#gradual with ot7

[dreamofbona]

the physical albums for dark blood are so aesthetic. i also like that they're doing three standard versions and the engene versions are member versions this time - new concept. mdo got so tiring with all the different versions but same concepts so it'll be refreshing. also member versions seem so fun like seeing what members i pull

[flwrstqr]

𓈒ENHYPEN WHEN THEY KISS YOU IN FRONT OF THEIR MEMBERS

── ୨୧ enha x f!reader 𝗀enre. fluff, imagines, ot7 works 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 counts . . . 1069 𝔀arning not proofread, kisses, suggestive┊DANi NOTEZ ‎⸝⸝⸝ okay this is barf. but who cares!!!!! (i know i promised a maknae line a few days ago for one of my fics, i PROMISE ill post it tmrw) ◞[ continue on to . . . library , request ]

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HEESEUNG (이희승)

heeseung's lips capture yours passionately as you lean against the counter. his hands slide to your waist, lifting you effortlessly until you're perched on the counter, his body between your legs. the world fades, and it's just you and him, lost in the kiss.

"ahem," a voice interrupts.

the two of you, still oblivious, continues kissing until jay clears his throat again, louder this time.

you and heeseung pull away quickly, both of you turning in perfect sync to face jay. cheeks flushed, you avoid eye contact while heeseung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

jay smirks, shaking his head. "next time maybe somewhere a little more private," he teases, walking away with a chuckle.

rest of the members below !!

JAY (박종성)

you’re comfortably seated on jay’s lap, chatting with the rest of the members sprawled across the couch. the TV playing in the background. suddenly, jay’s lips press softly against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. he trails kisses up to your jawline, each one lingering a bit longer than the last. you giggle softly, leaning into his touch.

sunghoon, noticing, "bless my eyes," he exclaims, causing the other members to burst into laughter.

jay chuckles against your skin, his breath warm as he pulls away slightly but keeps you in his embrace. "jealous?" he teases, earning a playful glare from Sunghoon.

you blush, hiding your face in jay’s shoulder. "get a room," sunoo adds, grinning widely, making you and jay laugh even more.

JAKE (심재윤)

you're finishing up dinner with the members, and as you wash the dishes, Jake sneaks up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He whispers seductive words, planting soft kisses that gradually turn into playful hickeys.

his voice, low and teasing, whispers seductively in your ear, "you know, doing dishes would be much more fun if you let me distract you."

turning around, you stop washing dishes to kiss him. Mid-kiss, Riki walks in to put something away, freezing in shock. "oh my god," he blurts out, covering his eyes dramatically. "and i'm a minor.."

you and jake break apart, cheeks flushed with laughter. jake throws an arm around you protectively, still grinning. "sorry," he chuckles. "we'll try to keep it PG next time."

SUNGHOON (박성훈)

you're cuddled up with sunghoon in bed, enjoying a quiet moment together. his arms are wrapped around you protectively, and his kisses are sweet and gentle, starting from your forehead, trailing down to your lips.

suddenly, jungwon walks in, looking for his stuff. "sunghoon hyung, did you see my—" his sentence trails off as he catches sight of sunghoon kissing you. his eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly backs out of the room, mumbling an apology.

sunghoon pulls away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. he whispers to you, a hint of humor in his voice, "god, now they're gonna tease me."

you chuckle softly, reassuring him with a light kiss. "well i mean maybe it won't last long?" you whisper back.

SUNOO (김선우)

sunoo peppers you with playful kisses. his lips trail from your cheek to your neck, leaving you giggling and leaning into his embrace.

suddenly, heeseung walks in, catching the intimate moment. his eyes widen slightly in surprise. "oh, uhm, I'll just get going…" he stammers awkwardly, starting to back out of the room.

sunoo rolls his eyes good-naturedly, still holding your hand tightly. "seriously? you act like you've never seen love before," he teases, pulling you closer.

you laugh, cheeks warm as Heeseung chuckles nervously and makes a quick exit, leaving you and sunoo sharing a smile.

JUNGWON (양정원)

jungwon stands next to you, his arms wrapped around your waist. He leans in, attempting to kiss your lips, his eagerness evident. After a moment of playful resistance, you turn towards him, allowing him to kiss you.

his hands roam boldly over your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he savors every moment of intimacy. he turns his head to deepen the kiss, the other members around you exchange awkward glances and murmur softly. "uh, jungwon..." one begins cautiously

suddenly, jungwon snaps out of his moment, realizing he's not alone with you. his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he pulls back slightly, clearing his throat. "right, sorry," he mumbles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

RIKI (西村力)

riki leans into you, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he peppers your face with affectionate kisses, his lips warm against your skin. caught up in the moment, he plants a soft kiss on your lips.

suddenly, the door creaks open, and his members walks in. riki breaks the kiss abruptly, his expression innocent as he turns towards his members "hey, what's up?" he asks casually, pretending nothing had transpired.

once the members leaves, riki pulls you back into his embrace, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "phew, that was close," he murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, this time with even more fervor. "good thing they didn't catch us, princess," he whispers, his hands trailing teasingly down your back.

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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐑𝐢𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

★ ot7 x fem!reader

★ The Riize members who would respond the best at being called 'Daddy' (Shotaro, Eunseok, Sungchan, Wonbin)

★ warnings: nsfw, +18, dom/sub dynamics, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Phone sex

─── ⋆⋅ Shotaro

Your voice is stern and remarkably unimpressed when you call your boyfriend's name from the kitchen. Only a couple seconds later, and Shotaro is lazily strolling in... large hands buried in his pockets with that distinct smile stretching the corners of his full lips. His eyes swell with mischief as he leans against the fragile counter.

"Yes, my love?" He sings in a tone of voice that Shotaro weaponizes against you time and time again. When his voice was as airy as it is right now, drenched in literal honey, it proved significantly difficult not to give into his advances.

Right now, however, you're perfectly unaffected by his smile. Instead, you cross your arms over your chest, giving him a death glare as you lean against the counter adjacent to him.

Shotaro's smile is immovable.

"God, you're so sexy when you're frustrated." He pushes himself over the counter, slyly prowling his way to you. "Makes me wanna-"

You push lightly at his chest. Turning instead, to just your head at the pickle jar sitting idly on the counter beside you both. "Open it."

Your voice is stern and monotonous with all traces of jest gone. "I don't have time for your nonsense, Shotaro."

"Ooh!" He exclaims, "My government name? You must really be mad," he snickers before bending down to splay slow wet kisses along your cheek.

"Shotaro." You push at him again, but his hands immediately fly to your hips.

"I'll open it," he whispers, voice heavy, "Just ask nicely," therein lay the proverbial catch. Shotaro could never just be nice for the sake of it. There was always a catch.

"Just..." he places his index finger under your chin, dragging your face up until your eyes were piercing into his. "Just ask me nicely."

Your breathing grows increasingly labored because your boyfriend is unfortunately incredibly attractive and incredibly persuasive. You watch the longing in his eyes grow with immense skepticism.

"I'll just ask Sungchan-"

He cackles loudly, "Do that and you won't get to cum for a month." He's smiling with his head tilted but one thing you learned was that Shotaro rarely ever made idle threats.

"Now c'mon," he says, bending down to you, "Just ask."

You're slipping unceremoniously into your subspace because he's cradling your face now. His shoulders are hunched over you protectively and you close your eyes as you force those words out.

"Please open the jar for me-" You begin, but his grip on your face is unrelenting as he sings, "Aaaahh-"

"Please open the jar for me," Your shoulders slump and exhale in defeat, "Daddy."

"See! How easy that was?" He praises you with a big peck on lips before swerving to pick up the jar of pickles. The big dopey grin he sports makes your embarrassment worthwhile, and Shotaro watches as you munch on your pickles.

"I like it when you ask for my help!"

─── ⋆⋅ Eunseok

It happens during dinner, more specifically, a group dinner to which you were so graciously invited along with the other partners of the other members. Excitement flowed like an electrical current in the air and everyone seemed pleasantly tipsy, whether by alcohol or just the overly infectious and good vibe. Naturally, your inhibitions are on an all time low, as you lazily leaned into your boyfriend while a flurry of waiters brought forth the second course.

Eunseok had been comfortable extending his voice over the chatter in the room while still allowing you to keep a steady grip around his bicep. His hand lazily sitting atop your lap, rubbing dizzying circles on your exposed thigh.

You're not sure how long this had been going on, Eunseok's fingers gradually hiking your pleated skirt up higher and higher while he remained chatting with his friends.

You couldn't contain yourself once his hand finally slipped inside, up under your skirt...

Instead of stopping him, instead of pushing him away by the hardened contours of his bicep, you let it happen. Releasing a small, little exhale as you opened your legs ever so slightly.

Despite still in animated conversation with Shotaro, you could hear the smirk peppered in his voice as his fingers eased their way against your cunt.

The mewl that escaped your throat was downright ungodly, but it succeeded in lightly coaxing Eunseok away from his previous conversation.

His eyes are heavy with seamless intoxication as he looks down at you with a breathless, close lipped smile. It's as if him previously ignoring you, had been It's own thing, along with rubbing your soaking cunt under the table.

Eunseok's eyes are glimmering when he bends down to whisper,

"You good?"

You most certainly did not have the current brain capacity to tell him you were absolutely not good because you've taken to opening your legs even wider. You shift uneasily, trying to create as much friction while still appearing inconspicuous, and Eunseok's eyes only grow heavier.

He fucking adores seeing you needy. He loved pushing you past the bounds of your own sensibilities. When your relationship began, it had been a case of 'if'. Whether it was actually possible to have his overly smart, overly independent girlfriend, cock drunk to the point incoherence. Once Eunseok learned that you were a fan of forfeiting the power in the bedroom, his goalposts had shifted to 'how quickly' he could get you to become a messy, needy little slut.

Evidently, this evening, it did not take much at all and he thanked the alcohol.

Panicking, you chose instead to focus on what was in front of you. A plate of glazed skewers that remained untouched, "Um..." you begin awkwardly while viciously apptempting to stave off just how needy you were, "I didn't order that-fuck," Your sentence wavers into a haorse crack as Eunseok's finger swipes over your puffy, clothed clit. In your periphery, his giant frame bends over your like an umbrella, focusing on your each and every movements.

"I didn't ask for..." You're absolutely fargone at this point, stopping and starting sentences while your brain fought the pleasure, "I didn't ask for the glazed squid skewers."

"You were in the bathroom," he immediately adds, and a jumpstart in conversation from the rest of the room would have completely made his next words go unnoticed. However, because you were hanging over everything falling out of his lips, you most definitely heard it. "I ordered for you."

Eunseok's fingers finally push past the barriers of your drenched panties, making direct contact with your weeping cunt.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Fuck- no, Daddy."

You immediate slapped a hand over your mouth, letting yourself whimper into the palm of your hand as your heart raged in its cage.

His face is expressionless.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" There was a dangerous, heavy lilt in his voice that made you assume you wholly and completely fucked up. For all of 2 seconds you mourn your own dignity. That was made even worse when Eunseok pulls his fingers out of your cunt, and up from under your skirt as he patted the material over your legs.

"We're leaving." He said to the rest of the group, "She has a work thing,"

He pulls you up by your forearm, leading you to pass his members and their unsatisfactory rumblings.

Before you even mame it outside, he pulls you towards him, letting his warm breathe ghost over your ear as he hissed, "I need you to call me that shit again," he breathes out. "This time, with my dick inside you."

─── ⋆⋅ Sungchan

His brows are glimmering with evidence of pregnant beads of sweat, but still, his mouth is unrelenting. Sungchan eats you out with absolute zeal every single time without fail. Some nights, your sex would consist purely of Sungchan pulling your legs over the side of his bed, while his tall frame descended on your weeping cunt as if it were his second dinner. He was brash and incredibly passionate, as he locked his giant arms around your arms when he caught sight of you trying to escape.

For the most part, however, Sungchan's eyes are heavy-lidded with lust as he French kisses your pussy like he his life depended on it.

"Fuck, Channie-"

A sharp pinch on your thigh releases a very curt, very loud yelp from your throat, and you glare down at him. Sungchan's eyes are deadly as he pulls his head back ever so slightly. His lower face is glistening with your juices, but he refuses to wipe anything away.

"Am I not eating you out good enough?" He asks, head tilting as if he were genuinely perplexed. "Why would you call me Sungchan," he sneers at the very thought.

"Ew." He adds, before lowering his face back down to your center.

"The sooner you take what I'm giving you, the sooner we'll both get to cum," he did not clarify further as he reattached his eager lips to your cunt. Sungchan was not lying about the fact that he too was quickly approaching orgasm. He's pushing his cock into the side of bed, where he kneeled. Ab muscles tightening as he splays sloppy kisses on your cunt. His tongue, delving past your folds, as far into your hole as it could go.

"J-Just like that, Daddy," Your fingers curl into Sungchan's hair and he perks up like an overstimulated puppy. His eyes crinkle at the sides as he moans straight into your pussy.

Sungchan's hips thrust against the bed, almost at the exact same pace his tongue was fucking up into you. All you saw were stars, and your vision blurred as you pulled his face even closer against your pussy.

Although he enjoyed everything you gave him, Sungchan would admit in a heartbeat that this was his favorite part. This is why he loved eating you out. He loved the depravity of it. He loved watching you loose every shred of sinisibility, belonging to him and him alone.

"That's it, baby," he'd whisper, "Doing so fucking good for Daddy..."

─── ⋆⋅ Wonbin

Your heart is swollen in its cage when you realize he's most definitely tired. Instead of resting his undoubtedly tired muscles, letting sleep take him away into the night garden, he is up, talking to you.

"-That was probably my favourite part. Although I do think I could've probably done better in the second verse..."

Tedium is thick in Wonbin's voice. Almost as thick as the gruff tenor that flows from his mouth, through the receiver held to your ear.

"Didn't I say you're not allowed to do that," You scold lightly.

He sighs heavily through the phone, and you can almost imagine his dark eyes rolling, "I shouldn't focus on anything out of my control, I know that."

You nod. "What's done is done, and I think you killed it thank you very much,"

You may never really know of the cataclysmic effect your praise has on your boyfriend. Even when you were a billion kilometers apart, being connected by a single phone call, Wonbin still feels his body heat up as if you were right there, in bed beside him. He can practically feel the bed dip in the phantom presence of your curves shifting up against him. If he closed his eyes and listened to your praise bleed from the receiver, he could imagine you were right underneath him, taking everything he had to give.

"Binnie?" You suddenly ask, and Wonbin snaps his eyes open, gazing up at the ceiling. Although he is alarmed to find that his hand had drifted underneath the waistband of his Nike sweatpants, Wonbin's voice is stable. Giving nothing away as he breathes out,

"I'm here. I'm just..." His words do not trail off indefinitely because Wonbin does not gave the capacity to sound unsure about anything. In fact, he sounds very much in control.

"I need you to tell me where you are right now..." that causes you to sit up straighter against the headboard, a rush of excitement spanning through the undercurrent of blood in your veins.

"I'm at home," you whisper back, not quite sure why you were whispering but feeling the need to nonetheless.

"Hmmm," the sound reached your ears with the satisfaction of a very big purring cat, "Can you touch yourself for me?"

You obey without a second thought. Wonbin had never been easy to overstep. His overall aura practically coaxed you into obeying his every word and so it is of no surprise to you, that your hands are already firmly down your shorts, legs parted as you grinded against your palm.

Your labored breathing is enough to push Wonbin even further down his spiral of lust and he groans as he says, "Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby," how you adored hearing his pet names, especially when your mind was utterly buzzing with desire. "Imagine I'm there with you right now-"

"Oh, fuck," easing your fingers inside of yourself had been far too was given just how slippery your pussy was. Wondbin begins to stroke his cock faster as the lewd sounds of you fucking yourself with your own fingers, travel through the receiver.

You're a moaning and whimpering mess while Wonbin's only noise of enjoyment is his heavy, labored breathing. His mouth is open and his eyes closed shut.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," He says, kneedeep into his own fantasy, "Taking me so fucking well." He strokes himself faster. "Are you close, baby?"

"F-fuck yes, Daddy." The first real and raw sound of lust slips passed Wonbin's mouth.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He whispers with his mind still reeling. "Say it again... Tell daddy just how close you are to making a mess on your fingers..." He urged, now on the doorstep of his orgasm, "Fucking say it again, baby... Please?"

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absence (1)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader... or not? content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, fangirling a lot and some self-deprecation. no proofread. this is just silly writing, we're on the safe zone for now. a/n. hi guys! i was gonna wait a little bit but i'm really excited about this one so you're gonna have earlier! thank u all for the support and i really hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

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You met them all at school. Each with their own ambitions, their different dreams, but so similar in the nature of their core. It was almost funny how everyone with their dissimilar personalities fit so strangely well into one school group. There were times when you could still remember how you used to tell them that all together they could rule the world.

Maybe that's why you didn't see them years ago.

Jeon Jungkook was an idol. There wasn't an hour in the day or a screen in the city where you weren't watching him. He was so popular around the world that you suspected that not even one person didn't know him. His voice was on every radio station, on every cell phone of the people you passed on the street and on the buses, his face on the TV sets with the last interview he had done, as if it were a national achievement. You even saw him in restaurants, chefs naming dishes after him, production companies releasing collaborations with his company. There wasn't an object in that city that didn't have Jungkook's face on its forehead. It was impossible to escape him.

He was closely followed by Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, two of the most promising models of the last decade, a national pride hand in hand with Jungkook. You didn't see them as often as Jungkook, but they still swept the international public and there was hardly anyone who didn't talk about them. Invited to catwalks in Paris, choosing their contracts and collaborations, wearing the most expensive clothes that you wouldn't even think of buying, wearing beautiful matching jewelry, expensive enough that a single outfit from each of them could buy you five houses in the small town they all came from. Taehyung and Jimin were known as the Siamese twins of modeling. Wherever one went, the other always had to be. Their exclusivity was incomparable.

In levels of recognition, Min Yoongi followed them in line. A great rapper who was well received by the general populace. Yoongi had managed to captivate a large audience thanks to his incredible command of the production of his music and his ease and gift for writing his own lyrics. His growth was gradual, but when he touched the sky he never went down again. His popularity was not low even though his presentation to the public was not that high compared to the other three. Still, Yoongi had enough charisma and talent to stand out, especially when his fans were obsessed with highlighting the duality he had when he was on stage and when he did those seventy question interviews with Vogue or whatever… that had made him one of the best rappers of his generation and probably of the last century.

Kim Namjoon was the owner of the company that made Jungkook's debut and welcomed Yoongi with total creative freedom. If he were not solely focused on music, he would surely also be Taehyung and Jimin's agent. Namjoon had inherited a company from his parents, but the success he had turned it into over the past few years, into one of the most profitable businesses in the country, was entirely to his credit and effort. His popularity was also high, because everyone said he was too handsome to be a mere businessman; not knowing, of course, that everything involved in maintaining such a business required much more than a pretty face. Of Namjoon the public didn't know too much, not probably like the other guys and you, if he was still half the person he was before.

Hand in hand with Namjoon were Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin. Hoseok was and still is to this day a national pride as he passionately played tennis since school and turned professional, reaching to participate in major international tournaments representing his country and winning one of them. However, two years after that great feat, an accident involving one of his hands prevented him from continuing to play. No one knows exactly what happened during the more than a year and a half that he almost completely disappeared from the public eye, but when he returned with his huge smile he announced that he would dedicate himself to dance, opening his own academy throughout the center of the city. Although he was not a recurrent teacher, his academy was one of the best in the country, and of course, it was financed by Namjoon's company. At one time Hoseok became Namjoon's associate.

Seokjin, on the other hand, was the one who kept the lowest profile. He was a great doctor, cardiovascular if you were not mistaken. In addition to being an amazing surgeon, his research projects were the ones everyone looked forward to the most at the end of each year. You didn't know much about the subject, but he was almost like the guru of medicine in his field specifically. The only reason he was so much in the public eye being a doctor was because he was regularly seen in the company of Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi. The four of them made up the holy grail of dilfs.

They had all had incredibly successful careers and you were glad that they had been able to accomplish everything they once talked about on the rooftop of Namjoon's house, with sneaky steps so their parents wouldn't scold them when they sneaked out in the wee hours of the morning.

You didn't know exactly what it was - or you didn't want to acknowledge it - that succumbed inside you every time you saw or heard about any of them on the news or on social media. Because yeah, no matter how low media exposure any of them had, always the faces of all seven appeared on your TikTok every week.

It was amazing how they had all moved on and you… well, you-

“Weren't you supossed to leave?”

You lifted your head from your phone, trying to hide it with trembling hands as you let Taehyung's face next to Jungkook's plunge into the darkness of your apron pocket.

“Huh?”

You tried to look distracted, returning your gaze between your boss and the notes next to the cash register. She had a soft gaze, between amused and sisterly. Her brown eyes shifted from your eyes and hot cheeks to the notes you held upside down in your hands, pretending to work as if she herself hadn't seen you completely frozen and gawking at the pair of the country's great casanovas.

“I thought you were leaving earlier today,” your boss shifted, settling her trench coat and long brown strap bag over her shoulder. At that moment she was leaving to walk around to each of the locations she had in town, just to do follow-ups. “Don't tell me you forgot.”

You followed her index finger until it landed on the red circle you had drawn on the calendar placed in your little cubicle a couple of weeks ago, with hearts surrounding it and exclamation points. Yes you remembered, of course you remembered, but at the point where you were at the time no one was going to miss you if you didn't attend.

“I didn't forget…” your voice trailed off as you looked down, your fingers finding the tips of the pages more entertaining than your boss's worried expression.

“y/n, you asked me to leave earlier this day from four months ago,” her high-pitched voice echoed in your head, reminding you how excited you had been a while ago for this day to come. “You can't just give up like that. Come on. You still have time.”

You began to shake your head, releasing your grip on the woman who was looking at you with the same worried eyes of a mother. Your boss had been one of the most encouraging people you'd ever had in your life, besides the handful of friends you had stored in your phone's contacts.

“It was a bust last time. I don't plan on going through that again.”

“But hadn't you told me afterwards that you weren't going to let that stop you? You said… what was it? I can't drown in this glass of water.”

You grudgingly resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Really you of four months ago was a deluded fool.

“I had no idea about life at the time.”

Your boss clicked her tongue, dropping her hands on your shoulders, giving little squeezes whose familiarity stole your breath.

“I'll leave Patrick waiting for you in case you change your mind.”

You shook your head, evading the memories. The man outside the store shook his head in greeting as the two of you turned to look at him, as if he knew you were talking about him.

“Don't miss this opportunity because you're afraid. It may change your life.”

You watched her leave, the clacking of her low heels drawing the attention of everyone in the store, earning every possible stare as she did every time she entered any room. Her chauffeur, Patrick, greeted her with a similar nod of his head as before and stood leaning against the black car parked right where he could get a perfect view of your nervous face.

You, unlike the great and successful lives of your high school friends whose company you still used to miss like a fool, had not had such a great and successful life.

You were a writer. Well, an attempted writer and, worse, part-time. The other part-time was this job behind the cash register at the largest pastry chain in the country. Or sometimes as a waitress, it depended on the day. There was good pay, mind you, at least it allowed you to make up for the losses you took every time you tried to sell a book and then had to market it on your own, only to have five purchases once every seven months and three of them were from your parents and brother. The other two were from your friends.

Four months ago you had been invited to a sort of convention for readers, how they had found you and why? You had no idea, but the idea of being considered in that way drove you crazy at the time. You were so excited that you had more copies of your failed books printed and prepared your booth several days in advance to present them to the horde of people who, you were sure at the time, would come to meet you.

