#got7 supernatural au

[moccahobi]

Buried Truths [Chapter 3]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count:  6.7k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: Whoot! This has been my first finished series in a while! I am so thankful to have been able to write it and post it so close together. I hope to have more series and fics up soon (other than AFBTTYA) but also AFBTTYA is my top priority atm and this series took me roughly a year to make. It twas so fun to make though!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala​ for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 2 < Masterlist 

You must’ve played with her for a long while but you don't fully remember. In fact, the next thing you remembered was two people struggling to carry you down the stairs, exhaustion seeping from every pore of your body. You felt like a rag doll limply lolling around as they moved. Pain was simmering in every part of your body and your ankle hurt 100x more than before. 

“Hyung. I understand that you don’t want to break anything… but we need to fucking go. She was… I don’t know. She was saying some strange stuff. Scary stuff. I-” Bambam was one of the people carrying you. He panted as he spoke, struggling to talk and carry you at the same time. 

You should get up… 

“I don’t think it is a concussion. I think it was ghosts! She’s possessed. Saying ‘Appa says I can’t leave’ and other scary nonsensical shit.” 

Yugyeom was the other person carrying you.

Jinyoung, nor Youngjae, nor Jackson came to help you.

You should get up…

“That sounds like we need to worry about head trauma… We need to go.” Jinyoung said, worry evident in his voice… he still cares about you. 

“Permission to break a window now?” Mark asked.

Jackson sighed, “Fine… but let's do one in the kitchen where I can try to claim it was robbers or some shit.” 

You imagine they set out for that, the sound of glass shattering and people continuing to move… but you didn’t lift your head or open your eyes or anything.

You should get up…

You were lifted up and set on a hard surface.

You should get up…

All the sudden, searing pain roared through your body as if someone had lit your nerves on fire, forcing a scream out of you from the sheer pain of it all. You thrashed around, trying by any means to rid yourself of the pain. With a loud THUMP,  you fell on to the floor, sparking another wave of searing pain emanating from your arm. No one could contain you as the scream tore up your vocal chords and the shattered glass ripped your skin open. 

The house was screaming too, shaking some pain off of itself as well. A loud crash came from the main space you were currently as the cabinets rattled angrily. 

People were screaming in fear or pain or anger or something, you couldn’t tell, your ears ringing and mind fuzzy. By the time your body had calmed down again, you were laying on the uneven ground of the main space again. The chair you were sitting in earlier was shattered along with the railing leading up to the second floor. 

Jinyoung was looking at your leg, a worried expression on his face as he examined something. Others were sitting around you, panting and staring worriedly. 

“Will she be ok, hyung?” Bambam asked, wincing as he took a look at your leg.

You groaned and tried to sit up, only for Youngjae to stop you with a shake of his head, “You’ll be ok, Y/n-ah but please rest a bit more until we know how to get out of here. You’re hurt enough as it is.”

Confusion swelled in you at that. Sure, you were sore but hurt? Maybe it made sense with how much pain you were in. You nodded and looked around before speaking, “What happened? What’s wrong with me?”

“Well… I think it’s safe to assume you have a concussion and possibly a broken elbow.” Jinyoung started and sighed, “And I think you have a burn on your ankle… but I am really struggling to believe what I am seeing.”

Your heartbeat picked up as he spoke. What the hell happened?

“It looks like a handprint, noona.” Bambam whispered, his voice shaky and uncertain. You sat up suddenly at that, much to Youngjae’s protest, your world spinning as you did. Holy shit. Jinyoung was probably right about the concussion. 

After a solid two minutes of waiting for the spinning to stop, you were met with a glaring red and puffy handprint staring at you… What the fuck? 

A scream welled up in you as you stared at it but no words came out. You needed to leave asap. Holy shit. Holy shit. This… this wasn’t natural… this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t… this couldn’t be real. 

The angry handprint stole your breath and taunted you, begging you to try to explain whatever the hell happened. You couldn’t though and as you slowly looked around the room, you knew no one else could. They were all as scared as you, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed as if those you’d been closest with still cared for you too… They didn’t need to know you were scared or in pain. This was a reassurance that you could give them.

Stealing all the energy you could, you sighed and shook your head, “It is odd. Luckily, I feel fine,” to further sell the lie, you reached out and touched the irritated skin which throbbed in time with the rest of your body under your touch, “My ankle isn’t even in pain anymore. I promise that I’m fine and this worry won’t help with getting us out so,” You stood up suddenly, sighing and shaking your shoulders as if you were warming up while you waited for your world to stop spinning.

“I don’t trust your promises.” Jinyoung said, eyeing your ankle from where he was sitting on the ground.

His words cut you like a knife, salt being added to the wound as Jackson and Youngjae scoffed and came closer to help support you… which despite your verbal protests, you were thankful for their support. 

“I for one am wanting to believe Y/n-ssi.” Mark cut in his hair tasseled and a small scrape on his face showed that whatever happened earlier had tried to get him too, “I don’t know if you all noticed but whatever the fuck happened a little while ago wasn’t natural. I don’t want to stick around for it any longer. You most definitely need medical attention, Y/n-ssi, but if you think you’re fine for us to start trying to leave, I will believe you. Get me out of here.” 

You looked around at others, Yugyeom looking up at you from where he was laying in the fetal position, his eyes red and wide with hope. Bambam was watching you from a distance, his arms crossed defensively. 

“You k-know what’s happening? A ghost! We are i-in a haunted hou-house! I-” Yugyeom stopped talking suddenly, his quick breaths overpowering his ability to speak. Soon enough, he started hyperventilating and crying, his body shaking violently. 

Pushing through your swirling vision, you went over to him and sat down, talking quietly to him to try to ground him, not even daring to touch Yugyeom. You’d seen enough panic attacks… you had enough panic attacks to know that touching him could have bad effects and by now, he had to ride the wave of his panic attack. At some point while you were trying to comfort Yugyeom, some of the others left the room. Whether it was to give him space or to look for an exit, you didn’t know and didn’t care. The less people, the better.

After maybe ten minutes of Yugyeom riding out his panic attack, he seemed to finally calm down some. His eyes were red and glassy and there was snot running down his face like dog slobber but he was breathing calmer and had even taken a moment to readjust himself to lean into you for comfort. By this point, you were alone with him. Jackson and Jinyoung had left to join the others at some point while you comforted Yugyeom. 

“Thank you.” He croaked out at one point, wiping his snot onto his shirt sleeve as he sat up and looked at you. 

“Of course. I know how horrible they can be.” 

Yugyeom nodded, “Do you have them often?”

“Not any more but I used to have them a few times a day. It was brutal and debilitating.”

“I can imagine. I don’t like this at all.” He said, readjusting his position to be leaning in your lap, “What changed?”

“Leaving the stressful environment I was in… and a lot of therapy.” You laughed at that, “Go once a week and it helps me so much.” 

“Yeah. I am in therapy now… Probably will need to work through today too.” Yugyeom laughed quietly and took a deep sigh.

“Possibly.”

“I hope my therapist believes in ghosts and doesn’t think this is some sort of drugged up dream.” 

You nodded, “I think my therapist would more quickly believe I had a super realistic stress nightmare than that ghosts trapped us in an abandoned house.”

The two of you shared a look and laughed, a small and warm silence hugging you as you shared this intimate moment. Somehow, the house didn’t feel nearly as scary in that moment, the warped shadows weren’t as sharp and daunting and the pain that bound your body felt much lighter. It felt nice to crack jokes about this warped situation and therapy. So often you found yourself struggling to make jokes and somehow Yugyeom was bringing them out naturally. It was a nice change. 

“You know… I don’t think anyone is really mad at you and Jackson hyung hiding being siblings. More so shocked… maybe a little upset but I think they’ll get over it.” 

You stared at him in surprise at the sudden topic change. This wasn’t what you expected to talk about after he had a panic attack… Maybe about the possibility of ghosts or if he was feeling better… but not *this*. 

Nodding slowly, you spoke, “Ok… How about we find everyone else? I think both of us want to leave ASAP.” 

Slowly, you and Yugyeom got up and walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding the others. Despite the possibility of them answering, neither of you called out to others, the silence that was blanketing the house felt like it shouldn’t be broken… Although maybe that was because you and Yugyeom were too tired to walk and speak out. Maybe that was you projecting on him though.

This was the first time you’ve been around Yugyeom so maybe he was used to panic attacks or was able to bounce back and it was only you who struggled so much after them. 

“You’ve calmed down! Glad to see. How are you feeling?” You jumped as someone behind you asked. 

Jinyoung. 

“I am feeling better,” Yugyeom turned to you and bowed, “Thank you so much Y/n-ssi for helping out.” 

Flustered, you nodded soundlessly. Yugyeom was quite the character you were learning. He seemed cool though and you found yourself feeling a little sad that you weren’t friends with him or most of the others in this group. After tonight, they’d all stay a friend group tied closer together from this experience, but you’d be Youngjae’s best friend and Jackson’s little sister that had a blind date with Jinyoung…

Jinyoung. 

You looked over at him, more guilt pooling in your stomach. The date went well. Wonderful even. You just so happened to also realize you were aromantic during it… and instead of responding to his excited texts after that night, you simply ghosted him. Through that, he was still being so kind and caring to you tonight and hadn’t even told anyone about all the bull shit you’ve done to him. 

“Are you ok, Y/n-ssi?” Jinyoung asked, interrupting your guilt spiral.

“Oh. I am fine. Where is everyone?” 

“We’re in the study talking through a plan.”

You nodded, following Yugyeom as he started walking towards the study but before you could leave the room, Jinyoung’s hand was out in front of you. His face was pleading as he looked at Yugyeom walking away and you felt that talking with him for a little was the least you could do for him after everything he’s done for you. Quickly, Yugyeom disappeared from earshot and Jinyoung finally turned to look at you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his eyes scanned you worriedly and it felt like they were looking deep into your soul.

“I’m doing… I want to leave this place and get medical attention.” 

He nodded, “I take it that you are feeling quite a lot of pain?” 

You nodded, “Physically… and mentally. I… I didn’t expect to see you again.” 

Were you really going to have this conversation right now? 

Maybe now wasn’t the right time… but so much has happened tonight… might as well add another thing to the list. 

Jinyoung looked shocked at his comment, his brows knitting together tightly as he crossed his arms defensively, “I didn’t expect to see you again ever again either. What you did was pretty shitty, you know?”

Nodding, you looked away, “I know. It was super unfair to you. I am sorry.” 

“Why’d you do it?” He looked hurt as he asked, “Did I do something wrong? I kept trying to figure out what happened but I wouldn’t think of anything… I had a lot of fun on our date.” 

You sighed, “I did too. But our date made me realize something and I didn’t know how to share… I just kind of ran and it was super shitty of me. I’m sorry.” 

“So you’ve said. What did you realize?” 

Fuck.

Of course he’d ask… and he deserved to know… even if you struggled to tell Youngjae and hadn’t told anyone else since. He was a good person and deserved to know. 

Closing your eyes, you stole your confidence to speak again, “That I’m aromantic and asexual. It wasn’t you specifically so please don’t take it as our date was so bad or something… I’ve been on a few dates and didn’t feel attraction and I had so much fun with you but still struggled so much to feel any romantic attraction and then, like, after two weeks of struggling to do or say anything I realized that I might be aroace and by then I hadn’t responded to your message in, like, five days and it became harder and harder to--”

Jinyoung’s hand on your arm stopped you, your eyes flying open with shock only to be met with kind misty eyes and a big smile, “Thank you for telling me. It must’ve been hard to say. I am sorry if I put any stress on you tonight by being here.”

“I-- What?” You stared up at him, not fully processing what he had said. 

He… was thanking you and apologizing? 

Why?

You were the one who needed to apologize.

