#hansung x taehyung

[hwarangs-say-what]

wait, what is this universe hopping thing?

Spoilers if you aren’t far in Hwarang? 

It all began when I thought “what if Taehyung and Hansung know each other because they can travel to each other’s worlds/universes via portals and would switch places with one another every now and then” (pulling from the joke that Hansung is basically Taehyung personality-wise) and I thought “this would be fucking hilarious because it’s crack”. Let’s make actual actors and idol friends randomly pop up and Hansung get culture shocked more times than Jungkook gets shook. Let’s also make them get away with this by dressing up as one another by borrowing each other’s clothes and wearing wigs!

And that’s how the universe hopping headcannon came to be, and I’ve used it to create a few incorrect quotes that involve breaking the fourth wall. It was meant to be for pure messed up humor but then it turned to messed up sadness. My mind wandered a bit, and I just had jokingly think about what if Taehyung died when they switched places. But things connected and I literally whispered “what have I done” in response to the mess of a headcannon I’ve created. 

Now here is where the actual headcannon starts. I’ve added more details into the original post. 

Hansung and Taehyung quickly became very close friends through their ability to travel to each other’s worlds. Both quickly learn about each other’s lives, quirks, and they either spend time together in either one of the other’s world or pretend to be one another; they could fool anyone. Hansung is aware that Taehyung is an actor that is suppose to play him, and Taehyung learns that the Hwarang plot actually happened in history (though not recorded and only known to everyone else as a mere historical fiction drama written by an oblivious writer). Because of this, Hansung helps Taehyung interpret his “character” and uses their visits to Silla as a way to improve his acting. That also means Hansung knows about his inevitable death in episode 18, and the two would no longer be able to see each other again once that shoot is done, because that was when he finally bites the dust. 

He, surprisingly and calmly, accepts his death, despite Taehyung’s worries; Hansung requested that for his last two days the two would spend one day together and Hansung would spend his last day alone in the 21st century in his disguise before changing back into his clothes and doing the deed. The dreaded day finally came, and Hansung strolled around Seoul and said goodbye to the BTS members. He quickly went back to his world and changed into his clothes so he could finally die as fate wanted him to. 

But he didn’t. 

Just a few meters away he saw Taehyung dressed exactly like him holding the sword. Like the drama, the poison that was on the said sword quickly killed him so that Hansung wouldn’t have to die like that. No one noticed as the actual Hansung was silently sobbing and crying out his friend’s name as he watched Sunwoo carry him into the lecture building(?). Like a true actor, Taehyung said the same lines he did in the drama. Hansung didn’t deserve this at all, and he didn’t know where to go now that everyone thought he was dead. So he went back to the 21st century, because he knew that the world needed Taehyung more than him. And if Taehyung played his part, Hansung should too. 

He took off his Hwarang uniform and tucked away with the other costumes and cut his own long hair to match Taehyung’s. He struggled to make himself look exactly like the other so that no one would know that the actual Taehyung died long ago- he quickly learned the dance choreographies, vocalization, and other quirks his friend had. The only thing BTS and ARMYs notice was the fact that “V” is quieter and a bit more tame compared to his past self. 

When “Wings” was in production, he wrote Stigma as his solo song; and it was actually about his feelings about the day Taehyung died. When BTS won their first daesangs, something Hansung heard Taehyung talk about wanting many times, he wished it was his friend that was on the stage instead. When Namjoon asked for an idea for the next concept, Hansung suggested something he remembered Sunwoo tell him before his supposed end. “I’ll walk with you” turned into “you never walk alone” and BTS thought it was a coincidence that episode 18 of Hwarang had a similar message. The question now is whether Hansung found closure in Taehyung’s death- that’s up to your interpretation. 

Now excuse me while I go cry at this terrible mess I made. 

[krreader]

save me | chapter 4.

pairing: suk hansung x reader ; kim taehyung x reader (platonic) fandom: hwarang ; bts warnings: non idol!au ; alternate reality!au ; mentions of death ; language genre: angst ; fluff ; possible smut previous: please check out my kim taehyung masterlist for previous parts (thanks tumblr :’))

summary: taehyung has been your best friend for so long, almost as long as he has been sick. but now it was getting worse and for some reason, the only person that has any idea as to why that is, is a lunatic that tells you it’s because taehyung is connected to someone from another universe. and then you suddenly find yourself on a quest in an alternate reality, trying to prevent the death of a boy named hansung, so that your best friend could live. however, developing feelings for the hwarang member hadn’t exactly been the plan..

a/n: IT’S BACK PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you like the part ♥ (masterlist is in my description box)

“What?” you had asked, tilting your head back so that you could look into his tired eyes.

“You shouldn't be here with me like this.. you should be in the arms of someone that can give you more than me.”

With a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself up on your elbow and let your fingertips run over Taehyung's pale cheek, “You're the only one that I need.”

“In another world, (Y/N).. but not in this one,” he had said with a sad smile.

Who would have thought that his words were foreshadowing so much..

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was his face, but not really his face. His hair was longer, his skin tanner, his lips and cheeks rosy.

Hansung. 

It was Hansung, who had his arm wrapped tightly around you, his body pressed so close against yours that you had trouble breathing, but not wanting him to losen his grip either. It was Hansung, who was mere centimeters away from your own face and whose warm breath you could feel on your face.

You hesitated at first, not wanting to do anything to wake him up, too afraid that reality would hit him and that he'd run away from you like he should do, but eventually, after staring at him for good five minutes, you couldn’t help yourself anymore and you raised your hand to touch his cheek just like you had touched Taehyung's cheek once.. like he was about to slip away from you.

“I need him. I.. I need you,” you whispered, your fingertips running down to his lips, letting them brush over them as gently as you could. And the second you did, his eyelids fluttered open.

You immediately held your breath, blinking over and over again, scared that he'd scream, run, punch you in the face.

That's what he should have done. After all, you were.. kind of weird, you had to admit that. Not only did you treat him like you knew him and he on the other hand had no idea who you were, but you snuck into his bed last night and apparently spent the entire night there, without you even remembering doing so, that’s how drunk you had been.

And for some weird reason that you couldn’t explain to yourself, he hadn’t thrown you out.

“Who are you?” his voice came out as a whisper, nobody except for you who was right in front of him, could hear it. 

He shouldn’t be liking this so much when he barely knew anything about you. He shouldn’t leave his arm around you like that and he should definitely slide back and put some distance between you.

He should not look down to your lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss them. He should not get lost in your eyes and wonder what secrets they truly held.

“Would you believe me if I said I'm here to help you?” you wanted to pull your hand back, but Hansung was quicker and wrapped his hand around your wrist, keeping it close to his face.

He wasn’t afraid of you. He was mostly just confused. Your sudden arrival here, the way you behaved around him and more importantly, the way he felt about you. That’s what confused him the most. 

Why did his heart beat so fast when lying next to a person he didn’t know? Was he going crazy?

“You act like you know me and I feel like I know you too, yet I'm sure that you and I have never met..”

It was so complicated and yet so easy.

Telling him the truth, warning him and making sure that he would stay out of trouble.. but would that really be enough?

You felt like it wouldn't be. You felt like whatever you'd say or do to warn him, you'd have to protect him yourself, just like you always had to protect Taehyung as well.

And that’s why the lunatic sent you here after all, right? To protect Hansung, not just to warn him, otherwise this would have been way too easy.

However, before you could say anything, the truth or not, the door got slid open and in came..-

“No, no, no, no, what are you doing?!” Ahro hiked up her skirts and pretty much ran through the room, past the first men waking up that Hansung was sharing the room with, trying to get you to stand up as quickly as possible, “If someone see's you like this, they'll kill you! And you too!” she scolded Hansung.

His eyes widened in fear. 

Yet it wasn’t fear for his safety.

“It's your fault! You got me drunk last night,” you hissed, straightening out the Hanbok you were wearing.

“YOU ran away!” she hissed back, turning around to the other men and bowing deeply, “Forgive us for coming in here. Please don’t tell nyone.”

And then she grabbed your hand and pulled you out, Hansung staring after you a little bashfully, especially when the rest of the guys started whistling.. as if something had happened.

“I can't hold my liquor, Ahro. I don't even remember going to him last night!” you tried to explain.

“Well, maybe you should have told me that before I took you out to drink, don't you think?!”

And just as you were going around a corner, both you and her ran into a face that she had told you not to look at.

Ever.

“My queen,” Ahro was used to this. She knew the procedure. What to say and do around her. She bowed as deeply as she could, then said: “Forgive us, we didn't see you.”

You? You didn't do any of that, you just narrowed your eyes at her and looked her up and down like you were scrutinizing her. 

Which, by the way, is a terrible idea if you don’t want to be killed.

But then again, there weren’t really and kings and queens that you could casually run into back home.. except for Jay Park. And that only happened once and you had been too busy gawking at him to really talk to him.

“You must be the new physician,” the queen smiled, but it was ice cold. You could tell that she was already hating you, probably already plotting your death, “I've heard a lot of things about you.. your reputation proceeds you.”

“My reputation?”

“Rude,” she said, but still with a smile on her face like she hadn’t just insulted you.

“Oh, I get that a lot,” you laughed, not even in the slightest intimidated by her, but that was a grave mistake you would soon come to realize, “I'm just not used to.. kings and queens.”

“You don't have any where you're from?”

“Oh, no, we have.. democracy.”

Funny how she and her advisers all gasped like democracy was a curse word. That said a lot about this time period.

“How.. ugly.”

“My queen, please forgive us, we didn't mean to disturb you,” Ahro interrupted before this could escalate.

She only waited for the queen to nod and give her consent for you two to leave, before Ahro grabbed your wrist and pulled you away again.

“I want you to keep an eye on her,” the queen said to one of her advisers, her eyes still lingering on your back, “And if she tries anything.. kill her.”

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” Hansung had a hard time keeping eye contact with the remaining Hwarang members, all of them smirking at him like he had done something forbidden last night.. like it had done something naughty.

“So.. how is she in bed?” Sooho asked without shame, Banryu immediately hitting his arm, “What? It's what we all want to know, don't pretend like it isn't!”

“Nothing happened,” he quickly defended himself, shaking his head, “I don't know, she must have thought my bed was hers and.. well she fell asleep right afterwards!”

A unified choir of 'Aw's' echoed through the room, as if all of them had been hoping for some juicy details.

It was clear that these men were deprived in this camp. 

“Don't you think her behavior is odd?” Jidwi said, rubbing his hand over his jaw, “It's like she's obsessed with Hansung, when it’s usually Banryu or Sooho the girls are interested in.”

They were two of the ‘gang leaders’, the popular kids, while Hansung was just someone that ran with them. It was usually him chasing girls not girls chasing him..

“Someone is obsessed with my brother?” Danse suddenly stood behind the group of men, looking at his younger brother with a surprised, yet judgmental as always, look.

“Oh, hyung! Well.. it's not..-”

“Someone has a crush on our little Hansungie,” Sooho pinched his cheek happily and then looked at Danse, “Don't worry. We'll make sure she's treating him well.”

“And who is it?” Hansung’s brother asked, still not quite knowing who it was that had an apparent crush on the younger Suk. Sunwoo's eyes were the first to travel to his sister walking out of the physician’s hut, you trotting behind her, clearly annoyed by whatever she was currently telling you, but Ahro didn't care, “Your sister?!”

“What..- are you crazy?! No! The other one! (Y/N)!” Sunwoo took full offense at that, everyone could tell.

His sister wasn’t on the market, not for any of these lot.

It seemed like not every Hwarang member had seen you around yet so when all attention was on you and Ahro, the first boys could be heard whistling, grinning, some even complimenting you, while you and Ahro thankfully didn't hear any of it, both of you too far away.

And Hansung hated every second of it, for some reason.

He hated that they were looking at you like this. He wanted to go over there and pull you away where they couldn’t see you or tell them to shut their mouths.

Maybe it was his ‘connection’ to you, or maybe it was just the fact that someone had finally chosen him and he wanted to protect that.

If only he was more of a men like the older Hwarang members.. if only he was more like his brother..

“If you foolish boys are done chasing skirts that you'll never reach, how about we get back to your studies?!” Wihwa appeared like a ghost, all boys immediately jumping up and bowing, before returning to their seats.

And Hansung has never been more thankful for a lesson in his life.

“Stay. Here,” Ahro pushed you down onto a chair, “And don't go anywhere. Please.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, “You don't have to be so dramatic, you know?”

“I don't have to be so..-” if you weren't careful, she'd smack you right across the face at some point, “Just.. don't move, alright? I'll be back in a couple of minutes.”

As far as you knew, she had to get some ingredients from the market, but didn't want to take you with her anymore. Seems like last night had shown her that she'd rather not take you anywhere where there was alcohol for a while.

And what she did was actually really smart.

She left you in the library of Hwarang.

And you had a mission.

“He is going to die from poisoning,” you muttered under your breath, repeating the words the lunatic had said to you before you came here, slowly getting up and walking over to the books, “Fuck, this is going to take me ages to translate.”

But maybe that was the point. Ahro could keep you in one spot for once.

And her plan worked perfectly.

She was gone for at least two hours, yet when she came back, you were right where she had left you, books lying on the table in front of you and you desperately trying to understand what they saying.

“So you do listen,” she smiled to herself, “Good to know.”

“Do you know of any poison that can cause blood loss?”

“Blood loss?” she narrowed her eyes at you before sitting down on a chair in front of you, “Not really. Not when the poison consumed at least. It would most likely cause rashes and vomiting before slowly killing you from the inside, but blood loss..-”

“That's what it says in these books as well,” you pointed at everything in front of you, “So that makes me think.. the only way poison and a lot of blood loss could be combined would be something like a.. cut. Or a stab wound, maybe.”

“So.. you think somebody will attack Hansung?”

“I think there's a lot more going on in Hwarang than we think, Ahro. That.. queen of yours,” you lowered your voice at the end, afraid someone might hear you, “I don't know what her game is, but she's got something up her sleeve. Some of the Hwarang members, even they seem like they have their own agenda of why they're here. Banryu, Jidwi..- even Hansung’s own brother would have a reason to kill him.”

“First of all, everyone here loves Hansung. Second of all, you’re talking about his brother. And while they do have some feud going on between them, assuming he might kill his little brother is a little far-fetched, don’t you think?”

“Maybe..-” you leaned back in your chair and crossing your arms in front of your chest, “But it’s hard to figure this out if something as small as a cut can be the cause of his death. It could be literally anyone. So I need to start somewhere. Might as well start with the brother. He’s the one that has the most reason to kill him in my opinion.”

“Whatever you do, you must be careful, (Y/N),” Ahro begged, “I can’t pull you out of trouble like today every time. You can’t act like you might have acted in your home. This isn’t the same place.”

You gulped down hard, nodding a bit before finally looking up at her, “I’m trying.. really, it’s just.. it’s driving me crazy, you know? To see him..”

“I know,” yeah, she could tell. That’s why she was always going easy on you, “Just.. be careful.”

“I will.”

You honestly felt like you were in one of those spy movies, peaking around the corner and watching Dansae train, the moon already shining brightly in the night sky.

Only problem was that you were terrible at it and that he was not behaving suspiciously at all. You didn’t get any information on him that could prove to be helpful and you've been standing here for more than an hour now. All he's done is train, train and train.

“Jesus, that guy has no life, does he?” you whispered to yourself.

“Who doesn't?”

Terrible spy.

You hadn't even heard someone walk up to you and most certainly hadn't expected it to be Hansung, who was smiling sweetly at you.

“You scared me,” you laughed, trying to downplay just how much he had scared so it didn’t look too pathetic.

“Oh, I'm.. so sorry, I didn't mean to,” he bowed, clearly ashamed of himself, but you quickly pulled him back up, not wanting him to go all formal on you.

“No, don't. It's.. alright.”

It was only then that Hansung realized you had been watching his brother.

“What.. are you doing?” he sounded worried. Not because he thought you might plot something against him, but because he was worried that you might.. like him.

“Uh,” your brain began coming up with various lies, but in the end you settled for the most plausible one. You were a ‘physician’, after all: “Ahro told me your brother was experiencing muscle pain, so she sent me to look out for him. In case he needs some help during his training.”

“That is so nice of you,” oh god, he shouldn't beam so happily at you when you had just lied straight into his face. When the reality was that you had your suspicions about the brother. That you were afraid he might kill Hansung, “Thank you so much for doing this!”

“It's.. fine,” you chuckled nervously and looked down to the ground because of what you were about to say next, “So uh.. about.. last night. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that, I was really drunk and didn't really know what I was doing.. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Was he.. blushing?

“I was just surprised.. I've never had a pretty girl come to my bed. Well, I mean.. I have, but you know.. I mean I haven't like that, but..-” he was stumbling over his words, trying to tell you that he wasn't a loser, but at the same time, kinda was, and that was the most endearing thing ever.

You really liked the kid.. a lot.

“Pretty, hm?” you decided to focus on that part, the corners of your mouth rising, “Thank you.”

“Everyone thinks you’re pretty. Well, they think Ahro is pretty too, but everyone is afraid of Sunwoo, so they don’t say that.”

Yeah.. you got the feeling that he was quite protective of her.

“Well, I don’t really care about the others, you know?”

You know that expression that people make when they just heard that somebody likes them? That little exhale, followed by the most beautiful smile ever? In his case, it was the same boxy smile that reminded you of your best friend..

And even though you would have liked to continue this conversation for a little while longer, especially because you felt like he was finally warming up to you, a presence to your right made you shift your focus.

And there she was, the fucking queen herself, staring at you and Hansung like she was about to murder you right on the spot.

He was way too focused on you, studying your every feature, to notice her.

So you were the one that turned to smile at him again and end this conversation before she really could kill either of you, “I think I should go to bed.. maybe.. tell your brother to do the same. And get a good night's rest on your own.”

“I will,” he giggled, “Thank you again.”

He bowed once more, before walking to his brother.

And you, towards the queen.

“Your majesty.”

“Who are you?” right to business then, eh?

“Don't worry. I won't be here for long. I just want to help Hwarang,” you lied, playing the role that Ahro thought you should play.

“I’ve been playing this game for too long for you to fool me, my dear,” she smiled, but at the same time, she looked like she would slice a dagger through your neck at any second. And for the first time since you came here, she scared you. A chill ran down your spine at the way she was looking at you, with so much indifference that you could already feel the killing blow, “I don’t know why you’re really here yet, but trust me when I say I will find out. And once I do and once my suspicions about you being an enemy will turn out to be true, I will have you killed you and everyone you care about,” her eyes wandered to Hansung, both of you looking at how the boy was trying to be playful with his brother, but Danse only pushed him out of the way to go to bed, leaving a disappointed Hansung behind.

It was the way she said it.. with no remorse.. like she wouldn’t care about killing an innocent soul.

“You won’t have a reason for that,” you said, your voice a lot weaker and a lot less confident than earlier today.

“We’ll see about that.”

You only allowed yourself to breathe again when she was far enough away.

You needed to be more careful from now on, or it wouldn’t just be Hansung dying here.

[mytinywall]

[dearlyjinie]

we are even

summary : Y/n is the physician at the Hwarang house, one day when she got some mud on her clothes she went to clean it at the physician room, but Han sung came in the wrong moment. 

pairing: Suk Han sung x reader

a/n: I had this idea watching hwarang today, it so good. Special note HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM TAEHYUNG! feedback always welcome.

A loud sigh was heard from the physician room, it was no other Suk Han sung. “what’s the  matter Han Sung? You have been siting here and sighing non stop for an hour”. 

“it’s just” he sighed once again and stared outside as if he was in some type of deep thought. 

He turned towards you once again “ hey I have something to show you“ he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the room before you were able to say something.

He dragged you outside and pointed at Soo ho and Ban Ryu who were bickering over something stupid. “What Han sung? what did you want to show me?” you raised your voice  slightly  because of Soo ho and Ban Ryu where shouting so loudly. 

“I wanted to tell you something very Important, but I didn’t know how to do it so I came outside but it looks like I can’t do that here either”. Han sung confessed. 

To be honest you really liked Han sung, he was really sweet and incredibly handsome. And you really wanted to hear what he had to say, but you weren’t able to hear anything do to the fact that Soo ho and Ban Ryu were screaming their lungs out and your unconditional heart beating. Which usually happens when you stand in a close proximity with Han sung like right now.

You looked up at the tall figure who was standing mere winches from you, his face was so close to yours you were afraid that you might have bad breath. 

Both of you stared at one another as Han sung confessed  something to you, something which you weren’t able to make out. Your focus on Han Sung left when you heard a loud scream come from behind you. 

You turned around to see what was going on when you received a big ball of mud on your chest. You looked down and back at  Soo Ho who was trying to hide behind Sun Woo, but ended up getting shoved in front you instead. 

You glared at Soo Ho for ruining your clothes, but started to laugh when he ended up dirtying his own and promised  you that he would do your laundery. 

You closed the door behind you making sure that no one was there, and quickly took off your clothes. 

“Hey Y/n-” Han Sung barged in the room, his eyes going wide as the moon when he saw your breasts. He looked at you and then looked down  at your chest. Your gaze following his, when it lowered to your breasts  and you quickly covered them. 

“Get out you” you screamed on top of lungs and Han Sung ran out of the room.

‘‘ goodness’ you sighed out as you calmed your heart. 

Han Sung ran as fast his legs would take him, he ended up In Soo Ho’s dorm. He dropped himself on Sun Woo’s bed, “goodness”. 

“what happened to you?” Ji Dwi asked. Han Sung breathlessly spoke “bosoms” 

 You tried to avoid Han Sung at any cost, but that wasn’t something really easy since Han Sung was everywhere you went. So you gave up and moved on, trying to forget the incident, but Han Sung didn’t let that happen. 

Since every time you entered a room he was in he would say something like ‘it was the chest’. 

And honestly it was both the most annoying  thing ever and funniest, since nobody else understood it but the two of you. 

You were in the middle of doing laundry with A Ro when Han Sung came and pulled you away “hey what are doing” you shouted. 

Han Sung looked at you and started to strip. Your eyes going wide as saucers when you realized what he was doing “ oi stop it! What are you doing?” you asked. 

Han Sung looked at you and then at his shirtless body ‘here now we are even. I saw you and now you saw me” he said innocently. 

You blushed, trying not to look at the cute shirtless boy in front of you. 

“ and Y/n” he grabbed your face and kissed you on the lips “ I was trying to ask you out the other day, but I wasn’t able to so will you go on a date with me?” . 

“of course I will” he smiled at your words and leaned down to press your lips against his once again, but  both of you were interrupted by A Ro and Yeo Wool who were giggling at both of you.

[luxekook]

𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝘬𝘵𝘩

⇥ pairing: quadruplet!taehyung x reader

⇥ genre: crack, smut

⇥ summary: in which the reader lives next door to taehyung… and his three brothers. she doesn’t realize they’re quadruplets until it’s just a little too late.

⇥ word count: 7.5k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing/dirty talk, alcohol, general chaotic energy [as usual], one hard dom!taehyung and three soft dom!taehyungs, sub!reader, pet name: kitten, smut (breast worship, oral [f receiving], bondage, spanking, slight degrading name-calling during sex, mention of daddy kink, ownership kink, four taehyungs lovin’ on the **READER** [***NOT EACH OTHER***])

⇥ beta’d by: the lovely phia (@meowxyoong​) and the cutie ally (@ally-127), and read over by the iconic heath (@shadowsremedy)

The Kim Quadruplets:

Mic Drop!Tae as “V” Boy With Luv!Tae as “Vante” Pied Piper!Tae as “Hansung” ON!Tae as “Taehyung”

Of all the days to forget your umbrella, your brain just had to choose today. You cursed your faulty memory as you shuffled your drenched sneakers across the ‘Welcome’ mat of your apartment building. As someone who prided themselves on being prepared and dependable, you were thoroughly angry at yourself for dropping the ball. Lightning flashed through the windows of the lobby, but you barely flinched - already used to the noise after a lengthy walk home from work.

You worked part-time at a small indie coffee shop called ‘Grind On Me’, which was located halfway across town. The shop was owned by an eccentric middle-aged woman named Reese who still had not gotten over the tragic loss of Vine. The menu was full of references to the fallen application: “Oovoo Java”, “Coulda Dropped My Croissant”, “Avocado Toast, Thanks!”, and “Back At It Again With The Refill”.

