he can stop himself. His inquiry visibly takes Bambam off guard, manifesting in the form of confusion along his features, before shifting to realization. 

“Because she deserves to know.” 

“But what about Mark-hyung? You know what this will do to him, right? To him and (Y/N)?” 

Bambam shakes his head. “I know Mark cares about (Y/N), and (Y/N) cares about Mark.” He peers at Youngjae through the corner of his eye and shrugs, “That’s not gonna change just because she knows the truth, hyung. I doubt that will ever change.” 

Youngjae doesn’t respond, keeping his eyes trained on the moving pavements at his feet. He knows Bambam is right, and knows both Mark and (Y/N), but something in his gut doesn’t feel right—like a sense that something is coming. 

Something bad… Something really, really bad. 

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“So you’re telling me that not only are there vampires almost a thousand years old running around without a care in the world, but you’re also the leader of the town witch coven who protects Moon Dye from supernatural threats?” Mark nods at your recount, holding back a smile at the cute furrow in your eyebrows. “You realize how absolutely unreal that sounds? Right?” 

“You said you wanted the truth.” 

“I’m only slightly regretting that decision now.” You sigh, smoothing a hand over your scalp. Mark notices a stray hair fall across your forehead at your movement. He’s not sure whether it’s the light buzz radiating throughout his veins or the way your eyes seem to glitter in the sunlight, but his mind has to warn his hands to remain glued to the table. Still, Mark can’t help but feel disappointed as you brush the strand away. 

You shrug your shoulders, “How… How do you do it?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Like…” Mark carefully watches your expression, noticing the slight tremor in your tone as you trail on. “How do you… do magic…?” 

“Well, there’s a bunch of ways.” He explains, “Spells. Potions. Channeling objects. Control of the elements. Some witches can even see events from the past, present or future.” 

“So you don’t wave around wands and ride on broomsticks?” 

The first genuine laugh leaves Mark’s lips for the first time tonight. “No. Though Youngjae did try to enchant his car to fly one time.” 

“Where does it come from? The magic?” 

“It’s dependent on the witch, and the type of craft they practice.” 

Not desiring to scare you off, Mark chooses to show a more modest example. He focuses his attention onto your cup, still full of now cold tea, and murmurs a quick incantation beneath his breath. Your entire body flinches as the glass lifts at least six inches off the table, enough to hover at the level of your eyes. After a couple seconds, Mark lowers the cup back into its original place. When he meets your gaze, he expects to see fear embedded beneath your irises, but it’s the opposite: 

You seem fascinated. 

“I usually practice Traditional Magic, so I use the Earth and other natural elements to amplify my magic.” Mark says, “Most witches are born with their own powers, but that’s not always the case. 

“Youngjae—take him as an example—is a Siphoner. In order to generate magic, he has to absorb it from other things, be it objects or people.” 

“So he… siphons magic?” 

Mark smiles. “Exactly. You’re catching on pretty quick.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” You shake your head, curiously peering down at the stationary teacup before returning your attention back to Mark. “When I read through that book in the archives, I saw something about Lycanthropes… Does that mean what I think it means?” 

“Werewolves.” He states matter of factly.

“They exist too then?” 

“You remember Kim Yugyeom? Bambam’s best friend?” 

You nod. 

Mark nods too. “He’s the second in command of Moon Dye’s pack. I don’t think you’ve met the new Alpha, Bang Chan.” 

“I’ve heard the name from some of my kids.” Mark can practically feel the exhaustion from your sigh. He debates the idea of reaching across the table to take your hand in his—the loneliness of your fingers spurring him on even more. Before Mark can make up his mind, you’re already withdrawing your limbs and hiding them in the comforts of your lap. 

“I just—I’m just having a hard time processing all of this.” 

Mark shakes his head, “It’s a lot to take in, (Y/N).”

“I know, but—” You pause to lift your head, furrowing your eyebrows in his direction with the beginnings of a scowl overtaking your lips. “I’m still pissed that you kept this whole other world a secret from me. I mean, for fucksakes, Mark, you’re my best friend.” 

“I’m—I was protecting you. Knowing this stuff exists doesn’t come without consequence, (Y/N).” 

“Stop saying that, oh my god—” Mark waits as you bury your face in your palms, deeply breathing through the divots of your laced fingers. After maybe a minute of silence, you raise your head and murmur, “What is it about me knowing that puts me in danger? I was nearly killed by that vampire without knowing shit.” 

A wince overtakes Mark’s features. “It’s complicated…” 

“I’m so sick of everyone using that excuse.” You hiss, “You don’t keep something like this from me, especially the fact that you’re—” 

“Do you know how Nayeon died?” Mark can see how his sudden question takes you off guard by the widening of your eyes and pursing of your lips. You take a few moments to collect yourself, right your expression, before answering: 

“She was… killed by an animal.” 

Mark shakes his head again. “No. Nayeon was murdered by a supernatural vampire hunter and another witch.” 

You blink. “B-But… was she a—?” 

“She was a witch—an innocent witch that never provoked, nor hurt anyone.” Mark leans forward until the edge of the table presses harshly against his ribs. The uncomfort does little to garner his attention—too focused on speaking to you with his desperate eyes. “This world—my world is dark, (Y/N). The creatures in my world are even darker, including me.” 

He pretends not to catch the brief wave of unease that washes over your face. 

“Right now, there are two fucking crazies in town out to kill me and my people.” Mark gulps at the stone long formed at the back of his throat. “If I lose anyone else, I—” Unable to finish his sentence, Mark shifts his focus. “I just need you to understand, (Y/N). Please.” 

“Mark—” Tremors shoot through his veins as your fingers latch around his wrist—the warmth of your touch sobering the last remnants of his mind. He has to hold back tears at the pure sympathy that resonates from your bright irises. “I understand, okay?” 

He nods, not trusting the quality of his voice. 

You softly squeeze his arm. “No more secrets though… Promise me.” 

“(Y/N)—” 

“Promise me.”   

Mark knows he shouldn’t, but the way you’re looking at him—so calm, yet so determined—the way you always look at him… He can’t do anything but give in. 

“I promise.” He murmurs, placing a hand over your own with a weak smile. “No more secrets.” 

You nod approvingly, offering up a smile of your own. Your lips part again, as if to ask another question, when a knock sounds from the door. Mark almost verbally protests when you pull away, but holds back his annoyance to answer the unexpected visitor with a silent sigh. However, he can’t hold back his scowl at the sight of Jinyoung on his doorstep. 

“Mark. It’s good to see you.” 

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

“I apologize for my sudden visit, but I needed to talk to you about—” Jinyoung’s voice trails off, which Mark quickly realizes is because of your known presence. He watches, with narrowed eyes, as you and Jinyoung exchange an array of glances before he turns back to Mark. 

He shakes his head. “I didn’t realize you had company. I’ll come back—” 

“She knows.” An uneasy feeling erupts in Mark’s gut at the weak expression that crosses over Jinyoung’s face. He doesn’t like how Jinyoung looks at you again, nor the blank stare you offer the vampire in response. 

Jinyoung nods. “I see…” 

“What did you—?” Mark’s phone rings before he can finish his question, temporarily relieving him from the atmosphere of awkwardness and irritation. He steps aside to allow Jinyoung the space to enter while pulling his phone from his pocket. His eyes remain fixated on the interaction between both you and Jinyoung as he answers the call, lifting the device up to his ear. 

“Please tell me you and Bam found something.” 

“It’s not much, but we at least found a lead.” Mark breathes a sigh of relief at Youngjae’s answer. As to include both you and Jinyoung into the conversation, he turns Youngjae on speaker phone, avoiding the curious glint in your gaze.  

“There’s no record in the police database of any suspicious visitors entering town within the last few months, so we’re sure they probably got into Moon Dye undetected, or at least not on city file.” 

“How does that help us?” 

“You need to let me finish, hyung.” Mark can practically hear Youngjae roll his eyes over the line. “We may not have records, but some of Bam’s friends were able to look into the cameras stationed around the border of the road that leads into town. They caught footage of a bus dropping off two young women, who were then picked up by a 2018 BMW M6. We tried to track the license plate number, but the registration is private.” 

Jinyoung murmurs with a nod, “So someone who lives here in town brought them in. It’s possible we may be dealing with more than just a hunter and a witch.” 

“I don’t think so.” Youngjae disagrees, “The tracking spell would have picked up on every accomplice involved in Nayeon-noona’s murder.” 

Mark feels sick at the slight grimace that pulls across your features. He knows you're playing strong by the way you quickly mask your discomfort. 

“Anyway, we were only able to track the vehicle as far as Poison Square. But we do have the faces of the two young women that got off of the bus.” 

“That’s something then.” Mark sighs, sharing a wary glance with Jinyoung. “What do they look like?” 

“Both are probably somewhere in their early- to mid-twenties, have dyed blonde hair and are relatively around the same height.” 

Jinyoung shakes his head. “That could be anyone. Can you be more specific?” 

“The one woman has three distinguishing beauty marks: One on the bridge of her nose, another above her upper lips, and a third near the corner of her mouth.” 

“Shouldn’t the hunter have something on them? Like a mark?” 

“We wouldn’t be able to see the hunter’s mark.” Jinyoung shuts down Mark’s inquiry with a frown, “It’s only visible to other hun—” 

“This mark… Is it a tattoo, by any chance?...” Mark nearly flinches at your sudden question—Jinyoung almost doing the same. The latter resurrects from the surprise before releasing a hesitant answer: 

“Well, I’ve never seen it myself, but… yes.” 

“Oh my fucking god…” The pure shock that overtakes your face sends warning bells chiming through Mark’s mind. He sets the phone on the table before dropping to his knees in front of your sitting form, immediately noticing the trembling of your hands. Worst case scenarios play through his thoughts like creepy puppet shows, but he pushes them away to focus on you. 

“What is it?” 

When you meet his gaze, your eyes are wild with a blend of shock  and fright. Mark feels even sicker than before, and not because of the alcohol. 

You gulp. Not once. But twice. 

“I… I know who Nayeon’s killers are.” 

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“Please, just let me go…” Jihyo sobs, hot tears beginning to spill down her burning cheeks. The rope around her wrists chafes uncomfortably at her skin, eating away at what little dignity remains in her heart. “I really don’t understand what you want from me…” 

Momo releases a huff—the sight and sound mirroring a dragon blowing smoke through his nostrils. Jihyo watches through terrified eyes as Momo paces across the living room floor, feverishly shaking her head and mumbling incoherencies underneath her breath. The fear continues to grow when Momo stomps to where Jihyo is frozen stiff on the sofa. 

“How many fucking times do I have to repeat myself?” Momo growls, shoving her tattooed arm in Jihyo’s face. “You see this mark, then you’re a hunter. It’s not rocket science.” 

Jihyo weakly shakes her head. “You’re sick, Momo… Th-This whole thing about vampires and witches and hunters doesn’t exist…” 

It’s a lie—Jihyo knows in her heart that a part of her, a very stupid part of her, believes every little detail that has left Momo’s lips. Some of it makes too much sense not to be true: The sudden animal attacks. The mysterious disappearances. The unexplained instances she’s had ever since she moved to Moon Dye Bay. 

“I told you that—”  

Momo’s voice cuts out at the sound of a slamming door. For a moment, hope swirls through Jihyo’s gut, thinking that either Sana or (Y/N) must have come to her rescue, but the burst vanishes at the sight of Mina stepping into view—Jihyo’s fear instead skyrockets. 

Momo said she’s a witch. 

“What is going on here?” Mina demands, her tone stern and expression cold. Momo only smiles in response. 

“Sister!” She skips over to the newcomer, delicately taking Mina’s hands into her own. The act actually surprises Jihyo, not expecting the supposed, rather sadistic hunter to be capable of such affection. “Jihyo can see my mark! She’s a hunter just like me, sister!” 

Mina immediately tears her hands away, glaring at her sister with such bewilderment and venom. “Are you out of your damn mind!?” 

“Wh-What do you mean?” 

“Jihyo cannot be involved in any of this!” Goosebumps rise over Jihyo’s skin at the hidden darkness beneath Mina’s words. Her eyes glance toward the hallway, wondering the success rate of being able to reach the front door without alerting either sister. “Do you not remember what happened last time you tried to train another hunter?” 

“Things will be different this time. I am stronger now—we are stronger.” “You don’t know that for sure.” 

“Think of how easy it will be to take out the rest of Tuan’s coven with another hunter on our side, sister.” Momo persists, striking more panic through Jihyo’s already stocked body. Against her better judgement, Jihyo tries to escape her rope bindings… and unsurprisingly, fails. 

Mina shakes her head furiously. “Tuan and his witches have sided with one of The Prime brothers. We can’t risk killing another member without putting our own lives in danger—”

“All the more reason to take on another hunter.” Jihyo shrinks in on herself as Momo grabs Mina’s hand and leads her to her prisoner on the couch. “Please, sister. Think about what those witches did to us—about mother and father.” 

Silence, save for the hum of rushing blood in Jihyo’s ears, hangs in the air, thick like a pool of humid fog. Like Momo, Jihyo carefully watches Mina’s expression, searching for any features that may determine the underlyings of her fate. 

“So many lives we’ve already taken for mother and father.” Mina pulls her hand free from Momo’s and shakes her head. The rope seems to dig harder into her wrists—as does the terror in her chest when Mina murmurs her next words: 

“When will it ever be enough for you, sister?…” Jihyo’s gaze remains transfixed on Mina as she makes her way back through the kitchen, pausing to offer the bound woman an apologetic glance. “I’m so sorry you were brought into this… but I’m even more sorry that you’ll have to die because of it…” 

Whatever remaining hope inside Jihyo snaps as Mina throws her one last pitiful smile before rushing out the apartment—leaving Jihyo to the mercy of her deranged sister. 

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Jinyoung closely watches how your fingers seem to cling to Mark’s hands as you think over your words, almost as if his mere touch is enough to keep your mind grounded. And though he’d never admit it aloud… Jinyoung feels envy that Mark is the one who’s comforting you. 

“Mina and Momo are friends of Sana from when they were in high school.” You explain, peering between both Mark and Jinyoung’s curious expressions. Though Jinyoung notices how your gaze seems to avoid his seeking eyes. “I don’t know anything about them beside the fact they’re foster sisters, and they had a pretty shitty time in the system.” 

“Then how are you so sure it’s them?” Youngjae inquires, still over the phone. “And how did you know about the hunter’s mark?” 

You pause, and based on your expression, Jinyoung would guess you’re almost reluctant to answer his questions. He moves to soothe your uneasiness, but Mark beats him to it: 

“We have to know, (Y/N)... It’s important.” 

Jinyoung’s jealousy expands at the intimate glance you and Mark share. 

After another moment of quiet and a heavy sigh, you finally speak, “The other day, I heard Jihyo comment on a tattoo that Momo had—but there was no tattoo. Neither Sana nor I saw one, so I just thought Jihyo was imagining things until…” 

“Until now.” Jinyoung finishes. He inhales an unsteady gust of air, carding his fingers through his styled hair, and shakes his head with a solemn expression, “(Y/N)... For Jihyo to be able to see Momo’s hunter mark would mean she’s a—”

“We have to warn the others.” Mark interrupts Jinyoung, suddenly rising to his feet. “Youngjae, give a call to Lia, Jisung and Minho and tell them to get their asses over here as soon as possible.” 

“Already done, hyung. I couldn’t reach Minho, but I left several voicemails and dozens of texts.” 

“I’ll start on that linking spell we talked about. This ends tonight.” Mark lifts his phone from the tabletop, readying his thumb to tap the end call button. “Get here safe, okay?” 

Youngjae hums. “Fifteen minutes. Maybe ten.” 

“See you soon, Youngjae.” No sooner had Mark ended the call does your voice sound: 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? ‘This ends tonight’?” 

Mark shakes his head. “(Y/N)—” 

“No. I want to know what that means.” You abruptly rise, sending your chair sliding across the wood floor with a shriek. Jinyoung waits for Mark to come up with an answer, secretly enjoying the obvious discomfort amongst his features, before answering himself after maybe a minute of radio silence: 

Jinyoung places a hand on your shoulder. “It means we do what we have to do to keep everyone safe. Including you and the town.” 

“But you won’t… kill them? Right? I mean, there’s-there’s other ways that don’t have to end with anyone dead, right…?”

“I don’t know.” Jinyoung murmurs honestly, “If they’re willing to talk, then maybe. But if it comes down to it—” 

“Please, don’t…” His heart practically breaks at the shakiness of your tone. “Just—do anything you have to, but don’t kill them…” 

Mark raises an eyebrow with a scowl, “They’ve killed dozens of innocent people, (Y/N). If anything, they deserve to die.” 

“Maybe…” You shake your head. “But killing them would make you no better than them.” 

Jinyoung feels as if you just punched him in the gut with your words. He has to let go of your shoulder to reach back and support his weight against the table, suddenly dizzy and light-headed.

“We’ll…” Mark sighs, “We’ll try our best, okay?” 

You nod before wiping your palms against the side of your jeans. 

As you and Mark engage in another round of small talk, Jinyoung tries to settle the nauseous feeling in his gut and focus on anything other than the fragrant waft of your scent. He knows he would never hurt you—his self control is too grand to allow anything like that—but the lack of human blood is beginning to affect him again. For the worse. 

Usually Jinyoung is able to hold his own with only a couple droplets of animal blood every few days or so. However, his strength and other abilities have long depleted since he began this strict diet, and while he may not be anywhere near desiccation—Jinyoung is certainly hungry. And weak. Very, very weak. 

He just hopes he will be able to withstand the upcoming battle. 

“But I want to help!” 

“And the answer is no fucking way. Absolutely not.” Jinyoung returns to reality just in time to see Mark shake his head indignantly toward your seething figure. Since then, he notices the two of you have moved to a nearby lectern, where Mark is currently flipping through a large grimoire.

“I can help, I mean—Mina and Momo know me and I swear I can—” 

“It’s not fucking happening.” Mark growls, slamming the book shut and leering down at you with a sneer. Jinyoung catches how your face doesn’t falter in the slightest at his angered expression. 

With a single finger, you poke Mark’s chest. “I’m not just going to sit back and watch while you and your damn wizard gang go and play hocus pocus with a pair of killers.” 

“It’s too dangerous—!” 

“Do I look like I fucking care!? Didn’t think so!” 

Jinyoung steps in, making sure to keep his tone calm so as to not infuriate you anymore. “Mark is right, (Y/N). I’m sorry—but you’d only be a liability for us to keep track of.” 

Your expression hardens. “A liability—? Are you serious?” 

Mark doesn’t spare a second glance in your direction and instead turns to Jinyoung. He points toward the countertop behind the vampire, “Can you grab the bowl that’s there? The one from yesterday’s ritual?” 

“So that’s it then?” Jinyoung  grabs the silver bowl filled with dried blood and the charm bracelet as you continue to rant, and hands it to Mark. The witch immediately dips two fingers into the crimson liquid, closes his eyes and begins to murmur a hushed incantation. 

You shove at his shoulder. “Mark? Are you kidding me?” 

“(Y/N), please—” Jinyoung steers you away from the witch, forcing himself to keep strong underneath your icy stare. “It’s for your own good…” 

With a clenched jaw and sparkling eyes, you shake your head. For a moment, Jinyoung hopes you’ll simply turn on your heel and leave the tense atmosphere of the mausoleum, but as always—you surprise him. 

“You know, I let your and Mark’s lying about everything slide because I wanted to move past it—for a fresh start.” You lean closer until Jinyoung can practically taste your minty breath on the tip of his tongue. “But you two are still treating me like some sort of princess that needs to be protected.

“And you know what, Jinyoung?” Your hiss strikes something deep inside Jinyoung’s soul—something even he can’t place. “I’m no princess. And I don’t need to be protected. You’ll do best to get that shit through your head.” 

Neither Jinyoung nor Mark try to stop you as you stomp out the door. 

Jinyoung bites his lip before turning to Mark. “Are we… doing the right thing?” 

“I don’t know.” Mark replies, and for once, Jinyoung can relate to the lost tinge in his tone. 

“I really don’t fucking know.” 

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Join Forces

this-song-thats-only-for-you said:

Congrats bb for reaching the milestone of 4k followers. I'm sitting here trying to think of a dare... and I think I may have figured one or two out. I dare you to insert DAY6 (any or all members) into either... your Airforce7 world or your King Of Demons world. I feel either would suffice in torturing us all. I love you, and everything that you write. You deserve to share your creations with the world.

Pairing: Brian Kang x reader (ft. Day6 and Got7)

World: Airforce7 (you can read HERE)

Genre: pilot au / friends to lovers / fluff

Warnings: a whole lot of pilots for just one story >_<

A/N: this was actually really fun, though I did struggle to get enough “air time” for everyone (I’m sorry okay!) in both forces. Still, it was really cute and I hope you enjoy their friendly competition!

For those who followed the Af7 series, this story fits in timeline wise between Poster Boy and Fly Away With Me.

Word count: 3579

The dance hall was lively enough but when Brian stood up and headed towards the stage with his friends, several hollers and whistles increased the noise within the room. He couldn’t help but grin, gesturing to the bassist if he could take over, moving beside the standing instrument and looking over at Jae slinging the guitar strap over his head. Staring out into the forming crowd, Brian noticed you watching on and he jerked his head in direction of the stage, asking you to get up here and join them.

It was tradition, after all.

“Should I sing for you boys today?” you wondered as you took Sungjin’s outstretched hand, climbing up and shooting Dowoon a wink. “It’s been what, three months since you’ve been here?”

“Shoot us for being busy,” Brian replied with a chuckle and your ruby lips spread into a smile just for him.

Jae chuckled. “I’m trying not to be shot at all, thanks. But come on Y/N, for old time’s sakes. Everyone’s waiting for us.”

“Well, we can’t miss the opportunity to put on a good show now, can we? Sungjin, are you ready?” The fellow singer nodded and then you glanced at Wonpil who playfully hit the keys on the piano to let you know he was prepared to go all out. Turning to Dowoon, you nodded once. “Count us in then!”

The dance floor erupted with energetic moves as the bass thumped around the room and Jae played dizzy inducing riffs. Wonpil was bouncing around too much in his seat that he kicked it back, playing the piano excitedly and singing along.

There was no place better than this on Earth.

After performing two more songs, Brian noticed the music had dragged newcomers in from the streets, the uniforms looking out of place even though they matched the same as his own. He glanced in your direction and you nodded, hitting your note effortlessly thereafter.

You were already putting on a show, but there was no harm in starting the competition early. Eventually, the set ended and the room broke out into rowdy applause, Brian laughing as he was jostled by his fellow men, thanking them as he weaved his way back to the table for his drink.

“Not bad,” an all too familiar voice commented and Brian glanced up to see the seven men now standing before him and his friends. He chuckled as reached out to touch the insignia on Brian’s shirt and nodded with satisfaction. “A Lieutenant now, huh?”

“Someone had to get up on par with you, Im Jaebum.”

“But are you really as good of a team as us?”

“Wang’s right, have you learned to dance yet, Jaehyung?” Yugyeom, the youngest of the formidable AIRFORCE7 task force enquired with a cheeky grin, clicking his feet together in tune to the music.

Youngjae let out a hearty laugh and nodded. “I can hold a tune just as well so maybe I should get up there and get singing too?”

“Ey, it’s all a little bit of fun, there’s no need to bring in the competition until we’re on the tarmac boys,” Sungjin, the leader of their squadron announced, patting Mark’s arm in a friendly manner. “Let us enjoy the evening before we take you down in the skies.”

“Big words for a guy who can’t even dance,” BamBam mentioned, winking down at one of the ladies sitting at the table nearby. Emily got up and graced the man with a smile, leaning into BamBam’s face ever so slightly before moving to take Sungjin’s hand.

“Who says my man can’t dance?”

“Oh, so it’s on!” Jackson exclaimed, clapping his hands together and shrugging off his jacket and hat. He was soon out finding someone to dance with, several of the other members following suit.

Brian glanced down at Jae who had taken Emily’s seat. “What are you doing?”

“Sitting.”

“Not dancing?”

“Do we dance, Becky?”

The woman beside him curled up her lips and shrugged. “Do we, Jae?”

“No, I don’t think as a pilot it’s in my job description to know how to dance.”

“Are you on working hours right now?” Wonpil wondered with a roll of his eyes, tugging on Sarah’s hand to get her up from the table. “Besides, do you want to let Yugyeom have his glory just like last year?”

“I’d rather keep my dignity,” his fellow friend announced and Becky giggled.

“Which is where? Weren’t you trying to lose that the other day with-”

“Would you look at that, maybe I might just get these feet of mine to dance!” Jae stated with a hasty laugh, dragging his girlfriend out onto the floor with him, trying to find the most inconspicuous spot to fail within. Dowoon was shyly asking some of the ladies to dance with him and that left Brian staring down at you drinking and trying to avoid his gaze entirely.

“Y/N.”

“Oh no, I’m done for the night. I sang for you, don’t go begging for anything else, soldier.”

“Are you really going to let me look like a fool?” he questioned and you finally looked up at him, smirking as you nodded. He groaned loudly. “Y/N!”

“You can’t expect your good looks and charm to work on all the ladies. I grew up with you, remember. I know all about you, and that boyish stare of yours is not compelling me to dance with you. Any other girl would be thrilled to have your attention so go find someone else. After all, I’m still annoyed with you for not writing me once when you were away on training.”

He didn’t move, still outstretching his hand at you. “So do your longest friend a favour before this war comes our way.”

“That is a low blow and you know it.”

“You know I’m coming home again, so trust in me, won’t you?” he argued, yanking you to your feet and over to the dance floor. “I’m a great pilot.”

“You’re a dreadful dancer.”

“Well, at least we can say we tried and isn’t this weekend all about putting in our best effort?”

You laughed. “Brian, I’m not the one competing in this year’s race like you are. I don’t have to put in any effort.”

“And you won’t have to use any skill in dancing with me,” another voice offered, tapping Brian on the shoulder. You looked up into the eyes of the pilot standing there, Park Jinyoung smiling graciously at you. Brian wanted to laugh, you sure put up a fuss about his charms and yet the steadily growing blush on your cheeks proved just how easily you could fall for a man.

Brian only gripped at your waist more firmly.

“Y/N has a dancing partner, find your own, Park.”

Jinyoung chuckled. “I think we still have unfinished business from last year, don’t you?”

“I uh…” Glancing between your friend and the enticement of his competition, you groaned. “This is why I don’t dance. Why don’t you both partner with each other and stop trying to give a lady a headache?”

“Now, why would I want to do that?” Jinyoung mused, slipping his hand into yours that came away from Brian’s shoulder all too easily. “We all know that Kang here can’t dance and we established you and I can together last time. Won’t you give me just one dance, Y/N?”

“You’re fraternising with the enemy!” Brian grumbled as you managed to be torn away from him, leaving him staring after you bitterly.

He might have lost today, but tomorrow he’d show him just how good of a pilot he was compared.

The skies were clear, a light breeze being the only concern over the horizon. There was already a lot of bustle within the hangar; the members of the base’s task force team were hard at work making sure their mustangs were ready for the big event of the day.