Only one person came by to ask you about the bathroom.

You never recovered from that.

Even with all that failure, that same day you were invited to another convention and, for a while, you were excited to attend. Everyone goes through those kinds of bumps at some point in their life, right? You have to work hard to earn that kind of fame, you kept telling yourself. But as time went on and your networks didn't grow and your videos didn't get more than ten views, or fifty views at most in a week, you began to lose that spark of excitement you held for your dream. Your parents had never turned your back on what you wanted to do, but it was too demotivating and discouraging to have spent so many years at it, so many headaches and tears invested for you to just keep losing and losing money.

That was why you were sure you wouldn't go to that convention if you had to go through that mockery again. You hadn't even bothered to go and fix your booth so surely they already knew you weren't going.

“Have you seen them yet??????”

The female voice coming from the wine cellar made you jump up on your chair.

“Jesus, Yuna, you almost killed me here.”

“I don't care! We could die right now for all we care!”

“Wow, speak for yourself.”

“Haven't you seen theeeem?”

Yuna held up her phone, the screen at full brightness blinding you for a moment. The blurry dots you saw from the proximity of the device told you nothing, as your friend jumped excitedly beside you.

“God, hold still.”

Grabbing her wrist, you leveled the phone to see her TikTok and a picture of three men.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook coming out of a building. From Namjoon's building.

“They look amazing, don't they? They just came out! That means their car will pass in front of us any minute!”

Yes, Namjoon's building was just a few blocks away from your boss's place. In fact, your boss knew him and many times they would prepare large orders for parties at his company. You had never seen him set foot in this place or any other in the country, but every time he went to celebrate something he had to dial your boss's personal number and you would work until your backs burned because everything had to be perfect for the big businessman.

“Are you going out to greet them or what?” you frowned, letting go of her wrist and returning your gaze to the notebook next to the cash register.

Yuna let out an excited exclamation.

“Ohhhh~, should I? Should I?”

You grabbed her by the collar of her uniform as she tried to pass behind you.

“We're still on business hours.”

“I'm sure Sol wouldn't mind,” her almost heart pupil eyes stared down the street, her hands moving in front of her like she was a zombie. She almost seemed possessed by her fanaticism. Though of course you didn't blame her, if you didn't know any of the seven knights of the underworld you would surely be as excited as she was.

“Don't put words in her mouth. You'd better tell me if the lady's batch of cakes is out yet-”

Commotion erupted throughout the room. You almost saw in slow motion how all the people in the premises got up and running in the direction of the glass doors when you heard the screams coming from far away.

“They're comiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!”

Sometimes you wondered how they dealt with this level of fanaticism.

The ground almost shook with the amount of people running after a black car, where the three men who were causing such a furor so early that day were most likely to be, and the commotion was not tiny inside the venue where the screams erupted.

Having to deal with that on a daily basis would easily turn someone into a hater. Not that you were one... strictly...

“God, for a moment we breathed the same air,” Yuna plopped down on the table, her body doubled over with her eyes lost. You resisted the urge to smack her forehead.

“Their car windows were up.”

“So you saw them, right?????”

“Argh.”

You had to drag her back to work as the excitement in the store dissipated. You attended to another batch of consumers while Yuna fixed the display case and, in a moment of lapse you could almost tell, her back suddenly straightened and she turned to look at you with her eyes a little too wide. You passed the change to the man in front of you, who barely sent you a confused glance before continuing to claim his order at the other corner of the store.

“What's wrong with you?”

“You shouldn't be here.”

“Don't say that with that face. You look creepy,” you pulled out the bill to tuck it under the cash register as Yuna approached, leaving the frightened face behind.

“Wasn't that convention today?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then why aren't you there?”

“Do I look like I want to be there?”

“Y/n! It's a great opportunity. You should-”

“A great opportunity for what, to be a laughingstock again?”

Yuna pursed her lips, looking almost pained that you would remember in that way the experience that was supposed to change your life. She had been one of the ones who had accompanied you to set up the booth and she was sure she had never seen you smile so much during all the time the two of you had known each other. Yuna was aware of how over time you seemed to have lost interest in this new convention, but she didn't think you would finally decide not to go.

On the sly, she had prepared your booth with the help of your mother and Sol, your boss.

“You were never a laughingstock! Don't say that,” Yuna patted your forearm harder than necessary. “Besides, I recently logged some purchases on the site! How do you-?”

“I know it was you and mom,” you raised your voice to interrupt her, stepping archly away from her body.

“What the… Of course not, ha, ha!”

“You're the only fools who would write down celebrity names to register purchases. Besides, the addresses don't even exist.”

“Fuck, I told her that wouldn't work.”

Under your heavy gaze, Yuna had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Okay, I'm sorry! We wanted to motivate you to go to the convention.”

“Can't you just let me do my own thing? If I don't want to go, I won't go.”

“Even if you leave Patrick waiting there?”

You followed his gaze, watching the man pull an umbrella out of the trunk of the car as the slightest breeze brushed against his body and the water droplets were smaller than a dew that the two of you had to squint to see them on the glass of the entrance.

“Whatever it is, I'm not going.”

“y/n…” Yuna pleaded, coming closer with her puppy dog eyes.

“No.”

“y/n, please…”

“No and stop doing that. You look weird.”

“I don't,” Yuna pulled away to frown at you. “I once heard you agreed with Seoyeon about my puppy face being cute.”

“I never agreed with that!”

“Seojun told me so!”

“Your first mistake is believing Seojun.”

“Do you blame me if the reason is your demonstration of love for me?”

“That was your second mistake.”

“Y/n!”

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That day you arrived home a little later than usual. Since Patrick had been waiting for you all day in the sun and mini rain and refused to let you take a cab on direct instructions from Sol, you asked him to take a ride downtown so you could buy the teokkboki your mom loved and incidentally bought some for him, even though he didn't want to accept it at first.

“y/n, dear, how did it go?”

Your parents were in the living room when you arrived playing Go. Your father left the table when he saw you carrying the bag of food and came over to take it from you.

“What does our little writer bring here, a contract by any chance?”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as your mother tried to get your father's attention by wildly waving her fan, while the man rummaged through the bag to find something warm and delicious smelling.

“Oh, it's teokkboki.”

Your mother stopped waving her arm to stare at the bag with sparkling eyes.

“The ones from the center? From Mrs. Wang?”

You nodded in her direction, taking a seat in their midst on the floor. Your parents started a pitched battle to see who would break the bag first to try the first batch of teokkboki and you could only watch them with a smile on your face. The day may have been difficult, but being home at the end of the day always made you feel so much better.

Amidst laughter and anecdotes, trying to avoid the elephant in the room because you knew your mother's furtive glances weren't for nothing, the three of you ate teokkboki until you were bursting at the seams. You organized the kitchen with your father while your mother grumbled from the living room whatever he said about her. You watched the three of you favorite soap opera on the fixed schedule and finally got ready for bed.

With your body more relaxed and lighter, you let yourself sink into the softness of the sheets, completely ignoring the messages Yuna had sent earlier and the stupid questions your brother asked at the most inopportune moments.

How do I unclog a bath?

Do I add salt to the rice???

Where do I get the kimchi mom makes?????

His independence was probably one of the worst things that could happen. You being the older sister thought you would leave home first. Even according to your twelve year old diary, you should have been married by then or at least planning your amazing, mega giant wedding, complete with helicopters and puppy dogs carrying drinks through the reception. You didn't know what kind of crazy dreams you had when you were younger, but up to that point you hadn't been able to fulfill any of your inner child's desires except to study for a career you were passionate about.

Still, what good had that done in the end? Maybe you should've listened to your grandparents to study medicine. Maybe your parents should've been a little more conservative instead of libertarian, which your grandparents always complained about when they had the chance. If you were a disgrace to anyone in the family, it was to them.

Ah, what a long day.

You didn't know at what point you fell asleep, but the incessant sound of your phone vibrating next to your pillow woke you up. With a grunt, you moved your hands to put the device in front of one of your half-open eyes to find Yuna on caller ID. Your eyes moved upward.

It was one in the morning!

“What the fuck are you doing calling at this hour? It better be an emergency because-”

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING THAT YOU DON'T CHECK YOUR MESSAGES?”

“WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? IT'S ONE IN THE MORNING! WHY WOULD I BE DOING ANYTHING ELSE BUT SLEEPING?”

“I'VE BEEN TEXTING YOU FOR A WHILE NOW, Y/N!”

“YUNA HOW CAN I NOT FUCKING SLEEP-?”

“Well, whatever!”

You let out an exasperated snort, giving her time to say what she had to say.

“You're going to fall on your ass.”

“I'm lying down.”

“Your books have sold a thousand copies in the last hour!”

Silence. Absorbing silence…

“Yuna, if you really woke me up to play a fucking prank on me I'm going all the way to your house to pull out every single one of your hairs with a fucking tweezer.”

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I'm not kidding! Get on your fucking Instagram! What's worse is that's not the most shocking news. Well… depends on how you look at it.”

“Yuna, I don't think I'm following you.”

“Fucking Kim Taehyung was at the reader convention and he took a picture of your books and UPLOADED IT TO HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES!!!!! AN HOUR AGO! The damn shopping notifications woke me up and I think I took too much time trying to process what was going on because they already tripled!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, did you start smoking weed?”

“Ugh, why are you so insufferable? Just look at fucking Instagram!”

You didn't want to believe Yuna, but a part of you was vibrating in anticipation. You'd already seen her text messages, her exclamations and voice notes, you'd barely processed the images she'd sent you. You logged on to Instagram. The first thing you noticed was the exorbitant amount of notifications and direct messages.

You had to search for Taehyung's account because you weren't following him.

There was the colorful arc around his profile picture. The story.

You clicked on his picture on the screen.

Your books were all over his story, with his hand holding one of them.

It jumped out at you that there was a stand of your books that you had no idea where it had come from.

A description loomed between the image.

One of the best fantasy books I've read in recent years. And by one of the best writers I've ever met in my life.

Your user was next to the description. You had no idea how fucking Kim Taehyung had gotten your user when it wasn't even something related to your name. You hadn't even uploaded pictures of yourself once in all the time that account had been open.

“Did you see it?? Can you see I wasn't lying?”

With Yuna's malevolent laughter in the background, you felt your mind escape into an unknown mental space.

“You're going to be rich!!! And I'm going to meet Kim Taehyung!”

Your mind was racing a thousand miles an hour trying to make sense of what your eyes couldn't credit. His story was replaying on your screen. So many things you could say and just…

“What the fuck?”

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When You're Afraid of Fireworks

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In honor of the 4th of July tomorrow and being American I must complete my annual duty of showing Patriotism in some way- and instead of underage drinking a can of beer in the back of a Ford F-150 at a family cookout where relatives I don't even talk to argue about politics, my older brothers and their choice of girlfriends, my seemingly incurable singleness and lack of pull, and what it's like to be an American I've decided to be Patriotic by completing this OT7 request for Enhypen 🫡 GOD BLESS AMUUUURICAAA RAHHHH 🦅🔥

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Heeseung:

The night was alive with the anticipation of fireworks, the air buzzing with excitement. The entire group had gathered on the rooftop of their hotel, a perfect vantage point to watch the city’s grand firework display. Heeseung was especially eager, his usual calm demeanor replaced by an infectious enthusiasm at being able to a fireworks display- let alone in a country that was known for such shows in an act of celebration.

You stood a bit to the side, your heart racing with a mix of dread and nervous anticipation. Fireworks had always been a source of anxiety, the loud noises and sudden bursts of light triggering a deep-seated fear. But you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend. You wanted to see his face light up at a new experience - even if the familiar experience always did the opposite for you.

As the first firework exploded in the sky, the crowd let out a collective cheer. Heeseung, standing beside his bandmates cheered super loud too. His face mimicking the emojis you sent to him so often. He glanced over at you - want to see how beautiful your face looked watching. Wanting to see the smile and look of joy he loved so much on you. Instead, he noticed your tense posture and the way you flinched with every burst of sound.

Without a second thought, he made his way over to you, his presence immediately offering a sense of calm. “Hey, you okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely audible over the noise.

You nodded, but Heeseung could see the unease in your eyes. He gently took your hand, guiding you to a quieter corner of the rooftop, nudging open the door of a storage space. “It’s alright,” he assured you. “We can watch from here. It’s not as loud. Hmm?"

You stood together, the distant explosions illuminating the sky. Heeseung kept a steady hold on your hand, his touch comforting. “You don’t have to be scared,” he said, his tone soothing. “I’m right here.”

With each passing moment, you felt their fear gradually subsiding, and slowly replaced by a sense of safety brought on by your boyfriend's calm presence. He didn’t let go of your hand, his thumb gently rubbing the back of it in a reassuring gesture.

"I'm sorry I ruined it for you Hee...I thought that I could overcome it but...I couldn't I'm sorry."

Heeseung smiled and kissed the top of your head, shaking his own. "You didn't ruin anything baby. I think you made it better because I got to hold you while watching."

You laid your head on his shoulder as you continued watching; and even if the anxiety was still eating out you- it was bearable in his arms.

As the grand finale lit up the night, Heeseung turned to you, his eyes reflecting the colorful lights. “See? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You managed a smile, your fear momentarily forgotten as you looked into his eyes that exuded joy. “Yeah, it is,” You murmured. "It really is."

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Jay:

The black sky was painted with streaks of vibrant colors as fireworks erupted in a dazzling display. Enhypen had gathered in a park to enjoy the annual celebration a small neighborhood participated in, even if it was for a holiday not recognized in Korea. Surrounded by fans and friends. Jay was in high spirits, his laughter ringing out as he chatted with his bandmates; excited to see something that sparked memories of his first home.

You sat a few feet away, your anxiety heightening with each thunderous crack. The flashes of light and the deafening sounds were overwhelming, making it hard to focus on anything else other than how much you hated fireworks. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to find some semblance of comfort.

Jay noticed your discomfort almost immediately. He had always been perceptive, especially when it came to his friends - let alone his significant other. Excusing himself from the group with a confused look from a Sunghoon, he made his way over to you, concern etched on his face.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Do you want to sit with me and the guys?”

You shook their head, unable to hide their fear. “I’m just… fireworks make me really anxious. I’d rather not be here at all.” You whimpered quietly.

Jay’s expression softened. He took a step closer, offering his hand. “Come on, let’s get away from the noise for a bit.” He said pulling you up and into his arms.

He led you to a quieter spot, away from the main crowd but still with a clear view of the sky. Sitting down on a bench, he motioned for you to join him, pulling you onto his lap. “It’s a lot less intense here,” he said, his tone reassuring.

You took a deep breath, feeling a bit more at ease in the quieter setting, your back rested against his chest. Jay’s presence was calming, his steady demeanor helping to quell the evident anxiety. “Thanks, Jay. I just… I don’t handle loud noises well.”

Jay nodded understandingly. “I get it. Everyone has something they’re afraid of. But you don’t have to go through it alone.” His hand traced small circles on your knee, and you squirmed slightly as Jay moved to pull something out of his pocket.

He pulled out his phone and handed you one of his earbuds. “Here, listen to some music with me. It’ll help drown out the noise.”

You accepted the earbud, slipping it in and letting the soothing melodies wash over you. Jay’s choice of music was perfect, calming and serene. As you guys listened together, the fireworks seemed less frightening, more like a distant backdrop to this shared moment.

Jay smiled, his eyes warm and kind. “See? Not so bad, right?”

You gave a small smile in return. “Yeah, it’s better. Thank you, Jay.”

He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, followed by a kiss to your cheek. “Anytime, love. Just remember, I’ll always be here to help you through the tough moments.”

As the night went on, you found yourself relaxing more and more, the fear that had gripped you slowly melting away. With Jay by your side, the fireworks became a little less daunting and a lot more beautiful.

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Jake:

The festival was in full swing, and you and the members were enjoying the lively atmosphere of the American beach you guys currently were at. Laughter and music filled the air as everyone mingled with the crowd of older, assuming people. It was a night the boys felt like they could relax without being under the gaze of fans or paparazzi. The night had been going well until, Ni-ki, ever the playful one, had gotten his hands on a couple of sparklers and decided to set his sights on his hyungs partner- immediately running in your direction, your back to him and unaware of the light hearted game he intended to start.

However, when you turned around after hearing a loud guffaw from the maknae, the laugh that always followed once you heard Ni-ki's turned to a quiet panic as the sparklers crackled and sparked closer to you. The sudden realization of the fireworks and the noise brought a wave of fear crashing over you, that never really gripped you unless you were close to the pyro devices. You began to stumble back, stumbling into your unassuming boyfriend, unable to move, your eyes wide with terror.

Jake, immediately noticed the change in your demeanor and felt your shoulders tense as they rested against his chest.. His protective instincts kicked in, and he quickly stepped between Ni-ki and you, pushing you back behind him gently. “Ni-ki, stop!” he called out, his voice firm but not harsh.

Ni-ki halted, confused by Jake’s sudden intervention. “What’s wrong?”

Jake turned to you, his expression softening as he saw your distress. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here,” he said gently, taking his hand and stroking your hair gently. “You’re safe.”

You looked at him, your fear slowly subsiding in the warmth of his reassuring gaze, and at the notice of the sparklers dimmed display. “I-I’m sorry. The sparklers… they scared me. I'm sorry Ni-Ki I- I know you didn't mean anything, I'm sorry-”

Jake gave your hands a comforting squeeze. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s alright to be scared.” He glanced back at Ni-ki, who was watching with a concerned expression. “Ni-ki didn’t know. He was just playing around. I'm sure he isn't upset for you being scared, it's a natural reaction babe.”

Ni-ki stepped forward, his usual playful demeanor replaced by genuine concern. “I’m really sorry, Y/N-ie. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?” He shot a look to Jake, as his lips turned downards into a guilty pout at making you scared. He adored you almost as much as Jake did, and it hurt to see that he had frightened you.

You nodded, your fear ebbing away with the support of Jake's embrace and your platonic love for Ni-Ki. “It’s okay, Ni-ki. I know you didn’t mean it. If you did, we would fight.” You said in mock seriousness, causing Ni-Ki to smile.

Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulders, guiding you away from the sparklers the other members were now lighting. “How about we find a quieter spot?” he suggested. “Somewhere we can just relax and enjoy the evening without any surprises.”

You complied happily, motioning for Ni-Ki to third wheel you and Jake. As you guys walked away, Jake kept pulling close, his presence a constant source of comfort, the protective edge still evident. Ni-ki trailed slightly behind, still feeling a bit guilty but relieved that you were alright.

Finding a small grouping of large rocks, Jake sat down with you, Ni-ki joining a moment later. The noise of the celebration was distant now, replaced by the soothing sounds of the waves.

Jake looked at you, his eyes filled with care. “I love you.”

You leaned into him, your fear long melted away. “I love you more.”

He smiled, his arm around you tightening in a protective embrace. “I don't know if that's possible.”

Ni-ki nodded in agreement, his usual playful spark returning. “Y/N-ie you should hear how often Jake Hyung talks about you. The other say he sai-”

You laughed loudly as Jake gently set you to the side to go chase Ni-Ki yelling a few phrases in Korean that while you may not have understood the meaning- you understood the tone. You felt safe and sound watching the love of your life and your guys' close friend, goof off together.

"Y/N-IE! Y/N-IE SAVE ME!" The Japanese boy laughed as he hid behind your shoulders, Jake with a handful of wet sand wound up ready to throw. "SAVE ME!"

You smiled as you saw the spark of joy in both boys' eyes and knew that your eyes mimicked theres.

And when Jake looked at you with that spark of deep, romantic love you couldn't help but let your heart thump harder at that.

Because that was one spark you would never be afraid of.

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Sunghoon:

The night sky was clear, perfect for the upcoming fireworks display. The excitement was palpable as you and Sunghoon, along with the rest of Enhypen, made your way to a quiet beach. The sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop, contrasting with the buzz of anticipation among the group.

Sunghoon had always been attentive and caring, making sure you were comfortable in any situation. Tonight was no different. He kept a close eye on you, his intuition sensing your growing unease. Especially considering you had never seen fireworks before.

As the first firework shot into the sky, your heart pounded in your chest. It wasn’t the noise that bothered you, like you thought it would- rather the sudden, blinding flashes of light. You had always been sensitive to bright lights, and the unpredictability of fireworks made it even worse. The flash of the first explosion made you flinch, and you instinctively shut your eyes, your body tensing up.

Sunghoon, standing beside you, noticed your discomfort immediately. He gently placed a hand on your back, his touch grounding you. “Baby?”

You shook your head, keeping your eyes closed. Understanding dawned on his face without another word. He took your hand, leading you a little further down the beach, away from the crowd and the direct line of sight of the fireworks. The sound of the ocean grew louder, providing a calming rhythm that helped to ease your anxiety.

Sunghoon rummaged through his bag and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his watchlist and finding the drama you guys were watching together. “Fireworks not your thing huh?"

You put one of Sunghoon's earbuds in, the drama immediately capturing your attention and distracting you from the bright flashes. “I'm sorry Sungie..."

He sat beside you, his presence comforting. “Don't apologize love. You don’t have to watch them if it’s too much. We can just sit here and watch this.” He gently brought your head to his shoulder, giving it gentle pets.

You nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’m sorry for being a downer.”

He shook his head, his hand finding yours. “You’re not a downer. Everyone has their fears and sensitivities. I’m just glad you tried this out. And all it told us is that maybe fireworks aren't your thing and that's totally fine baby. Its more than fine.”

As the fireworks continued, you focused on the sound of the waves and the warmth of Sunghoon’s hand, and the unfolding romance of the MCs. Occasionally, you glanced up, the intrusive action overcoming you, the feeling of Sunghoon pressing against you making the small rushes of anxiety quell when you realized how stupid it was to continue looking. Sunghoon kept you grounded, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.

After a particularly bright burst that was noticeable even with your eyes on the screen, you leaned into him, finding solace in his steady presence. “Thank you.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Always. I’ll always be here.”

As the final fireworks lit up the sky, you realized that with Sunghoon by your side, even the brightest flashes couldn’t overshadow the light he brought into your life. Which was corny, yet extremely true.

The atmosphere at the beach was serene, the gentle sound of the waves creating a peaceful ambiance. You and Sunghoon had found a perfect spot away from the main crowd, where the noise of the festival was a distant hum. The occasional laughter and chatter from the group added to the festive mood, but you felt a sense of calm in this quieter corner. Happy to experience this peaceful moment with him.

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Sunoo:

The night was vibrant with excitement as you and Sunoo joined the rest of Enhypen at a lakeside festival. Lanterns hung from trees, casting a warm glow over the gathering crowd. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the fireworks display, a highlight of the evening.

You, however, couldn’t shake the anxiety building up inside. It wasn’t the noise or the bright lights that bothered you, but the smoke. The thick, suffocating smoke that lingered after each explosion, making it hard to breathe and triggering a deep-seated fear of feeling trapped and helpless.

As the first firework shot into the sky, you instinctively took a step back, your chest tightening as the smoke began to spread. Sunoo, standing beside you, noticed your discomfort immediately. His eyes widened with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle and caring.

You shook your head, trying to steady your breathing. “It’s the smoke… I can’t handle it. It makes me feel like I’m suffocating.”

Understanding dawned on Sunoo’s face. Without hesitation, he took your hand and led you away from the crowd, towards a quieter part of the lake where the air was clearer, but the display was still visible. The gentle lapping of the water against the shore provided a calming soundtrack, and the breeze helped to dissipate the lingering smoke.