The best part of your job was definitely fucking around with your co-workers Jess and Cal. Reese often scheduled the three of you together because your “combined chaotic energy” was “on-brand”. Basically, the three of you would spend your shifts roasting coffee and roasting each other, while Reese looked on like a proud mom. You loved it.

The rest of your time was filled with school. You were up to your neck in your studies; but, with just one semester left until graduation, you were more determined than ever to stick it out. As a literature major, you spent many hours hunched over your trusty MacBook, fingers flying across the keys. Creating new worlds and constructing well-rounded characters was intoxicating. Every new document was a chance to bring ideas to life, an opportunity to make someone laugh or cry, a possibility to both mend and break hearts.

But, your absolute guiltiest pleasure was writing romance - and not the lovey-dovey kind. No, you wrote the racy kind of romance: the heart-pounding smut, the kinky (well-written and well-researched) BDSM, the raunchiest threesomes. You always wondered what your professors would think if you submitted one of your erotic novels to be graded; but, for now, you settled for posting to your loyal audience on Tumblr and for fantasizing about someday fulfilling the filthy scenes you wrote about.

Your most recent fantasy was inspired by the rainfall. Kissing in the midst of a storm like people did in those cliché movies… fucking as the rain poured over you… hands sliding down your slippery skin…

“Woah.” Hands grabbed your hips, halting you from continuing to walk forward absentmindedly. You jumped, your mind jarred from your fantasy and back to reality.

“I am so sorry,” You breathed out, “My mind was somewhere else.”

“I’ll say,” The deepest and most divine voice you had ever heard sounded from the figure in front of you. You looked up, desperate to know the source of such a dulcet tone. You were not disappointed.

The boy was beautiful.

His skin was the color of warm honey, his dark eyes sparkled with bad intentions, his full lips curled into a sly grin. “I would pay good money to know what you were thinking about just now, kitten,” The boy’s grin widened, displaying a cute boxy smile that did nothing to take away from the implications of his words.

“I’m not your kitten,” You glared at the blonde boy in front of you, shoving aside both his hands and the traitorous warmth that bloomed inside you at the pet name. With those words, you sidestepped around him and trudged to go check your mail. Your heart flipped in your chest when you heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps following close behind you.

“Ever heard of an umbrella, kitten?” You could hear his smile in his infuriating words, and you shot him a glare.

“Yes, actually. Have you ever heard of manners?” You bit out, punching in the key code to your small mailbox.

The boy’s laugh sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to rationalize as a chill. God, he was maddeningly handsome. You grabbed the small bunch of letters shoved in your mailbox and were so ready to hightail it out of there, when he grabbed your wrist.

The sight of his long fingers wrapped around your wrist made your mind flash to scenes of him holding your wrists above your head as he thrusts, hips swiveling and pounding into you… him holding your wrists behind your back as he kneels in front of you, tongue deep in your—

“Kitten.” Your attention snapped back to him, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed. Fuck, you really needed to shut your inner ho of a writer off sometimes…

He winked, “Next time you’re going to have to share what’s going on in that head of yours. I’ll be seeing you around, neighbor.”

With those parting words, he sauntered out of the mailroom, flipping the hood of his grey sweatshirt up over his wavy blonde strands as he tugged his dark bomber jacket closer around him.

Neighbor?

You were so fucked.

A few days later, you still had not forgotten your blonde self-proclaimed neighbor, no matter how hard you tried. And, god, you had tried. No amount of smutty fan fiction or archaic romance tropes could quell your thirst.

You didn’t even know his name.

Jess and Cal had urged you to just knock on his door and introduce yourself, but you knew it wasn’t that simple. First, you had more than one apartment neighboring yours. You were not about to knock on each and every door in your hallway to find some mystery boy - even if he did call you kitten and smelled like summer nights. Second, you had already written so much filth inspired by your brief encounter that you feared you might not survive being in the same vicinity as him without spontaneously combusting or jumping on him.

And third, you were just so intimidated by him and his dominating presence. Even though you spent just a few minutes with him, you knew that you would have fallen to your knees before him if he’d demanded it… And he really looked like the type to demand.

Now every damn time you entered your apartment building, your eyes sought him out. You jumped out of your skin at every ding of the elevator, half fearing and half hoping he might be getting off. Your heart pounded whenever you walked down your hallway to unlock your door, waiting for him to swing open his own door to greet you with a smirk and some sarcastic words.

But, nothing had happened. And you were beginning to think he might have just been a rain-induced hallucination. Those were a thing, right?

You shook yourself out of your disastrous train of thought. Your shift at ‘Grind On Me’ was approaching, and you really needed to make some money. Rent, unfortunately, just didn’t pay itself. Tugging on your non-slip black sneakers, you made sure to grab your umbrella - just like you had the previous couple days, despite the clear forecast. You would not be caught out - or called out - again.

You push open your apartment door, shoving your umbrella deep into your tote bag and stepping out into the hall. You were entirely unprepared for the sight you were met with.

The boy from earlier that week was fumbling near the door across from you with what looked like an entire art store crammed into half a dozen reusable bags. He was mumbling about some Han character who couldn’t “get off his ass for one second to help him”. And, his hair was a bright shade of blue.

His. Hair. Was. Blue.

You must have made some sort of choking noise because suddenly he whipped around to face you. His wide eyes latched onto yours, and you couldn’t help but think that there was something peculiar about him today - even besides the hair.

A light flush bloomed on the boy’s face that you were sure was mirrored on your own tenfold. Shit, he really could pull off that shade of blue… Your eyes involuntarily slid lower to check out his white slouchy ‘CELINE” t-shirt, his black Adidas sweatpants, his bag hung casually off one muscular shoulder. You swallowed suddenly craving some water.

“Uh, hey, neighbor,” You waved at him idiotically as he continued to just stare. You lowered your hand and fought the urge to smack yourself for your lame actions.

The boy blinked and then smiled that same boxy smile as before, “Hi! I would wave back, but I’m kind of tied down right now.”

You let out a very uncharacteristic giggle, “And I would offer to help you, but I’m already late for work. Don’t worry, I have my umbrella this time.”

Grabbing your umbrella from your bag, you waved it briefly in the air before returning it to its resting place. “Bye!” You called over your shoulder at the bewildered blue-haired boy, “Love the new hair by the way!”

“Uh, thank you?” He called after you. As you stepped into the elevator, you swore you heard him say something about having good weather with no chance of rain, but you were too busy thinking about how nice he was today.

And about how he didn’t call you kitten.

You were so, so fucked.

When you got to work, you were immediately bombarded with questions from Jess and Cal.

Jess: “Wait. His hair is blue now? Does he look like a hot Smurf?”

Cal: “So, no “kitten”? Throws phone. Stomps on skateboard.”

You: “Did you just try to use the ‘So No Head' Vine out loud?”

Reese: "She sure did." *wipes away tear proudly*

They continued to clown on you for another hour while some of your favorite regulars filed in and out, grabbing their late afternoon coffees.

One of your particular favorites was an enigmatic individual named Heath. You, Jess and Cal were about 85% certain that Heath was a sugar daddy based on his regular order (the "Valentino Flat White") and the large amount of tips he always left (at least $20 for each barista on duty).

Another favorite customer of yours was Tay. She tended to skulk in the corner of the cafe, typing away on her phone and occasionally letting out loud bursts of laughter. Once, you had asked what she was writing, but she just looked at you like you had asked for her darkest secret. You figured it was something juicy.

Sighing, you checked the clock on the wall for the umpteenth time that evening - 6:50PM. Two more hours til you could go home, throw on some sweatpants, and drink a glass of cheap wine.

Wiping down the coffee bar, you heard a throat clear behind you. "Be right with you!" You called over your shoulder, placing the wipe in the garbage before turning to take their order.

"Oh," You gasped as you took in the new customer, "Your hair!"

"My hair?" Your neighbor that you had seen just hours before tugged his hands through his now-brown waves, "Is there something wrong with it..." His dark eyes flicked to your name-tag, “(y/n)?”

"N-no," You gulped, wondering what happened to the cute blushing blue-haired boy from earlier. Your neighbor really was giving you whiplash with his different moods. "What can I get for you?"

"Your number." His boxy grin was lethal, his voice was sultry.

You blinked at him. "You could have just knocked on my door later if you needed me."

His eyebrows flew up, "Oh really? I like the sound of that. You'd have to give me your address though, kitten."

"Very funny," You scoffed. Your insides turned to mush over the return of the nickname that you hated to love. "Now, seriously, what can I get for you?"

"Surprise me," He winked, handed you $50 and sauntered to a nearby table.

Gaping, you shook yourself out of your trance and got to work on his 'surprise' - an "I Thought You Were Americano".

"Who is that?" You jumped two feet in the air at Jess' hissed question. She was hovering right behind you as you poured the espresso into his to-go cup.

"My fucking hair chameleon of a neighbor!" You whispered back, conveying your panic, “Deliver this to him, would you?“ You tried in vain to shove the hot Americano into Jess' hands but she dodged your efforts.

"Oh no, bitch,” She laughed, "I am going to watch from afar as this plays out."

"Goddamn you," You shot her your best side-eye and stalked off to deliver the drink to your godforsaken neighbor.

The boy in question flicked his eyes up to look at you as you approached his table. He was wearing a flowy button-down shirt with at least four of the buttons undone, showcasing a tan and very toned chest. His legs were spread wide, encased in tight black slacks that left little to the imagination.

You gulped, trying not to imagine yourself perched on his lap and grinding into his hard––

"See something you like, kitten?" You jerked out of your daze and looked at his amused face. "I know I do."

You decided to be bratty. "Nope, nothing too impressive for me to see." You smiled sweetly as you deposited his drink on the table in front of him.

He licked his lips slowly, "God, if you were mine..." He trailed off, eyes narrowed on yours. Your mouth dried as the image of the two of you in a dark bedroom flashed into your mind. You sprawled out across his lap, his hands smacking your ass, your underwear pulled to the side…

“Yeah, you get the picture,” Your neighbor’s crooked smirk was downright obscene as his eyes flashed to your lips briefly. “I’ll see you later tonight, kitten. You know, when I come knocking at your door.”

With that parting remark, he stood, raised his americano in your direction, and strutted out the door.

You stood rooted to the spot, gaping after him for god knows how long.

“She’s gotta move at some point,” Cal’s voice vaguely sounded from the side of you.

“I don’t know,” Jess’ response sounded from your other side, “I once saw her stare out at a speck of dust for like fifteen minutes straight.”

That got you. “It was not fifteen minutes!” You defended yourself, “And it’s not my fault that I happened to be writing a coffeehouse AU at that time!”

Your friends cackled as you stomped back behind the counter.

Your friends were evil, and so was your neighbor, of that you were certain.

And you were so, so, so fucked.

Hours later, you were still thinking about your fucking neighbor. Why were you only meeting him now? Why was his hair always changing colors? Why did he fuck with you so much? Why did you like it?

All of these questions bounced around your brain as you entered your building, your eyes seeking out the boy instinctively. But, as before, he was nowhere to be seen.

You shuffled over to the ancient elevator and punched the 'Up' button a few more times than necessary. Something must be wrong with you. You were way too infatuated with your way too infuriating neighbor.

The elevator doors parted, and you automatically sighed in relief and disappointment as you entered the empty space. Pushing the button to your floor, you waited for the doors to close.

“Wait!”

A shudder trailed down your spine as you watched the doors re-open to let the subject of your thoughts onto the lift. He was wearing yet another outfit that was different from earlier - a white tank top with loose pants adorned with decorative zippers.

And was that a fucking tattoo?

There was no way you had missed that in your previous encounters. He must have felt your piercing stare because his eyes flashed over to yours. “See something you like?”

“You have a tattoo!” You blurted out.

“Um, yeah, I do. Nice observation,” Your neighbor looked at you weirdly. “Aren’t you going to ask what floor I need?”

“You and your fucking jokes,” You rolled your eyes at him.

The boy’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked at you intently, “Ah, so you’re kitten.”

Your insides into jelly, and you decided the safest tactic would now be to ignore him.

“Now, now, kitten,” He crowded your space, backing you up against the elevator wall, “It’s impolite to ignore your neighbor.”

“Well, it’s against the commandments to covet your neighbor, isn’t it?” You sniffed, pretending to not be affected by his sheer size and dangerous aura. The tattoo curling up his neck demanded your attention, and you only wished you could pay your respects with your tongue.

“I’m pretty sure they said something about coveting a neighbor’s wife… you’re not married are you, kitten? Got a boyfriend, girlfriend or partner that we don’t know about?” His breath mingled with your own, his lips so close to your own.

Wait, we?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the elevator’s arrival at your floor. Ducking under his corded arms, you scurried out of the elevator and down the hall towards your apartment.

Of course, he lazily trailed after you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” You shot over your shoulder at him as you neared your door. “We just met like two days ago.”

His grin turned feral, “Yes, kitten, of course we did. Hey, why don’t you come over for a drink? You’re right; we don’t really know each other. Let’s change that.”

You weighed your options. Hanging out with him could drive you absolutely crazy or it could lead to something you previously could only write about.

He lounged against the wall next to your door in await of your answer. He raised a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes, and your eyes caught a sudden flash of silver. Was that an honest to god nipple piercing you just saw?

All rational exited the building. “Sure, but only for a little bit. Let me just change real quick.”

“Great, kitten,” His eyes flared, “Wear something comfortable. Just knock when you’re ready.”

You just nodded mutely as you entered your apartment and then shut the door. What the fuck were you getting yourself into?

After ten panicked minutes of you running around your apartment in search of ‘comfortable’ clothes, you were poised to knock on your still nameless neighbor’s door. You glanced down at your cropped t-shirt, leggings and running shoes. It would do. Besides, you had your lucky lingerie on underneath just in case.

Before you could even knock, the door flew open. “I was beginning to worry you were just going to stand there all night, kitten.” Your neighbor pouts, “And then we wouldn’t get to have any fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to invite me inside?”

His lips twitched, “How vampiresque of you, (y/n).”

You smiled broadly, “If I was a vampire, I would definitely have killed you already. You’re really fucking annoying.”

He stared at you for a split second before throwing his head back and laughing. The amount of neck that was in your face was heavenly; and, suddenly, you questioned whether vampires actually had it right this whole time.

“Well, kitten. I’m Taehyung. Please, do come in,” He opened the door wider, still chuckling lowly, “Would you like anything to drink? I think we have wine and maybe some beer hiding in the fridge somewhere.”

There was that pesky ‘we’ again.

“Red wine sounds good, thank you,” You said, plopping yourself down on one of the deep wooden barstools lining the marble kitchen island. You watched as he poured two glasses and handed one to you. Just as you were about to ask if he had roommates, Taehyung held up his glass.

“Cheers to being very friendly neighbors,” He said, sitting in the stool next to yours and staring intently at you.

“Cheers,” You echoed, clinking your glasses together and then taking a sip. Your eyes widened both from the sight of Taehyung drinking – his throat tipped back, his eyes dark on yours – and the deliciousness of the wine. It was an intense ruby red pinot noir that somehow tasted of fruit and of smokey spice all at once. It was honestly so fucking good that you just knew it had to be exorbitantly expensive. You licked your lips, making sure not to miss a single drop.

Taehyung’s eyes latched onto the movement. “You know,” He murmured, “They say if you hold eye contact while toasting, you’ll keep having good sex.”

You almost spat out your second sip of wine. Just as you were about to risk it all and say you would actually have to start having sex for that to happen, a crashing sound echoed from the dark hallway to your left.

“Shit,” Taehyung cursed, glaring in the direction the sound had come from, “I need to go and check what that was. Are you all right out here for a minute?”

You shrugged and nodded, swirling your wine around your glass.

“Be right back,” Taehyung brushed his hand over your cheek for a split second before stalking down the hallway in search of whatever had caused the ruckus.

Your hand flew to your now-warm cheek. Fuck, were you really crushing on your cute neighbor with the mood-swings?

Ugh, you were.

You glanced speculatively around his apartment. It was so much nicer than yours… The minimalist but chic decor just screamed rich vibes. However, there were a few oddities that made you frown. Four sets of keys hung by the front door. Four sets of shoes were lined up in the foyer. Four different color coded markings were on the calendar pinned to the wall.

Four different versions of Taehyung smiled back at you from a photo stuck to the fridge.

“Hello again, kitten,” The low voice startled you from your internal panic. Reluctantly turning to face them, you cursed your own stupidity. The blonde version of Taehyung that you met a few days ago grinned back at you.

“Fucking brothers,” You moaned, slouching over on the kitchen island and placing your head in your hands, “You’re all fucking brothers.”

“Quadruplets, actually,” He unhelpfully added, “I’m V. You’re (y/n), right?”

“Were you all just eavesdropping on me and Taehyung, or what?” You knew your were being petty right now, but you felt blindsided by your own lack of awareness and the brothers’ obvious lack of tact.

“Kind of,” Blue-haired Taehyung exited the hallway, “Sorry, (y/n).”

It was honestly unfair how sweet Blue was. “It’s okay. What’s your name?”

“Vante,” He waved at you and grinned, “See? I can finally wave back now!”

If you could turn into a human version of ‘uwu’, you would have done so right then and there.

“Stop flirting with her, Vante,” Coffee-shop Taehyung enters the kitchen followed closely by the actual Taehyung, “Let me introduce myself, kitten. I…” He gripped your hand and brought it to his lips, “Am Hansung.” His lips brushed over your knuckles as the words poured out of his mouth.

You blinked at him as it clicked, “Oh, so you’re the Han that wouldn’t get off his ass!”

Hansung choked, dropping your hand as his brothers cried with laughter. “Who said that?” He rounded on his brothers, “Who?”

Vante shot you a desperate look; and, since you had already internally declared him your favorite, you kept the information to yourself. “I don’t see how that matters when you all clearly have been keeping me in the dark about the fact that there are four of you.”

“I mean,” Taehyung began, “Technically we didn’t not tell you. You just never asked.”

Your blood boiled, “And how the fuck would I know to ask? Should I have consulted a psychic? Scoured the census data? Kept tabs on the entire population of quadruplets nationwide?”

You stared down each of the boys. Vante and Hansung at least looked a tad sheepish, but Taehyung and V just looked amused.

“You were right,” Taehyung nudged V, “She is feisty.”

You contemplated your options: 1) Kill V and bury the body deep in the nearby woods, 2) Dramatically exit the apartment and never speak to these demonspawn ever again, or 3) Chug this miraculous tasting wine.

You chose option three.

No regrets.

Looking at each of them, you felt like you could be the stock image for the word ‘shooketh’. Fuck, you had thought it was overwhelming when there was just one of them in your mind. But, now? You were in full panic mode over the sheer amount of masculinity and identical good looks that surrounded you.

“You know what?” You said after draining your glass, “I really don’t like being made to look like a fool. And that’s what you all did to me this whole week.” You saw Vante open his mouth, and you cut him off, “Some more than others… but, still, you knew where I lived. You could have just introduced yourself separately.”

You stood, glancing over the boys’ varying degrees of pouts and sighing. “Yeah, I’m out of here.”

Making your way over to the door, you were suddenly cut off by V. He leaned heavily against the door, successfully blocking your smooth exit.

“V, move.”

“No, you need to hear us out, kitten,” He murmured, looking down at you with an intense expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Could you do that for us?”

You spared a glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, the other three were right there. Vante stared at you pleadingly. Hansung shot you a wink. Taehyung snapped his gaze up to yours… Had he been checking out your ass?

Deciding not to pay them any mind, you turned back around to face V and shrugged, “Fine, two minutes.”

“Good girl.”

A shiver coursed down your spine. You didn’t even know which brother behind you muttered those two words, and, yet, perhaps that made it all the more thrilling.

V shot a glare over your head and then refocused on you. “Kitten, we’re sorry. We just really like to tease, and you made it so easy.” Seeing your glare, he continued, “We didn’t mean to make you upset. That wasn’t our intention at all… it was the complete opposite, actually.”

Taehyung moved in front of you, next to V. “Why don’t we start over? Come over for dinner tomorrow night at eight. We’ll have a proper introduction to our neighborly relationship.”

You mulled it over in your mind. Embarrassment warred with infatuation. Worst case scenarios clashed with the best of cases. Images of a dark bedroom with multiple partners contrasted with words typed on a laptop screen.

Finally, as the seconds ticked by, you decided to ask yourself: ‘What would your characters do?’

They would fuck them all.

“Okay,” You sighed, eyeing the two boys in front of you and then the two behind, “But you better make something edible.”

“Challenge accepted,” V’s eyes glinted wickedly.

“It wasn’t even––” You cut yourself off. Though you only had met V twice thus far, you knew it was virtually impossible to make him back down from anything he perceived as a dare. “You know what? Sure, it’s a challenge. I’ll be the Gordon Ramsey; you’ll be the crying contestants.”

A stifled giggle sounds from behind you that you suspect belonged to Vante.

“That mouth…” Taehyung muttered. His tongue swiped along his lower lip as he stared you down.

Suddenly, Hansung popped out from behind you and shoved his two brothers out of the way of the door. “Allow me, kitten,” He swung it open in a flourish, bowing as he cleared your way out. Your lips twitched. That boy was so extra.

“Thank you, Han,” You smiled and waved as you exited their apartment, “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night…” Walking the short distance across the hall to your own apartment, you unlock your door, step inside, and then turn back to see if they were still there.

They were.

All four of them peered back at you from their doorway. “Shoo!” You laughed, waving them away before slamming your door shut.

You were so, so, so, so fucked.

Four’s hands ghosted over your skin, caressing the dips of your curves. You shuddered as Three’s tongue slides across your pussy.

“You like that, kitten?” One asks, as he watches from the armchair in the corner of the room, “You like my brothers ruining you?” You weren’t fooled by his lack of participation; you knew One pulled the strings. “Answer me.”

“Yes, daddy,” You moan out as Two sucks one of your nipples in his mouth and asoidfjgioykl—

The ringing of your doorbell caused you to key-smash in panic. “Coming!” You called out, flustered over the interruption and over the filth you just wrote about your neighbors.

You padded over to the door and peered out the peep-hole. It was Hansung. Your breath caught in your throat as you try to push the vivid scenes you just wrote out of your mind.

Pulling open the door, you greeted him with a smile, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi…” Hansung trailed off, his eyes roving over your body. You glanced down at your typical loungewear - an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Nothing too out of the ordinary. “Do you have any sugar?”

You stared at him with a deadpan expression, “Are you serious?”

“I don’t joke about sweets, kitten,” Hansung grinned, running a hand through his messy head of hair. You would have to add a scene to your story about pulling on it… “There’s that look,” he shook his head amusedly, “When will you ever let us know some of those thoughts?”

“Never,” You vowed and stepped aside so that he could enter your apartment, “Come on in. I’m pretty sure I have sugar somewhere. Sorry for the mess.” You wandered over to the kitchen area adjacent to your living room. Hansung was assessing your apartment with a critical eye, and you decided you needed to make this fast before he uncovered any dirty secrets.

Pulling open your baking cabinet, you scoured the shelves looking for that pesky ingredient. Flour, vanilla extract, chocolate chips…

“How is it that four boys don’t have any sugar?” You complained, leaning up to snag your bag of sugar from the very top shelf.

“We ask ourselves that all the damn time,” You knew Hansung was smirking even without seeing him, “We’re getting some now though… and later.”

“Well, good,” You turned to face him, “You better stock up so you don’t come bothering me every time you need some.”

He laughed, “Oh, (y/n), we’ll always want more.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved the bag of sugar to his chest and pushed him towards the door to your apartment. “Out you go!”

“Oh kitten, I always knew you were sweet on me,” Hansung grinned widely as he stared down at the sugar you had pushed against his chest.

“Fuck off,” You groaned, letting out a slight chuckle despite yourself. “Now, go away and cook me a nice dinner. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye-e-e kitten,” he sang as he paraded back across the hall, “Wear something sexy for me.” With a wink, Hansung disappeared back into his shared apartment.

You groaned, slamming your door shut before sliding down it onto the floor. These brothers might be the death of you. Glancing up, your eyes settled on your laptop. Had it always been in that position? Was that how you left it?

Standing up, you walked over to where your laptop resides on your coffee table and closed it. You had a dinner to get ready for, after all. You didn’t have time to return to your story.

Alas, you really should have made time; because, little did you know, the open document on your screen had a new addition courtesy of Hansung… “That’s hot. Which number am I?”

It was 7:59PM; you were pacing inside your apartment.

You contemplated cancelling for the hundredth time that evening. But, momma didn’t raise no bitch.