It was sometimes hard to keep the morale up in the air force, especially with how the war was shaping up overseas. It was a reality they would end up flying into sooner than later, and ensuring everyone was ready to do so to protect the nation was all the pilots thought of day in and out.

Except for one day each year.

“She’s ready to fly, don’t you think?” Dowoon announced, slapping a hand onto the side of the wing, tapping at it with an energetic tune from last night. Brian grinned as he nodded.

“You better take that Crazy Horse down a peg or two. It’s not the only Trick Pony in the skies now.”

The youngest member of the team chuckled, glancing at the name on the nose of his plane before ducking under the wing to continue with final checks.

The night had ended with all the men laughing together, the drinks had been good and the company even better. Although the friendly competition always brought out the worse in them, they knew it had its time and place and after announcing Jae still didn’t have what it took to dance his way into any finals but was the best with a guitar, they had called it even for each team.

“What are you going to do though?” Mark asked Sungjin before they parted ways, smiling a little too much to sound truly concerned. “Mayday-Six is a five team squadron now. Airforce-Seven has two members up on you, Park. Gonna make two men run twice? I don’t know, I just feel sorry for you having to work harder.”

“Harder? You do know that anyone of the cadets here could take out BamBam without trying too hard? Maybe I’ll take one on for the day.”

“Y/N could probably fly better than he could,” Wonpil bravely bolstered, getting an elbow in his side from his girlfriend Sarah before her friend could react.

Jinyoung smirked, nodding along with this thought. “I wouldn’t mind seeing this actually.”

“Hey! I take offence to that!” BamBam told his fellow member, who merely laughed in satisfaction.

“You’d be worried then, Jinyoung,” you told him, fixing the collar of his shirt before smiling at your best friend. “I might get too excited and want to take you on next.”

Brian couldn’t help but grin as he replayed the way the man had stopped smiling, his ears filling with the laughter from last night’s memory.

And soon with your voice this morning too. “Ready for today, pilots?!”

“There will be no maydays called through either, we’re keeping this safe. That name of yours always makes me so uneasy,” Sarah stated as she handed out muffins to those who wanted something to eat. Brian took the freshly brewed coffee from your hand and smiled.

“You know me too well.”

“I figured you’d be too busy making sure the planes are ready without putting enough fuel into yourself.”

“Now I’ll be more than ready to fly.”

“Can’t you fly in your sleep?” Becky wondered as she passed by, attempting to climb up to Jae in the cockpit. She soon gave up and instructed him to get down.

“Only thirty minutes until the first race begins, right?” Emily asked and Sungjin nodded frantically, kissing her on the cheek before darting over to the second plane in the hangar and checking it over. “Don’t be nervous, it’s just a friendly match between base camps.”

“Though you’re going to make Yugyeom suffer for laughing at us, Jae.”

“Yes ma’am. Last night it got personal. Time to make sure he regrets flying against me and my beast.”

Becky rolled her eyes. “You say the most foolish of things; I don’t know why I love you.”

“But you do.”

“Guys, can you stop making me feel lonely? Take the lovey-dovey stuff out of the hangar already,” Dowoon whined, his tone thick with jealousy.

“Brian’s single too,” Wonpil pointed out with a chuckle and he glanced over at his youngest friend. “You don’t hear him complaining like you always are.”

“I need you to do me a favour,” you said as the other ladies went to leave to take their place along the sidelines, calling for you to follow them out. Glancing after them, you then smiled up at Brian.

“What is it?”

“Beat Park Jinyoung for me.”

He grinned. “After last night, I was intending on it.”

“If you beat anyone else, I’ll just see you as being cocky.”

“Isn’t that how you view me anyway?”

You tried to hide your smile. “Do you best, soldier.”

Reaching up, you brushed your lips over his cheek, stunning him as his skin grew warm. You then rushed off, giggling with your friends and Brian almost doubled over when Sungjin slapped him on the shoulder. “Looks like he’s not so single now, Dowoon.”

“Snap to it, Kang. You heard Y/N, we need to beat them!” Wonpil added on, clicking his fingers in Brian’s face.

“Mayday-Six will not face the same fate as last year. We might be two down compared to their team, but we’ve got enough skill to prove that in this war, there’s a place for both elite forces.”

“Well, the more the merrier, isn’t that what Cap says?” Jae announced with a cringe, and the four others all groaned and pushed him away. “What? We’re training to go to war and the way people are falling out of the skies over there, they’ll want more pilots as good as us.”

“Today it’s a different kind of war,” Sungjin replied with a smile, pulling the team back into focus. “Let’s make ourselves proud, men!”

It didn’t start out as well as they hoped, both leaders of each team going against one other. The race was a game of speed, both in who could get up faster than the other and then who could make it around the set track the fastest. Sungjin had been just behind Jaebum in each part, the disappointment evident on his face when he leapt out of his plane.

Jae, however, had been easily able to take on Mark, running across the turf to where Becky stood after winning and picking her up victoriously. Dowoon managed to just inch ahead of Jackson at the last second, boosting the team’s excitement and putting further pressure on Brian when he rolled his plane up to the starting line next to Jinyoung’s. They were easy well-matched, both pilots extremely good at what they did. It was the type of race Brian wanted most, knowing when he went up against BamBam next that it would be like taking candy from a baby.

But with Jinyoung, Brian could be as confident as he wanted to be. Still, it would come down to the flight itself.

“May the best pilot win, Kang,” he heard radioed through and he looked over at Jinyoung, nodding once. “I’m going to ask Y/N to date me if I win today.”

“Don’t you know she’s already a taken woman?” Brian replied, and Jinyoung laughed happily. “She doesn’t do long-distance well either.”

“You better not get caught up away in this war coming our way for too long then. I might just take her from you.”

“Unlike you, Park, I’m not going to treat her as something I can win. But you sure as hell are going to lose right here today.”

The signal to go went off and he pushed down the throttle, steering with his joystick as the war-machine bounced with the sudden energy asked of it. Brian cursed when he left the land barely a second behind Jinyoung, though he easily gained enough air to soon be side by side. He could see Jinyoung wasn’t thrilled to have no head start, the pilots both flying around the first quarter mark at the same time. There they stayed around the aerodrome, whizzing by the second and third markers easily. It wasn’t intentionally a dirty race, yet Jinyoung clipped in too close taking the final corner, giving Brian not a lot of room to safely turn.

So he did what best he could given the situation, rolling his plane under his competitor before speeding off again, taking the lead just enough to cross the finishing line first.

“Are you okay, Kang?” Jinyoung radioed through and they slowed their planes down enough for landing and Brian laughed.

“I expected you to be a sore loser.”

“Not at the expense of you crashing. I thought I had lost you then.”

“Well, it was a close one. Glad to see you and I still match well enough.”

“Don’t you go getting yourself in trouble when I’m not around then. We can play games like this all we want, but its people like you I want to fight alongside.”

They landed and Brian got the all clear to hop out, going over to his competitor’s plane and holding out his hand. Jinyoung shook it firmly.

“Just a word between you and I, Y/N turned me down last night when we danced. Something about loving some cocky best friend of hers. I’m assuming this kind of information might be of use to you.”

Brian grinned, slapping Jinyoung on his back as they walked off. “I think I owe you a drink later!”

Still, they had several rounds left to go and despite it all, it came down to Jackson and Dowoon competing with how well they could perform tricks up in the air. Even though Brian wanted his team to win, with a biased crowd, Jackson didn’t really stand a chance.

And he was adamant about it once back on the ground. “Him?! Did you not see that last barrel roll I performed?!”

Sungjin chuckled and slapped the whining pilot on his back gently. “Come on mate, I’ll get you a meal.”

Brian hadn’t seen you after the friendly match had ended, searching around the crowd for your face over dinner. After asking of you to your three friends, he headed out the back of the base towards the lake, hoping he’d find you here.

“One more move and I’ll shoot!”

He turned to find you sitting in the broken fortress cockpit, smiling at him brightly. Brian ignored your warning, jogging over to the other side and hoisted himself up onto the wing into the cockpit. He then looked at you with amusement. “Aren’t we a bit too old to be playing up in this?”

“You’re the one who just climbed in. I was fine in here by myself.”

“Oh, so I’m the one who has to go?” he teased though your smile faded; now chewing on your bottom lip in thought. Brian sighed. “I do have to go.”

“I know.”

“It’s not any time yet though,” he attempted and you scoffed.

“You don’t know that, this war is getting dangerous so the reports say.”

“Isn’t all war dangerous?”

“You’re not easing my worries any,” you pointed out, turning away from him.

Brian remained silent for a minute or two, the guilt he felt over leaving you whilst he protected the nation had been on his mind for longer than just now. The last training camp had only intensified his understanding of what would be expected of him as an elite pilot. It wasn’t something he could just promise to come back fine from.

He wasn’t confident enough to ease that part of your worries even if he had tried light-heartedly a couple of times.

“You’ll write to me every week.”

“I’ll do it every day,” he offered and you looked over your shoulder, giggling some. “What? I’ll do it.”

“You hate writing.”

“I hate it more when you’re sad.”

“I’m not ready for what is to come of all of this, but I am certainly proud of what you’ve done so far,” you admitted and Brian smiled.

“Like beating Jinyoung today?”

“That was a given, I knew you would.”

“Is that so?”

“I gave you a kiss of good luck, how could you fail with that?!”

Brian chuckled, leaning closer to you. “I think you missed the target entirely, Y/N.”

“Huh?”

Reaching out for the joystick beside you, he placed your hand under his, guiding your thumb to the trigger right as he lowered his mouth onto yours. He felt your hand tighten against the stick as the kiss deepened, and he smiled, shifting his free hand up into your hair. Right as the embrace started growing breathless, the plane you sat within let out an unexpected bang, both of you leaping apart and letting go of the controls altogether.

“What the hell was that?!” he breathed and you pushed on him to get out, in which he did, leaping down onto the wing before turning around to help you out. Once on the ground, you both laughed before joining together to finish the kiss where you had left it off.

“Here they are!”

“Aw man, I am the last one after all.”

“Enough private celebrations you two, we’re champions and we need to make sure everyone in Airforce-Seven remembers that until next year!”

“Are we really joining them?” Brian murmured, uncaring of their jeers and you nodded, slipping your hand into his.

“We better put in our best effort,” you replied, and Brian laughed, pulling you along as you both rushed to catch up with your team.

The future was undecided and even if Brian wasn’t so sure what he was going to do when he was away from you, at least he knew he’d give it his all.

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got7 as classic fanfic tropes

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a/n: uhhhh i started thinking of classic fanfic tropes and this happened oops! they are short and sweet, but if you want more of one of them hmu and i might write it? enjoy xx

mark - neighbor!au

the shy quiet next door neighbor. your parents are good friends which means occasionally you see each other at dinners. despite his friends being extremely crazy, he always offers you kind smiles in the hallways at school. you always wonder what’s on his mind, until one day his friends loudly tease him about a crush he won’t ask out. you look across the hallway to see your neighbor blushing. 

“just ask her out already! come on, man, what’s it gonna hurt?” one of his friends, jackson, asks.

as you watch the situation unfold, you see mark glance over at you. his eyes turn wide when he sees you already looking at him, causing him to look down and blush even harder. you didn’t realize that was possible.

you turn around to continue putting your books in your locker, as you continued to hear his friends hype him up. you rolled your eyes at their childish behavior. 

the warning bell was ringing, prompting you to shut your locker, only to find mark walking up to you. 

your eyes widen as his flustered expression. he speaks up, “y/n, could i talk to you for a sec?”

jaebum - gang leader!au

super mysterious. you always saw him come into the coffee shop, order a double shot expresso drink, before leaving asap. you always wondered what he was up to considering it was well into your afternoon study sessions when he would show up. who needs that much coffee in the evening?

one day you decided to pack up early, realizing you really needed to head home to cook instead of picking up fast food again. as you’re leaving, the man that always picks up the coffee labeled “JB” heads out the door too. he holds the door for you, sending you a small smile to your surprise. 

you mutter a thanks before he gets into the suspicious black vehicle, not realizing a shady figure across the street was watching the entire interaction. 

you don’t notice the figure following you home until you get to your building, about to unlock the door, when you hear a gunshot behind you. you whip around to see JB standing with a gun in his hand as the shady figure flees, clutching his arm. 

“are you okay?” he asks, coming up to you. 

you stand frozen, eyes wide with terror at what just happened. 

“look, he was following you, he probably thought you were my girlfriend or something since we left at the same time.” he huffs in frustration, “huh, i never ask the pretty girl for her number in order to protect her and yet she still ends up getting shot at.”

a million things are running through your head. pretty girl? number? shot at?

“i’m sorry i put you in danger. i’m also sorry i haven’t talked to you before this,” he says, “i’m caught up with the local mafia and even though i noticed you looking at me in the cafe, i never made a move because i didn’t want you to get caught up in all this.” 

he smiles down at you, “but considering this happened anyways, i might as well ask you to dinner. are you free tonight?”

jackson - college athlete!au

definitely super popular. not because of his sport tho, he fences. he’s just really sociable, at parties all the time, etc. he honestly keeps the fact that he’s a fencer on the down low, not cause its embarrassing or anything but just because he doesn’t like explaining it. he takes it super seriously, and doesn’t like people questioning it.

too bad for him, your sibling happened to love fencing. you were dragged along as they followed the championships and everything. safe to say, you know who jackson wang is. 

you recently transferred to a new university, and your roommates were dragging you out to a party to celebrate the first week of school. you were expecting the classic characteristics of a frat party, but what you weren’t expecting was to see the Junior Asia Fencing Champion offering you your third beer of the night.

“you’re jackson wang,” you tell him, as he continues tossing beer cans to newcomers.

“hell yeah i am,” he grins at you, “but you don’t look familiar. i’m good at remembering faces, where do i know you from?”

“oh, we haven’t met,” you tell him, “i just recognized you because you fence,”

he pauses what he’s doing, whipping around to stare you down, trying to get a read on you.

“you… follow fencing?” he questions.

you shake your head, a warm buzz finally beginning to take over your senses from the alcohol. “no, but my sibling follows it religiously. i just happen to accompany them occasionally, you know, just go along for the ride.”

he throws you a smile, and you start to see why he seems to be so popular. 

“hmm,” he says, leading you through some of the crowd to a less densely packed area of the frat house, “then would you be interested in accompanying me somewhere sometime?”

“like on a date?”

“why not? we could get coffee after my practice tomorrow evening?”

you nod, suddenly feeling shy as you realize what you are getting yourself into.

he throws you another grin as he clinks your beers together, “it’s a date.”

jinyoung - royal!au

honestly a pretty chill royal, he’s a kind prince; he’s just a big spoiled, but who wouldn’t be?

it’s no surprise that he would get irritated with the airline staff when his flight gets cancelled in the middle of the night. he just wants to go home. 

it’s no surprise when you see him talking to the airline worker with an exasperated expression, and it’s no surprise when you hear him in a raised voice say, “but i’m a prince!”

ah, yes. the royalty card. you were familiar. 

it doesn’t take but a heartbeat for you to walk over, and politely tell the man that he needs to “chill.”

“chill? chill? i don’t have time for chill, i’m a prince!” he stares at you for a moment, “i’m sorry but i can’t possibly see how a simple stranger like you would understand.” 

“oh, i understand perfectly fine.” you say with a level head, “i am the most understanding when coming across other royals who like to use it to their advantage. but just because i understand them does not mean i will allow myself to do such things.”

he gives you a confused look. “are you… royal?” he asks incredulously. 

you nod, rolling your eyes, “come on, you can hitch a ride with me, i’m headed past your country anyways.” 

he sputters for a minute, as you start walking away. you turn to see he’s still frozen, not following you. 

“you want a ride or not? plane leaves soon, your highness,” you throw the name at him, smiling as he races to catch up. 

youngjae - office!au

doesn’t mind working in an office because he knows work isn���t his whole life. isn’t super friendly with everyone in the office but he does have a few good friends. they occasionally go out to lunch, coming back to the office a bit later than they should on a lunch break. 

he seems like SUCH a jim halpert to me. joking around but is also one of the only relatively sane ones in the office. that means you are pam, sorry i don’t make the rules. 

so he goes out for these too-long lunches right? well from your spot at the secretary’s desk you clearly started to notice this. seeing as the boss was trying so hard to be youngjae’s friend, the issue was getting swept under the rug. you took it upon yourself one day to call out the lunch delinquent.

on his way back in with the boys, youngjae was laughing at a joke one of the others had made, when you asked to see him at the front desk. he looked at you with a grin still set upon his face.

“what’s up?” he asks casually, leaning a forearm on the top of the desk.

“what’s up is that you are your buddies are out on lunch for over an hour, multiple times a week.” you accuse.

“aw, are you feeling left out?” he teases. 

“no! i’m just annoyed that while you are out enjoying yourselves on company while i’m stuck here waiting until you idiots get back so i can take my own lunch.” you say.

“how about if i took you out for lunch one day next week? would that make up for my misbehavior? i promise we will be out for only an hour.” he grins, “i can’t let you get in trouble.”

he has such a shit-eating grin on his face, but its pretty on par with his generally aloof personality. you find yourself rolling your eyes at him before accepting.

“only if you’re paying.”

his smile doesn’t leave his face as he walks back to his desk.

bambam - frat boy!au

alcohol is water to this boy. yes, he’s a good student during the weekdays, but if it’s the weekend, bam is either drunk, hungover or thinking about getting drunk again. it’s just the college life, and you understand that very well.

which is why it doesn’t really surprise you when it’s the third weekend in a row having bam’s tongue down your throat. you only really party on fridays, so that you can recover saturday and then do homework on sunday. it’s not your fault you keep appearing at bam’s frat house. it’s got the best booze on campus.

you can’t really remember why you started making out with bambam that first time, but by the third time you definitely see the pattern. you both are pretty drunk, you wonder if he even knows he’s making out with his chem lab partner every weekend. 

this time is different though. he’s not being super rough, more just slow and sensual. you aren’t as drunk as last time, and you take notice when he pauses to let out a sad sigh.

you step a bit away, giving him space, squeezing his hands, “are you okay?”

he looks at you with dazed eyes, letting out another sigh, “no, i’m making out with you when i’d much rather be making out with my lab partner who doesn’t seem to know i exist.”

confusion settles over you for a minute, before you start giggling, “bam, how drunk are you?”

“enough to forget my pain,” he replies.

you let out a laugh before grasping his forearm, “come on, loser, you need to sober up and sleep.” you tell him, leading him up the stairs of the frat house, “you need to learn to handle your alcohol better.”

when you ask him which room is his, he gets all pouty and defensive, arguing that he doesn’t want to sleep with you. his arguments are slurred and lazy, as he leans into you for support.

“bam, i don’t want to sleep with you, i want you to sober up, come on!” 

you find his room based on the polaroid pictures of his cats you see near his door frame, and push him onto the bed. he lets out a yawn while you grab a glass of water from the bathroom. 

“drink this before you fall--” you start, before noticing he’s fast asleep already. you roll your eyes, setting the glass of water on his bedside table.

finding a notebook on his desk, you tear out a piece of paper to write a note:

hey dumbass,  you confessed you had the hots for your lab partner while you were making out with me, so like the good person i am, i tried to sober you up but you fell asleep. good job.  see you in class,  your lab partner

beneath the note, you scribbled down your number before placing it under the glass of water. he’d find it eventually.

yugyeom - dancer!au

an amazing dancer. like so good. he likes to brag about it loudly before school dances, in hopes that he will get a date.

he does not. 

not because his classmates don’t want him, but because they are all scared to dance next to him. he’s too good, that would be so embarrassing.

it was a miracle you even went to the dance tbh. winter formal wasn’t exactly on your list of things you must do before senior year is over, but alas, your friend wanted to come, and they had dragged you along for the ride.

so there you stand alone since your friend ditched you for some other people. you don’t mind really; you’re a clumsy person and dancing isn’t really your thing. you are content to just watch as everyone around you has the time of their lives.

you catch sight of yugyeom, a fellow senior, tearing up the dance floor. no one really compares to his insane talent. it’s quite interesting to watch him, and before you know it the song has ended and he’s caught you staring. oops.

he makes his way over to you. you aren’t necessarily friends with yugyeom. but you know of each other due to classes. 

“why did you come to the dance if you are just going to stand there all night?” he questions.

“i came for my friend,” you tell him, glancing over at her dancing with some underclassmen boys.

he nods in understanding, “well, you should at least dance for one song!” 

he goes to grab your hand but you quickly pull away, “i can’t.”

“you can’t?”

you shake your head, “i’m really clumsy.”

just as you say that, a slower song comes on, and yugyeom grabs for your hand again, leading you out to the dance floor, “come on, it’s just one song. and this one is slow, you just have to stand there and sway.”

he moves your arms to wrap around his neck, before he places his own hands gently on your waist. you both move around a little, swaying and turning, following yugyeom’s lead.

“this isn’t so bad, is it?” he asks, his voice low. 

“it’s not terrible,” you reply.

it’s actually quite nice, except for your heartbeat that’s about to burst out of your chest. 

the song comes to a close and you step away from him. 

“well, maybe we can do this again sometime. you know, like at prom.” he mentions, trying to read your face,

“it’s not even christmas yet, and you’re already thinking of prom?” 

he smiles, squeezing your hand before letting go, “never hurts to be on top of things, princess.” 

you smile as he drifts back into the crowd.

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JB from Got7 in a Pirate Prince AU pretty please! Genre: Romance/Drama ^^

So I totally missed the genre when I read the request, but thankfully the AU naturally leans towards that lol. You’re the only one who’s requested so far, so your drabble turned into more of a mini fic. Hope you enjoy!

At this hour, the docks are less crowded. Most of the usual inhabitants are back at home, out at sea, or mired in the taverns. Now, the only obstacles you have to worry about are the uneven cobblestones, puddles and the occasional drunk. For that, you are eternally grateful as you race back to your tavern, The Moon, with your precious bundle.

“What kind of idiot tavern-keeper runs out of wine at night?” you mutter to yourself, jumping over a puddle.

You hadn't even heard of the vintage Junho had sent you out for with a hurried demand and gold thrust into your hand. He was lucky you were friends with the tradesman's daughter, Jia. She had unlocked the door when you pounded on it minutes after the shop closed and let you in. Thankfully, she recognized the name of the wine and dug it from the cellar.

Why in the world Junho needed this wine so desperately, you had no idea. The tavern's own cellar had been full when you last checked it to get more rum for Chan's recently docked crew. He could have easily pulled a wine from there. Any sailor worth his salt knew you went to The Moon for good food and better alcohol to chase away the cold of the sea.

Turning the corner, you can see The Moon herself. Moonlight slants across her sign, a crescent moon high above unruly waves. As it always does, your heart warms at the sight of the light-filled windows and from within,, the faint tune of a sea shanty passed down through so many hands none knows where it came from.

Sure, the clientele could be rough, with its mix of merchant sailors, naval soldiers, and pirates alike rubbing elbows. But you can hold your own among them. You can throw a punch as hard as any man and drink just as much as one too. Plus, the drunk ones usually tipped incredibly generously.  One day, you'll have enough money saved up to open your own tavern to rival The Moon.

“One day,” you say softly to yourself. Slowing your run to a walk, you walk down the street.

A shadow melts from an alleyway and blocks your way. Back bent, the figure holds out a weather-worn hand. “Spare a penny, miss?”

“I'm sorry, sir. I don't have any money on me,” you reply, kicking yourself for leaving your purse on your bed. You move around the beggar. “But if you come to the back of the kitchen of The Moon just down there, I can get you some hot food if you'd like. Just ask for–”

Faster than you can react, the man straightens, grabs your arm, and slams you to the wall of the shop. Clapping a hand around your mouth, he growls, “I don't want food, damn you. You night wenches always have gold on you. I asked nicely, so now I'll just have to take it.”

You splutter and try to bite his hand, but his grip is too tight. When you try to kick him, he slams his body more fully against yours, your head smacking against the stone so your vision blurs. That doesn't stop the disgusted shiver that racks your limbs as your attacker's hands roam your body in search of money. Instead, he finds the wine in its sack and wrenches it from your grasp.

“What is this?” He holds it up to the streetlamp, trying to read its label.

A hand snatches it from him. “This is mine, as is the woman.”

You both turn your heads to stare at the interloper. Spotless black boots and trousers hug his legs and the street lamp's light catches the silver thread in a white shirt that flutters slightly in the night breeze. More silver winks at his ears, partially hidden as they are beneath shaggy ebony hair and the gray velvet hat on his head. If not for the circumstances, you would have very much admired his face, for it is more handsome than any prince's you've ever seen.

The foul-smelling man pressed against you recovers his wits first. “Yours? Says who? I found her first.” He tightens his hold on you, and you can't help the whimper of pain that escapes your covered mouth.

Something sparks in the other man's eyes, then dies as he shrugs nonchalantly. “If you want to do it that way, fine. I was trying to be civil, but you force my hand.” With the smoothness of a dancer, he pulls a pistol from his back and cocks it with his free hand.

You're suddenly dragged from the wall and held by the throat against your attacker. “This really your woman? You wouldn't shoot her then.”

You fight the urge to throw up as your heart pounds and your knees weaken with the lack of oxygen. You don't want to die tonight and now you just might. It's just a question of who will be your killer.

The handsome man winks at you. For a second, you have hope. Then a gunshot rings out.

You squeeze your eyes shut, prepared for death, but you feel nothing. Did he shoot you through the heart so you died instantly?

“Ha! You missed! You only had one shot!” The sound of your attacker's voice rudely brings you back to the present where you are very much alive.

“I did miss, but I did that on purpose,” he says with a smile. It's the cold smile of a cat who's caught his prey and is about to snap its neck. “Because he cannot miss.”

The unmistakable click of a pistol sounds behind you. The next second, you're on the ground, gasping for air. Footsteps run back towards the docks and the sea.

“Should I take care of him, your Highness?” a new man's voice asks.

“He tried to steal my wine, Jinyoung. You know the answer. Join us in the tavern once you're done.” Hands, much gentler than the pair before, grip your shoulders to help you sit upright. “Are you alright, miss?”

You're unsure if it's still your lack of air or just how impossibly good-looking the man is up close, but it takes more than a few minutes for you to find your words. “I'm fine, thank you, sir.”

“Jaebum is fine.” He lifts your chin with his thumb and forefinger, eyes searching over your face. “That may bruise later, but I think you'll be fine. He didn't hurt you anywhere else, did he?”

“No, he didn't. He might have if you hadn't come when you did.” You offer him a small, thankful smile, flattered when he gives you one in return.

Sweeping his hat from his head, he gives you the best bow he can for being already kneeling. “Rescuing beautiful, young ladies in distress is something I don't get to do a lot, so I can't let the opportunity pass when it happens. May I escort you to your destination?”

“No need, it's just there.” You point to The Moon's sign, trying not to let his compliment go to your head like strong rum. “I'm a barmaid there. But I will need that wine back, please, Jaebum.”

Jaebum shakes his head with a laugh. “I think I'll keep it as payment for my good deed. It is my favorite wine after all.”

“I thought you said you liked rescuing ladies in distress? Shouldn't you do it for free then?” You put your hands out to push yourself to your feet, but instead, Jaebum offers his hand. After a second's hesitation, you take it.