“Fuck. Why do you have to be so kind?!” You whined when your brain fully processed what he’d said.

Jinyoung laughed at that and pulled you into a soft hug, “Have you told many others?”

“Only you and Youngjae… and you’ve not really caused me any stress today, Jinyoung-ssi. You’ve been nothing but kind and any stress I’ve had was caused by my own stupidity to not--” 

“Coming out is hard. Sure I would’ve loved a message but I understand why you didn’t…” He trailed off, worrying his lower lip as he thought over what to say next, “Could we be friends after tonight?”

You smiled at that. Jinyoung was such an amazing person, holy shit.

“I’d love that. Thank you for not being upset.” 

“Of course. Now, let’s get back to the group. I don’t want them to worry about us.” 

Nodding, you followed Jinyoung as he made his way to the study, a musty windowless room full of empty and rotting shelfs. Some people had lit their flashlights and set them throughout the space as they talked quietly. 

“I really think it’s bullshit that there’s a ghost here. That earthquake was a coincidence. Let’s try the window again.” Jaeboem said, running his hand through his hair worriedly as he looked around the room. 

Mark nodded in agreement.

You butt in as you slowly sat down, focusing on your words as your world spun violently, “I mean… I think it could be. I don’t think any of you touched my ankle tonight and yet I have a large ass handprint on it where I swear I felt something grab and pull me down the stairs.” 

“I am sure there’s an explanation for that though. Maybe some odd clothes made the mark or you hit it against something.” Mark said, shaking his head. 

Yugyeom scoffed at that, "I find that highly unlikely. Besides, Y/n-ssi was saying some strange stuff when she was upstairs. Stuff about her father not liking guests in the house. I kind of thought that was some of her homelife slipping out but we’ve met her father before and he’s so kind and doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Your body went cold at Yugyeom’s comment. You barely remembered making it up the stairs… what had you done up there even?

What else did you say? 

Why didn’t you remember any of it?

Jackson nodded at that, “He’s the kindest extrovert I’ve met! Always pushed for her to bring more people over. He’s glad she lives in a dorm now since that gets her out and social more.”

You winced at that, the icy cold feeling gripping you growing as you glanced over at Bambam and Youngjae to catch them looking at you as well… They didn’t seem to be sharing your little secret which is good.

“You also mentioned something about the basement, noona… something about--” 

*MEEEEOOOOOOOOW*

You all looked up to see the same ewok-esque cat as earlier. The same cat that led you to this house and that you followed in. It looked you in the eyes and blinked slowly before turning around and walking away slowly.

Calmness washed over you as you watched it walk and you felt the need to follow it. You didn’t move though and nor did anyone else, everyone seemed frozen as the cat let out another loud *meow* and walked back in. It rubbed against your body, its warmth seeping into you for a second before the cold air hit you again as it stepped away and looked at you expectantly. 

Slowly, you stood up, your eyes glued on the cat as your world vinyetted and head grew fuzzy. It took everything in you to stay standing and then some because when your world came back to you and your brain cleared, Youngjae was holding onto you tightly as you leaned into him. When you looked up at him, he nodded and squeezed you closer to him for a split second before letting go. 

“We should follow them. I think it has something to show us.”

No one said anything, all seemingly too stunned to counter as they slowly got up. The cat walked away, its primordial pouch swaying back and forth as it sauntered away and towards the basement door. 

Were you really going to follow some random cat to try to get out of this house? 

Seems like it. 

Stealing all the confidence you could, you followed the cat as it entered the basement landing. The room felt colder than it had when you were in it earlier tonight and the shadows seemed even more dangerous and scary. You pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight, thankful that there was still plenty of charge that you could rely on… if only you had cellular service. A dark and overwhelming presence seemed to push down on you at that thought. Suddenly, it didn’t feel likely that the lack of cellular wasn’t due to whatever was in this house.

You didn’t want to go into the basement anymore. Panic rose in your throat as something was telling you that it’d be dangerous to go into the basement. This was a bad idea… a really bad idea… You looked back at the others, pain shooting up your neck as you did. They looked tired and scared, and following a cat into the basement is a very… unreal thing to do but they also looked hopeful… You had to do this for them.

“Do you want help down the stairs, Y/n-ssi?” Mark asked, walking closer to you. 

You nodded. You didn't have the strength to say something as he linked arms with you, the two of you continuing to lead the way into the basement. The stairs felt rickety and unsafe, your legs almost giving out repeatedly as you traversed them.

“Are you feeling ok?” Mark asked quietly as you two neared the basement floor.

“I am doing. Thank you for your help.” You said, somehow finding a small smile growing on your face at his considerateness. 

He nodded, sighing in relief as the two of you made it to the basement floor. Despite being on more solid ground, he didn’t unlink your arms or move away from you, instead looking around the space cautiously as if he was seeing the basement in a different light now. It did look quite different though. The shadows felt harsher, like they might reach out to grab you if you got too close. 

You turned around and watched as everyone made it down the stairs, thankful that everyone was still together. Sighing lightly, you turned around to try to look for the cat again. It led you down here, it better not leave you now. The air seemed electric with tension as you looked around, your eyes straining to see any glow of light that may be the cat’s eyes.

BANG!

Darkness washed over you like a heavy blanket. Someone screamed, though you had no idea who, and as you looked around, you tried to find anyone and anything other than Mark in the thick darkness. You couldn't see anything. After some movement, the basement lit up once again and you saw everyone looking around scared.

Jinyoung had turned on his flashlight and Youngjae was comforting Bambam, who was huddled on the floor shaking. 

“What the fuck happened?” Mark asked, looking around the room as if he could find answers there.

“A draft?” Jaeboem responded, seemingly unsure of what he was even suggesting. 

“I don't think so... It's not been too windy out, and the front door is closed so the draft had to have come from wind inside… which isn't too plausible.” Jackson said with a shake of his head, turning on his own flashlight and walking around a little.

Still no cat to be found. 

Tentatively, you called out for the cat, hoping that it would reveal himself and guide you all a little more. You waited, clinging on to Mark as you looked around, others starting to move around and explore the basement.

Bambam crouched down and picked up the same tiny wooden car that you’d seen earlier, “Noona! Look! It flew far!” 

Nodding, you held your breath as he watched everyone else explore. Something felt like it was breathing down the back of your neck, putting you on edge as you looked around space for that tiny car. It was resting by some dusty curtains, hung in an awkward place along the wall. Part of you wanted to tell everyone to stay away from that spot. Who knew what was behind the curtains, waiting to jump out and attack you or your friends.

“This place really is so creepy.” Jaeboem said, doodling in some dust on top of boxes, “ no wonder  this place has been abandoned and ignored for so long. I wouldn't want to be here either.”

“I don't think it really matters why this place was abandoned! We're trapped in here!  We'd fin--”

Before Yugyeom could continue, the house shook, knocking you and Mark off your feet and into the painful embrace of the concrete basement floor. Youngjae clung to Jaeboem and Bambam and for a second your world went black, fully consumed by someone's angry screaming. The scream pierced your skull, sending fireworks of pain ricocheting throughout your brain.

You screamed back, begging for the voice to stop and the pain to stop.

Your lungs gave out before the scream stopped, but eventually it did, leaving you in the silence of your ringing ears. Slowly you got back up with Mark’s help and looked around at the others, everyone looked as shell shocked as you felt. 

“Are you ok, Yugyeom-ssi?” You asked, looking over at the poor man who looked like he was about to cry again. 

He shook his head and took a deep breath, not saying more. You wanted to sit with him and help calm him down but as you looked around, you knew that the others here needed your help too. Luckily, it seemed that Jackson caught onto what you were thinking as walked over to Yugyeom and started quietly coaching him through stuff. 

If it wasn’t clear already, you needed to leave. 

ASAP.

As Jackson and Yugyeom talked quietly, you started to look around boxes and crevices to see if there was any hidden door. It was a small space though and you struggled to see anything that may look like a way out.

“I feel like the cat didn’t help.” Yuongjae said with a sigh, shaking his head when you stopped looking around. 

Jaeboem nodded, sitting down dejectly on a pile of dusty books. 

“Should we try to get back out from the first floor?” Bambam asked, to which Jinyoung nodded. You listened with baited breath and festering worry as the steps creaked under Jinyoung’s weight, screaming as he walked up. The door jiggled. It didn’t open. 

*CREEEAAAAAK*

The steps seemed to creak louder than before as he came down, your nerves growing with each creak they made. 

Your adrenaline spiked as Jinyoung screamed, wood splintering as he crashed to the ground behind the stairs with a heavy *THUD*. 

Bambam and you rushed over (well you limped over), Youngjae and Jaeboem following behind slightly slower. They helped sit Jinyoung up, as you looked him over, trying to see if there were any obvious injuries you could help him with. 

“Are you ok, Oppa? Does anything hurt?” You asked as you checked his body. 

Jinyoung hummed, closing his eyes as he moved different body parts around, “I think I landed on my shoulder? It hurts like hell.” 

“Can you lift your arm up some?” Youngjae asked.

Jinyoung could barely lift his arm to be parallel with his shoulder, his arm shaking as he tried. You winced as you watched him struggle, eventually lowering his arm for him gently. 

“I think I am going to need a doctor.” He sighed, getting up slowly, “For now though, let’s try to get out.”

Bambam nodded and opened his mouth to say something.

“G-Guys!” Jackson was yelling, an anxious nerve running through his voice, “The cat is back.” 

You all quickly rushed to where they were, the cat sure enough back, purring in Yugyeom’s lap as he hesitantly scratched behind its ears. 

“Do you think it’s likely that the cat rolled in poison ivy recently?” Yugyeom asked, looking up at the others.

Jaeboem nodded.

“I mean… it seems to live outside so probably… but also I pet it earlier tonight and I am fine so… we’ll see.”

The cat looked around everyone in the room lazily before finally looking up at you and blinking slowly. It was telling you that everything would be ok and a large part of you wanted to believe it. A rattling purr left the cat as it slowly got up and stretched like it had all the time in the world. After licking one of its paws quickly, it slowly sauntered away and curled around the curtains, not to be seen again. 

“Oh?” Bambam said, quickly walking to the curtain and yanking it back, washing everyone in a cloud of dust. 

Once the dust finally settled, you were faced with a small, dark staircase. This was hopefully your out and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief as you looked up and saw the glimpse of a door. 

“Thank fuck.” Youngjae said but he didn’t move as if he was waiting for one of us to take the first move, for one of us to take the first step.

Given with how rickity the stairs looked and Jinyoung falling down the stairs earlier, it made sense that he was nervous. You felt nervous too, your body fighting itself to bolt up the stairs and not risk more injury in a tough internal war. It seemed like everyone was as nervous to make the first move and in that moment, it felt like the ability to escape completely left you all, only leaving a gaping ocean of stress and worry. 

Looking around slowly, you made eye contact with your older brother, a conflict of his own going on in his eyes as he took a deep breath in, “Time to leave. I have a party to shut down and a hospital to take you all to.”

A chuckle left you as he climbed up the rickety stairs and threw the doors open, a crisp breeze and stars greeting you. All your humor and relief left you as an icy bucket of fear washed over you. 

Someone wasn’t happy.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG! 

BANG!

A door was being slammed repeatedly, angrily as the house started shaking again. Someone… something was throwing a fit at you all being by the stairs and trying to leave. You felt paralized by fear that strangled you, your mind going fuzzy as your ears started screaming with fuzz and ringing.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Somehow, the doors slamming sounded closser now, as if someone was rushing to the basement, ready to cause havoc and damage. 

“Get noona!” Bambam shouted, rushing to you with Youngjae.

The two of them picked you up, struggling up the stairs. The banging doors felt like they were getting closer to you even when you were set down on the dead leaves outside. The doors were slamming closer to you, your eardrums shaking with each sound. 