“Here, let’s sit down,” Sunoo suggested, guiding you to a bench under a large tree. The foliage provided some cover, making it feel like a safe haven away from the chaos. He sat down beside you, his hand still holding yours firmly.

You took a deep breath, the fresh air helping to calm your racing heart. Sunoo quickly peeled off his jacket, smelling it quickly and then placing it over your shoudlers.

You looked at him with an odd look and he scratched the back of his neck.

"I thought maybe the smell of my cologne would help with the smell of smoke..."

You felt a warmth fill you as you brought the soft fabric up to your nostrils, smiling as you inhaled. "Your not gettin gthis back, Sunny..."

He chuckles and ruffled your hair. "Wouldn't want in any other way, babe."

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of the festival fading into the background. Sunoo’s presence was reassuring, his calm demeanor helping to ease your anxiety. As the fireworks continued in the distance, you focused on the stars reflected in the lake, finding solace in their steady, unchanging light.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sunoo asked softly, his eyes filled with concern and care, noticing that even though you had a soft smile on your face, something was still troubling you.

You nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “It’s just… the smoke reminds me of a time when I was trapped in a fire. The feeling of being unable to breathe, the panic… it all comes rushing back when I see that thick smoke- or not even see it some cases just the smell.”

Sunoo’s eyes widened with empathy, and he gently pulled you into a hug. “I’m so sorry you went through that. It must have been terrifying.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his compassion. “It was. But being here with you, away from the smoke, makes it better. Its not as hard..."

He held you a little tighter, his voice filled with sincerity. "I can stay here for as long as you need. Forever even.” You smirked at his cheesiness, a small snort exuding from your nose.

As the fireworks display came to a close, the sky returned to its natural state, dotted with twinkling stars. The blurry haze no longer hiding their beauty. You and Sunoo remained by the lake, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. The fear and anxiety had ebbed away, replaced by a sense of calm and safety.

“You know,” Sunoo said with a soft smile, “I think this is my favorite part of the night. Just being here with you, away from the noise and smoke, enjoying the quiet.”

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love. “Mine too. Thank you, Sunoo..”

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Always. I’m here for you, no matter what. That's what you do for people you love.”

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Jungwon:

The city skyline was breathtaking, a tapestry of glowing lights and towering buildings. You and Jungwon had joined the rest of Enhypen on the rooftop of a skyscraper, an exclusive spot to watch the fireworks display. The city below buzzed with energy, the streets filled with people eagerly anticipating the show.

The rooftop offered a perfect vantage point, but you couldn't shake the growing sense of dread. It wasn’t the noise or the bright flashes that bothered you, but the sparks. The idea of fiery sparks raining down made you incredibly anxious. As the first firework shot into the sky, you felt a wave of fear wash over you. You gripped the railing tightly, your knuckles turning white. You hadn't expected it to be this bad, but you could feel the heat. You knew you weren't imagining it. You should have known that the higher you climbed to see the fireworks the closer you'd be.

Jungwon, standing beside you, noticed your discomfort immediately. His eyes filled with concern as he gently touched your arm. “Hey, are you okay?”

You shook your head, trying to steady your breathing. “It’s the sparks… I’m afraid they might fall on us.”

Understanding dawned on his face, even if he wasn't met with the same concern. Without hesitation, he took your hand and led you away from the edge, towards a sheltered corner of the rooftop where a canopy provided some cover. The city lights below were still visible, and so were the fireworks, but you felt a little more protected.

“Here, let’s sit down,” Jungwon suggested, guiding you to a spot where you could lean against the wall. He sat beside you, his hand never leaving yours.

You took a deep breath, the solid surface behind you helping to calm your racing heart. “Thank you, Jungwon. I’m sorry for ruining the evening.”

He shook his head, his expression soft and understanding. “You didn’t ruin anything. Your comfort and safety are more important than fireworks.” He squeezed your hand gently. “I had no idea the sparks affected you like this. Its good I know now.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder looking up at you. "You know, I don't even need to watch the fireworks when the prettiest sight is right in front of me."

You giggle and kiss Jungwon's forehead. "You're too cute."

As the fireworks display came to a close, you were almost kind of sad. You liked being here with Wonnie, feeling his warmth and electricity and scorching touch rather than that of the fireworks. Despite the show being over you and Jungwon remained on the rooftop, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. The fear and anxiety had ebbed away, replaced by a sense of calm and safety.

"“You know,” Jungwon said with a soft smile, “I think this is my favorite part of the night. Just being here with you, away from the noise and chaos, enjoying the quiet.

You heard the members calling for you on the other side of the roof and Jungwon sighed.

"But I wanna stay with you." He whined.

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love. “You have no choice but to stay with me forever...” You warn, causing a smile to show.

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Always. I’m never ever gonna leave.”

He ignored his members, and ignored the way Jake was running towards you guys like a happy little puppy - obviously wanting to tease you too - and just let himself enjoy the last few moments of peace with you, letting that warmth of your love burn in him just as it burned in you.

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Ni-Ki:

The dance studio was bathed in the soft glow of city lights filtering through the windows. Tonight, instead of rehearsals, it served as a refuge from the explosive bursts of fireworks that illuminated the night sky outside. You had sought solace here, away from the chaotic beauty that filled the air with bursts of color and unexpected shadows.

For you, it wasn't the noise or the brightness that unsettled you, but rather the bustling crowds that had gathered to watch the fireworks display. The distant cheers and excited chatter pierced through the walls, reminding you of the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded by oceans of people who had gathered.

Ni-ki had noticed your discomfort immediately, letting you lead him to the studio without question. His usual exuberance and playful demeanor was tempered by a quiet concern as he approached you after flicking on the lights. Without a word, he held out his hand; a silent invitation to dance. You hesitated for only a moment, meeting his gaze before tentatively placing your hand in his; letting him guide you to the middle of the room.

Together, at the center of the studio, where the mirrored walls reflected fragments of the fireworks' light you listened to the ambient music from earlier rehearsals that had just needed to be un-paused before it started to play softly. It provided a gentle backdrop, a soothing contrast to the night's unexpected twist of intimacy.

Ni-ki started to dance, his movements were fluid and reassuring. He lead you with a gentle touch, guiding you through a series of steps that mirror the ebb and flow of your emotions. With each movement, he whispered silent assurances of safety and understanding and affection.

You followed his lead, your body responding to the unspoken language of dance. In Ni-ki's embrace, you feel a sense of security that overcame the bustling crowds outside. His presence was a steady anchor amidst the chaos of your fears, grounding you in the here and now.

As you dance, the distant cheers and excited chatter of the crowds continue to echo in the background. Your tension gradually began to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of connection and release in your boyfriends arms. Each step you take together became a testament to the trust you shared. The love you shared.

You and Ni-ki moved as one. With each graceful movement, you felt yourself finally reach a state of contentment.

As the last firework fades into the night sky, Ni-ki pulled you gently into his arms, your heartbeats a steady rhythm against each other. He peppered kisses all over your face. In that moment, beneath the canopy of mirrored reflections and city lights, you know that your fear has been met not with words or reassurances, but with the quiet strength of the one you loved, without even needing the exchange of words.

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[midnight thoughts: enha + cuddles]

pairing: ot7 x reader (separate!) genre/warnings: fluff!! / none that i know of lolol :))) wc: ~700 words (abt 100 words per member) a/n: pls be proud of me i Never write in small chunks like this LMAO T_T .. but i hope this will suffice while i'm working on other longer things <333 love u all pls enjoy !!!

heeseung adores the sensation of your heart beating against his cheek. the rhythmic patterns of your pulse are a lullaby only he is allowed to hear. while the gentle fabric of your sleep shirt kisses his face, you card your fingers through the soft layers of his hair. heeseung knows you’ve fallen asleep when the rise and fall of your chest evens out and your hand falls away from his head. it’s peaceful here—with you. heeseung knows he’s home when he relishes in the warmth your body exudes.

jongseong takes comfort in the way you seem to melt back into his arms. as he ghosts his fingers over the skin of your forearms, he can feel the tension leave your tired muscles. jongseong whispers corny pick up lines and sweet nothings into your ear; he loves the way you let yourself laugh, no matter how heavy the happenings of the day happen to weigh on your heart. jongseong knows he’s home when you sink into his loving embrace and allow him to take care of you—just as you care for him.

jake has his bottom lip tucked under his top one as he tries to suppress yet another bout of giggles. the two of you are swapping stories about anything and everything—from sunoo laughing so hard he shot water out of his nose to your boss face-planting in the lobby of your office. jake’s hands are clasped in yours, and he nearly squeals when you pepper feathery kisses along his knuckles. an unceremonious piece of your hair falls in front of your eyes, and both of your resolves crack within nanoseconds. jake knows he’s home when his stomach hurts from laughter and his chest is fuzzy with love.

sunghoon can’t even fathom a reality in which your position would be comfortable enough to sleep in. he’s positive that you’ll wake up with a crick in your neck and pain in your back, and he knows his sternum isn’t nearly as soft as the memory foam pillow he bought you last christmas. perhaps it’s a bit selfish—but, sunghoon can’t bring himself to change a thing as he feels the gradual rise and fall of your chest against his own. sunghoon knows he’s home when the weight of your body and the tempo of your breathing beckons him closer to the drooling jaws of slumber.

sunoo shivers as you play with the hairs at the nape of his neck; he giggles at the sensation of your lips brushing against the plush skin of his neck, but he can’t will himself to tease you. sunoo runs his hands over the length of your spine while letting you relax into him. truthfully, he cherishes quiet moments like these—you curled up in his lap, breathing in the lingering scent of your perfume and taking in your presence. no words are exchanged, but love is shared nevertheless. sunoo knows he’s home when he can finally hug you close and bury you even further into the warmth of his heart.

jungwon is distracting himself from the waves of heat washing over his face; he’s tracing triangles and circles and squares into the skin of your back. jungwon finds his eyes starting to drift closed, but he wills himself to stay awake. his resilience is rewarded when you begin to hum a gentle lullaby he recognizes from his childhood. jungwon chuckles as the nerves settle in his stomach. he presses his lips to the nape of your neck, and sings along to create a beautiful harmony. jungwon knows he’s home when every path his thoughts choose to take always leads back to you.

nishimura riki is exhausted. with every step past the threshold of your door, fatigue seeps further and further into his bones. after a few moments of searching, riki finds you on the couch and collapses into your sitting figure. your hands thread their way through riki’s hair in mere seconds, and he nuzzles his head into your stomach while attempting to hide the blush blooming on his cheeks. riki knows he’s home when he can let all the walls he’s built around his heart crumble to the ground.

[neodreamgirl]

SEUNGHANNNNNN NOOOOOOO

I'M SO PISSED WHAT THE FUUUUUCK

This is insanity!!! I was on weverse just YESTERDAY and I was screenshotting the crazy comments and posts made by ot6 because they were so laughable. How you gonna take THESE BITCHES SERIOUSLY?

I have so many words I don't even know where to start like what the fuck

I was so excited to start stanning again! Now, I had to delete their most recent music off of my apple music. I rewatched the siren dance practice of when Josh Price was teaching them the choreo. It's one of their most memorable behind the scenes videos. This shit is so sad. Oh my goodness...

When I was on weverse, I noticed that if you scroll down the feed you'll see 5 ot7 stans, and then 2 ot6 stans. How the hell does one make the decision to kick him out because of a minority? I'm so confused. The other 6 members are in Madrid (I think). Who did Seunghan deliberate with about this?

I understand if he saw all the hate and decided it was time to go. I understand, I do. He's the one receiving all the hate but this is not his fault. The psychopaths are at fault here; never him nor RIIZE. I can't even fathom the impact this has had on his mental health. I genuinely am hoping that he still sees his worth as a person. I genuinely hope he understands that these people are crazy and that he is the victim. He is not the villain and he genuinely has so many supporters that want to see him thrive in this life and the next. But I just feel like he was probably pressured to leave

Listen...All this deliberating for the past 11 months and not one conversation about how to deal with the inevitable backlash? Are you kidding me? Please be so fucking serious. HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, if seunghan approached management about leaving the group, they had to sit him down and tell him that they got him. That they understand the hate can be disheartening, discouraging, and distasteful, but that they will handle it. They would look for resources that will help him mentally, take away social media access from him so that he doesn't see the hate, talk about how they gradually plan on integrating him into the group. If he wishes there could be any accomodations, they'll grant them. They needed to tell him that they don't want to let him go so easily because they believe in his talents, potential, and rightful spot in RIIZE. They had to make him feel worthy. They had to encourage him to deal with the backlash because he wouldn't be dealing with it alone. They would hire more security so that when they go out at airports and such, he can feel safe. Management had to reassure him that there will be official statements made defending him and if legal actions must be sought, then they will FUCKING SEEK THEM. I DON'T GET IT. I feel like they forced him to leave idk

DAMN. THE OFFICIAL SM ACCOUNT COULD HAVE RELEASED A STATEMENT SAYING THAT THEY STAND TEN TOES DOWN ON WHAT THE FUCK THEY SAID BECAUSE SEUNGHAN BELONGS IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN GROUP AND ANY SHITTY UNWASHED BOOTY CHEEKS HAVING ASS BITCH THAT GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT CAN REFER THEIR COMMENTS TO SM'S FUCKIN LAWYER. THE FUCK YOU MEAN. I'M SIIIIICK AS HELL. SICK TO MY FUCKIN STOMACH

What kills me is that the 6 other members wanted him integrated into the group. They wanted to work with him. They wanted to experience idol life with their BROTHER. The mf they trained with for YEARS. This is soooo unfair. I literally cannot believe this shit. All you stupid bitches that were against the boycott and made assumptions that maybe we ot7 hoes were wrong about RIIZE wanting Seunghan back can kiss my fuckin ass. This is your fault, too, by the way. You're a stupid ass bitch. What the hell made you think these niggas didn't want him back into the group? What the fuck made you think they thought this was fair? Speak INTO the mic, bitch.

A lot of you were not willing to fight for Seunghan. Maybe you thought it wasn't that big of a deal, which is odd considering his circumstances, but you're a bitch. I'm like 10000% sure that boycotting the group would have done him and his FORMER members a whole lot of good. A lot of you were too pussy....I would like to think that perhaps I'm wrong and that the only reason you continued stanning was because you had hope he would return and that their management wasn't unfair trash. I don't know...

OT7 BRIIZE...we have gone THROUGH it this past year. Like I am so sorry that we had to go through any of this nonsense. This is absolutely insane. The emotional rollercoasters from 2023 after his hiatus was announced. Articles having to be deleted, edited and re-released without his name. That shit happened about 108912 times. The random sightings of him this year looking at the messages we left him, all while the company nor the members mentioned him. The random spaces the members would leave during their performances. The videos of the members reading RIIZE IS 7 signs and reacting positively going viral online like what the fuck. Also, I can't help but feel like this isn't over...

I don't know...Am I trippin? Seunghan has so many supporters I highly doubt that those that can afford to send trucks and shit will stay quiet. Many people actually find this whole situation extremely unfair. It's not even because it's seunghan but because this is literally awful. People have been very vocal about how the handling of this situation was pure shit...that's not going to stop now. Many non-BRIIZEs have commented about how Kpop companies always side with the K-fans and never pay attention to international fans. Many of them applied that opinion to this situation in particular. They're not wrong, either. I saw that some weird ass SM employees were on a message board where they can post anonymously. They said they were against the integration of Seunghan in the group because of the backlash they would receive, but the backlash was strictly from Chinese and Korean fans. But those people were only a select few. Many Chinese and Korean fans like Seunghan just as much as western fans do.

Why do I feel like RIIZE is going to do something? Wonbin spoke up but his post got deleted. There are some recent airport pics where they look absolutely distraught after this announcement was made. This is what I mean when I say this isn't over LMAO. I think this will only get worse. Kpop is no longer just a cute little niche thing in Korea. This industry reaches overseas. These idols are slowly finding their place in the western market because as we have seen through the success of BTS, western award shows are starting to award kpop music. There is a place for them here.

I wouldn't be surprised that if the reaction of OT7 BRIIZE sends RIIZE into a hiatus. As I was thinking this, I learned that some people have been making comments about RIIZE disbanding to prove a point to these crazy fans and SM. I don't know if they would actually do that, but I doubt that they're going to just let this happen.

I actually genuinely believe him leaving was a bad idea lmao I'm not just saying that as a fan but because too many people already thought the situation was unfair. In his defense, having so many people talk crazy to you would be enough to push anyone to get away. However, the people he spoke to about this failed to realize (like how is your brand RISE and REALIZE and you fail to rea--nvm) that the idea of him leaving or getting kicked out was the reason for the controversy in the first place. People didn't want to see him go on a freaking hiatus what the fuck made you think they would want to see him permanently leave the group? Are you stupid...this is what I mean like if he was genuinely trying to protect RIIZE's brand, the people should have told him that leaving will have the opposite effect. They should have encouraged him to sing and dance with his fans and fuck the haters in the ass.

We can all expect this to get more coverage. Expect 14232 trucks and banners sent to SM. Expect statements after statements. Honestly, you could even expect him to be integrated into the group again. That's how fucked this company is. With enough backlash, this could happen. I'm so serious.

[breezybangtanbebe]

Favorite Positions: Monsta X OT7

A/N: this one is short horny drabble. Monsta X and what I believe their ideal sexual positions are.

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Hyunwoo: Missionary

Our boy Shownu is a lover. He's passionate and he wants to connect with you in every way he can as he slides his dick in and out of you slowly.

He wants you on your back, preferably in the middle of his bed with your legs wrapped around his waist. A perfect view of you laying beneath him, gazing up at him in submission always made his dick thump with need.

He'll take his time with you though, kissing you tenderly, stroking you slow and intentionally as your moans filled his bedroom.

Then gradually, another part of him takes over. Like a man shifting into a beast under the beams of a full moon, Hyunwoo's soft dominance morphs into a mind-numbing monster of pleasure.

He keeps you planted beneath him, pinning your hands above your head to keep you from scratching him up too much.

Despite him being a lowkey masochist and loving when you scratched, bit, or slapped him in the heat of the moment, he wasn't a fan of explaining the welts and scars from your nails to the stylists during fittings.

Wonho: From the side

This man is brutal when he has you where he wants you, and it's usually by surprise. Laying with him unsuspectingly as the little spoon on either the bed or the couch, Hoseok will grind his dick against your ass, making you aware of its condition as he kisses and licks your neck.

His hands will be all over you, squeezing your breast, skimming over your hips, tucking beneath your panties (if any) to toy with your pussy as you turned your head to kiss him.

You're already palming at his dick, stroking it so he groans against your lips with a smirk.

"Put it in.." he rasps, the gruffness of his voice making you obey him without hesitation.

His dick slides in the way a key slots into a lock made to fit it, and you both moan in tandem at how good it felt to be connected.

He moves slowly, flexing his hips to ease the tip of his dick deeper inside of you.

You lift your leg and it's kept there as Hoseok reaches underneath it to play with your clit as he went harder.

His buff bicep presses against your cheek as he held you in a gentle sleeper hold, fucking you harder with his fingers strumming over your clit faster and faster until spurts of release shoot out around his veiny shaft.

Minhyuk: On top with his hands around your throat

Our sweet Minny is a sadist. So the position doesn't matter to him.

But...

There were those moments when he had you folded like a pretzel, knees in your chest or bending over his shoulders, when Minhyuk liked to snake his hand up and between your breasts until it was clasping around your throat.

He gives you a gentle and unassuming squeeze, taking a second to glance down and watch his dick hammer into you. And when he hits you deeply, a strangled moan escapes you, and it's abruptly extinguished when Minhyuk's grasp on your throat tightens. Your eyes roll back and short sharp gasps counter the sounds of your wetness being pounded.

That always made his dick excruciatingly hard.

Kihyun: Reverse cowgirl

Kihyun is a little bit of a sadist too bit but he also enjoys fawning over you and your body. After a long day, he prefers to end it with you in his lap. Your back against his chest and with your head leaned back against his shoulder.

He hugs your waist, peppering little kisses against your neck and along the shell of your ear. He whispers as his hand explores your body.

"I want you baby...."

Delicate touches slip beneath your clothes, lifting your shirt from your body and skimming over your tummy until his hands nestle between your thighs.

"Take it off.."

You comply and once you're naked and Kihyun has his pants and underwear down and out of the way, you sink onto him with your hands on his knees for support.

And then you move.

Slowly at first, winding your hips in a circular motion in a tease as you fucked yourself on his length. Kihyun holds you gently at your waist, resisting the temptation to stroke you back.

His gaze is intent and focused on where he enters you, his breathing slow and his groans of approval unbridled.

Naturally, he wants to dominate and take his frustrations out on the softness of your heat.

But he also wants to watch you squeezing his dick from behind, admiring your ass and the curve of your waist as you bounce back on him.

"Mmmhmm...there you go...just like that.."

He slurs slightly as his jaw hangs, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth with his brow furrowed.

You were now bouncing on his dick and moaning senselessly to the ceiling. Head tipped back and body moving of its own volition as you used his dick to get you off.

He knows you needed this as much as he did and he allows you this moment to enjoy him without interference. Especially when he can tell you're about to cum, and this was when his grip on your waist tightens to keep you steady as you slammed down on him. He grunts in time with your rhythm, now biting his lip and breathing sharply through his nose.

He grins wolfishly at the lewd and wet sounds your pussy makes when you cream all over him, chuckling teasingly as you cried out.

"Yes baby..yes..." he groans, his smile fading as you slowed your pace from exhaustion. Your arms and legs were shaking by now and Kihyun huffed in amusement.

Wordlessly, he leans up on his knees and shifts your positions so that your front is pressed down against the couch to finish you with his hand around your throat.

Hyungwon: Ride him, he's lazy and likes to see your face

Mans be tired, ok?

He works out every day. He dances his ass off. He's tall, so you know his knees and back be aching.

And yes, when he has sex, Hyungwon goes all in. I get the feeling that he is a long and slow stroker.

But...

After being the full-time Monsta that he is, sometimes Hyungwon just wants to lay back and let you do the work. Literally.

"Go ahead..." he says, tipping his chin at you encouragingly as he laid back against the pillows. He relaxes his head on his hands with his darkened gaze on you and your body.

You're shamelessly nude and straddling Hyungwon's waist with your hands resting on his chest. You can't help but squeeze the perfectly sculpted muscles before grinding your body forward.

His dick was already nestled deep inside of you, the tip pressing against your cervix with even the slightest movement.

You winced at the flurry of pain and pleasure from the pressure of him impaling you from this angle, and Hyungwon kept his eyes fixed on your expression.

Opposite of Kihyun's fave, Hyungwon loved it when you hopped on top of him and rode his dick. Loved to watch you circle your hips and rise on your knees to slide up and down his shaft like a pole.

He lies with his knees bent, his legs spread, and his feet planted into the mattress for balance. For a good while, he doesn't touch you. He keeps his hands behind his head, and would sometimes buck his hips to stroke you back when you seemed to be getting tired.

When he does, you ride him harder as if it were a competition.

It lowkey was.

And Hyungwon chuckles breathily when your determination knitted in your brow melts to a relenting expression of surrender, he leans abruptly to cage you in his arms. Locking you in place, Hyungwon fucks you harder so that it's nearly impossible for you to catch your breath.

You cling to him, digging your nails into his shoulders as he takes control. When you cum, it's loud and extremely wet since he was giving all g-spot stimulation from this angle.

When he cums, it's deep inside of you.

Every time.

Thank God for condoms.