“What kind of pirate would I be then? Careful!” He catches you easily when your legs refuse to hold your weight. “Well, we can't have you continuing to sit on these cold flagstones. If you don't mind, my lady.”

With no other warning, his arm slides beneath your legs and you're suddenly airborne. Your hands instinctively goes to his chest, your fingers finding the slit of his neckline to meet both the warm skin and cool chain there. Bemused, you notice he's still firmly holding the bottle of wine.

“A pirate,” you remark as Jaebum carries you towards the tavern. “I should have known.”

“You have objections to my profession?”

“No. The wealthy who you rob have far too much money if you ask me, and in the end, all your money is gold.”

Jaebum laughs again, the sound as much music as the fiddle coming from within the tavern as you reach the door. “A woman after my own heart, though I do prefer silver.”

Somehow, he manages to open the tavern door without your help. To your surprise, silence sweeps through the large room like a winter-gale. All eyes are on you and Jaebum as he strides in and makes his way to the biggest table by the fire occupied by five men. They stand as Jaebum approaches.

“At ease, gentlemen,” he says, depositing you on one of the benches. “My lady, this is my crew. The best pirate crew you've ever and will ever seen.”

You notice now that despite the differences in their clothes, all of their shirts bear the same twin silver lines down the front as Jaebum's. Odd for pirates to wear uniforms, but you've seen stranger.

“Where's Jinyoung?” one of the men asks, glancing at you with questioning eyes. Behind him, the tavern slowly comes back to life, but many eyes continue to steal furitive glances at the table.

“He had to take care of a small rat problem, Youngjae. He'll be back soon.”

“And who is this?”

“My guest,” Jaebum says simply.

“I couldn't possibly,” you immediately reply, swinging your legs over the bench to get up. “I have a job to do.”

“A word of advice, my lady.” Another of Jaebum's men lays his hand on your shoulder, the weight not forceful, but its purpose undeniable. “When the Prince of Pirates himself requests your company, you comply.”

“The Prince of Pirates?” you repeat, looking at Jaebum again. Son of the Pirate King, the Dread Pirate Roberts?

He seems to read the unease in your face and gives you a reassuring smile that you're sure has charmed many other women before you. “You have nothing to fear from me, my lady. I can be the perfect gentleman when I want to be.”

“I –“ Your words stop in throat when he takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

“Tonight, you're my guest.” Those dangerous, intriguing cat eyes are back as he looks at you over your hand. “I insist.”

For the life of you, you can't find the will or desire to deny him.

[noona-clock]

First Impression

Genre: Museum!AU

Pairing: Youngjae (Got7) x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 

Youngjae paused, his right foot still lifted up in the air, in the middle of a step. His hands, which were clutching the straps of his backpack, squeezed a little bit tighter in anticipation. Had he just seen what he thought he’d seen?

He set his foot back down. He took a couple of steps backward. His gaze shifted to the large poster advertisement on the inside of the bus station.

Yep. He had just seen what he thought he’d seen.

A Renoir exhibit was coming to the local art museum. Pierre-Auguste Renoir, one of the leading painters in the ever popular, revolutionary Impressionist movement in the 19th century.

And Youngjae just so happened to be getting his Master’s Degree in Art History. And writing his thesis on Impressionism.

So now you understand why he had to stop walking and make sure he’d read the advertisement correctly. An exhibit like this could help write... twenty or more pages of his thesis! I mean, just the inspiration alone from seeing these paintings in real life! It was incredibly thrilling to think about...

He was such an art nerd, my god.

As he began walking again, his feet once more heading forward in the direction of his just slightly off-campus apartment, Youngjae slid his phone out of his back pocket and pulled up the art museum’s website. A grin pulled at his lips when he saw the Renoir painting front and center on the main page, the dates of the exhibit laid out in black, bold font underneath it. And underneath that, a red box with a link to buy tickets.

He was a poor graduate student - a poor graduate, art student, even - but he would shell out fifteen bucks to go see this exhibit. It would be more than worth it.

By the time he reached his apartment, he’d already purchased his tickets. The exhibit was starting in two days, and he would be visiting in three. After shrugging off his backpack and letting it slide to the floor in his small foyer, Youngjae shuffled over to his somewhat tattered, very worn secondhand couch. He plopped down with a soft sigh, swinging his legs up and resting his ankles on the armrest at the other end.

He’d visited the art museum before, of course, but it had been a long time since he’d been this excited to see an exhibit. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was relevant to his studies or because he just really did love Impressionist paintings; either way, the anticipation was already breathing down his neck, making his spine tingle and his hair stand up on end.

It sounded strange - it probably was strange - but Youngjae had the sort of eerie feeling that this exhibit would change things for him. It would give him that bit of motivation he needed to finish his thesis and make it through the rest of his last semester of grad school. He would graduate, find a job, be immersed in art, and pretty much reach his true Youngjae form.

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself, rolling his eyes at how utterly optimistic he was being. But he couldn’t help it. Positivity had always done wonders for him, so why stop now? Even if the exhibit turned out to be... just an exhibit, he would still enjoy himself.

Now he just had to wait three days. Three long, excruciating days.

When Youngjae had purchased his tickets for the exhibit, he’d selected the earliest available date and time, not even bothering to work around his schedule. His ticket ended up being right in the middle of his French class... but he was sure his professor would understand! Honestly, she would probably be jealous. He was going to see French paintings done by a French artist in the height of one of the most French artistic movements in history.

So... he didn’t really feel that bad.

But, on the off-chance she asked why he’d been absent, he would still probably say he’d been sick.

Just to be safe.

About a half hour before the time on his ticket, Youngjae boarded the city bus, his heart racing with excitement and his stomach a bundle of joyful nerves. He was ready to see the paintings and jot down whatever thoughts came into his head, whatever details he could observe, whatever emotions rose to the surface. So ready.

The bus engine rattled and vibrated underneath him as he sat on the hard, plastic seat. The trees from campus whizzed past the windows, slowly morphing into the buildings and bustling streets of the city as they neared the museum.

When the driver rolled to a stop in front of the sprawling, all-white building, its clean, modern architecture such a contrast to the messy, historical paintings now housed inside, Youngjae sprang from his seat and skipped down the aisle. Well, as much as the semi-crowded bus would allow, at least.

He shot the driver a wide, bright smile, lifting his hand in a wave and thanking him for his service. The cool, breezy air hit Youngjae’s face as he stepped off the bus, the feeling momentarily reminding him that Spring was just around the corner. But then the sight of the museum pulled him back to the present, and he hurried up to join the queue to get inside.

Once he’d scanned his ticket and grabbed a pamphlet about the temporary exhibit, he began to meander his way through the galleries. He was there to see the Renoir paintings, of course, but he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to see other works of art, too. The museum had something for everyone: sculptures, portraits, pieces of furniture, photography, tapestries. European art, American art, Folk art, African art, modern art - you name it, this museum probably had it.

Youngjae spent probably two hours in the permanent exhibits, studying as many pieces as he could. Even though they had nothing to do with his thesis, he just loved art. I mean... why else would he be getting a degree in Art History, right?

When he - finally - arrived at the Renoir exhibit, he quietly slid his backpack off one arm and reached inside to grab his notebook. He wanted to write down every little thing he could, not just for his thesis but also for his memory. The exhibit was only here for about three weeks, and there was no guarantee he would be able to come again. He wanted to, of course, but time and money were in short supply for a grad student.

The first painting on display was one of Youngjae’s favorites, Girls at the Piano. It was one of his later works, and the colors weren’t quite as vivid as his earlier paintings. Maybe that’s why he liked it so much; it was still very much Renoir, but it was also different. It stood out from the rest.

Youngjae bent his head over his notebook, scribbling down every thought in his mind right now. It didn’t matter if the thought didn’t make sense - he still wanted to record it, just in case.

After he’d seen about three paintings, something else caught his eye. His gaze shifted from his loopy, scrawling handwriting to the doorway of the gallery. He had no idea why he felt the need to look up in this particular direction, but when he did, he saw you.

He didn’t know it was you, of course. And you didn’t realize it was you.

But it was.

You were standing there, your posture upright but also relaxed, in a way. You were dressed more professionally than any of the tour guides, but you were still wearing a name tag, so you obviously worked here. You also weren’t talking to any of the museum patrons, but you did lean over and whisper something to a nearby security guard.

If Youngjae hadn’t noticed you, he probably wouldn’t have noticed you. It sounds dumb, but you were doing nothing to attract his attention. You were simply standing in the doorway to the gallery, observing and hardly making any noise. He had just so happened to look up in your direction and see you.

He tried to divert his attention back to the paintings since they were the real reason he’d come... but even as he wound his way through the maze of the gallery, he found his focus kept wandering from the artworks.

He kept thinking about you.

Who were you? What did you do? What did you think of Renoir? Were you as good-looking up close as you seemed from far away? 

It was strange, actually. Youngjae had never experienced something like this before. Even with the people he’d dated in the past, he’d never been quite this intrigued. Especially without even knowing anything about them. He’d only seen you for the first time about twenty minutes ago, and for goodness’ sake, he hadn’t even spoken to you. You didn’t even know he existed!

But his first impression of you was so remarkably powerful and compelling. You just seemed like a remarkably powerful and compelling person, just by standing there.

By the time Youngjae made his way through the whole exhibit, he’d decided he couldn’t let the fact he was busy and poor keep him from coming back here. The draw of the paintings and the pull of you, whoever you were, was much too strong.

He would be returning, even if he had to skip another French class to do it.

Part 2

[fairlywonderful]

GOT7 Fan-fic. Rec.

 So, since I’ve read like 80% of fics in the Got7 fandom, I though I’d do a fic rec, to help you (potential reader) and so that I finally can have a list of my favorite fics. These are not all the fics I’ve read, just the first ones that came to my mind. Also most of it consist of JJP, but I will add more pairings as I go! This list is not yet complete, I’m working on completing it, it just takes a lot of time to search for these fics. None of these fics are mine, all credits go to the amazing authors! The only things that are mine, are the little reviews after each fic! Good read! :)

M = Mature / Explicit W = Trigger Warning ♡ = fave

                                           !still under editing!

Jaebum / Jinyoung

* M - Anteroom by minhyukie

Summary: How do you act around your ex with your child in the other room? It’s been almost a year and a half, and Jinyoung has yet to figure it out.

Review: soooo goood!! It’s extremely angsty but its so worth it! The growth of the character is portrayed really well, the side characters are awesome and such an important part of everything, I loved it so much! Also kid!yugyeom is always a plus! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

*M - Jaebum’s Color Theory by pepijr

Summary: Jinyoung is a film studies professor trying to get promoted and Jaebum does his best to help.

Review: Alright, in this one Jaebum is the cutest but dumbest human being. Like he’s really dense but it’s so on point and it’s so lovable it’s unreal. Everything is perfect about this one.♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ 

*M - Meet The Parents by pepijr

Summary: Jinyoung loves Jaebum, and Jaebum loves him back, but a single note makes him question everything.

Review: It’s a continuation of Jaebum’s Color Theory, thank god the author has decided to bless us with more of this universe! It’s still ongoing but it’s just as good as the first one if not better! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

*M - The Park Family Recipe by pepijr

Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung meet after six years with a lot more baggage than they remember.

Review: Another single dad!Jinyoung au (well kinda, Hyunjin is his little brother but he takes care of him). Jinyoung has a lot of problems but orphan!Jaebum is ready to fight for the family he choose. 

*M - bdsm quiz by okjb

Summary: jjp take a bdsm quiz and come to some interesting self-discoveries

Review: this one is pure smut lol

*M - Nora’s Dairies by pepijr

Summary: In which Nora makes sure that Jinyoung and Jaebum meet in every life.

Review: ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

*M - Take All Of Me by fishcake

Summary: It has bothered Jaebum since the day he could comprehend it.

Review: We need more omega!Jaebum in our life. ♡♡

* M - bloom by subsequence

Summary: Jaebum may have learned to accept his role as future king, but accepting this new role — the thought makes him sick to his stomach.If he could have, Jaebum would have chosen any other way to present as an omega.(Or: Omegaverse Arranged Marriage AU featuring Princes!JJP and a cast of loudmouth extras.)

Review: So good???? Like this one is right up my ally, I just fucking love everything about this one. Seriously, do yourself a favor and read it. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - Playboy by comingbacktoyou

Summary: Jaebum's intentions are obvious. Jinyoung doesn't get the hint.

Review: HOLY HOLY OH MY. Jaebum is a producer who's desperate for dick, Jinyoung is a new artist acting all prude bUT JUST WAIT FOR IT. Cute Markson in the bg. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - The Tiger and the Duke by foxxing

Summary: Im Jaebum is the richest man in the country under forty, content to mess around and skirt the headlines as a cutthroat businessman and casual playboy. Park Jinyoung is a graduated English Literature major, content with (in Jackson's words) his boring life working at a restaurant and writing poetry. When their worlds collide over a spilled cup of coffee, Jinyoung learns there's a lot more to life than the secrets of his past and the safety of library books.

Review: This one is literally a JJP classic. Long af but sooo worth the read. The characters really just grow on you, even if they are dumb af sometimes :( also GREAT SMUT

* M - Wilder by Sugarbowl

Summary: Newly graduated, Jinyoung is determined to try new things. New parties, new boys, and when Mark asks for a favor, even volunteering as a counselor at summer camp. But new experiences can get complicated, and he quickly finds himself a little out of his depth.

Review: Another classic. I live for the sex scene in at the end. Jaebum is confused and doesn't know how to stand up for himself and Jinyoung is jealous af but also kind of insecure. But they make a great pair together :'). ALSO great smut (!), awesome Markson and cute af Yugbam plus a bunch of great Kpop cross overs (!!).

* M - Charade by Sugarbowl

Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung walk parallel paths in many ways, but Jaebum isn't interested in their intersection. Jaebum struggles to support his young son on his own, while everything seems to come easy for wealthy, charming Jinyoung. But when they're forced to partner for a project, Jaebum finds himself a bit more willing, and much more in need.

Review: Another great fic by Sugarbowl. It's still ongoing but this fic is so beautiful. Both Jaebum's and Jinyoung's feelings are portrayed extremely well and the way they come together is beautiful. Plus kid!Yugyeom is adorable. ♡♡

* M - Citation by KingJackson

Summary: When the one book he needs for an important term paper has to remain in the campus library, Jinyoung catches the eye of Jaebum, a library assistant.

Review: Another classic. Jinyoung is dumb af in this fic, I literally was on the verge of screaming while reading this. But luckily Jaebum is soft af, so everything works out in the end :DD Great smut is always a plus! ♡

* M - Flux by foxxing

Summary: Jinyoung doesn't love him back.

an AU where jaebum and jinyoung have been best friends for their entire lives, and where jaebum has always been irrevocably in love with him but somehow, jinyoung just doesn't seem to get it.

Review: Another fic that makes me scream. LIKE SERIOUSlY WTF. My heart ached so much during this fic :( But as always everything works out but man, this was an emotional ride for me. ♡

* M - Compas Calling by Sugarbowl

Summary: Prince Jinyoung is destined for a lifetime of luxury, until he's shoved in a trunk and accidentally abducted. Im Jaebum clawed his way out of poverty to captain a pirate ship and... not much else, actually. Jinyoung could be his first real treasure, if Jaebum could just figure out how holding someone for ransom actually works.

Review: BEST FUCKING FIC OF THE CENTURY DO YOU HEAR ME I'VE RE-READ THIS ONE SO MANY TIMES IT'S THE BEST OMG ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - A certain Romance by foxxing

Summary: By day, he's a top-rated babysitter. By weekends he's an x-rated escort. These things are generally kept separate, until the day his weekend regular gets his phone number by recommendation and calls for an emergency babysitter. The problem is that Jaebum doesn't know that Junior the escort is also Jinyoung the babysitter.

In which Jaebum and Jinyoung know each other in the biblical sense but maybe want to get to know each other, too.

Review: okay this fic is like really hot and kid!yugyeom is back at it with being adorable :')♡♡

* Unless by gotchick

Summary: jaebum had always been mark's best friend, while jinyoung was mark's kid brother. (high school au)

Review: Really cute au, the progress of growing up is portrayed well and realistically. (Spoiler! Honestly I live for the scene where JB throws a pillow on Jinyoung's surprise boner to save him :'DD )

* M - Wildcat by foxxing

Summary: No one really talks about it, but it's a well known secret that Jaebum’s real vice is racing cars. Dangerous and incredibly illegal, street racing is the one thing Jaebum is good at (besides being the nation’s first pain in the ass) and has never been caught for. How he does it, nobody knows: Jaebum's been caught for drugs, for stealing, for fighting, but it seems like the one thing the police can never pin him down for is the one thing he loves the most.

He represents everything that Jinyoung can't stand, and Jinyoung hates him.

Review: this is some A+++++ smut right here. ♡

* W - the grandfather paradox by symmetrophobic

Summary: Jaebum locks himself in a cyclic normalcy of work, home, life, and the two people he now loves most in the world- his husband Jinyoung and six-year-old son Yugyeom. So when a mysterious teenager shows up in his life and messes all that up, to say that he's just a little displeased by the change would be an understatement. But Jaebum soon discovers there's more to this quiet, truthful boy than meets the eye, and knows that he has just about four days to find out why.

Review: Amazing fic, but my heart hurts so bad :(((((((((

* M - Prove it by Got7hearts

Summary: For as long as he can remember Jaebum has always been there, protecting him and taking care of him like the big brother he never had so what happens when Jaebum is pronounced an alpha and Jinyoung an omega and the air between the two suddenly shifts.

Review: Great A/B/O fic and hot af smut!

* Of duchebags and pretty boys by schoetheisrealaf

Summary:  "Dear Dog Biscuit, Since you seem unable to understand the sign that clearly indicates that this parking space is to be exclusively used by the staff of this facility, I’ll kindly explain it to you again: Until you’re an employee of the state who works his ass off for society only to get shit wages and the worst working hours you CAN’T USE THIS PARKING LOT, SO FUCK OFF! Apart from that, have a nice day. PS.: I hope you don’t have sex for a year. :)"

OR

You steal my parking spot all the time and I was just heading out to leave a strongly worded note under your windshield wiper but oh no you're hot AU Starring Jinyoung the kindergarten teacher and Jaebum the (arrogant yet dorky) business man

Review: I JUST LOVE THIS FIC IT'S SO CUTE OK?!?♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - lagoon by gotchick

Summary: in elegant terms, jaebum is jinyoung's sponsor. in inelegant terms, he's jinyoung's sugar daddy.

* M - Walls of Glass by hakka is_shadow, katamari

Summary: The city's social structure is firm and unyielding--Alphas at the top, Betas in the middle, and Omegas as pliant, broken servants to the Alphas. When Im Jaebum, the heir of an old Alpha family suddenly finds his social position flipped, he's thrown into a world of intrigue, deceit, and as the very unwilling servant to an even more unwilling Park Jinyoung.

Review: OK SO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE BEST WRITTEN FIC IN THIS FANDOM. LIKE THE UNIVERSE IS SO WELL MADE AND THE PROGRESS OF JJP RELATIONSHIP MAKES MY HEART SWELL UP WITH LOVE ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* Come Soflty (to Me)  by Sugarbowl

Summary: Jinyoung is new in town, and Jaebum is trouble. 50's AU

* M - Spoor by maledict

Summary: It wasn’t odd, to present so late, but that wasn’t the problem.

Review: I don't like to read canon fics, but this one was a great one.

* an apple a day by moonlikeyou

Summary: Doctor Park Jinyoung, star of Seoul Medical Centre's paediatric department, is used to being treated by nothing less than starry-eyed adoration and respect. So, its no surprise that when Im Jaebum, a surgeon with maddeningly pretty twin moles, kicks him out of "his" operating room, Jinyoung gets a little mad.

Okay, maybe more than a little mad. But it's all Im Jaebum's fault anyway.

Review: DOCTOR!AU. CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* M - Taint Me by Got7hearts

Summary: Jinyoung is seventeen when he falls in love with Jaebum, who is eight years older than him.

Review: Jaebum with piercing. That's it. ♡♡

*M - This Christmas (I'll give you my heart) by schoetheisrealaf

Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung have a fight at the supermarket in the morning. Jaebum and Jinyoung find out they're arranged to be married in the evening. Jaebum and Jinyoung fall in love, but only in time.

OR

Shouting match over the last Christmas goose at the grocery store AU

Review: This is super cute. Best while listening to Confession. :'3

* M - Smoke and Mirrors by hakkais_shadow

Summary: This was not the birthday present that Im Jaebum was expecting...

Review: Mafia au and hot af smut... ♡♡

* M - I Don't Fucking Care (At All) by wonwoozi

Summary: “Your boyfriend’s hot when he plays.” Jackson mumbles to him as he slips an arm behind Jinyoung, hand finding purchase on the edge of the wooden bartop, his fingers gripping the ribbed edge.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Jinyoung replies instinctively and gives Jackson a routine jab to the ribs. “And that’s my line, by the way.” He adds as his eyes trail over to Mark, sat behind the drumkit with his face trained into a concentrated smirk, smashing every beat perfectly, hair positively dripping with sweat.

“Not my boyfriend either.”

* M - keep me warm by subsequence

Summary: The problem is that Jaebum...isn't a cat. At least, not entirely. God, sometimes Jinyoung wishes it were that easy, wishes he could just leave out a bowl of food and water and maybe get his laptop keyboard used as a napping spot when he was supposed to be working and have a simple owner-pet relationship.Instead, Jinyoung has a romantic entanglement bordering on codependency and the worst case of blue balls he’s ever had.And Mark had said that getting a cat hybrid would be good for his blood pressure. What a joke.

Review: Another amazing work from subsequence. Every time I read the part where Jaebum swats at Jinyoung’s dick, I just can't stop laughing. :’DD♡♡♡♡

*M - Human Nature by cutiepiemarkeu

Summary: Jaebum accidentally summons an incubus and his boyfriend Jinyoung walks in on the two of them almost getting their freak on. Arguments ensue and JJProject are stuck with an incubus they can’t get rid of - but how do they deal with his attractiveness and the overwhelming urge to have sex with him?

Review: This is a 3-some featuring Mark. But the smut is so good, honestly. Really worth the read. ♡♡♡♡♡

Mark / Jackson

* The Prince Who Never Laughed by seitsemannen

Summary: Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, lived a beautiful and kind prince named Mark, who after his mother's loss never laughed again. That was until he met the brightly smiling apprentice of a glassblower, Jackson Wang.

Review: Such a great and quality fic! Honestly, this was such a good read I can only recommend it! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* Twist by KingJackson

Summary: Mark knows Jinyoung. Jinyoung knows Jackson. Jackson hooks up with Jinyoung who also hooks up with Mark. Mark goes to hook up with Jinyoung and ends up also sleeping with Jackson. Jackson sometimes hooks up with Jaebum, but that isn’t important right now.

And they say romance is dead.

Review: All right so this fic is one hell of a mess, but a mess sent straight from heaven! The main pairing is Markson and Markjin (it's complicated) but there's end game Markson and JJP, plus Jackson is an angel sent from heaven in this one! Don't let the pairing discourage from reading this gem! ♡

* Private Show by Got7hearts

Summary: Mark likes to put on a show and Jackson loves to watch until he's been caught.

Review: A+ smut.

* M - lapis lazuli by gotchick

Summary: in which mark is a businessman and jackson is a fencer.

Review: great fic with rich kinda arrogant but kinda insecure mark plus lots of smut!

* M - Playhouse by seitsemannen

Summary: All sorts of rumours surround the handsome Wang heir and the good-looking servants of his household, but no one seemed to know for sure, as no matter the price, the members were not willing to give the secrets of their Master up.

Mark doesn't care for celebrities or rumours, except the one that says the Wang household pays several times more than the usual servant's salary, so when there's a job opening at the House, he goes for it. In the days and weeks spent at the House, Mark gets to know the members and finds out what of the ludicrous rumours were true and what weren’t. What he did not know to expect, however, is how good friends he would become with the other members of the House, and what’s worse, that he would fall in love with Jackson Wang.

Review: THE BEST. Multiple pairing but mostly Markson. Still ongoing but sooooo worth the read. also, long af. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

* never felt clean, your timing was perfect by jflawless

Summary: i. jackson is five years old when he’s convinced he’s discovered the secret to love. it’s not much of a secret, he thinks, watching his parents exchange blatant “i love you”s only to quietly prove it later in subtle actions.

you like someone. you’re nice to them. they like you too. it’s the simplest thing he’ll ever do, he thinks, falling in love. a lot easier than tying his shoes or adding double digits or reading without his mom there to pronounce the really long words.

Jaebum / Jackson

* Just Smile Again by riots

Summary: Jackson's been lowkey nursing this crush for years, but he never meant for Jaebum to ever find out. Mark and Jinyoung have other ideas. Also, they're terrible friends.

* Face by jibootyjimin

Summary: @defsoul has started following @jiaerwang

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(or an Instagram au in which famous Chinese rapper Jackson Wang acts like a complete fanboy over idol singer Im Jaebum)

Review: ♡♡

*Secret Little Rendezvous by seikou

Summary: "It's all fun and games until your favorite idol notices you."

(or: Im Jaebum is an Idol and Jackson Wang is a Fanboy.)

Review: ♡♡

* Fluffy Tales by wildandsexy

Summary: Jackson Wang’s Definitive List of Things Im Jaebum, Roommate, Cat Hybrid and Grump Extraordinaire Does and Does Not Like:

DOES LIKE: • Hoodies • The one table on the library’s second floor by the big window (direct sunlight all morning) (it’s basically heaven on Earth) • Nap time (usually at 11am) (and 12pm) (and 1pm) (and 2pm) (and 3pm)…

DOES NOT LIKE: • Waking up • Being awake in general • Not being asleep • Jackson Wang

Jackson Wang's new roommate doesn't even hate him. He 'nothings' him. And that's just something that Jackson can't live with.