Mark slammed the cellar doors shut behind him angrily. 

*chirp*

*chirp*

*chirp*

Through the aching of your ears, you started to hear regular nature sounds mingling with the heavy breathing of your friends. The cat was snuggling up against you, its warmth heating you up. People were walking around. Someone was talking. You didn’t have energy to figure anything out yet.

Instead, you curled up around the cat, struggling to hold in your tears.

You were out. 

Relief washed over you as your tears spilled down your cheeks and nose and onto the ground.

They let you cry for some time, waiting patiently for you to slowly stand up and look around. Youngjae and Jaeboem were snuggling together on the ground, clutching each other comfortingly. Bambam was leaning against Jinyoung, holding onto him and taking slow breaths. Jackson and Mark were talking quietly. Yugyeom was looking at you.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” He quietly asked, scooting over.

“Better? I think.”

“That’s good. Do you want help getting up?”

You shook your head, slowly getting up in spite of your body screaming at you. Slowly, everyone walked back to the main house, you lagging a little behind to watch everyone talk. A smile made its way on your face as you watched Youngjae and Jaeboem chatting away, leaning against each other in a flirting manner. He’d done it. He’d managed to get together with his crush. 

Without your help. 

He managed it all. 

They looked like a good friend group. 

They were a good group of people. 

You were proud of Jackson for finding such wonderful people. Mom and Dad were always worried about him never finding close friends but he’d found his people. 

Sighing, you looked back in the direction of the house and saw something that made your blood freeze. Someone was in a window on the upper floor. 

Waving bye at you. 

“Noona! You coming?” Bambam asked, making you jump. 

“She better! Don’t want Y/n-ah to get lost again.” Jinyoung said with a laugh. 

You shook your head, “Coming!” 

Bambam wrapped you in a quick hug, leaving his arm draped around you when you joined them again. Together you all walked back to the house which was shockingly empty of people already. You breathed a sigh of relief as you left the group to go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. It hurt to move your neck back to finish the drink but it soothed your sore throat enough that you paid no mind.

That would be tomorrow’s problem.

“We will go to the hospital in 10 or so minutes, ok?” Jackson asked as he entered the kitchen space.  

You nodded and turned around to refill your glass. If you avoided Jackson’s worried gaze while doing so, you were thankful. Jackson didn’t leave though. He waited patiently as you guzzled two glasses of water before sighing and shaking his head. 

“I was never disappointed in you.” He said, shattering the silence. 

You froze, not wanting to look at him as you gathered up the energy to respond, “Oh? I always thought you were.”

“I always thought that you didn’t like me so I gave you distance. You are honestly so amazing, working a job and going to school. It is so impressive.”

You laughed bitterly and tried to hide the anxiety pooling in your gut, “I dropped out of school so I don’t know how amazing I am.” 

When silence settled over you two again for a minute, you risked a glance at Jackson, hoping not to see disappointment. His brows were raised in surprise but he didn’t look disappointed. 

“How come?”

“It was bad for my mental health… I had to.” You mumbled, not wanting to think much about those hellish years where you were academia’s bitch.

“Do you want to return to school?”

“No. I don’t know what I want to do… but I don’t want anything to do with academia.”

“That’s understandable. College is so stressful. What are you doing now?” He asked and you were thankful that he looked genuinely interested in what you were doing now. 

“Bartending.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Somewhat. I want to do something else long term but it isn’t a bad job. It pays the bills and my coworkers are good.”

“I am glad it’s a good job. I am proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

What?

Your head snapped up to look at him, pain shooting through you at the sudden action. He… he was proud of you? 

Tears welled in your eyes. No one in your family ever seemed proud of you… nothing ever seemed to be enough for them.

“R-really?”

“Really,” He took a deep breath in as he prepared for his next words, “I’ve not said it before, but I love you.” 

You felt like you could cry as you pulled him into a hug, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest, “I love you too, Oppa… But please don’t tell mom and dad yet.”

“I won’t.” Jackson said with a laugh. 

The two of you barely talked as you finished your final glass of water, sparing a few words as you left the kitchen. You looked around at everyone else, wispering and resting their eyes. They were close. 

You cleared your throat awkwardly to get people’s attention, “I am ready whenever you all are.”

Some of them nodded silently before getting up and helping others up. Quietly, everyone filed into Jackson and Jinyoung’s cars. The trip to the hospital was painfully quiet and when you all got into the hospital, it felt like everyone dispersed as they slowly took everyone back for treatment.

You don’t know how long you were there for or when others left but when you were finally released, no one was there to help you. With some broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a bad concussion, you found a taxi and went home. The faint sounds of the bar below acted as a soothing white noise for you as you crawled into bed and crashed. 

Alone. 

Somehow you managed to get a whole two weeks off of work to recover from your concussion. You were thankful for the time for a break and thankful for the near constant noise from the bar under you. Every time there was silence you felt unnerved, as if something or someone was going to start attacking you again. The silence made you feel scared in a way that it never had before. 

The bar noise became a comfort you didn’t realize you needed. It was the only constant for you during those two weeks. No one visited you. 

Youngjae was busy with work and going on dates with Jaebeom (it was understandable but you still wished he came to visit you some). Your few other friends were busy with their lives as well. Somehow managed to text you every once in a while (unlike Youngjae) but it was still a fleeting moment of communication and you craved more. 

Returning back to work and starting physical therapy was a welcome reprieve from your small apartment. The hustle and bustle of people filled something in you that you didn’t realize you were missing. It gave you human interaction and you enjoyed it so much. 

All the human interaction made you yearn for the seven people you’d survived such a traumatic event with. Maybe you could text Jackson, Jinyoung, or Youngjae and plan a get together. They’d seemed to want to get closer to you after that event… even though no one messaged or called you. 

You sighed and shook your head, looking back at the bar you were tending to. Only thirty more minutes before you got off. Then you could go home and watch something. Your shift ended uneventfully. You found yourself leaving the bar and making the short trip home with the slowness of someone who has nothing to return home to. 

A light was on.

Why was there a light on in the apartment? 

The light stole your breath. You found yourself transported back to the abandoned house, screams shaking your eardrums as you stood frozen. 

Someone was moving.

People were moving.

People were talking. 

“Y/n-ah, are you ok?” 

Jinyoung. 

You looked up at him, at Youngjae and Jackson who were also standing near you, looking at you worriedly. At Bambam, Mark, Jaebeom Yugyeom, who were holding balloons behind you. 

You were in your apartment. Not the abandoned house. 

The soft sounds from the bar grounded you as you slowly looked around.

You were safe.

You were ok. 

“I-I… I’m ok. I think. Yeah. I’m surprised.” You spoke slowly as you looked around the apartment and took in a deep breath. The soft pain from your ribs moved with your lungs and somehow gave you a bit of comfort. 

You were recovering. 

You were safe. 

“Well, yeah!” Youngjae laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, “That was the point! Surprise!” 

“We wanted to have a small party together. A good party this time.” Jinyoung said, “Would you want anything to drink?”

“Water please. And don’t expect me to make you drinks! You should’ve come to the bar if you wanted that.” 

Bambam laughed, rushing to hug you, “Darn it! Here I was hoping that you could make something expensive and fancy for me.” 

“I refuse.” 

Slowly people settled into your living room, happy laughter and warm music filling the space. Youngjae was snuggling up to you as everyone talked. Jinyoung was laughing and telling a story about something him and Bambam did together. Jackson refilled food and drinks every once in a while. Jaeboem was watching everything happen without speaking, holding Youngjae’s hand. Mark was bundled in all the spare blankets, laughing at everything happening. Yugyeom was adding in sarcastic remarks. 

They were making plans for stuff with you.

You were telling stories.

The night was flying by quickly.

It felt like you fit in for once.

You weren’t an outsider anymore. 

Everyone felt like a family. A home. 

And as night became day, you started to understand the truth.

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Thank you for reading!

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[after-midnight-rp]

❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝

― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.

Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?

Come and join, after midnight.

Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave with a twist

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[aphroditelovesu]

⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

⤷♡.+ Status: OPEN.

What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper, Hannibal, Criminal Minds, The Last Kingdom.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

[mingsolo]

m.list

currently I write mostly for ateez and seventeen. (with a few others here and there)

note: i tend to go with gn for most stories, unless they have smut in which case the reader will be female/afab.

@mingsolo. please do not repost/translate to other sites.

ATEEZ

seonghwa—

take me home. [For Seonghwa, another night, another opportunity to take off some of the stress of being famous— for you, a chance to turn a horrible night around.] 8k. smut,angst,idol au

hongjoong—

enough. [Hongjoong had been neglecting your relationship, but you tried to keep your head up, until he decides to make things worse for the both of you ] 3k. angst, smut, established relationship

say my name. [What happens when you forget to say his name for the third time? One night when he´s had enough, you actually find out. ] 7k. supernatural au, incubus!hongjoong, angst, smut

yeosang—

mistaken. [an unfortunate attempt to end your life strikes on your own honeymoon. what else could go wrong with your recently arranged marriage?] 6k. angst, smut, mafia au, romance

san—

before you go. [about to leave for the enhypen concert, your boyfriend San decides to give you a little something so you won´t forget about him]1k. smut, pwp, established relationship

✸

ot8 + poly fics—

so good for us. [Back at home from your anniversary dinner, your boyfriends reveal a very special surprise that would turn your night into a ocassion you won't forget anytime soon]. 4k. smut, established relationship, poly au.

GOT7

jinyoung—

hella good. [jinyoung comes to the party trying to ruin your date, but he finds himself having to make a decision in the process] 4k. smut, angst, [kinda] exes to lovers

SEVENTEEN

wonwoo—

pause + play. [a couple of interesting encounters with the cute glasses guy that comes to the vhs store lead to something special, done for the 90s collab] meet cute, strangers to lovers, fluff

awful summer nights. [for most people, the hot air of mid June, when the sun was high and its rays shone bright almost all day long, was certainly a blessing. Certainly not for you] 5k. fwb to lovers, smut, romance, angst

[witchboyjimin]

20 questions for fic writers

stole this from my best friend. if you'd also like to do it, please go for it and tag me in it huhu

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

60! which is. a lot of works but i've been posting since 2015

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

623,307. i hope to hit 1 million words by the end of 2025 >:)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

everything is kookmin these days but once upon a time i wrote other bts pairings and before that i wrote for ikon and got7 (and before that aka before ao3: exo, bap, block b, beast, harry potter, naruto, kingdom hearts....god idk there are a lot of fandoms lol)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) if i get in, i just might drown i glow pink in the night shine a light through the dark the moon keeps calling out to me, but i only ever hear your name

5. Do you respond to comments?

no, but i did promise myself to respond to comments again in 2024. starting with the ones left on my latest fic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uuhhh...probably i might not make it. simply because it's an mcd fic and spoilers! jk is dead throughout the fic and the fics ends like that...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lol i think pretty much all of my fics end with a happy ending aka the pairing ends up together, happily in love. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

100%. lot of fandom drama involved with writing exclusively btm!jm. i've gotten anon msgs telling me to "kms", people hoping i get raped, murdered, my body never found etc etc. you name it, i've seen it. all because they hate that i write btm!jm.

i do think fandom has gotten less insane over this very recently but i am also just way less available and have a much smaller social media presence so lack of access to me has probably reduced the hate, too. plus i'm not actively part of fandom these days so people care about me less, which is great!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

it's my favourite thing to write! i do need to get back into it though...also was not aware there are types of smut? i guess the rly nasty kind rjfkndk i like pretty much most kinks/fetishes and think it's fun to explore them.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i have written three crossover fics! >:) two were bobby (ikon)/jimin and one was jaebum (got7)/jimin.