Jooheon: Anywhere, anytime. Doesn't care about the position

Honey isn't picky. He likes every position that involved his dick inside of you. On top. On bottom. From the back. From the side. Whichever way you wanted it was how he wanted to give it to you.

He is, however, extremely spontaneous. So try not to be surprised when you end up accosted by him in a dark corner or his upstairs walk-in closet.

You were just minding your business in there, plotting on what hoodie or shirt to steal when the sound of him closing the door has you jumping out of your bones.

"Boo!" He says with a smile and with one of his favorite shirts clutched against your chest, your heart flutters at the deepness of your man's voice.

"Shit!" You exclaim, turning on your heels just he's stalking towards you. You were caught red-handed and attempted to hide the shirt behind your back.

"Mmmhmm..." Jooheon smirks handsomely at your expression and you smile innocently.

"H..Hey...Whatchu doing here?" You ask and Jooheon perks his brow.

"What are you doing?" He follows up, steadily backing you deeper into the closet. You shrug nonchalantly and stumble when your back meets the wall. Jooheon stops an inch shy of you and huffs humorously through his nose with a dimpled smirk.

"Um.." you begin, your eyes dropping to his lips as the shadow of his proximity darkened. He smelled amazing despite him being fresh off from a day of dancing and working out. The scent of his sweat mixed with his everyday fragrance was addictive.

Jooheon smirks at your silence before crashing his lips into yours. The kiss is ardent and sloppy as if this were all he could think about doing all day. He makes a growling sound from deep in his throat, almost in relief as his plushy lips dominate your mouth.

Your eyes widened on contact, mostly out of shock since he'd snuck up on you. They flutter shut gradually though when you tasted the sweet flavor of candy on his determined tongue. You moan into his mouth, reaching up to tangle and tug at the back of his head.

Jooheon didn't give a damn about you stealing his clothes. Being a brand ambassador, his closet was full of shit he didn't wear, and most of it looked better on you anyway.

He was just happy to have you here alone. His dick had been straining against his clothes all day, which was difficult to conceal in sweats.

He needed you.

Without asking, Jooheon reaches to yank your shorts down your legs and you let him. Seconds later he was pulling himself from his pants, not even bothering to push them down further than his thighs.

He lifts your leg and hikes it over his hip, shoving the blunt thickness of his dick against your entrance.

Both of you had to adjust your positions for optimal comfort, Jooheon pinning you to the wall to keep you in place.

You kept your elbows on his shoulders with your hands in his hair, holding on for dear life as he drilled into you.

Jooheon was good for a quickie since he was a man with so much repressed energy. If he couldn't release it all on stage or in practice, you were his most preferred outlet.

Changkyun: Backshots. Duh

"What's my name?"

"What's my fucking name?..."

The audacity of him to assume you could even say your own damn name right now. You couldn't say anything from the way he was handling you.

Face pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, bed, and floor.

Anywhere he could pin you so that you couldn't move.

Changkyun is an introvert 100%. He's not a man that says much if he doesn't have much to say. And that pretty much applied to when he was horny. He used his words only to command you into his favorite position.

Ass up and back arched so that he could watch it bounce back against his dick.

Changkyun isn't gentle either. He wants you to feel every inch of him and he wants it to hurt a little. His fingers will almost always leave a mark on your waist or ass cheeks from squeezing you harshly.

The tip of his dick will always hit you right where it needed to and the sharp delicious sting against your cervix repeatedly always had you shaking.

He's very active and in shape, which meant his stamina was unmatched. Never expect a quickie from this man.

"Don't make me ask again.." his gruff tone has a hint of a threat in it and you turn your head promptly to answer. His name comes out amid a drawn-out moan of ecstasy, intelligible and strained. But it's enough to feed Changkyun's ego and he smirks with accomplishment as he lifts his leg and plants his foot on the bed.

"That's right..." he exhales, tipping his head back and pounding into you harder. His tongue hangs from his mouth as if he could taste you in the air. It was indeed thick and humid from the sex.

He drops his chin to watch your opaque creaminess coating his dick the more he drives his hips into you. You'd cum a couple of times already and the evidence dripped down your inner thighs.

He loved the sound of it, squelching and mixing around his dick.

"Oh..baby....fuck..." he'd groan, crinkling his brow and licking the sweat from his upper lip. His jaw then goes slack, his nostrils flaring in time with his panted breaths the closer his nut inched forward.

"Fuck!" You both cried out when Changkyun slammed deep into you, only to pull himself out so that he could jerk himself the rest of the way. He spurts his seed all over the front of your pussy and ass.

You wheezed an exalting breath against the sheets, relieved and slightly disappointed at the same time.

The feeling of him dripping over your skin is the last thing on your mind once he pushes his dick back inside of you. It's unexpected and you mewl at the feeling of being full of him again.

Changkyun was absolutely the breed of man who could cum and still be hard. His refractory period was nonexistent and before you can catch your breath, Changkyun is pushing your butt down to lay flat.

His hips are back to doing their dirty work.

[intplayboy]

TOUCH - MAFIA! BTS OT7 X F! READER [ THREE ]

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summary: jin, with the assistance of 007 (you), performs a quick operation on the maknae as a result of his injury. jungkook tries to thank you, while jin spends some time to learn more about you better. yoongi gets frustrated with his members and takes it out on you.

pairings: mafia bts ot7 x experimented human female reader

genre: mafia au | moderate? angst | romance | sci-fi | action | fluff

warnings: implied drugging, mentions torture (no gore tho), medical extraction, gunshot wound, blood, violence, swearing. more fluff in this chapter! but also unfortunately yoongi being more of an asshole a little bit.

word count: 12,722 *prewritten & new chap but written longer, as an apology for the lateness :')*

also sorry i didn't post on the last two fridays, i had family from the philippines and then new year plans. anyways, better later than never, am i right? heheh... enjoy <3

ps. the second half of this isn't proofread 😭

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The maknae lies on his bed, as the others surround him with worried expressions. Their butler and Jin tend to him. "How's he hyung?"

"He didn't lose too much blood since the bullet is lodged in him. But we'll have to extract it or else it'll become infected and he won't heal properly." Jin explained.

The eldest brother casts a glance at his younger brother's pale face. "Jungkook, the bullet is stuck; we'll have to get it out. And it will hurt... a lot."

He blinks open his eyes, faintly nodding. "O-okay."

Hoseok enters the room with a metal cart and approaches Jin and Sun-woo from behind. "I brought the tools."

"Thanks."

Then a tiny figure emerged from the doorway. "I heard, hurt bad."

All eight pairs of eyes turned to gaze at you, but you avoided eye contact. "I want to help him."

"C-can I help him?" You asked softly.

Jin redirects his attention to Jungkook, who meets his stare and nods. "L-let her."

"Okay, come here. " Jin directs you, prompting you to move your feet toward the three men. "Get on the bed on the opposite side of him."

You climb onto the bed and sit next to the injured boy. You chew on your lip as you look at him, the sense of his injury being much stronger to you.

Jin then pressed the silvery blade against Jungkook's wound and gently slid it across, while you wrap your hands around Jungkook, and your eyes and the veins on your hands begin to illuminate purple.

When Sun-woo turns around to deliver Jin the next tool, his attention is drawn to you and your glowing appearance, causing him to yelp and drop the tool in surprise. "Oh goodness! That startled me."

"Yeah, that'll be with us for god knows how long, so get used to it." Yoongi scowls and Sun-woo nods slowly.

As Jin drags the blade against Jungkook, the younger groans and stiffens in pain, but thanks to your abilities, Jungkook gradually relaxes and falls quiet.

Jin continues to cut him open until eventually lifting the blade, causing you to let out a short, relieved gasp.

Jin sneaks a glimpse at you before checking on his injured dongsaeng. "How do you feel Kookie?"

"I-I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore, I don't feel anything. You can continue." He affirms.

"Okay, well, the bleeding is stable, and I will now extract the bullet, alright?" Jin makes an announcement, to which Jungkook nods.

Jin extended his other free hand behind him, signaling their butler to give out the next tool, a forceps. He quickly adjusted the metal tool in his hand and hovered it over the bullet wound once he could feel it in his hand.

He looks into the wound again, properly locating the bullet before inserting the tool into the open wound. He fishes for the bullet steadily but effectively, and once he clamps on to it, he expertly wiggles it upwards to remove it.

The soft audible whimpers coming from your petite form, however, do not go unnoticed by Jin and Jungkook, undoubtedly because they are the closest to you.

Still, Jin focused on extracting the bullet diligently, and once it emerges from the open wound, he instantly places it in the surgical metal basin beside him.

"All done." He begins removing his bloody gloves. "You can heal him now."

You flash Jin a brief glance before gently placing both of your hands above the wound. And, once again, not only do the veins on your hands glow but so do the veins around Jungkook's wound.

Meanwhile, Sun-woo marvels as you miraculously heal his youngest boss. "Amazing..."

You quickly retracted your hands while looking at Jungkook after the wound healed. "A-are you okay?"

The corners of the maknae's lips curved up slightly, keeping his gaze fixed on you. "Yes, thanks."

For what seemed like hours in their eyes, a sudden loud sigh interrupts their trance. "How come you didn't say anything, Jungkook?"

The addressed man swiveled his head, his eyes settled on his concerned leader. "I didn't want to worry you guys, and I figured I could treat it myself."

"If only the bullet wasn't stuck in there." He mutters quietly, but the oldest manages to hear him.

"You really think you could properly treat that wound yourself, are you crazy?" Jin exclaimed.

He puts his hands up defensively. "Okay! Okay, I'm sorry, I will make sure to tell you guys next time. Happy?"

While the boys cleaned up, you returned to your room as told and awaited further instructions.

Your head sprang up when you heard a knock at the door a little while later. You watch as a figure enters the room; it was the same broad-shouldered man who had tended to their youngest member and politely conversed with you the day before.

As he approaches you, he gives a faint smile. "Hi, I just wanted to come in here and thank you for helping Jungkook."

"Y-you welcome." You answer with your small voice.

He chuckles softly when the memory of your whimpering came to him. "By the way, I meant to ask you, why were you whimpering earlier?"

You give him a quizzical look, urging Jin to continue with his explanation. "You were making these sounds with your mouth while taking Jungkook's pain and healing him. It sounded like whimpering."

You pause for a few seconds. "Oh, y-your pain—" As you try to explain, you motion to him and then to yourself. "My pain."

The lens spectacle-wearing man scrunches his brows. "Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"I thought you already feel when someone is—" A voice disrupted him before he could complete his sentence. "Hyung! Are you making dinner tonight?"

Jin lets out an exasperated groan. "Of course!"

He sighed heavily, knowing he'd have to put that subject of discussion on hold for the time being. He then returns his attention to you."I know you've been cooped up in this boring room for hours, so would you like to join me in making dinner for everyone?"

"Y-you asking me?"

He nods. "Yeah, it'll be fun... I think?"

"Fun? What's fun?" You sway your head.

He rubs the back of his head, he did not expect that. "It's like— something you find enjoyable, yes. Something you'll like doing."

"Do you understand?"

"Enjoyable... Oh! Enjoyable, yes." You grin with your lips, exposing your adorable bread cheeks and deep dimples akin to Namjoon's.

That's cute. Wait what? What are you saying Jin? "Well, then, shall we go down?"

He offers his hand to you, which you immediately wrap your own around. He takes your hand in his and gently tugs you out of your bedroom.

When the two of you eventually made it into the kitchen, Jin automatically headed to where the apron with the white and blue stripes hung on a cabinet door. You, on the other hand, stayed still as the expert hacker moved about the kitchen retrieving all of the ingredients.

He didn't see you still awkwardly standing in the center of the kitchen until all the veggies and spices were spread out on the large island table. "O-oh sorry, I didn't realize..."

"I plan to make japchae and kimchi quesadillas. You can help by pouring all these contents for the quesadillas into the bowl like this." He demonstrates with empty dishes, making sure you pay attention. "Then mix it with the ground beef— Does this look easy enough?"

You hum and position yourself in front of the contents you were presented with. Jin attentively monitors you for a moment, ensuring you perform your job correctly. When he's satisfied, he turns around and starts chopping the veggies for the japchae.

He skillfully cuts and slices all of the peppers, mushrooms, spinach, and carrot. The same small voice rang out just as he was about to put a pot on the burner. "I-I finished."

He turns his head, and he finds the sight amusing. Splattered stains on his dongsaeng's sweatshirt and your hands drenched in the mixed spices and oil from the sauce that drips down your arms, staining the cuffs of her sleeves.

He chuckles lightly at your disarray. "Ah you're so clueless, but you're a cute kind of clueless."

As he approaches you with a smile, you pucker your lips in bewilderment. "Let me help you here."

He pulls a clean rag from the oven handle and drags her hands towards him. You squeak quietly at his abrupt actions, remembering Yoongi cleaning the food crumbs off your hands before. So you let him do what he did.

He adds as Jin keeps wiping your hands. "You should've rolled up your sleeves before mixing the ingredients together."

"It's okay, you didn't even know. Next time." He finally finishes drying your hands and lifts his eyes to meet your innocent, questioning gaze.

They exchanged stares for who knows how long until Jin noticed a smear of soy sauce on your cheek. His eyes narrowed on the spot, and his hand moved to your cheek without thinking as he came closer to your face. "You have something on your cheek."

You remained still, the close proximity quickening your heartbeat. Were you feeling fear, like your had with the angry man on the road? No. Then what was so different about how you felt when Jin is just inches from your face? That, you did not entirely understand.

This feeling of a new sort of pulse beating, the people, and even the environment itself were all foreign to you. Being outside the concrete walls that had imprisoned you had been a dream in the past, but it was now your new reality. You were finally experiencing it. Perhaps in an extremely bizarre way, as most people would put it, but anything had to be better than looking at those concrete walls and feeling trapped by your own father, right?

Jin came to a stop so near to your face that you could feel his breath tickling your nose. With his fingers hovering over your cheek, he wiped the sauce off your smooth skin with his thumb.

As he withdraws, a smirk appears on his face. "There you go, all done."

"Your hands could be sticky as well, so go wash your hands and we'll continue from here." You nod once again and do what you’re directed.

And for the remainder of the cooking time, you lingered behind Jin, a curious expression on your face, watching him work earnestly.

Jin eventually finishes their food after only an hour and a half. "Ya! I need one of you to help me in bringing out the food!"

Several footsteps can be heard before one individual enters from the kitchen entryway. "I'll help you hyung."

Jungkook walks over to the large island table and carries the other dish that his hyung had cooked. The meal is brought to their dining table by the two men. "Hey, erm, 007...?"

You glance up at Jin when you hear your name and wait for him to continue. "Could you please bring some plates and chopsticks?"

"Okay." You squeaked.

You looked inside the cupboards Jin had been rummaging through while cooking, searching for those white ceramic round circle plates. As you scanned the cupboard, you spotted the stacked plates. You stretched, nearly reaching for the plates with her fingertips.

As you ostensibly struggles to get the plates yourself, she huffs. After a prolonged strain, you felt your fingertips slightly contact the ceramics and instinctively sought to lean to get a proper grip. You were so focused on retrieving those dishes that you didn't notice the tall figure who walked back into the kitchen. "Ya, what are you doing?"

You flinch at his unexpected presence, startling you, and the plate you barely clutched slips from your loosened hands and smashes on the floor with a loud clatter. You released a small gasp, clearly alarmed by the abrupt predicament.

The said person scrambles forward instantly. "Ya, are you okay?!"

And as soon as you saw him, you identified the familiar face of the man you met in the alleyway who protected you without hesitation. "That was so sudden, I'm sorry."

He says tearing you out of you short daze, gazing at him a little stunned. "It's okay, it's my fault, I clean."

You then lowered your eyes, eventually frowning at the mess you had created. You crouched above the shattered fragments of the once-round porcelain dish without thinking. Upon seeing this, Jungkook scurried to your aid, shaking his head. "No- It's alright. I came up behind you without warning."

"I'll clean it up, you'll only hurt yourself—" The sound of glass thudding and a small yelp alerted him, and he noticed blood seeping out of your palm. "See, I told you. Let me do it."

"Let's wrap this up first." He grabs you injured hand, but you pull it back, shaking your head.

"I heal, remember?" Your eyes then turned purple, and the cut on your palm gradually closed, reverting your hand to normal.

Jungkook watches you as you heal yourself in front of him. That's right, I suppose that'll be the new normal now that she's here. Still, he will always remain awestruck by your abilities, although he doesn't look like he is. "Well, even if you can self-heal, that doesn't mean you put yourself in harm's way all the time."

"Let's get you off the floor for now." He wraps his arms around your slender frame and effortlessly scoops you up, eliciting a subtle squeal of surprise from you.

He then places you on the long island table and sweeps the broken ceramic off the floor. When he's finished, he approaches you again. "You know, there's no shame in asking for help. Especially if it keeps you away from harm's way."

You nod slowly, and Jungkook smirks. "Normally, I wouldn't be so courteous to a stranger I'd only met two days before. But you're different, which I like."

"You also helped me, so I guess my behavior right now is a way of expressing thank you for me." He explains himself sheepishly.

Why was he explaining so sheepishly? It wasn't like he was attempting to declare his love to his crush or ask a girl to a school dance. So why does the cute clueless stranger he encountered on the road who can magically heal people make him feel that way when he speaks to her? It seems like such a complicated question to answer.

When you returned his stare, you both fell quiet, unsure what to say next. After what seemed like many minutes of silence, Jungkook couldn't stand it any longer and cleared his throat. "I'll just grab the plates and you can grab the chopsticks."

"Does that sound good?"

You nod and look down from the counter as if you’re uncertain how you’ll get down from there. This does not go missed by him, and he almost laughs at the sight of your innocent concentrated face trying to figure out how to get off.

Without warning, he puts his hands around your waist, lifts you, and lowers you to the floor. "There you go."

"Let's join the rest for dinner, I'm sure we had them waiting quite long enough."

For the following days, Namjoon summoned the gang for another brief meeting, this time to discuss future plans regarding the allegedly stolen medical equipment and the gang that was transporting it. Everyone agreed that it was necessary to begin investigating the truth behind the smuggling business that had been operating under their noses for nearly two decades.

So, since then, some members have kept holed up in the house, going through recent and archived files and phoning contacts, while others have gone in and out meeting other different 'acquaintances' who prefer the traditional way of discreet information dissemination. However, as the days turned into weeks, the group failed to find even a single lead. File after file, contact after contact, it seems that the so-called "smuggling firm" didn't exist.

No one had the slightest knowledge about it not even the whereabouts of that unidentified gang. And this increased Bangtan's suspicions. They all inherently congregated in the living room at the end of the day and sat drained along the couches.

Yoongi rubs his eyes, almost laughing. "This is like chasing after a ghost."

"What are we even doing?"

"Whoever put in this much effort to keep this thing running in such secrecy for so long must be in a higher status. So the real question is, what are they doing with all of these packages of supplies that would force them to conceal it so desperately?" Jin's brows furrows.

Jungkook cocks his brow while staring down. "Something illegal— extremely illegal."

"But we do illegal shit almost everyday." Taehyung responds bluntly.

The others threw him a deadpan expression. "What? It's true!"

Namjoon sighs. "But, Jungkook and Jin are right." He thinks for a moment. "Jin, do you think you could analyze the supplies within the cargo? Maybe we can start speculating from there once we understand exactly what's in there."

The eldest nods. "Yeah, I can do that. But as I said before with the whole military mainframe hacking, this will also take time."

"And, as I have mentioned, it's fine; what matters is that we get to the bottom of this."

"Should we ask our wonderful guest again?" Jimin advises as he cracks his knuckles.

Taehyung sighs. "That little shit refuses to speak. We've gone at him for hours on end."

"And at this point, he's pissed me."

Yoongi scoffs. "Maybe you need to try a different tactic—"

"What kind of tactic?" Taehyung huffs.

"The Oranyan tactic." He replies.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure, good luck trying to get something out of him."

"Watch me." He flashes a sly grin.

With that, Yoongi heads to the basement himself, walking into the dim gray room. There, the surviving member of the cargo delivery they interfered in is now bound to a chair, blood trickling down his nose and purple bruising on his right eye and cheekbones. His head hangs as he was rendered unconscious by the constant pain from yesterday afternoon.

Yoongi approaches the poor man, kicking his foot, awakening him. "Ya, wake up dipshit."

The man groans, groggily lifting his head up. His swollen eyes fluttered open, finally landing on the master manipulator himself. He visibly gulps, this doesn't go missed by Yoongi, making him smirk cockily.

"Good, you already know who I am. No introductions needed, I like that." He tilts his head teasingly.

"Jesus fuck- how many there are of you guys?"

"Enough." Yoongi states bluntly.

"W-what do you want? Your friends already talked to me, and I ain't telling you shit."

Oranyan chuckles humorlessly. "Well good news for you, I don't need you to be talking for while—" The man's face twitches, making him continue. "Bad news, you're going to wish you had."

Two hours later...

The beaten man is no longer restricted to the chair but is suspended from the ceiling by his wrists. Yoongi's knuckles are red from the repeated strikes, but his patience is wearing thin. That's it, he tried to be kind.

He then opens a metal drawer and pulls out a syringe. He moves back up to the man, noticing his wary eye on the needle he's holding. "Oh, you must be wondering what this is?"

"Have you heard of opioids? The drug that supposes to relieve pain... Well, with the proper hazardous amount of an extra component, like fluoroquinolone, it will have the complete opposite effect."

"What does that mean for you? This means that the pain will intensify ten times worse than the minor pain you think you can handle. And well—" His lip rolls up. "You better hope your pain tolerance is immeasurable."

Yoongi had fulfilled his goal, the terror had settled in his eyes, and he was only going to touch the tip of the iceberg for the man. This satisfies him and simply pushes him to inject the drug, forcing the unfortunate man to scream. "NO! No, please!"

Yoongi removes the syringe and replaces it in the drawer. The tormented gang member cries out and squirms in his confinement. "Don't do this please!"

The second-oldest bangtan member ignores his screams by grabbing an empty bucket, placing it in a sink, and filling it with water. When the bucket is roughly one-third full, he takes it out and returns to his subject, drenching him with water.

"What are you doing?!"

Yoongi snaps his eyes up at him. "Can't a man have his fun?"

He then takes another gadget from the metal drawer. "Did I not warn you? Now you're pleading with me to stop, and I haven't even begun."

"Let me ask you a question. Do you want me to stop?"

He reluctantly nods. "Then tell me who that shipment was for."

Silence.

"All right, you asked for it." He sighs. The electric buzzing sounds as he switches on the gadget, and he immediately pins it on the lowly gang member, causing him to scream in agony. Thank goodness for Jungkook's idea to soundproof the room.

He lowers the electric device, allowing the man to breathe deeply... "Gonna talk now?"

He simply shakes his head, causing Yoongi to sigh in disappointment, before repeating his actions.

An hour later...

Shit, he looks like he might... No, he won't, he still needs to give some information. Yoongi groans, knowing what he needs to do now, but dreads it.

But he has to do it for the sake of his family. "You're lucky, you get a break. Because I'm not done with you yet."

As a response, he receives a pained moan, which causes his eyes to roll. He finally departs the basement, passing by the living room, where Hoseok and the maknae line were sitting with instant ramen bowls in their hands.

Jimin pauses in his chewing, making eye contact with his hyung. "So, did he talk?"

Jungkook giggles, attracting Yoongi's attention. "Something funny, Jeon?"

"No, no— uh, nothing." He coughs, continuing eating his noodles.

"Well, why are you here if you're getting close?" Jimin inquired.

"Because that fucker has a low toleration, he looks like his heart is ready to quit beating if I keep going."