Review: SO GOOD SO CUTE JAEBOM IS ADORABLE BUT GRUMPY AND JACKSON IS TRYING HIS BEST ♡♡♡♡♡♡

[ninesoftkids]

ship ur mutuals with skidz! bringing this ask meme back cause y not! friendship! woo! 💓❤️💓💖💗💕💞❣️💗❤️💞❣️

Aayyy, I love these asks! Unfortunately, Stray Kids only has nine members :( so I’ve finished the rest of my mutuals with other idols I think fit! I hope that’s ok lmao. Right. (It’s gonna be quite long so i’m going to insert the line thingy) Here we gooooo :D

·        Woojin – Andy. Thefirst person to fight your corner, but sometimes they lack belief inthemselves. An essential part of our family, just like Woojin. One of the mostcaring people I’ve met, but also definitely one of the most chaoticallyencouraging people ever. Don’t let them eat the trees. @haknveons

·        Minho – Roxi. Two bubblypeople with serious visuals! But don’t let their cuteness fool you – there’sdemons hidden beneath the angel exteriors. Just as Roxi loves to both hurt andheal us with gorgeous pictures of our faves, Minho loves to tease. The push-and-pullrelationship. Roxi the Angel, and Minho the Devil. But he cares deeply, andwould always listen to whatever worries you had. You can expect cute good nightmessages and missed Skype calls that are made up with a thousand nose kisseswhen you finally see each other. The Opposites Attract Couple @lxx-fxlix

·        Chan – Syd. Bluntand honest, forthright with their beliefs, I think Chan and her would have amazingphilosophical arguments that would end in cuddles and Disney on the sofa whilethey throw popcorn at each other. Chan could teach you Korean, and you canteach him your slang :D Also that height difference would be cute af. @hwarang-my-loves

·        Hyunjin – Mer. Twoanimal lovers with visuals to merder. 😉 You share the cutestgiggles and are always down for pillow forts and cuddle piles. Fancy dinnerwho? Give you two pizza and some fluffy dogs and you’re good to go. You’d takethe best pictures of each other and you’d be the Aesthetic Couple @softstan4softboys

·        Changbin – Liz. Edgelord?Bitch, where? Like Changbin, your aesthetic is the opposite of your personality.You’re both whole dorks who love fiercely and are genuinely amazing people. Plus,I just really like imagining Changbin doing aegyo for the last Cadbury’schocolate or something and you judging him so hard, but doing the exact samething thirty seconds later. Softies. Both of you. The Tsundere Couple @darkaegyo

·        Jisung – Hae. Two kidswith unbelievable and unending energy. Plus the visuals? God damn you’d look sogood together. Another Aesthetic Couple. Give the two of you energy drinks andyou’ll be bouncing off the walls. Expect midnight runs to your local supermarket,throwing grapes into each others mouths, cute holiday vlogs where Jisung triesto befriend a squirrel and you throw peanuts at him. @squirrelboiii

·        Felix – Csen. He’dlove to watch you draw in the park while he kicks a ball around with the boysand pretend he’s not trying to figure out who you’re drawing – he hopes that it’shim. Teaching each other to cuss in other languages. He’d roll his eyeswhenever you scream over Namjoon or a Stray Kids Comeback but secretly love howexcited you get about things you love. The sarcasm also runs strong in thisship. Cute selfies returned with a ‘I did it better’. 100% down to prank eachother. The Friends to Lovers Trope we all adore. @lee-minho

·        Seungmin – Esther.People can’t decide if you’re the most savage or the most soft couple to exist.You both put so much thought into what you do for others and you’re so treasuredby everyone who gets to call you a friend. Birthdays are always anticipatedbecause you try to outdo each other in what presents you get each other. You metat a theme park, both the odd person in a group and having to sit next to eachother on a ride. When the ride ends you leave the others to find some ice creamand drinks – and it isn’t your fault that you forgot you arrived with otherpeople. The Meet-Cute we all deserve. @goddamngyu

·        Jeongin – Charz. Thelittle sister we all wish we had. You and Jeongin would be the cutest ok. You’dcompete at baking and force the boys to choose which is better without themknowing whose is whose (you’d both try to bribe the boys beforehand) You’ddance long into the night, not watching the time and just laughing at eachother’s attempts at popular dances. You were probably introduced through mutualfriends at a bonfire, and spent the night arguing over who had the best randomfacts. The Must Protect Couple @strayedtoofar

And now my other mutuals! :D

·        Tayla – KimSeokjin, BTS. Both visuals and Jin would help raise your self-confidence levels byalways taking pictures of you looking cute and bragging to the boys about you. Absolutedorks, with ridiculous nicknames to match. You steal his shirts and he pretendsnot to notice because his jumpers give you sweater paws and it’s adorable. But thosesweater paws come in handy when he tells a particularly bad pun and one lookfrom Yoongi has you whapping one sleeve across his arm, despite laughing atleast as hard as Jimin. Couple Goals. @mindieu

·        Ash – Lee Jihoon, SVT. You’re another Opposites Attract Couple, but both of you makeme want to cuddle the shit out of you. Both completely adorable, you probablymet like one of your AU’s :p A penpal thing that your friends mischievouslysigned you up for and it grew from there. You’ll send him Kpop memes and thoughhe won’t understand many of them, the second he sees his face he’ll be like ‘hey!It’s me!’ He hates aegyo but he’ll do it to make you smile, even at the expenseof his dignity in front of the other members. The Pen Pal trope that I am anabsolute sucker for. @lovelyhoonie

·        Stacia – KimTaehyung, BTS. Infectious laughter would follow you everywhere you went, and you’dalways be touching each other in some way – holding hands, an arm wrappedaround your waist, you name it. Also secretly evil – together with Jungkook,you prank the shit out of the other members and no one ever links it back toyou. And why would they? Both of you have Angel faces. The Trouble Maker Couple @softtrasshh

·        Jazz – Taeyong, NCT. Istill don’t know a lot about NCT, but I think your personalities would match sowell! Both fun loving and so caring and ready to give advice if people need it.You’d bond over your protective instincts and probably spend lots of time atsmall parties with close friends, laughing over good memories. @always-a-winwin

·        Ty – Jeongyeon,Twice. Neither of you could look like a mess if you tried. Goddess-tiervisuals, I swear. I also like to think that Jeongyeon sends really cutemessages to her members and always tries her best to make everyone feel better.And you’re literally the same, in that respect. You love angst so much, and youdon’t need a happy ending, so when she finishes a sad movie or novel, you’rethere to tease her back into laughter again. Neither of you are good for myheart and you fucking know it, you demons. Pet names between you range from ‘babygirl’ and ‘sweetheart’ to ‘nerd’ and ‘oi, you’. The Playful Relationship. @softspearb

·        Bri –  Kihyun, Monsta X. Outspoken about what youthink is right and wrong. Incredibly loyal and fun-loving. Always up for anadventure, and weekends will find you two trying to get lost in the city purelyfor the fun of it! The Adventurous Couple with so many stories to tell! @b-interest

·        K – Jennie, BlackPink.You seem kinda intimidating but you’re actual fluffballs. Always have eachothers backs, and spend your weekends at the park trying to get pictures of thecutest dog – loser has to buy ice cream. The Cute Couple @straychijeu

·        Roo – Jung Hoseok, BTS.You always try to see the best in people and in every situation. You’ve beenthrough difficult situations, but you smile your way through it with your headheld high and you always show concern for everyone else, sometimes forgettingthat you deserve to be cared for too!!!! @chanscurls

·        Tia – Jin Jin,Astro. Visuals for days and with smiles that make the sun jealous! I thinktogether you’d be the couple that always out and doing something. Trying a newrestaurant, racing each other down streets, going to karaoke rooms. Your IG isfull of, not necessarily aesthetic photos, but definitely short videos of JinJin doing something amusing and you laughing in the background, or you leaningon a fence pointing at ‘the view’ with a comment from him ‘you are the view’. TheCheesy Couple! @ ????

·        Flora – Youngjae,GOT7. Very affectionate and take the cutest selfies! If someone can’t find eitherof you, it’s because you’re hiding somewhere with ice cream and a movie. You loveteaching each other your own languages and laugh together over both yourattempts at the correct accents and pronunciation! @ ???

I cannot remember some of your URL’s so like…. can the rest of y’all link this to them bc i’m an awful human being lmao

[ugyeoms]

♡: contains fluff

 ღ: contains smut

 ☓: contains angst

Scenarios: Coming soon!

Texts:

Taeil comforting you when you’re insecure about dating him 

Fluffy late night texts

Scenarios:

Gliding Along ♡ -Boyfriend Johnny tries to teach his clumsy significant other to ice skate, but there ends up being a lot more hugging than skating.

Texts:

Everyday Boyfriend Texts 

Traveling with Johnny 

Cheating prank 

Surprising you for your birthday 

You steal boyfriend Johnny’s sweatshirt bc its comfy and smells like him, but it turns out to be Jaehyun’s 

Boyfriend Johnny is upset when your fandom doesn’t like him 

You’re singing along and bopping to We Young while you’re in the shower and Johnny texts you telling you that all the members are over and can hear you 

Lyric Prank with “Sexuality” by Taemin 

After first time texts with Johnny 

Poly relationship with Taeyong and Johnny 

Strangers to Lovers with Johnny 

College boyfriend texts with Johnny 

SM forcing you to break up with Johnny and leave Korea without telling him, but he finds out  

Boyfriend Johnny getting shocked when you post a picture that shows your back and you have a tattoo 

Scenarios:

Found ♡ -A simple game of hide and seek results in closeness, confessions, and a very fluffy Taeyong.

Stay -When the most infamous pirate of your time decides it’s time for a new crew member, you and your best friend are awakened into the life of a pirate by your love for the sea

Texts:

Bf Taeyong away on tour

Best friend Jaehyun pushes you to confess to Taeyong 

You and Taeyong are broken up and he wants you back 

Taeyong sends you the wrong text and you find out he’s cheating on you  

You tell Taeyong about your depression after one year of dating 

Boyfriend Taeyong finds out that you’re being bullied 

You’re texting Taeyong while hanging out with Mark Tuan, but he doesn’t realize that it’s not Mark Lee 

Sicheng Confessing to Taeyong

Poly relationship with Taeyong and Johnny 

You accidentally text Taeyong thinking it’s one of your friends for help on outfits

You decide to give Taeyong another chance after cheating on you 

Poly relationship with Jaeyong 

Poly relationship with Yutae 

Your ex crush and best friend Taeyong suggesting a poly relationship with you and your current boyfriend Ten

Mom groupchat with Bts Jin, Got7 Jinyoung, Monsta x Kihyun, and Nct Taeyong where they talk about controlling their bandmates

Scenarios:

Temptation Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ♡ ☓ ღ  -What you thought was a silly little crush on your brother’s best friend ends up turning into a whole lot more. And it’s all becuase of the irresistible Nakamoto Yuta.

Under the Mistletoe ♡ -The Nct members decide to throw a Christmas party, and who better to spend your time with than your crush Nakamoto Yuta. (Mistletoe Kiss!au)

Night ♡ -When an old family friend gets you to come to a street race, the racing is nothing compared to the intriguing boy behind the wheel. (Street racer!au)

Texts:

Boyfriend Yuta

Best friends Yuwin while Yuta likes you and is jealous of Winwin 

Best friend Taeyong convinces you to confess to winwin, and winwin likes you back, but yuta confesses too so you have to chose 

Yuta texts you the wrong thing and you find out he’s cheating on you  Poly relationship with Yuwin 

Boyfriend Yuta finds out you’re being bullied 

Boyfriend Yuta when he finds out that you accidentally sent a nude to Johnny 

You and Yuta like each other but you’re reluctant to date him because you’re younger 

Yuta confessing to Winwin

Yuwin texts where Yuta wants cuddles but Winwin is upset after losing a video game 

Brother Jaehyun finds out that you’re dating Yuta 

You confess thinking he doesn’t like you back because he always rejects your skinship but he ends up liking you back 

Brother Yuta getting over protective over you and boyfriend Jaemin 

Poly relationship with Yutae 

You’re dating Yuta but you’re in love with both him and your best friend Ten, so you text your other best friend Doyoung asking for advice 

Poly relationship with Yujae

Scenarios: Coming soon!

Texts: Coming soon!

Scenarios:  Coming soon!

Texts:

Nct 127 teasing you about liking Doyoung 

Doyoung as your brother’s best friend that likes you 

Lyric Prank on Doyoung with Whiplash 

Meme Fight with Doyoung

Boyfriend trying pick up lines on you 

You’re dating Yuta but you’re in love with both him and your best friend Ten, so you text your other best friend Doyoung asking for advice 

Boyfriend Doyoung wanting to take care of you when you’re sick

Scenarios:

The Boy With the Bright Smile ♡ -The boy with the bright smile and you just so happen to get paired together during a Chemistry lab. There also just so happens to be Homecoming at the end of the week.

Texts:

Nct U trying to get you to date Ten 

Boyfriend Ten texts 

You and Ten both like each other but you’re reluctant to date him because of your rough past with guys 

Boyfriend Ten when there are rumors of you dating another Nct member and he confronts you about it 

You’re dating Yuta but you’re in love with both him and your best friend Ten, so you text your other best friend Doyoung asking for advice 

Your ex crush and best friend Taeyong suggesting a poly relationship with you and your current boyfriend Ten 

Doyoung taking your phone and confessing to Ten as you because you and Ten like each other

Scenarios:

Fondness ♡ -Your girl group is set to do collab stage with Nct 127, and you have a bit of a crush on one of the members. What you don’t know, is that he is well aware of your little “crush” and just so happens to find you adorable.

Sincerely ♡ ☓ -Best friend!Jaehyun has been acting distant and making it almost impossible to hang out with him. When you finally get to see him, both of your true feelings are revealed.

The Perfect Person ♡ -A road trip to a log cabin with your boyfriend mixed with cookie baking and all of the festivities of Christmas means an extremely fluffy and enjoyable time.

Texts:

Strangers to lovers

Boyfriend Texts

Best friend Johnny setting you up with Jaehyun

Best friend Jaehyun acting cold towards you and then surprising you for your birthday and confessing 

The members tease you about liking Jaehyun 

Jealous Boyfriend Jaehyun 

Drunk Jaehyun texting you a few weeks after you’ve broken up saying he still loves you 

You secretly like Jaehyun but Mark tells him and you become awkward with Jaehyun after finding out that he knows 

Jaehyun after your first time 

Jaehyun is jealous of the fact that your best friend is there for you on your debut stage when he can’t be 

You secretly like Jaehyun but Mark tells him so you become awkward around him 

Jaehyun texting you all shy from the bathroom because he felt your boobs when you hugged him 

You find out that your boyfriend Jaehyun is the son of one of your teachers  Poly relationship with Jaeyong 

You and Jaehyun are in an open relationship but you don’t want it to be that way anymore 

Brother Jaehyun finds out that you’re dating Yuta 

Poly relationship with Yujae

Nct 127+Ten groupchat where Jaehyun misses you and you surprise him on tour

Scenarios:  Coming soon!

Texts:

Boyfriend Sicheng

Best friend Taeyong convinces you to confess to winwin, and winwin likes you back, but yuta confesses too so you have to chose 

Boyfriend Sicheng when you have to travel for work and can’t talk to him often 

You’re Nct’s stylist and Sicheng starts to fall in love with you 

You and Sicheng are secretly dating and Donghyuck finds out and tells everyone 

Poly relationship with Yuwin 

Sicheng Confessing to Taeyong 

Nct 127 trying to get you and Sicheng together

Scenarios: Coming soon!

Texts: Coming soon!

Scenarios: Coming soon!

Texts: Coming soon!

Scenarios:

I’ll Be There ♡ -Boyfriend Mark will always be there to comfort you during a rough time.

Merry ♡ -Christmas movie cuddles and kisses with your adorable boyfriend Mark Lee.

Texts:

Best friend Mark

Mark’s Birthday

When older brother Yuta finds out Mark has been secretly dating his younger sister

Nct 127 trying to get you to date your best friend Mark 

Fangirling to Mark over his Nct Dream comeback teaser 

You and Mark get into a fight and you leave, but he gets worried and apologizes 

Nct dream teasing you about liking Mark 

You and Mark like each other but you’re older and reluctant to date him, but he’s persistent and you agree 

Nct 127 Teasing Mark because his girlfriend is older by a few months 

Best friend Mark comforting you over a rough break up and then confessing 

You vent to Mark about your baby face 

Mark has a crush on you, but he thinks you’re dating Johnny 

Long distance relationship with Mark when he sends you a video of himself singing 

You and Mark like each other but Donghyuck tells him so you start to avoid him

Poly Relationship with Markhyuck 

Poly relationship with Markno 

Surprising boyfriend Mark at the airport after not seeing him for a year 

You and best friend like each other and all of his friends (127) know and try to convince him 

Jealous Mark  

Everyday boyfriend texts with Mark

Boyfriend Mark is jealous of you and your favorite idol 

You have a crush on Mark, and your best friend Donghyuck helps to get you two together 

Boyfriend Mark when he’s missing you 

Nct Dream groupchat where Mark gets exposed for liking you and confesses

Scenarios:  Coming soon!

Texts:

Fangirling to Renjun over his Nct Dream comeback teasers 

Boyfriend Renjun texts 

Renjun wakes up from a nightmare about you breaking up with him and you comfort him 

You’re Renjun’s classmate and you very shyly ask him to go eat chicken together 

Boyfriend Renjun and bestfriend Chenle when you’ve been acting distant bc you’re stressed from school 

Renjun likes you and is jealous of your best friend Jeno 

Boyfriend Renjun when he’s shy after you show skinship in front of the boys 

Scenarios: 

Beginnings ♡ -Your best friend Jeno surprises you the day before your big debut as a part of the new SM girl group. However, he ends up doing a little more than giving you some supporting words.

Adorn ♡ -Shopping for Christmas decorations for the Dreamies’ dorm with your boyfriend turns into a cute and fluffy day.

Texts:

Fangirling to Jeno over his Nct Dream comeback teasers 

Nct Dream trying to get you to date Jeno 

Boyfriend Jeno texts 

Jeno getting jealous of the dreamies and accidentally confessing 

Insecure/jealous younger boyfriend Jeno 

Brother Jaemin trying to set you up with Mark when you’re actually dating Jeno

Brother Jaehyun finding out you’re secretly dating Jeno 

Boyfriend Jeno when you’re stressed about school 

Brother Doyoung finds out that you’ve been secretly dating Jeno 

Lyric Prank on Jeno with Diamond by Exo 

Boyfriend Jeno when he finds out that you can play guitar

Donghyuck and Jeno both like you, but they find out you’re secretly dating Yukhei 

Poly relationship with Markno 

Poly relationship with Nohyuck 

Jealous boyfriend Jeno where he gets worried that you’re cheating on him with Jaemin (happy ending) 

Scenarios:

The Truth ♡ -Donghyuck invites his best friend Y/N over to hang out with him and the rest of Nct 127. Y/N and Donghyuck both have crushes on each other. They play truth or dare, causing some things to be revealed.

D(onghy)uck ♡ -Four year old Jae, also known as your little brother, strongly dislikes your boyfriend for stealing your attention all of the time and giving you “cooties”. You and Donghyuck come up with a plan to finally get Jae to accept him.

A Warm Moment ♡ -A snowy walk home and a mug of hot chocolate lead you and your boyfriend to the moment you’ve been waiting for. (First kiss!au)

Texts:

Nct 127 trying to convince you to date Donghyuck 

Best friend Donghyuck getting jealous of you spending time with Mark and confessing

Fangirling to Donghyuck over his Nct Dream Comeback teasers 

Donghyuck trying to act mature and cool so you fall for him 

You accidentally text his number and spoil a tv show for him 

Strangers to lovers 

Boyfriend Donghyuck  

You vent to boyfriend Donghyuck about having a baby face 

Donghyuck and Jeno both like you, but they find out you’re secretly dating Yukhei 

Fluffy boyfriend texts with Donghyuck when you think that you’re texting Mark 

Poly Relationship with Markhyuck 

Best friend texts with Donghyuck (ft reader’s crush on Jeno?) 

Poly relationship with Nohyuck 

Nct Dream groupchat where Donghyuck has a soft spot for you 

You and boyfriend Donghyuck being shy after your first kiss 

You have a crush on Mark, and your best friend Donghyuck helps to get you two together 

Best friend Donghyuck starts acting distant because he likes you, but then Mark convinces him to confess

Nct Dream groupchat where you’re freaking out over their new comeback

Scenarios: Coming soon!

Texts:

Texting Jaemin for his birthday 

Boyfriend Jaemin

Scenarios:

Gingerbread ♡ -When a gingerbread contest between you and your boyfriend turns into a little something more.

Texts:

Fangirling to Chenle over his Nct Dream Comeback Teasers 

You’re a rookie idol and you take the first step in getting to know him (ft Jisung)

You’re Jisung’s twin sister and Chenle likes you, but Jisung is overprotective 

Boyfriend Renjun and bestfriend Chenle when you’ve been acting distant bc you’re stressed from school 

Best friend Chenle

Scenarios:

The Small Things ♡ -Short girlfriend plus tall boyfriend equals happy Jisung.

Serene ♡ -After finally getting some alone time with your boyfriend to simply cuddle and catch up with one another, the dreamies come home and are unable to resist the cuteness.

Texts:

Fangirling to Jisung over his comeback teasers 

Best friend Jisung 

Boyfriend Jisung and his short girlfriend 

Boyfriend Jisung finds out that you’re good at math and asks you to help him 

Nct Dream groupchat where you’re only a few months younger than Jisung but they constantly tease you about it 

Brother Ten finding out that you’re dating Jisung 

You’re a rookie idol and you take the first step in getting to know him (ft Chenle)

Groupchat Format

Jaehyun cheats on you and the dreamies try to cheer you up

Nct Dream teasing you about being young even though you’re only a few years younger than Jisung

Nct 127 teasing Mark because his girlfriend is older by a few months

Groupchat with every nct member fighting over what to eat

Nct Dream groupchat where you’re only a few months younger than Jisung but they constantly tease you about it

Nct 127 when they think Winwin is “missing”

Dreamies are jealous when you start to hang out with your new friends

Nct 127+Ten when they find out your brother is Chanyeol from Exo

Nct when they find out you play drums/everyday Nct texts

When the dreamies find out that you’re only a few days younger than Mark and are shocked because of your baby face

Nct Dream groupchat where they find out you’re dating Sicheng (ft a fight over waffles and pancakes)

Nct 127 groupchat where they think you and Jaehyun are dating but they find out he’s actually your brother

Nct Dream groupchat where y/n is dating Renjun and Jisung is her very protective younger brother

Nct Dream groupchat where they’re trying to plan you a surprise party but they don’t realize you’re in the groupchat

Nct 127 groupchat where you and best friend like each other and all of his friends (127) know and try to convince him

Nct Dream groupchat where they find out you’re only a few days younger than Donghyuck and are shocked because of your baby face

Nct Dream groupchat where they’re protective over you because you’re dating Mark

Nct Dream groupchat where they think you’re younger than Jisung, but you’re actually a few months older than Chenle

Nct Dream groupchat where Donghyuck has a soft spot for you 

Nct Dream groupchat where they think you’re Mark’s age but you’re actually closer to Jisung’s

Nct Dream groupchat where Mark gets exposed for liking you and confesses

Nct Dream groupchat where you’re freaking out over their new comeback

Nct 127+Ten groupchat where Jaehyun misses you and you surprise him on tour 

Nct U (Boss members) groupchat where Lucas is bragging about being your favorite and then reveals you’re dating 

Nct Dream groupchat where they get overprotective when they find out you’re dating Ten 

Nct OT18 fighting over the best ship

All Members

Fics: Enmity: Character Introduction Main Member Endings:  Jaehyun Johnny  Nct 25 Days of Christmas Collab <– Masterlist 1) Jisung 2) Chenle 3) Renjun 4) Donghyuck 5) Jaemin 6) Jeno 7) Sicheng 8) Mark 9) Taeil 10) Johnny 11) Doyoung 12) Yuta 13) Taeyong 14) Jaehyun 15) Ten

Texts:

Exo memebers jealous of you and an Nct memeber 

Nct 127+Ten when you’re upset bc you can’t bc of tour

Nct Dream being all hype with you over Got7′s comeback

You and your Nct 127 boyfriend have a dog together and you send pictures of it while they’re away on tour and homesick 

You and Nct Dream when they each have an Auto correct fail 

Nct 127 trying to get you and Sicheng together

[nojam-secrettime]

Bad Guy [GOT7′s Mark]

Genre: fluff? (I think?).. also gangs!AU

Word Count: 1.1k

Admin: Rianne⭐️

It only took a second, less than a second, for your whole world to be turned upside down. You had been walking home from cram school and it had gotten late, the sun had already set and you knew you should've caught the bus.

But against your better judgment, you decided to walk home. The moon high in the sky as you stayed out on well-lit sidewalks avoiding darkened alleys and that one park close by your house.

You were nearly home when it happened, out of nowhere, some random creep jumped in front of you, wielding a knife, "Well, aren't you pretty?" He said, his eyes wide but a grin on his face as he licked his lips. You gritted your teeth as he swung the knife wildly towards your stomach.

"Come on, let's go." He said, gesturing at you to walk towards the dead end street with the broken street lamp. You looked down at the knife again before moving, for now he had the upper hand. You could do nothing against him, but you slid your hand into the pocket of your skirt and felt the small aerosol can of mace that you kept for times like these.

Your grip on it tightened as he led you closer towards the dumpster behind the tallest apartment building on that block. He kept the knife dull against your back and you could hear him sniffing your hair, which made your skin crawl.

"Stop, turn around." He instructed and you did so, the wall behind you and you took in your surroundings. You had to time it just right, when his guard was down you could spray him and make a run for it. You might not get very far, but anything was worth a shot.

He disgustingly licked his lips again, gesturing at your skirt, "Take it off, pretty thing." He said and you shook your head in defiance.

He glared at you, raising the knife to your neck, you felt the blade nick your skin slightly, drawing blood. "I won't ask you again." He said sternly.

"I would rather be dead." You replied back, but the moment he was about to put more pressure, he vanished from view. You turned to look and saw someone you didn't quite expect.

"What did I tell you about pulling this shit in my neighborhood, Tyrian?" He asked, kicking the knife away and it made a long clanging noise against the concrete.

He shook out his shoulders, his leather jacket smoothing out and he took another step at the man who cowered before him. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"N-Never in your neighborhood." Tyrian managed to say, crawling on his hands and knees, forehead to the ground in reverence. "I didn't mean to, Mark, I swear. She was just alone and I couldn't help it." He groveled.

You watched as Mark kicked him in the ribs and Tyrian tried to keep quiet, "You disgust me. Leave." He said sternly and Tyrian quickly got on his feet and ran off.

You moved off the wall when he turned on you, "And you, what's Miss Goody Two Shoes doing out on the streets so late?" He said, glaring at you.

You froze in place and he continued glaring at you, as you were unable to get your mouth to move. Your brain raced a million miles a minute, he never went to class, how had he even known who you were?

He sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration, "I thought all you did was go to school and go home, isn't that what Goody Two Shoes do?" He asked you again, this time when he looked at you, his expression softer, less angry.

"I finished cram school late." You said quietly, looking down at the ground, avoiding his gaze, all of a sudden you felt like a child that was being punished.

He scoffed and you looked up to see him shaking his head, "Of course you would go to cram school." He said, and you couldn't tell if that was meant to be an insult or not. But it also seemed like he was scolding himself for not realizing the obvious.

You watched as his expression changed to that of seriousness. "Don't ever walk home alone at night ever again, ______." He told you. "This time you were lucky, I happened to be around, but that won't always be the case." He said.

You immediately nodded, "Yes, Mark, of course." After all, who were you to argue with gang leader of your neighborhood?

"Promise me, _____." He said, looking in your eyes directly and you swore you felt your heart stop.

You nervously took a breath and nodded your head, "I promise." You said, watching him sigh in relief. He just nodded and smiled a little.

"Good, okay. Let's get you home then." Mark said, taking your hand and leading you out of that dead end street. He slowly walked in the direction of your house and you summoned the courage to ask the question that had been bothering you.

"How do you even know who I am?"