craziest one was probably oh boy, don't be shy since it's basically bobby finds jimin's dildo and then dp's jimin :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

multiple times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, i used to allow translations but it got to a point where people would ask to translate and then never come back to link their translations. plus, i've had people link me to fics that were translated without my permission. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! two of them :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

god, i have so many wips i want to write that it's always like...whatever sticks. my current wip tracker has 30 fic ideas on it. i rly want to write this mafia au but i have 2 supernatural aus i also want to write very badly...

there is also a collab fic i rly want to write with my friend bee, which i hope to finish, but idk if we will. i just rly love writing hurt/comfort jgfkd

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very good at writing emotion. it's important to me that the reader feels and understands what my characters are feeling and feels that connection to the fic. i'm also good at writing porn for this reason. i'm also very good at worldbuilding and i will put in the research and care to ensure my worldbuilding makes sense and is as accurate as possible and failing that, as believable as possible. moreover, i am just a dedicated researcher. because i write for a korean boyband, it's important to me that i do the research into korean history, customs, current social etiquette etc. it's actually a huge pet peeve of mine to see people just make stuff up or have the fic be entirely westernised/americanised but the boys are all in korea.

i think i'm also good at consistent characterization and at pacing/flow in my work. these are both rly important to me and i've worked on them a lot over the years. i think this also lends to me being pretty good at plotting a fic out so that it's not long and drawn out or that i'm not taking the time to explore certain aspects i've introduced. balance is important!

i think i'm also pretty versatile. i can write different genres pretty easily (eg. i love writing action sequences and am good at making sure the pacing is rly fast and then slowing down when something romantic or suspenseful happens) and am good at like setting a certain vibe/tone for a fic.

finally, i am dedicated to improving. i don't think fanfic writers necessarily owe this to readers (fic writing being a hobby) but writing is really important to me and so it's important to me that i improve and challenge myself.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i need to read more! i need to expand my vocabulary and learn how to better write metaphors. my imagery could use work, my dialogue definitely needs work. i want to write my characters with a more unique voice versus everyone kind of sounding the same. i want to make sure each character has their own "quirks" the way real people do.

i need to learn to write better description, too, as i think setting can do a lot for setting the mood/tone for a fic. a lot of my short-comings just come down to me reading too little so i need to read more and i need to dissect my favourite fics and books and pinpoint what i found compelling about them.

i also need to challenge myself to write more plot-heavy fics and to be unafraid to write characters who are unlikable or appear irredeemable. i want to write fic that has one main plot but a million little subplots and i want all of these things to come together coherently. i want my work to explore themes that are important to me!

i don't care so much about grammar but probably, i need to get better at that too haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

since i write fic for bangtan who are korean, i don't think it's ever necessary to write dialogue in another language. it comes across as cringey (derogatory) and borders on racist imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uh, beyblade? lolololol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think it's my favourite rn because i just finished writing it lol but sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it were mine)

i am also very fond of i thought he remembered me; he took me back so tenderly because i love writing space aus! sci-fi is one of my fav genres!

[shardminds]

20 Questions for Writers

thank u for the tags @tunaababee & @melting-houses-of-gold! sorry it took me literally forever to reply

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31 (28 under shardmind, 2 under praxisss, 1 under a super secret third option)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

122,425

3. What fandoms do you write for?

just acotar at the mo, but i have previously published fics for supernatural, once upon a time, exo, and got7.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

tiny fists

little infinities

stop fronting

i would stop the world for you

truth and consequence

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes!!!! i try my best!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

play your melody on my heartstrings

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

it's yours, it's mine

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no. let's keep it that way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes! and it depends how we want to split up the 'what kind'. so far we've got m/m & f/m with a f/f/f in the works and a potential m/m/f. there's been a few abo's, at least one with a demon, some with magic, a few heartfelt last night on earths, one frantic post-war, one foretold in a dream, one in a car, one on the phone — yeah.

10. Do you write crossovers?

no but i have written a bunch of au's set in the universe of a different ip so like... kinda?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! truth & consequence and it's always been you with @artistic-writer. love you, salem!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i will not answer this question because i can't choose :(

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

vampire dean fic. your novel length plot... i wish i knew how to write you.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i like to think i can keep things concise while also keeping the flow of the words, you know? like varying my sentence length to have the best impact. i want to make it sound like music when you read it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

NOT WRITING!!!!!!! FOR MONTHS!!!!!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i think it's neat!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

chronicles of narnia. stop-- why are you laughing?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

spn - tiny fists ouat - fortune favours the brave acotar - full moon, white honey

if anyone sees this and wants to have a go, consider this your tag!!!

[krpgarden]

hello! I am a semi-lit, literate, novella male writer at the age of 23! i’m looking for someone who is 18+ but 21+ is preferable! discord exclusive though i am soon to be making this account i am sending from active here on tumblr! eventually! but it may take awhile! i am looking for anyone who enjoys any type of plots/universes/tropes! though my favorite genre is horror/nsfw! i also love omega-verse, fantasy/supernatural, sci-fi, idol-verse, slashers, post-apocalyptic, vampires/werewolves! i definitely only have a preference for MXM pairings and am open to poly ships as well! non-au, au, oc, and cc settings are all good for me. some cc ships i’m looking for currently are cheongsan/suhyeok ( all of us are dead ), jiwoo/seojun ( to my star 1 & 2 ), any mxm ship from squid game, etc! it also just depends on what you’re feeling at that moment!

my favorite faceclaim(s) to play are members from ateez, got7, bts, stray kids, zerobaseone, seventeen, ace, enhyphen, monsta x, oneus, shinee, txt, p1harmony, pentagon, day6, kard, onlyoneof, btob, vanner, nct, exo. i also write a lot of korean male actors like son woohyun, wi hajoon, lee dongwook, kim kangmin, lee soohyuk, park solomon, yoon chanyoung, ji changwook, gong yoo, cha eunwoo, lee jongsuk, etc. i also have faceclaims from thai bls as well! anyone i haven’t mention doesn’t mean i won’t write against those faces! i’m very versatile when it comes to faceclaims! i’m welcoming all with open arms!

for triggers/limitations/no-gos- i don’t necessarily have any! i’m pretty open to write anything! doesn’t mean i’ll write EVERYTHING but you get what i mean. i’m very versatile when it comes to dynamics and plots.

you can contact me to plot on discord, username is vampsuvius. or you can message me on my tumblr account above, vampsuvius!

hi there, thank you so much for your message! 💚

friends, if you are interested in writing with this person, please reach out to them via their tumblr account or add them on discord!

[findroleplay]

howdy! 23, he/him, est, looking for 20+ discord writing partners! i’m easily overwhelmed so i’m hoping to find something more low maintenance with leniency in activity / messaging. i’m okay with plotting, sharing pinterest boards, songs, world building, headcanoning, etc, but maintaining an ooc relationship is not something i’m interested in for personal reasons- sorry!

currently i’m looking to rp ateez, txt, seventeen, the boyz, nct (no dream), and got7! le sserafim, aespa, and loona are of interest as well.

idolverse, college-esque, supernatural / fantasy, sports (maybe??), historical, and omegaverse are high up on my list right now! these can be oc or au- no preference.

right now my goal is to write when i feel like it rather than pushing myself! i mirror length and style, but prefer literate.

interact and i’ll reach out!

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[ja3hwa]

Hi i have been reading ur work for a while now and i would like to know 4 6 and 21 on the questionnaire. Also can i have the 🍀 emoji for my anon plz

Hello 🍀 of course you can have that emoji, sweetheart!! ♡♡ Thank you for enjoying my work and to answer your questions..

4. What is your favourite genre/trope of fanfic to read?

I would have to say anything supernatural, monster/creature aus. Im also a sucker for Abo... I just really really love monster romance ehhe.

6. What got you into writing fanfics?

Back in 2014-13ish.. long story short, I started high school, and my friend at the time told me about wattpad. They said it was a website you could write about alternative endings and ships/otps you really liked. So, like the 13 year olds we were, we made a bet on who could write the best fanfiction of their chosen fandom. And I won with a full 50 pages poorly written story that got half a million views (which was fucking insane to my little brain and still is to this day.) And a lot of people enjoyed my stupid little story so i kept on going making others and then eventually starting my own novel... (Also, no, i will not tell you the fandom it was nor will i ever tell you anything about the said book.) I wish for that moment in my life to burn cause it was embarrassing hehe.

21. What was the first fandom you started writing or reading for?

Not my first fandom i wrote for cause I'm taking that to the grave with me. But I started writing for Exo, Got7, and some Seventeen here and there all at the same time. But the first fandom I read would of had to be Gravity Falls or Bts.. idk it was so long ago now ahah.

[marshmallow-phd]

Stay Hidden, Stay Aware

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Magic!AU, Urban Fantasy

Request: Anon: Hi! For your drabbles, can I request any type of magic au with Jinyoung from GOT7? Just for some Halloween fun :)

A/N: Its not Halloween anymore, but this magic au was a lot of fun to write! I might even continue this in the future if you all like it! 

**

You tapped the tip of your finger against the side of the lukewarm glass of soda. Each contact flared a surge of cold through the cup to try and give the liquid new life. Tiny frost flakes appeared and disappeared like they were playing peek-a-boo. It was a small enough piece of magic to not worry about getting caught. From the hood pulled over your head to the way you were leaning back in the metal chair outside of the café, you felt you were safe, that your face was obscured. 

The average people around you blissfully went on with their lunch. They smiled and chatted and scrolled through their phones without a clue of the war happening in their shadows. 

There is no origin for humans like you. No one knows when magic entered the ancestors’ veins. But they do know when the rest turned on the magical. And for the past few hundred years, your kind has been hiding and running and fighting for the right to live. 

Because of the Puro. 

Taking their name from the Latin word to cleanse or purify, the organization made that their sole mission, their sole reason for existing. They were determined to cleanse the Earth of magic. Funny how they had yet to succeed in that. But you weren’t too keen on dying so you kept your head down. No big magic, no attention seeking. Stay unseen, stay aware. A near flawless formula. 

As a deep sigh left your lips, you decided it was time to move. Lingering brought attention. The plate in front of you was empty and the soda was flat. So, after throwing down a few bills, you stood, cringing at the loud, high pitch scrape of the legs against the concrete. Hands in your pockets, you walked down the street, away from the cafe and the traces of your existence. 

You had no destination in mind. Only to keep moving. 

A block up and across the road, a teenager refused to pay attention. Their eyes were glued to their phone which naturally meant that they barely glanced at the flashing crosswalk hand. Barely four steps into the street, the flashing hand became solid and a speeding car headed towards the newly green traffic light. You gritted your teeth and summoned a powerful enough wind that when you waved your hand, the teenager was pushed back, landing on their butt on the hard sidewalk. But they were out of harm’s way. And the vehicle rolled on through the intersection, completely unaware of the accident narrowly avoided. Hunching down, you continued on. 

Acting out like that was dangerous. It brought attention and curiosity. But damn it, you couldn’t let someone get hurt - or even killed - when you could stop it. 

Stupid moral compass. 

While your thoughts were scolding your actions, a hand reached out and pulled you into the shadowy alleyway. Your head collided with the brick wall, sending your mind into a dizzying spin. Both arms were pinned by your side. No magic to get you out of this. 

The idiot who thought he could take you stared you down. 

“It's not smart to do that out in the open.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your eyes were wide as you tried to play it off. “Do what?”

He smirked. “Really going to play that game?” His hickory brown eyes flickered towards the street. “Lucky teen to get knocked down by nothing before the car could hit.”

Not so lucky idiot. 

When his eyes left yours, his grip slackened. Snapping your wrist up, you broke free and hit his chest, your palm sending frost across his shirt. The attack took him by surprise. It was enough for you to take off down the alleyway to safety. The hood slipped from your head, but you couldn’t risk the distraction of putting it back. 