Hoseok's pupils dilated. "What, why? What have you been doing?"

"Didn't you hear him earlier, he say his 'oranyan tactics'?" Taehyung nudges him.

"Seriously, Yoongi what did you do?"

"I might've given him the drug." He answers haphazardly.

All four of their faces drops. "You what?!"

"But Jin hyung said-"

"I know what Jin said. But it was the only thing that triggered that prick, okay? And if it works, it works, and I will continue to do so." He cuts off Hoseok. "Now tell me where that weird chick is."

"Where she's always been... Her room." Taehyung sighs.

Yoongi left the living room and proceeded to your room without saying any more.

Before leaving your room, Jimin and Jungkook assisted in keeping you entertained by setting up your television. You were so engrossed by the moving images and characters on the TV that you hadn't noticed Yoongi enter your room after two knocks that you ignored.

He came to a stop when he saw you were too absorbed in a... children's cartoon? His brow furrows at the scene, and he clears his throat loudly, capturing your attention.

Your head swings around at him, little startled by his presence. Your doe eyes reciprocate his gaze. When your eyes connect, he can't help but look away, trying to hide the sudden warmth that has crept up on his cheeks. "H-hey."

You cock your head. "Hi..."

"I need uh- I need you to do something for me." He starts. "There is someone here who is being questioned by me. But it looks like he might pass out from all blows he got."

"I also don't want to risk him dying before I have any information from him."

You keep staring at him, urging him to continue. "What I'm trying to say is, you need to heal this guy, or whatever."

At his remarks, your brows raise. "Okay."

"He hurt really bad?"

"I guess?" He shrugs.

You then hop off the bed and stand on your own two feet. "I will heal then."

Yoongi nods, mildly stunned by your instant obedience. "G-good, follow me."

He then walks you out of your room and down the stairs, passing through the living room, where the three youngest and Hoseok still stay. "Hey cutie~! Whatcha doing out?"

Taehyung greets you with the same boxy smile he had the first time you two met.

"Following him..." While glancing at Taehyung, you point at Yoongi. "He said someone hurt really bad, so I heal."

"Oh..." His lips curled slightly downward as he turned to look at his hyung.

"You're seriously going to bring her down there?"

"Yeah, so?" The latter replies dismissively.

"Hey, this is your problem, don't drag her into this. It's your fault for using that drug on him. I'm guessing you gave him more than the proper dose." Hoseok quickly intervenes.

Yoongi huffs. "Would you all stop ganging up on me. I'm trying all I can to acquire some sort of lead and help us all."

"May I remind you all that we've been running in circles with these detective games for weeks and haven't gotten far."

Hoseok's shoulders slump, Yoongi isn't wrong. If they had any suspicions about anybody or anything, they could usually track down the person's whereabouts, associates, background, and whole past in a matter of days. But not this time; the pending investigation has been prolonged for far too long already, and it's quite eerie for them to go this far without knowing who or what is involved in this whole quandary.

"Well, just know that if Jin finds the extent of your 'interrogation,' you will bear the consequences." Jungkook breaks the tension.

One thing about Jungkook is that, despite being the youngest, the maknae of the gang, he can be pretty mature and frequently plays the part of the elder one or even the group leader when the circumstance calls for it. Perhaps it is because he tries his best to be the most level-headed member of the gang whenever there is a problem amongst the members, and the others are tremendously thankful to him for it, either indirectly or directly.

"I understand." He cuts the talk short, then turns to you, who is already staring at him, oh so innocently... "L-let's go."

You nod and continue to follow him, silently, to the interrogation basement.

When you both enter the room, your sight is drawn to the battered form of the guy that hangs from the ceiling. When you return your gaze, Yoongi turns to face you. "He's hurt really bad."

"Yep."

"Heal him, so I can question him more."

You again merely nod as you walk up to the gang member. When you come near to him, he opens his eyes and fixes them on you. You meet his glance with a blank face. "Hello."

He grimaces at you. "What do you want, bitch."

"Bitch?" Your brow furrows in perplexity.

"Yeah, you stupid bitch." He says it again, leaving you even more perplexed. "Did you come here to do your little boyfriend's dirty work?"

"Me heal you." You innocently gesture to him.

He chuckles dryly, then spits in your face. "I ain't falling for your tricks."

You take a step back from him, flinching and closing your eyes at the fluid contact. Yoongi's laughter interrupts the silence, surprising the guy who had missed Yoongi's presence. Oh, how he wishes he had noticed.

"I think you're the stupid one here." Yoongi then approaches you and hands you a white handkerchief while causing you to gaze up at him while still having the man's spit on your face. "Wipe your face with this."

"I was actually generous enough to bring her here to relieve you of your misery. But it seems that you desire to do more." He looks across at the battered prisoner.

"I-I'm sorry, I t-take it back." He splutters.

Yoongi picks up the water-filled bucket once more. "No, no, not again."

He splashes him with water before grabbing the stun baton. "I advise you turn away, kitten if you can't handle this part."

You tilt your head in confusion as he pushes the stun baton on the gang member, eliciting another agonizing cry from him. As the wailing continues, you cringe, shielding your ears.

Yoongi takes away the baton. "Who was the cargo intended for?"

"I-I can't t-tell you. T-they'll kill m-me." The man replies.

Yoongi exhales exasperatedly. "You'll die anyways if you don't tell me who that cargo was for."

The man clamps his lips together, terrified, he looks at the second-oldest member of the bangtan mafia group. "I-I c-can't."

"Then I'll continue." He then applies the stun baton to the prisoner's abdominal region.

The shrieks lasted for a bit longer, till Yoongi removed it again as the man struggled to take deep breaths. Yoongi was about to push the gadget against him again when the gang member stopped him. "Wait, wait!"

"I-I can't tell you w-who the shipment was for, b-because I don't know who it is."

"How can you negotiate a cargo agreement with someone you don't even know?" Yoongi asks, judgingly. "Are you telling me you don't know who this man is?"

He shows the image that was contained in the evidence package from their anonymous tip a few weeks ago. "Isn't this your little gang meeting up with a man who runs a medical facility?"

"Y-yes, but that wasn't who that supplies were for."

"B-but I don't make the deals, s-so I wouldn't know—" He explains.

"You're the one who does the dirty work, I know." Yoongi sighs and sets the photo down after finishing his sentence.

"But if you don't make the deals, surely you know who does." Yoongi arches his brow in expectancy.

The guy nods, gulping. "I-I do..."

"Tell me now."

Jin was on his way to find Yoongi and remind him that it was his turn to make dinner. He enters his dongsaeng's bedroom, only to be met by the void of his presence. He furrows his brows and begins searching for him throughout the mansion until he comes upon their vast gym room, which Jungkook is occupying.

He walks in, quickly drawing the maknae's attention. "Hey, hyung."

"Hey, Jungkook, I'm looking for Yoongi. It's his turn to prepare dinner. Do you know where he is?"

With the white rag in his hand, the younger pats his forehead. "Yeah, he's in the interrogation room."

Jin's brow furrows in surprise. "He's still there?" He glances at his silver wristwatch. "It's almost six, that means he's been in there for hours."

"Yeah, he claimed he was close to getting the guy to talk." He nods.

"Okay, thank you. Remember to wash up before you come for dinner." The elder pivots, about to return to the entrance.

"Yes mom." Jungkook rolls his eyes. "By the way, that girl is with Yoongi as well."

Jin comes to a halt before grabbing the door handle and turning to face him. "The girl? She's in the interrogation room with Yoongi?"

"Yeah, he said he needed her before the guy passed out on him." Jungkook answers without making eye contact as he resumes his workout on the bench.

Jin pauses for a moment. "Why would— Oh, my god, that little... I'll go, see you later, Kook."

The latter simply grunts in response, as Jin walked out of the gym to the basement interrogation room.

As he descends the stairs, he strains his ears to hear something, anything, despite knowing that the room had been soundproofed courtesy of Jungkook's big brain.

He approaches the door and swings it open. "Min Yoongi, what do you think you—"

Jin stop mid-sentence as he registered the scene in front of him. Yoongi is stuck, staring at you with uncertainty as to what to do about the state you're in.

Earlier, before Jin arrived, the gang member finally told Yoongi what he needed to know, and everything he did know. Yoongi then ordered you to heal him in order to torture him again as retribution for the man's delay in providing the information and send a message to that gang. One that tells them explicitly that Bangtan always gets what they want and that no one can or will stop them from achieving their objective; if they do so, they should count themselves unlucky.

Of course, he didn't tell you that. You knew and were trained not to question commands, only to obey them. So you complied with his demands, but both of you didn't anticipate how severe the healing process would be on you, until now.

Like the previous times, your veins from your fingers to your elbow glow purple and match the veins of the man you are holding as your hands are gently squeezing his sides.

The pain was first somewhat more than you could handle, but the more you lingered with the man, the worse it became. You did your best to prevent the cries and whimpers that threatened to spill from your mouth. No, you can't take your hands off him just yet; he's not completely healed, and his pain hasn't gone away, you thought.

Back at the facility where you escaped, if the healing procedure wasn't fully completed and the subject's pain wasn't properly drained out, you were met with consequences. Consequences that ensured you never made the same mistake twice. You want to take your hands off the man, but if you do, you could suffer the same repercussions as before, which you don't want more than anything.

You don't notice it at first, but as the pain transferring grows increasingly intense, your veins and eyes begin to shine brighter and your head rolls back. You whimper softly as you take more, not only feeling the scorching pain in your abdomen but also in your head. You're not sure what's going on, maybe because you've never reduced pain like this before, causing your senses to surge into overdrive.

Blood begins to seep from your nostrils as your face glows brightly and your head lolls back. And it wasn't until you let out an audible whine that Jin breaks out of his trance on you and rushes up to you.

He grabs your shoulders and jerks you away from the man, interfering with the healing process. And as soon as you lost contact, the agonizing sensation subsided, but the aftereffects almost immediately caused you to become limp in Jin's arms.

Jin drops to the floor with you, softly cradling you. He attempts to wake you, but you don't respond. "Ya! Wake up!"

The elder shifts his gaze from you to Yoongi. "What did you do, Oranyan?"

Yoongi meets his gaze. "I didn't do anything. All I asked her was to heal him."

"And from there, I don't know what was happening. I thought she was just healing him."

Jin's lips pinched as he returned his attention to you, his gaze drawn to the blood gushing down your nose. "I-I think it was too much for her."

"Too much?" Yoongi questions.

"After all, she is still a human being, just like me, you, and that punk over there." Jin replies. "Everyone has a limit, I know you know that, otherwise you wouldn't have asked her for help."

Yoongi turns away as Jin rises up and lifts you in bridal style. "I'll have one of the maknaes take care of whatever happened here."

"I came to tell you that you need to make dinner. And you'd best be prepared to explain everything later." He exits the interrogation room, leaving his dongsaeng behind.

Jin walks across the living room to the front entrance as he emerges from the basement. Their medical clinic is separate from their mansion, but still on their property, so they would have to walk a short distance to the modest housing unit.

On the way to the clinic, he comes across Namjoon, who is reading a book on one of the white benches on their magnificent front yard. Jin's footsteps on the gravel draw the leader's attention away from his book.

When he sees your unconscious body in the arms of his hyung, his brow furrows. He stands from the bench and walks over to you both. "What happened?"

Jin sighs. "I'm not sure, I found her with Yoongi in the interrogation room."

"I guess he needed her to heal the guy since he went too far again." He elaborates. "I think she passed out because it was too much for her."

When the three of you arrive at the clinic, Namjoon goes ahead and holds the door open for Jin. Jin lays you on the automatic medical fowler bed before scurrying into the clinic's supply room to retrieve some tools to help you.

"She's bleeding." Namjoon points out, as the other moves about.

"Oh really Namjoon, I hadn't realized that. Thanks for pointing it out." Jin reacts sarcastically.

Namjoon pouts. "Geez, I didn't notice it until now, okay."

Jin finally returns to you with the appropriate equipments. He needs to check sure you're still alive, so he attaches the fingertip pulse oximeter to your index finger and connects it to the machine.

The machine then detects your heartbeat, allowing the elder to exhale a relieved sigh. "Well, she's alive—"

"What are you doing?" Namjoon observes Jin as he drags a machine close to your head.

"I'm going to scan for her brain activity and see what's going on in that little head of hers when this happens." Jin answers. "I had some suspicion when she helped Jungkook."

"And that is?"

"I'll try to explain it simply, you know when she takes away the pain—" Namjoon nods, encouraging him to go on. "I believe she achieves this by transferring the pain we feel to herself, which means she will experience all of our pain at the moment."

Namjoon's pupils constrict. "That's… That's pretty sensible."

"But, we'll conduct a test to further confirm it." Jin tells him. "You asked me to do some research on the girl, so here it is."

"Shouldn't we first wake her up?" Namjoon inquires.

He shook his head. "No, at least not yet. I'd want to compare the results. Right now, her brain activity should be fairly stable, but we'll see."

Jin surrounds your head with the swoop portable mri scanner. He types on the machine's screen, and the machine whirrs away, leaving the two men waiting for the results of the scan.

It isn't long until the device completes the process and emits an electronic beep. Jin moves to the display computer beside them and types briefly on the keyboard before the scan results appear. Namjoon approaches him from behind, peering over his shoulder.

"What do the results indicate?" Namjoon asks, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"These yellow-red patches in her frontal and parietal lobes are likely the stress-related aftereffects of the physical pain she suffered." Jin explains.

"It's almost mostly red on her parietal lobe, is that worse?" Namjoon inquires.

The master hacker nods. "Yes, the parietal lobe is in charge of sensory perception, such as taste, hearing, sight, smell, and… touch."

"You're right, then…" The leader concludes.

Jin snorts. "I'm always right."

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

Suddenly, the two men hear fabric ruffling, signifying that you are waking up.

They pivot, seeing your eyelids flutter open with a scrunch between your brows. When you fully wake, your face softens into a muddled look. You sat up hastily, swiveling your head in the strange room until you noticed the two familiar men alongside you.

Your wide doe-like eyes lock onto them. "W-where am I?"

"You're in our clinic house." The lens-spectacle man responds.

"A c-clinic ho-use…?" You stutter.

"Yeah, it's like going to a doctor's office to be healed and whatnot." Namjoon simply explains for you. "

"Healed…?" You tilt your head. "But I heal me."

"Well, it's also a place to find out whether there's something wrong with you." Jin adds.

Your eyes widen with a trace of panic, which the two men pick up on, only raising more questions about you in their minds. "I-Is something wrong in me?"

The oldest member shakes his head. "I wouldn't say bad, we're just doing tests to see what you do."

They test you; you must do well, you reason, thus you almost instantly sat up straight. "What do I do?"

"Huh?" Jin lifts his brows.

"You said, test me…" You started making that cute gesture you make when you're trying to explain yourself. Wait, cute? What on earth are they thinking?

"So 0-0-7, do what you say."

"Oh well, it's not much. It's a quick thing." Jin begins, then pats Namjoon on the shoulder. "Namjoon here is going to hurt himself, and you're going to heal him again."

Namjoon looks at Jin. "Excuse me? Since when have I-"

"Since now. Now go hurt yourself with something." Jin smiles tightly.

"With what exactly?" He narrows his eyes at his hyung.

The latter merely shrugs. "I don't know. You're the clumsy one."

"Fuck you. I'm NOT that clumsy." The younger scowls.

Jin's brow furrows. "No… You're quite clumsy at times, it's ridiculous."

"Am not." Namjoon groans.

"Remind me who packed the wrong explosive on the helicopter?" The broad-shouldered man crosses his arms and stares expectantly at the other.

"Hey-! It's not my fault they look the same to me!" Namjoon accusingly points at him.

"And neither is it my fault, you were too over-confident."

"Look, if you're not going to hurt yourself, I will." Jin says.

"Oh, really? And how are you—ah!" When Jin jabs a scalpel into his hand and swiftly retracts it, the tactical genius yelps loudly.

"YA! Are you crazy?!" Namjoon exclaims with disbelief.

"I did strap a missile to a tiny helicopter in order to blow up a moving truck… So, perhaps a little?" He replies condescendingly.

"Again, fuck you, that hurt."

"Well, of course, it hurts you pabo, I stabbed your hand."

Jin claps his hands. "Okay, now that he sustained an injury—" He turns to look at you, only to catch you looking at both of them, frightened. Jin's unexpected action may have scared you. The way he didn't think twice about hurting the mafia leader reminded you so much of your father, who didn't hesitate about punishing his scientists and workers if the drugs and experiments on you didn't work or went wrong, along with you, of course.

"Oh, I- um, it's for the test." Jin approaches, but you simply shrink back.

And Jin dislikes it. You and he may have just spent a short time together, but he preferred it when you didn't back away from him. "H-hey, I'm not going to hurt you like that... that, was just for the test."

You reluctantly nodded, then shifted your gaze to the leader, feeling a clear sensation in you that he's hurt. Namjoon meets your eyes, knowing exactly what you're about to ask him. He chuckles to himself, you're like an open book, so simple to read.

He approaches you and extends his hand to you. But Jin stops you before you can display your glowing visage again. "Wait, let me first put this on you."

He grabs a piece of the contraption and places it on your head, puzzling Namjoon. "What is that?"

"It's a neuro headset. It will read her brain activity and transmit it to us in real-time while she heals you." He answers.

As Jin finishes setting the headset on you, Namjoon's lips make an 'o' of understanding. "Okay, you're all set."

Then, he locks eye contact with you, with no animosity. "Don't worry, whether you heal him or not, you'll do well."

Your lips curl into a little grin at his remarks, now nodding with more confidence, which causes him to smile as well. You cover Namjoon's bleeding wound with your feathery touch. Your purple glow comes to life, illuminating your veins, around the wound, and your eyes.

You begin to close the cut on Namjoon's hand while also relieving his pain. And this time, Namjoon truly focusses on your face, attentively watching even the smallest twitches in your face as Jin keeps his attention, analyzing your brain waves. When you transfer the pain into yourself, you close your eyes and your face starts to contort in discomfort.

Jin is right; when you're healing someone, you experience all they feel. He leans back in shock, watching as the wavelengths on the screen bounce higher, indicating the severity of your discomfort. You slowly open your eyes again a few seconds later, and your purple light fades, indicating that the process was complete.

You let go of the dimpled man's hand, revealing it to be perfectly flawless, as if the injury had never occurred. He then pivots, waiting to hear from the master hacker about your brain activity.

Jin just nods his head, confirming Namjoon's thoughts. You're a true enigma to figure out. “How do you feel?”

Namjoon's question makes you blink. “Me?”

“Yes, how do you feel?”

“I feel… okay?” You say.

"007, what did you mean when I asked you how you take away our pain?" Jin asks.

You hum. “Your pain, my pain.”

"I should've known then, but now I know. This changes things a bit."

Namjoon nods. “It does. So we can’t entirely rely on her when it comes to the more severe injuries.”

“We have to tell the others about it.”

“Indeed, we do. We have a lot to talk about anyways, I assume Yoongi got the man to talk.”

Jin rolls his eyes. “Yeah.”

By dinnertime, the seven members had gathered in the dining room, where the delicious food had been prepared by the scar-faced man.

The table was unusually quiet, which generally meant that something bad or novel would be spoken. In any case, the maknae line never enjoyed the tense atmosphere, at least not at the dinner table.

Jungkook uttered a whine. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“I have something to say…”

“I have some information…”

Yoongi and Jin spoke at the same time, causing the others to raise their brows and the two men to exchange glances.

“Well, since I’m the older one, you go first.” Jin crosses his arms.

Yoongi only huffs. “Sure… I got a name and location for the gang. The birdie informed me that their gang's leader conducts business in private. But he uses an alias. So it's pointless to try to check his background."

“And the location?” Namjoon inquires.

“Daegu. They had plans if they were compromised they’d lay low there.”

"It seems that their leader loves Golden Dragons. And, that he’s a person we don’t come to and demand of, he comes to you, or so he says.” He rolls his eyes.

“Then we’ll go to Daegu.” Namjoon declares.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “Deagu?! That’s hours away. That’ll be—”

"Yes, it will be a full work day for us, maybe a couple of work days." Namjoon confirms.

"When are we leaving?" Hoseok questions, unfazed by the sudden plans.

"The sooner the better, therefore we'll leave tomorrow." The leader answers.

The maknae groans. “Aw man, that means we’re going to have to pack tonight.” Jimin scolds him quietly by pinching his leg.

“Then it’s settled, we’re going to Daegu tomorrow.”

Jimin looks at Jin. “Now, what was it you were going to share hyung?”

He exhales, his shoulders dropping. “It’s about the girl, 007.”

“What about her? Is she okay?” His face is filled with concern. “Actually, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen her since she went into the interrogation room with Yoongi.”

“Well, she’s alright now. But it’s about her… abilities, we could say…” He begins.

"We all know that one of her abilities is to heal wounds and relieve pain for all of us, or anybody, really—"

"You're rambling again, Jin hyung." Jimin puffs his cheeks.

He exhales forcefully. "Remember when she came to help you when I extracted the bullet from you, Jungkook?" Jungkook nods, and Jin resumes. "What she did when she numbed the pain was transfer the pain to herself."

"Meaning, she felt all the pain you were feeling at that moment—that's how she does that thing." He explains.

The table falls silent once more as everyone processes the new information.

"See, I had a feeling bringing her down there wasn't a smart idea." Taehyung frowns at Yoongi.

"Ya, none of us knew that until now. Don't blame me." The older glares back.

"How did you find out about this?" Asked Jungkook.

"Well, Namjoon and I went to the clinic to run some brief tests on her after she passed out in the interrogation room. Her brain scans reveal it all." Jin replies.

"Ah… I see…"

"Wait- Did you say she collapsed?!" Jimin's eyes widened as he turned to face the person who had prepared dinner.

"What do you want me to say— I didn't think that would happen." Yoongi shrugs.

"Alright, well, we all know now. We can't rely fully on her if one of us suffers a more severe injury." Namjoon breaks up the members' glares and looks.

"But she was fine when she was healing Jungkook," Jimin muses.

"The only difference is that he didn't have the drug put into him." Jin sneers.

Oranyan slams the table with his fist. "Can't you all be thankful that I got something from him to help us all?"

"Seriously, all I've been hearing at this table is how badly I screwed up. It's annoying." He clenches his teeth.

"You know what, whatever, I'm not hungry anymore." He abruptly rises from his seat, and all six of the remaining eyes follow him.

"Where are you going Yoongi?" Jin sighs.

"Room." He walks away without looking back.

They all looked at each other for a moment before Taehyung broke the quiet. "Shouldn't we—"

"No, just leave him alone for the time being. He needs his time to cool off." Namjoon replies.

"And speaking of the girl, since were going on our little business trip, we just can't leave her here the entire time."

"What do you suggest we do?" Hoseok cocks his head.

"We'll enroll her in school." Namjoon responds while slicing his steak.

"A school… You want to put her in school?" Hoseok repeats.

"Yes."

"I think she'll be alright with Sun-woo here." Jungkook insists.

"Yeah, but for a more than a day, busy with what? A children's cartoon?" Namjoon counteracts.

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender. "I'm simply looking at it logically. I mean, she has no social skills, rarely speaks, and doesn't even recognize half of the items in this house. You think she'll survive a day at a school?"

"While I understand your point of view, Jungkook, I think Namjoon's idea is good. How else could she learn those things—certainly not from us." Jin sips from his glass of wine. "And I believe that is also a logical viewpoint. She wouldn't gain from being cooped up in this mansion. And if she's going to stay with us, she might as well learn a thing or two."