With that in mind, you assessed yourself in the foyer mirror. The black midi-dress wrapped around your body like armor. The wings of your eyeliner flicked out like battle knives. The redness of your lipstick warned of the biting tongue that lie within.

Yeah, you looked ready for war, and it was perfect.

With that in mind, you trudged across the hall and knocked on their door before you could talk yourself out of it.

The door opened to reveal V in all his glory. His blonde hair was tousled, his eyes were dark. He looked at you as if he knew all of your secrets.

You bit your lip, “Um, hi?”

A slow smile crossed his face, “Hi, kitten. Please come in.”

You moved past him to enter into the apartment. Taehyung appeared and greeted you with a grin. “Hey, (y/n),” He purred, running a hand down your arm, “Glad you could make it.”

God, what was up? The tension in the room was palpable. You walked over towards where Hansung and Vante were plating dinner in the kitchen.

“Hi,” You greeted them. Vante jumped two feet in the air as Hansung smirked at you.

You cocked your head. Moving your eyes from one brother to the next, you caved, “Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean, (y/n)?” V moved closer to you, “Is this not going as you wrote it?”

You stopped breathing. No, there was no way… but, your laptop had seemed to be moved. You shot Hansung a look in askance.

He grinned sheepishly, and it told you everything you needed to know.

“Fuck,” You turned away from them, “I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing. I’ll leave.”

“Who’s One?” V’s question cut through your rambled apology.

“What?” You blinked, turning to look at him.

“Who is One, kitten? Is it me?” V moved right in front of you. You gulped. He smiled. “I thought so.”

“You see, (y/n)-kitten,” He continued, “You were right. My brothers and I? We’re a unit. We do everything together. We live together, we date together, we fuck together.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words.

“We just want one girl to keep us all together, kitten… to be ours.” V murmured, twisting a lock of your hair between his fingers, “That’s what we’ve been searching for for so long.”

You finally found words at last, “And you think that girl is me?”

“We know it’s you,” Vante said, shyly approaching you, “And we’re going to show you why.”

He kissed you. You almost laughed over how cute, shy Vante was the first brother to kiss you. His kiss was gentle, but insistent in its movements. It was like he was pleading you to let him in both your mouth and your heart.

You crumbled. Your hands fisted his shirt and tugged him closer. His kiss ignited something in you that made you want more.

Your tongue darted out to run along the seam of his lips. Vante gasped, and your tongue slid inside.

As you continue to kiss him, someone moved behind you, his lips ghosted over your neck.

“Mm, baby,” Taehyung whispered against the nape of your neck, “You’re so beautiful.”

Taehyung ran his hands over your hips and tugged your ass flush with his crotch. You moaned into Vante’s mouth. Vante took advantage of your dazed state to slide his tongue against yours in a way that was so deliciously dirty.

Suddenly, Vante backed up, and V took his place before you.

His hands slid up your body, grazing the sides of your breasts before settling back down at the top of your waist.

He kissed you deeply, differently than Vante. The slight roughness of his touch was new, and it seemed to declare ownership over you.

V’s tongue twined with yours, playing with you. From behind you, Taehyung continued to slowly grind into you.

Your body felt so overheated, so overwhelmed.

Pulling back from your mouth, V glanced over your shoulder, and Taehyung slipped away from you.

V focused back on you. “I don’t think you understand what you do to us. God, this dress. Did you wear it to tease us, kitten? We’ve been wanting to unwrap you, to strip you down, since you walked through our door.”

V fiddled with the bow keeping your dress fastened.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you said, “Well, do it then.”

His hand froze. His eyes flicked up to yours. “You’re sure, (y/n)? You know what you’re asking for? You know what we’ll give you?”

You glanced around. Vante looked at you with a hopeful expression. Hansung wore a smirk, already working on undoing the buttons of his shirt. Taehyung full-on grinned at you with dark eyes full of wicked intent and promise.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your lips, the mood shifted. V nodded at Vante, who scurried out of the room. You opened your mouth to question his departure, but V cut you off.

“Now, kitten, I know you’ve imagined this - wrote this; but, you’re not the one in charge here. We are.”

He led you down the hall and into what must have been his own bedroom. The king size bed dominated the room. Paintings decorated the walls… Was that a real Degas?

Vante entered the room, holding what looked like long scraps of silk.

“Finally,” Hansung grumbled, and then turned to you, “Strip.”

Your hands shook as you reached down to the tie at your waist and pulled. Your dress, your armor, fell to the ground in a whoosh. You stood in just your underwear, having forgone a bra that evening.

“Goddamn,” V growled, “Such a good little slut coming to our place without a bra.”

His filthy words slid over your body like a caress and settled deep in your core. You pushed your thighs together. The movement was not lost on the brothers.

“Vante.”

At V’s call, Vante reached out and took your hand. Leading you over to the bed, he gestured for you to lay down. “We want to tie you up, kitten. Is that okay? If not, we can have fun in other ways.”

“T-that’s okay,” You swallowed hard, “I like bondage.”

“I knew it!” Hansung cheered from the left foot of the bed.

“Shut up, Han,” Vante shot over his shoulder as he focused on tying your wrists behind your head. Refocusing on you, he mumbled, “How does that feel, baby? Too tight? Too loose?”

“Just right,” You sighed, almost moaning at how hot you felt getting tied down by one man while three others watched.

Taehyung sat down at your side, his pointer finger began drawing light circles across your stomach. “Can Hansung take your panties off, kitten?”

Nodding, you looked down as Hansung leaned over you, hands briefly squeezing your hips before tugging your underwear down your thighs. Almost on reflex, you squeezed your legs together again, craving any sort of friction.

“Open your legs,” V ordered from his stance against the wall by the foot of the bed, “Show us how wet you are.”

You listened, hyper-aware of how your wetness was surely obvious. Taehyung’s fingers suddenly pinched your nipple, rolling the puckered bud between his fingers. A small moan escaped you.

“Fuck,” someone cursed. Hansung, you guessed. “She’s so pretty.”

“How wet is she?” Taehyung asked, the only brother not openly ogling your wet pussy.

“Dripping,” Vante murmurs, tongue wetting his lips.

Your eyes locked with V’s as he stared you down. “Now, kitten, do you want Vante to lick your pussy? Or Hansung?”

Both boys in question stared at you with wistful expressions. You knew your answer though. It was not an option he had given. And it was your lack of answer that tipped V off.

“Ah, I see,” V laughed. “Well, that’ll be a new one for us.”

Hansung shot V a confused look, “What?”

“She wants both of your mouths,” V smirked at your immediate blush, “What? Am I wrong, baby?”

“…No,” You pouted.

Vante’s eyebrows furrowed, “Both of us? Like at one time? Or one after the other?”

All eyes were on you once more as you squirmed under the weight of their attention and Taehyung’s continued worship of your nipples with his fingers.

“Either?” You were losing your train of thought under the building pleasure. Could you actually come from just nipple play?

“Mm,” V hummed, “Our little kitten is being indecisive. Vante?”

Again, Vante hastened to fulfill V’s unspoken command. You wondered how many times the brothers had done this together, because they were really fucking in sync.

“Are you good with being blindfolded, too, kitten?” Vante asked, kissing your cheek lightly. You nodded and lifted your head up slightly so he could tie the soft silk around your head.

Darkness consumed you. Your senses heightened. A breath coasted over your wetness and you shuddered.

A light kiss pressed over your folds followed by a tentative swipe of a tongue. “Damn, she tastes fucking amazing,” Hansung groaned, completely giving himself away.

“Shut up and make her come, Han. Or I’ll let Vante take your place.” V’s voice came from closer by you now. Was he right next to you? Was he at your feet?

His lips felt so soft as he dragged them over your pussy to finally suck your clit in between them. His tongue slid and flicked perfectly against your clit.

The small ministrations of his tongue against your clit set your arousal ablaze. You shifted your hips up in hopes he will lick harder, but a firm hand pushed you back down.

“No, no, kitten,” V’s voice sounded in your ear, “You’ll get what we give you.”

Hansung continued to stroke his tongue between your legs. Finally, by the grace of the gods, he pushed a finger inside you and hissed, “Fuck, she’s so tight.”

You clenched down around his finger at his words, and he moaned. “She was fucking made for us.”

As Han returned to worship your pussy, another tongue flicked at your nipple. Was that Vante? Taehyung?

Honestly, not knowing was high-key hot. You were hurtling towards your orgasm as one brother ate your pussy, another worshipped your breasts, and two more watched.

The feeling of having so much attention on you, on your pleasure, on your body, set you off. You came with an embarrassingly loud moan.

Lips brushed your ear as V murmured, “You’re so sexy when you come, kitten. I bet you’ll look even better when you come all over my cock.”

A whine escaped you as he teased you, licking your neck, teeth scraping over it. The afterglow of your orgasm quickly turned into the aching need for more.

And then your stomach let out an insanely loud growl.

The room quieted. A chuckle escaped someone. Then, laughs echoed around the bedroom.

“Well, someone needs to be fed,” V’s smile was apparent as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The blindfold slipped from around your head and you blinked up at V as he untied your wrists. “Come on, baby, we can reheat dinner.”

“But–” You pouted as V placed a finger to your lips.

“We can get back to that after. We’re not even close to being done with you, kitten.”

“I don’t think we ever will,” Taehyung grinned at you as he tugged you up from the bed.

“Here you go, (y/n),” Vante handed you Han’s discarded button down.

“Thank you,” You blushed at his cuteness. Pausing, you scoured the ground for your panties.

Thwack.

Your ass stung as V’s hand massaged over the area he just smacked.

“They’re mine. Don’t bother,” His grin was feral as he squeezed your ass and then led you out of the room towards the kitchen.

As you both joined the others in the kitchen, you took the plate that Han offered you. Surveying the room, you took in your varying states of undress as you all stood around the kitchen island eating your reheated dinners.

Damn, you could get used to this… Taehyung caught your eye and shot you a wink.

Yeah, you were so fucked… but, so were they.

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

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Hold On ~ KTH [Suk- Hanseong] [Request]

↱↱↱Word Count: 3k (without alternative ending) 4K (with alternative ending)

↱↱↱Pairing: Suk Han-seong x reader (Taehyung x reader)

↱↱↱Genre: Fluffy (angst if you include the alt ending)

↱↱↱A/N: There is a FLUFF ending to this but I will be including the alternate angst ending because it is me and I LIVVVEEEE for the ansgt, that and I rewatched the entire season and decided that if I have to suffer you have to suffer with me so enjoy this :)

The sliding door to your nursing station opened and in walked Hansung holding his head, you tried not to giggle at the sight of him but it was hard not to when you'd already seen him seven times that week and it wasn't even Thursday yet. 

"What happened?" You asked sitting him down on the floor and getting ready to examine him. Hansung was one of the nicest Hwarang you'd ever met while you'd been working in Silla, he was always so kind and caring towards you. Always trying to make you laugh even when you were supposed to be in a serious mood. 

"Yeo-wool hit me over the head again," You held back the giggle once again and held his face in your hands turning it towards the light to see a small cut just below his hairline, 

"I'll get it cleaned up." You promised him leaving him on the floor and going on the hunt around your small room for the materials. You'd only been working as a doctors apprentice in Silla for about a month and since finding you Hansung was making excuses to come and see you whenever he could which made your days better though you would never admit it to him since you were only a nurse of sorts. Hansung watched as you hunted around the small cabin for things to help him with, you looked amazing when you were in deep concentration and he could never get enough of you. When he first started to come and see you they were true injuries, he was really clumsy but as time went on and as he got to spend more time inside of the small office alone he realised he wanted to be with you all of the time. Feeling an attraction to you that he'd not felt before with anyone else, sure he got along with everyone but with you it was different somehow. You drew him in and he felt relaxed with you, as though he wasn't training to be one of the best Hwarang, worrying about what test scores he was getting or running away from sword practise. With you, he felt at home and at peace with himself and he never wanted to be away from that.

"Here, sit still." He was brought back to reality when he realised you were sitting right in front of him again, you took his face in your hands and titled his head so you could see the small cut. It was nothing major, Yeo-Wool had only thrown a book at him but it had caught him right on the edge making a small cut. 

"This will sting." You whispered as you poured the cleaning agent onto a piece of cloth before applying it to the small cut and cleaning it up. Hansung's hand swung up to your wrist to stop you and you let out a loud piercing shriek the sound bringing back flashbacks to when you first met him.

Dan-se walked you through the courtyard and in the direction of the doctor's office, you were the new apprentice that had just arrived and he was in charge of leading you through to get to the doctor who was waiting for you. You kept your head down as you walked not wanting to drawer attention to yourself but Danse seemed to be doing that on his own, people all turning to look at you both as you walked in silence. You heard murmuring of people questioning who you were and what you were doing with him but you continued to keep your head down until you were stopped by walking into his back knocking you back a couple of steps hitting into the chest of someone else.

"Hi!" You let out a scream as you heard someone that close to you and you began bowing and saying your apologises to the younger man who was staring at you, Hansung was staring at you with wide eyes after you let out the yell. He didn't mean to scare you, he was just trying to introduce himself while his half-brother was talking to someone.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." You shook your head and stopped bowing to him looking around to see everyone was still staring in your direction,

"I'm Suk Han-Sung," You bowed again and looked over your shoulder, you were sure DanSe had introduced himself as Suk Dan-Se and you wondered if they were related and as if HanSung could read your thoughts he confirmed them, 

"My brother." You smiled politely not knowing what to do now, you were supposed to be going straight to the doctor but it seemed as though he was busy with something else now, 

"You're the new apprentice, right? I'll walk you, come on." He excitedly took your wrist in his hand and began pulling you away from his brother who was so lost in conversation that he hadn't even noticed you were both moving away from him. 

"You'll love the doctor, he's great and I bet you'll learn a lot." He said as you reached a long hallway, you followed him inside and he dropped your wrist from his grasp walking in silence through the halls until he reached where the doctor's room was. 

"I'll leave you to it, see you around."

"Goodbye Hansung." You said politely watching him leave you were going to wait until he was gone to go inside but you caught him turning around to stare at you, his cheeks turning a bright red colour once he saw you watching him and he ran off.

Since that day you'd learnt a lot about Hansung since he was coming to see you a lot, you also learnt that he and Danse were half brothers. 

"Why did he hit you?" You asked as you took the cloth away from his head and began applying a cream to stop it from becoming sore.

"I was singing loudly and woke him up," You let out a tiny giggle and it was like music to Hansungs ears he heard it come from you, he stared at you with his mouth forming a small smile, 

"What?" You whispered as he stared at you, he shook his head slowly still staring at your smile. 

"N-Nothing I've just never seen someone look so beautiful before." He coughed once he said it trying to clear the tension from the air, your cheeks were heating up once you heard him and you looked down at your hands. 

"You're sweet Hansung." You whispered to him, checking the cut once again and telling him he would be okay to go to practise now. 

"Don't run away from sword training, it's important!" You called out as he left the room you knew he was going to run away from it anyway, he always did but you wanted him not to.

"Hello, Seon-u." You greeted that morning as you walked into the small office to see him standing there, he was waiting for you and looking down at the small bed inside of the office. 

"Hansung? What happened this time?!" You yelled looking at him and then up at Seon-u who was shaking his head at him, Hansung was being overly dramatic about a small cut on his arm. 

"He was in a self-defence class and he got a small cut," You rolled up the sleeve to reveal the cut and it was wasn't deep but it wasn't exactly shallow either, 

"I'll get the stitches." You whispered looking at Hansung who was staring up at you the whole time watching you closely, Seon-u caught what was happening right away and smirked at the younger boy. 

"How did you do it?" You questioned as you knelt by his side to get ready to clean it up before Hansung could even answer you Seon-u did it for him.

"First time in weeks he showed up for sword training and he did it by accident, I was a little harsh on him." You looked up at Seon-u and then back down at Hansung who was staring at his friend, 

"You went to sword training?" You questioned with a raised eyebrow and he nodded at you, you began cleaning up the small wound and Seon-u left the room. 

"First time in weeks?" You giggled looking at him and he nodded yet again, 

"Why did you suddenly show up?" You took out the small butterfly stitches for his cut and got them ready, he watched you carefully you had a small smile playing on your lips and he wanted to know why you were smiling so much. His insecurities were sinking in and telling him it was because Seon-u had been here but once he realised it wasn't fading he felt a little better, 

"You told me to go." You stared at him in silence for a couple of seconds, neither of you moving at what he'd just said and then he cleared his throat, 

"But I'm never going back, I got hurt." You sighed at him and started applying the small butterfly stitches to his arm before wrapping it in a bandage, 

"The more practise you get the less you will get hurt." You promised him but he wasn't listening he was too busy staring at the way you worked, you were biting down on your lip as you wrapped up his arm and he knew his mind should have been anywhere but where it was but he couldn't stop imagining his lips on yours.

"All cleaned up, come back tomorrow before practice and I'll check you over." You promised him watching as he nodded, the door slid open and his half brother walked into the room to see what was happening, they said nothing to one another and just left the room Hansung sneaking you glances as he walked away from the room. 

Another week passed but Hansung had still been coming to see you but it eas a lot less frequent than it was before which made you sad but it made you realise that you were starting to see him as more than a friend or just another patient, you were sat in the office waiting for him to come by since it was almost the end of the day but there was no sign of him. 

"Have you eaten?" You dropped the bag you were carrying when you heard Hansung behind you, you'd just closed the door to the office. 

"You really need to start announcing yourself," You laughed holding your hand over your chest to calm your heart rate down but he was holding up a picnic basket. 

"Come on." He whispered grabbing your hand and running through the halls, he kept hold of your hand as you rushed out of the main building and into the courtyard, 

"Be quiet and follow me." You did as you were told and followed him down a pathway until you got to a huge wall, 

"Hold this," He whispered handing you the picnic basket, you took it from his hands and watched as he climbed onto the small roof of the building, he took the basket from you before helping you up and walking you along the roof. 

"Where are we-" He cut you off by holding his hand up, he pointed over another wall and you saw a gazebo sitting on the water with lanterns lighting it up. 

"Whoa." You whispered in shock as you spotted it, he smiled brightly at your reaction and began walking you along the roof, helping you down onto the ground first before dropping down next to you. 

"I followed my brother out here the other day and I thought it was pretty...I wanted to show you." You smiled and walked with him towards the gazebo, looking at the water to see glimpses of fish swimming around. 

"Are we allowed out here?" You asked as he walked you into the gazebo, your hands were still locked tightly together which was sending your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies, 

"Who cares?" He chuckled laying down a blanket and sitting you down, you looked up at him as he got the food ready for you both. It looked like he'd bribed the kitchen staff into giving him food and it made you smile at the thought of him going to so much hassle for you when you weren't even a couple. Thoughts of you being a couple with him came rushing to your head the longer you stared at him so you looked out at the view instead.

"This is nice...to get away from everything." He told you as you both stared up at the moon, by everything he meant what was happening with his grandfather and his brother, you knew everything that was happening since Hansung told you everything he knew, he was like an open book with you.

"Whenever you need to get away from it all...You know where I am right?" You questioned looking at him as he continued to stare out at the view. You knew he was contemplating going against what his grandfather wanted of him and you were proud he was putting so much thought of it, 

"I know." He whispered looking at you as you glanced to look up at the moon instead, not wanting him to catch you staring at him.

"I'll write him a letter, and tell him what I truly feel." You nodded in agreement with him and he smiled once again, the smile that could light up any room and make you feel at peace.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful before," You whispered as you looked up at the ceiling of the gazebo and then out at the lake, Hansung's eyes were on you the whole time. You were sitting close together since you'd been out in the dark for a long time and it was starting to get chilly,

"I have," You noticed his hand sitting on top of yours and you looked down at them smiling as he traced small patterns along your skin he'd been so lost in the fact that he was holding your hand and he hadn't noticed that you'd seen them locked together.

"What was it?" You asked being the clueless usual you and he looked up to see you staring at him, his smile dropped as he realised what he'd said out loud and he had no other option to admit it to you. 

"You." Your heart was racing once again as he stared into your eyes, the rest of the world seemed to melt away as he stared into your soul, he licked his lips his eyes glancing down to your lips and back up to your eyes and you leant closer to him, not caring about anything except him at the moment. He closed the gap between you and your lips collided and the kiss was sweet and innocent just like Hansung, neither of you knew what to do so he snaked his hand onto your waist and drew you closer to him, your hands cupped his cheeks and you deepened the kiss a little pulling away when you heard something moving around you. 

"What?" Hansung panicked thinking he'd gone too far but he hadn't, he was perfect but there was someone watching you both. 

"I don't think we're alone anymore..." You whispered to him and he glanced around behind you but saw no one there. 

"Everyone else is asleep, it's just us." He assured you but you moved closer to him and he smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist as you leant your head down on his shoulder. 

"Will you come to my practice tomorrow?" He questioned looking at your side profile as you looked out at the moon, you hummed in response.

"Sure...I'll get someone to cover for me." You whispered looking back at him, it was starting to get late and you knew you were going to have to leave soon.

"We should head back." You whispered to him but he groaned out not wanting to leave you, his lips formed a pout and you giggled.

"Five more minutes then," You whispered kissing his lips and then laying your head on his shoulder again. 

The next day you were standing by the training yard where the Hwarang were getting ready to practise, you were wondering where Hansung was when he came rushing over to you with his usual smile on his face, he was dancing and singing about something and when he finally got to you he stopped in place and smiled. 

"I wrote it!" He laughed showing you the piece of paper that was all folded up, you assumed it was the letter for his grandfather you had been talking about the night before and you smiled at him. You were so proud he was doing this, 

"You did?" You laughed as he began bouncing around sliding it back into his robes and then looking at you he looked so cheerful today and it made your heart skip a beat,

"I wouldn't have been able to do it if it wasn't for you and Seon-u," You smiled at him and he looked around the training yard to see Seon-u training in his usual space,

"Are you going to train with him?" He nodded and you looked down at the floor, you had no idea if the kiss meant anything the night before so you were unsure of how to act. 

"I'll sneak out again tonight, a picnic by the lake again?" He whispered to you and you nodded eagerly at him he glanced around before kissing your cheek again and then rushed off to train with Seon-u who was waiting for him with another smile on his face. Seon-u had seen the whole exchange between you and smiled at you when you caught him watching, he'd known about the crush Hansung had on you for a while and was happy it was starting to develop into something more. 

                                         ~ALTERNATIVE ENDING~

"I'll sneak out again tonight, a picnic by the lake again?" He whispered to you and you nodded eagerly at him he glanced around before kissing your cheek again making you blush as he did so.

"I'll bring some cookie-" You were cut off when you heard a yell coming from the training yard Seon-U was no longer alone and Danse was standing with him both of them aggressively yelling at one another. Hansung looked up to see his brother and it was as if he'd seen something you hadn't,

"No," You frowned watching as Hansung sprinted across the training yard to be in front of Seon-U and grabbed the blade of the sword that his brother was using. He was tearing up as blood fell from his hands, he was staring down at the blade and then to his brothers face,

"What...What are you doing!?" His brother panicked looking from the sword to his brothers face, Seon-U frowned at the exchange wondering what was happening,

"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" Hansung questioned his brother, his voice coming out shaky as he stared up at his brother, the sword was sliding between the cuts in his hands,

"Let go!" His brother yelled making you flinch as you watched them, it was just a cut nothing that couldn't be fixed by you,

"If I do you will try to kill Seon-U again," You frowned not knowing that the blade was covered in poison,

"Han-Seong!" His brother sobbed looking at his brother as he continued to hold the blade,

"Why did you put the medicine Grandpa sent on your sword?" Your eyes widened as you realised what was happening to Hansung, his knees buckled and he fell down onto the floor.

"HANSUNG!" You screamed running over to him as Seon-U caught him in his arms, he was shaking violently when you reached him and your eyes were filled with tears,

"Why did you do it, Dan-sae?" Hansung asked as he looked at his brother, you ripped your dress wrapping it around Hansung's hands tightly to try and stop the bleeding,

"You're a good person," Hansung sobbed to his brother his eyes started to roll back and you tried not to sob too hard,

"It's poison," You whimpered to Seon-U who was demanding answers from Danse but you already knew by the way Hansung was dying what it was and there was no way you could help him.

"My office, quick!" You yelled at Seon-U who picked up Hansung and started carrying him towards your office, you were going to do anything you could to help him you weren't going to lose him.

"Seon-U," You looked at them both as they ran behind you but Seon-U slowed down to a walk,

"What?" He asked Hansung who was holding onto his robes.