Dodging dumpsters and decaying crates, you ran for your life. The Puro had found you. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The Puro was right on your heels. With the mere seconds you could spare, you turned and sent debris flying, aiming for his face. The agility of this guy was insane. He was able to jump out of the way before the garbage could knock him over. During one of your throws, a pipe leaning against the wall rattled and fell unnaturally into your path. Your foot caught the rounded edge and you slipped. 

The Puro lept at the opportunity, grabbing your arm and slamming you against the wall. You fought and kicked to try and get loose again, but he’d learned. Sweat dripped down the side of his face; his breath hurried and shallow. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice. 

“Stop fighting.” He gritted his teeth and adjusted his grip. “I’m not Puro. I’m one of you.”

The fight in you paused at that. But it could be a trick. “Prove it.”

He sighed. “I’m going to let your left hand go, okay? But please don’t hit me again.” A second ticked and you nodded. Like he promised, he released your left wrist. You waited for the blow, for the knife to slice through your stomach. It never came. 

Instead, he raised his hand to your eye level, clicked his fingers, and sparked a flame, blue and brilliant. 

Relief helped every one of your muscles relax. You weren’t going to die. Yet. Feeling your fight leave, he let go of your other wrist. It was a rarity to meet another person like yourself. All of you tended to isolate. Numbers gave way to notice. 

Extinguishing the flame, he stepped back and smiled. “I’m Jinyoung.” He held out his hand. 

You took it with a straight face, his fingers now cool to the touch. “(Y/n).” You dropped his hand and folded your arms. “You know, most of us try to avoid each other, not chase them down in broad daylight.”

“Yeah, you’re right, most do. At least, they used to.”

That comment made you frown. “Used to?”

“That’s why I was trying to talk to you.”

“Hell of a way to do it,” you snapped. He wasn’t fazed. 

“Can’t be too careful.” Lowering his voice, he went on, “We’re gathering.”

You looked at him up and down, taking in his less than impressive stature. Still, he was handsome. The kind that got you into trouble. “Thanks, but I’m not interested in any magical convention to talk about our near death experiences with the Puro.”

Hoping that would be the end of it, you started to walk away. But Jinyoung caught your arm after half a step. 

“We’re trying to end this war for good.”

You still wanted to leave. However, you decided to hear him out. For a few more seconds, at least. 

“I’ve been watching you - it's not that creepy,” he jumped in when you opened your mouth. “I just needed to know where you stood.” The corner of his lip lifted. “You help people. You use your gift for good. People like us deserve to live. But we have to fight for it. Are you willing to do that?”

It was enticing. How could it not be? The idea of no longer running felt like a dream. One that you once thought impossible, always out of reach. 

But your instincts since you were born were always to run. Could you change that easily?

Before you could answer, two silhouettes appeared at the end of the alley. Familiar sticks that sparked and spat out blue flickers of electricity sat threateningly in their hands. 

“Time to run.”

Jinyoung took your hand as he waved his other through the air. Behind you, a portal opened up, stealing a gasp from your lips. Only the fully trained were able to summon a portal this steady. Jinyoung gave you no chance to take in. He yanked you through just as the Puro pounced. 

The portal closed, leaving you safe. 

“Where are we?” you demanded, though you refused to let go of his hand. 

He smiled at you fully as he said, “Our safe haven.”

[bearseokie]

Fretful | bb

genre: horror, comedy, supernatural! au, romance pairing: beetlejuice! bambam x human! gender-neutral! reader word count: 1.8k [warnings]: mentions of insects, snakes, ghosts/spirits, magic, one curse summary: It’s going to take the worst of the worst to rid your home of some unwanted house guests, but allowing in a professional that’s more gags than ghoul - and becoming charmed by him - definitely wasn’t on your agenda.

got7 m.list | navi.

You spent nights lying wide awake too scared to even close one eye. The crashes and cackles all around frightened you to your bones, shivering beneath the covers. Things would shatter, your belongings tossed about carelessly, sounds you would only hear in horror movies echoing through the building. The spirits terrorizing your home even went as far as tampering with you, pulling on your ankles and yanking at your hair. The moment sharp nails met your skin, you called out for mercy.

It was only when a flyer was anonymously placed on your car’s windshield that help would truly arrive. The pamphlet printed with a backwards name on it slowly opening in your hands to reveal part of the truth behind the supernatural. Decorated with minimalistic details, a simple description read inside.

“Drain a little more clogged than usual by hair that’s not yours? Sounds you have never heard before coming from your basement shaking you awake at night? Is your home full of pesky ghosts you want gone? With a trio-ed call of the name you can’t read, all of your worst nightmares will disappear.”

The flyer held a picture of a man inside, his matted hair the color of moss and face as flawless as it was disturbing. The professional-looking flyer sat on your kitchen counter, soon becoming an extra weapon used against you when it went flying at your head. Turning to meet empty air, you rubbed at your temple full of frustration. With the pamphlet cover side up, your eyes gazed over the title once again, the name now recognizable. It was read by your conscience, but not said out loud.

Lips moving to form the first syllable of the name, your feet were swept out from under you, your body jolted against the open kitchen wall. Detained against the smooth drywall at your back, your eyes shut from fear, long fingers holding at your arms. This was your final straw.

“BamBam. BamBam. BamBam.”

A crack of thunder sounded from outside, the entire house falling dark and silent as the spirit released you from its hold. Vanishing from your senses, the oxygen refilled your lungs with a deep breath, the scent of death suddenly filling your nose as you slid back to the ground.

Thudding signaled from your fridge, the appliance shaking rapidly before the door swung open. A thick cloud of smoke filled the room, your eyes burned as the scent grew stronger. A man emerged from the small space, stretching out his arms with a deep inhale and peered around the room. Tethered clothing on his body, he looked fresh out of a grave, dark eyes finding your own in the gloomy kitchen.

“I haven’t heard my name called in so long. I almost forgot it’s my own!” he chimed, teeth white but covered with a layer of bugs. Sticking his index finger with his mouth, he hummed at your shocked expression, flicking out the insects as they fell onto the floor and scampered away. “Sorry about that. You might need an exterminator of pests next. But for now, you’ve got me!”

He cheered alone, tossing his hands into the air and flailing them around in celebration. His hands clamped down on your arms, pulling you into a tight hug. You stood idle as he reared back, a confused expression on his face.

“Can’t expect everyone to react the same.” He said to himself, nodding before he let you go and pushed back from you.

Turning his body, he bent down into the fridge, rummaging around as he pulled out strange drinks you didn’t have stocked along with a number of other items you would never keep in a refrigerator. A loud squeaky toy for a dog was tossed by your head, his hand finding something that made him jump as a snake slithered past your feet and disappeared within an open cabinet. In a matter of seconds, he was lifting out a large bag. Placing it beside the fridge, he slammed the door shut, mumbling to himself about what was inside of the large carrier.

“Rope? No, not rope. Maybe some sage? Oh, I can’t touch that. How about uh-“ he stuttered, looking up at your silent form wearing an unreadable expression. “Oh, you look scared.”

He stood from the bag, dropping the old rope within his palm and letting it coil back into the carrier. With a light laugh, he stuck out his hand to take yours, shaking your entire body with his greeting. “I’m BamBam: professional ghoul ridder-er-er. Yeah.” The man was quite awkward, his stance loose with his knees bent as he nodded to himself again and carried on with the bag at his feet.

“I take it you’ve been dealing with these ghosts long enough to know one when you see one, right?” His smile was almost charming, skinny legs standing his body up straight again. Awaiting your answer, his arms moved around his back, hands clasping together as he rocked on his toes.

“Y-Yes.” You finally stuttered out, finding your voice in the mix of the chaos.

“You do speak!” He nearly yodeled, bouncing in his shoes. Wearing a wide grin, he tugged out a long plank of wood from the mysterious bag. Pulling it up into the air inch by inch, it almost hit your ceiling before he tilted it horizontally and angled it out.

“What’s that for?” you asked lightly, watching his face light up.

“This? Oh, this is just for me to make the ceiling sturdier when I go to scare off the ghosts. And for this.” He spun on his heels, the long piece of wood whacking into an unseen person as they cried out, clamoring on the floor. “Got one!”

A shadow figure came into view, their hand raised to their head caressing the spot BamBam hit against without warning. The green-haired man cackled similar to how the spirits do at night, tilting the wood before he rammed it into the spirits head again, knocking them out cold on the floor.

“Silly bastards don’t know who’s coming for them!” he grinned at you, leaning back to meet your full gaze with a wicked look on his face. “A-ha! You made the right call here, darling.”

You wanted to redact saying his name three times, the cryptic yet entertaining man more than you requested. He leaped around your home looking at the ceiling before he said something you couldn’t make out. Turning the plank back vertical he slid it between your flooring and the beam through the middle of your ceiling. He applauded himself at the work, your concerned expression halting him in his tracks.

“Now - you see, things are about to get a little messy. And while I’m responsible, I’m not taking any lawsuits.” His voice turned slightly serious, his hand pressing against your back as he guided you under the beam and next to the sturdy plank. “Therefore-” He grinned widely at his own voice, watching your eyes glisten with curiosity. “I won’t be held liable for this.”

The kick of the board brought the ceiling to nearly collapse, holes breaking through the wooden beams sending insulation down with more of the dark shadow figures. Almost on cue, BamBam’s arms rose into the air, his tongue slithering from between his lips like a snake as his foot slammed against the floor. Boards breaking under your eyes, the ground seemed to open up in spots similar to the holes within the ceiling, each shadow figure looking at one another before they plummeted down into the deep abyss. BamBam’s hands balled into fists, swaying the clenched palms like he was conducting a symphony. The holes in the floor broke with fire, sealing with pitiful cries of those that had fallen until the home was laced with only silence and the thick panting of the ghost investigator to your side.

“Only room for one ghost here! Not so bad, you see?” He smiled. “How do you prefer payments? Once a year until you're dead, or a quick pull of your heart out now?” Question eerie, the man read your face as worried, laughing with his tongue protruding out - but now normal - as he choked on his own cackle and shook his head. “Jokes! They’re just jokes. For you, maybe a sweet peck on the cheek as a deposit?”

You rocked on your heels, staring at the man with bulged eyes in wonder and fear mixed together. His head jutted from his neck, cheek wide and clean as he awaited his kiss. You were between being in debt to the ghost for the rest of your life, or just a quick kiss? What could truly be worse?

Your lips perked, pressing the smooth skin to his roughly textured face. The breath from his chest released, his body rising into the air as a content and loving look loomed over his face. The expression bright and humane, small hearts floated around his head before popping one by one. Your heart sputtered at the bizarre man, internally questioning how someone so different could be so charming at the same time. His feet lowered back to the ground, a look of sadness behind his irises as he blinked down at your cold hands.

“Well, I suppose I’m off then. Don’t you worry about those pesky spirits any more. And I’m always three words away!” he grinned, laughing at himself for his reference. The last of his pearled smiles taking your view, he backed towards the closed fridge, slowly taking his leave.

Opening the door of your refrigerator, the steam from within released into the room, the temperature hot compared to the cold smoke that would naturally depart from the appliance. BamBam’s smile saddened, your voice caught his ears just as he bent down to retreat back from where he came from, a new look of elation in his eyes from your soft voice.

“Maybe come back again, but sooner?” you asked, his cheeks becoming rosy from the light tone in your voice. “You seem to always be alone-” Mention of his caprice seity intrigued you, watching the corner of his lips rise into a gentle smile at your attentiveness. “-but maybe I can be some sort of company every once in a while?”