He looked at you and merely chuckled, "_____, top of my class, #1 student, aces all the tests and has never had a boyfriend in her life." He stated, as if your entire biography was that simple.

"You don't even go to class." You blurted out, unable to stop yourself. He stopped you in front of your house and you looked at your house and looked back at him, opening your mouth to speak again before he held his hand up.

"This is my neighborhood, _____. I protect everyone in it, so even if Mr. Park likes to make me out as a bad guy because I am a delinquent, I do run a gang and I do get into fights a lot, doesn't mean I don't know what's going on." Mark said, stopping all the questions in your mind in an instant.

You couldn't figure out what to say then, so you decided on, "Thank you for walking me home." You took out your keys from your backpack and he smiled again.

"Of course. Now, go home and get some sleep." He said, "Maybe I'll actually go to class tomorrow."

You nodded and marched right into your house where you were home alone. You sighed softly to yourself and put all your stuff down, reaching into your pocket to take out the mace.

You noticed a folded piece of paper as well, quickly opening it and you stood there in awe.

Here's my number, if you ever need it, just text me.

-Mark

Hi hi~ umm.. so tbh I’ve rewritten this like three times, all different types of Bad Boy!Mark, mostly because I was trying not to be super cliche and make him a gangster but I didn’t really like any of it so then I decided maybe I should just make him a gangster so here we are and yeah... I really hope you like it anon.. as always the inbox is open ^^ 

~Admin Rianne⭐️

[wingsofkpop]

Hiraeth - I.I: Stay

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, Angst, eventual Smut

warning(s): Mature languages, descriptions of death and murder, violence, graphic depictions of fighting, blood and gore, mentions of traumatic experiences, etc.

word count: 6k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?...

chapter directory

Once upon a time there was a lone seamstress who lived inside a little house in the woods. Few knew of her existence, and even fewer knew of her name, for outside the safety of the forest, the world and its inhabitants were cruel and corrupt. To relieve the weight of her loneliness, the seamstress sat on her roof every night to speak to the moon as it traveled across the black sky. She spoke to the moon about everything, from the rushing of the river current after a spell of rain to the plumpness of the round, ripe peaches that arrived in the summer, and when she ran out of elements of reality, she turned to ones of fantasy instead. She told the moon stories of massive dragons who breathed butterflies with wings of jewels instead of fire and planets where the seas were composed of golden honey and tall mountains of glass. 

The moon fell in love with the seamstress and her fairy tales, for she was just as keen for a companion. She loved the seamstress so much that one night per cycle, when the ocean tides were at their lowest, she would leave her nightly perch and join the seamstress on her roof. No one knew of the true nature of their relationship, whether they were friends, lovers, soulmates, but that did not matter, for the moon loved the seamstress, and the seamstress loved the moon in return. 

In order to show her love, the moon gifted the seamstress one of her brightest stars from the night sky. Upon consuming the star, the seamstress was blessed with abilities beyond imaginable: Gifts to heal creatures long past the point of decay. Talents in skill, wit and knowledge that surpassed the most brilliant scholars. And most notably, the miracle of eternal life. 

Outsiders soon caught word of the immortal seamstress who lived in the little house in the wood, and some sought to steal her and the moon’s power for their own gain. On a night when the moon was at its fullest, a band of malicious villagers stormed the seamstress’s home right on the very roof where she sat. The moon, unable to intervene, watched the villagers kill the one she loved. In a final attempt to best the attackers, the moon shattered the seamstress’s soul into pieces, which had become one with the star, and scattered them across the world. To this day, the ruins of the seamstress’s house still stands deep within the forests of time. On nights when the moon disappears from the night sky, some say that if one listens close enough, sobs and wails can be heard from the roof of the little home where the moon mourns her lost companion. 

Many have tried, but it is impossible to gather enough shards of the seamstress’s spirit to recreate the full power of the gifted star. It is said a piece of her soul resides inside all of us. Though in some, the magic is more prominent than others… 

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“—and then she started getting all defensive over it.” You hold back a sigh at Jihyo’s huff, not desiring to make your roommate and close friend aware that her over-the-phone rant is draining what little sanity remains within your mind. To be honest, you actually lost track of the conversation a couple blocks back, and have little clue over who she’s complaining about. Probably yet another one of Sana’s douchebag crushes “Like, I get you like him and all, but the dude’s literally an asshole. I mean, he’s stood her up how many goddamn times, and not to mention, the whole thing with Chaeyoung— 

“(Y/N)? Are you even listening?” You immediately snap from whatever headspace your consciousness slipped into at the change in Jihyo’s tone. Your hand raises to wipe the drowsiness of a twelve-plus-hour day from your eyes as you speak for the first time since you left the university: 

“Not really, honestly.” You finally release the breath in your lungs, “It’s… It’s been a long day.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jihyo scolds, “You know you’re free to hang up on me anytime I get too fired up. Or at least snap me out of it.” 

“I know,” You peer at both sides of the street before making your way across, pulling your jacket tighter around your body to fight the chilly, night air. “Like I said, it’s just been a long day.” 

“You can tell me all about it over some take-out, sound good?” 

“Sounds great. I haven’t eaten much today.” 

Jihyo’s grumble emerges over the line, earning an amused chuckle from your own chest. You can hear her yell something to most likely Sana, your other roommate, in the background before returning with yet another scold, “You’re in serious trouble now, (Y/N) (L/N). What have we said about skipping meals?” 

“I was busy today!” You protest, unable to hold back the smile that spreads along your lips at your friend’s mother-like nagging.

“That is no excuse!” A couple muffled sounds carry over the line, along with a hushed, inaudible conversation between Jihyo and another person. You cross another street and round the corner, preparing to cut through your usual shortcut to your apartment building, when Jihyo finally returns, “I hope you’re okay with Thai because apparently Sana’s going to die if she doesn’t get her Mango Sticky Rice...”

“I’m okay with that. You know my usual?” 

“Do you know who you’re talking to?”  

You chuckle, “Fair enough. I’ve got maybe another ten minutes until I’m home. Try not to let Sana eat all the food before I get there.” 

“No promises. See you soon, babe.” 

You hum a wordless farewell in response before lowering your phone from your ear to end the call. Without the buzz of the line and your friend’s voice to fill the silence, you finally notice how quiet and empty the streets seem. During the hours of the day, the town is usually packed with people meandering out and about in the bay’s usual nice weather. Without the sunshine, however, the nights can get rather cold, and by missing your bus, you’re experiencing that fact firsthand. 

You can feel goosebumps emerging across your skin underneath your clothing as you traverse further down the path, a flickering, lone streetlamp your only guide through the darkness. The alleyway in which you usually cut through gapes on your left, but before you enter the narrow passage, you pause to peer over your shoulder. While it wouldn’t be the first time your paranoia has emerged for little reason, considering your track record of life experiences, the sight of shadows and stillness does nothing to ease the eerie sensations creeping along the back of your neck. 

Passing the strange feeling off to the cold, you finally step into the pitch black of the alleyway, taking quicker and longer steps out of pure instinct. You pilfer through your bag, wanting to find your phone again to light your path, but as per usual, it seems to have dropped to the very bottom of the bag’s contents. A silent groan rumbles from your chest at the discovery that you’ll have to continue through the dark, or at least until you reach the opposite end of the alley. Hopefully there’s no rats or bats or—

Your entire body jumps at a loud clatter that sounds from behind. You quickly pivot on your heel to investigate the sudden noise, finding nothing but darkness, darkness and more darkness. 

“H-Hello?” Your call bounces between the brick walls of the alleyway, echoing back inside your ears. You swallow, with your throat as tight as your chest, and call again. The only sound that answers is the violent racing of your pulse and your shaky breaths. Clutching your bag closer to your chest, you begin to walk backwards while keeping your eyes trained toward the entrance you only moments before came through. The idea seems ideal, that is, until your foot catches a divot and your form collapses onto the pavement. 

It takes you a moment to recover from the fall, but you’re quick to grab one of the stiletto heels from your foot and arm yourself with as best a means of defense as you can manage. You carefully rise, shuddering as another clatter sounds from somewhere in the alley. Your eyes dart through the darkness, searching for a shadow that moves more than the rest. After maybe another minute of silence, with your makeshift weapon still in hand, you rush toward the exit of the passageway. 

A breath of relief leaves your lips as you enter a level of light where your hand is no longer a silhouette in front of your face. Using the lamp post as support, you reach down to grab the second heel from your other foot and toss it inside your bag while its twin remains prepped just in case. You can survive walking the last three minutes to your building barefoot. All else be damned. 

Just as you’re about to resume your walk home, something grabs the back of your scalp, and using the roots of your hair as assistance, yanks you back into the dark alleyway. You immediately fight back, swinging your arm as hard as you can to stab the assailant with your heel. Obviously taken off guard, the figure surrenders its hold on your hair and provides the opportunity for you to stab him again. It releases a blend of something between a groan and a growl, grabs your wrist and quite literally, launches you deeper into the darkness. 

Your body connects with a brick wall with a violent thud, stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs. You try to clamber to your hands and knees, but your right arm throbs and goes completely limp at the movement. You curse at the broken bone, but still manage to bring yourself to stand. No sooner are you on your feet, the figure, who you briefly forgot about, shoves and pins your back against the wall with a hand around your throat. 

“G-get off…!” You sputter, using your good arm to claw at its face. With speed and strength that’s mostly definitely not human, it keeps your flailing body pressed against the brick surface, yanks your arm out of the way and harshly tilts your head to the side. A loud scream sounds from your lips as binding pain erupts from your neck. Warm blood slips down your flesh like raindrops, staining the collar of your shirt crimson red. The pain is so fierce, it disorients your mind and numbs the remainder of your physical strength, leaving no room for you to fight back any longer. 

Your vision begins to grow blurry, partly from tears and partly from the painful fogginess exhausting your brain. For a moment, you wonder what will kill you first: The blood loss, the excruciating pain, or the knowledge that your life in itself is slowly slipping from your fingertips. 

You are going to die. The thought repeats itself like a broken record on repeat. You are going to die without seeing your students again. You are going to die without seeing Jihyo and Sana and all your friends again. You are going to die right here, in this dark alley, from a brutal monster that came straight out of hell. 

Just when you’re on the cusp between consciousness and unconsciousness, the figure is torn away, leaving your body to collapse to the ground. Muffled sounds of what seem to be barbaric snarls and roars spill into your ears, followed by the obvious snaps of breaking bones. Through the pitch black, you can almost make out a human-like silhouette approaching your grounded figure. 

The last thing you remember before you slip underneath the waves of exhaustion is the gentle touch of bloody hands and a soft murmur of your name. 

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Familiar faces mill about the confines of the graveyard, some as bystanders, whispering rumors behind yellow-taped borders, and some as pursuers, tiptoeing around the grounds as if one wrong step will shatter the tense atmosphere like glass. From his perch leaning against a nearby tree, Mark watches the coroner zip up the black body bag with a blank expression set across his features, contradicting the cloud of sorrow suffocating the means of his soul. Even with the corpse out of sight, he can remember her face—the still-rosy cheeks, the icy touch of fingertips, the unseeing eyes…  

The coroner rises to his feet, shaking his head before turning to speak to the town sheriff beside him. Mark continues to observe as both investigators engage in a brief conversation. As if sensing his gaze, they simultaneously turn to peer his way. Mark quickly turns his eyes elsewhere and abandons his post. He heads in the direction of the crypt, attempting to push the persistent, vulgar images out of mind. 

“Mark! Hang on!” His steps halt at the frenzied call of the sheriff, providing the opportunity for the older woman to approach. She offers him an apologetic smile and an affectionate pat on his forearm. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you anymore questions.” 

“Good. Don’t think I have anything much else to say.” The sheriff doesn’t reply to his weak attempt at humor, instead mapping out the very extent of his face. Trying his hardest to keep his features neutral, Mark stares right back at the female officer—the last thing he needs is to break down right then and there. 

After another moment of silence passes, the sheriff finally speaks, “How are you doing, Mark? Really?”  

“How do you think I’m doing, sheriff?” Mark releases a sigh, “One of my friends is dead.” 

“I know.” She also expels a deep breath, running a hand through her long, brunette tresses. Her grip stiffens just slightly, enough to be able to feel her skin trembling against his. “I wish I could say something to make it better, but I can’t believe it myself—” She chuckles scornfully, “Do you have any idea who—or what, would do this?” 

“We’re trying to figure that out.” Mark replies, “Some of us are… taking it pretty hard.” 

“Until then, you and everyone else have to be careful.” 

Mark shakes his head, “Sheriff—” 

“I mean it, Mark,” The sheriff squeezes his arm so tight that Mark wonders if it will bruise. “Whoever did this knew what they were doing, and they knew what she was. Promise me that you’ll keep on your toes?” Flashes of her lifeless body overtake the forefronts of his brain even before he can help it. He hates how his stomach twists at the memory of that foreboding symbol carved into his chest—right next to the confines from where her heart was torn.  

“I promise.” 

“Good.” A breath that Mark didn’t even know he was holding escapes his lungs as the sheriff removes her hand. “Let me know if you find anything. I’ll keep in touch.” 

“Thanks, sheriff.” The sheriff doesn’t say another word, only lays one final pat on Mark’s shoulder before taking off after a group of officers hauling the body bag into the back of a large van. Mark watches as she goes, unable to shake off the feeling of her quivering fingers until she’s out of sight. 

Ignoring the staff mopping the blood-stained gravel pathways, Mark resumes his journey up the steps and inside the tall, white-marbled mausoleum. To anyone on the outside, the structure just seems like a normal place to house a passed loved one, but to the specific few, it’s so much more. The coziness of the inside somewhat eases the anxiety flowing through his veins, welcoming the warmth the flames in the fireplace provide. He gazes around the one-room building, past towering bookshelves stuffed with ancient grimoires and cabinets lined with jared materials of all kinds, until his eyes settle on a second figure standing at the lectern placed in the center of the room, flipping through the yellowed pages of a ragged book. 

“Any luck?” Mark asks, making his way through the cluttered space beside his busy companion. Youngjae glances up from the tome that’s pretty much falling apart, and sullenly shakes his head. 

“Nothing. I tried to track her blood—” Youngjae gestures to a map on a nearby table, its surface decorated with spreading crimson lines and swirls, “—but it’s weird. The trail doesn’t go anywhere. It just…doesn’t stop.” 

“What about that mark? Anything on that?” 

“I’ve gone through everything we have on runes, symbolism, hieroglyphics, but there’s nothing that even remotely resembles what was on her chest.” Youngjae pauses, hesitant to speak the words on the tip of his tongue, but with a glance at Mark, he continues, “...It’s like whoever, or whatever killed her doesn’t exist, hyung. There’s literally nothing.”  

“Shit—” Mark curses, pinching the bridge of his nose with a huff, “There can’t just be nothing! There has to be something—!” 

Youngjae shakes his head, “I don’t know what to tell you…” The younger watches as Mark picks up his book. He flips through a few pages before slamming the cover shut with more force than necessary. A moment of silence aside from the sounds of their breathing passes until it is broken by Mark’s yell as he launches the text across the room, knocking over a collection of stacked artifacts. 

“Hyung—” 

“One of our people is dead, Youngjae!” Youngjae flinches at the elder’s harsh tone, watching helplessly as he shoves a pile of grimoires across the mausoleum floor. “And we have no fucking clue who killed her and why they did it! What if they come back, huh!? What if they come for you next!? Or Lia!? Or Jisung or—” Mark’s angered tangent falls quiet at the shrill call of a cell ringtone. Mark retracts his phone from his pocket, and with a composed sigh, answers the device and lifts it to his ear. 

Youngjae watches Mark’s face carefully as it shifts from annoyance to confusion to absolute anguish. He tries to inquire about the subject of the phone call, but Mark only lifts his finger in warning. After a couple cool replies, Mark mumbles a less-than-pleasant farewell and disconnects the line. One of his hands lift to push back the strands of his dark hair while the other frantically reaches for his jacket: 

“(Y/N)’s in the hospital. Fuck, I have to—” 

“Go, hyung.” Youngjae hums, “I’ll see if I can find anything else.” 

Mark’s composure softens. Guilt begins to flow through his veins as he recalls the harsh tone he previously directed at his younger companion. Guided by his emotions, Mark reaches forward to squeeze at Youngjae’s bicep, similar to the sheriff’s actions minutes before. He murmurs, “Thank you, Youngjae.” Youngjae only nods, bending down to begin clearing the remnants of Mark’s wrath as said figure heads out the door.

The forensic team is still cleaning the blood as Mark makes his way toward the exit of the graveyard. 

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The first color you see when you open your eyes is white, playing more into your assumptions that you’re currently in the beginning stage of the afterlife. As more and more of your consciousness and common sense return to your brain, the puzzle pieces of the strange situation slowly begin to slide into place. You’re not floating in a cloud at all—but in fact, laying on the most uncomfortable bed known to man. You groan, forcing yourself to sit up as to collect more clues to your surroundings. 

A soft murmur of your name and set of hands on your shoulders takes you completely off guard. Immediately, memories of your encounter with the violent creature invade your brain like water to dry soil. You flail your limbs wildly, attempting to defend yourself against the unknown figure with each kick and punch. 

“(Y/N), hey! Calm down!” The stranger seizes your wrists before you can knock his eye out, tugging your arms to rest on your lap. It’s painfully aware that his strength outmatches your own, so you make no other attempts to use force—also partly due to the gentle tone of his voice. You allow the stranger to guide your upper body back to lay down on the bed, using the  opportunity to peek at his face:

The man is despicably handsome to the point his features seem to be sculpted by the gods themselves. His face is long, with a jawline that is sharp enough to slice your finger if you were to reach up and touch the structure. You can’t tell which is more alluring, between his dark, almond-shaped eyes, or his full, rose lips. Then again, the jet black, fluffy hair atop his head is also a close third…or the milky canvas of his strong neck—

“...(Y/N)?” When the stranger speaks again, you notice a strange lilt to his voice, almost like an accent of some sorts. But like the figure himself, you can’t place where you’ve heard such a figment of speech.  “...Can you understand me?” 

“I’d hope so.” You murmur blankly, “What am I? A fucking alien?” 

The stranger’s lips curl in amusement at your retort. He pulls a lone chair closer to your bedside, not once breaking his gaze from your own. You ignore the strange shivers that crawl down your spine as he takes a seat, leaning forward to rest his forearms atop the edge of your mattress. Through the corner of your eye, you notice the multitude of wires connecting your arm to the machines stationed on the opposite end of the bed—so you’re not dead. What a relief. 

“You’re in the hospital—” 

“Figured that out already, pal.” You sigh, rolling your head back into the pillows and allowing your eyes to slip shut. The act does little to calm the storm occurring inside your mind, so frustratedly, you open them again and instead, peer at your unfamiliar companion with a raised eyebrow, “Pardon my French, but who the fuck are you and why are you here?” 

Before the stranger can settle the confusion bubbling through your entire body, a knock sounds from the door a few feet away. It slides open to reveal a woman in a white coat with a clipboard and pen in hand. With a sweet smile across her face, the doctor enters the room to approach your position on the bed. 

She outstretches a hand, “Hi, (Y/N). I’m Dr. Yoo Jeongyeon. I heard you had a pretty rough night.” Too lost inside bewilderment, you accept her formal greeting without saying a word. Dr. Yoo pays no mind to your silence, instead checking the machines at your bedside. “You should be glad Jinyoung found and brought you here.” She finishes recording the results of the pacemaker before requesting you to sit up for a moment. You do so, looking straight ahead as she checks your eyes. “You suffered a nasty concussion—”  She switches off the light, “—so how do you feel?” 

“I feel…” Your voice fades before you can give a complete answer. It’s not that it wasn’t an easy question—it’s the fact that right now, you feel great… The best you’ve felt in the past couple years as a matter of fact! But that doesn’t make any sense, especially with what you remember from the alleyway. There was blood… and you’re pretty sure your arm was broken too…

“It’s okay to be a little out of sorts. Especially after hitting your head and knocking yourself out.” Dr. Yoo assures, marking something down on her clipboard before nodding, “Everything looks great, but we’re going to keep you here for the rest of the night just as a precaution. You’re free to go home first thing in the morning.” 

“Wait, I swear I—” 

“Please let one of the nurses know if you need anything else. I’ll see you in the morning.” You watch as Dr. Yoo bids both you, and the man called Jinyoung, a brief goodnight and exits out the same door she came through only minutes ago, leaving your thoughts swirling with even more questions than before. 

You shake your head, “I didn’t fall though. I was attacked.” 

“Like she said, you hit your head pretty hard.” Jinyoung shrugs, “Your memory is probably a bit off.” 

“That’s not—no.” His face grows visibly surprised at the drop in your tone, but still retains his usual neutral aura. “I know what I saw.” 

Jinyoung releases a heavy, almost annoyed breath before climbing to his feet. More shivers attack your helpless body as he leans forward, diminishing the distance between the two of you until his nose is only centimeters from brushing your own. You can taste the mint of his breath as he speaks. Calm, collected, and slow: 

“You fell and hit your head. Nothing else happened.” Amongst his strange words, you can’t help but notice the rather unusual behavior of his eyes. The ring of his chocolate, brown irises disappears as his pupil grows three times its normal size before shrinking down to a nonexistent dot—you don’t like the familiar ghost of paranoia breathing down the back of your neck. 

“What the hell is wrong with your eyes?” 

For the first time, actual emotion lifts to Jinyoung’s face in the form of pure disorientation. He lurches backward, as if finally realizing how uncomfortably narrow the distance was between the two of you, and clears his throat. Although it’s probably a trick against the bright, alabaster background, you swear you saw his eyes once again flash to black. 

  “Nothing. It’s the lighting.” He manages to get over his confused state, or mask it beneath another layer of vacancy, before awkwardly gesturing to your cell phone on the bedside table. “I called your friend, Mark. He was the first contact on your list, so I just thought…” 

“That’s… really nice of you.” 

“He should be arriving soon…” Jinyoung, once again, stiffly points in the direction of the closed door. “I should wait outside to make sure he finds your room…” He hurries to the doorway, eager to be rid of the tension lingering between the two of your forms, and peers over his shoulder to nod, “I hope you have a goodnight, (Y/N).” 

“Jinyoung, wait—” You hurry to sit up, hoping to catch your mysterious savior before he disappears from the room. Thankfully, Jinyoung, with one foot out the door, pauses at your command. This time, he does not turn to meet your gaze—and you curse the longing that sparks in your gut because of it. 

“Thanks for… bringing me here, I guess.” Your cheeks burn as you say the words out loud, wondering if Jinyoung can hear the slight waver to your tone. You expect the stranger to nod his head, like before, and high tail out of your sight, but as always, Jinyoung does what you least expect: He turns around and delivers a tight-lipped, but surprisingly sweet smile. 

“You’re welcome.” His response makes your insides flutter, “I… I hope to see you again soon.” Jinyoung doesn’t give you the chance to return the conversation, and with one final glance, vanishes through the hospital doorway. Even with his presence gone, your body thrums with the remnants of his aura. Partly because of the lingering aftertaste of his charming presence:

—And partly because of the apprehensive feeling in your gut that grows the more you dwell on the abnormality of his gaze. 

☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ 

Jinyoung never meant for the night to turn out like this. He only wanted to get out of the manor—well, get away from his brother before he broke his neck. Literally. Jinyoung never meant to catch your scent during his midnight stroll, nor eventually find you in that alleyway, where he watched as you bravely attempted to fight off that crazed, bloodthirsty fledgling with nothing but a single shoe. The logical part of his brain initially forbode his intervention, but watching how you fought that vampire awoke the remaining human component inside his soul.

—He realized that he couldn’t let you die. 

So against his better judgement, Jinyoung saved your life… and now he’s paying the price. 

“You better have a damn good explanation or I’ll hex you into the next fucking century.” Jinyoung waits patiently as Mark exits the hospital elevator, barely flinching as he shoves his body against the nearest wall. Ignoring the pure rage wafting off of the witch’s body like a Spring scent, Jinyoung raises his arms and replies coolly: 

“Please take your hands off of me.” 

“Not until you explain to how (Y/N) was almost killed by a fucking bloodsucker.” Mark tightens his hold on Jinyoung’s collar, pressing him further into the surface of the wall. “If this is because of your douchebag brother, then I swear—”

“I already told you that Jaebeom cannot turn other vampires.” He pushes Mark’s body with just enough force to free himself from his hold. “And so help me, if you try to go after my family again, I’ll kill you and your pathetic minions.”

Mark scoffs, “Just because you can’t be killed doesn’t mean you’re invincible.” Jinyoung quickly bites his tongue to hold back his retort and inhales a deep breath to calm the frustration brewing through his veins. His mind, against his own will, conjures up the memory of you sitting and staring at him from the hospital bed. Just the image of your bright, fire-lit eyes eases the tension from his shoulders, washing away whatever anger remained inside his gut. 

Jinyoung sighs and changes the topic, “(Y/N) is fine. After I killed him, I fed her my blood—��� 

“Oh, fucking hell—” Mark curses, burying his face in his palms. “Yeah, everything is just peachy.” 

“It was either that, or she die from blood loss. Take your pick.” 

“We had a deal,” The witch begins, “The coven, the pack and the league would allow you and your brother to stay in town as long as no other bloodsuckers make an appearance—“ 

“I can’t keep count of every vampire that comes into town,” Jinyoung replies truthfully. “Last I checked, that’s your seer’s job.” He takes note of the painful expression that overtakes Mark’s face, replacing his frustrated tone with one of concern, “What happened?” 

“Nayeon is dead.” He feels an imaginary punch sink into his gut at Mark’s sullen answer. “She was killed a couple hours ago.” 

“Killed? By what?” 

“That’s what we were trying to figure out when I got your goddamn call.”

Jinyoung shakes his head, “I’m sor—” 

“Save it.” Mark finishes just as a couple of chatting nurses clad in sky blue scrubs turn the corner and stop in front of the elevator. Both him and Jinyoung offer the hospital staff polite smiles, waiting a couple breaths for the metal doors to slide open and the passersby to enter. Only when the doors shut and the elevator dings, is when Mark continues: “Where is she?”

“Room 116. I told her I called you.” Jinyoung quickly moves forward as Mark tries to push past him, blocking the doorway so he can’t pass. “Hang on—” 

“We’re done talking—”

“She can’t be compelled.” Jinyoung ignores how Mark tries to shove him aside, keeping his body rigid and exactly in place. 

Mark rolls his eyes, “Well, no shit. I gave her a ring infused with vervain—” 

“She wasn’t wearing it,” Jinyoung insists, “And her blood is clean. You know what that means.” 

“Are you out of your fucking mind!?” A couple surrounding bystanders curiously glance their way at Mark’s hiss. The witch releases a heavy breath before dragging Jinyoung to a more inconspicuous corner of the hallway. His voice is quieter when he speaks, “Look, I know this girl. There’s no way in hell she's anything remotely supernatural.” 