"I'm fine, Y/n will heal me." You looked at Seon-U your eyes were filled to the brim with tears as you heard him call out your name,

"That's right, so don't give up," Seon-U said as you continued to walk towards your office,

"I'll save you Hansung," You whispered to him trying to comfort him but you could tell it wasn't working,

"Seon-U put me down." You watched as Seon-U sat down on the floor with Hansung in his arms and you let the tears flow from your eyes. You sat beside him as Seon-U continued to hold him, Hansung was shaking and stuttering which meant the poison was already too far in his system for you to do anything.

"Y/n, Seon-U, don't hate my brother,"  You stared at him as he laid dying in  Seon-U's arms,

"Okay, I won't," Seon-U promised but you weren't going to make a promise you didn't know if you could keep.

"Y/n..." You moved closer and he reached into his robes handing you the note he'd written for his grandfather,

"Give it to him." You nodded and he looked up at you with tears in his eyes,

"I may not have known you long but..." You shook your head not wanting him to continue because you already knew where it was going, you felt the strong connection too.

"I know...I love you too Hansung." You promised him, his hands rushed up to your cheeks and he brought you down to kiss him gently, your lips touched and you broke down into a sob as he died holding you.

"Y/n..." You shook your head staring up at Seon-U who was still holding Hansung in his arms, you looked around the courtyard.

"Find someone official." You whispered wiping the tears off your cheeks and ignoring the bloodstains that were all over your white hanbok.

"Where are you going?" You ignored his question and rushed off back to the training yard, Danse wasn't there so you grabbed one of the swords and went hunting for him people stared at you in shock as you walked around covered in blood carrying a sword but they did nothing.

You opened the doors to find Danse on the floor with a piece of glass in his hands, you aimed the sword at his chest not poking him with it as you began to cry at the sight of him.

"I know you don't want to live but you're not allowed to die." You spat at him kicking the glass from his hands, his lip trembled and you lowered the sword taking out the letter for his grandfather that Hansung had worked on.

"This is supposed to be for your grandfather but I think it's for you as well." You threw it onto his lap and he stared at it.

"Read it." You spat before leaving the room, you walked out and in the direction of where Hansung's normal lecture would have been held if he was still alive and your knees gave in as you saw him on the floor of the class.

"Y/n," Seon-U said as he saw you, you weren't supposed to be there but you didn't care, you threw down the sword and walked over to Hansung's body looking at him and then up at Seon-U who was wondering the same thing as everyone else if you'd taken revenge on his brother.

"I didn't hurt his brother, I gave him the letter." You told Seon-U who watched as you looked down at Hansung tears rolling down your face once again as you thought about him the men in the room cried with you and the teacher began making preparations for the funeral to which you were allowed to attend a final way of saying goodbye to him.

You know what...I’m not even sorry if you read the alternative ending you can all suffer along with me

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BTS Caretaker CH23

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4, 330

- Author Note: So im late, i will do double update! so please check on next chapter too~ :) thank u for whoever that read my cliche story HAHAHA i have no words to describe how im embarassed i am AHAHHAA anyways ~ 

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Chapter 23

Promotional month embarked the start of everything.  Hectic schedule, unreasonable amount of sleep time in a day, the most would be 2 hours and not to mention the studios and practice rooms would be their second home for the time being. The boys had been practicing non-stop these past few days until their official comeback early in February. This time their popularity soared higher than their previous comeback. It felt like a dream, but the boys did it. Their album sales make it digital or physical had risen drastically in comparison to previous sales.

The impact of Bangtan Sonyeondan to the industry was no joke. More people showed their support and their fanbase grew two times bigger than before in the blink of an eyes. Phenomenal indeed. Overwhelmed by the support, the boys promised to work harder this year to repay Armys’ love. Entering the last week of their You Never Walk Alone promotion, the boys were ready to start their Wings Tour around the globe. Unlike before they went to few continents depending on the demand of the respected country however this time their schedule was utilized for the first half of 2017.

Seul massaged her aching muscle and sunk on the couch with sulky face. The dorm was quiet and cold since none of the boys were home at this time.  They would only be home around dawn to get short nap before heading to their next schedule early in the morning. Following the change of their schedule, Seul would take an evening shift and went to their place right after her shift. So, she could prepare advanced breakfast for them. It became her routine to come around 2 in the morning and stayed for two hours or more, making sure the boys got a proper breakfast despite their busy schedule.

Mrs Hwang on the other hand was well informed pertaining to Seul’s unusual activity and she would make Hoon, more like force his son to pick her sister up every day from work. World is a scary place, she did not want to risk Seul’s life though that girl was the one who insisted to change her caretaking schedule out of sudden.

Glancing on her phone screen, she decided to call it a day since it was already 3 A.M and surprisingly she managed to pull her work within an hour. Seul had informed Hoon in advance so the younger guy would not pick her up considering he had exam the next day. She did not want to be blame for his bad performance later on.

“Should I watch Tae’s drama to kill time?” grinning to herself, Seul made up her mind to catch the latest episode. As she expected, the boys had recorded every episode up till the latest one.

What a supportive boyfriend!

It took Seul a moment to remember the last episode she watched, then it came to her realization she was following the drama diligently every week. Seul never missed any episode since she watched this with her mother. Of course, her mother would watch it, we were talking about her so-called adoptive son on screen.

Satisfied with her choice, Seul sat with her leg cross on the couch gleefully. She was excited to see different side of Taehyung on screen. A side which could only be seen on screen. Indeed, BTS V nailed it so perfectly. There were times Taehyung would give her a call as soon as his drama aired that particular day just to hear her opinion. She couldn’t understand why her opinion matter in this anyways.

 “Seul-seul! Did you watch?” Taehyung’s voice croaked in happiness. Apart from his members comment, Taehyung anticipated Seul’s point of view every week caused him to automatically give the girl a call after a new episode aired.

Seul laughed softly at Taehyung’s weird antic “I watched it Tae” he hummed. “So how was it this week?” he chewed his lower lips knowing how bluntly honest she could be. Taehyung valued her honesty even though sometimes Seul would never leave her sassiness behind, he didn’t care. He basically grew up with Min Suga’s sarcasm so to hear something similar from Seul, he was already immune to it.

“Hurm.. do you want to hear the good one or the bad one first?” she poked fun making Taehyung pouted in his seat.

“I want to hear good one first” Seul could imagine Taehyung’s pouty lips as a protest whenever he was forced to make a complicated choice.

Pressing her lips together to suppress her laughter, Seul regained her composure to have a decent conversation with him “You are certainly better if we were to compare with the episode which you first appeared. You look natural and comfortable with your character now. As I mentioned before, I like how you portray your emotions through your deep eyes. It is not a joke. How did you do that?” she professed earnestly.

Her compliments flustered him “Urm…Thank you..You are flattering me”

“I am not..You really did well Tae. Don’t tell me you are blushing” she teased.

“YAH I AM NOT! Alright, I am ready to hear the bad one” Taehyung murmured under his breath with hope it was not as nasty as her first comment back then. “Listen carefully Kim Taehyung, I am about to say something that might hurt your heart” the tone of her voice was stern and cold.

“Ji Seul you are scaring me! Stop sounding so serious”

“I am trying to, okay give me a moment” he heard her heavy breathing at the end of the line as if she was in the middle of night work out. What was on her mind?

“Tae-ah..I think you are too adorable for me to handle. Shouldn’t Hansung be manlier?”

Taehyung gasped “Is that an insult?” her small giggle tickled his heart. “Or is it your way complimenting me?” he pressed. There were times he craved for this kind of attention from Seul, made him feel normal guy around his age. To have a simple conversation with a friend gave him tranquillity.

“Will you take that as an insult since you really hated cutesy stuff nowadays?”

“Armys think I am cute. I will live with that if it comes from Armys and you. Yah, I am serious. Tell me right now what is my flaw?” he insisted.

Seul shook her head “Couldn’t find it. You are a rookie, but you are doing great. My mom thinks your acting is real and she really into it. Don’t ask me who is her favourite character, because she is choosing you over Minho. Aren’t that too much that she’s giving extra attention on you?” Taehyung beamed.

“Why? Are you jealous that Ahjumma favours me more than you?”

“I am used to it, Bangtan boys this, Bangtan boys that. You can take my mom’s love, I have Eodeng and Eomuk to love me” he cringed at the response. “Ew, that simply means you have Jin hyung’s love. Those two brats are the mini Kim Seokjin” she rolled her eyes in process.

She retorted sarcastically “Who are you calling brat? You are the brat!”

 She found herself smiling at the memories, being with Taehyung made her comfortable. Something that she could feel whenever she’s with Jin and Hoseok. Returning her attention back to the screen, Seul watched the drama and clasped her hand excitedly.  A silly smile would appear on her face every time Taehyung appeared on screen along with small awe in between.

Few months ago, she ridiculed the power of Bangtan Sonyeondan on her now as time passed it slowly turned her into a fan. Guess, she was being supportive of her friends.

Yes, supportive sounds fitting.

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“Sejin hyung quick quick my bladder is about to explode” Jimin whiney voice filled the emptiness of the hallway. Other members stood sleepily behind him. Meanwhile, Jimin was getting impatient to finish his business inside. “Gosh, why are you so whiney” he pressed the button hurriedly, entering the password.

As soon as Jimin heard the beep, he squished his small body between the door and Sejin and ran inside ignoring the older guy that were already pressed against the wall.“That kid!” Sejin hissed while shaking his head. He gave a soft pat on Jungkook back, making the maknae moved inside with a big yawn “Get some sleep everyone, you need to be ready in 4 hours” he ordered.

Jungkook screeched softly feeling his muscle stiffened at the sight before him “Seul?” he stared in disbelief. Sleeping peacefully on the couch was Seul with Hwarang still running in the background. A soft smile spread across his face since the last time he saw her was two weeks ago. He almost lost his balance when he felt someone crashed against his body from back, Kim Taehyung groaned in frustration.

“Yah, Gukkie why are you blocking the way” his bangs were poking his eyes making it hard for him to see the obstacle in front of him. Furthermore, in this sleepy state everything appeared irrelevant to him except for his comfortable bed. Confused, Taehyung’s eyes followed Jungkook and upon it landed on Seul’s figure, his eyes widened in sheer surprise.

“Seul? Seul is here?” he spoke lowly fully aware that their manager was still there.

“What should we do? Sejin hyung is here!” Jungkook started to panic. The hyungs made their entrance with questionable look but soon they gawked at the scene in front of them. It would be a huge trouble if their manager found out about Seul. The chances of her being fired was high.

It is 5 A.M why is she not home? Yoongi cursed, taking a glance at Sejin whom thankfully still at the doorstep gathering bags in process. Everyone was trying to come up with ways to hide Seul or to face Sejin’s wrath in a minute. Without wasting any time, Taehyung marched forward taking Seul in his arm casually surprising everybody in the room.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi inquired with concern look.

“We need to hide her”

“Yes, but where?”

“Lets just bring her to my room” Taehyung suggested earning a low protest from Yoongi and Jin. Nonetheless, they followed him afterwards.

Seul stirred in her sleep a little and snuggled her face at the crook of his neck, liking the familiar smell and warmth. Even in her sleep, she knew how to play with his heart. Taehyung tried to control himself from smiling foolishly as his main concern right now was to hide Seul from Sejin.

“I will distract Sejin hyung” Jungkook blurted out and quickly dashed to the main door followed by Hoseok behind. Namjoon and Jin assisted Taehyung to his room, opening the door for him so he could move Seul to safer place.

 “Hyung I forgot my headphones!” “Me too I forgot my-my game console!” Hoseok and Jungkook hollered in unison causing the older guy to eye them suspiciously.

He wiggled his finger to his headphone which hang loosely around his neck “That is your headphone Hobi and as for you Jungkook, I didn’t see you play any games today let alone having your game console with you” closing the door behind him, he placed the bags on the floor.

Hoseok gulped nervously exchanging nervous look with Jungkook “Urm…Sorry I seem to forget, but really I forgot something in the van!” he tried his luck one more time to convince Sejin. They knew it was not easy to lie on his face since he could read them so easily. Their manager knew when the boys were hiding something, like right now.

“I smell fear and lies. What are you hiding from me?” he quirked his brows prying answers out from the two boys before him.  

“Nothing, nothing” Jungkook palmed his hand against the wall awkwardly with a sheepish smile. He heard the commotion behind him meaning the hyungs were doing something about Seul, though he had no idea how much time they needed for him to stall their manager.

“If it is nothing, why are you blocking my way? Is there something that I shouldn’t see?”

Hoseok held both his palm out while cracking a nervous chuckle in between “Jimin.. I mean Jimin peed in his pant and it is disgusting. We have to clean the floor first. It is dirty, you can’t walk” Hoseok facepalmed at his idiotic ideas. It sounded ridiculous.

“YAH WHO PEED IN PANTS?” clueless Jimin exited the bathroom as his eyes threw daggers at Hoseok way. Hoseok grinded his teeth together chasing Jimin away from the scene but of course he would not budge even an inch. Park Jimin was persistent to begin with. He never let anyone taint his name.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his head in frustration ‘Jimin-ssi, can you be a little cooperative. Why out of all time’ the manager did not buy the boys lies so he forced himself inside. Being tall giving him advantage to dominate the boys. His eyes scanned the empty living room with suspicion whilst Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok were having their secret banter behind.

“The caretaker came to clean the place?” he noticed the cleanliness of the place as he made his way to the kitchen. “I guess…” Hoseok murmured silently.

“Jimin-ssi, Seul is here we are trying to stall him! You are ruining the plan” Jungkook whispered under his breath making the shorter guy gasped realizing his own mistake. When he dashed inside, he didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone in the dorm. If and only he realized it sooner this thing could be prevented. The three musketeers kept their eyes on the manager hyung whom busy inspecting every corner of their place.

Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi exited Taehyung’s room as their eyes spotted the three boys stood in line with their hands neatly together, they shot them a bewildered look “Yah are you crazy! Don’t act suspicious, hyung might find out!” Namjoon scowled lowly afraid that the older guy overheard him.

“Get into your room now and act naturally” Jin mouthed them. The three musketeers scurried off almost bumping into each other before each of them got into their room without trouble. The sound of heavy footstep alarmed the remaining members, and they decided to avoid their manager at all cost.

 On the other hand, Taehyung had already changed into his pyjamas in order to appear more convincing in case their manager decided to appear magically in his room. From time to time he threw a nervous glance at the door feared to witness an unwelcoming sight. Judging from the message in their group chat, Sejin was inspecting every nook and cranny of the dorm started from Jungkook. Taehyung’s room is a room away from him that scared the shit out of him.

He stared at Seul while trying to find perfect way to hide her from their manager. “Screw this” caressing his fluffy hair out of frustration, he turned off the main light and slipped under the cover beside Seul. Taehyung bit his lower lips, apologizing non-stop since he was about to initiate something inappropriate. The girl was unconscious, and he was literally touching her without her consent.

She will understand, she will. Taehyung prayed in his head that Seul would not wake up until this nerve wrecking scene ended.

“Fuck” his eyes rounded upon seeing the shadow behind the creak of his door. Using his long hand to reach the lamp on his night stand, he switched off swiftly. Taehyung pulled the cover under his chin, wrapping one of his arm securely around Seul’s waist. His heart pounded due to the proximity and it doubled when he heard Sejin’s footstep approaching his room.

His body froze when he felt Seul making a slight move in his embrace. On the bright side, she’s not awake however her face was buried deeply in his chest. The heavy lump on his throat caused his breath to hitch.

Ji Seul, what are you.

“Taehyung-ah, are you asleep” Taehyung snapped out his thought, and brought Seul’s body closer to him. He shut his eyes tight pretended to sleep with hope they wouldn’t get caught by their manager today. Not today, they couldn’t risk losing Seul.

Sejin twisted the door knob, poking his head inside. He squeezed his eyes to adjust to the darkness “Guess, he is asleep. That was fast” he mumbled. Taehyung’s mind overloaded with negative thoughts and his heart thumped crazily that he swore the eerie silence in his room adding the tension. The sound of the footsteps sounded so close yet unclear. He was sure it was just few steps closer from his bed. Like a reflex, Taehyung tightened his arm around Seul’s keeping her close.

Exasperating a soft sigh, he was relieved when the sound of the footsteps faded away. The soft slam came from the door convinced Taehyung that his manager had left the room, yet he did not want risk getting caught, so he stayed like a statue for few minutes. Taehyung grinned upon hearing Sejin’s faint voice behind the door “Park Jimin, I told you to sleep. Why are you still standing there?” Sejin frowned.

Jimin cleared his throat awkwardly “Is..Tae asleep?”

“Yes, his room is dark, and I bet he is asleep”

“D-d-dark what?” Jimin continued to curse something vulgar in his head. After finding out Seul was in Taehyung’s room he couldn’t help but to worry. It triggered his protective instinct and jealousy. He couldn’t let his guard down just because Taehyung is his best friend even though Tae was never vocal about his feelings for Seul, his man’s instinct could not be wrong. Something bloomed whenever they were together.

The older guy snapped him out from his deep thought “What is wrong with you? Go sleep and stop worrying about Tae. Clock is ticking Jiminie, you don’t want to miss even an hour worth of sleep” he exclaimed.

“Fine, I am sleeping” his lower lips puckered out of habit.

“I will be here around 10, make sure everyone is ready by then” Jimin nodded obediently and threw a final glance at Taehyung’s door. Everything will be fine, Jimin convinced his racing heart.  

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Groggily, Seul forced her heavy lids to open and that when she realized the unusual warmth behind her. Seul squinted her eyes one last time in order for her foggy brain to function properly. A small light from the curtain illuminated the dark room but was not enough for Seul to get a clear view of it. On top of all, she was beyond relief that her outfits were still intact, remain untouchable. Meaning no funny business happened. At least, she was not kidnapped by some sasaeng fans, she hoped.

‘I swear I was in the living room watching Hwarang’ she grew frustrated of her failure in retrieving her memory. Seul couldn’t recall whether the boys were back home or not. Shrugging her unimportant thought away, Seul fisted the sheets under her gathering her courage to face the individual behind her.

Seul, move slowly don’t wake up the tiger.

Shifting under the sheet, she changed her position slightly to face Taehyung. In 3,2,1 she was ready to see whoever beside her but to her surprise, someone was cradling her head halting her earlier intention to catch the culprit.

“Seul, you awake?” his voice trailed off. She recognized that voice.

Seul touched his hand “Jungkook?” she whispered in daze.

His low yet squeaky chuckle made her smile “Yes, it is me. Come on let’s get up quietly. We don’t want to wake Tae hyung” Jungkook stroked his hand down to her waist, slowly sweeping her off from the bed.

Setting Seul down on the ground, she inquired “Tae? I am in his room. How?” Jungkook let out another adorable giggle, embracing her tight. “You fell asleep while watching hyung’s drama. Let’s talk outside” while keeping Seul in his embrace, they exited Taehyung’s room at ease.

She pulled away making an abrupt stop facing the giggly maknae, why was he in good mood today. “Tell me why I am in Tae’s room? I thought I was kidnapped!” she pursed her lips in annoyance.

“Sejin hyung was here, so we had no choice but to hide you”

“Hiding me in Taehyung’s room? How clever” she wheezed.

“Then you wish to be in my room instead?” Jungkook look amused as playful smirk spread on his handsome face.

She squirmed under his intense gaze “I didn’t mean it that way, you could wake me up. I can hide in the closet and leave afterwards” he sent a disapproval glare at her way.

“No way we are making you walk alone at that time, now stop complaining” he took few steps forward, pulling the sulky girl into another tight hug. Jungkook nuzzled the top of her head, exhaling a low sigh “I miss you” he murmured.

Her heart did the weird dance again, “You woke up early today, I thought you were not an early riser” she wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug with equal passion. “You think I can sleep knowing you’re sleeping on the same bed as Tae hyung?” he said sulkily.

Seul giggled “Are you jealous? Then, I blame it on you for letting Tae got into the way” her tease making the visible frown on his forehead two times thicker. She looked up “Aigoo, you may develop wrinkles at this age” her hand smoothed his eyebrows, giving it a soft caress along the shape.

Closing his eyes with a soft hum, Jungkook let himself drown under Seul’s magic touch “You are losing your baby fat again. I don’t like that” she gave his cheek a soft stroke with a slight frown.

“Don’t worry I will earn that back after our promotion ended. Besides, I had a good breakfast every day thanks to you. Did you come late at night for your work just to prepare those meal for us?” he pecked her fingers, interlacing it with his.

“You guys are barely home so I thought it is wise to change my caretaking schedule a little. On the bright side, I can prepare breakfast for you guys. I bet Jin had no time to prepare proper food for all of you, I don’t want to wear him out” her eyes glimmered in concern. The mere thought of filling seven empty stomach washed away the worries in her.

Jungkook protested “But that’s mean you will be walking home alone, and it is not safe”

“About that, my mom made Hoon picked me up from work every day. Don’t worry, I will be fine. Worry about yourself, you need to eat healthily. Stop skipping meals” she cringed. “I saw your Vlive, all of you look dead tired. And, I am sorry I couldn’t make it to your Wings tour last week. I had to fill in for Sera” she sighed.

His hand skimmed, featherlight, over her shoulders “It is okay, it is just the opening tour this year, I will make sure you attend the next one. Hobi hyung and Jin hyung were not happy that you couldn’t make it to our concert. However since you bribed them with food the day after, they lowkey claimed that it was okay for you not to attend as long as you prepared yummy food to make it up to them” she chuckled at their silliness.

“As expected, how easy it was to persuade those two. Don’t remind me the long ass text that they sent to me showing off their protest and resentment” Seul’s face scrunched a little at the vivid memories. Jungkook laughed along and the couple continued their conversation in the kitchen. Seul reheat the food for the boys to savour when they woke up with Jungkook’s help.

“I think I need to go before your manager come. Oh, say hi to everyone” she hung her apron carefully and gathered her belongings. Meanwhile, Jungkook continued to sulk behind, “Can’t you stay for breakfast? It is still early, hyung will be here around 10” his voice was a little more than a whisper but in cutesy way.

She flashed him a soft smile “I can’t Jungkook maybe next time. I have an errand to run” he watched her back as she made her way to the entrance. “I want to meet you again before we fly off to America next month” Jungkook leaned against the wall with one hand inside his pocket.

She saw the disappointment in his eyes, so she walked up to him. Dazed Jungkook set his eyes on Seul as the girl tiptoed a little giving a soft peck on his lips “There. I will see you around, don’t miss me too much” a sweet rush of embarrassment coursed through Jungkook.

“O..kay..” his eyes sparkled causing Seul to chuckle. Jungkook might be a little blunt in showing his affection towards her, but whenever she initiated the skinship first, the guy would turn into a total baby.

Seul was about to push the door getting ready to leave but only to be greeted by Sejin’s confused face. She felt an extreme fear in her system, was she caught for real now? Fuck, she muttered.

“Who are you?” he pushed the door wider to see Jungkook stood frozen behind Seul with an extremely disturbed face.

“Hyung…You are urm.. early?” his voice broke into a small shriek.

Quirking his eyebrows, the older guy stepped inside closing the door behind him carefully “You have a long explanation to do Jeon Jungkook. To the lounge now. I want everyone in the room. 5 minutes” his voice was rough and Seul felt like pissing in her jeans.

Seul swallowed a heavy lump on her throat “When I said everyone, that includes you Miss” he pushed the glass back on the bridge of his nose, leaving astounded Jungkook and Seul behind. Jungkook made eye contact with Seul and they exchanged looks of panic and questions.

   This work belongs to  Chimswae © 2020. All Rights Reserved

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house of cards 10 | kth v. jjk

House of Cards

The Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6|Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Subtitle: V for Valiant  

Characters: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (Mentions of Jimin x Reader in the past)

Categories: Fluff, Angst, Suspense

AU(s):College!AU, Stalker!AU, Best Friends!AU

Word Count: 2,324

Sypnosis: Some people see life in black and white, and others see it in brown and blue, but Kim Taehyung only sees it in red and you.

WARNING: Mentions of minor character death, violence, abuse

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The sounds of an ambulance brings Taehyung back to the night that he lost you. He hates how vivid his memories are: how metallic the taste of blood is, how cold your body is against his own, the sounds of his father yelling at him for focusing on saving the wrong person. He can’t stop thinking about it as he is thrpown back into the abyss of his memories of when he lost you. However, his memories are not kind enough to bring him back to just you. It brings him back to Hansung. 