His eyes were bright compared to his scary aura, the color of his skin grew flush at your words. He seemed more excited about speaking to you than he did taking care of your ghosts, the tame grip of his hands around the handle of the fridge releasing as he bent down again to step inside. His voice called back to you, muffled by the strange void as he finally left you. “I’d quite like that! If you enjoy another little haunting from time to time!”

[moccahobi]

2022 Review

 I’ve done these a few times! Love reviewing my writing this way! Thank you @here4theheartbreak​ for giving me the outline for this last year!

Fandom(s): BTS and Got7

Total Fics: 17

 Total Words: 48,673 words

 ~SHIP/CHARACTER BREAKDOWN~ 

Ships (if applicable):      

Yoongi x Namjoon

Hoseok x Taehyung

Namjoon x Jimin

Jaebum x Youngjae

 Character Frequency:     

Jungkook: 1

Taehyung: 8

I am counting each post separately, so this is skewed by AFBTTYA

Jimin: 2

Hoseok: 1

Namjoon: 2

Yoongi: 2

Seokjin: 1

Jaebum: 3

Youngjae: 3

Character POVs: 

AFBTTYA has a mix of multiple character POVs (Reader, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Yoongi)

Reader

Jimin

Yoongi

Taehyung

Listen and Learn has both Seokjin and the reader

Did you seem to have a preference for any particular member/ship/pov? Why?

Namjoon in ships is a fairly common one! I think that next year, I want to mindfully explore other ships!

Love me a Namjoon ship! Also it was very much part of the projects I was working on.

Less of a prefrence, I noticed (while counting all the fic pairings) that I didn’t have a Seokjin fic. In 2023, I really want to be more conscious of the members I am writing for.

I was mostly focusing on AFBTTYA and other fics/stories were less mindfully focused on. It happens.

Though mentally, I think that I often lean more towards writing POVs from specific members, I do see more of a lean towards the reader! Quite interesting!

Reader POVs are still my default so I think I notice when I do other POVs (with reader inserts).

 ~SPECIFICS~ 

Best and Worst Title? 

Best: Let You Fly

 Worst: Defrosting Ivy

 Best and Worst first line?

 Best: “The sweet fragrance of the flower shop filled Jimin’s nostrils as he worked away on a bouquet order.” (Let You Fly)

 Worst: “You looked down at the sheet of paper, the first of many...” (Listen and Learn)

 Best and Worst ending line? 

Best: “Everyone felt like a family. A Home. And as the night became day, you started to understand the truth.” (Buried Truths) 

This was actually a modified prompt from a prompt generatior that told me to end with something along the lines of “As the run rose, he understood the truth.” 

 Worst: “Now the real fun began.” (Hands, Hands, and More Hands)

 ~GENERAL QUESTIONS~ 

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected? 

Oh my I wrote so much! So much! I am in awe!

Any reasons why? 

I had anticipated and planned to only write a little. All I really kept focus on was finishing AFBTTYA and anything else was a happy biproduct. 

What pairing/genre/fandom/trope did you write that you would never have predicted last year? 

OpEds!

How was it? 

I enjoyed it a lot! One was a hit and the other wasn’t but I intend to keep writing them! They are going to be something I do every once in a while and I am excited to have these convos!

 What’s your favorite story this year? 

Let You Fly! I enjoyed it soooooooooooo much!

Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. Why? 

Buried Truths! With an ace reader, a supernatural plot, some side plots, and a fun mxm pairing! It was so fun!

Highkey, that dynamic started as a critique of people who don’t like MxM. Common critiques I see for MxM are that it is forcing sexuality or a ship on the members... that it is disrespectful to imagine two members together. So in this story, having the reader be a wing person with no romantic pairing was a sort of to show how MxM, like MxR, is set in a world of disbelief. MxM isn’t saying that this pairing is real or that we want it to happen, it is simply a story. Also I really wanted to have more ace representation in fics so it was fun to make the reader ace and have a plot around that. 

Okay, your readers' most popular story? 

A Story From a Different Time

Story most underappreciated by the universe? 

Buried Truths. Hands down. 

Why? 

It’s MxM, there is a reader but no pairing, it’s a supernatural au, it’s Got7. There are many reasons I think it didn’t get a lot of notes.

Story that could have been better? 

Listen and Learn

Why? 

I wrote it sort of last minute. I realized I hadn’t done something for Seokjin and wanted to. So it kinda just... was quickly put together! I think it could’ve been fun to expand on more.  

Sexiest story? 

Stares in ace. 

My most acesexy story is Defrosting Ivy. Through out the past two years, I’ve been collecting quotes and ideas from different shows, books, podcasts, and conversations and pulling them together to try to come up with a story. I have so many fun, exciting, and tourturesome ideas at hand for that story. I can’t wait. 

Saddest story? 

Let You Fly 

What a great angsty story! I love it!

Fluffiest story?

Heated Blanket or A Story From a Different Time!

Most fun story (in content)?

A Story From a Different Time!

This story actually was intended to come out last year but due to my health issues and low inspiration, I put it on the backburner. 

That being said, it was inspired by an inside joke with @taegularities​, @voiceswithoutlips​, @heejinnien​, and @biaswreckme​. Rid is a grandma. We’d call her that all the time! So the fic was really quite a play off of that! And as I kept writing and expanding on it, I was able to put a lot more little inside comments and moments that I enjoyed adding!

Hardest story to write? 

A Fae’s Brew to Take You Away.

Not to get sentimental, but I started this story my freshman year of college. I am now a senior. It’s been with me through countless struggles and been waiting patiently while I did other stuff. I let it collect dust and when I got back to it, while I did finish writing it (and now need to edit it), it was a STRUGGLE. I lacked inspiration half the time.  

Easiest/most fun story to write? 

Defrosting Ivy and Let You Fly

What story took the longest? 

A Fae’s Brew to Take You Away. I started it 2019.

Did you take any writing risks this year? 

What did you learn from them?

What was your most productive days/day of the week/month, etc in terms of writing?

November and December! I went from writing 1-3k at the beginning of this year to writing 16-20k in November and December! It’s been a slow workup but I am so happy with all I’ve managed!

Name one thing you improved on this year in relation to writing. Either an actual technical writing thing, or even a mental approach to writing change. 

My relationship with writing. In addition to my physical inability to write as much at the beginning of the year, I had a mental block. I wouldn’t say burn out but I was darn close. I entered this year so unhappy with my writing and with work and time, I’ve really worked on healing that relationship!

Name one thing you'd like to improve on in the future? 

Writing consistently while maintaining my healthy relationship. I want to make a habit of having a consistent writing pattern without feeling like I am losing control of all that I’ve done to help my mental health with writing. While this month and last I wrote so much, I struggled with it as well. I felt like I was losing control almost and had days where I had to not write because I was starting to have toxic thoughts around my writing again. I want to keep a positive relationship with my writing. 

Why, and how do you think you could do it? 

I will try to carve out time each day to write. It will vary depending on my schedule which fluxuates with school and work but I will plan and give myself space to write. 

I want to try to do weekly check-ins with my writing to see how I am feeling and what my goals are. 

I really want to follow my inspiration

What are your fic writing goals for next year? 

Continuing my goals from this year, I want to finish more of my WIPs. The one’s I am thinking of working on (in no particular order) are:

AFBTTYA (editing)

Golden Ramyeon (writing and editing)

Defrosting Ivy (writing and editing)

At least one got7 wip of mine (writing and editing)

Life on Pause (writing and editing)

Take part in a project and a collab

Read more fanfic and improve my reviews

I intend to try to hold myself to this by posting bi-monthly collections of all that I’ve read with reviews and information!

Continue healing my relationship with my writing

How? I don’t quite know ripppp

 And finally, fics that you wrote in 2021:

I am not linking these but here is the list from my sheets

AFBTTYA 10

Heated Blanket

Happy Together Ficlet

AFBTTYA 11

Hands, Hands, and More Hands

AFBTTYA 12

Let You Fly

AFBTTYA 13

AFBTTYA 14

Buried Truths 1

Buried Truths 2

AFBTTYA 15

A Story from a Different Time

Buried Truths 3

Listen and Learn

Shut Up and Kiss Me

Defrosting Ivy

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Forgotten Memories. 8

You never wanted new flatmates but yet here you are, sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook and Kim Yugyeom. 

Maybe landlord Taehyung had a reason for letting Jungkook and Yugyeom move into your apartment. You only hoped that they didn't mind living with a ghost.

Jungkook  roommate au ft BTS & Got7

Warnings; Supernatural stuff. Sad stuff. Ghost Y/N. Ghost Namjoon. Mentions of suicide. Mentions of death. Swearing. Harmful things.

Forgotten Memories Masterlist  

Trigger warnings- violence. death.

7:49am the following morning, Jungkook looked over at you. You were staring up at the building in front of you both. He didn't say a word but you still looked at him and nodded. He offered a small smile before you both climbed out from his car.

"Are you okay?" His words were soft. You gave him a look and laughed. "What?"

"I'm dead, Jungkook." His features read unimpressed and you sighed, following him into the employees only entrance. "I'm...nervous...excited...about to throw up, I dunno." You confessed.

"Can ghosts even throw up?" He snorted and you fell still for a second, realising the thought never occurred to you before skipping over your missed step to catch up with his long strides. "CEO doesn't get in until 10." He informed quietly as you two neared the doors leading to the lobby. "The motion sensors have been turned off so you have plenty of undisturbed time to snoop."

"I looked almost everywhere last time, I should be done in an hour at the most." You stated. Jungkook stopped by the doors and turned to face you. He gave an encouraging smile then left you in the hallway alone to attend his post at the front desk.

Not wanting to waste time, you followed the route you easily knew and found yourself stood outside the office of Cho Daejun. A moment of uncertainty washed throughout your body. What if your suspicions are wrong and you've been wasting your time? What if really, Cho Daejun was just a filthy pervert and nothing more? What if you never find out who truly ended your life before you could really start it?

You didn't allow the doubts to settle and shook out your limbs to shake off the icy hand clasping tighter around your heart.

You took a deep inhale and stepped over the threshold. Your legs lead you over to the desk to pick up where you were forced to leave off days ago.

Over an hour later, you had searched every single shelf and skim read every document, you would've even attempted to hack the computer if there even was one. That alone seemed suspect to you as you were pretty certain that during your last break-in visit there was a monitor and keyboard on the desk. You could understand a laptop leaving or one part of the computer for repairs but the whole system vanishing left a whirlwind in your mind.

There wasn't a single drawer left unturned but you found nothing of interest, nothing connecting Cho Daejun to either Namjoon or yourself.

A groan of defeat left your throat as you flopped down onto the floor, not knowing what to do with yourself. You had hit a dead end in your search and hadn't the faintest idea where to go next. You had been so certain that the CEO was responsible for your murder that you hadn't even entertained the idea of what step to take if you could find no evidence to back up your accusations.

Jungkook had grown nervous once the one hour mark hit. He had believed your estimated time of return a little too wholeheartedly. He had a lot of faith in you considering you were the ghost of a girl whom he never knew in life. Adding the fact you had forgotten all memories of your life, anyone would've told Jungkook not to trust you so easily. Then again, that would mean Jungkook would actually have to inform someone of the fact he was playing sidekick to the ghost of the home he resided in.

Half an hour left until CEO Cho Daejun was due to arrive and Jungkook couldn't sit around tapping his foot any longer. Without even snatching up his walkie-talkie from the desk, he made his way up to the office. When he arrived, it was dead silent, not even the rustle of paper beyond the locked door. He was less concerned finding the door still locked, at least no-one had found you but it certainly didn't mean no-one ever would.

Quickly, he unlocked the door and peeked inside. "Y/N?" He heard you grunt back so he slipped into the office, looking around for you. He found you on the other side of the desk, staring up at the ceiling blankly. "What're you doing?!" He hissed. "You can't just lay there!" He made a move to grab you but remembered the feeling that spread through his body the last, and only, time you had touched him and pulled his hands back rather rapidly.