“Then explain how she can’t be compelled by a Prime Vampire.” Jinyoung argues, narrowing his eyes as Mark scoffs and turns to begin the journey to your room. He purses his lips before calling out, “I know you feel it too.” Mark freezes, but doesn’t say a word. Jinyoung takes his silence as a means to continue, “—that rush you feel whenever she’s around… like you’re the most powerful being in the world.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mark replies before peering over his shoulder to shoot Jinyoung a stern glare, “Stay the hell away from her. Or else.” And with that, Jinyoung watches as Mark scurries down the white hallway and disappears around a corner. 

Jinyoung releases a sigh, lifting a hand to run his fingers through his hair. His thoughts are scattered: Stressing about a witch killer lurking around the town… Dreading his future encounter with his ignorant, dastardly counterpart back at the manor… Pondering over the reasons why Mark lied just seconds before…  

But most importantly, Jinyoung wonders when he will be able to see you again. 

☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ 

Mark doesn’t understand why he’s so nervous to see you. Maybe it was the look in Jinyoung’s eyes that has him spooked, or the fact that you can’t be compelled by one of the most powerful vampires in existence. Since you came to Moon Dye Bay, Mark has been able to shield the truth of the monsters that go bump in the night from your innocent eyes—the knowledge of your resistance toward mind compulsion proves that he has to be even more careful… especially with a supernatural murderer in the picture. 

He inhales a deep breath before rapping his knuckles against the wood of the door. Your gentle call for his entry immediately lifts the heaviness from his chest. With less hesitation than before, Mark opens the obstacle and slips past the doorway into the room, his eyes softening at the sight of your body tucked beneath the sheets of the medical bed. 

“Hi.” 

“Hey, Mark.” Just the way you say his name spills warmth through his limbs, settling like a warm blanket over his heart. He makes his way to your bed to gather your figure in his arms, appreciating how yours and his bodies fit like puzzle pieces. 

He murmurs against the crown of your head, “How are you feeling?” 

“Honestly… confused as hell.” Mark pulls back at your weak attempt at a laugh to watch your face instead. His desire to caress the swell of your cheek comes at him so strong that he has to station his hands on your knees as a distraction. “I swear I was attacked by—I don’t even know what—but I don’t even know…” 

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.” 

“I know, I just—don’t understand how things just got so screwed up, you know? I don’t even—Mark, what’s wrong?” 

Your question seizes his attention, causing his eyebrows to furrow from confusion. He opens his mouth to inquire about your out-of-the-blue concern, but his words die at the hand that appears on his cheek. He watches in disbelief as you wipe a tear from the edge of his eye, wondering where during the conversation he had begun to cry. Whether it’s the pure compassion in your eyes, or the traumatic encounters throughout the night, Mark doesn’t know… but he allows himself to break down in your hold. 

He allows himself to melt into your embrace as you pull him down against your body. He allows the sobs to freely flow from his lips and catch into the crook of your neck. He allows himself to be vulnerable for that one moment… because he can’t show weakness anywhere but with you. 

“I… I thought I lost you…” Mark feels your hold tighten at his whisper, “I can’t lose you… Not you…” 

“You won’t, Mark…”  For a moment, he allows his heart to trick his mind into believing your words meant more than what they’re intended for. Just for a moment, Mark actually convinces himself that here, in your arms, is where he belongs…but he knows it’s far from the truth. 

Because even though you may feel like home—Mark can never, truly satisfy his homesickness for you.

[jae-bummer]

Seoulmates (Mark Tuan Soulmate AU)

Request: Could you do a Mark Tuan soulmate au fic please? I am absolute trash for them

Member: Got7′s Mark x Y/N

Type: Fluff

“Why are you trying to cover it up?” your mother sighed, folding another sweater before placing it into your suitcase. 

“Because,” you grumbled, pawing through your underwear drawer. You were in no mood for her prying. 

“That’s not an answer, Y/N,” she sighed, halting her folding to cross her arms. She tilted her head as she stared at you, expecting for your voice to break the silence. 

She was sorely mistaken. 

You continued your methodical work, plucking out your favorite undies and tossing them toward you bed. 

“It’s going to be the first words he ever says to you, Y/N,” she said solemnly. 

You rolled your eyes before spinning around and mirroring the same look she was giving you, but directed back at her. “Or she. Or it. Really one never knows.”

“Oh, stop being obnoxious,” she grumbled, picking up a t-shirt and beginning to fold. 

“Learned from the best,” you muttered. 

“What was that young lady?” your mother snapped in stereotypical matronly fashion. “Your father and I were kind enough to pay for this study abroad trip, we can also be stern enough to take it back.” 

You continued folding in silence before sitting down, opening the very strategically placed rip in your jeans. You saw the dark outline of the words tattooed onto your skin that would determine your entire future. 

It was odd how the universe chose to work. 

How through time, nature took over things, things as complicated as soulmates. In middle school, most everyone’s parents had explained the idea of soulmates to them, or at least how they pertained to your lives. Shortly after hitting puberty, your bodies began to change. One very distinct change, was the black script that began to appear on your skin. The first words your soulmate would ever speak to you. 

And that’s how you would know. 

The words appeared anywhere on the body. You remembered laughing when your friends had to search for them. You recalled the moment when your father had to tug up his shirt to show you his, strategically placed on his lower back. “Do you want to split a fry?”  And you remembered the smile on your mothers face when you saw her tattoo on her shoulder that read “I’ll split anything with you sweetheart.” 

You sighed to yourself, fingering the hole in your jeans, moving it from side to side as you looked to your skin. 

“Please stay quiet.”

You wondered if your soulmate’s skin just read “...”

“You need to talk to more girls hyung, that’s your problem,” BamBam muttered, plopping onto the practice room floor. 

“Or boys,” Jackson nodded. “Why limit yourself?” He touched Jinyoung’s hand lightly, causing the younger boy to roll his eyes. 

“Or just remain silent, say nothing to anyone,” Jinyoung grumbled. 

“Aigoo, you love me!” Jackson gasped, setting his chin on Jinyoung’s shoulder and batting his eyelashes. He reached over, tracing the faint words on Jinyoung’s wrist. 

“Really, Bam is right,” JInyoung sighed. “You can’t complain if you refuse to speak to anyone.”

“How did you find your soulmate?” Mark asked, turning  to Jaebum. He was exasperated with the boys in front of him. Of course JInyoung and Jackson had found each other, but Youngjae and Jaebum had already found their soulmates as well. BamBam and Yugyeom were still on the hunt, making sure to speak to as many people as possible. 

“At the bookstore,” Jaebum sighed, scrolling through his phone. “She was trying to buy the last copy of The Great Gatsby. I told her she could borrow it once I was through.” 

“I bet she loved that,” Youngjae giggled. 

Jaebum smirked, holding up his forearm to the rest of the boys. The tight script read “Prick.” 

“Yeah, she loved that,” BamBam giggled, rolling his eyes. “What does your arm even say?”

Mark sighed, looking fondly down at his tanned arm. He held it close to his chest before looking up at the younger member. “You’ve seen it before, stop asking.”

“Aish! I’ve never seen the whole thing!” BamBam complained. 

“Good,” Mark nodded, furrowing his eyebrows. “You would probably tell everyone in Seoul and I’d have a thousand soulmates.”

“Hahah, a thousand...seoul-mates?” Yugyeom cackled. “Get it hyung? Like Seoul, because that’s where we live and-”

“Yes,” Mark grumbled. “I get it.” 

You wandered the streets of Seoul, a dorky smile plastered to your face. You had waited so long to be on this study abroad trip, it felt surreal that you were even there. 

You took in a deep breath, enjoying the scents of the bakeries and restaurants around you. You felt like you were walking on air as your feet hit the pavement. Turning your head from side to side, you contemplated which shop you would visit next. 

You heard the sound before you saw them coming. What seemed to be a stampede of teen girls followed a young man, not much older than you were. Breezing toward you in a hurricane of shrieks and giggles, you were rendered motionless, glued to your spot as they headed toward you. It had to have been a Korean pop idol, this was the only explanation for a spectacle such as this. 

The man heading up the group caught you by the shoulder, spinning you toward a nearby alley as he turned. Your back landed with a thud against the brick of the building, flattening your body to it. He flattened himself beside you, bringing his fingers to his lips as he looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Please stay quiet.”

You felt a wave of shock, relief, and fireworks erupt all at once. When you had originally seen those words painted so intricately on your thigh, you assumed they would have been said in a classroom setting, perhaps a library. They would be said by someone who was irritated by you, someone who genuinely didn’t care to hear your voice in whatever situation you were in. 

But this...this was nothing against you. Your heart began to race as you stared at the young man’s face, almost glowing underneath the patchwork of sunshine filtering down the alleyway. He remained still, watching the street anxiously as the group of girls rushed by, convinced they were still following him. 

“Popular with the ladies?” you whispered, just as the last female struggled behind the crowd. 

He let out a soft chuckle, but quickly turned silent. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with realization. 

“Hardly,” he breathed. He pushed off from the wall, turning to get a better look at you. His breathing remained short as he searched your face, for what, you were unsure. 

After a few moments, he bit his lip and began to tug up on his sweater sleeve. After he had rolled the fabric up to his elbow, he looked back up to you with a kind grin. 

“Popular with the ladies,” you read, your eyes tracing across the dark font on his arm. “I’m sure your friends never let you live that down.”

“Not many know,” he chuckled, sliding the sleeve back down. “I can’t imagine reading ‘please stay quiet’ everyday of my young adult life.”

“Honestly I thought my soulmate was my teacher,” you laughed. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Mark,” the man nodded, looking up at you through his lashes. “Very much not your teacher.”

[justoneday-namjoonii]

It burns, doesn’t it ?  [Pt. 5]

Genre/au: Mafia!au, Mature, Fluff, Angst. Violence and all that good mafia stuff. Warning: This story contains graphic imagery, mental health problems, mature subject matter, improper drug usage, suggestive language, self-medication, including but not limited to crude/unnerving behavior, 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 |

The base was near empty and cars raced out and into the street to make it to wherever they were ordered to be. Others, like himself, were out on a more confidential assignment. He walked through the alleyway to get to the abandoned warehouse. He went around to the back to look for an entrance. And like he expected, there was a broken window so he eased through the window, careful to avoid the large shards of glass.

He jumped down and walked through the large open space of the once lively building. It was established that this place was safe ground, meaning rivaling gangs couldn't fight or trespass in this area so he knew he'd have no interruptions. He navigated through rubble, broken chairs and shattered glass to get to a turned over wooden desk. He turned the desk upright and opened up the drawers to pull out some papers. He sat them down and began to skim through the old files in search of one name. Min Yoongi.

 “Where is it?” He said to himself.

“What’re you doing here?” The sound of a familiar voice broke Taehyung out of concentration. Hoseok.

He emerged from behind an iron staircase, seemingly coming from the main entrance. He was here for reasons similar to Tae’s but he wasn’t expecting anyone to be here, especially not him. They use to be pretty compatible but now all they do is bump heads on anything and everything.

“I have as much of a right to be here as you, maybe even more so. I’m not one of the few who left.” Taehyung quipped, quick to remind his Hyung of the strained relationship they upheld between the now separate teams.

“We all had our reasons, we did what we had to do; you know that.” Hoseok directed his attention to Tae’s ministrations and he sneered.

“If you’re looking for his papers, don’t bother. He burned those months ago.” Taehyung exasperated a low groan, it's not like he didn't expect this but it doesn't hurt to hope.

"Well, I guess I'm done here, I'll see you around~" Taehyung bid his old partner goodbye and left the same way he entered. Hoseok sighed, he knew Namjoon was on the hunt for Yoongi’s personal files, he was just glad Yoongi was smart enough to get rid of them before they could get their hands on them. 

He walked through the rubble, shattered glass and burned planks of wood, the fight they had in here was more than evident. He looked down and found there it was, he bent down to pick up the small gold plated bullet. He examined the rusty piece of metal before putting it in a clear plastic bag. He stood up, dusted off his hands and went on his way to meet up with Yoongi.

Jungkook groaned in discomfort when peeking open his eyes to meet the unforgiving shine of the sun through the sheer beige curtains. He rolled on his side to check the time, he squinted to see the numbers on the little digital clock on the nightstand, he overslept.

"Hey..." He spoke with a deep rasp in his voice he rubbed his eyes sleepily. You were in the comforting darkness under the covers and he pulled the cover from over your face.

"Y/N," He pushed your shoulder, "We gotta go, get up..."

You tossed and turned in the cool sheets, suddenly bumping into his warm legs. You were quickly reminded that sometime last night you and Jungkook thought it would be a good idea to sleep together. You sat up with your eyes were still closed but you hummed in agreement.

"Go get ready," he yawned, patting your thigh, "I'll change in here..."

You nodded, dragging yourself out of bed to get clothes and to the bathroom. When you closed the door he went to his suitcase to get some clothes. He stripped from his sweat pants and t-shirt to put on some clothes. In the middle of him changing his shirt the room door opened.

"Why did you bring her in here?”

A simple good morning would’ve sufficed.

“I told you she needed to stay in my room." Namjoon's looked over to see the bathroom light on and huffed in annoyance. Jungkook glanced at him and shrugged.

"I asked her if she wanted to come with me and she said yes, that's why." Jungkook wasn't up for any conversation regarding the sleeping arrangements, given the fact that you practically live with him.

"Don't be so careless. People are raising their suspicions about her and if she-"

"Are you finished?" He interrupted coldly, leaving Namjoon almost at a loss for words. "I don't need you to tell me that." Jungkook blew him off and before Namjoon could comment you opened the bathroom door.

You looked at Jungkook and then at Namjoon, you could feel the tension. You awkwardly walked pass them, you looked back and Namjoon spoke up.

"Y/N, you're flying back with me. Jungkook you have two field assignments when we get back to go with your team." 

Jungkook was silently ranting to himself and you weren't too happy with the news either. But neither of you had a choice in the matter so you sucked it up and went with it. Jungkook darted out of the room as soon as he was done, you and Namjoon went to the airport.

The day went on and when you landed he was rushing all over the place. He walked you into the base and when you got there he had told you to lay low and not to leave your room. You didn't think you'd be able to stay in that room for more than a few hours but you went to the room and as soon as you closed the door you slung yourself onto the bed. You were happy to be back and at least somewhat closer to somewhere you knew.

He went to the back entrance up to the emergency exit. When he entered the room he caught the sight of a scene he was quite accustomed to. Yoongi sat reading over deal settlements and profiles at his desk whilst twiddling with the loose threads on his ripped jeans. Hoseok sat at the desk, catching Yoongi's attention with a low exasperated sigh.

"I was up all night looking for this thing. I'm dead tired..." Hoseok placed the little bag on the desk and Yoongi peeked over at it.

"That bad, huh?" Yoongi chuckled under his breath.

"Yeah..." Hoseok tilted his head back and shut his eyes.

"When you saw Jungkook with the girl...how did they interact, were they close, was she resistant." Yoongi was curious onto you and Jungkook's mannerisms towards each other, for future purposes.

"Uh, I didn't get to see them as much but they seemed pretty close given just meeting each other. It was weird, I've never seen him in such a fuss over someone. Personally, I think he thinks he can just have her with no consequences, he thinks she belongs to him or something. She doesn't. He's gonna hold onto her too tight, and their gonna hurt each other. That's my opinion...” He pushed back his hair, stretched his arms with a yawn and got up to leave.

Yoongi was thinking, he knew Jungkook to be very selective with people. There must've been something about you to pique his interest; he couldn't help but wonder what that was. He knew he had to talk with Namjoon if he wanted more entail about you and Jungkook. But if there was one thing about Namjoon, he loved to dance around the issue. 

That was one of the reasons they could never agree on the right tactics immediately. He had his way and so did he, but they were a good team at the time.

Jungkook loaded his firearm and tucked it in his belt loop. He peaked around the corner to see if the cost was clear before stepping out. He cleared his throat and strolled down the hall until he made it to the last room. God, did he not want to do this right now, but it was what he was assigned to so he had to push through it. His team stood guard all around the building and he only had to do one thing, and go. It was rumored that some mafia members were playing roles in the government and getting reserved portions from fundraisers, Namjoon wanted to know who. Jungkook stepped into the empty office and surveyed the room before wondering over behind the desk. He opened the top drawer and his fingertips skimmed over a dozen of files. He pushed the drawer closed and went to another one. 

He was examining an envelope when he heard the soft step of leather boots. With the utmost precaution, he gripped his gun, waiting for whoever might talk in. The person got closer but Jungkook relaxed at their arrival.

"Yugyeom? What're you doing here?" Jungkook lowered his guard and knitted his brows in confusion.

"Same reason as you, I guess." Yugyeom went towards the bookshelf to go through a few books and binders.

"So, I take it we're looking for the same thing." Jungkook voiced from under the desk. Yugyeom looked back to see a few open envelopes.

"Yeah, looks like it." Yugyeom walked towards the desk to skim through the papers. Jungkook hummed in agreement and opened up the bottom drawer to pull out the right file.

"Did you still want to meet up later this week?"

"Yeah, we can meet up at the usual place if you want, I think I'll have some free time." Jungkook checked the time and he had to go. He and Yugyeom said their goodbyes before parting their ways. He checked to see if anyone was watching before meeting his team and heading out.

             'Are you going back with us Joen?'

"No, I'll head back in a little bit." Jungkook gave them the ok before they headed back to the base. He glimpsed up at the cloudy gray sky and looked down to see tiny dark gray spots, it was drizzling. He passed a few people and looked around for something to eat. The rain reminded him of the first time he met you and he smiled. I guess you couldn't really consider it meeting you because you were asleep. He wanted to bring you something, just because.

He stopped at a small cafe and looked through the window to see fruit tarts. There weren't many people so he walked inside, little did he know the middle-aged woman was completely swooned by his good looks.

          "Hello, what can I get for you dear?" 

He gave her a slight smile and looked down at the case of desserts. They only had two types of tarts and he pressed his lips in a line, he just thought about it, he didn't know what you liked. The women looked at him attentively and he looked up at her with doe eyes.

"Um, one grapefruit tart please." He pointed to the little dessert and the women put it in a beige box and tied it with a white string.

"Anything else?" She chirped.

"No, that's it." He paid and she printed up the receipt. He grabbed the box and thanked her before leaving. He took the private staircase to avoid getting stopped on his way to his room and he was in Namjoon’s office.

“Hey, Jungkook wait a second,” Namjoon spoke up and Jungkook grudgingly trailed back to see what he wanted.

“I have an assignment for you. You’ll be out for a week or so.” Namjoon handed him the usual profile papers and Jungkook examined them.

“Ok, I’ll bring Y/N with me.” He was about to walk out but Namjoon stopped him.

“Wait, no. She isn’t going with you, she’s staying here.”

“Why? - Yes, she is. I can take her wherever I want.” Jungkook shot back.

Namjoon twitched, Jungkook was the only person who could talk to him like this. At times he had to remind himself that Jungkook was a lot younger than them and he was bound to rebel from time to time.

“Because I said so. I’m not arguing with you Jungkook, she’s not going; end of discussion.” Namjoon went back to his original task and Jungkook stormed out. He willed himself to ignore his attitude.

__

It was dark out and Jungkook hadn't come back yet. You got up and peeked through the door to see if anyone was out. And to your distaste it was crawling with people. You walked around for a little bit but soon enough you saw Jiyoon and a group of women chatting obnoxiously.

You quickly decided you didn't want to fight with that girl so you attempted to scurry back to your room without anyone noticing.

"Hey," Tae stood in front of the door and you sighed. 

"You know, you shouldn't wander around by your self Y/N. You wouldn't want to get snatched up by anyone." He chuckled at the obvious annoyance on your face.

"What're you talking about..." You mumbled, rolling your eyes. 

Jungkook walked inside with rainwater on his jacket and in his hair; he had one goal and that was to get to his room and see you. He looked up at his room and his mood dropped to an extremely agitated one at what he saw. Why is she talking to him? There you stood, with Taehyung, again.

"I'm-"

Before you could form a proper sentence you felt an arm wrap around your waist. Jungkook pressed himself to your side and brushed his lips over your cheekbone.

"Are you okay?" He looked at you tentatively while inspecting your face for any bad signs. "Jungkook-?" You looked up at him and he smiled briefly before glaring back at Tae.

"Jungkook-ah, you're coming in pretty late." Taehyung looked at the way Jungkook's grip tightened on you in the most possessive way, it was almost amusing. Jungkook opened the door and led you inside with his hand glued to your hip whilst cutting his eyes at Tae.

"Hi, I didn't know you'd be-" You tried to explain your reason for being out but he didn't seem interested.

"I brought you something." He set the little box on the nightstand and untied you thin white string. You looked at it and sat on the bed. "Do you like grapefruit tarts? I didn't know what you liked and that's all they had left." 

"I've never had one..." You spoke softly.

"Here," He cut it in half and handed you the other half, "they're good." He ate his half and you had the other one.

"It's good." He was beaming, it was a small thing but he was just happy to make you smile.

“You have a little something on your...” He lifted your chin with his index finger and inspected your face. He leaned down to bring his lips close to yours. Naturally, you assumed he was going to kiss you so you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation. But instead he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and you peeked at him.

“I got it.”

“Um...thanks.” You couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, it was an odd gesture and you didn’t quite process it given how flustered you felt. When he moved his finger, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and he grinned.

"I'm gonna shower, I'll be out in a minute." He tossed the box into the trash and went to the bathroom.

You sat on the bed for a few minutes but you were getting a little bored. You decided you were gonna entertain yourself. You got on the floor, crawled over to the wall and did a handstand against it, your standards of entertainment have lowered drastically. After maybe five minutes blood started to rush to your head and you lost balance in your hands. "Ouch!" You tumbled over and bumped your tailbone against the floor.

"What're you doing?" The bathroom door opened and there he stood, sweats resting low on his hips where you could see just the elastic boxer strap. You quickly composed yourself and laughed nervously, while you felt your cheeks get warmer.

"Nothing..." You mumbled whilst rubbing your head. You stood up so you could go to get something to drink.

"Where are you going?" Jungkook spoke with a raspy voice.

"To get water..." You opened the door slightly.

"Why're you always talking to Tae?"

That was random.

He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and sat his phone on the nightstand to look at you, "If you wanna talk to someone talk to me, I'm right here."

You had to admit, you were a little taken aback. You've only talked to Taehyung a few times and even then he was always the one to approach you, you never wanted to talk to him.

"Who I talk to is really none of your business..." You quipped. He blinked as if you were speaking a different language. He looked sincerely offended, he wasn't expecting you to have a problem with him questioning you. You reached for the doorknob and he was aiming for you; you subconsciously took a step back. Your back hit the door and he pushed it closed while trapping you between him and the cold surface. If he never looked intimidating before, he sure did now.

"Taehyung breaks people, it's what he does and he's good at it. He is more than capable of breaking you. If Namjoon allowed it he would love to. He doesn't care if he hurts you...and you want to talk to him?"

"You’re being ridiculous. I can talk to whoever I want, Jungkook, it’s my decision." You looked away to avoid eye contact, his gaze was dark and the soft, doe-eyed expression was no more. He placed both of his hands on the door and leaned down so he was eye level with you. He knitted his brows as if to try and figure out what you were thinking. He scoffed, straightening up and running his tongue over his bottom lip in disbelief.

"I don't understand. I treat you so well, and I don't ask for anything in return. Now you think you can just go around and do whatever the fuck you want? You have some fucking nerve." He hissed. You swallowed thickly as his words made your skin crawl. He breathed warm air on your neck and began pecking his way up from your chest to the spot under your ear. He grabbed your wrists hard, not thinking of pain he could cause. 

"You belong to me Y/N." 

He was kissing you sloppily and trying to leave marks to assert his dominance you assumed, both emotionally and physically, proving that he could have you doing backbends if he really wanted it. He tilted his head and you clenched your teeth when he made a biting action by grazing his teeth over your skin, you couldn't take this much longer, this wasn’t him....he would never act like this...

"And you're lucky I don't treat you like the other whores here..." 

I take that back.

Your eyes went wide and you pushed him away with as much strength you could muster up. You were pissed. What was he talking about? You didn't ask to be here, this wasn't your choice and he's making it look like you cane begging on your knees for him.

"What is wrong with you!? Why are so oblivious to my situation? I was forced to be here, Jungkook. How could you be so insensitive to that? And to think I thought you actually cared... But you’re just like them, you don’t even see me as a person, I’m just property or blackmail to you people."

All he could think was that he fucked up. 

“Y/N...that’s not-” 

“And comforting me doesn’t make me feel any better. It makes me feel helpless and pathetic..." You gripped the doorknob, twisting until it opened with ease and you paused, trying to keep yourself from breaking down in front of him. This was killing him, he did care for you, he wanted you to want to be with him... He hesitantly reached out to touch your hand, to maybe get you to stay, but you retracted your hand and backed away.

"And for the record, I'm not a whore. I'm nothing like those people, I'm not looking for money and a man to go with it. I was fucking forced to be here, taken from everything I love and thrown to you people." Angry tears began to build at your eyes, "I've been going through hell and now you're making things harder. Oh, and to make matters worse there's some crazy bitch after me because of you." 

"What? Someone's after you?" He had no idea there was someone after you, or why. You glared at him, completely disregarding his question and slamming the door behind you. You stomped out in a rage, aiming for no room in particular. You barged in and you really didn't care if anyone saw you.

"What is his problem?" You growled under your breath and that caught Namjoon's attention. He watched you pace back and forth in a frenzy.

"You look upset. Did you and Jungkook have a fight?" Namjoon could tell you weren't in the mood for questions but he thought he'd use this time to observe your personality and mannerisms. When you looked at him with your arms crossed he put his phone in his pocket and strolled over to you.

"I don't want to talk about it." You hissed bitterly.

He wanted to test you and test your willingness to adjust to someone other than what you were used.

"So, you wouldn't mind coming to my room for a little while?" He sort of chuckled at what he was implying, "You are angry at Jungkook and I'm more than capable of taking him off your mind for as long as you'd like..." He snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you into him.

"Leave me alone..." You glanced at him, too scared to make direct eye contact. He had a slightly amused look on his face, you were timider than he expected. It made him wonder how far he should take his little experiment. He teasingly nuzzled your neck and brushed your hair off of your shoulder. He started lightly kissing your neck, just relishing in the way you couldn’t stop your shaking. You didn't know what to do, you didn’t know if you should try to push him or what. You didn't want this.

"Please, stop it..." You uttered through a thin, shaky voice. You tried to lift your hands and push him away but he easily grabbed both of your upper arms to stall your movements. 

"Don't resist sweetheart... Unless you really want to be punished, and I'm guessing you don’t. Jungkook talks to you kinda like this, yeah? Or is he a bit more...gentle with his wording? That kind of fits with him if we’re talking about you. He seems to have taken quite a liking towards his new plaything..." A low chuckle emitted from his throat and at that moment you knew you could forget escaping. You fought back tears at his malicious words, he was trying to get to you, and it was working seamlessly.

This is kinda fun...  How would she react to force? He pulled on the front of your shirt so he could travel down your chest, making you squirm uncomfortably.

"Let go of me!- Agh!" You gasped as he easily pushed you into the wall making you hit your head lightly. You were pinned and on the verge of tears, you didn’t want to cry in front of him but you didn’t know what to do.