"Are we even going to be able to have her registered so quickly? We leave tomorrow." Taehyung questions.

Jin smirks. "Look who you're talking to; what you're asking me is child's play."

"I mean, she's the one forced into a new environment after all." Jimin proposed.

Namjoon nods. "We will and we'll get her registered first thing tomorrow, and then leave later in the evening. Does that sound good?"

Everyone hums or nods in accordance to their leader's instructions.

"So… I think it's very clear we can't register with the number she gave us. She needs a name." Jungkook stuffs his mouth with food, ravenous after all that talking.

"Hmm, you're right… Maybe we can discuss that with her."

Yoongi exits the dining area and ascends the stairs, walking idly along the corridor until he glances up and finds himself in front of your bedroom door.

Over the course of a few weeks, it appears that him bringing your food for dinner has become such a habit that even his body knows where to go and for what without even realizing it. He throws your door open, making you flinch at the door slamming as he strides in, still agitated by the dinner conversation.

“Your food.” He spits, roughly placing it on the bedside table in front of you.

With a little furrow between your brows, you gaze up at him silently. “Y-you… feel not good.”

“Yeah, and I wonder whose fault is that?” He sneers.

"Who?" Curiosity filled your eyes.

He scowls and mentally breathes, cool it Yoongi, one less thing for them to nag you about if you blow up in front of her. "It's none of your business."

You avert your eyes, now staring at the meal. You have a sense that if you make any abrupt moves, you'll set him off. But your inaction seemed to irritate him even more.

You can feel his frustration waves making you tense as he clicks his tongue. “Ya-! Are you gonna eat or what?”

You swallow, unsure where to look, but nod anyway. “I-I will.”

“Well, then…” He narrows his eyes at you.

You perceive this as a cue to start eating on your own. You assume he won't feed you tonight, so you'll have to help feed yourself. And, of course, you're still not sure how to use the utensils.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach for the food on the white porcelain plate, scooping up the rice and spicy red vegetable known as Kimichi, which you learned you really liked. Your other hand goes to rip a piece of meat jun that you also found you really liked the flavor of.

So you started stuffing the food into your mouth wordlessly, completely disregarding the silvery utensils on either side of the tray, just like the first time he served you dinner.

He catches your attention with an impatient sigh. "Weeks have passed, and you still can't manage something as basic as a spoon or chopsticks?"

"You see these things—" He motions with the spoon and chopsticks, causing you to nod while starring at him. "Use them. Now."

"O-okay." You squeak, clutching the spoon with your food-strewn hands, knowing that it was easier for you to use.

When you picked up the spoon, you tried to mimic what the man in front of you used to do when he fed you, scooping the rice and ready to rip a piece of meat jun again when Yoongi stopped you. "No, use the chopsticks. You've spent enough time watching to understand how to use it."

You hesitantly nod once more before taking the two silver sticks. However, you struggle to grasp it properly when you try to take a piece of the meat jun with the chopstick, holding the utensil awkwardly. You were able to rip a little bit, but as soon as you got a grip of it between the metal sticks, it fell instantly.

You puff softly, attempting it again—once… twice… three times—but it falls pitifully at each attempt. And this simply adds to the master manipulator's aggravation. "YA! Are you that helpless, or should I say useless?"

Your lips quiver faintly as you recoil at his outburst. You disliked it when people yelled at you. With the pathetic ratio of successes and failures you accumulated during your 'training' and testing, it always reminded you how much of a failure you are.

"Can't even use a simple object. I won't understand how any of them think any good of you when you can't even do this." He rants angrily, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.

And you hadn't realized that when you finally looked up at him again, your eyes blazed purple, indicating that you were scared of him. He exhales deeply before opening his eyes and returning your gaze, noticing your vivid violet eyes.

He's quite taken aback by it, but he doesn't show it. This happened the last time he saw you for the first time. Why are your eyes so bright when you're just with him? He steps back. "I don't have time to deal with this; I'll have someone fetch the platter when you're done."

He quickly pivots, shrewdly speed-walking back to your door, leaving you in the tense atmosphere.

The next day, the group convened once more to have you registered at one of the nearby schools, as planned. After dinner, Jin proceeded to forge various documents to formally enroll you, such as a paper proof of residency and emergency contact information, as well as fill out a general application form to prevent any suspicions and questioning.

To be totally honest, it'll still raise quite a few eyebrows for one of the country's most infamous mafia gangs to suddenly enroll a girl who hasn't seemed to exist for the previous nineteen years.

The final thing they needed to do was to create a birth certificate for you, but first they had to come up with a name for you. So, with the seven men in your room, they start to discuss the ideal name for you.

"Good morning 007." Jimin grins politely and joins the rest of you in the room, holding a platter of steaming tea in his hands.

With a little wave, you falteringly smile. "Hi…"

You gaze with curiosity as he sets the tray on your nightstand. "Is that my medicine?"

Jimin pauses, puzzledly glancing at you. "Medicine-? This? Oh, no, it's tea. Green tea."

"Tea? Will it make me caa-lm?" You queried.

"I guess…? It's healthy for you." Jimin responds hesitantly.

"007, did they give you something like this back where you're from?" Taehyung questions.

You nod truthfully. "They make me take to caa-lm me."

"And do you know what kind of medicine they give you?"

"Mister said P-pavulon… I t-take when they fix me." You stumble through your reply, trying your hardest to get the words out.

Jin's eyes widened in shock, but Hoseok, being the astute observer that he is, notices it. "I take it, it sounds familiar to you hyung?"

Everyone looks at Jin as he nods in affirmation. "Pavulon- or more precisely, pancuronium it's a neuromuscular blocker used as an adjunct to general anesthesia to facilitate tracheal intubation and to provide skeletal muscle relaxation for patients that undergoes mechanical ventilation or I assume, in her case, surgery."

"Maybe talk in dumb for people who don't understand science terminology you." Jungkook smiles sarcastically.

"It's a more targeted paralytic medicine used in conjunction with general anesthetic to induce skeletal muscular relaxation in the patient, which will require mechanical ventilation since they'll struggle to breathe on their own." Jin explains again.

"So they're practically paralyzed from the neck down?" Taehyung frowns.

"Yes, and in fact, seventy percent of the time, some people do not regain their sensation, resulting in death." Jin continues. "That's why several laws to ban the drug were almost passed."

"But I assume it's only after a certain number of times they've been drugged with it or how much they've been given in one dose, right?" Jimin's face is covered in worry.

"That is correct, and she is quite lucky to still be able to move or be alive."

"Wait a minute- why would they need to use such a strong drug to get her into that state?" The maknae wonders aloud.

Namjoon rubs his chin. "That's a good question, Jungkook."

"Well, given what we know, one thing is certain: whatever facility 007 came from isn't a regular facility."

"Jin, you were able to get any details on her?" Namjoon looks to the eldest.

The latter shakes his head. "No boss, absolutely no traces of her. When Jimin and Jungkook met her, she seemed to appear out of nowhere."

"Alright, it seems like we'll have to make do with what she can tell us about the institution where she was held."

"But for the time being, let's concentrate on the enrollment—So, 007…" The leader now turns his attention to you. "We talked last night, and we all agreed to send you to school because we'll be away on a… business trip."

Yoongi snorts, stifling a laugh, at the notion of you attending school during their time in Daegu. But the rest of them gave him a look that made him shrug. "What-? I thought it was funny, nothing wrong with that."

"What is school?" You tilt your head.

"Basically prison." Jungkook muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear, and Hoseok chastised him by nonchalantly smacking the back of his head. "Ow- hey-!"

Your pupils dilated. "Prison? Did 007 do wrong?"

Jimin frantically shakes his head. "No, no, you did nothing wrong. And it's certainly NOT a prison." He then glares at his dongsaeng. "Jungkook has no idea what he's talking about."

"Oh… Then, what is it?" Your face regains its innocent expression.

"It's a place where young people like you go to learn all there is to know about the world." Jimin answers. "It… It can be enjoyable, and you'll meet a lot of other kids like you!"

"Actually, there are no other kids like her. At least a kid who can heal others and herself in seconds and has glowing eyes." Jungkook interrupts.

"Jungkook-! Seriously." Jimin gives him another scowl.

"Okay, I'll stop." He chuckles.

"You'll get used to it, I believe in you." Taehyung smiles at you.

You reciprocate his smile. "Okay, when I go?"

"Today, in a like two hours maybe." Jin checks his watch.

"However, before we can register you, we must first create a birth certificate for you. The only issue is that we need to give you a real name."

"Name…? 0-0-7—" You point to yourself. "Me- my n-name, 007."

Jin shakes his head. "No, that's a number. Those people in your facility didn't give you a name; they just gave you a number. A number makes you a subject, not a person."

"And you're a person, a human, not anything else."

"So, 007, what do you want to be called?" Taehyung lip-smiles.

With confusion, your eyes are blank. "I-I don't know."

"How about, Ae-Ri?" Jungkook suggests.

"Eh, that sounds too girly for her." Taehyung disagrees.

Jimin arches his brow. "Too girly? What makes it 'too girly', Taehyung?"

Taehyung pursed his lips. "Uh… no… Nevermind."

"What about, Eun-Ha?" Hoseok proposed.

"Oh hell no- that's my sister's name. Definitely not." Jin grimaces.

"Okay, not Eun-Ha, what do you suggest then?" The younger said.

"Let's do Min-Ah." He smirks.

Taehyung giggles. "Sounds like the a shorter girl version of Jimin-ah."

Jimin narrows his eyes on the later 95. "Fuck off, Taehyung."

"Hyung!" Jungkook whines as he notices your ears perk up at the swear word from Jimin.

Jimin looks at Jungkook then shifts his eyes to you, where you look at him with wonder. "Fuck?"

He nervously laughs. "Don't repeat that. Especially not in school, okay?"

"Fuck?"

"Yeah, don't say it okay?" And you nod in compliance, to which Jimin sighs in relief.

"Han-Byul, it's classic." Namjoon says.

"No offense Namjoon, but if I were you, I would sit this one out." Jin said.

Namjoon looks at him, completely offended. "What, why? What's wrong with my name idea?"

"It sounds ancient, you're going to make her seem old." Jungkook pats his leader's shoulder.

"Exactly, took the words right out of my mouth." Jin concurs.

"It's not old, it's classic." Namjoon repeats.

"It's old, that's what it is." Taehyung comments.

Jimin then turns to look at you. "007, how do you like the name, Ji-Won?"

"Ji-Won?" You think audibly.

Jungkook snorts. "Are you sure you want to name her after one of your hookups?"

Jimin swivels his head to look at the maknae. "No...? Wait- How do you know her name?"

"You're telling me you didn't know? She's hundred sixty-two centimeters, smaller eyes, black to blonde ombre hair— that girl, does it ring a bell?" Jungkook looks at the older expectantly.

"Ohh- her... Why do you even remember her anyways?" The master seducer squints at him.

"She came crying to me when you broke the 'news' to her one day after your guys 'amazing' night." He answers.

"Oh- well, then I got nothin'." Jimin says.

The room eventually became silent as they all struggled to come up with a nice name for you, as you sat on your knees gazing at them on your bed.

"Y/N." A voice disrupts the silence.

All seven heads turned to look at the source of the voice, and all eyes were drawn to Yoongi. "What did you say?"

"Y/N, it's simple, and it matches her- I guess…" He mumbles, his eyes averted elsewhere, missing the way your eyes gleam at the mention of the name. Hearing it piques your interest.

Another beat goes by, and your sweet voice comes out. "Y/N…"

"I l-like Y/N." You say again.

Jungkook, Namjoon, and Hoseok's expressions gradually shift to one of slight surprise, while Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung's slowly smirk at your response before diverting their attention to the second-oldest member's reaction to your reaction.

Yoongi coughs, attempting to dismiss it; the bitterness from last night is still present. "Goo- Yeah, whatever."

"Alright, if 007 likes it, then we'll go with it." Namjoon claps his hands.

Everyone accepts with a nod, and Taehyung's boxy smile forms on his face. "It's nice to meet finally meet you, Y/N."

You grin, revealing your teeth. "T-thank you, Tae-tae…"

"D-did I say name r-right?"

Hoseok chuckles as he tries to correct you. "It's actually—"

But Taehyung interjects, waving his hand. "Yeah, you can call me Tae-Tae."

You giggle slightly in response to his pleasant remark.

After a fifteen-minute drive, the eight of you arrived at Yonsei University. The chauffeur parks their black Mercedes-Benz Sprinter Luxury van, and shortly after you all exited, eliciting numerous attention from students and a few from the school's bypassing staff.

Your eyes surveyed the magnificent architecture, which was partially covered by what appeared to be green moss. Jimin and Jungkook walked on each side of you, both staring at the structure. "From now on, this is where you'll spend the majority of your time."

You twist your head to look at the tattooed-sleeved man on your left. "I-It looks n-ice."

Jimin hums, looking at you. "I think so too."

"Let's go inside." Namjoon announces.

To say that everyone in the front office was surprised is an understatement. Everyone halted in their tracks to gawk at the mafia gang as they strolled in with you, nearing the front desk where the assistant head administrator stands.

She gulps visibly as you all approach, Namjoon in front. "We want to register a student here. Where is your head administrator?"

"H-quite he's busy at the moment, you might have to wait for about half an hour before he could meet with you." She answers.

"Well, tell him to cancel his plans right now because we're on a tight schedule." Namjoon smiles that didn't reach his eyes.

She timidly nods, reaching for the black phone beside her and dialing the number. "Hello, sir; there are people here who want to enroll a student right now."

"Didn't I say I had work to do? Tell them I decline to meet them, and do your job to set up another time."

"Besides, it's mid-year; they're crazy to register them now."

The assistant anxiously flickers her eyes at Bangtan, which catches Hoseok's attention. "Sir, you don't understand…"

Hoseok's face twitches with amusement as he approaches Namjoon from behind. "Boss, he's most likely refusing."

The woman hears Hoseok and glances at them both with fright. "Ah- no, he'll—"

Namjoon blinks, his face expressionless yet menacing to everyone else. "I'll talk to him."

She hands the phone to Bangtan's leader immediately. He then presses the phone against his ear. "Morning, Pang Chunso-ssi—"

"Who am I speaking to? Are you the one who wants to enroll a student in the middle of the school year? Are you insane?"

Namjoon chuckles dryly. "This is Black Mamba speaking, I'm sure you've heard of me."

The phone went silent.

"Good, you have. Then you should know that I wasn't asking when I said I wanted to register a student here."

The man suddenly clears his throat. "I apologize! O-of course, I'll have my schedule c-cleared out r-right now."

"Excellent. And one more thing Pang Chunso-ssi..."

"Yes... Sir?"

"Am I crazy?" He grinned evilly.

"N-No, o-of course n-not, sir."

"Right, because I'm not that crazy to know about the secret second family you've been hiding from your wife and two kids for the past three years." He replies.

"H-how…"

"Ah, ah, no questions, we'll be at your office in two minutes, and if you're not ready by then, all of those pictures will be sent in two minutes, understood?"

"Y-yes."

"See you soon, Chunso-ssi." He hangs up the phone and returns it to the woman. "Lead us to his office."

They entered the chief administrator's office two minutes later, exactly as Namjoon had stated, with the documents in Jin's hands. As Bangtan comes in, the man straightens up.

He greets Namjoon and the others with a 90-degree bow. "Please take a seat."

"To begin, I'll need the application form, birth certificate, past school records, and emergency contact documents." He begins.

Jin passes over the packet with all of the necessary documentation. "There aren't any school records."

"Pardon?" He raises his eyes to Jin.

"She's never been to school before; this is her first time." Jin responds.

The head administrator's face contorts in befuddlement. "And it's for…" He then takes a look at the application form and the birth certificate. "…Kim Y/N."

"Y/N, me." You smile as you talk, pulling the man's attention to yourself.

He smiles professionally. "That's the new student, I see. I see- well, unfortunately, without any school records, we won't be able to—"

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear Pang Chunso-ssi... Should we find out how your wife and kids will react when they realize you—"

"Okay, okay!" He coughs, trying to keep his composure. "I'll get her registered, she'll start attending tomorrow."

"Today." Namjoon cuts in.

"I- Today..." Chunso glances at his assistant, calling her over. "Tell them to prepare her transcripts and class schedule."

The woman nods, taking the documents and hurriedly leaving the office. Chunso then claps his hands. "Well, you may wait outside, her papers will be ready in a few short minutes."

They all rise from their chairs, and the man bows ninety degrees again. You cock your head. "What are you doing?"

Everyone then looks at you. "I-I'm showing respect."

"Oh." You blankly look at him up and down then mirror his actions, bowing ninety degrees, making the old man's eyes widen. "Huh-?!"

Before you could say anything else, you're grabbed by the shoulder and led out of the office, leaving the headmaster stunned.

"Y/N, you don't have to do that." Jin tells you.

"Why?"

"You're with us, or at least closely associated with us now. And a thing about Bangtan, they don't bow down to anyone, so neither should you." Namjoon explains.

"So... no bow?"

"Yes."

Once your papers were printed, indicating that you were an official student at the school, the assistant informed you that you would be given a tour of the school by another student, which meant that the seven men who accompanied you were no longer required to be present.

So they're back at the entryway, near their parked luxury vehicle, wishing you goodbye.

"I feel like a mother dropping her child off at college." Jin says this while smiling at you. "But aside from that, behave well and have fun, okay?"

He carefully extends his hand and softly pets your head, making you grin slightly as you hum in response.

Jin steps back, allowing the others their turn. Everyone except Yoongi, who is already grimacing in the van as his members say their goodbyes.

Hoseok and Namjoon finished their turn next, followed by Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung.

"Ya, don't do anything I wouldn't, alright?" Jungkook says, causing Taehyung and Jimin to nudge him roughly. "What-? I didn't say anything bad."

"Yeah but she doesn't understand that. And besides, the things you wouldn't do is socialize and be nice to others." Taehyung rolls his eyes.

"That's exactly my point." Jungkook responds, which makes the elder less amused.

He then looks at you. "Hope you have fun my cutie. We'll be back before you know it."

The two youngest then climbed in the vehicle with the others, leaving Jimin alone. "Also if anyone bothers you, tell us okay?"

You nod. "O-okay."

He ruffles your hair lightly. "Bye Y/N. We'll arrange for Sun-woo to pick you up after school."

"Just look for a car like this one, understood?"

"Yes."

Finally, all seven members piled into the vehicle and drove away.

"Y/N-ssi." Someone beckons to you, prompting you to turn around.

"Hello." You greet. "My name, Y/N."

"I know, I called you that." He rolls his eyes. "Anyway, I'm Young-Jae, I'm assigned to show you around the school, so keep up."

"Keep up?" You furrow your brows at the phrase.

"Yeah, it means don't be slow." He scoffs. "What are you five?"

"No, my name, Y/N." You gesture to yourself.

He irritably clicks his tongue. "Yeah, you said that twice, now come on."

After about a half-hour tour of the school, Young-Jae had bite his tongue every few seconds in answer to your absurd questions. Seriously, how do you not know any of the stuff here, like a water fountain. Were you born under a rock, or are you just dumb?

Then a bright bulb went out in his head, yeah, it will undoubtedly be a memorable first day of school for you. He comes to a halt in the middle of his stroll, which causes you to come to a halt as well. "Hey, wanna see a cool spot that no one else knows about?"

"Cool…?" Your brow furrows with interest.

"Yeah, you'll enjoy this." He lies.

"O-okay." You blithely agree. Too easy, he thought.

He snatches your wrist and drags you over campus, your small legs struggling to keep up with his speed. He then comes to a halt in the middle of the corridor, in front of an old, worn-out door. "We've arrived."

You peer around behind him, your gaze scanning the door. "What is it?"

"Oh, there are so many great things you could play with." He responds in a phony happy tone that you miss.

If there was anything nice that came out of the facility, it was the unlimited quantity of toys you were given to keep you entertained in the ten-by-ten-foot box room.

"I-I can g-o in-sside?" You questioned.

"Sure you can!" He opens the door and then shoves you inside. "Have fun!"

Then he shuts the door and doesn't bother to switch on the lights for you. You stare about in the darkness until you hear a click that causes your head to jerk up. "H-hello?"

But all you're met with is silence.

And suddenly, the darkness merely brings back the unpleasant memories you're trying to erase. You start grabbing your chest and squeezing it repeatedly, striving to keep your whimpers silent. Your eyes are closed as you strive to remain quiet; otherwise, someone could discover you and scold you for being so… weak…

"Hello, 007." An artificial voice interrupted your thoughts, forcing you to startle and open your eyes.

Your wide eyes landed on a purple three-dimensional holographic lady, and your eyes began to glow violet again as you stared at the unknown woman in front of you.

"Do not be afraid 007, I am only here to assist you." The woman speaks robotically.

"My name is Genesis, and I am a three-dimensional artificial intelligence. Dr. Hyon Kwan created me. Also known as for you, Mister."

masterpost | two | four

[mimibwi]

Unpopular(?) BTS shipping opinions

These are some random points I wanted to talk about regarding shippers and my opinion on some specific ship moments:

1. The most likely possibility is that no ship is real in a romantic way.

We really should start swallowing that cause people might die… I genuinely don’t get how some of you would rather die before accepting the fact that your ship probably aren’t dating, they aren’t friends with benefits or exes or whatever narrative it is being pushed these days. If we’re looking at this seriously (and I am saying this as a shipper who likes to explore the possibility of my ship being romantic) those boys are most likely just friends, coworkers, family at the end of the day.

I mean obviously the possibilities for any ship being romantic still exists but I just don’t think shippers should be as confident as they are that their or any ship really between the boys is romantic or sexual. I can’t explain this well because I genuinely am not against shipping but I just think some people are incapable of doing anything casually— that’s problematic.

2. None of us know who is actually close and who isn't, especially not right now.

The little they share with us right now isn’t enough to prove anything. We have no clue who sees or calls each other and that's fine. Why are shippers so quick to push the X and Y are drifting apart thing? Nothing much seems to have changed between the ships themselves but the content we get and the member’s approach to social media has changed. I think this is how things have been for the most part on the social media front for a long time. Whilst the guys have been known for their use of social media in the past, they got the paper award for a reason lol, I think they have been gradually reducing their use for a while now so none of their behavior in chapter two is really striking to me. The only thing that really has changed is the lack of constant in flow of BTS OT7 or subunit content.

The lack of this type of content is what makes it seem like members aren’t close because shippers and other fans have no other content to distract themselves when the boys don’t post on social media, even though they are posting or not posting the same amount than before chapter 2 started. In other words, social media interactions have never been the sole indicator to determine the status of anyone’s relationship much less the boys. What shippers usually focused on in chapter one were clips from Bangtan bombs, ITS, BVs, Run, Memories, Summer/Winter packages etc. but with the lack of that now it seems like some ships aren’t close anymore when that probably isn’t the case. It’s obvious that they don’t spend as much time together anymore but that was the entire point of the hiatus and chapter 2: for them to branch out and do their own thing. However, that doesn’t take away much because if you have ever had long term friendships like the ones Bangtan have, you will know that those are the ones where you can go months without meeting up regularly and still be close as ever once you get back together.

I’m ranting but all this to say I don’t see what many of you do when it comes to “drifting apart” narratives cause there isn’t much to go off of.

3. 'Letter' is not about Jungkook.

Not gonna even speak too much on it. I'm sorry for my fault— not really😐

4. Matching clothes or accessories doesn't always mean something (to me).

Yes those moments are cute but it isn't that significant in my opinion, especially if it's matching for a stage or anything for work cause those outfits don't seem to be completely their choice sometimes.