"There's nothing." You muttered. "Not a single piece of evidence linking him to either of us. I was so certain he was the culprit, Jungkook." You looked at him and for the first time since he had met you, he saw you for what you were, the lifeless remnants of a human destined for nothing more than what you had previously achieved in your two decades of breathing.

"Oh." Cautiously, he crouched down beside you, keeping his ears perked in case Daejun arrived early for once. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know." You confessed, hopelessness smothering your features as your attention returned skywards.

Jungkook wanted to comfort you, he wanted to tell you that together you'd figure something out, that he'd carry your ring in his pocket for the rest of his life if that was what it took to solve the mystery of your death but, he was too caught up on the hands of the clock.

"I need to get back to my station." He announced, getting up. He gave you one last sympathetic look before leaving you, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Minutes passed before you moved. You turned your head to the clock to find there wasn't much time left before the occupant of the office would arrive. You weren't at all concerned he would see you upon arrival, that wasn't what spurred you to finally move. It was simply the fact you didn't want to be in the vicinity of the prick.

With a heavy sigh, you rolled onto your side and reached up your left arm to grasp the edge of the desk ready to pull yourself up but, something caught your eye. Something was tucked under the desk. You dropped your arm back down and shuffled closer to eye the object. Due to the lack of lighting though, you couldn't make out the shape so you opted for sliding your hand underneath, doing your best to ignore the dust buildup, until your fingers touched the object. It was smooth and folded under your touch. It felt like paper. Your pulse quickened for reasons you couldn't understand until you had the object in your hands and were sat up. A brown envelope with a protruding section. It wasn't sealed, just tucked in so you opened it and emptied the contents onto the floor in front of you.  A disc in a protective sleeve and a single earring. Instinctively, you reached up to touch your earlobe. The earring in your ear felt similar to the one on the floor. You moved your hand to touch your other earring but, there wasn't one, just an empty hole. You reached down to pick up the item. As soon as it was in your grasp, your mind turned with a memory. The day you bought the earrings. Jackson was by your side, helping you choose them out. They were silver and blue, to match Namjoon's watch that you had just picked up from that same store for repair.

Your fingers fumbled with the disc, taking it from the sleeve to turn it over. There was just a date on it. The day before you died.

There wasn't a doubt in your entire body that this was the evidence you were looking for, the reason you put the ring in Jungkook's pocket. Your subconscious knew where you needed to be but it only just learned out why.

Quickly, you put the items back into the envelope and made your way to the door where you abruptly stopped. There wasn't a way for you to get the envelope to the other side. The door was a perfect fit meaning no gaps around to fit anything underneath. You certainly didn't know how to pick a lock. But even if you could get the items to the other side, you couldn't smuggle them from the building. Sure, you could go easily unnoticed but a floating envelope, on the other hand, that would probably make a few people suspicious. You had to think of another way.

It took everything in Jungkook not to react to your wide, frantic eyes rapidly approaching him as you sprinted from the stairs to his desk.

"He's involved, I have proof." You announced, leaning on the desk facing him. Due to the throngs of staff members and visitors in the lobby, he barely responded. A subtle nod that you had to squint to see signalled he heard you. "I can't get it out of the room, I need your help, Jungkook." He didn't respond at all that time. His eyes trailed to the monitors showing live camera footage. He leant forward and grabbed the mouse to click through, looking for a particular station. Upon finding it was still broken, he stood up and casually headed to the stairs.

"There's no cameras in the stairwells." He announced once he started climbing, your steps quick to follow him. "The camera between your office and his is still broken."

"How long has it been broken?" You mumbled.

"About three weeks."

"About when I died." He looked at you with widened eyes.

Suddenly, Jungkook's steps grew more urgent.

***

Taehyung didn't question why you barged into his apartment and opened the door to let Jungkook in behind you.

"You're back early," Taehyung commented, smiling warmly at Jungkook. "It's not even 11 yet so you can't be back for lunch."

"This is important," Jungkook announced, pulling the envelope from the large pocket inside his jacket. Taehyung's eyebrows lifted and he settled on the couch seeing you had already started up the DVD player. Jungkook handed you the disc and stood by the arm of the couch. It was the first time he had been in Taehyung's apartment and felt bad enough that he wasn't even invited in by the owner himself but he also knew whatever was on the disc was important. "Where's Joon?" You asked, glancing at Taehyung before turning your attention to the remote as you perched beside Taehyung on the couch.

"Here," Namjoon spoke walking into the apartment. "I was with Jackson at work but I got a feeling to come here." He settled down beside you. "You found something?" It was more of a whispered statement than a question but you nodded in confirmation.

You pressed play and the video started.

"It's security footage." Jungkook realised instantly. "This is the hallway between your office and the CEO's."

The time stamp read 20:45. You all watched as you walked from your office to the end of the hall, files in your arms. No-one said a word and nothing happened on screen until the clock read 21:27.

Cho Daejun exited his office and walked to yours which he entered quickly. The light turned off and he exited, your bag and jacket in his arms. He returned to his own office and everything grew still for a while longer. At precisely 10pm, he re-emerged your unconscious body in his arms.

Namjoon reached out to hold your hand tightly at the sight of blood obviously trailing from a fresh wound on your head.

"He did it..." Jungkook spoke, his voice barely audible with shock. "He really killed you."

"No...look...my chest is moving." You noted. "I was still alive here."

"I don't think he was taking you to the hospital, babe." Namjoon said, his voice weak with pain, seeing you in that state, so weak and vulnerable.

A hooded figure appeared on the screen. Daejun spoke to the person who didn't seem to react much to the unconscious woman in the CEO's arms. It was as if he expected to happen upon such a scene. The figure stepped aside giving the camera glimpse of his face but it was mostly shadowed, letting Daejun pass and walk down the hallway to the stairwell. Suddenly, the man looked up at the camera, his expression angry. He stormed forward to approach the device and then the screen went blank.

"What-?" Jungkook started to speak but cut off when the picture picked back up but it didn't show the hallway anymore, it was a black and white view of the carpark behind the building.

Daejun was still carrying your body and had just exited the building. Another figure appeared on screen seemingly from nowhere. It was Namjoon.

"I-I was picking you up from a late shift..." Namjoon muttered, the memory returning. His free hand reached up to cover his mouth as tears gathered in his eyes. "I remember...I remember this...this...I tried to save you..." You looked at him and your heart broke. The pain Namjoon was suffering was obvious, it was the easiest he had ever been to read. Even someone that didn't know him could read his feelings then. Jungkook could even tell how broken Namjoon suddenly was, his shadow gave off such a dark, heart-wrenching aura that turned Jungkook's stomach.

"That's him, isn't it?" He asked. "That's your boyfriend, Namjoon." You looked up at your new friend and nodded seeing he was pointing at the screen.

Your attention returned to the video.

Immediately, Namjoon's smile dropped. The flowers in his hands fell to the ground and he ran forward to take your body from Daejun. Of course, the CEO was having none of that. He pounced forward and attacked Namjoon. Namjoon was put off balance and toppled over but he still managed to turn your bodies so he hit the ground first and you landed on top of him. Namjoon carefully moved you from him and moved forward to push Daejun away when he made a move to grab you again. That was where he really lost it and started to violently assault Namjoon. All Namjoon could do was protect your body with his own, unable to fight back.

"I don't think you should watch this, Y/N." Taehyung spoke, his tone serious. He knew what was coming, you all did, it didn't take a genius to realise that this was where Namjoon's life ended. You gripped your boyfriend's hand tight but couldn't remove your eyes from the screen even if you could only just make sense on the scene through the tears that clouded your vision.

The hooded man ran into view, tossing down the items in your hands. Your jacket and bag, he must've gone to the CEO's office to retrieve them. There was no doubt he was in on it then. Namjoon struggled to fight off both men but he was weak and could only look longingly at your unconscious figure sprawled on the gravel as the hooded man gripped his arms, holding them behind his back. A flash of light hit the camera lens, blinding it for a second. When the picture returned to normal, Daejun was directly in front of Namjoon, so close that it was clear what he was doing before any visual was given. When Daejun moved back after what looked like some harsh words spat at Namjoon, a blade came into view, covered in blood. A few quick thrusts forward from Daejun to Namjoon's stomach before the hooded man let him drop to his knees. Namjoon fell to his side, one arm wrapped around his stomach to try and stem the bleeding but it was clear no amount of pressure would save him. Despite his state, Namjoon still tried to return to you. He never made it. Daejun and the hooded man stared down at Namjoon's lifeless body.

No-one in the room said a word. No-one thought they were able to even utter a syllable, too shocked at what they just saw.

Jungkook felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to run away and turn his back on the video. He wanted to pretend he never saw it. He wanted to pretend he never met you. He wanted to wipe the past week from his mind but he couldn't. It was real and he couldn't change it. All he could do was run over to the kitchen sink where he emptied the contents of his stomach.

Taehyung felt almost as sick as Jungkook but he had time to mentally prepare for a murder scene. He never quite realised he'd see it play out but he managed to push down his churning stomach contents to get up and approach Jungkook to rub a soothing hand over the younger male's back.

Neither you nor Namjoon could move, your eyes glued to the screen still.

The hooded man got to work work, literally slapping Daejun back to reality before barking orders that the audioless recording couldn't relay. He walked over to the nearest car and opened the boot. Together, the two men picked up Namjoon's body to throw him carelessly into the small space, not caring that they had to fold him up. Daejun wiped his hands off on Namjoon's jacket before rushing to your body. He picked you up carefully and left view. The video showed the hooded man cleaning up the scene. By the time he was done, there wasn't a single spot of blood left. He was clearly a professional. He threw everything on top of Namjoon's body before slamming the boot and leaving view. The car drove off and the picture cut out.

Taehyung had managed to calm Jungkook down enough to stop the younger throwing up and instead sip some cold water.

"What're we going to do, hyung?" Jungkook asked and he sounded so childlike and innocent that Taehyung's frown deepened. "We can't just keep this to ourselves."

"We can't say a ghost found it, no-one will believe us," Taehyung replied.

"I'll say I did. I was doing rounds and saw the earring on the floor so I bent down to pick it up and found the disc and envelope too." Taehyung eyed Jungkook for a moment, before nodding.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Jungkook nodded in agreement and put down the glass. The pair walked over and gathered up the evidence.

"What're you doing?" You asked, watching them move around.

"We're going to the police," Taehyung informed. "They can't sit back and do nothing once they watch this."

"I'll keep bugging them until they find out what happened to you too, Y/N." Jungkook informed and you believed him, with everything you had.

***

It was early hours of the next morning when the door to Taehyung's apartment opened. You and Namjoon both jumped up from the spaces on the couch that you still occupied.

Namjoon had tried getting you to go with Jungkook, to see firsthand everything that happened but, you didn't want to leave him alone after he had witnessed his own murder.

Taehyung walked in and held the door open for Jungkook who looked torn. On one hand, he looked overjoyed but on the other, he looked heartbroken. Taehyung had the same expression on his features.

"He confessed," Jungkook announced, unable to face your desperate, pleading expression longer than necessary.

"W-what?" You stammered.

"The police arrested him straight away once they watched the video. For kidnapping, Namjoon's murder and suspected murder of you too, Y/N." Taehyung stated. "And the CEO couldn't handle the pressure. They barely said a word to him in the interview room and he confessed."

"Confessed to what exactly?" Namjoon pushed.

"Everything, he confessed to everything."

[kookie-vith-suga]

Renegades #13

Word count: 2298

Warnings: A little angst

Author’s note: Sorry for being so busy but I am really trying...