"Please! Please just let me go...J-Jungkook, please...-" You uttered lowly, with your eyes shut tight.

He let go of your wrists, letting you fall to your knees in defeat. You wiped your tears, just realizing how helpless you felt. He grabbed your jaw to make you look at him and he scoffed, you still had that look in your eye. 

"You wanna act like you’re all tough and strong...but once someone shows you your place, shows you who you really are, you cry for Jungkook to come to save you, am I right?" 

He smirked, he's never met someone quite like you. You weren’t afraid, you just didn’t want him to see you like this, you didn’t want to look weak in front of him but at this point it was unavoidable, that’s what you hated.

You were determined to stand your ground until he scared you a little bit, then you were as timid as a lamb. Although he knew how to read people pretty well, you didn’t seem like you were always like this, he could tell that your fight with Jungkook was affecting your reactions. You piqued his interest but he didn’t fully understand you. He wanted to know more but he’d find that out at a later time when you were a bit more stable.

"You can sleep in here if you want. No one should be coming in here except for Taehyung, but don't worry, he shouldn't bother you. Goodnight~"

With that he shut the door, leaving you by yourself. You sat on the sofa and laid down on your side. You wanted nothing more than to be with Jin, to be with someone you knew loved you. Your heart sank at the crushing reality, Jungkook thought of you almost as an object. You knew you just wanted someone to keep you safe, to care for you in even the smallest way. He gave you that feeling, but now you were alone, again. You didn’t want to do this anymore, you had to get out of here...

It was early, too early for him. But he’s had a lot on his plate lately so going to sleep late and waking up early was beginning to come naturally. Yoongi looked down at his cell phone, staring at the contact name. 

Kim Namjoon

Debating whether he should call or not. There was no sense in prolonging this, so he pressed the number and brought the phone up to his ear.

"Yoongi? This is unexpected." Namjoon picked up almost immediately.

"We should meet up to talk, in the usual place." Yoongi mindlessly tapped the back of his phone and waited for Namjoons response.

"Ok, how about 6 or so? I'm free this evening." Namjoon countered, to Yoongi’s surprise. Normally it took a little persuasion but he wasn't complaining. He agreed and the two hung up. He put his phone in his pocket and pulled out as an orange bottle of pills, fiddling with to lid.

 He stood outside of an old China and tea shop knew by few for occasional drug deals but the police never could never catch them. When he walked in the sharp ring of the tiny bell alerted the older woman from the back. She was busy boxing up a gift set of teacups until one of her most favorite faces made an appearance. Although she rarely saw Yoongi aside from when he came to see her grandson, she had a special liking towards him. 

"Yoongi-ah! How are you dear? Come in, come in." 

The older woman greeted him with a warm smile and he returned it with a polite bow and hello. She lovingly pats his cheek before going to the back to tell her grandson he was here. And he took his time to come out, Yoongi stood there for a good two minutes before he came out.

"Hey...what's up?"

He wore a black shirt and black sweatpants, no shoes. He just woke up; lazy bastard. Yoongi knew he’d forget this morning but he let that aside for now.

"Here, take these I don't need'em." Yoongi handed him the almost full bottle of pills.

"They didn't do anything for you? I hear they're supposed to be the best out there, and they cost a fortune." He took the bottle and examined it before tucking it in his pocket. He pulled out a white envelope, handing it to Yoongi without a word.

"I don't want that shit, Hoseok had extra so feel free to do whatever you want with them." When he looked up Yoongi was on his way out. 

"Your mother called the other day." He trailed off while reading the white label on the bottle. Yoongi’s hand rested on the doorknob and he tapped the roof of his mouth with his tongue, waiting to hear more.

"She asked if you've come by lately, she was trying to reach you."

He let his hands rest in his silk embroidered jacket and he sighed. His mother worked here all through high school and college, she would bring him here when she couldn't get a babysitter. Of course, she would still stay in contact with them.

"If she calls again, tell her I'm fine and I'll talk to her when I can." Yoongi looked over his shoulder to see him nod and then he left the quaint little shop and got into the car that was waiting for him near the corner store. He knew she was just worried about him like any mother would for their child. But he didn't want her involved in what he does, he was a danger to her. 

You rolled on your side and sleepily blinked opened your eyes. It was brought to your realization that you weren't waking up with Jungkook. You thought he might come and get you but here you were; curled up on a cold sofa, by yourself. You yawned and rubbed your eyes to clear your vision. When you looked around and listened for a few seconds you didn’t hear the usual opening and closing of doors or the constant conversations- where is everyone? You jumped up and ran to the door when you peeked out you were pleasantly surprised to see that the halls were vacant. There was no one to be seen and of course, that would make you somewhat suspicious. Namjoon wouldn’t knowingly leave you with such an easy escape so you assumed there must have been someone here. 

You hesitantly walked out of the lounge and went to the room. You slowly cracked open the door and Jungkook wasn't here either. When you walked in you remembered he left early for a mission and wouldn’t be back for a few days; this was it. This was the golden opportunity for you to go, to escape from all of this. You didn’t care about the risks, you didn’t care that you might be leaving something behind, at this point, there was nothing anyone could say to make you change your mind. 

You quickly grabbed a set of clothes and went to the shower. When you got out you grabbed a mini black backpack and stuffed it with a few necessities, and an emergency credit card from your brother that you somehow managed to hide since you got here. You laced up your shoes, put on the backpack and went on your way. You managed to sneak past a few guards to get to an exit and when you finally got out, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders.

There was a hint of salt in the air accompanied by a brisk gust of wind that nearly pushed you over. You were strolling down the street with an urgency to get as far from that place as possible. Things were beginning to look more and more familiar, the corner stores, apartments and gas stations, they were still the same. You couldn’t remember if you've ever been so grateful to see the light of day. You walked with urgency in search of something. You walked for a few minutes and you found it, the old cafe you use to go to. You pulled open the door and you were immediately greeted by two familiar faces.

"Y/N! Hey, I haven't seen you in forever!"

Naeun, Mrs. Myeong-sook's middle daughter ran from the costumer she was helping to give you a hug. She stood no higher than 5 feet, she wore her usual curly brown hair in a top bun with a few strands falling around the sides. Her appearance was contrary to her mother's fair skin and bone-straight black hair but they did favor each other noticeably. Her mother quickly scolded her, telling her to go back to the customer while they both laughed at her kiddie nature.

"I haven't seen you in so long," Mrs. Myeong-sook smiled brightly from behind the counter, "I heard about your father, I'm sorry that happened to you sweetheart I know how much he loved you. Are you doing ok?"

Ok? You wanted to tell her everything that's happened to you. You've been kidnapped, you don't know if your aunts still alive and your brother doesn't seem to care. So no, you weren't ok but you knew better than to tell her all of that; she would only worry.

"I've been okay...but it's really nice to see you two." You smiled and she swore on her life that you had your mothers exact smile but you only chuckled at the thought. You ordered your usual and sat at the two seated table near the counter.

Jimin happened to be in the area just passing by, he looked across the street and saw a familiar face. He skipped to the other side of the street and saw you, kicking your feet under the table while staring down at a menu. He went inside, curious onto why you were here, alone at that.

"Hey."

You knew that voice anywhere.

Jimin sat in the chair across from you and you jumped, startled by his sudden appearance.

"Jimin? Hi..." You spoke sheepishly, he was probably wondering what you were doing here.

"Hi? What're doing here? Did they let you go or is Jungkook with you?" He was careful not to speak so obviously. He assumed Jungkook was in the bathroom or something but you shook your head no.

"No, I do stay with Jungkook but I don't know where he is, he left early this morning. I could care less about him right now." You deadpanned. "When I woke up nobody was around so...I ran away." You twiddled your fingers and waited for his response.

"You ran away? Namjoon didn't have you in a holding cell or give you to Tae? That's weird." He had a feeling you'd probably know Jungkook but you actually staying with him was a surprise.

Naeun skipped over to bring you your coffee and food but she was almost immediately distracted by what she probably thought was a prince she'd imagined in her dreams. She looked at Jimin and his face alone had her smiling ear to ear, she was completely and utterly swoon.

"Y/N, is this your boyfriend?" Naeun nudged your shoulder and giggled, she was always like a bubbly little school girl. She’s seen cute guys come in here before but never quite like him.

"Oh no, he's not-"

"I'm Jimin." He interrupted you and you looked at him with a 'what' look on your face; he glanced at you and chuckled.

"Can I get you anything?" She offered, suddenly she was uncharacteristically timid.

"Thank you, honey, but I can't stay long." Jimin stood up and Naeun nodded before grinning on her way back to the kitchen.

"I've gotta go but don't stay in one place for too long, they'll probably be looking for you soon." He pats your shoulder and you nodded, but you didn't want him to go, you'd be running all over the city by yourself, but he left you with a simple smile, everyone seemed to leave you these days. You finished your coffee after about fifteen minutes and left a tip. You said your goodbyes, left the comfy little restaurant and started walking. 

Namjoon stepped inside of the popular club and told the hostess who he was with. He knew this place well since most mafia bosses frequented the private club upstairs. He made his way up to the staircase and made it to the dimly lit bar. A few women navigated through tables to serve a few of their customers drinks. He looked for their usual spot and there sat Yoongi, glancing at his phone and scanning the room with a bored expression.

"You're late. 6 or so my ass..." Yoongi groaned, setting his phone face down on the table to eye Namjoon. He took a sip of his drink and mindlessly played with the skinny straw.

"You're really in no position to be strict about the time." Namjoon got comfortable and ordered a drink from the waitress before reaching for the deck of cards. He skillfully shuffled them before and delt them to Yoongi and himself. The game started and few words were exchanged until Yoongi played first and broke the silence.

"How's that girl, do you still have her or did you trade her off or something..." Yoongi was as expressionless as he held the cards firmly in his hand.

"Girl? Hm, I don't know..." Namjoon smiled, he looked at his hand and he knew he had this game in the bag. Yoongi stayed silent, played a mediocre card and awaited Namjoon’s real answer to his question.

"Ah, Y/N, she’s fine I guess but why do you want to know?" Namjoon sat his elbows on the table and held his cards centimeters from his face while he smirked to himself.

“Just curious...She’s no good use for you, so why keep her around. She seems more like dead weight to me, even though I gave her to you.” Yoongi implicitly hinted that you were better off free but Namjoon obviously thought otherwise.

“She's no use to you either hyung, but it doesn’t matter. She belongs to me, I use her as I please. This isn’t about Jin missing his little sister now is it?”

 Namjoon teased. “I would give her back but you know what I'd want in return." He played his hand. 

Four of a kind. That was considerably low for him but he was confident he won. Yoongi hesitated before laying out his hand, he knew, of course. He had a feeling he knew but he didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

Yoongi looked up at him as if to say 'why the hell would I do that'. He placed down his hand. Straight flush.

Namjoon sighed, he wasn’t surprised, Yoongi was one of the very few people who could beat him. He would lay low and at the very end, he would’ve already beaten you using your own tactics against you. 

“Ah, still the same old Yoongi I see.” Namjoon finished off his drink and Yoongi eyed him as he stood up.

“You haven’t changed yourself.” Yoongi countered, grabbing his phone and sliding it in his pocket.

"Well, if you change your mind you know where to find me." Namjoon left the table with that.

Yoongi sat at the table for a little while. He was really starting to question his motives. He wanted to get you back solely because you were Jin's family, that was it until he started to see you as more of a pawn. You were merely a piece of the chaotic game he and Namjoon played. His intentions weren't to give you to him in the first place but now that you were there he had to act precisely. He didn't know you, frankly he didn't have to all he had to do was get you to your brother, nothing more nothing less. If he were to be honest, leaving you didn't sound too bad. They wouldn't hurt you too badly, but he knew better than that. Namjoon wasn't gonna make your time there necessarily pleasant, he was sure of that.

It's been hours. 

You've been out for so long you've lost track of the time. All you knew is that it was too late and too dark to be out by yourself. You've stopped at a few places, like bookstores and other places but you took the subway or walked most of the time. You stopped at a popular cafe to rest for a little while. You walked into the warm little place and waited in the short line.

"What can I get for you?” The man behind the registered awaited your order.

"One green tea please..." You were about to hand him your card but you saw his expression change. You also felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked back and it was Jimin, your savior. You smiled in relief.

"Make that two." You handed him your card and he swiped.

"Ok, your order will be out shortly." He gave you back your card and you nodded before walking towards the other counter.

You were going to wait but Jimin said he'd get them for you. You found a small booth and sat there, your feet were killing you. Jimin sat the tea in front of you and you thanked him lowly. He took a seat and he saw how you thoughtlessly played with the string on the tea bag.

"I can't do this anymore...I'm so tired ..." You sipped your tea and looked at him for some sympathy. 

"I know you're tired Y/N..." He held your hand and smiled warmly, to show you-you had his full attention.

"I wanna go with you Jimin, you're with Jin, right? Please take me with you, I don't want to be out here by myself..." Desperation was written all over your face. There was an innocent plead in your eyes and it was breaking his heart to see you like this.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that... I don't want you to be out here by yourself either but I can't act on my own, I haven't gotten the go-ahead from Yoongi... But Jin does miss you, he worries about you a lot..." That's not what you wanted to hear, you didn't know why he kept showing up just to taunt you in your misery, and why did this Yoongi have such a problem with you? You hung your head low and poked out your bottom lip.

"Hey, cheer up baby." He cupped your jaw so you could look at him. You looked under but you quickly looked to the side. He did feel bad for you but he couldn't do anything to help.

You two sat in silence while you drank your tea and when you both finished he offered to walk you out. He held your hand and walked you to a small alley in between the cafe and the establishment next to it.

Jimin pulled you in for a much-needed hug, and you relaxed in his hold. You laid your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. It was nice to have someone to lean on like this... but it was different, different from the way Jungkook would’ve done it and that’s what you wanted, Jungkook. You found yourself thinking about him and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t help but love how his embrace was always the same, so comforting and warm. You silently cursed yourself for letting yourself become so desperate like this. You didn't want to miss him, this was his fault, you didn't need him...

"Please, Jimin...I’m scared..." You pleaded one last time, hoping he'd show you some pity.

"Just wait for a little longer, baby..." You brought your arms to yourself and you didn't know how to feel anymore, that was the equivalent of rejection. You were angry, sad and just about every emotion you could think of.

"I'll see you again, ok?" He pecked your forehead and went on his way, leaving you once again. At this point, you didn't want him to come back if he was gonna leave you again and do nothing to help you-you didn't want to see him again. He went one way and you went the other way.

Namjoon scrolled through his phone and looked up every few seconds as the chauffeur was driving him back to his base. He was coming from a meeting and it took a little longer than he would've liked. He looked out of his window and he had to take a double-take. He could have sworn he saw you at the counter in the convenience store.

"Stop the car." Namjoon pointed to the direction he wanted to go and the driver pulled into the alley. He got out and saw you walking out with your hands cozily in your pockets.

"Hello, Y/N. Now what're are you doing out here all by yourself?~" 

Someone hooked his arm with yours and you flinched, and hesitantly looked to the side to see those all too familiar dimples. 

Oh no. He found you. 

You didn't know what to do, you tried to pull away but he pulled you closer to turn you in the direction of the car. 

"Keep walking and don't make a scene because you're in for more trouble than you think." 

You painstakingly obliged with unsteady steps. The worst-case scenario was taking place now and you had no visible way out. He pushed you into the car and got in behind you.

"We can go," Namjoon instructed to the driver and they were off. You felt like your world was breaking apart piece by piece and you didn't know what to do besides stare at your lap in defeat. You were twiddling your sweating fingers and tears began to well in your eyes out of anxiety and fear of your nearing fate.

"Ah ah,” He tsked, “we can't have any of that.” You looked at him with a childlike pout on your face and he chuckled,  “You brought this upon yourself and now you have to pay for it, crying isn’t gonna help you." Namjoon was unfazed by your state, you disobeyed his order and you weren't going without a consequence. The driver pulled up and stopped abruptly. Namjoon got out and closed his door. You watched him walk around the front of the car and you panicked. You quickly slammed down the lock. Hoping it would delay your torture.

He smirked, holding up the keychain and pressing lightly.

*Beep* *Beep*

He opened the door and you scurried to the other side of the car but he lunged forward to grab you by your ankle.

"Ah! No!" You whined loudly and he started dragging you towards him despite your protests. 

"Stop it Y/N, you brought this upon yourself-" Namjoon spoke calmly but his nonchalant aura quickly changed to a frustrated one when you attempted to kick his hand away. He roughly grabbed your ankle and yanked you towards him. He was getting annoyed and his patience was obviously wearing thin.

"You don't want to know what I'm capable of, little girl, so I suggest you stop." 

"Fuck you."

You regretted those words as soon as they left your mouth. He let go of your ankles and stood up with an intimidating look in his eye.

“Huh...you probably shouldn't have said that.”

 Before you knew it he had you on your feet. He grabbed your wrist and quickly had you over his shoulder. He held you still by the back of your thighs and started walking. You barely processed it but you were uncomfortably over his shoulder and your first instinct was to fight back. 

“Hey! Put me down!” You pulled his shirt and flailed your legs like a child having a tantrum but he simply ignored you. 

When he walked inside with a girl over his shoulder people were bound to stare. You could hear the murmuring uproar of some people obviously whispering among themselves and you buried your face in the back of his shirt in mortification.

‘Isn’t that Jungkooks girl? Why is she with Namjoon?’ One man said to another.

‘Is she Namjoons? Who is she?’

Namjoon cleared his throat to catch their attention, “Mind your own business, boys.” with that they all diverted their eyes back to whatever they were doing previously. You couldn’t see where he was taking you but when you saw a desk you assumed it was his office. He didn’t close the door behind him so you tried to squirm off of his shoulder so you could make a run for it. Before you could make much progress he dug his slender fingers in the bottom of your inner thigh as your last warning.

“Ow!...” You squealed while kicking your leg on reflex. He walked over to his desk and eased you off of his shoulder. He was met with a childish expression, you knitted your brows and protruded your lips. 

“Stay right here and don’t move.” The air around him was nothing short of threatening so you decided not to test him right now. He peeked out the door and beckoned over someone walking by. “Send Tae in here,” Namjoon ordered and the man nodded before running off. The tension in the room was unbearable, you avoided eye contact with him even though he wasn’t paying you any mind.

“You called?” Taehyung peeked in and his eyes landed on you. He closed the door behind and looked at Namjoon for an explanation.

“Y/N here thought she could just get up and leave like we wouldn’t find out. So, I think she needs to be punished to remind her of her place, what’d you think?” Namjoon cooed, knowing by the grin and Tae’s face that they were on the same page. 

“Yeah, I think so...” He spoke with an odd almost creepy tone in his voice. And suddenly you remembered Jungkook warning you about him and how he “breaks people”; you had a feeling you'd be experiencing what he meant by that very soon. Namjoon stalked over to you and looked down at you, you swallowed thickly.

"Now you're gonna stay in that room and wait for him to start, do you understand?" You nodded slowly and Namjoon moved out of the way so you could go. Tae glanced down at you when you passed him as you grudgingly walked towards the room you were directed to.

Your hands were shaking uncontrollably and you forced your self to appear somewhat calm. You peeked into the dimly lit room and hesitantly walked inside, there was an eerie vibe in this room and the table with straps where there would be arms and legs; the sight of it gave you chills. There was a small table with bottles filled with liquid, lighters, daggers, needles and other odd instruments. You stood nervously in the middle of the room, awaiting Tae's arrival.

"Sit up on the table."

You jumped skittishly when Taehyung suddenly emerged from behind the door. Your nerves were very much apparent and Tae couldn't help but smile at the thought of your ignorance towards this. You went and sat on the table with your hands in your lap sweating. He brought a few white towels and sat them on the table for whatever reason. Tae came over and helped you put your legs on the table and he led you to lie down. You laid on the down and your heart was beating out of your chest; you felt like you were gonna pass out. 

"Relax a little bit..." He soothed, although it did nothing to calm your nerves. He gently pushed down your arms and strapped your wrists down to the hard surface. You looked down to see he did the same thing to your ankles. Suddenly you heard the gentle tap of water and you narrowed your brow in confusion. 

"Ok, let’s get started."

[citrusrei]

Iridescent 03.

JB - GOT7 FALLOUT!AU SYNOPSIS: A new friend arrives, leaving Trig questioning the sanctity of this expedition. GENRE: Angst, Suggestive Themes. WORD COUNT: 7.8k

*THIS SERIES CONTAINS MATURE THEMES INCLUDING VIOLENCE, WEAPONS, MENTIONS OF DEATH, BLOOD, AND UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATIONS. 

Chapter: 01. 02.

The Sun was high in the sky by now, burning as bright as ever. The clouds were minimal and the sky was a gorgeous shade of light blue. The streets you walked were cracked and different sorts of plant life grew from them. It was almost noon, according to your pip-boy.  

Trig led the both of you down some long roads with no twists, until you could see a large body of water in the distance. Your eyes widened as you saw the deep blue hues getting closer and closer and when you finally thought you were close enough, you broke out into a sprint.

You ran past Jackson and past Trig, leaving both of them in a state of confusion and checking their surroundings to see if what you had ran from was another enemy.  

Your body met a cold, metal bar, the only barrier between you and whatever this was. A lake? An ocean? A sea? Your heart raced at the sight. It scared you that you couldn't see to the other side and you wondered how deep it was and what might be living in said depths. The water went on for what seemed to be an eternity. The blue sky touched the blue water and the waves crashed against the barrier beneath you, causing a scent you'd never smelled before to flood its way through your nostrils, leaving its imprint on your memory. And in that moment, you were in Heaven.

"Lake Michigan." A voice said from behind you. You cocked your head only slightly to see that it was Trig. Jackson finally caught up to you two, a huffing mess as he bent over trying to regain his breath.

"So it's a lake then." You mused, turning your gaze back to the view before you. You smiled softly as you felt the freezing droplets graze your face from the heavy waves crash.  

"It's so beautiful." You hummed, tightening your grip on the bar in front of you, your emotions getting the better of you.  

In only a few hours, you'd experienced more than you ever have in the past 18 years of your life. From escaping, to almost being killed twice, to seeing the sun for the first time, to almost being killed again, and now this. You couldn't help but to let a tear or two fall.  

Trig watched you for only a few seconds before turning and scanning the area, thankfully he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, which he was grateful for. For some reason he wanted you to have this moment. Even though he'd only met you and Jackson a few hours ago, it seemed as though it was constantly slipping his mind that you'd lived in a Vault your entire life. So to you, even small things like this mattered and he found himself jealous of your innocence.

"Jackson! Isn't is amazing?" You sniffled, wiping your eyes at once. Jackson rushed over to you and latched his arm around yours in an attempt to comfort you. You shook your head as you grinned up to him and Trig felt a sharp pang in his chest. It was clear to him that you and Jackson were in love and he mentally scolded himself for even feeling that slight jealousy that decided to stay and linger for a while.

"Ahem," He interrupted, causing you and Jackson to face him, "We should keep moving. It'll take nearly a week to get there."  

Trig turned on his heel and continued down the sidewalk against the water. "Wait!" You said, catching up to him.  

"Is there any way I could, maybe, touch the water?"  

Trig squinted his eyes, but reminded himself that you're not used to the outside world and what was a do and what was a don't.  

"Do you want your hand to fall off?" He sighed, "the water is radiated. I'm not sure how much but I don't have any Rad-X or Radaway so, I think you'd rather not touch it."

"Oh." Was all you said in response, genuinely disappointed that you more than likely wouldn't ever be able to truly get the experience of swimming in such a big body of water, considering most of them were probably radiated as well.

Trig's heart leaped at your disappointed face and for some reason, he felt as though he would have done anything in that moment to take the water's radiation away just so you could have another one of your moments.

However, as quickly as the thought entered, he pushed it right back out. Thoughts like that were not welcome in his mind and it scared him to think that he could getting weak in any way. He couldn't wait to get to that reservation. But even then, he couldn't help but to try and appease you.

"There's a small part of a lake that neighbors Lake Michigan called Lake Superior. It's clean. They have some kind of rotary device they use to keep the water rads free. Maybe one day you and your boyfriend over there could go and see it." Trig moved his body away from yours once again, and started his way back down the path.  

"That's the second time you've said that. Jackson isn't my boyfriend," You laughed, causing Trig's ears to perk up, "we grew up together. He's my best friend."

You knew you didn't have to explain yourself to him, but still, you did. You usually didn't care when people would mistake Jackson for your boyfriend. Like back in the Vault when elders would compliment you both on how beautiful a couple you made. All you'd do was smile and nod, even laugh sometimes, always agreeing with them. But in reality, you'd never thought about Jackson in that light. Or anyone, really.  

"Oh, my mistake then." Was all he said as he continued walking to wherever he was set on.

"Hey, w-where are we heading?" Jackson asked nervously. Trig's mouth pursed, tired of the constant interruptions. Couldn't you all just walk with no questions asked?

"Where do you think we're going?" He hissed, "To the Reservation."

Jackson instantly shut up at the harsh tone, regretting ever asking to begin with.  

-

After a while, you all made it back to the main road and continued on what you assumed to be the longest walk you'd ever been on in your life. All you wanted was a break, was that too much to ask for?  

"Hey, Trig?" You huffed, your legs already feeling the burn. He sighed before turning to face you, "Yes?"

"Can we please take a break? We're from a Vault, so we don't have the strongest of leg musc- Oh my goodness the Vault." You gasped, interrupting yourself.

The Vault. Vault 099. The sole reason you'd left your Vault to begin with. How could you have forgotten about the most important detail in this escapade of yours?

"Jackson. Fuck, we forgot about the Vault! We can't go to the Reservation yet!" Jackson's eyes widened, realizing that he too had forgotten about it.  

"What do you mean you can't go to the Reservation yet?" Trig chimed in, stepping a little closer to you.  

Just by the looks of it, you could tell he was getting irritated. He did the thing with his jaw again and you made it a mental note that that was something he did when he was upset. His face turned darker shades of red each second you ignored his question, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer.  

The deal was for him to take you to some Reservation, not join along with the duo of misfits in search of a potentially non-existent Vault.

"Is someone going to answer me!?" He screamed, causing you and Jackson to visibly flinch.

"Uh, yeah... about this whole Reservation thing..." You began, scolding yourself from forgetting such an important detail. But you couldn't have helped it. Today had already been so eventful, it seemed to easily slip from your mind.  

"Do you think, we could maybe put off the Reservation thing a couple of days?" Trig's eyes shot open, the veins bulging from his forehead and neck and you could have swore he was going to kill you then and there.

"Put it off?! For what?!" He was livid, which soured your mood. Why was he getting so mad? Couldn't he just have a normal conversation with you about this without blowing a gasket?  

"Whoa, calm down first buddy." You sighed, raising your hands in an attempt to relieve some tension.

"Calm down?! Calm down!" He huffed, "You ask me to escort you to this Reservation- meaning it'd be a waste of my time! You're burdening me- I'm going out of my way for you, and you suddenly ask me if we can put it off a couple of days?" He was right. He was doing this on his own time, which you were grateful for, but this was important, well in your opinion.  

"Look," You began, "We're looking for something. It was the reason we left the Vault to being with. It's something that would benefit you too!"