“I thought Appa said that we couldn’t go here?” Hansung asked Taehyung. Despite being the smaller of the two boys, he tended to make the more well-informed decisions. He tugged at the shirt of Taehyung who seems to only be focused on you. “Hyung..”

Even at seven, it seemed that Taehyung only knew how to keep his eyes on you. He was always eager to tie your shoes, carry your backpack, hold your hand when you walked across the street.  Hansung always hated that. You weren’t even his brother. 

“I want to see the flowers!” You chirped back to Hansung as you follow behind Taehyung. Ever since Taehyung had mentioned the secret hiding spot that his siblings and him played in when their parents fought, you always wanted to visit. “Taehyung-oppa says that they’re very pretty! It calms him down.”

The memories come back in full force like head cinema and Taehyung wants it off. HE hates seeing Hansung’s face after all of these years. It makes his heart break even more that after all of these years, you still never learned to trust him agan despite his effort to always make sure that you were safe. It hurts knowing that he won’t ever be as close to you as he had been when the two of you were young. 

It almost makes Taehyung feel bad that he discards Hansung from his thoughts so prematurely. He remembers the sly child, who often blamed Taehyung when he broke things; about all the times where the family vase broke mysteriously and Taehyung had decided to be a good big brother who took the punishment. The very thought of it makes Taehyung wince, fingering his back from the countless times that his father had burned him with cigarette butts.

Hansung has to bite back his tongue from quipping about how annoying you are. He hates how much attention you get from Taehyung. Who even gave you the right to spend so much time of them when you had a family of your own? With parents who didn’t fight all the time. He hated that you always managed to be by Taehyung’s side. You must have been an idiot to want to hang out with two kids that had to leave home everyday just to have fun, Hansung thinks to himself.  “You’re ugly.” was the only thing that Hansung can muster to say as he pushes past you to follow Taehyung who was trekking through the uncut forests.

“W-what?” Your bottom lip trembles as you let go of Taehyung’s sleeve to look at Hansung. “No I’m not.”

Hansung doesn’t skip a beat. “Yes, you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.” 

You frown deeply before stomping your foot. “No I’m not!” You scream before turning away to chase after Taehyung. He was so much nicer to you despite Hansung being your age. You immediately feel secure when his hand is in yours and beam happily back to Taehyung. 

“Is everything alright?” Taehyung asks you with a gentle smile. You only nod in reply before turning away from him to take in the surroundings.

The three of you had gathered to see the overgrown flowers that often grew on the trail towards the shore that the two boys always went to. Despite not being well kept, the shore still managed to look beautiful with the lighthouse’s deteriorating paint. The squaw from the seagulls filled your ears as they flew overhead. It almost looked like a paradise lost and the five year old you could have not dreamt of a better place. You were thankful that Taehyung thought of you enough to share his hideout. Taehyung was careful to guide the two of you towards the shore; lifting Hansung up first and then you before joining you two lastly.

“The flowers!” You exclaim as you notice a few wild dandelions bursting through the cracks of concrete. You were even surprised to see that a couple of water lilies had been placed there despite looking unnatural. “Taehyungie! Come look at this.” You exclaim before tugging him over to you.

It started off simple. That’s what Taehyung remembers fondly of that memory. He had known of Hansung’s supreme dislike of you, but he had never known how deep his hatred for you had ran. If he had known, he would have never invited you to the shore with him that day. The last thing that Taehyung had wanted to do was to put you in harm’s way. That was simply not his intention. Yet, that was Taehyung’s fault. He always took his intentions more seriously than anyone else’s. 

“Why is she always here, hyung?!” Hansung screams at Taehyung as he watches you stare up at him with wide, confused eyes. “I-I hate her!” He yells.

Taehyung’s eyes widen at Hansung’s words. “What? What are you talking about? She is our friend-”

“I want her to go away, hyung.” Hansung says darkly before his eyes averted to where you stood. Hansung immediately walks over to you before pulling up the flowers and throwing them into your face. "Why can't you find your own family?! Why do you have to come to ours?" He screams before pushing you back so hard that your back hits the pavement. "Why can't you just disappear?"

“Stop!” You scream in response before trying to force yourself up, but Hansung only kicks your side to keep you down. You immediately whimper while clutching your side.

"Hansung! What's going on?" Taehyung screams before he immediately pulls Hansung off of you. “Stop that!” He immediately turns to you to make sure that you are okay; his hands immediately touching all over your head to discern if there were anything bad. “Hansung!” He screams as he pulls his hand away to be met with crimson.

“I-is she okay?” Hansung stutters out as he notices your eyes becoming droopy in Taehyung’s arms. 

“We need to go.” Taehyung says immediately as he tries to help you up. His only thoughts are to get you home where your parents could figure out what to do. He was only seven after all, but his life experiences made him years beyond that.  

“Leave her.” Hansung quips in response to Taehyung’s widened eyes. 

“What? No!” Taehyung says before holding you closer to his chest.

Hansung gulps hard as he stares at Taehyung and shakes his head. “Hyung. Would you save me if you had to?”

“Yes. Yes. Of course I wo-” Taehyung doesn’t answer fast enough, flustered at the question.

Hansung doesn’t say anything else. His piercing dark brown eyes stare into Taehyung’s own before he takes a deep breath. “Hyung.” He says with a sniffle as his own eyes begin to well up with tears. He immediately begins running towards Taehyung to hug him before tripping over a rusted chain from one of the old boat ports. “Hy-hyung!” He screams before his screams are no longer heard. What happens next immediately etches itself into Taehyung’s mind as he watches his younger brother fall over the railing.

“H-hansung!” Taehyung screams, half of his name breaking in his throat as he immediately puts you down to follow after him. He immediately climbs over the other side of the railing and jumps into the water. It welcomes him like an ice bath but Taehyung’s only thoughts are Hansung, Hansung, Hansung. 

Hansung, his little brother. Hansung, his little brother who couldn’t swim, Hansung his little brother who he took the punishment for just so he wouldn’t bare the same scares as him. For as long as Taehyung could remember, his father had blamed him for what happened to Hansung. His father never had a shortage of ridicule that brought Taehyung back to the day where he lost his baby brother and forced himself to lose you too.

It was that day that Taehyung swore that he wouldn’t lose you in the same way as his brother. He never once wanted you to suffer the same fate and did all that he oculd in his power to make it so that you would never know the pain, anguish, or heartbreak of losing someone. He still remembers how he said goodbye to you. 

Taehyung knew that he was broken. He was well aware that he was damaged goods that no one else could have wanted. His father never loved him and he could not even protect the ones that he loved. Who was he to be deserving of you? He wasn’t. 

Taehyung knew that you would never love him in the same way that he loved you. He was not that delusional, especially considering what he did. Yet, he did wish that in the future that the two of you could move on from it. 

Taking him away from his thoughts, he is slumped into the cold metal chair of the police station, across from Officer Kim Namjoon. He has to swallow hard, finding himself trying to stay calm. 

“Name?” Namjoon asks with a soft tone as he opens up the form.

“Kim Taehyung.” Taehyung says as he stares at Namjoon. His eyes are bloodshot from crying. His palms are painted crimson with the remnant of his father’s blood. “Is he okay-”

“Age?” Namjoon asks without acknowledging his words. 

“22.” Taehyung answers with his head hung low. He was only a senior in university. He slumps more into the chair.

Namjoon nods slowly before he finishes looking over Taehyung’s file and glances over his figure. “I see that you are the police chief’s son.” 

“I am. Now is he okay?” Taehyung asks, evading the question. He was scared. He hated his father, but he never wanted to kill him. If he wanted to kill anyone, Jungkook was at the top of his list for being such a pain in the ass. “Please tell me if my father is-”

“Mr. Kim, would you mind telling me what happened?” Namjoon asks, eyes staring at Taehyung as though he could cut through him. “Because from your sister’s account, it appears that you acted out in self-defense. Do you corroborate this claim?”

Taehyung takes in a deep breath. He knew that his father had a tight hold on all the officers in the department. After all, that was the way that he was able to land Jungkook awaiting a hearing. “No.” He says, with his head held down low. If he had said yes, Taehyung knew that he would have to explain about his father abusing him, his sister, and his mother. He knew tht the reputation of his father preceded his own. “I was acting irrationally-”

“Are you confessing to this then?” Namjoon replies with a raise of his brow. “Are you openly acknowledging that you did this with the intent to kill?” 

Taehyung looks up at Namjoon. He almost feels as though he knows everything with the way that he looks at him. That he knows that Jungkook is being falsely accused, that he knows that Taehyung is so in love with you that he even brought Jimin back from the hospital in hopes that he would smooth things often over him. “No… no…” Taehyung shakes his head. “I..I just.” He pauses before swallowing. “My father and I were having a disagreement-”

“So you tried to kill him out of anger?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen as he shakes his head. “N-no! We were just talking and then we disagreed-”

Namjoon rubs his temples before stopping to type at his computer. “Taehyung, the way that you are speaking is incoherent right now. How did you sustain those injuries of four broken ribs and the cut under your lip? Did you have those prior to your disagreement with your father?”

“No.” Taehyung whispers as he glances away from Namjoon, scratching at the table. This officer was too smart for his own good. “I-I got used to being his punching bag, but I can’t be okay with him hitting my sister. I-I wasn’t thinking. She kept screaming for him to stop but he just ignored her. He kept yelling, screaming, not letting go and I just couldn’t take it.” Taehyung’s words slur together as his normally cool disposition melts and Namjoon is typing away every word that he says. 

Namjoon pauses to look back behind him, where Officers Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin stand listening. It almost feels like deja vu. “Mr. Kim Taehyung.. Are you aware of the accusations that you are bringing forth against police chief Kim?”

“Yes.” Taehyung replies simply before he swallows hard. He had lost too many people. He had lost his brother. He had lost his mother.  He had lost Jimin. And now, he was losing you because of Jungkook. He couldn’t help but think of the disgust that you held for him when he learned that he was the one stalking you after all of this time. “I also have another allegation.”

Seokjin and Hoseok share a look of confusion. 

Taehyung swallows so hard that his Adam’s apple bobs before looking at Namjoon. “My father is framing Jeon Jungkook for something that I did.”

And just like that, the house of cards tumbled.

- - - - 

End of part 1.

- -  - - 

The cat is finally out of the bag! How do you feel about finally learning who Hansung is? And Taehyung confessing?

And yes. This is the end of  part 1. 

Don’t be a silent reader! feel free to send me your thoughts, feelings, or ideas.

xx, 

thatbangtanbloom 

[hwarangs-say-what]

“This is silly.”

Taehyung playfully tried to move Hansung’s hands as the other resisted. The two of them were laughing at four o’clock in the morning and it was a miracle that no one came by to complain about their noises they were making. “Hansung-ah,” Taehyung tried to speak clearly but only burst into more laughter before he could continue. “We’re alone. Just do it!” 

It was those rare moments between shoots where the two of them would meet alone in Taehyung’s shared dorm and spend time together. With summer going on and everyone else returning home while the other member remained for his shoot, he had the whole place to himself and Hansung frequently visited him to do whatever they wanted. Sometimes they traveled to eat at different stores or shop for clothes no one in Silla have ever heard of before. (”Is Gucci some kind of strange delicacy, Taehyungie-hyung?”), but there were also nights were they simply confined themselves into the dorms. This was one of those nights, and the older one was begging for the other to do something. 

At first, Hansung tried to come up with whatever excuse he can to not do it, things like “I don’t remember” and “I’m too embarrassed to do it” echoed throughout the room, and only the motionless Ryan and Brown dolls that lay on the other of the two beds seemed to hear them. “Come on,” Taehyung whined, “you can do it fast if you want to. In fact, the best way to do this move is to do it as fast as possible. It will be done in a milisecond if you try!”

Hansung was embarrassed  to do so, but he was persuaded by his older friend’s cuteness at the moment. The younger gave in, but hesitantly. “If I do it, will you go to bed so that you can have more energy for the shoot tomorrow?” He put his hands on his hips, and Taehyung playfully mirrored him in response. That was right... He had a scene to do tomorrow and his actor hyungs had reprimanded him when he said he didn’t sleep much the night before. It felt rather weird that Hansung, of all people, was acting like a big brother to him when the younger of the two was often babied instead by the other. He’s growing up, Taehyung thought. It felt like a similar ache he and the other BTS members felt when they see their own maknae growing up as well. Hansung’s orders still didn’t sound mature and it made the two of them laugh when he tried to be serious. The older one shook his head to get back to what he was trying to get the other to do at first. “Deal,” he finally gave in. “Just do it now before I die of laughter!” 

Swiftly, Hansung bent his right arm over his face and stretched his left arm outwards to his left side. It was sudden and quick, but the moonlight caught it all and Taehyung rolled onto his bed laughing and clapping like a sea lion. Hansung covered his face in embarrassment but also laughed along too before plopping himself on the same bed. “Never again,” he giggled as Taehyung also did the same thing Hansung did a few moments ago. “I can’t believe you guys like doing this so much.” 

“The dab is the best dance move ever created in the 2st century, my friend. And you finally did it. Share that move to your friends in Silla. I bet it will be a hit in Okta and get you all the ladies you want. ”

Hansung rolled his eyes but laughed at Taehyung’s response. The two struggled to catch their breaths before the older spoke again. The moonlight continued to shine on them as the laughter died down and the remaining minutes of the night became peaceful.

“Hey, you know a friend of Jungkook and mine dabs every morning when he wakes up?”

“No way. He’s crazy.”

AN: Basically the story of Hansung dabbing for the first time, because I’m having a hard time with the actual story and this idea came up. He eventually becomes addicted to dabbing after seeing the other maknae line doing it and realizing he’s getting a lot of pussy when he did it at Okta later on. I’ll post the link to the final story when it’s done, but you’re welcome to send any ideas that can help me write it better. Also, I have a tag for the this story and the headcannons that go alone with it using #timetravel so check it out!

I kind of put in some subtle references in there, and a reference to the Dab King himself. (Does he still dab every morning when he wakes up?)

[krreader]

save me | chapter 3.

pairing: suk hansung x reader ; kim taehyung x reader (platonic) fandom: hwarang ; bts warnings: non idol!au ; alternate reality!au ; mentions of death ; language genre: angst ; fluff ; possible smut previous: 1 ; 2 

summary: taehyung has been your best friend for so long, almost as long as he has been sick. but now it was getting worse and for some reason, the only person that has any idea as to why that is, is a lunatic that tells you it’s because taehyung is connected to someone from another universe. and then you suddenly find yourself on a quest in an alternate reality, trying to prevent the death of a boy named hansung, so that your best friend could live. however, developing feelings for the hwarang member hadn’t exactly been the plan..

a/n: I know there hasn’t been much interaction between hansung and the reader yet, but if you couldn’t tell by that ending, it’s going to change soon! (((((((((: need to build the plot after all (and also, ahro x reader friendship is something that I value a lot so bear with me)

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Imagine growing up with someone that you love so much, that the thought of them just disappearing one day is slowly killing you from the inside. Imagine.. imagine watching that person die right in front of you, slipping away from you more and more each day and there is nothing you can do. Imagine not remembering a day where you had seen them happy, healthy and alright.

But now.. now you see the face of that person right in front of you, looking not just alright, but healthy.

Safe.

In that moment, it wouldn't matter that it wasn't really him. That this man in front of you wasn’t actually Taehyung. He had his face. He looked okay. And you had been so desperate to see him look okay that your brain shut off completely.

It was only when you leaned back, cupped Hansung's face and you stared into his eyes that you realized they weren't quite his..

Taehyung always had this glint in his eyes when he looked at you. It was like.. when you looked at him, you felt at peace. You were at home..

..but he didn't have that.

No, Hansung only looked at you in confusion, probably asking himself who the hell you were.

However, before he could ask you that, an older man entered the room and ruined your moment of happiness.

“Ah.. I thought I heard a female voice,” all heads immediately whipped towards him. From the looks of it, the guys knew exactly who he was and all looked like they had been caught doing something that wasn't allowed to be done. However, you didn’t have a clue who this man was and why everyone was suddenly looking like a deer caught in headlights, “Sneaking in your girlfriends isn't allowed.”

“She's..-” Sooho started, while you at the same time said: “I'm..-”

And then the one person beat you to it that you didn't think would make an appearance tonight, “She's with me,” Ahro stood behind the old man with a smile, “Forgive me that I didn't tell you about my friend, but she only arrived today.”

“Sneaking in your friends is not allowed either.”

“I know, but she's not just a friend,” Ahro quickly crossed the room and hooked her arm with yours, “She's a.. doctor. Not from here, as you can tell by her.. well.. everything. But she's very talented and will be an asset to Hwarang.”

“She is!” Sooho quickly added, “She was the one that saved me today!”

“Trust me,” Ahro smiled sweetly, “She's going to be your best chance if you want all of the Hwarang students to survive.”

Well, that sounded.. bad? What the hell were these people doing here exactly? You had thought this was like a boarding school or something.

“And why is she in here, then? Don't you know where your place is, girl?”

You took a deep breath, almost telling him to fuck off, if it weren't for Ahro pinching your arm and saying: “Again, she's new around here. I'll show her where to go and where not to go tomorrow morning. This won't happen again, I promise.”

The old man seemed to still be suspicious of you as he looked you up and down, but he also trusted Ahro. So with a huff, he turned back around and left, everyone in the room letting out a relieved sigh.

“That was close,” Sooho said.

“And whose fault was that?” Ahro was clearly pissed. Understandable. And even though you wanted to turn back to Hansung, she pulled you out before you could.

“No, wait, I need to talk to him..-”

“Not now! Not after this. You and me need to talk!”

And so before you had the chance, you were already dragged away again, throwing your not-best friend one last look to remember him like this for now.

And it was only when you and her were gone, that all eyes were on Hansung.

“Taehyung? Is that.. your nickname or something?”

“No,” Hansung shook his head, still staring at the door with his lips slightly parted, “I.. I don't know who that is.”

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Ahro looked at you in fury, her hands on her waist, “I knew something was up when you suddenly disappeared with Sooho! I knew you'd do something stupid!”

“Then why did you help me, if I'm such a burden to you?”

“Because..-” but then she calmed down all of a sudden, as if she remembered something. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, “Because I saw everything. I saw how you started crying when you saw him.. I heard how you called him Taehyung.. and.. I know what that feels like. Seeing your brother again.. when you thought he was dead.”

Your stories might not be exactly the same, but she was able to feel for you. Relate to you. And she knew you had been sincere when you had hugged him. Because she looked and felt like that too when she was able to hug her brother again.

“Taehyung isn't dead yet. And he won't die, if I can prevent Hansung's death.”

For a second she just blinked at you, then she sat down on the stairs, you joining her a moment latter, “You make no sense to me, (Y/N). But.. I want to believe you. I want to believe that you're here for a good reason,” she turned her head to look at you, before saying: “So I'm going to help you.”

That would most certainly make all of this easier, especially if you could run around freely, if she kept the whole 'You're working with me' act up.

You carefully reached over to hold her hand and even though she wasn't used to this kind of skinship, she smiled and looked back up into your eyes, “Thank you. You won't regret this, I promise.”

“Rise and shine,” Ahro threw a Hanbok onto your sleeping body, “You need to change into this if you want to look like everyone else around here. And we need to do something about your hair.”

You blinked a couple of times, trying to get rid of the sleep that was still begging you to come back, before you slowly sat up and let your hands brush over the material of the dress, “It's super soft..”

“What are you waiting for? Get dressed so I can show you around.”

Yes.

That was probably important.

You needed to know the layout of this. Most importantly, you needed to know where Hansung's room was, since that of last night seemed to be Sohoo’s and not Hangung’s. And you needed to find out who held a grudge against him, so that you could either warn him, or talk to that person yourself and tell him not to lay a finger on him or else he'd regret it. Not for Hansung's sake, but for Tae's.

You quickly – or as quickly as you could – changed into the Hanbok and walked out, looking a bit lost.

“Is.. is this right?”

“It is.. you look pretty,” she smiled and pushed you onto a chair a moment later, beginning to brush your hair back, “First things first. If you want me to help you, you need to listen to what I say, alright? I don't want you wandering off and getting into trouble anymore, because that's going to get me in trouble.”

“Alright.”

“Good. Then what's the plan?”

“The plan?”

“The plan to save Hansung, obviously.”

“Right. The plan,” yeah, what the hell was the plan? You had no fucking idea, didn't even really know how he was going to die. From poising, yes, but would someone else poison him? Would he accidentally poison himself? And what kind of poisoning? In his food? Because of a cut? A drink, perhaps? “Well.. the thing is.. all I know is that he will die because he'll get poisoned. But I don't know the details.”

“Poison.. that makes everything more difficult,” Ahro nodded, “I'll ask around. I think you're best off if you focus on him and I focus on the poison. If you could earn his trust, he might tell you something that is important.”

Your mouth curled into a smile.

“This almost sounds like we're a team..”

She had thought about it. She had told herself that this was a horrible idea and that it would probably get her into so much trouble, but she liked to believe in fate. Whoever you were, wherever you came from, there had to be a reason. She'd trust you for now and hoped you wouldn't betray that trust. For Hansung's sake. And maybe for her own. So that she finally had someone to talk to in here, “We are. For now.”

“I won't let you down, Ahro. I know I kind of fucked up last night, but..-”

“Fucked up?” she furrowed her eyebrows, then her eyes widened, “Is that a curse word?”

“Wow.. I really have to teach you a lot,” you chuckled.

“I think it's the other way around, but sure,” she grinned, suddenly feeling like with a bit of luck, she could call you a friend one day.

The spent the first day learning all the necessities there were to know about Hwarang. What exactly was Hwarang, why was Hwarang formed, who to talk to, who to steer clear of and so on and so on..

“You have a queen?” your eyes widened when Ahro and you peaked around the corner, watching the queen talk to one of her advisers.

“You don't?”

“Ahro.. the more I tell you about myself, the more you're going to think I'm crazy.”

“I already think you're crazy, but in a nice way,” she shrugged, “Don't talk to the queen, though. Don't even look at her. I don't think she likes.. people.”

“Yeah, she looks the sort.”

“Anyways, the boys are out for today, so you and I could go to the market? I could show you around? Maybe even introduce you to my father?”

“I'm not planning on staying here, you know? The less connections I have to this place the easier it'll be for me to leave.”

Not that staying was even an option for you.

You had a best friend waiting for you at home that by the time of your return would hopefully be as healthy as you had never seen him before.

“I'm not introducing you to him because I want you to become part of the family,” she hooked her arm with yours and walked towards the front gate, “What you did with Sohoo.. how you saved him.. I would like my father to meet you, because I feel like you could teach us a thing or two.”

“What you've seen is what I know. Taehyung used to faint a lot and I had to perform CPR in some cases. I never did anything else than that.”

“Then teach us that. I feel like it could be useful.”

Well, it was the least you could do for helping you with all this. Were you in her shoes, you probably wouldn't have reacted to all this like she had. You would have called the cops if someone like her suddenly showed up on your doorstep, thinking she was a crazy addict or something.

She showed you around the market for the next hour, while simultaneously giving you a history lesson. It was insane how little you knew about all of this, so you definitely needed to be brought up to speed and she had a talent for doing that in such a short amount of time. She also told you how to behave here and what to say and not say. Especially that you should try not to curse so much, even if most people here didn't know your curse words.

“It's simply not appropriate.”

“Like you're little Miss Perfect,” you furrowed your eyebrows as she sat down to have a beer with you, “Pretty sure that isn't lady like either.”

“Are you going to educate me or are you going to join me?”

Alcohol was maybe not a bad idea after everything that had happened. And since Hansung wasn't even in the camp right now..

“So,” was the first thing Ahro said when you sat down, “Here's my theory about you: you're a time traveler. You're actually from the future, which is why you were dressed the way you were dressed when you came here, landed right in front of my door and talk so funnily, while also knowing nothing about our time.”

“You're awfully open about that idea.”

“I always loved stories. Any kind of stories. And I've always read about these kinds when I was younger,” she shrugged, taking a sip of her bear, “So.. is it true?”

Ah, fuck this.

She wanted the truth? Here we go.

You took a big sip of your beer and wiped your mouth clean afterwards, saying: “Partly. To be honest with you, I don't know half of it myself, but what you're saying isn't that far off. It's just that this isn't really my world. Not just my time, but also not my world.”

“How come you're here then? Did you just.. stumble upon a time machine?”