First tell me how adorable he looks in that gif!! OMG ♥♥

Also super special thanks to @solvej for requesting this and I hope you can forgive me that it took me so long ♥♥ This hopefully is to your liking ;)

Please enjoy and have a nice and safe day/night ♥

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Kid

!! Requests are closed !!

Request: Can I ask for a supernatural 3, 9, 12 With Jackson (got7)  Please?  If yes, thanks. 😊            

3: “I could take care of you so much better than him, don’t forget, I was an angel once too”

9: “Oh please.. Don’t pull your tragic immortal bullshit on me”

12: “Be mine.. And I’ll do anything for you”

“Jaebum”, you shook him lightly to wake him up. Currently his back was facing you and he was murmuring something incomprehensible while flailing.

That was how he had woken you up from a very strange dream. You had been walking a seemingly endless street with no one in sight. It was pitch black to your right and left only a street light ever five meters was lighting your way. You just started to question the purpose of your actions when a hand creeped around your waist out of nowhere and you were pulled into the darkness of an alley.

You felt yourself getting pressed against a cold wall and a hot breath tingling on your skin.

“Nice to meet you”, a hoarse voice remarked, “I’m Jackson and you are fucking hot.” His hands started roaming over your body. His touch felt real. You never had such vivid dreams.

You giggled uneasily. “Thank you but-”

“Less talking, more fun”, he hushed you up. A second later his lips found that sweet spot on your neck and you could not help but let out a small moan.

“More”, you breathed out.

You felt him smirking against your skin.

“As you wish princess.” He sang his teeth into your soft skin and a burning sensation ran through your body.

“Jaebum”, you repeated and forced him to lie on his back. You jerked out of shock. The man lying there was not. Another man who’s face you have not seen before.

Suddenly his eyes shot open and he stared at you. “Hello princess”, a smirk curled his lips upwards, “You are even more beautiful in real life. He does have a good taste. I’ll give him that.”

“W-w-what are you doing here? Where is Jaebum?!”,you stuttered.

“Ahh why are you asking for him when we are together now. Have your parents never told you that these things are rude”, he whined and in a swift move he had slung his arms around your hips and pulled you on his lap.

“Hey don’t touch me!”, you struggled to free yourself from his touch. “I demand to know who you are?!”

“Wow so bossy. You exactly know how to turn me on.” He sat up and his lips started ghosting over your shoulders. His hot breath against your exposed skin let you shiver involuntarily. But he did not touch you.

“This is not funny.” You pushed against his chest. “I will call the police if you don’t tell me what you did to my boyfriend!”

He pulled back so much he could look at you. “All these questions really? Aish what a pain in the ass.” He scratched the back of his head when suddenly his face lit up “I answer yours, if you will answer mine first.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest to show confidence but also to cover yourself a bit more since you were only in a thin negligee. You nodded and immediately a great smirk formed on his lips. That look alone made you feel uneasy but you tried to not show it. “Should we continued where we stopped in your dream?”

His lips then crashed onto yours and his hands tangled into your hair. Too startled to protest you let him kiss you. You had to admit that it was really not a normal kiss. “Some next level shit”, to quote your best friend.

“This was...incredible”, he pulled back panting, “Unfortunately I must go because your Jaebummie is starting to fight back. Please give him my regards and tell him I am back. Furthermore I have no intentions of leaving too soon especially since I have found you now.” He stared into your eyes intensely and started pulling at the ribbons which were the only thing covering your breast. “We should work on our cooperation since we will see us more often from now on. By the way I could take care of you so much better than him, don’t forget, I was an angel once too.”

After those words he let himself fall back to the bed and he was gone. The man under you was your boyfriend again.

“Jaebum!”, you exclaimed wrapping your hands around his neck and helping him up to lean against the backrest, “Are you alright? This guy. He had been taking over your body or so. I don’t-”

“I know, Y/N. That basterd”, Jaebum gritted his teeth.

“Who was he?” You felt an adrenalin rush running through your veins.

“Jackson is my half brother. I have not seen him for five years now. Ever since he had fallen.”

“Fallen? Half brother? So everything he said was right.”

“What else did he say to you?”, Jaebum seemed to be over his dizziness and inspected you.

“Well he umm said a lot of things..like he is back and you should be careful and he also..”, you hesitated to tell him.

“What Y/N?! Tell me! What did that basterd do to you?!” His hands started roaming over your body roughly looking for wounds.

“Nothing. He did not hurt me.” You cupped his face to make him stop. “But-”

“He marked you.” You could see Jaebum’s eyes literally glowing in a deep red as he noticed that purple mark on your neck.

“How did that came there? He only kissed me on the mou-”, you thought out loud before stopping yourself. Something had popped into your mind. Is it possible that this dream was indeed pretty real? Your eyes found Jaebum again who looked furious.

“J-jaebummie. Calm down please. You are scaring me.” The same moment you said it Jaebum threw you off himself and stood up. Before you could stop him he had been gone.

Fuck. This is not good.

Jaebum had not shown himself ever since that evening and you were worried sick. You contacted every single friend of him well aware of there true forms and abilities. Jaebum had introduced you to that world at an early state of your relationship since he did not wanted to have any secrets from you. But he never once mentioned a sibling. So much for no secrets!

It only had been two days ago when this whole stir started. Ever since then there had been not a minute you could rest and now you have reached the point of total exhaustion. You laid down on your bed. Only for a quick minute. You closed your eyes and fell asleep instantly.

“Ahh there you are! Finally. I questioned myself already when you will come back to me. I thought you humans need a lot more sleep.”

“I will not talk to you. Because of you I do not know where Jaebum is!”; you turned around.

“How is it my fault that you got yourself such a bad boyfriend?!”, he teased.

You touched the spot on your neck where the mark was still visible. It had not faded at all “You know damn well why it is your fault!”, you huffed.

He suddenly appeared right in front of you without any noise. “You had nothing to oppose when I remember it well. Weren’t you the one to tell me to do more in that sexy voice”, he cocked his head to the side with a devilish smirk.

“Fuck you”; you spat but you could not help but get embarrassed.

“I would prefer fucking you.” His fingers grazed along your arms downwards.

“Stop this!”, you withdrew yourself from his touch.

“Come on, Y/N. Can’t you see I am kidding? You could really be a bit nicer to someone who has to suffer on this planet for the rest of his endless life”

“Oh please.. Don’t pull your tragic immortal bullshit on me. You must have done something really bad to be kicked out of heaven so I am sure you deserve to suffer.”

His expression got hard for a second. “I would not say kicked out. I rather chose to leave.”

You could not hide the surprise in your face. “How come?”

“Only so much. Heaven is not such a happy place you pathetic mundanes imagine it to be. You actually got it way better down here. The freedom to do whatever you want while we are treated like slaves up there. Why do you think my brother was so eager to get into a relationship with you?”

“Because he fell in love with me”, you stated trying to sound confident. There had not been a moment you had questioned Jaebum’s stay in your world.

He let out a laugh as if your answer had been totally ridiciulous. “I will try to break it down to you so you can understand it. As long as he can exhibit a human being as his fosterling he is allowed to stay down here and still maintain his status at heaven. It may be that he developed feelings for you but more likely he is just a very good actor and you have been fooled the whole time. Because I have to admit he is a great actor indeed.”

“Stop this. You are lying!”, you protested, “Jaebum does love me.”

“Not like I could.” He took your hands in his.

“What are you saying? You don’t know me at all!”

“I do. For example I know you love to eat joghurt with fruits for breakfast and you change the fruit every day. Monday bananas, Tuesday strawberries, Wednesday apple, Tuesday raspberry, Friday-”

“Cut it. That only proofs that you are a creep.”

“Well I also know you love it when someone is running his hands through your hair till you fall asleep because your mom used to do that and that you got that little scare on your head”, he pointed at it gently,”from playing pony with your sister when you were kids.”

You breathed out. “Okay so what?! You know these things about me and expect me to leave Jaebum now.”

“Y/N, can’t you see how I am trying to help you out of a relationship that surely is gonna break you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then come with me. I will show you.” He did not let you decide and just took you by the hand and started running.

There you stood on a isolated street looking back and forth between the two men to your right and left. They looked exactly the same. Like Jaebum.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why did you brought her here? You know she is not allowed here?”, The left Jaebum questioned. Desperately you eyed him trying to find something that was familiar.

“Look how he acts so unaware but in reality he brought you here”, the right one retorted. You looked at him as well. There was not a thing you could spot that were different. The same warm eyes, the same broad shoulders and the same clothes with the black cap. You sighed out loud. 

“It is me Y/N! My love.This is just a trap. You need to believe me!” He took a couple of steps closer.

“Don’t listen to him Y/N! He is tricking you. I am the real one, your Jaebummie!, the other one pulled you by your arm so you were standing next to him.

Who can be trusted here?

“What is that suppose to show me, Jackson?”, you demanded to know looking back and forth between the two men.

“Let us go”, the other one snatched your hand from the other’s grip and pushed the other one away. It had not been a normal push but more a massive punch since he was thrown back a few meters.

Quickly he turned around the corner where a great church like building appeared and you headed straight towards it. Just when the doors closed behind you, you heard someone behind you yelling: “Please don’t go in there, Y/N!”

You had entered a long corridor. In front of the door at the very end he let go of your hand.

“Stay here and listen.”

He entered the room but leave the door open.

“Im Jaebum why are you here again? I told you that it will take a bit to find another human girl for you. We will contact you.”, an old man’s voice pointed out. Your muffled a cry by putting your hand over your mouth. What did he just say?! 

“Yeah I know but I wanted to know. What will happen to Y/N now?”

There was a short silence.”What a stupid question. You know the procedure. Every memory she has about you and the existence of our species get wiped out and she will continue her life as a happy stupid mundane”, he stated with a obviousness that let cold shivers run down your spine. “It is too sad that such a good example had been bedrabbled by a renegade. In addition to that he also belongs to your family. What a shame.”

“I know a great shame. Anyway thank you very much, Sir. That would be everything then.”

“Look forward to the new girl. She is gonna be a good one too. I am sure.”

“Of course. Thank you again.”

You heard his footsteps coming closer again but it did not matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Your whole world just fell apart. You hugged your knees biting back tears.

You felt his presence next to you. “That is what I meant Y/N. To them you are just one out of many but not for me. This mark will protect you”, his fingertips touched it gently. “I will protect you. So be mine.. And I’ll do anything for you.”

I am not sure if everything is understandable for you...but I hope so :D

Thank you also to @sanara27 @fxtedriders @karougirl123 @angeliczerp @eyesopenwide16 @fantasyinmyworld-blog for your interest :) I hope you liked this as well  even though it turned out pretty different from what I thought :P

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Werewolf!Jackson Moodboard 🌕 ---- The change hurt, but you get use to it after a while.. -Jade

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I Feel The Light, You Calling My Name (AO3 Novel)

Where Hyunae and Sooae are sisters in a Soulmate AU and two ordinary college graduates trying to land their dream jobs.

But what happens when Sooae- who’s been waiting and wishing for her soulmate her entire life- finds out her perfect match is the famous kpop idol, Bang Chan?

And what happens when Hyunae- who was never interested in soulmates and never wanted it- unwillingly stumbles upon Kim Yugyeom, forced to fight against her own instincts?

Group: Stray Kids/Got7/Solo

Pairing: Yugyeom/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Hyunae), Chan/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Sooae)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sexual Content, Supernatural Elements, Cheating... (additional tags/warnings on official AO3 post)

In Progress

Hi (again lol) ☕

Just another promotional piece for my other story "I Feel The Light, You Calling My Name" 🎹😏

This is my first attempt at a Soulmate AU story, and there's a lot of original lore created so I could make the story my own (which I was super nervous about hehe) 😊📚 but I had so much fun with it!

If you like any of my additional works on here, please feel free to read the story!

"I Feel The Light, You Calling My Name" AO3 Link