Trig raised his eyebrows slightly, still attempting to cool down his temper. He crossed his arms over his chest before continuing, "Oh yeah? And what could that be?"

You looked up to Jackson who urged you to continue. "A Vault. We're looking for a Vault." Trig sighed again, bringing a hand to his head and coursing it through his dark locks.  

"Okay? There's a lot of Vaults around here. Which one?"  

"Vault 099."

Shock sketched its way onto Trig's features before the corners of his lips contorted upwards, and soon enough he was laughing.  

"Vault 099? What are you, a child?" He howled, obviously getting a kick out this.  

"Yes, Vault 099. Why? Have you heard of it?" Trig doubled over, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. The smug grin plastered onto his face, sent a pool of heat to bubble in your throat and you had to hold yourself back from kicking him in the throat.

"Have I heard of it? Of course! You'd had to have lived under a rock not to know about Vault 099, even then, I'm sure you'd still know of it."  

"So you know where it is then!" You beamed, your eyes gleaming as you hoped Trig knew just where this Vault lied.

"It's not real, sweetheart. It's a child's tale. We'd heard of it even back in the Mojave when I was a kid. This whole mysterious Vault no one knew the location of, said to hold your wildest dreams and fantasies. They said it was somewhere by New Vegas and then as I made my way here I'd heard of it being somewhere in Oklahoma and then St. Louis and even in Boston. So, sorry to burst your bubble, but it's merely a myth."  

Trig's revelation had your thoughts in a whirl. Was he telling the truth? Or was he only saying it wasn't real to keep you on the move to the Reservation? It had to have existed. Thoughts flashed back to the childhood legends that were whispered about during your school days. Some classmates claiming that their ancestors knew people who lived in the Vault, and stories of it thriving. Maybe you were gullible, following old wive’s tales blindly, but it didn’t sit right with you.

"I don't believe you." You whispered, causing Trig's eyebrows to knit together.

"Oh? Are you that dumb? It's not real. Get it through your thick skull and let's get back to walking. This break has been long enough."

He said he'd heard rumors all over the country of its whereabouts, meaning that it more than likely did exist somewhere. Since finding this Vault was your number one priority since the beginning, you decided he could wait a few days to take you and Jackson to the Reservation, whether he liked it or not.

"Trig." You spat. "If there's rumors of it being around the whole country, that means it has to exist somewhere, right? A few days won't hurt any. Let's look. If we don't find it, we'll go to the Res, okay?"

Trig's eyes widened at you again. He was truly astounded you were this stubborn even when the facts were before you.

"Exactly. The whole country! What makes you think it's here in Old Chicago? Also what makes you think that it just wasn't gossip? Gossip travels quickly these days."

Your eyes traveled from his eyes to his feet and back to his eyes again. You didn't know. You didn't know if it was in the city now, you didn't know if it was a lie and you didn't know why you remained so adamant on finding it. All you knew was that you felt as though you needed to. It wasn't about the dumb bet you made with Jackson or wanting to prove Trig wrong. You just needed to. It was your only hope. You knew your chances of surviving out here were slim, I mean, you only knew Vault life and yours was broken down and rusty! Imagine what you could do in a luxury Vault!

"I don't know, okay. But please, a few more days. Please? Please, please, please, pl-" 

"Stop! I hate it when you say please, fuck." He hissed.

Trig shut his eyes tightly, holding the bridge of his nose as he thought for a couple of seconds. Your nerves were shot, but at this point you really didn’t have anything to lose. If he didn’t agree, fuck him, you will look by yourself.

Trig sighed, wincing slightly before speaking, "Fuck. Fine. I'll give you a few days. And that's. It. Got it? When you don't find it,-"  

"If." You interrupted, causing him to sigh once again. 

"If... you don't find it. We're leaving. No questions asked and no more fucking please's." You nodded quickly, sending a bright smile up to the sour puss in front of you.  

"Alright, where do we look?" He huffed, coursing his dirtied fingers through his hair.

"All I know about the location is that it's said to be 'hidden in knowledge, canopied in coal."

Trig groaned. He was very clearly not happy with the situation at hand, to which you felt somewhat sad, as you could understand his defiance. You didn't really want to burden him, but after everything that had gone down this morning, he was the only way you and Jackson could make it. You really needed him.

"That's what they used to say in the Mojave. Trust me, people have been looking for this for years; decades, maybe even centuries... This is such a waste." Trig looked up to you and then to Jackson and uttered a small, "Let's go."

After wandering for who knows how long, the sun was finally setting. Of course, your interest peaked. You found a new love this morning; the sunrise. Your lover was bidding adieu, causing you to turn your head to the deep lilac and salmon hues that blended perfectly with the royal blues and blacks and you sighed, appreciating every second spent out of that damned Vault. You were with your best friend and some rascally stranger who served as a temporary protector. You were grateful and you were alive.  

Your gaze fell from the sky to the two men before you. Jackson was busy looking through some abandoned cardboard box, placing it's components to the side of it. But then your eyes met his. He'd already been looking at you when your attention switched to him. His eyebrows raised ever so slightly and he swallowed hard, turning his head towards Jackson, muttering a Hey, what are you doing over there?

But you paid no mind to his obvious stares. It was clear to you he had no feelings of attraction towards you and that it was purely out of curiosity. He more than likely had never met a person who lived in a Vault their whole life, and now he was with two. A double jackpot of sorts. He was only interested in that aspect of you, or rather, that's what you told yourself.

You couldn't help it though. The quick glances or even the prolonged stares you been sending him the entire day. How could you stop yourself when that leather jacket of his fit his body perfectly, hugging each and every one of his curves and divets. Or those black jeans. Those tight, worn down, ripped jeans that fit snuggly around his muscular thighs. The sight nearly had you drooling. You'd even noticed the two beauty marks directly below his left eyebrow and your heart clenched at the thought of something to unique and personal to him. Never in your 18 years of life had you seen a man who looked like Trig. Someone so confident, someone so tactical. You strived to be like him. And that's what you convinced yourself this was. This wasn't any kind of love or lust, no, this was just admiration and only that. Right?

"I'm just looking, I suppose. Just some stimpacks and this... what is this?" He asked, holding up a syringe filled with a greenish liquid taped to a vile of sorts.

"Ah," Trig began, taking the item from his hand, "Ever heard of chems before?"   You and Jackson shook your head. You were coming from a Vault that never had any access to the outside let alone these things called chems. "No, what are they?"

"It's a stimulant. Like, drugs? But they're recreational. This is psycho. Probably one of the more powerful ones out there. Don't inject it."

Drugs? You'd never been around any kind of drugs besides medicinal ones and unfortunately, your curiosity got the better of you. You rushed over to Trig, snatching the syringe from him and studying the contents.  

"Hey! Be careful with that! You don't know who's used this last. Don't go prickin' yourself with it. We might have to cut off your fingers." He joked, but you could still sense some seriousness in his voice.  

"I won't prick myse- oh, my god." You gasped, accidentally poking the tip of your pointer finger, drawing a single droplet of blood.

Jackson's eyes shot open, stumbling to the wall to catch himself before he could pass out. Trig sighed, closing his eyes as your stuffed your wounded finger into your mouth, sucking away any excess blood.  

"Trig, what do I do!?" You mumbled, finger still between your teeth.  

Trig bent down, grabbing the army knife from his boot and grabbing your hand from your mouth.  

"We have to cut it off." Your eyes went wide as you snatched it back, cradling the finger that trickled another drop.

"You're joking, right? Right?!" Trig shook his head, reaching to grab your hand once again and despite the fear coursing through your veins of your finger being seconds away from being cut off, you could have swore you felt electricity zap through the skin where Trig's fingers grazed.

"Nope, this is no joking matter. We have to cut it off before it gets infected. Now give it to me" He said, snatching it back with a tighter grip. Trig laid the sharp side of the blade against your shaking finger as he looked into your eyes, causing his throat to close up momentarily.

"O-Okay, ready?" He said, Jackson on the ground at this point fanning himself meekly.

"N-no! There has t-to be some other way right?" You screeched, still attempting to pull your finger back but to no avail.

"Nope! Okay, one..." You closed your eyes tightly, tears threatening to spill.

"Two..." Jackson attempted to shout, but his voice failed him as he finally finds himself unconscious.

"Three!"  

Then, you braced yourself for the inevitable. Your finger was about to be cut off. You'll forever be known as that fingerless-vault-girl. The girl who had to accidentally get her finger chopped off because of how much of a klutz she is and pricked her finger with a dirty needle. How embarrassing.

You wait for the searing pain and then you wait some more. And then a little more, and just a bit more. Until you feel nothing.  

Slowly, you peep one eye open just to see the black haired man grinning down to you, his eyes in those gorgeous half-moons.  

You scratch the gorgeous part when you realize his shoulders bobbing up and down, and a giggle escapes his lips. He retracts the knife in a full out laugh, stuffing it back into his boot and you hold every part of yourself back from jumping him.

"You were joking this entire time?!" You howled, pushing him away from you as you made your way to Jackson.

"Haha! The look on your face! 'There has to be another way!' Gold." You glared at him, shaking Jackson awake and he questioned if your finger was still attached. You nodded, explaining to him what had just happened. Jackson chuckled lightly, awkwardly glancing up to Trig who was still grinning from ear to ear.

"You're... an asshole." You whispered the last part causing Trig to laugh again.

"You got it, Babe. Don't forget it. On the plus side, you're finger is fine. It's not a big deal. Let's get moving." He said, and turned to continue down the street you were currently on.

"(Y/N)… Maybe we should just go off by ourselves. This guy seems unstable." Jackson hushed. You knitted your eyebrows together as you shook your head, "We can't. We'll die without him. Even though I don’t like his style of joking."  

You stood up, offering your hand to Jackson who took it immediately, "Let's just go."

Trig wasn't very thorough in his search. He'd occasionally open trashcans, maybe kick over a box or something too. Every time you'd mention it was probably better to look inside the buildings, he'd shoot it down saying that they'd been swept clean a long time ago and that if anything of the sort was actually in there, someone would have found it by now.

"Hey!" You yelled up to Trig who was currently looking through some random dumpster on the road. He hummed back.

"Maybe we should go look here. The Athenaeum Theater? This flyer looks pretty new."

Trig made his way back to you, snatching the piece of dirty paper from your hands. He squinted his eyes, a hard breath escaping from his nostrils before crumbling the paper up and throwing it in a different direction.

"No." Was his only response as he went back to the dumpster.  

You ran over to pick up the crumbled piece of parchment and smoothed it out to the best of your abilities. The address wasn't far from here. Just up the road a bit.  

"Why not? This place could hold a Vault, maybe." Trig turned back to you, an empty look showcased on his handsome features. Handsome? Wait.

"I mean, you could go check it out. But I couldn't... and Jacky Boy here couldn't either."

"Why... not?" Your eyebrows furrowed. What was he talking about?

"Ever heard of the Cosmic Birds?" Trig asked, the two of you shook your heads.

"They're a group of gunslingin' girls. Girls who hate men. Hate isn't even a strong enough word. Maybe... despise? Loath? Whatever. They don't do men. We shouldn't even be walking on this street for much longer."

Your eyes widened. A group of badass women with guns? What would be cooler than that? Cosmic Birds... Even their name was cool.

Trig could see the stars aligning in your eyes as he explained what they were and panic set into him. 'Is she a lesbian?' He thought. 'No way. She couldn't be, right? Well she could. Not that I care anyways. She can be whatever she wants to be. Has she had a boyfriend before? Maybe a girlfriend? Would it be too forward to ask?'

"Uh, Trig?" Your voice shook him of his thoughts and he cleared his throat before speaking.

"U-Um, it's just not accessible, so don't get any ideas." You pouted up to him and he turned as quickly as possible, heading down a different street and away from the Athenaeum Theater.

"C'mon!" He shouted back, and you both followed.

After a while, the three of you ended up on some street named Sheffield. The area seemed nice enough, although you doubted there would be a Vault lying anywhere around here. But then again, it definitely could be somewhere you'd never expect.

"How about we look in those old apartments over there?" Trig offered. Jackson nodded and followed close behind, but you stayed back as something caught your eye.

"Hey Trig, is that... is that a person?" In the distance you could see a man running straight towards you. He looked young. Dirty brown hair swaying in the wind dramatically. His overalls hung around his waist, showing a dirtied wife beater underneath. Gloves hung out of his pocket and he ran in heavy work boots. Trig pushed you aside as he stepped in front of you, taking out his 9mm and pointing it directly at the brown haired man.

"Stop right there!" He shouted, gripping the gun as tight as possible. But the man kept running.  

"I'll shoot you! Don't think I will!" Even then, he kept running. That's when you saw it. The large green mass and its ticking weapon in its hand. A mini nuke.

"Trig," You breathed, "I think we have to run." Trig looked away from the man who ran down the alleyway right next to you. Jackson found your side, clinging to you.  

When Trig realized just what it was, his gun raised again, aiming straight for the explosive the beast held in its hand, it's beeping getting closer and closer, sending chills down your spine.  

"Step back!" He yelled, and you both obliged, heading to the alley the man had run to previously.

"What is that!" Jackson huffed, holding on to you as he attempted to catch his breath.  

"It's- it's called a Super Mutant. But this one is a Suicider." The brown haired man breathed.

"A what?!" You screamed. Was Trig going to be okay? You turned your head towards the opening of the alley to see him ready to shoot.

Trig steadied his aim and took a breath. The mutant would let the bomb explode shortly and he knew he had to act fast. He counted down quickly and with a quick pull of the trigger, he shot the nuke.

He jumped back, hiding behind a rusted car as the beast was blown to pieces. Your eyes widened as you saw the blast, thankfully far enough away to stay clear of any mess that the explosion would have made. The mini mushroom cloud slowly made itself known and it was something that would forever be imprinted in your memory. It was as if it were a mini reflection of what had happened all those years ago, except all over the world and more than just a super mutant was the victim.

After all was done, Trig moved from behind the car and made his way to alley, dusting off his leather jacket as he saw you.

"You alright?" He asked. You nodded slowly, but at this point, you were emotionally drained and all you wanted to do was take a curl up in a ball and sleep until 2310.  

"Yeah, I'm okay. You?" He nodded curtly, his eyes switching from you to the stranger. He felt like he'd seen this guy before, if only he could place it.

"Yeah, I'm okay too guys. It's no big deal!" Jackson howled, closing his eyes as he rested against a wall.

"Who are you?" Trig spoke lowly. The brown haired man looked up. Fear danced in his eyes and he was physically shaking. Instantly, you sympathized.

"Hey, it's okay. You're safe now." You whispered as you walked over to him, gently rubbing his arm in a way to calm him. Trig was immediately on guard, stepping forward to grab you back but deciding against it. He thought you were crazy. How could you act like this with a man who you don't know anything about. He could be a psychopath for all you knew.

The brown haired man sighed, his eyes welled up with tears before quickly wiping them away.

"Sorry, I don't know why I'm crying. That was just a lot. My name's Mark." You grabbed his hand and smiled to him, gently rubbing your thumb over his. Trig noticed instantly, and he scoffed at the sight. All of a sudden he remembered. He'd seen this guy at a compound a few cities away a couple of weeks back. He winced at the memory and folded his arms over his chest, attempting to rid himself of it. Let's just say, it wasn't a happy one.

"Nice to meet you Mark. I'm (Y/N) and this is Jackson and Trig." Trig's eyes widened at your naivety and he figured this is what Jackson felt like when you told him your names earlier.  

"Hey! What did I tell you earlier? Don't talk to anyone. And now you're telling people our names?!" He yelled, "This guy could be just trying to decieve you and when you turn your back, he'll stab you in it!" Mark's eyes widened at the accusations, his hold on your hand tightening.

"I would never do that. I know people who are monsters, and I am not one of them." He mumbled, defeated. Mark was honestly offended that this man could ever assume something like that. But then again, he knew where he was coming from; a little too well.

"Trig, was it? Do I know you from somewhere?" Mark asked. Trig's eyes widened for a mere second before returning back to normal and he shook his head solemnly.  

"No, I've never seen you before."

You sensed a little tension in the air and your eyebrow quirked at Trig's tone. But, you decided to not pay attention and change the subject, "So, Mark," you began, "are you traveling with anyone?" He winced at your innocent question, but still the wounds were pretty raw.

"N-No. I'm alone."

"Well, great! Why don't you travel with us?" Before Mark could answer, Trig stepped in.

"No, that's not going to happen."

"Why not?" You whined, firmly holding on to Mark's arm.

"Because, I already have to watch after you two! I'm not taking in another newbie who doesn't know how to handle himself." You frowned at his harsh words but somehow still agreed with him. He was looking after you and Jackson for the time being, adding another person to the mix more than likely wouldn't work out well.

"Actually," Mark started, "I know how to take care of myself just fine. I can wield a weapon or whatever." Your eyes widened as you looked to Trig with a grin on your face.  

"You see! He can take care of himself! We just need to get him a weapon." Trig was clearly set on no, but those damn puppy dog eyes you looked at him with always seemed to make him break down.  

A few seconds after deliberating with himself, he asked, "Do you know how to use a machine gun?" And Mark's eyes lit up. He nodded saying, "Anything like that is my specialty."

So, Trig handed the gun over to Mark who slung it around his shoulder. "Thank you." He muttered. Trig just looked away.

The sun had completely set by now. The only light came from yours and Jackson's Pip-Boy and the moon. With heavy eyelids, your gaze drifted towards the sky. The blues and blacks swam together, blending into a deeper shade of midnight. Touches of grays infused their way into sky, symbolizing smoke tendrils that waved and weaved in various patterns. However beautiful you thought the Moon was, you decided you'd always be a fan of the Sun more.

Trig watched you from behind as your head looked up to the stars. In that moment, he thanked the moon for its pale yet radiant light that accented your skin perfectly. The shades of blue coming from the sky to the color of your Vault suit suited you so amazingly well that Trig thought he'd need an inhaler sooner or later. A tint of rose came to his cheeks as his eyes traveled over your body. He noted the subtle yet dangerous curves of your waist, to the length of your hair, to the perfect proportions of your profile. He knew he shouldn't have been staring and he shouldn't have been having these thoughts of you, but he couldn't help it.

"Trig." A voice snapped him awake from his daydream, instantly souring his mood.

"What." He spat. Mark huffed in response, "Maybe we should find some place to stay for the night. (Y/N)'s up there walking like a zombie and Jackson literally almost just fell over 'cause of how tired he is."

Trig nodded as he looked around the area you were in. Numerous buildings lined the streets and he was sure at least some contained beds.

"Let's try this building right here." He said, walking over to the steps and turning the door knob with ease.

Once the lot of you were inside, Trig shut and locked the door. The interior was run down, and the walls were chipped and decaying but it was only a one night thing so you all figured it was okay.

The building turned out to be a small house. The front door led to an immediate staircase which was split off from the hallway that led to a bathroom, the kitchen and a living room. Just to be safe, you all decided it was better to stick together in a group rather than to split up and search the house, so first floor it was.  

The bathroom on the first floor was small, only containing a sink and broken toilet making it unusable. The living room had a tattered love seat and a torn couch with a coffee table and blown out TV. It was small and even though it was broke down, it was cozy. The kitchen was small as well, the black and white checkered floors being the focal point. It had all the basic amenities such as stove, fridge, sink, all besides the sink also unusable.  

"I'm so hungry." Jackson said and you nodded along, your stomach rumbling right as he said it.

"We should check the cabinets, maybe no one has looted this house yet." Said Mark, as he went to open the cupboard. Trig scoffed, a smirk finding his lips, "You really think a house in the middle of the city hasn't been raided ye-"

"Bingo!" Mark smiled, pulling out a few cans of cram, two boxes of fancy lad snacks and two bags of potato crisps.  

Your eyes lit up and your mouth watered at the sight of food. All of them you nor Jackson had had before.

"Not the healthiest of options but, they'll have to do." Mark said as he opened a can of cram. "I wonder if they have any spoons."

"Try the fridge! Maybe they have something to drink!" You yelled, excited that you were about to eat for the first time in over 24 hours.

"I know you guys got lucky with the cabinets but do you really think there will be any drinks in the fri-"

"Water and Nuka Cola!" Mark yelled happily, shutting Trig up instantly. You and Jackson laughed as you searched for utensils, finding spoons and passing them out to everyone.

"Let's just eat one of each tonight, so we'll have food for tomorrow." Mark suggested, everyone agreed and began chowing down.

You stuck your spoon in the can of mystery meat, only grabbing a small bit just to taste. Mark watched you warily.

"You don't like cram?" He said, stuffing his face with a handful of crisps. You shook your head.

"Ah, I don't know if I like it. I've never had it before. Neither has Jackson." Mark's eyes widened as he spoke with food in his mouth, "Never?! How have you survived out here without eating cram?" You, Trig and Jackson all gave each other knowing looks, leaving an awkward silence, but you were the one to break it.

"Well, Jackson and I have lived in a Vault our whole life. We actually only got out this morning..."

Mark's eyes bugged out his head, choking on the crisps he was munching on. "So you've seriously lived there your whole life? Which Vault?"  

"Vault 83. The one in Wrigley Field." Jackson answered. Mark nodded as he swallowed, "I thought that one was empty though."

"That's what Trig thought too." You laughed, eyeing the small ball of cram on the spoon. "What's in it?"  

"Uh, no one really knows..." Mark muttered, taking a bite from the can.

Well, here goes nothing.  

You placed the spoon in your mouth and instantly you were met with a strong salt flavor and maybe some metal causing your gag reflex to kick in and spit it out.

"Ah! It's so salty!" Your face soured, causing Mark and Jackson so laugh at you. Even Trig let out a small smile, grabbing one of the fancy lad snacks.

"Here's some water. Do you not like salt?"  

"It's not that I don't like it, but that's so much! My vault taste buds aren't used to that much. And Jackson you shouldn't even be laughing either! Try some!" You put your spoon in the small metal container, grabbing a slightly bigger piece than yours while Jackson protested about how much you were getting.

"Open your mouth." Jackson stayed tight lipped, even when you were attempting to push through with the spoon.

Mark made his way over to Jackson quietly, poking him in the side which cause his mouth to fly open. Swiftly you shoved the spoon into Jackson's mouth and almost instantly he gagged, spitting it out just as you had.

"See! It's salty." Jackson downed some of the water. His face looked as though he'd just been hit by semi-truck and it was turning green. "I think I'm going to hurl." You pointed to the bathroom and he ran off while you decided to go ahead and try another one of the snacks; The Fancy Lad cakes.

"I'm guessing these are sweet?" You said, eyeing Trig who was going for his second package of the cake. He nodded, ripping the plastic off the small pastry and taking a huge bite.

"It's like cake with crème and strawberry in the middle." He hummed, his cheeks full of food.

"Strawberry?" You asked, unwrapping the treat and eyeing it. It looked appetizing and the smell was great. You couldn't place it however, but still, your mouth watered.

"You don't know what a strawberry is?" Mark asked. You shook your head, looking up to him.

"The only food we had in the vault was this 'nutritional' cracker and meat gravy. We didn't have the best diet plan, haha..." You laughed half-heartedly.

"Well it makes sense as to why you don't like this then," Mark said, pointing to the can of cram before stuff his mouth with another bite of it, "Try that though, maybe you'll like sweet."

Trig finished the second cake and reached for a couple of crisps, all of his attention on you. Jackson finally returned from spewing probably nothing beside bile considering he hadn't ate in a while. He looked rough as he took a seat next to you on one of the bar stools by the counter, laying his head into his hands and groaning. You paid him no mind as this is what you were used to; Jackson acting like a big baby whenever he felt sick. Instead, you finally garnered enough courage to take a bite of the small pastry. Your teeth sunk into the soft yet crumbly cake which was met with a soft middle. Your eyes widened in amazement. It was delicious. You closed your eyes savoring the sweet yet somewhat tart taste to it. This was it, you thought. I'm never going back to vault food.

"Good?" You heard Mark ask, you could tell he was grinning. All you could do was nod, taking another bite.  

Jackson's interest piqued at your reaction and he swallowed hard, his stomach growling. "Jackson," you began, taking another bite and humming, "you need to try this."  

Jackson hurriedly reached for the box that only contained two more cakes, grabbing one and quickly unwrapping it as if he were some wild animal. To be fair, you could tell he was starving, especially since he'd just thrown up whatever food he had left in his system. He took a bite and widened his eyes, looking from the cake to you and you just smiled at him.  

"Well, it looks like the Vault Dwellers like Fancy Lad." Trig laughed, offering the last one to Mark who declined it.  

"Suit yourself." He mumbled, opening the wrapper and devouring the small dessert.

After your "dinner", the lot of you went and checked upstairs. It had two bedrooms and a bathroom. The bathroom was the same as the 1st floor one except for the fact that it had a shower and the toilet wasn't broken, but with no running water, it was useless. Only one of the bedrooms had a usable bed, the other one bent and broken, missing one of it’s legs. So the boys decided (after some protests from Trig) that you'd get the bed and they'd sleep on the couches downstairs even though one of them would have to sleep on the floor. Thankfully it was quite warm outside so you didn't need any blankets, not that the building had any to offer either way.

The room was the same as the rest of the house. The walls were peeling and had holes through them. The floors reaked of mildew and you wondered why they would until you saw the giant puncture wound in the ceiling. At least the bed is comfy, you thought and then sighed, hoping it wouldn't rain tonight.

Downstairs, the boys made themselves at home. Trig on the big couch, Jackson on the love seat, and Mark on the floor. He had offered it himself, saying how he didn't mind plus it was the least he could do since they let him join their "team", as he put it. Mark leaned up against everyone's bags and quickly fell asleep, while Jackson laid still, too scared to move and wanting to fall asleep as fast as possible. Trig however, stayed awake.  

He was always on edge as it was. Surrounding himself with new people- new, strange people, was something he'd never though he'd do. It was always him by himself. Even in the Mojave. He'd been alone. Maybe this was why he was so quick to say yes to them. An exercise of sorts, something to make him grow as a person. However, it'd been less than 24 hours though, and he was already regretting it. It seemed like where ever you went, danger followed.  

It started with the Deathclaw and then the gang of raiders. Then you'd all waltzed into Cosmic Bird territory, him not even paying attention to where you were going as he was too distracted at your curiosity. Don't even get him started on the Super Mutant.  

As he recalled the day, the only culprit to his misfortunes he could draw up was you. If it weren't for you and that damned scaredy cat, he wouldn't have been in all this mess. He'd be finishing up what he intended to do, living in the lap of luxury. But thanks to you, it'd have to wait. As Trig's eyes drifted shut, he felt himself grow bitter and in the morning, he'd break the news to you. He's not going to help you find Vault 099 anymore. It was a child's game. No way in hell would you have found that. It's not even real. So, Trig had decided and it was final. 

Either he took you to the reservation, or he was leaving.

AN: So, Mark has been introduced! Hopefully you all like his character so far! Leave me feedback or your opinions on the chapter! We’ll see what happens in the next one  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Will Trig actually tell the gang of his plans? Or will he chicken out? Also, if he does, how will (Y/N) react? *cue dramatic music*