“No.. no, there was this man. I have no idea who he was, but he told me about the connection between Hansung and Taehyung. He had a.. machine. And he really just pushed me into it and well.. here I am,” god this beer was fucking amazing? With one go, you drank the other half of it, not realizing how strong it was yet.

“That's.. rude.”

“I know, right? He didn't even properly ask,” you giggled, maybe slightly tipsy after gulping down that.. vase.

“Don't tell these things to anyone else though. Not everyone thinks like I think. Others will think you're crazy.”

“I didn't even want to tell you. But.. you're quite persistent.”

“Thank you,” she smiled proudly and ordered yet another round.

This would be a long, long day.

“You know.. for someone from the future, you really can't handle your alcohol well,” Ahro muttered under her breath as she tried to help you back home. Even though drag would probably be the right word.

She had actually wanted you to meet her father, but not in that state you were in right now. You'd only embarrass yourself in front of him.

“Stroooong stuff.”

It was quite late, so thankfully nobody was around anymore, but the looks the guards gave her were enough to have her cheeks heat up.

She'd never take you out for drinks again, that was for sure.

And as soon as you were in bed and she was sure you could be left alone, she walked back out to wash up, which was really necessary after that stench mark you had left on her.

But see, she was only just starting to get to know you.

And leaving you alone in that state was a very bad idea.

Because no, you did not stay in bed, but got up again and tumbled around the camp, until you found yourself in the hallway that had all the boys' rooms.

And coincidentally, like fate wanted this to happen, the door to one room was open and inside was only one.

“Taehyung,” you whispered, your drunken-mind not realizing that, again, this wasn't your best friend.

Because he seemed to be asleep already and the rest of the room was empty, you tumbled inside the room and walked straight ahead, only to lie down next to him and cuddle against his chest.

Hansung hadn't fallen asleep yet, despite of what you had thought, so his eyes were suddenly wide open when he felt someone beside him. And they got even wider when he realized it was you.

“What..-”

“Shhhht,” you put your finger on his lip and opened your eyes, smiling at him, “Just hold me.”

Hansung didn't have a lot of experience with girls, but even if he had, he knew that what you were doing was weird. Still, he couldn't push you away.

There was something inside of him.. a small voice, that told him to just wrap an arm around you and keep you safe, even though he didn't even know your name.

So why did he do it? Why did his arm go around your body and pull you close, when he didn’t know you?

Why did it suddenly feel like this felt.. right? Like this is where you belonged? In his arms.. with him..

“What am I doing?” he whispered to himself as he watched you fall asleep in his arms, “And why does it feel like I know you..”

[pillowfluffs]

Caretaker!Jooheon

Pairing: Jooheon X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Author’s Note: I’m not gonna do a summary for this one because it would’ve ruined the beginning of the story soo hehe. I will say though that there is a Hwarang, the kdrama, spoiler!! So if you have not watched the show but you want to, don’t read this! I myself, haven’t seen the show but I want to and I know this happens to a character because my feed was blown up with this scene on other social media soo yeah.. Again, no random reason and so either Caretaker!Minhyuk or Caretaker!Hyungwon will be next! Enjoy and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated

Other Caretakers! Hyunwoo // Wonho // Minhyuk // Kihyun // Hyungwon // Jooheon // Changkyun

You could feel your literal heartbreaking as you watched the man you loved, the love of your life bleeding out before you, his eyes barely able to stay open as he was just shot moments earlier. You watched him, unable to do anything as your emotions got the better of you, making you unable to move a muscle, frozen in place. Your tears rushed down your face as your cries filled the dark room and your body began to tremble in the grievance. You reached your hand out, trying to reach out to him yet he was drifting farther and farther away. “No! Don’t go,” you practically wailed as you were breaking down, the hardest you've ever cried making you feel like you couldn't open your eyes or breathe out of your nose at all now. You've never felt a greater pain, watching him die before out and you couldn't do anything to help him at all; you couldn't be there next to him to press down on the wound to stop the bleeding, you couldn't kiss him goodbye, you couldn't hold him and tell him how much you loved him. A heaviness filled your limbs as happy memories from the past where he made you laugh and smile, along with others by his side now made you cry harder. It wasn't long before other men were able to rush to his side, but they were too late; a great hero had fallen forever. They took off their hats, respecting the fallen soldier and carefully lifted him up and carried him away.

He made his way down the hall towards your shared loft as he had just off work and came home from a long day at the studio. He scrolled through his phone confused on why he hadn't heard from you in a couple hours, his keys in hand as they jingled with every step he took. He stood outside on his phone, looking through social media when the sound of your wailing voice caught his ears. He almost dropped his phone as he rushed to unlock the door to the loft, panic beginning to fill him to the brim.

“Y/N!” He left the door open, running over to you as you were sat in front of the tv, crying your eyes out as the living room blanket was wrapped around you. “What happened? Are you hurt?” He scanned your body, looking for any sign of energy, fortunately seeing none. “What's going on? Who hurt you my flower?” He lifted your laying, curled into a ball form from the hardwood floor, sitting you in his lap as he sat crisscrossed on the ground, leaning your head on his chest as he soothed you, one arm holding your back and the other brushing your hair.

“Joo-Joohoney,” you stuttered as your breaths were now short gasps for air, your tears beginning to slow down. You were trembling we you spoke, trying to look into his eyes as he watched you diligently. You could feel the puffiness around your eyes as they were sore and strained from your crying. You could feel your face and neck were wet with tears, soaking the shirt of your pajamas which were one of Jooheon’s shirts. “Ha-Hansung d-died,” your voice broke off as you nuzzled your head closer to Jooheon’s body even though it was very close already, your hand gripping onto his gray hooded jacket.

Everything suddenly became clear to Jooheon, now remembering you had suddenly begun watching Hwarang: The Poet Warrior Youth, a popular Korean drama which one of your favorite characters was BTS’ very own Kim Taehyung, playing the fun character of Hansung. A wave of relief washed over him as he held you, he even tried to restrain a laugh since you were crying hysterically over a character. “Ah, Y/N, you really scared me! I thought someone broke in and hurt you when I heard you cry from outside! See, I didn’t even close the door,” Jooheon’s voice was playful, teasing you in an attempt to soothe your cries. He pointed to the door, nudging you lightly to get you to open your eyes and look, but you continued to cling onto him. When he saw that you were still crying, he sighed with a smile on his face, rubbing you arm gently to comfort you. “Aw, come on, onto the couch we go.” He lifted you in his arms from his lap and carried you swiftly over to the black leather couch, laying you gently down so your head was resting on the arm. He turned around quickly, and headed to the door, closing it and locking it. “Mm, do you want to eat anything?” He asked while he took off his shoes and jacket, putting them away out of the way safely.

Your cries began to die down as you wrapped the blanket harder. You slowed down your breathing, taking slow deep breaths, turning so you were now staring into the ceiling. Flashes of the memory of how Hansung died, making you tear up a little more, but not that much. You held the blanket in your hands in fists as you lay there in a small ball.

“Hm?” Jooheon was now in your sight, as he leaned over you, getting your attention and then sitting on the edge of the couch with you. The time wasn’t too late so some places were still open, it was just around after dinner time. Around the time people got home from work and some were still on the way and dusk had just fallen upon the sky.

You raised your eyebrows in confusion, missing what he had asked before. The corner of your lips was down, practically pouting as you moved so now you laid in Jooheon’s lap. His body was like a natural heater for you, no matter how cold it was outside or if he claimed to be cold, you would hug him and his body heat would be able to warm you up, which was also one of many reasons why you loved your Joohoney. 

“Did you eat yet, baby?” He looked down to you, brushing your hair with his fingers, letting your silky strands slip through your fingers. Normally when you cried, you became very childlike; pouting, staying with Jooheon, wanting to hold him or wanting him to hold you, if he walked around the loft or the studio, you would follow, trailing behind him and he simply let you be while you wanted and needed his attention on you. Sometimes he used this neediness as an excuse to tease you which most of the time would make you cry even more and then he would stop and apologize.

“Mm mm..” You shook your head in his lap, bringing up the blanket in your hand to wipe away remaining tears as you bit your lip. You could barely breathe from your nose, your eyes were puffier and sorer than ever. The soft blanket was slightly damp around the area you held it, covering and keeping your body warm in the cool, spacious loft, wearing a simple shirt and short sports shorts and small bumblebee socks Jooheon had gotten for you when he went to Japan.

“Do you wanna eat?” a small smile remained on Jooheon’s face. He peered down to your small face, your eyes wide, simply staring off into space with the occasional sniffle and wipe with the blanket. “Baby?”

You shook your head once again. No food, no matter if it was your favorite or not, well maybe, could make you feel better. You didn’t feel anything, you were numb except for sadness for Hansung and comfort from Jooheon. Your hands slowly released the grip on the blanket, and reached them up slowly, snaking them around Jooheon, holding him, which was all you needed; him.

“Do you.. Want ice cream?” Jooheon suggested, pausing his hand motions through your hair, knowing he got your attention as you lifted your head, looking into his gentle dark eyes as you contemplated. He knew ice cream was your weakness, no matter what you said whether you were hungry or not. “I know you can’t resist ice cream, Y/N~” He looked down into your eyes, as you looked back into his crescent-shaped ones, his dimples beginning to cave inwards. “I promise you you’ll feel much better~ I’ll take care of you,” He bent down, peppering your face with kisses.

You knew he was right; no matter how sick or sad or mad or anything you felt, ice cream always made it better (i’m sorry if you’re lactose intolerant and can’t eat ice cream;-;). You poured your lips out, looking at the door making your ‘thinking’ face but Jooheon knew you did indeed want ice cream.

“Come on, put on your shoes~” He took ahold of your hands, pulling you up and took you over to the door area, slipping on your shoes. He held your hand firmly, leading you out the apartment building where the two of you resides for almost a year and a half. His hand was soft as he held the back of your hand in his palm, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles every now and then. “To ice cream!” Jooheon chimed as he held your hand now as the two of you walked side by side. He swung your intertwined hands lightly in hopes of raising your spirits to your normal bubbly self but seeing it wasn’t really working. “What have you been doing all day?” He changed the subject trying to bring your mind off of Hansung’s death. He knew Hansung was going to die anyways from social media and he wasn’t as captivated by the show as you were so he was unfazed by this fictional character’s death.

You felt like you couldn’t even speak; all you wanted to do was to curl up in a ball and rewatch the scene even though it hurt you to see him die and would make you cry once again, but you were peculiar in that way. It felt as if your heart was in your throat, blocking you from speaking, resulting in you hugging Jooheon’s arm as the two of you began walking towards the entrance to the apartment building, passing the front desk clerk reading a book. “I just stayed home binge watching Hwarang,” your voice was a whisper feeling how dry and rough it was as your spoke which only made you didn’t want to speak. A cool breeze welcomed the two of you while walking through the glass double doors, fortunately, Jooheon’s body heat was very warm resulting in the wind not bothering you too much. “How about you?” You turned your face towards him so he could hear you better while walking down the block towards the ice cream parlor at the end of the block on the corner.

“Ah, have you been watching the show since you woke up?” He glanced over to you, placing his other hand over yours, rubbing his thumb over your hand’s skin. “And I was just in the studio today with Changkyun and Wonho, brainstorming some ideas for new songs, but overall, it was a pretty relaxing day.”

The warm colors of the sunset filled the evening sky with golden orange and pink and purple hues with the last golden rays shining over the tops of trees. The two of you walked on and while slowly approaching the ice cream shop did you feel your mood rise from the slumps. The corners of your lips curled upwards as Jooheon walked ahead of ou only to turn around and make cute poses and faces at you with his “kukukaka,” but you couldn’t help but burst out in a small fit of laughter as he pretended you were a baby, well you are his baby and spoke in baby talk to you. “Ah, Joohoney, you’re so precious~” You walked up to him, pressing your hands on each of his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs over his face down to his dimples as he smiled, snaking his arms around your waist locking you in his grasp.

“I know.” He did a dramatic hair flip although his hair was nowhere near the length he wanted to flip. “Now let’s get ice cream!” He lifted you by the waist and spun you around, taking you by the hands into the ice cream store, holding the door for you. The sound of a chime filled your ears when the door of the small parlor opened. This parlor had been opened years before the two of you moved in, run by an elderly couple though the way they moved made for their age seemed fake.

“Ah, look, sweetie, our favorite customers have returned,” the elderly man’s voice was cheerful as he wiped down tables. He wore a white shirt with black pants and suspenders with an apron, smiling at the two of you.

“What can we get you two love birds on this lovely evening?” His wife sat behind the counter putting on gloves, ready for your orders, smiling kindly. “The usual?” She began grabbing waffle cones, ready to scoop.

“Yes please~” Jooheon replied as you nodded. “Thank you!” He chimed as he paid before leading you to one of the old fashioned booths each with the small jukebox attached to the wall on the black and white checkered floors. When the two of you first began coming here, you guys would sit at the counter in the pink and blue high leathered swivel chairs, sipping on milkshakes or eating ice cream on the warmer sided days, enjoying life together. The two of you were the only ones in the parlor now though since it was a weekday and school was still going on, but coming to a close end towards summer which would be when the parlor would be the busiest, attracting customers with their low prices and the delicious cold goodness they made. Joohoney sat next to you in the red leathered cushioned booth, playing with your hands in his on the table, melting on the inside how small your hands were in his. “Ah, they’re so small,” he couldn’t help from thinking no matter how many times he held them, the corners of his lips curling upwards as he played with them with your head laying on his shoulder. The natural scent of you filled his nostrils, relaxing him further though he was calm before. His heart throbbed for you, not letting a day pass where he wouldn’t not think about you; how unpredictable and spontaneous you were such as once you barged into his studio and taking him away with permission, of course, to travel around with you for the day. But also how some days you were the polar opposite, practically staying one place and refusing to leave such as today, binge watching tv shows or reading or just something simply in the middle such as a do it yourself project.   

It was so peaceful at this very moment; you were with your love and it was moments like these where you could really appreciate each other presences. You covered your yawn which snuck up on you, wiping your eyes afterward, feeling sleep after you cried so much, which now looking back made you smile at how silly you were being over a fictional character, getting too wrapped up into the show. The cold air in the parlor raised goosebumps over your arms and legs, making you raise your shoulder to try to warm your body. Jooheon noticed this and wrapped your arms around you.

“If you’re cold, just tell me,” he said cooly with the most gentle eyes as he looked at you. Light music from the eighties played. He felt how cold your arm was as his arm draped over it, your head against his left arm and your back against his chest, sure you could feel his heartbeat against your back. Even after the two of you had been together for a while, he still tried to act cool in front of you, especially in front of the other members, though you knew he had the softest spot for you, practically melting to a puddle on the inside as you did cute things in front of him such as asking if you could hold hands, especially after something that upset him. You knew he was still upset but he softened up towards you by feeling it with how he held your hand, always being gentle.

“Here you go, kids,” the wife’s dulcet voice caught your attention, making you sit up. “The classic (insert your fav ice cream flavor) for Y/N and okdongja for Jooheon. Enjoy kids!” She gave you two a sweet smile before walking back.

“I haven’t had ice cream in a while, thank you.” You pecked a kiss onto Jooheon’s cheek as he licked his ice cream; vanilla on the outside and chocolate on the inside. You didn’t know how they did it, but according to Jooheon, they were ice cream wizards, always able to create and put together the wackiest yet most delicious flavors together. You licked your own ice cream, tasting the cold goodness sprawled over your tongue as it melted in your mouth.

Jooheon walked next to you, opening the door and holding it for you. “Thank you! See you next time!” He called out to the parlor owners who waved the two of you off. “Ah, I will forever love okdongja.” He licked the vanilla remains off his lips as he used his free hand and took yours, swinging them back and forth as the two of you walked back home. The sun was still setting, but it was very low at this time; it’s golden colors earlier now blended into the darker night sky. The street lamps were on, their old weathered and stained glass made the light appear golden yellow as well. The weather was warmer outside, hugging your skin gently. 

“What would I do without my Joohoney,” you giggled as you playfully nudged him, forever grateful for having him by your side through the ups and downs in your life. You wouldn’t change anything about your life from the past if it meant spending the rest of your days with Jooheon.