5. None of the boys are intentionally malicious to each other.

They don't see, intentionally ignore and then do things that would directly result in hate towards the other members. Yes, I am talking about Taehyung. I will never get over the fact that some of you basically think Taehyung is admin of every Taekooker group chat out there. So many of you are CONVINCED that this man sees everything toxic Taekookers do and say. Even if Tae does browse ARMY spaces sometimes, who are you to tell me what he does and doesn’t see.

This isn’t really a shipper conversation but pjms and some ARMYs attitude to Yoongi regarding scheduling can also fall under here too. I won’t spend too much time on this because it falls under a subset of BTS related things I don’t like entertaining i.e. their work decisions. It really isn’t mine or any of our places to speak on in my opinion. These conversations are very manti-coded and they’re almost never productive so I’ll move along swiftly.

6. Not every shipper from a toxic shipper fandom is toxic.

This is probably the one and only time I’ll defend some shippers but you can’t group everyone like that. Even if most of the shipper fandom are a bit much, it isn’t any individual shipper’s fault their co-shippers are toxic. It’s sad bro. I feel more sorry for them to be honest like they’re living with psych ward escapees, it’s scary out here. Though this kinda contradicts with this point, I think that’s the reason why these huge toxic fandoms continue to get bigger. I can imagine it’s difficult not to get enveloped and start sharing those opinions when you’re surrounded by them all the time. I still maintain that not all of them are like that though and along those same lines majority non-toxic fandoms also have some rotten eggs. Anyway, non-toxic taekookers and jikookers I’m rooting for you. Fighting!!🥺

7. On the contrary of that last point, I think some non-toxic or seemingly unproblematic shippers reinforce or enable the behavior of the toxic ones.

It’s a very rare occurrence to see these seemingly non-toxic shippers calling out toxic behavior from the co-fandom. I kinda get why so I am not completely blaming yall because I can understand why you may not want to be at odds with the masses. However, I think it’s problematic because some of you start making excuses for their behavior even if you don’t share their opinions or exhibit that behavior yourself. This reinforces and spreads these narratives to more people who now feel justified to make the same comments or act the same way because of all the excuses.

8. Toxic shippers are the same thing in different fonts.

All of you claim your groups are better than each other but turn around and act the same exact way. You hate on members for the same reasons and push many of the same narratives. I really don’t care to say or call out whose worst because all of you are bad in my eyes. I definitely am not kekeke-ing with toxic, delusional shippers about other toxic, delusional shippers being toxic and delusional. Some of y’all are so quick to call out other shippers but it’s crickets when it’s your co-fandom exhibiting the same exact behavior.

9. Shippers are the reason some ships aren’t talked about more—

Take this with a grain of salt because these ships are talked about quite a lot despite all of this. I have seen shippers from very big, majority toxic shipper fandoms say “ARMYs aren’t talking about x ship but if it was y ship they would be celebrating” and I am really sorry to say this but your big, majority toxic shipper fandom is sometimes the reason why. It is really sad and I am not encouraging or defending any of this but it is evident that many people refrain from talking about some ships because they don’t want to be associated with the shippers or attract those shippers into their spaces.

It’s also frustrating because many times the distaste for certain shippers and even solos translates as hate towards that ship or that member and most times that isn’t the case. There are cases where shippers’ behavior actually produces disdain towards the member’s relationship and even the individual members. This point is one I don’t support in any regard because if you present yourself as a fan of these men, there is no reason why random people’s behavior on the internet should interfere with that. I’ve expressed this here before but fandom behavior should not reflect on the boys. Although I do wish we all acted in a way that will be a good reflection of them especially in online spaces, that isn’t always the case unfortunately:(.

10. Jimin didn't give Jungkook a hickey.

And even if you argue "sure friends bite each other on the neck scoffs", it's hard for me to take that moment seriously /especially/ if you are looking at it from a ‘jikook are dating’ perspective. It just doesn’t make sense to me that a closeted couple under their circumstances would even want to imply something like that or something that can even be interpreted like that, especially coming from Jimin. Also the way they talked about it didn’t come across as a couple secretly sharing their relationship. It just seemed like a fun, little joke/story but that’s just my perspective.

11. The message Tae wrote for Jimin on 'Let's BTS' was just what he said.

I find it hard to believe there was any secret message on the note considering the circumstances i.e. filming with a crew they most likely aren’t familiar with and the whole thing being on live TV. If Tae was serious about the note being “for Jimin’s eyes only” and not the other members, I doubt he’d want the crew to see. I think the blurring was only done for dramatic effect and it worked because I'm sure many were floored when Tae said he likes Jimin the most.

12. Car sharing as “proof” is ridiculous.

That’s it, that’s the opinion…

13. Some ships don’t make sense as a romantic pairing.

I think all the boys are close and every pair has had moments that make you do a double take but if I am seriously considering a ship to be romantic, many if not most of them just don’t seem likely to me. I know shipping is a lot about personal perspective and that we all won’t see the same things in the same way but some shippers act like some ships are so obvious and I don’t see it half the time. I swear sometimes I watch these shipping videos trying to force myself into thinking some of these ships are romantic but I simply can't. I feel like some of you are lying to me to be honest.

14. The taennie situation is strange.

Do I even want to go here… This isn’t me claiming that they’re fake or real because I really don’t know. I just want to say that the progression of this situation since the insta follow has been so weird in my eyes. If you told 2021 me that this is where we’d be almost two years later I think I would laugh in your face. The whole Gurumi situation— what even was that? Then the walk… I don’t stand with any cosplayer narratives about that video especially, maybe drop that one cause it’s not looking too good for you guys. I think I have the same outlook on Taennie as any other ship really and that’s just that it’s possible. I don’t think they’re fake but I also don’t think they’re real— I’m just here shrugs.

This was a whole pile of nothing lol. It’s just hard for me to form any decisive opinions with how strange the progression has been. If they are together, good for them and if they aren’t…good for them??

The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t like taennie shippers. Anyone who spread those alleged leaks just to prove something and supported someone who has posted and threatened to post the types of pictures that Gurumi did for half of their ship— JAIL. I think a lot of them hate other shippers and want to be proven right more than they like the two people in their ship but i’ll just leave it at this (that’s how a lot of shippers come across to me tbh). Sooo… I wrote this weeks before Jennie’s insta post lml I guess cosplayer narratives are completely out the window huh? I maintain what I said in this post. Taennie is still strange to me even after that post but girl do your thing I guess😐

15. JK isn't the possessive alpha male people want him to be.

How so many shippers look at that man and see that is beyond me. I know he has the whole strong, beefed up, tatted up fuckboy look going but something I have always found interesting is that Jungkook, as a person, isn’t that stereotype. He is a total sweetheart and must be protected at all costs. And I obviously don’t know what he’s like off-camera or what he’d be like in a romantic relationship but all shippers go off of BTS content and he doesn’t come across like that to me in there. Half the time you all talk about him being “jeonlous��� (the fact that there is a name for it is part of the problem) is just him staring while zoning out or being nosey which he’s so real for because same.

Editing this after ‘Seven’ and I don’t know if seven era proves or disproves my point but I maintain this opinion🙃

16. Pushing the jealousy narrative so much makes me question if you think these people are in a happy or toxic relationship.

Don't get me wrong, jealousy is a normal emotion (within limits) and I think it can even be a little cute sometimes but the amount these jealousy narratives are pushed is concerning to say the least. My thing is why do you think X is jealous because another member touched Y's shoulder so he moved closer to them to show his possessiveness(?). Like I can bet on that not being the case. Even if a ship is real and a couple does exists among the boys, they are not jealous every time their partners so much as touch another member. They’d be mad every second of the day if that was the case. I guess I can see how some of it can come across as jealousy based on how you look at it but frankly, most jealousy moments are stupid. I don’t know how people take some of them seriously.

17. Even if a ship is real, the lives of the members involved in that ship doesn’t revolve around whoever their partner is.

Well this applies to any relationship ever but you can be in a relationship and still be your own person. You should be able to have your own wants, friends, interests etc. outside of your relationship and I can argue that you’re encouraged to do so. Some of the ideas and theories shippers push are borderline toxic, unhealthy and unrealistic expectations of what relationships are or what they should be.

18. I find it weird to use 2013/14 moments as hardcore proof of a ship being real.

There are multiple reasons for this including: I find it creepy *shrugs*. Not only those including JK but especially those including him because he was underage at the time. In general though, I personally find it a bit weird to obsess over the love lives of people 19 years old and younger. Some may argue it’s weird to obsess over anyone’s love life in general and I can agree with that too cause I specified 19 but I cant really explain why 20 is different or acceptable so— Not saying you can’t see things or find it cute but some of these theories especially the sexual ones need to go. Another reason it’s strange to me is because realistically, there most likely isn’t anything there. Maybe a small crush at most but it doesn’t make sense that these boys were really focusing on relationships very seriously back then. Or maybe they were, I would never know. Even if a ship is currently real (that I won’t know either), it doesn’t mean they were into each other back then.

This just reminds me of those taennie shorts I always see on Youtube trying to say they were looking at each other in a blurry clip from an award show in 2017/2018, some of you are very unserious people. Like even if they are (allegedly) dating now— bro I am not gonna explain this cause it’s so obvious (not obvious that they’re dating now but obvious that they probably weren’t dating then. Well no but— sighs bro idk just don’t ask me if I am a taennie shipper ever again I beg). I get a good laugh out of those shorts though so thanks I guess.

I’m in the middle of writing this and just saw a video with 23K likes saying Taekook showed up with hickies the day after JK’s 18th birthday. WTF??? Some of you are so fucking disgusting. I don’t think some shippers even consider the implications of your words because you would shut the fuck up otherwise. Also the people who consume content from people who think like this are also fucked up in the brain. There’s no way y’all are normal seriously. I was having fun writing this but this shit got me heated and threw me off so bad. It’s crazy that that’s the exact same thing I was trying to talk about here. (I never want my posts to be overly explicit but I can’t hold back from being angry about this because really WTH??)

I’ve been thinking about this since I wrote it and wondering if people may see this as an exaggeration or over reaction of that Tkk video so I’ll make my point clear. I don’t think Taekook’s age difference at that point was necessarily wrong…I kinda side eye it (if I look at it from the perspective that they were dating or something back then) but it’s not the worse thing ever. HOWEVER, I think you, AS AN OUTSIDER, pointing out a “hickey” on a freshly 18 year old boy’s neck (there didn’t even seem to be any but that’s besides the point) is very gross, much less implying that his older bandmate was waiting for him to turn eighteen??? I hope other people can see how absolutely disgusting that is because 23 THOUSAND people didn’t.

19. Speaking of youtube shorts— shippers need to stop editing moments out of context or fusing different parts of videos to make their ship seem real.

There are so many times that I watch a short or reel of shippers making it seem like something then go back to the original content and the things didn’t even happen within the same 5 minute span. Why do y’all do that? It’s so annoying and obviously misinforming. This is why it’s very important for fans especially new ones to look at the original content and form their own opinions because some of you cannot be trusted.

20. Shippers need to let go of the eye contact narrative.

People are allowed to look at the people around them especially if they’re speaking or doing something. I might even find it kinda strange if you don’t look in some instances. It comes back to the jealousy thing again but some people also say it’s flirting which… each to their own I guess. This is one where I am torn again because I can sometimes see what you guys mean, there are even staring moments that I hype up sometimes but some moments just don’t give what shippers thinks it does.😕 The funniest ones when it comes to this are those ships with members from other groups. I don’t know how to tell yall that JK isn’t in a long term, loving relationship with Tzuyu or Lisa just cause he looked at them for 3 seconds one time in 2016. The way I’m talking about all sorts of ships here, I did say I am noseyㅠㅠ.

21. It’s okay to form your own opinions even if it differs from the general consensus.

I’m saying this because I am tired of shippers being called “insecure” because they question moments and the validity of their own ship as a romantic pairing. Emphasis on romantic here because I am not a supporter of people questioning if the boys are friends or not— let’s not go too far😑. Anyway, this is for you if you’re scared to be called insecure for your unpopular or out of the box thoughts about your ship— it’s okay. It’s okay and I would say natural, maybe even better to have doubts. None of us know anything for sure, so being completely secure and sure of any ship is delusional, boraward escapee behavior. It doesn’t mean you love them any less, it doesn’t mean the boys love each other any less even if the only thing that exists between them is friendship. It’s okay to not agree with everyone on what a particular moment means. It’s okay to doubt and it’s okay to be the outlier— so question things all you want. As long as you’re respectful and aren’t hating members or other ships or anything along those toxic shipper lines, everything is fine by me (not that you need my approval lol).

22. ALL OF YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF EACH OTHER’S BUSINESS!!!

This is very hypocritical of me cause I’m always in everyone’s business. Well not always but I did tell y’all I’m nosey. The problem with looking into other ship moments comes about when it starts making you mad. If you think it’s gonna upset you that other shippers are blind and they haven’t seen the light (your ship) then stop going into other shipper’s spaces. Stop provoking other shippers, stop engaging in ship wars cause all of you look dumb as hell. Stop trying to get other shipper’s opinion of your ship only to be mad when they don’t agree with you. What did you even expect? Stop putting ships against each other and start realizing that every ship is it’s own thing. I don’t get why there needs to be a scoreboard and we need to prove why certain moments mean something while others don’t. Just enjoy the moments from your favorite ship(s) when you get them and move tf on. Are y’all not tired??? Y’all are draining the fun out of this shipper business. I don’t get how y’all do this day after day, I get tired just reading one or two of these posts sometimes.

23. Shipping just isn’t that serious.

I’m writing this after the next point so sorry if my disinterest in this comes across. I’m just gonna keep it brief— Jikook, Taennie, Taekook, Yoonmin, Liskook etc. etc. are not losing sleep because some people on the internet think they aren’t dating and neither should you. You can relax! Some things just aren’t that serious. You can rest easily knowing that that Jikook won’t break up or Vmin won’t suddenly become mortal enemies because Amanda from South Wales thinks they don’t hang out and aren’t friends anymore. It’s okay! Breathe! In the same way, Yoonmin and Taekook aren’t dating just because you and your moots say they are. Let’s all just get a grip. Y’all are just on Elon’s broken ass app fighting day in and day out and for what…

24. No ship is worth shipping right now.

I’ve been adding to this post for over a month and my outlook on shipping has been evolving during that time. I’ve held back on posting this because I’m not sure if I want to include myself or share these opinions in any public shipper spaces. I just don’t know if I want to talk or hear what anyone has to say about these ships right now. Shipping has just been so boring recently and it’s understandable why— point 2 of this post is one of the most significant reasons plus others.

The conversations I see in shipper spaces have been more or less the same for the past few months: who’s wearing matching clothes/jewelry, who is and isn’t hanging out, who is and isn’t fanservice, debunking or supporting taennie to prove or disprove different ships, who supported who, who went live and talked about who and the list goes on and on… None of these conversations are stimulating or interesting to me in any way and personally I don’t see how anyone can enjoy these constant circular conversations about the same mundane topics. I don’t think there is anything from any ship worth discussing on this scale right now and I’m honestly just bored🫤. The lack of content from your ships is making a lot of you miserable and I can tell cause the conversations y’all are having are making me feel the same way. I log on and all I see are people thinking they got a hold of a life boat and bragging about it despite the life boat being deflated or in many cases non existent, when we’re all sinking with these ships.

Like I mentioned in point 1, the possibility of any ship still exists and I don’t think this period really proves that any one in particular is “real” or not BUT as shippers, it’s okay to admit that we have nothing to work with right now. There’s nothing worth obsessing over for more than 5 minutes and there’s nothing worth fighting for on the bird app the way y’all do. I think it’s okay to give it a rest for a bit. Get a hobby, read a book, touch some grass, go on a walk, fill out a job application—ANYTHING!! Anything else is worth doing than obsessing over these slowly sinking ships. I’m not against anyone talking about their ship or anything (you do you) but the continuous pulling sh!t out of thin air to fight about and talking about the same fucking ring for 5 days in a row is an interesting way to spend your time to say the least.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is it’s not the fact that anyone is still shipping but it’s the way it’s being done. It’s the fact that very minuscule interactions and occurrences are being given any significance. And I mean shipping has always been like this but it’s becoming increasingly annoying to me and whilst I was somewhat engaged before, i don’t feel any need to care that shippers are being shippers (dumb) right now. I’ve still been watching videos of my ship and all of BTS really (I miss them so bad) and I’ll definitely be one of the first ones up when my ship breathes but even then I don’t know…

Anyway, those were my opinions! I may have others but these are all that have come to mind thus far. I don’t think any of this is particularly new or really controversial to be honest. They have all most likely been said before by other people but I just wanted to give my take I guess. Whilst I gave opinions on general subsets of shipper moments (eye contact, jealousy etc..) my views are quite fluid and can change from moment to moment.

Please note that I am not claiming that my views are “correct” because I don’t know anything for sure either so I am not trying to change anyone’s mind here. This is mainly in regard to the specific ship moments I mentioned. I was wracking my brain about whether or not I want to give any of my opinions on specific ships here cause I really want to talk about shipping from a general stand point on this blog. I came to the conclusion that no one would die if I said one thing about jikook or vmin or taennie right…RIGHT???🫣

I didn’t write this in order so the change in tone in different parts compared to others is crazy to me. I went from being so enthusiastic about sharing some of these to not caring much at all lol. I have a few interesting posts about shipping and other BTS-related things I’ve been slooooowwwwwllllllly adding to but I am not sure when or if they’ll ever see the light of day at this point.

~🐝

[not-goldy]

I use to think there was no way Jikook would ever come out. Together or even as individuals. Now I think its looking more and more like they will after MS and the reunion. I am leaning toward Jimin for sure, which is funny, cause I always said Jimin probably wouldn't because he's so OT7 and worries about BTS and he knows it would most likely harm his dad's business and his dad just opened a new place, but I can't see Jimin's dad being super damn selfish and telling him to stay in the closet to protect his business. Maybe to protect him, but not his business. He sees what his son goes through daily. The lies, defamation, slander, accusations. Called a queerbaiter and predator. And not sure how true this is, but this buddy system thing apparently has JK solos trying to research who the guy is standing next to JK, just to get goods on JK in the military and of course Jikook gossip, they are so mad and desperate. Not sure if that is true, but if so, Oh the SK government gonna snatch these MF's bald if they really track down these soldiers families and start harassing them. They don't even realize how fucking horrible that makes JK look. Tkk joining in as well. None of them have respect for JK. it reflects so bad on JK to try and involve other soldiers in their vendetta's and unfortunately for JK there are clout chasing people out there who will give up his privacy. He is gonna be so fucking humiliated and embarrassed if this turns out to be true.

Jimin probably knows at this point he is never gonna be free to live his life with Jk or his members or anyone for that matter, without harassment, unless he speaks his truth, which he's been trying to do for years, without out right saying it. Even if it means leaving korea and going somewhere else. Maybe Japan or even America who knows. Same with JK. I too think he will. In fact, JK has probably already been talked off the ledge by Hybe and Jimin not to out them, when he gets in his fed up moods. You can tell both are increasingly getting more and more frustrated. They even resorted to being private & working in silence, but BAM, when they wanna come out swinging, they damn sure do. The swing and knock fucking heads off. So I think its looking more and more possible that they aren't gonna hide much longer or at the very least make that glass closet even more clearer and stop putting restrictions on themselves after MS. I feel it in my gut. These so called fans are pushing them to their breaking point and its been brewing. Their public, we don't give a fuck about your feelings, private trip to Japan and now enlisting together was just the start. Wait and see if Jikook don't free themselves from this fandom. or I could be wrong and nothing will change, but I kinda think there will be change of some sort.

Jungkook got bad rep for the longest time for being "an asshole" "shitty" "fuckboy" with zero social skills- which time and again he's proven that's not the case. Being introverted don't mean you hate humans.

It's nice he's making friends in there- as he should. That is IF that's his even friend. I expect Jimin has made friends in there also. However Jimin is a private person who isn't going to expose his friendships accidentally. He can be guarded. Also, he's a Libra, he has the gift of foresight to know people would try to use whoever he's close with to get to him in there- like they doing with JK.

It's a shame these people can't live normal lives, smile at someone, stand next to someone, be polite to without all manner of theories being written about them assuming all sort of things about them and the poor stranger.

Jimin is growing, maturing, setting his priorities straight and since 2020 we've seen him gradually choosing his relationship, prioritizing it and making conscious decisions with that in mind.

Personally, I'm happy there aren't at cross purposes anymore and seem to be moving in the same direction in life.

I won't make any predictions for now, just observing and appreciating their bond, it's beautiful to behold as it unfolds. There's not much chaos within their relationship not much turbulence.

I want to see it to the very end. That's why I keep following their journey.

I want to see how they navigate a 7 way dynamic when they come back together as a group with the growth that's taken place in each of them.

Fully coming out is off the table, but they could surprise me who knows. We in uncharted territories here.

If Jikook do come out they will shock the skin off my bones honestly. That said, I'm still rooting for them.

[sickiesope]

Can you please write a ff where Jimin gets hurt while they’re recording for Run BTS? He tries to hide it but he just can’t ignore the pain? The caretakers will be the other members.

Thanks 💛

Or can you write a ff where all the members are sick and then take care of each other? And Jimin ends up forgetting about his health and gets worse?

Thank you so much in advance 💛

Thank you for these amazing requests!! 💜 when writing this story I ended up leaning towards the second prompt, about all the members being sick and I tried my best getting in everyone taking care of each other. This was fun to do!!

Sick x7

Sickies: OT7

Caretakers: OT7 but mostly Jimin

TW: emeto

Summary: Jimin's going back and forth taking care of everyone else, forgetting about himself.

A stomach bug has been going around and the members have all gradually fallen ill. Jin and Yoongi were first to get it and were sick for two days. They're doing better now but still lay low. It spread and reached the rest of the members throughout the week. Hoseok and Namjoon caught it next from their hyungs, and then the maknae line. Right now the youngest three are in the worst of it, especially Jimin. But Jimin doesn't want to been seen as "weak". He can absolutely still care for his members, even if he's tired and already threw up twice today. He just wants them to feel better.

Taehyung woke up feeling sick and he's been stuck in his bed throwing up in the garbage bin. He didn't even get up for breakfast. He has no appetite anyway and his head is splitting.

"Welp, sounds like it's made it all around" Hoseok sighs. Hoseok has been throwing up both from the virus and from everything going on around him.

Jungkook is pale and holding onto his tummy, he realized he finally caught it too. His stomach churns and Jungkook threw up in the kitchen sink and when Hoseok saw it he got queasy and threw up too. Hoseok went all over the floor and him and JK are both vomiting in the kitchen. After that they just looked at each other, both in shock and sympathetic to another. It felt quite weird and kind of awkward.

"Oh hyung, I'm so sorry!" Jungkook chokes out.

"No Kookie, it's okay" Hoseok says feebly "I just have a weak stomach."

Jin and Jimin are shocked at the sight when they enter. Hoseok is bent over trying to catch his breath and Jungkook is crying.

"Oh gosh, what happened?!" Jimin escorted Hoseok back to his bedroom, as he's too squeamish to be around the mess.

Jin takes Jungkook's hand and puts him to bed. "Awh you poor things."

Jimin runs back to the kitchen, attempting to clean the floor. He also wants to make tea for everyone that wants.