“You would be a crying mess, rocking back and forth over Hansung.” He looked you dead in the eyes with the straightest voice you've ever heard from him, leaving you with an ‘o’ shape on your mouth as he then broke out in laughter, knowing he was one hundred percent right.

~~~~~

Masterlist

[sofourmore]

hansung is really holding on for dear life

[vin-taege]

Zodiac

Summary: Despite Yoongi’s protests, you still buy the small mirror in the antique shop rumored to bring good luck. Soon enough, a series of fortunate events happen, and so does a chain of deaths. The mirror may bring good luck, but at what cost? 

Genre: Horror, Angst, FengShui!au

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, ft. members

Disclaimer: major character death, mild depictions of gore

Legend: >> a few minutes forward 

Yoongi doesn’t believe in superstitions, much less luck. Everything you got in life was because of your own will and perseverance, not because some higher entity thought you could have it. You, on the other hand, couldn’t agree less. There wasn’t any harm in trying out so-called luck-bringing rituals. If it didn’t work, nothing bad would actually happen, right?

The first part of your relationship was a bit rocky. His hectic schedule provided you barely enough time to see each other, and when you did, he needed to rest. He left before you woke up, and arrived just after you fell asleep. Composing for artists was a difficult and stressing thing, a fact you understood. That’s why when you moved to a new house, you wanted to start anew.

You were currently shopping for furniture in an antique shop. Taking Taehyung’s advice, you wanted to go for a classy look. Plus, the prices were way cheaper than those in department stores. Yoongi had already picked a dining table and its chairs, and you just finished checking out a dresser, when you saw it. 

It was a fairly simple mirror, small enough to fit on top of your front door. It was a circular mirror, a thick octagonal border around it.. You went towards it and picked it up, its black, gold, and red colors vibrant. However, you noticed that there was a piece of cloth taped around the edges of the glass.

“May I help you?”, a voice said behind you, almost making you drop the mirror in surprise. You turned around to find one of the employees, a bored-looking teenager- who was probably annoyed at you touching their stuff.

“Oh, I was just looking. Um, do you know how much this thing costs?”, you showed him the mirror. He took it, checking the back and sides, before returning it to you. “Well, there isn’t a price tag, but I’ll ask Ms. Mei. That bagua’s pretty old, so it might cost a lot”, he said, leading you to the counter, where Yoongi was waiting for you.

Bagua.

You remembered reading about it once. In Chinese belief, it supposedly brought in good luck if you placed it at your front door. Perfect for your new home. 

You placed the bagua on the counter, earning a questioning look from Yoongi. “Another ritual, cult girl?”, he teased you. You gave him a playful slap. “There’s no harm in trying.”

The employee went through a curtain behind the counter, and came back together with an old woman. She was shorter than you, her grey hair tied into a neat bun. She was wearing a shawl over her loose, red dress. Greeting you with a smile, she took the form you filled out earlier.

“The shop can help you transport your furniture. We have a truck, and I can get one of my employees to drive them to your house”, she offered. 

“Yes, we would like that very much”, Yoongi smiled back, appreciating her thoughtfulness. She then looked at you, smile suddenly disappearing as she saw the mirror on the counter. Her expression darkened, and she even took a step back, wrinkled hands moving to pull the shawl around her tighter.

Even Yoongi noticed, and he flashed you a look of confusion. You nibbled on your lip awkwardly, the change of atmosphere evident. “Is there something wrong?” you asked her. “I wanted to ask how much this bagua costs. I saw it on one of the displays, so I thought it was on sale.”

“No!” she snapped. “No. Keep it. Y-you can have it for free. Just... be careful with it”, she said, her tone much softer this time. She hurriedly went back through the curtain, leaving behind the employee from earlier, who looked equally confused.

“I can drive the furniture. Just point out your car so I can follow you guys”, he trailed off, getting the truck keys. “Sehun, I’ll be out for a while. Man the counter”, he called out to the back of the store. You heard a faint ‘okay’, before exiting the store, with Yoongi holding your hand, the bagua clutched tightly in the other.

Fortunately, Jin and Jimin came to help move your things. It would’ve taken you two days to move just a cabinet, and a table set, and that’s even with Yoongi’s help. The table wouldn’t have been off the ground by an inch, and you’d already drop it.

“Wow, you guys got more than what you bargained for”, Jin said over a mouthful of cookies. Indeed, you did. For a cheap price, you got a small, but cozy bungalow. The inside was a plain white, which Yoongi liked since he thought it was simple.

“She even got into a fight with one agent”, Yoongi elbowed you teasingly. You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your coffee. “He was charging us way too much. The house wasn’t even that nice”, you argued, making the boys laugh.

The house you chose was near a forest, and was more on the rural side, but not too far away from the city. Most of your neighbors ran farms, so there were times a chicken or a dog would run down the streets, something you’d get used to. Taehyung was delighted to hear that, coming from a family of farmers himself, though he hasn’t visited the house yet, due to his busy school schedule.

To your luck, you didn’t have to change jobs since the shop you were working in was just a ten minute walk away. Definitely closer than your old house. 

“Noona, what’s that?” Jimin nodded towards the octagonal mirror, the reflective surface itself still covered up. You took it from its spot on the table and brought it close to your face, holding it away as you took the cover off. 

“It’s a bagua. It brings good luck apparently”, you told them as you tried to scratch the tape off. Yoongi snorted beside you. “It’s another one of those Chinese things she tried out. I gotta admit though, the incense she sprayed around in Chinese New Year did smell pretty great.”

Ignoring his comment,you finally got the cover off, and you peered into the mirror. It kind of looked like the eye-holes in hotels, where everything was slightly more rounded than normal. Weirdly, it gave off an odd feeling. Worry was tugging at your subconscious, but like Yoongi’s comment, you payed no attention to it. Maybe you were going to get a fever. It was just a mirror after all.

“Woah, that looks cool”, Jin remarked, reaching for it. Yoongi sat back as you handed him the mirror, choosing to look at you questioningly. You shrugged at him. “Hey, it’s not doing harm.” He gave you a half-smile. “I suppose not.”

“Hyung, let me see”, Jimin shifted next to Jin, seeing his own warped reflection beside the older boy’s. “Woah, it’s like those fish-eye things. Yoongi-hyung, wanna look too?”

Yoongi gave him a gentle smile. “No, I believe I’m good.” He leaned onto you, using you as a cushion. You whined, trying to push him off. He rolled his eyes, only squishing you further into the side of the couch. Jin looked at you and fake gagged, before handing back the mirror. Suddenly, a honk from outside caught your attention. 

“Ah that’s Hobi. We should get going. We don’t really trust Jungkook alone at the house”, Jimin chuckled. “I suppose so. Thanks for coming over.” you said, laughing with them. The pair got up, only to be greeted by Hoseok opening the front door. “Hobi!” you waved at him,urging him to come in. “Hello! Sorry I wasn’t able to help in the moving.” he rubbed his nape. 

He nodded at the mirror. “What’s that?” he said, moving closer to get a better look. “Oh, just a little lucky charm I got.” you replied, ignoring Yoongi’s scoffs.

“Y/n good news!” Your boss walked in as you were arranging a bouquet. The business at the flower shop has been slow, resulting in low paychecks. The salary wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t the best either. The only things keeping you from resigning were your overly-nice manager and the need to help Yoongi with the expenses. 

“Yes, sir?” you placed the final rose in the center, stopping to turn to him. “Fortunately, a sudden pop-up of orders came; at least a hundred different companies and people are asking for orders.” he beamed at you.

Your jaw dropped. The shop you were in was a small one, having only a number of chains nationwide. It was highly unusual, and almost miraculous, to have a hundred orders pop out of nowhere. “W-what? Really?” a smile slowly crept, heart beating at the news. “Yes! I’m equally surprised. So, let’s work hard! About a fourth of them are due next week, so we better get going.” he patted you on the shoulder, a ringing phone drawing him out the room.

You stared at the pink cloth wrapped around the flowers. Twenty five orders were needed by next week, and God knows how much the amount was. Coincidentally, your boss came back with a long slip of paper. “Here’s a portion of the list.” he said, placing it on the counter. “I’ve already talked to Jiwoo and Hansung. They’re going to help you.” he finished, rushing out to manage another phone call.

The list was a jumble of rushed writing. Big companies were even there, and so were weddings. Determined to finish the orders by today, you looked at the first name. 

Song’s Wedding

Your heart rate sped up. Could it possibly be Song-Song couple? No way. “Y/n!” your manager’s voice brought you back to reality. “On it!” A ton of peonies and roses mixed together, making about twenty for the aisle, and another special bouquet for the bride. It was going to be a long day, but it was so worth it.

*

Yoongs <3

Yoongs <3: Really? You aren’t just joking right?

You: Yes! I’m shocked too, I mean 100 orders in one day?? wtf

You: but in a good way

Yoongs <3:  I’m so happy for you, babe :)

You: … omg screenshotted

Yoongs <3:Fuck off before I take it back

You smiled, sending a quick ‘I love you’, before putting your phone in your bag and zipping it up. Your boss was a bit too delighted and decided to send you home early. It was perfect for walking around the village and getting to memorize the way home.

Lately, the weather has been unpredictable. One moment, it rained, the next, it was incredibly hot. Thankfully, it was just right today, although it was a bit windy. A strong breeze pushed your hair back, making you hold it down with one hand. You could feel your phone vibrating in your bag. With a huff, you tried your best to get it using your free hand.

‘Goddamn,’ you muttered ‘How convenient.’ You continued grumbling, then you felt something hit your chest. A shriek left your lips, and you furiously wiped whatever landed on you off your body. You calmed down enough, seeing a small, thin, brown envelope in the ground.

It got blown away a few inches more, before you caught it by stepping on it. You reached down, and opened it. ‘Holy shit’ you thought. The thing had 50 000 won in it. 

You looked around, seeing no one looking for it. In fact, you were strangely the only person in the empty road. 

“Min Yoongi!” you screamed at him as soon as you got your phone out. “Y/n, I love you and all, but I actually need my ears to compose-”

“Yeah, whatever. Shut up and listen. Ok, so I was walking down the road, and it was windy, and there was a thing-”

“Y/n, take a deep breath, and please talk slowly.”

“Yoongi,” you squealed. “50 000 won literally got blown to me.” 

Silence followed, and at one point you thought he hung up. Then, you heard a loud thud, followed by what sounded like someone hitting a table multiple times. “You- what- how?” he managed to choke out, though you could hear extreme happiness in his tone.

“I don’t know! I was just walking, and no one seemed to look for it. I mean, we really kinda need it, babe.” you said in an uneasy way, guilt starting to follow. Maybe taking it wasn’t the most moral option, but you didn’t want to skip meals like last time. “I understand. But really, wow. I- I don’t even know what to say.”

More silence. Yoongi normally would’ve had something to say, never being a man lost for words. You didn’t notice how long you were talking until you began to see your house. “Hey, I’m home early by the way. I’m making a celebratory dinner.” you grinned. Yoongi let out a cute victory yell. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. My girlfriend’s calling for me, and there’s no way I’m passing this up.”

The news of your promotion spread fast among the boys. Despite Yoongi’s whines of having alone time, you invited the boys to your mini feast. They gladly accepted, with Taehyung excitedly coming over (and dragging Namjoon with him) within the first thirty minutes.Hoseok showed up next, fresh from his dance tournament. Jungkook texted that they’d be a bit late since they decided to make you a little present. 

“Where’s the lucky mirror?” Namjoon grinned at you. Yoongi sent you a smirk. “It’s outside. She’d gladly show you the way.”

“You sure you don’t want to look at it, babe? Might give you a small work boost.” you winked at him. He laughed and shook his head. “I’d rather stay inside and not let the food burn.” You looked at Hoseok. “I’m staying to help this guy. Plus, I’ve already seen it anyway.” he politely declined.

Shrugging, you stepped out the door, the other boys following you. Namjoon giddily came next to you, glancing up at what you were pointing to. “Oh, a bagua?” you glanced at him, surprised that he knew the term. He gave you a sheepish smile. “I’ve been reading in my spare time.”

“A what, hyung?” Taehyung said, moving next to Namjoon as he looked at the mirror. “A bagua. Something from Chinese belief.” Taehyung hummed in response, staring as the reds and golds of the mirror captivated him.

Back at the dorm, the three boys were busy preparing a meal of their own. They planned to give you a bulgogi, knowing that you’d share it and they’d get some themselves. Jin has been leading the process, telling them to wrap it up as it was getting late. 

“Jimin, just put the materials back. Look at that knife holder, it’s almost falling off. Plus, there’s tons of bowls scattered around. Move it, men!” he clapped. Jimin squinted at him. “Aish, so bossy.” he muttered. Jin ignored the comment, grabbing a glass of water. “I’m gonna change clothes. You guys look decent already, so we’re going straight out after I finish.” he rushed off, leaving the younger boys to tend to the mess.

He softly sang to himself as he entered the room, setting the glass down a bit too close to the edge of the table. His stufftoys and figurines lay messily on the floor, the older boy not finding the time to recently clean his room. Marios, Princess Peach, and a huge Donkey Kong plushie was left untouched near the table. 

He dug through his closet, carelessly throwing out shirts. He’d clean it up once he gets home. ‘Aha!’ his eyes glanced upon a simple button-down, perfect. He took his shirt off, tossing it behind him. As he was about to button the shirt, he heard something fall and looked behind him. 

The glass fell, water soaking through his shirt. He grumbled, turning his head to the door. “Kook, can you hand me the mop?” he hollered. No reply. “Kook?” he waited a few more seconds, still met by silence. He sighed, walking around the spill to a small cabinet where they kept the brooms. 

He got a mop, dragging it behind him. He trudged around the junk sprawled around his room, dodging things he could step on. However, he mis-stepped, tripping over a backpack. 

The older boy yelped, arms not fast enough from catching his fall, head hitting the edge of the table with a loud bang. His body landed on the Donkey Kong plushie, limp. 

“Jin hyung?” Jungkook called from downstairs. “Are you okay?” No reply.

“He totally left us with all the cleaning.” Jimin chuckled. Jungkook shook his head with a smile. “I mean, I’m not even surprised.” He picked up the plates and bowls they used, stacking them on top of each other. He placed them in the sink, then turned back to Jimin.

“Hyung, can you handle the others? I really don’t want to touch raw pork, especially after I just showered” Jimin nodded at him, gathering the whisks and teaspoons. “Hey, isn’t it weird how we have at least three different butcher knives, but can’t get a knife holder that actually holds the knives?” Jimin gestured to the knife holder. Jungkook shrugged. “Then again, it’s Jin hyung, ‘master of culinary arts’“ he said, adding finger quotes. 

Jimin’s phone beeped from his pocket. “It’s probably noona. You should answer her.” Jungkook told him. Obliging, he took his phone out, blindly leaning on the counter. “Hyung!”

He reluctantly drew his arm back. The chopping board was halfway off the edge, the knife holder placed on top of it. “You should look at what you’re doing.” Jungkook tsked at him. Jimin rolled his eyes. Suddenly, they heard a loud bang from upstairs, causing Jimin to drop his phone. 

They looked at each other. “Jin hyung? Jungkook called out. Knowing Jin, he probably just fell down amidst the mess of his room. However, he didn’t reply. “Are you okay?” Jungkook yelled after him again. Or maybe Jin was just playing prank. The two boys felt an unsettling feeling neither of them could explain. “I’m gonna check on him”, Jungkook muttered, leaving the kitchen.

Jimin blinked, soon crouching down to reach for it. He mindlessly scrolled through his phone, trying to get his nerves eased up. His other hand reached for the counter as he tried to pull himself up, accidentally whacking the chopping board, sending the knives and bits of pork flying.

A loosely placed butcher knife fell, blade down, landing on his neck. Jimin gasped, blood rapidly dripping down and pooling in his throat. He couldn’t find the strength to stand up, crawling on the floor instead. Pork and knives lay around him, making it difficult to maneuver.

“J-Jungkook!” his voice came out hoarse, much of a silent yell. He clutched his throat, trying to stop the bleeding. “Hyung!” he heard the younger one call from upstairs. “We need to call the ambulance! Jin, he-” But Jimin didn’t even make it to the end of the sentence.

“Someone’s late”, Namjoon impatiently muttered. It’s been an hour since they texted, and even though Jin took his time while cooking, it was never this long. Finally, Taehyung’s phone rung, and he quickly answered.

“Jungkook, where the hell- What?!” he stood up, worry etched in his face. The room fell silent, except for Jungkook’s unclear voice on the phone. “Okay. Okay, we’re going there right now. Kookie wait, we’re going there right now.” he said, getting the backpack and dragging Namjoon up.

“What? What’s happening? Why aren’t they here?” Hoseok looked at the younger boy worriedly. You walked closer to him, Yoongi following you. Taehyung pulled the phone away. “Jungkook’s in the hospital. Something bad happened. Really bad. We need to get there now.” 

You didn’t need another word from him before scrambling outside and craming into Hoseok’s car. “The one near our dorm, Daegu Hospital, something like that. Please hurry.” Taehyung told Hoseok. The older boy got the car running, and sped out. 

Taehyung directed his attention back to Jungkook’s call. “We’re on the road. Just keep talking. We’ll get there, don’t worry. Jesus- why?” he choked, tears starting to spill out.

>>>

Jungkook had his head in his hands, fingers clawing out at his hair. He hasn’t stopped crying, and he was scared. Scared and traumatized. Nurses and doctors passed by him, giving him sympathetic looks. He didn’t need their sympathy. He needed a doctor to come out and tell him that his friends were fine. That the hit Jin took to his head only resulted in a minor concussion. That the knife sticking out of Jimin’s head somehow got removed and he’s in recovery now. 

He heard footsteps shuffling down the hall, immediately hearing Namjoon’s worried voice. 

You spotted him crouched against the wall. “Kookie!” you ran to him, kneeling to his level. “What happened? Are they okay now?” you held his wrists, moving your hands to wipe his tears. Yoongi kneeled next to him. “Jungkook, what happened?”

The youngest looked up, eyes skimming over your worried faces, before stopping at Taehyung. His face was ashen, and they knew they shared the same pain. The same thing you’d experience in a few seconds.

Yoongi rubbed his back, making him calm down before he spoke. He coughed, leaning over to you as you welcomed him in your arms. Jungkook shut his eyes, taking in a few deep breaths. 

“It was a freak accident. Fuck, I shouldn’t have left Jimin. I- I should’ve asked Jin to stay. I could’ve helped them”, he said, tears streaming down his face again. Hoseok joined you and Yoongi on the floor, him also starting to cry. “Jungkook. Tell us what happened.”

“Jin hyung, he bumped his head on the corner of a table. It was a sharp edge. I told him to tape it or something since it was so sharp. I should’ve taped it myself, then maybe he wouldn’t-”

“Jungkook.” Namjoon said, voice cold.

“Jimin, he-” Jungkook choked on his own words. He couldn’t forget the gruesome image, Jimin laying on the floor, a huge pool of blood coming from his neck. “I don’t know how. He- there was a kn-knife in his neck. H-he was on the floor with a knife in his neck, I think he toppled the board, I don’t know anymore..” Jungkook sobbed, burying his head further in your shoulder. 

Shock settled in everyone. It was too ridiculous to believe. You were just talking to Jin and Jimin yesterday. Jimin even texted you. They were supposed to bring bulgogi. You were supposed to have fun. The night was supposed to end anywhere else, except in a hospital, hoping that your friends were still alive. 

“For patients Kim Seokjin and Park Jimin?” A doctor approached you. You helped Jungkook shakily stand up, crowding around the doctor. “We’re his friends”, Namjoon informed him. 

The doctor stared at each of you, a sad expression plastered on his face. “Well?” Namjoon pushed, his tone alarmingly increasing. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to inform you that both patients didn’t make it. Mr. Park has lost too much blood, and Mr. Kim suffered heavy trauma to the brain, resulting in a blood clot.”

“And you can’t do anything about that?” Namjoon snapped at him. He glared in response. “The knife that fell on your friend’s neck hit two nerves, something impossible to treat with the time it took to get there. He was dead on arrival. The blow Seokjin suffered was forceful enough to form a small dent in his skull, and cause a blood clot. I’m sorry, but we couldn’t do anything.”

“That’s just bullshit! You could’ve at least tried harder with Jin. You guys are doctors- you’re supposed to save people”, Namjoon took a step forward, inly to be held back by Hoseok. The doctor, now alarmed, signaled to one of the nurses. “If you think of causing a scene here, I won’t think twice of calling security”, he warned, turning his heel to attend to other patients.

“You shouldn’t have said that, Joon” Hobi whispered. Namjoon shrugged his arm off, walking towards the exit. Hoseok gave you a teary-eyed look, before going after his friend. 

You looked at Yoongi, who now had his eyes shut. “This is not happening. They’re joking right?” he scoffed. “They have got to be joking. I was talking to Jin this morning, there’s no way he’s...” No one wanted to say the word. It hung in the sullen atmosphere, where the chatter in the background turned to static and the hospital’s white walls seemed too bright.

Jungkook didn’t want to go home. Especially since all the blood and spills where still there. In fact, he never wanted to go back. It would hurt too much seeing Jin’s room, or passing by the kitchen. The thought of an empty bed across his room, where Jimin should’ve been, was unbearable. 

“Hyung, can I stay over at your house?” he was looking out the window when he said that. All four boys looked at him ready to let out a ‘yes’. “Yoongi hyung, can I?” he looked towards the older man. 

Yoongi didn’t reply. He was too busy staring at the road, thinking of how things escalated so badly. His hand held yours, and although he felt warm, it looked like he was a thousand miles away. You squeezed his hand, getting his attention. “Jungkook asked if he can stay over tonight.” you repeated. He nodded, sinking farther in his seat. 

“We need to get spare clothes though.” Taehyung slowly said, knowing it’d imply something bad. Jungkook’s faced scrunched in a mix of annoyance and anger. “I’m not going back there. Not now, not ever.” he hissed. 

“You don’t have to. You can wait in the car.” Hoseok said, already taking a left to their dorm. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You don’t know how fucking hard it is to go back there!” Jungkook sprung up. “Namjoon, you understand, right?”

Namjoon had his earphones in. He didn’t feel like discussing anything with anyone, and he just wanted to ignore the elephant in the room. Aside from Hoseok, he was the one who tried to show his friends the good side of things. However it was difficult to when there is no good side.

When Jungkook was met with stone-cold silence, Hoseok spoke up again. “I know it’s shitty to say, but trying to avoid it won’t help you. I miss them too, we all do. But we can’t bring them back, and we have to accept that.”

He pulled up on their porch, unlocking the doors. “You don’t have to go, Kook.” you said, stepping out the car. Yoongi followed you, slamming the door shut. 

“You know where their rooms are.” Yoongi said, tone flat. “Where are you going?” you asked him. He just shrugged, about to go in the kitchen, then stopping halfway. “Why? Is there something-”

“Don’t go in there, please.” He grabbed your shoulders, spinning you around. You decided not to question any further, knowing you wouldn’t want to hear the answer. He steered you upstairs, purposefully blocking your view of Jin’s room.

“Grab a few random shirts, then let’s get the hell out of here.” he said,opening Jungkook’s cabinet. You obliged, standing next to him, packing a few jeans and shirts. You included a beanie too, plus a bracelet you’ve seen him always wearing. 

“Finished?” you nodded at Yoongi, showing the bag you filled. He gave you a small smile. “Everything will be okay. I’m so proud of how strong you are right now.” he gently said, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You returned the favor by pecking him on the cheek. “We should go.”

You went out the room last, making sure to properly close the door. Then, you heard something fall from Jin’s room. You looked back, contemplating whether to tell Yoongi or not. 

“Yoongi?” he looked back at you. “Can you wait for a bit?” Although he wanted to protest, he gave in. “Make it quick. I can feel Jungkook losing his shit in the car.”

You couldn’t agree more with what he said. The place was starting to pull off a creepy feeling, but you had to know what made that sound. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you slowly went to the room.

Your heart was pounding from fear and anxiety. It better be a figment of your imagination. You reached for the knob and swung the door open.

It was as if time stopped. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear. The room was cold, too cold. There was a big mess all around, and you saw a small puddle of water drying out next to a coffee table. The corner had a smear of blood on it, reminding you of the previous events. But that wasn’t the thing that caught your attention.  

Jin stood at the center of the room. He was wearing a crumpled button-down, the buttons put in lopsidedly. His hair was sticking out, and a slight dent was on his head. The side of his temple was purplish, blending in with bloodshot eyes. 

“Pay the price” he hissed at you.

You slammed the door shut, running back to Yoongi. “Get out!” you screamed at him. 

He looked up at you in a daze. “What?” 

You continued running, pulling him along with you. You’d explain in the car, or at least when you got home. You didn’t want to talk about the two boys in front of Jungkook, but this was way too messed up. You reached the bottom of the stairs, the front door a few meters away from you.

“Y/n, wait!” Yoongi tugged at you from behind, trying to get you to stop. You halted, turning around to face him. “Yoongi, you don’t understand- holy shit!” you screamed, looking behind him. 

By the kitchen entrance stood Jimin, a large knife sticking out his neck. There was blood all over him, and he had the same bloodshot eyes. He opened his mouth, a pool of blood streaming out. “Pay the price” he repeated.

Yoongi confusedly followed your gaze. “What are you-” You cut him off, bolting out the house with him in tow. You didn’t stop running until you were inside the car. The backpack was clutched tightly in your hand, and Yoongi had to pry it off. “What was that?” The other boys looked over curiously.

You were about to explain, but then you saw Jungkook’s face. His cheeks were a bit puffy. His eyes were a slight tint of red from all the crying he did. You didn’t want to give off a mocking story, so you swallowed the fear. “I just got a bit freaked out. I’m sorry. Let’s get out of here.” Yoongi nodded uneasily, and you could tell he didn’t bite into your lie.

Hoseok started the car again, driving you back home.

“Thank you”, you hugged Hoseok. The two other boys stayed in the car as Yoongi helped Jungkook with his things. “Stay safe please” you whispered. He let out a sigh. “You too. I’ll try my best to calm Namjoon down. Tae’s still...”

“In shock?” you completed, face dropping. You’ve never seen Taehyung so quiet before, and it just made the whole thing worse. The impact of Jin and Jimin’s passing was completely evident, leaving a painful effect on the boys. 

“I hope wherever they are, they’re happy.” Hoseok nodded in agreement. Without another word, he got back in the car and drove away.

You went to go inside, stopping next to Jungkook. He was standing in front of the door, staring at the bagua. “Kookie, what is it?” you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t look at you, eyes still glued to the mirror.

“I really hope it brings good luck, noona” he said, voice starting to break. “I really do.”

Jungkook’s been silent for the past few weeks. He didn’t talk unless he was spoken to, and when he did, it was one-worded answers. Sometimes even just simple grunts or nods. He’d usually stare into space, drowning out the whatever noise in the background. 

Things haven’t been the same. The funeral passed by, and none of you uttered anything about it. The boys even considered selling the apartment the three had, mainly because Jungkook knew he couldn’t stand the silence.

“Kookie, Yoongi’s gonna be back in a bit, okay?” you told him as you got your grocery bag. “Can you handle two minutes? I’m just going to buy a few things from the store.”

His eyes stayed on the TV screen, intently playing video games. He gave you a swift nod, looking over you as you passed by. 

Sometimes you forget that you moved. You were used to seeing tall buildings and buzzing cars when you went out. However, now the neighborhood’s so much simpler and nicer. A soft breeze blew gently against you. There were definitely more bushes and flowers, making the walk better. A loud bark came from behind you, making you flinch.

During the first week of your move, a few neighbors have told you about some stray dogs lurking in the forest. These were the wild kind, being a rural area. ‘Stay out of the forest, unless you have a hunter with you’, they’d say.