"Jimin, you shouldn't be running around like that. You're sick too" Yoongi says. He squats down beside him, helping him clean. Jimin sighs, he knows the older is right. He just wants to be useful, he hates sitting around too much. Maybe cleaning up vomit isn't the most suitable thing right now, but he just wants to help. Namjoon joins in on cleaning the kitchen. It makes him feel queasy too and it smells so bad but he keeps at it.

They can still hear Taehyung and Jungkook retching from their rooms.

Jimin pours a glass of water for Taehyung and finds the hot pad for JK. Jimin walks briskly, holding each thing in both hands. He quickly gives Taehyung the water and JK the pad. Taehyung watches Jimin dashing around with weary eyes and sips the water slowly. He wants to get up and help Jimin but he feels too nauseas to move.

Jimin comes back to ask him "how are you feeling?"

"Tired.." Taehyung says hoarsely "hyung you don't look so great yourself."

"Don't worry about me" Jimin says nonchalantly "I'm gonna check on Kookie."

Jungkook is still too busy puking, the hot pad sitting on his bedside. The splashing sounds almost make Jimin want to vomit again. "Hyung.." JK gags and Jimin winces at the vomit ripping from his throat into the bin. Jimin backs up out again, he's getting sicker by the minute. In the hallway Taehyung and Jungkook are both heard puking and Jimin can't stand the noises echoing from their doors. A sudden retch from Hoseok's room randomly appears again. This is a nightmare.

Jimin runs away and finds the bathroom door is closed. "Dammit" he mutters. Namjoon can be heard heaving into the toilet. The rapper thought he was doing better but his stomach had a little more sour contents to get rid of. And cleaning up kitchen floor vomit sure didn't help. Jin is in there with him rubbing his back.

Jimin runs to the kitchen with his hand clamped over his mouth. He looks into the sink that Yoongi just cleaned from Jungkook. He takes a heavy shaky breath, then gags and spits out clear liquid and then heaves out a heavier wave with his lunch mixed in. Jimin pants and sighs deeply. His stomach hurts and he feels nauseous. But he still had to make tea. He's looking for the kettle with his blurry vision and doesn't hear Namjoon come up behind him, rubbing his back.

"You should be -- *cough* taking it easy, Jiminie" the leader says to him.

"B-but, I'm fine" Jimin sputters and spits out more water.

"You're barely standing upright" Namjoon points out. Jimin is leaning hard on the sink. He looks down and spits out more saliva that keeps building up in his mouth; another hint that he has more to bring up. Jimin retches and his stomach squeezes out the rest of his undigested lunch.

"Oh my god.." Jimin pants.

"You should lie down, I freed the couch for you." Namjoon offers.

"Thanks hyung, but I'll lie down later. I want to help Tae --" Jimin gags again and turns back to the sink. His stressed stomach lurches, tossing out everything. Jimin runs the water, trying to clean the mess he made. It doesn't do much but Jimin's so nauseous he can hardly think straight. Namjoon gently moves him to the couch and the leader cleans the sink himself. He doesn't like seeing Jimin so sick and stumbling everywhere. He's worried he might faint.

After he's done Namjoon gets a glass of water for Jimin. But when he gets back the couch is empty. "Oh my god, seriously?" Namjoon huffs. "Jimin? Jimin!" he's a bit irritated that Jimin just got up and ran off again when he's falling apart.

Jimin is back in Jungkook's room, he's feeling his forehead and asking him questions "How are you feeling? Does your tummy still hurt? Do you want water?"

Jungkook looks at Jimin's pale complexion "umm hyung, do you feel okay? You look pretty pale"

"I'm good, Kookie. Do you want some tea?"

"Um, I don't know if I can stomach that right now.. but you sure you're alright?

"Yes Kookie, I'm fine. Here, let me clean this" Jimin takes the garbage bin Jungkook was throwing up in. Right when Jimin leaves JK's room, Hoseok walks back out. Hoseok gets a short look at the vomit soiled bin Jimin's holding and his stomach turns again. "Oh my god" he gags into his hand and runs to the now free bathroom.

Yoongi follows behind the dancer. This whole thing feels unreal. Jimin feels bad for accidentally setting Hobi off again. Hopefully some tea can help. Jimin's going back and forth taking care of everyone else, forgetting about himself.

Jimin returns to the kitchen where he's greeted by Jin and Namjoon standing there looking at him. Their arms are crossed but their facial expressions soft.

"Come on, Jiminah, you're taking a rest right now." The oldest tells him. "Joon was right, you look terrible."

"Hyungg" Jimin whined "I still have to do this for Kookie" Jin takes it from him to clean without a second thought. Jimin is surprised but relieved that he doesn't have to clean up more vomit. His stomach is especially relieved.

"B-but I still have to m-make tea.."

"No, Jiminah. You have to rest up." Namjoon takes him to bed and tucks him in "I don't want to see you get up again. Just close your eyes and relax, let the hyungs help" he smiles warmly. He doesn't scold his tired sick doseang.

"You tucked me in so tight I can't move" Jimin lightly teases, yawning.

"Good." Namjoon chuckles, ruffling his hair.

[princesslachimolala]

The 8th Member of Bangtan💜

•••

Chapter 5 - The Argument 📱👀🗣

Synopsis: you (yn 🦊) are the 8th member of bangtan and get to work on your music and side projects for army with the boys with some bumps along the way

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader, brief! TWICE members x reader

Warnings: angst, arguments, conversations about self doubt and anxiety

A/n: continuation from chapter 4 (I recommend to read that first so it makes more sense) there’s more angst here I’m sorry! but bangtan is a family and families fight sometimes🫣 also reader is gender neutral so read the honorific’s as they apply to you

•••

When the boys got in the night after their post-dance practice dinner they made quite the rabble.

It was 11pm so you knew they must’ve gone somewhere afterwards… maybe they treated the staff to a drink.

Your suspicions were confirmed when there was slow knock at your door and a man entering it before you could say anything.

“Yn-ie!” Yoongi proclaimed.

The closer he came the better you could smell the alcohol off of him.

“Have a nice time?” you asked with a small voice.

“Ah it was amazing, the food was delicious, the drinks were… well…” he laughed off his sentence.

“That’s good Yoongi” was all you said, not looking up from playing your Nintendo switch.

“We missed you, you should’ve came” you looked up at him to find the sincerity behind is eyes and found some.

“Ah maybe next time” you gave a small smile.

“Just because today didn’t go that well sweetheart, doesn’t mean we can’t work at it more as a team okay?” he patted you on the knee in an attempt to be reassuring.

“Thanks oppa/hyung”

With your short replies, even his alcohol clouded brain took the cue to leave.

Then, as you were just resuming rearranging your animal crossing island, in came Hoseok.

“Yn-ie, we should chat before we call it a night” he stated, not really meeting your eyes.

“Yes Hobah?”

“I’m sorry for being so intense today, it’s just that-“ he paused thinking.

“Just that?” you pressed him.

“Hobi hyung! Did you tell yn noona/hyung what Hwa-young noona got us?” Jungkook popped his head into the room, startling the quiet.

“Hwa-young noona? Since when did you get so close in one night?” you couldn’t help but question.

“Hobi hyung knows her from Gwangju. Plus she’s nice, she bought us dinner and we drank with her and the other assistants”

So that’s why her and Hobi looked so comfortable together at dance practice, you thought.

Jungkook looked buzzed from the alcohol but didn’t seem to look guilty at all. How could he be comforting you earlier today and now be so close with a woman they, besides Hobi, all just met?

“And… she gave each of us one of these” he said presenting his wrist, now adorned with a skinny silver bracelet.

You looked down at Jungkook’s wrist then over to Hobi’s, adorned with a matching bracelet. You could feel the tears prick at your eyes, and the boys clearly noticed.

“Don’t worry, noona/hyung, she got you one as well… she just never got the chance to give you it because-“

“Because she told me not to come out with you all” you quietly seethed but loud enough that they both heard you.

“You said you weren’t feeling well yn” Hobi stated, confused.

“Yeah well, I lied�� your voice was gradually raising.

Jungkook looked taken aback, a mix of guilt and annoyance.

“Why?”

“Because-“ you choked, it was the last thing you wanted to do - come off as dramatic, cause rifts between the members and the staff, be rude to an elder.

“Noona/hyung?” Jungkook questioned meekly.

“I just overheard her saying some stuff about me to the other staff. They were laughing about me and my dancing. They said I was stressing you out and slowing the team down and then I realised they were right” you gave a sob.

“I don’t think Hwa-young noona would laugh at you yn-ie” Hobi crossed his arms.

“So you don’t believe me?”

“I know noona and she wouldn’t do that. She was my old dance teachers assistant and she’s very well respected and trusted. Otherwise BangPD-nim wouldn’t have hired her” he was defensive now.

“But you know me too, oppa/hyung… I wouldn’t lie or make a big deal out of nothing”

Now your stern, raised voices had attracted the ears of the others. You looked and saw them all gathered at your door, Jungkook now looking spooked standing behind Namjoon.

“She knows all about dance yn, I’m sure if she said anything it would be to help you out. Besides… once I found out it was her joining the team as an assistant, I was going to get her transferred to our choreo team”

“Gossiping to staff members about how I shouldn’t even be part of danceline isn’t helpful Hoseok! And if you do that she’ll never stop berating and belittling me!”

His jaw tightened at your shout and formal use of his name.

No one had a comforting word to say to try and diffuse the argument. Even Jin who usually always jumped to your rescue was standing with his mouth popped open, like he was trying to find a word but couldn’t.

“She made me question myself, should I even be an idol at all if I can’t do what I’m supposed to do without being laughed at….” you tried keeping your voice even and tears held in your eyes.

“Yn-ie…” Jimin came forward and reached for your arm but you pulled back, needing space.

“I can’t sleep here tonight. I’m going to see my friends”

•••

“And your members just let you walk out the dorm like that?” Dahyun asked with wide eyes.

You were sat in your friends dorm, piled with blankets on the sofa and surrounded by comfort snacks and drinks. The TWICE girls were always hospitable no matter when you arrived, expected or not.

You nodded in response to Dahyun’s question.

“You don’t think I’m overreacting?” you asked.

“I think I’d cry too if a staff laughed at my dancing” Tzuyu said, knees pulled to her chest.

Everyone else hummed in agreement.

“Reminds me of that time we had that rude staff member the company hired for the Cheer Up comeback” Nayeon shivered, prompting a collective shiver from the members.

“She was fired after the comeback was over but my god she made that time hellish” Jihyo commented popping pieces of popcorn into her mouth.

“Hobi said he was thinking about making her part of the choreo team, probably even to keep her on after the Dynamite comeback is over” you said with a pout.

“But then she’d be permanent!” Dahyun said with another shock.

“I know” your pout deepened.

“Ah yn-ie, don’t worry too much okay? Besides why not you just become a member of TWICE, I’m sure ONCE’s would love you” Sana suggested with a smile.

You laughed at that, as if you could just transfer from one hit kpop group to the other with no problem.

“Okay let’s settle down and watch the rest of this kdrama before bed and help yn take their mind of things”

So that’s what you did for the rest of night. Except that half of the girls didn’t last long before falling asleep, and the other half got so frustrated that when the protagonists of the kdrama refused their feelings for each other for the 7th time, they had to call it a night.

Dahyun and Sana gathered all the pillows and blankets on their dorms L-shaped sofa for you to sleep over in a make shift bed.

They said goodnight and you proceeded with your nightly scroll. But what you had forgot during your chat with the girls was that you’d turned your notifications off for the night. It was now 3am. Your stomach did a guilty flip once you saw your Home Screen:

2:46am: 50 unread messages

2:14am: Missed call from Minie moo💛

1:58am: 2 missed calls from SunshineHope☀️

1:32am: Missed call from Joonie🪴

1:11am: Missed call from TaeTae🎷

12:47am: Missed call from Yoongles🎶

12:28am: Missed call from Jinnie🎣

12:12am: Missed call from BunKook💪🏽

Bangtan💜:

🐥: let us know when you get there safe please🙏🏻

🐨: cmon dongsaengie don’t make us worry

🐰: what if they’re not okay hyungs?😪

🐱: don’t worry guys they’re probably just busy with their friends

Yoongles🎶:

🐱: okay so I’m going insane with you not replying…

🐱: cmon yn-ie just say the car didn’t upturn on your way over

🐱: what’s the address???

🐱: ugh fine I know you want to be left alone right now…

BunKook💪🏽:

🐰: NOONA/HYUNG!!!!!

🐰: please tell us you got there okay!!!!

🐰: I’m going to stay awake till you do!!!!

Minie Moo💛:

🐥: don’t hate us dongsaengie, we’re sorry you’ve been hurting all day and we didn’t notice

🐥: come home to the dorm🥺

🐥: kook fell asleep on the couch with his phone in his hand, we’re waiting for you🫶🏻

TaeTae🎷:

🐻: 😵‍💫

🐻: ^^ me because your not replying

🐻: 🥴< that’s Jimin’s face right now

🐻: 🤒< literally Jin hyung

🐻: 🙃< Joon hyung

🐻: 😪< Yoongi hyung

🐻: 😴< that’s Jungkook but only because he’s exhausted from being sad

🐻: Hobi hyung went into his room

Joonie🪴:

🐨: I know your mad at us dongsaengie, we just want to know you’re safe

🐨: I’m cycling to the dorm

🐨: okay so Jin hyungs banned me from cycling in the dark and also because I’ve drank alcohol but just know I would have

Jinnie🎣:

🐹: reply to your oppa/hyung, this is a command

🐹: okay fine that was harsh but your not replying to anyone baby petal I’m freaking out

🐹: Yoongi and Joon are pacing and it’s driving me nuts so if you could reply that would be super

🐹: if you reply now I’ll let you be the first member to hear my solo debut song

🐹: and I’ll buy all your meals for a month

🐹: these offers expire in 10 mins so reply to us baby petal

SunshineHope☀️:

🐿: yn-ie I don’t know what to say

🐿: I didn’t mean to get so annoyed

🐿: I can’t do this over text I have to phone you

🐿: okay… I’m leaving a voicemail please listen petal

2:01am: 1 new voicemail from SunshineHope☀️

Before replying to the other guys and putting them out of their misery, you decided to listen to Hobi’s voicemail:

“Yn-ie, I’m sorry for how I acted… for not believing you… members have to stick together, I know that. I don’t know what came over me? Seeing Hwa-young just made me nostalgic for being a dance student. I never believed she would act so unprofessionally towards one of my members like that. If anyone knows what it’s like to be criticised it should be me… remember when Jungkookie cried because i wanted to leave bangtan? I was so sure they would be fine without me, that my skills weren’t anything special… but I was wrong and I know how your feel about your abilities right now is wrong too. Bangtan needs our little baby petal. Please come home tomorrow, we have dance practise at 12pm but I’ll make sure it’s a closed session. Just the members dongsaengie, okay? And we can all talk and work it out then… goodnight yn-ie… I’m sorry”

You could feel your eyes welling up. With him being cold towards you all day, your really had missed your sunshine.

Bangtan💜:

🦊: I’m sorry guys! I turned my phone notifications off, I’m okay, I’m just going to sleep now, I got all of your messages and I’ll be at practise tomorrow at 12. Goodnight

🐹: ah baby petal!! Now we can sleep soundly

🐿: see you tomorrow yn-ie🙏🏻

•••

As promised, you arrived at hybe headquarters. Jungkook had posted in the group chat what dance studio it was they were in, and just as Hobi had said, it was devoid of any staff members. Just the 7 of them were waiting around - stretching, talking, drinking their coffee and scrolling on their phones.

There was a bit of awkward silence as you entered the door and placed you bag on the floor with a thud, grabbing their attention.

Then they all rushed to you at once.

“I’m sorry noona/hyung!”

“Please don’t leave us again dongsaengie!”

“We’re so glad you came!”

You had some tears in your eyes but couldn’t help but giggle at their confessions and crowding. Even some of the boys had wet eyes.

“It’s not funny noona/hyung” Jungkook sniffled, “I thought you weren’t gonna come back”

“Of course I was coming back kook, I just needed some space” you explained, trying to reassure your dongsaeng.

“But we don’t want space!” he replied, looking like an frustrated rabbit.

“We’re glad you came back, yn-ie, we’ll never let anyone come between the members again okay?”

“I’ll try to be polite to Hwa-young-ssi but if she starts laughing at me again…”

“Don’t worry yn-ie, your oppas/hyungs will handle it” Jin said assuredly.

“And me!” Jungkook said puffing his chest out, causing giggles in you and the other members.

“I’m being serious! No one hurts my noona/hyungs and gets away with it!”

“You’ll be polite to her too kook-ah… we all will… but we’re onto her, so if she starts anything again…” namjoon instructed.

“I’ll be the first one to call her out” Hobi said firmly pulling you into his embrace.

Rehearsals went smoother with Hobi taking it easy on the critiques and you all going in hard with the effort. You knew then it would be all just fine… it was nice to have your sunshine back and a privilege to have such protective members. You really were bangtan for life, you thought.

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A/n: I hope that was a satisfying resolution to yn and Hobi’s argument… we are Hobi lovers in this house after all☀️ however I feel like Hwa-young may pop up in future fics? so watch out for her again! Thank you for reading and liking!

[heybaetae]

kelli! it's so nice to see you back on the dash 🤍 i hope you've been doing better, and had a good day today overall!

since you asked for some chitty chats, this is moreso a thought i've been having since the excitement of seokjin coming back and the new ot7 pics coming out... i've grown out of the huge fandom aspect of things (i didn't even know festa included a live show or a new song released by jungkook 😭) — but knowing they are all okay, looking healthy and smiling... it really makes me feel like they were once my best friend where we knew everything about each other and did everything together — but then life got in the way? we lost contact for a while, priorities shifted, and now we are living different lives ... but there is still so much love, so much respect, so much awe.

it oddly hurts, moving on like this. i felt something similar years ago when i gave away a signed poster towards an auction at my university — it was for a great cause, the army i gave it to was endlessly grateful, and it made me so happy that i could pass along something that would mean the world to them infinitely more than me. it felt like i also gave away a huge part of myself but not in an empty-thinking way... but in a there-is-now-room-for-more-in-life...

i don't know what this message really entails haha! just thoughts about growing up, moving on, but still feeling like i have one foot in the past and looking back in a fear of... potential regret? and it's not like my world will shatter or anything, but these boys made me so, so happy at one point in my life. if anything, now that i type these thoughts out, i almost want to thank them for guiding me to that said feeling of happiness — and to believe that i can continue to find it in other aspects of life... oh 🥺

ah what a sweet sentiment, anon! thanks for sharing. i think if people were more open minded instead of judgemental and dictative of other fans' personal journeys with bts, we'd all be in a much healthier place as a fandom. it feels icky (read: cult-like) seeing people try to tell each other how their loyalty to bts matters more than anything and that nobody is allowed to gradually grow out of a fandom space for their own reasons or it makes you a bad person. i think that's why a lot of "ex-army" have such a bitter taste in their mouths and it's sometimes hard to call it unfounded depending on their situation or experience. i hope you're doing well and am glad you still feel warmth towards them despite your distance from them and the fandom. your feelings match mine towards my previous fandom, so i totally get the bittersweet emotions that come with being out of the loop and feeling lighter, but still kinda regretful it happened. i'm pretty sure they just want you to be happy no matter how long you were with them in the first place. :)

[dearweirdme]

there's a pattern with jungkook that i've noticed is that he doesn't like getting forced to do shit. and if he's not enjoying something that he used to anymore, he'll just stop doing it. and many times tkkrs were to blame imo.

when jk started doing his gcf films it used to be enjoyable to film + edit his footage and he generally did it as a hobby for fun. but after namjoon told him to make one with tae to get more views (as if he does them for numbers) and how the company made it an ot7 strategy to promote bts content, jungkook quit doing them altogether because they weren't as honest anymore.

then on instagram jk used it first as something fun, he was playing Q&A with army on his insta stories and replied to comments saying "stop holding jimin i'm jealous of you" and "jimin is mine" by saying "are you jealous? keep being jealous i'll keep holding on to jiminie. blublublublu 😝" and "he's mine!" respectively. tkkrs started mass spamming him with the same thing about taehyung until he replied with "he's mine." (there was a difference in tone) then he stopped doing Q&A altogether. and then he deleted his insta feed and tried to make it look more polished and professional and gradually stopped using the app at all. until tae came and made him do the joint insta live this year, after which jungkook deleted his insta once and for all.

then on weverse, jk keeps watching jimin content, singing jimin's songs, and tkkrs just had to spam him about tae multiple times in a row ("where's taehyung?", "when are you going to live with taehyung?", "taehyung said he wants to do a karaoke live with you", "did you listen to tae's album yet", "play winter bear"), and he stopped doing lives when they most needed him to.

now he's on TikTok, liking and commenting on videos he chooses to interact with, tkkrs are spam tagging him under taekook sex fan art and tae's dance challenge with NJ because he commented under jimin's, watch him stop using tiktok soon and inevitably delete the account completely and stick to an anonymous one.

so in short, jungkook's pattern is: doing things he enjoys -> shippers/company ruins it for him -> he makes his personal joy a business (eg: changing his creative @'s to more professional ones) -> inevitably gets sick of it and deletes account/quits hobby.

Hi anon!

I'm kinda sensing you are a Jkkr, since you make it seem like Jk only gets sick of things when it comes to comments about Tae.

I think what the main problem is, is that people are starting to make it a contest. And to Jk there is no contest between Jimin and Tae. Tae is his partner (imo) and Jimin is his friend. When fandom (shippers) start to pull for signs or hints, it is no longer enjoyable to Jk, because he does not want to share that much of himself. I know Jkkrs make the whole GCF’s as a reflection of Jk’s feelings.. but it’s not actually that deep imo. He shares his love for his members, but only superficially. Jk’s q&a was also just banter and superficial stuff. He likes banter, he likes being funny, he likes having fun with army. He does not like when people pry into his personal life. And that is what shippers (all shippers) do in his lives and now on his Tiktok.

Jkkrs are just as bad as Tkkrs in his comments. I would argue that a lot of non-shippers are just as bad in his comments as well.

[sopejinsunflower]

Series Masterlist

Status: ongoing

Summary: To live in an old manor in the middle of nowhere filled with historical, cultist, and most probably cursed relics for a year is part of the will your mysterious grandaunt bestowed onto you. It's all good until the seven men arrive, looking for a place to stay. Or so you've been told. But these men aren't actually guests; they've been in your attic for a lot longer than you think, waiting to be freed. The longer you spent time with them, the more you feel like you know them. And they seem to know you like the back of their hands, too. When you find yourself falling in love with not one, but all of them, you'll soon realize that the the truth can be painful to swallow and they will learn that freedom comes at a cost.

Warning: Slow burn, might have a lot of cliffhangers. Gradual 18+ content

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Genre: Phantoms AU! Soulmate AU! Mystery, supernatural, poly, gradual smut

Parts: 2022.001.001 | 2022.001.002 | 2022.001.003 | 2022.001.004 | 2022.001.005 | 2022.001.006 | 2022.001.007 | 2022.001.008 | 2022.001.009 | 2022.001.010 | 2022.001.011 | 2022.001.012 | 2022.001.013 | 2022.001.014 | 2023.001.015 | 2023.001.016 | 2023.001.017 | 2023.001.018 | 2023.001.019 | 2024.001.020 | 2024.001.021

a/n: This fanfic is based on an idea @effielumiere shared with me over a DM when I asked for a bit of writing mojo. Check out her stuff!

a/n2: FYI, the chapters are named via an artefact labelling system. The actual chapter name will be on the individual chapter itself. Some parts may involve heavy 18+ element so minors, please DNI.