You walked up the steps to the small village center mall. There were stalls selling various fruit and produce around. Your grocery list was fairly small, so you thought of bringing fruits home to cheer the boys up a bit.

“Good morning, miss. Want to test your luck?” You turned your attention to the man in a suit. He was handing out a flyer advertising a ‘grand raffle’. Seeing there’s no harm in trying, you nodded thanking the paper. He smiled. “Registration is this way.”

You scanned the flyer as you followed him. The raffle showed off practical prizes, the first one being a car. Yoongi always whined about getting a car of his own, so it would’ve been amazing if you won it for him.

The man passed you a form, needing a few details like your name and contact number. “When do you announce the winners?” you asked him, dropping your raffle stub in the drop box. “In a while, actually. We initially planned to close off the entries early, but you made it! You’re the last entry for today.” 

What a coincidence.

“We’ll text you if you win.” he added. You thanked him, then carried on with your errand. You didn’t want to leave Jungkook alone, or Jungkook alone with Yoongi. The younger boy was too sensitive, and you knew your boyfriend might let the wrong words slip.

Fortunately, you easily found what was needed on your list. The line in the cashiers weren’t too long too, making your trip easier. 

As you were taking your wallet out, your phone buzzed. You handed the employee your payment, before checking your phone. There were four texts, one from Yoongi, and the others from an unknown number.

“Ma’am, here’s your change.” She handed you a few coins and your now filled bag. 

4 UNREAD MESSAGES

Yoongs <3: Babe, have you seen Hoseok?

Yoongs <3: Taehyung went home and Namjoon wasn’t there

Yoongs <3: Fuck you need to come to the hospital right now

Unknown: Congratulations! This is Lee Woo Bin from PriSeoul. I’d love to inform you that you one the first place in our raffle. You may claim your prize at the registration booth on or before the end of the month

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Hoseok didn’t handle it easily. The first thing he did after the funeral was lock himself in his room and cry. When there were no more tears to shed, he ate less and danced more. Exhaustion couldn’t stop him from distracting himself. 

Usually, Taehyung or Namjoon would visit him to give him something to eat. It even took them great difficulty to convince him to come back home and rest.

“Namjoon, I’m going out for a jog.” He ran out the door, avoiding any opportunity of protest from the younger boy. He didn’t bring anything else aside from his phone, earphones, and a bottle of water. Normally, he wouldn’t bring the last one, but since he didn’t want to worry Namjoon, he did.

Their dorm wasn’t that far from your house. They lived somewhere in the middle of the city and the country, so it was pretty convenient at times when they needed to buy something. Fruits and vegetables from the countryside, and clothes from the city.

He thought of paying Jungkook a visit. He knew how traumatized he must be, seeing two of their friends dead in one night. 

Holding Onto You played as he put his earbuds in. He started to jog, not stopping even when his legs started to hurt. It was the afternoon, so the sun wasn’t scorching his skin as he ran. 

He finally halted at an intersection, looking left and right before crossing. A second just as he passed the middle, a truck zoomed passed him, nearly hitting him. He stumbled into the sidewalk, looking on as the truck passed. “Hey, I’m suing! I almost died there!” he screamed after it.

His heart beat fast in his chest. He couldn’t stand up, too scared by the encounter. The printed-on design of collars and accessories on the truck’s back stared at him as it sped into the distance. His water bottle rolled away, but he couldn’t care less about it.

When he composed himself again, he got up. He didn’t want to continue taking the same route, considering he almost got run over. Instead, he took a rumored ‘shortcut’ in the forest.

He turned and went through a row of trees, the cement soon fading into leaves and twigs. The twittering of birds surrounded him as he jogged. Relief washed over him, the beauty of it all making him forget everything bad that happened for a moment.

Seamus flowed into his ears. At first, he wasn’t into Pink Floyd much, then Namjoon suggested it to him. The main source of all his new music tastes were either Namjoon or Jungkook, as the two were ‘adventurous’ when it came to songs.

Behind the song, he heard something faint and muffled, kind of like a bark.He ignored it, thinking his earphones were just starting to break. They were old anyway, and he’s been planning on buying new ones. 

He heard it again, this time closer. Slowly, he lowered the volume, but still kept the earbuds on. He jogged faster, breaking into a full run when he heard the barks become louder.

Through shaking hands, he ripped the headset off before getting his phone out. He scrolled past his contacts, tapping Namjoon’s name. ‘Come on, pick up. Please.’ A hundred thoughts raced in his mind as he dodged bushes and trees. 

The barks were accompanied by crunching leaves now, making it apparent that something was chasing him. On instinct, he looked back, seeing a wild dog, fangs jutting out, chasing after him. Its fur was coated in dirt, and saliva dripped from its mouth.

‘Shit.’ This was too surreal. He was a few steps away from death. One wrong move and he’d die or get seriously injured. Unless he can fight the dog off. 

He whipped his head back, only to trip. In front of him was Jimin, hand outstretched to stop him. The younger boy had a blank look on his face as he stared at Hoseok. 

From the ground, Hoseok looked up, locking eyes with him. “Hyung” Jimin whispered, voice gravelly. “Hyung, it’s time.”

Just as he finished, Hoseok felt fangs sinking into his his shoulder. Claws dug into his back while the wild mutt teared at his flesh. His screams ran through the forest, sending a flock of birds flying away.

Screams turned to whimpers, and soon enough, the dog stopped. It got off his body, walking towards the phone he dropped. Namjoon was on the line for a good minute, before the dog pawed it, accidentally ending the call.

It looked around more. Seeing no predators, it scampered off, Hoseok’s blood smeared all over its fur.

Namjoon rushed out of the house. It was a good thing Taehyung wasn’t at home, because he didn’t have enough time to explain to him why. He knew were Hoseok would’ve gone too.

The older boy was someone who always put other people before himself. Who played off his own hurt, and chose to comfort others first. It was obvious he went to visit Jungkook, especially since Yoongi’s been telling them that their youngest wasn’t doing well.

He dodged a few passers-by, shouting Hoseok’s name out in the process. “Hobi! Hobi, where are you?!” he breathlessly reached the intersection. He glanced around, looking for signs of his friend. Then, he spotted something wedged under the bushes.

The familiar water bottle lay under the leaves. He took it, rubbing the dirt off the surface. “Hoseok-” he stopped mid-sentence, bumping into someone.

He looked behind him, spotting an aggravated teenager. The boy was wearing all black, starting from his baseball cap, all the way to his leather jacket. It was so awfully pretentious. His minions stood behind him, the two of them balling their fists threateningly.

“Hey,” the boy narrowed his eyes. He took the toothpick he was chewing out and threw it on the ground. “You should watch where you’re going.” 

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry. It was an accident, but I don’t have time for this.” He tried walking around them, but one boy grabbed him and pushed him back. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. My friend is missing, and I know he’s in danger. So can you just let this one go?” he scoffed at them. 

Their leader stepped forward. “I think the fuck not.” He lunged at Namjoon, delivering a punch to the boy’s stomach. The air got knocked out of him, and he stumbled because of the sudden hit. “F-fuck off. I need to find my friend.” he coughed out.

The group huddled around him, kicking and hitting him. It was three against one, and there was no way he could hurt anyone. The two boys held him in a kneeling position while the other one kept throwing punches at him. When he finally thought it was over, the boy he bumped into clutched his shoulder and forced him to stand. 

“This should teach him.” he sneered to his lackeys, before punching him one last time.

The punch might’ve been a little too hard; or they might’ve been a little too close to a fire hydrant. It wasn’t until after Namjoon fell when someone yelled at them to stop. A middle-aged man chased them off, but by the time he got there, Namjoon’s blood was already spilling on the concrete. 

Next to them was a yellow fire hydrant; a single red splat on the metal.

The road was crowded when you went out. The locals were drawn to the forest shortcut, forming a circle around a clearing. An ambulance and police cars lined the streets. Policemen were preventing the people from going in further. Inside, a few more police were investigating the scene. 

“I pity the poor boy.” you heard an old woman whisper. “I do too. He mustn't have been from here. If he was, he wouldn’t even think of going in the forest.” her friend replied.

“The authorities really should start on putting up those anger signs.” she continued.

“Mama,” a little girl tugged on the hem of her mother’s dress. “What happened to the man in the forest?” 

Her mom looked down on her, her face etched with worry. “Nothing, honey. Let’s go before daddy gets worried.” She picked her daughter up, walking away from the scene. You caught up to her, curious about the news.

“Excuse me, miss. What happened here?” you asked her. She contemplated whether to tell you in front of her daughter or not, but in the end, she set her child back down. She leaned closer to whisper to you.

“There was an accident involving the wild dogs. A man was chased down and mauled to death. I overheard the police talking, and they said he didn’t make it.”

Dread stated to fill you. Your phone buzzed again, reminding you of Yoongi. “T-thanks.” you bid her goodbye.

Yoongi <3: Y/n where are you?? We found Namjoon... his body at least

You: Babe, wasn’t Hoseok born on the year of the dog?

Yoongi <3: What? I think so. Just come here please

Namjoon lay on the hospital bed. His white clothes matched the sheets. His eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping, except he wasn’t breathing. Bruises coated his skin, and one side of his head was busted. A faint line of stitching showed on that side, much like what happened to Jin. 

Taehyung stood at the foot of the bed. Jungkook clung onto him, his head tucked into the older one’s shoulder. They both looked tired, with Taehyung’s messy hair, and the dark circles under Jungkook’s eyes. 

You stood in front of Yoongi. He was hugging you from behind, nuzzling his mouth on your hair. Though he tried to stay calm, you could feel tension in his hands. 

“This is unbelievable.” Taehyung chuckled bitterly. “This is all your fault!” he pointed a finger accusingly at you. 

You were taken aback by his sudden outburst. “What are you talking about? You think I wanted this?!”

“This all started ever since you bought that stupid mirror. First Jin, then Jimin. Now Namjoon was beaten to death, and guess what? His head exploded on a fucking fire hydrant. Even Hoseok’s missing, and god knows where he’ll turn up. Probably dead, because of you!”

“Taehyung, that’s enough!” Yoongi shouted at him. You flinched, never hearing Yoongi yell before. 

SIlence returned to the room, and you couldn’t help but think that Taehyung was right. All the fortune came to you, but you didn’t want your loved ones taken away.

“Yoongi, we should go back to the shop.”

Without Hoseok, Yoongi drove this time. Taehyung helped you find his car keys so you can use his car for a bit. The bagua was shoved in your bag, wrapped with cloth. You didn’t know how the mirror worked, so you avoided all physical contact with it for the meantime.

You wordlessly reached the shop. Yoongi got off the car first, and without waiting for you, stormed into the shop.

He was slamming the bell on the counter when you went inside, the two other boys following behind. “Anyone here? Ms. Mei? Is no one manning the store? Sehun, where the fuck are you?!” his voice rang throughout the store. 

Finally, the employee who assisted you with the furniture came out. He looked twice as annoyed, a sour frown on his face. He held a black bag and hauled it on the counter. “Sir, I would need to ask you to stop-”

“Where’s your boss? We’re returning something.” he stretched his hand out to you, gesturing for the mirror. You unzipped your bag, shuffling through your things, before handing him the bundled cloth.

“This-” he shoved it near the clerk’s face. “-has ruined our lives. Four of my friends died. Call me crazy, but they died because of this.”

His face paled upon seeing it. He stepped back, shaking his head. “Ms. Mei isn’t here, and I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Bullshit!” Yoongi drew his hand back, throwing the mirror on the ground. Glass shards lay under the now loose cloth. You felt relieved seeing the mirror broken. It means it’s over now, right? Whatever curse it had should be lifted. It was gone, and you were saved. 

“That’s not how it works.” The cashier said weakly. “Ms. Mei is not here, and never will be. She’s dead. The day after you bought the mirror, she was about to move to America. She mentioned something about wanting to get away. A few days later, her grandson called the shop. She died after getting into a horsefly attack.” He pointed to where the mirror fell.

You stared in shock. It wasn’t there anymore. The cloth and the shards were gone. Yoongi looked back at mouth hung in confusion. You checked your bag again, digging through your wallet and phone. There it was, the cloth still wrapped around it. You felt around it, trying to feel a crack. However, there were no signs of damage.

The cashier coaxed you forward. The four of you stood behind the counter, the mirror placed in between. You put your bag next to his, the weight wearing your shoulders off.

“My name’s Minseok. I’ve been running the shop with her ever since the start. She’s practically like family now, you know? I’ve seen that mirror around a few times. She had it with her, but she never talked about it or showed it to anyone. Actually, I don’t know how it got on that shelf the day you saw it. I thought she changed her mind about it and decided to sell it.” He looked at you, and you nodded.

“Before she went to America, she told me something about it. It came from a girl, way back in the 18th century. No one knew her name, and she was dubbed Lotus Feet since her feet were bounded to give her small feet, or lotus feet. During the battle of Ningpo, her family was being hunted down by the British. Food was scarce, and they were having a hard time escaping. So, they decided to leave her behind.  They thought she was a burden, so they left her for dead. This-” he tapped the mirror.

“-holds her soul. It’s evil. I know it brings luck, but if you accept the luck it brings, it takes a life in payment. In particular, those who have looked into the mirror after you.”

“But why did she die? If she knew about it, why couldn’t she do anything about it?” you asked him. The three boys were silent next to you. You could feel Taehyung’s burning stare, but decided to ignore it.

“You. You were the good luck it gave. Something she couldn’t reject. You wanted the mirror, and the curse was passed from her to you. The only way you can avoid its effects is to reject the luck it brings.” he pushed it towards you. 

“Can’t I find someone else? How do I permanently end this?” you pushed it back.

“Unless someone willingly accepts the mirror, it won’t leave you. Unless...” he paused, nibbling on his lip while he was deep in thought. 

“Unless?” Taehyung pushed on.

“Unless you can go to a Chinese blessing shop. You can destroy it there. There’s one, but it’s in another town, left from here. You should go.” He ushered you out, grabbing your bag and returning it to you. 

You bounded put the shop, waiting for Minseok as he locked the door. “I can’t come with you. I’m sorry but I need to send money to my mom, since she’s really sick.”

He walked towards Yoongi and got a pen out. “Go on that road and drive straight down until you reach the fourth intersection. Take a left, then a right, and drive until you see a ‘Welcome to Jil-An’ sign. Turn right on the second crossing, and the second building should be ‘An Liu’s Charm Shop’. Just go straight in and say Fa Mei sent you.” he instructed as he scribbled down on Yoongi’s arm. 

You got into the car, and Yoongi slammed the pedal. Through the rearview mirror, you could see Minseok’s fading form. The forest was getting larger as you ventured forward. The sun was starting to set too, and it was going to be a long night for you.

“Why can’t we just destroy it here? It’s more dangerous going there,” Taehyung looked out the window, big raindrops splattering on it rapidly. “Let’s just chuck it out the window or something.”

Along the way, you ran into a storm. It was pouring outside, and there were constant flashes of lightning. The car’s headlights provided little help with the amount of water dripping down the windshield. A twig or some leaves would slap against the car from time to time, but Yoongi was unfazed.

“We can’t do that. Didn’t you see what just happened at the shop?” he said through gritted teeth. Taehyung glared at him from the backseat. 

“Easy for you to say. You’re the only person in this damn car that hasn’t looked at that mirror, and you perfectly know you’re safe.” he leaned forward, grabbing the back of your seat.

“Taehyung, sit back down. You’re distracting him.” Jungkook murmured, though the older boy ignored him.

“See that?” he spoke, just as lightning lit up the sky. “That’s the sign of me dying soon. I’m next. I’m the stupid bastard who looked into the mirror, not you.”

Yoongi shifted gear, driving impossibly faster. You looked across to see him. Tears pooled at the edges of his eyes, ready to be released. His breathing was getting irregular, and his grip on the steering wheel was tightening. 

“It’ll just get restored again, you know that. Hyung please stop.” Jungkook whispered, pulling Taehyung back. 

The older boy pushed him off, sending him flying to the window with a thump. “Shut up! Unlike you, I don’t want to die yet!”

“What, you think I want to die? How could anyone fucking know looking into that thing would kill you? Stop putting the blame on someone and think for once.” Jungkook snarled at him, throwing a punch. 

Taehyung sat back, rubbing his throbbing jaw. Jungkook stared back at him, appalled. “Jungkook...” your eyes swept back and forth on the two boys.

“Can you please stop? We’re all suffering here.” Yoongi looked at Taehyung through the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry, okay? We’re trying to help here. We won’t just let you die.”

Taehyung scoffed. “Stop the car.”

“What-”

“Stop the car!”

Yoongi stepped on the brake, sending the car forward in a jolt. Taehyung's eyes flickered to the bagua you were holding, then to you. “If you won’t do anything about it, I would.

He lunged forward, grabbing the cloth from you. “Taehyung, no!” you screamed at him, trying to pull the mirror back. His hold was strong, and you couldn’t shake it off, even with Jungkook trying to pull his arms away. Yoongi clicked his seatbelt off and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist.

“Let go!” he yelled. Suddenly, Taehyung let out a pained scream. You looked up to see Jungkook forcefully biting his shoulder. Just as the younger one pulled away, he did too. With the sudden loss of contrast, Yoongi stumbled back in his seat, the mirror in his hands.

In a state of shock, he looked at it, his distorted reflection staring back at him. Frantically, he grabbed the cloth and wrapped it around the bagua again. With shaking hands, he handed it back to you. 

“No,” you whispered. “Not you too. No, Yoongi-” Tears streamed down your cheeks. You hugged him, sobbing into his chest. The two younger boys speechlessly watched on.

You felt soothing hands caressing your hair. “Baby, it’s okay. We can make it.” he gently told you. His face was close to yours, and you could feel his cheeks equally wet. Was he crying too?

You heard the door lock click, and turned your head just in time to catch a glimpse of Taehyung stepping outside. You were about to go after him, but Yoongi held you back. Jungkook, however, was out of the car within seconds. 

“Jungkook, no-” Yoongi was met a slam of the door. He turned to you. “Get your phone and call Jungkook. Tell him to go back” He readjusted the gear and backed up the road. 

You opened your bag, trying to feel the outline of your phone. ‘What?’ You opened the bag wider, turning on the inside light to get a better look. “Yoongi, this isn’t my bag.”

The bag had bands of money in it. None of it was yours, and most of the contents looked like it belonged to a man. Everything pieced together. 

“I changed bags with Minseok.” you stared at it in horror. It would be a matter of time now before something happens to the person next in line. Distressed, you rolled down the window, chucking the bag out. “I don’t want your money!”

Taehyung trudged through the forest. The wind slapped at his face, and the rain sprayed harshly against his skin. He wanted to go home. That was all he could think of. Maybe if he slept it off, he’d wake up to find that it was just dream. Hoseok would wake him up, then he’d go to the living room to find Namjoon sitting on the couch, reading the same boring book. 

Jin and Jimin would call him over to hang out, and at the end of the day, he’d have dinner at your house just as usual. 

He wanted to believe it so bad. The blinding lie was so much more comforting. It warmed him as he shivered under the trees. He brought an arm to wipe his face, not sure if he wiped away tears or raindrops. 

In the distance, he heard Jungkook call for him. “Hyung!” he whipped his head around to find a figure making its way to him. “Hyung, come back!”

He didn’t know why, but he broke out into a run. He entered the forest, trying to get away from the younger boy. Why was he running? Isn’t he tired of doing that very thing? 

Maybe he couldn’t think straight. There was no way of escaping death at this point, so what was the use of avoiding it?  The cold was distracting him, that’s for sure. Jungkook’s voice was fading, but he didn’t stop.

The ground he was stepping on started becoming muddier. He concentrated on his steps, trying not to trip. Then, a loud snap followed by excruciating pain on his leg ensued. He fell down, clutching his left leg. A bear trap bit into it, the metal hidden under the mud. 

He tried forcing it open, only to injure his fingers. He cried out. “Jungkook! Jungkook, help me!” he yanked at it, thinking of ripping it off in desperation. Pain coursed through every bone in his body. Slowly, he felt the sharp tips on his bone. 

His screams grew hoarse as he tried prying it off. Thunder covered the sound of his yells. Mud coated his body from moving on the ground too much. The rain made his hold slippery, and he could feel a chunk of his leg starting to separate. Panicked, he looked around, eyes stopping on a familiar boy silently watching behind the trees. “Hoseok hyung.”

“Yoongi, we have to go after them, and the car isn’t helping.” you sternly told him. At last, he hesitantly nodded, stepping out the car. You took your seatbelt off, grabbed the mirror, and followed suit. 

“Jungkook!” you shouted for him. “Jungkook!” Yoongi cupped his hands around his mouth. You walked more, the fog devouring the car as you got farther away. 

“Y/n,” you looked at him. His brown eyes no longer held coldness. Instead, they were filled with regret. Sadness. The boy was tired. “If something bad happens, promise me, the first thing we’ll do is to run back to that car.” you nodded, understanding his point. There was no guarantee Jungkook will make it. It hurt to sa that, but it was the truth; and you didn’t want Yoongi to go next.  

“Is that him?” Yoongi pointed at a shadowy form standing on the other side of the road. “Where-” you started to run towards it, only to have Yoongi pull you back again. A car zoomed past you, beeping loudly.

“Noona?” It was Jungkook. He started to show clearer as he jogged towards you. “Wait-” you shouted, fearing the worst. “-stay away from the road!” 

A loud honk interrupted. Jungkook was illuminated under bright headlights, like a deer caught on the road. Metal against flesh collided, and the boy was thrown a few feet away. The driver of the truck tried to regain control, only tipping the truck over. Broken milk bottles lay on the road, some of the milk turning pink around Jungkook’s body. 

Horrified, Yoongi put you behind him, and you walked back to the body. The milk turned a darker shade of red each step you took closer. Jungkook was slumped on the ground, his limbs bent at awkward angles. 

Yoongi shook his head. He reached for your hand again. “Time to go.”

You forced yourself to take our eyes off the scene. If Yoongi didn’t save you, would’ve it been over? It was unfair. The mirror knew you couldn’t reject the luck it just brought. What if it happened to Yoongi? No, not him. Dear god, anyone but him.

Various thoughts raced in your mind as you got back in the car. Yoongi started it again, absentmindedly staring out the windshield. “You know couldn’t just let you die out there right?” you nodded at him. His voice was weary, the same voice he used when he comforted you. 

The trees got replaced by pastures. Fences appeared at the side of the road. You were close. You could make it. You breathed out a sigh of relief as you passed the sign Minseok told you about. Yoongi let out a breath he was holding. He looked over to you, smiling. You smiled back, eyes glancing at the road again. 

“Yoongi!” you screamed. He swerved, however still hitting the lone chicken that was about to cross. He lost complete control of the car, sliding off the road and crashing into a fence. You felt his hand holding yours, before you were knocked unconscious.

The police found the wreckage in the morning. You woke up to an unfamiliar voice talking to you. “Miss? I think she’s conscious now. Miss, do you remember your name?” Your body ached all over. Your head was pounding, and something sharp poked at your ribs. 

A siren pierced your eardrums. You could make out the sound of mumbling, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying. Bits and pieces were caught up in your brain, then you suddenly felt something soft against you.

“-lost control, and it crashed on the chicken wire fence”

“What about the other one?”

“Didn’t make it, he-”

“Miss, can you hear me?”

The voices were blending in your head. You tried opening your eyes, immediately closing them as harsh light came into view. A hand cupped over your eyes, preventing further light from coming. You blinked twice, blurry eyesight starting to focus. 

“We’re taking you to the hospital, no need to worry about anything.” 

With much effort, you turned your head to face him. Your mouth froze into a scream, looking face to face with Yoongi. His head was busted and blood was all over him. 

“Time to go, sweetheart.”

[ninis-swag]

Fic Recommendation: KIM TAEHYUNG

[ for symbols' meaning please look it up on the full masterlist ]

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we touched the sun by @kidguk | ghost au ☁️🌊✓

the point of no return by @illneverrecover ☁️🔥✓

aperture by @maliby | idol au, photographer au ☁️🔥✓

patience by @baepsaets 🔥✓

baby, you're bad (ft. yoongi) by @forgottenpasta ☁️🌊🔥🖋️

for you by @seokoloqy | werewolf au ☁️🌊✓

everythingoes (ft. jungkook) by @jamaisjoons | fuckboy best friend au, college au ☁️🌊🔥🌻✓

sunny by @taetaesbaebaepsae | superpowers au ☁️🌊🔥🌻✓ (part of the "villanous" universe on yoongi sect.)

little dove by @yminie | werewolf au ☁️🌊🔥✓

sunflower boy by @happy-meo | model au, childhood friends au ☁️🌻✓ (first meeting series: taehyung/v)

carnal cupidity by @kittae | werewolf au ☁️🌊🔥✓

apologies by @ellieljade 🔥✓

princess by @avveh | idol au 🔥✓

taehyung x reader by @curlykoo ☁️✓ (drabble)

watch out, gucci boy by @hugseoks ☁️🌊🌻✓

much better by @minflix | rebound au, tattooed!pierced!tae au ☁️🌊🔥✓

→ sequel: the afterglow

by @jincherie :

synthesis | chimera au, experiment au 🌊✓

4 o'clock | single parent au, hybrid au ☁️🌊🌻🖋️

by @jungk0oksthighs :

exquisite | model au ☁️🔥🌻🖋️ (a night at work: taehyung version)

abstract | step brother au 🌊🔥✓ (a night to remember: taehyung version)

by @inktae :

away from the sun | soulmate au ☁️🌊✓

first light (ft. jungkook) | hotarubi no mori e au☁️🌊🌻✓

by @crystaljins :

schemes and tricks to win her heart | college au, f2l au, series ☁️✓

the reluctant babysitter | werewolf au ☁️✓ (drabble)

by @readyplayerhobi :

papillon | best friends to lovers au, pregnancy au ☁️✓

storm bringer | drakken au ☁️🖋️

by @krreader :

we're dating? we're dating! ☁️✓ (drabble)

love, sweat, and tears | actress au, social media au ☁️🌊🌻🖋️

→ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

save me | alternate reality au, non idol au, hansung x reader ☁️🌊🖋️

[exodesmadres]

Masterlist

This is my masterlist, where you can find links to my stories, and the different chapters that have been posted. It will be expanded as I continue to post on here. They will also be labeled so that you can all be aware of the content in each post.

MTL

GIF Reactions

EXO As Your Boyfriend

EXO In Bed (M)

Fanfics (Group OT12/OT9)

Fanfics By Individual Member Suho (Kim Junmyeon) Sehun (Oh Sehun) Baekhyun (Byun Baekhyun) Chanyeol ( Park Chanyeol) Kai (Kim Jongin) D.O. (Do Kyungsoo) Lay (Zhang Yixing) Xiumin (Kim Minseok) Chen (Kim Jongdae) Lu Han Kris (Wu Yifan) Tao (Huang Zitao)

MTL

GIF Reactions

BTS as your boyfriend

BTS In Bed (M)

Fanfics (Group)

By Individual Member V (Kim Taehyung) Jungkook (Jeon Jungkook) Jin (Kim Seokjin) Rap Monster (Kim Namjoon) Jimin (Park Jimin) Suga (Min Yoongi) J-Hope (Jung Hoseok)

MTL

GIF Reactions

NCT U As Your Boyfriend

NCT U In Bed (M)

Fanfics (Group)

By Individual Member Taeyong (Lee Taeyong) Taeil (Moon Taeil) Doyoung (Kim Dongyoung) Ten (Chittaphon Leechaiyapornku) Jaehyun (Jung Yoonoh) Mark (Mark Lee)

MTL

GIF Reactions

NCT 127 As Your Boyfriend

NCT 127 In Bed (M)

Fanfics (Group)

By Individual Member Taeyong (Lee Taeyong) Taeil (Moon Taeil) Doyoung (Kim Dongyoung)  Johnny (Seo Youngho) Yuta (Nakamoto Yuta) Jaehyun (Jung Yoonoh) Win Win (Dong Si Cheng) Mark (Mark Lee) Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)

MTL

GIF Reactions

NCT Dream As Your Boyfriend

Fanfics (Group)

By Individual Member Mark (Mark Lee) Renjun (Huang Renjun) Jeno (Lee Jeno) Haechan (Lee Donghyuck) Jaemin (Na Jaemin) Chenle (Zhong Chenle) Jisung (Park Jisung)

MTL

GIF Reactions

Got7 As Your Boyfriend

Got7 In Bed (M)

Fanfics (Group)

By Individual Member Mark (Mark Tuan) JB (Im Jaebum) Jackson (Wang Kayee) Jinyoung (Park Jinyoung) Youngjae (Choi Youngjae) Bam Bam (Kunpimook Bhuwakul) Yugyeom (Kim Yugyeom)

MTL

GIF Reactions

Cross Gene As Your Boyfriend

Cross Gene In Bed (M)

Fanfics (Group)

By Individual Member Shin (Shin Wonho) Takuya (Terada Takuya) Sangmin (Kim Sangmin) Seyoung (Lee Seyoung) Casper (Chu Xiao Xiang) Yongseok (Kim Yongseok)

MTL

GIF Reactions

BR as your boyfriend

BR In Bed (M)

Fanfics (Group)

By Individual Member Suwoong (Lee Suwoong) Sungjoon (Park Sungjoon) Minsu (Kim Minsu) Sunwoo (Choi Dabin) Wonjun (Jo Wonjun)

*this category will be centered on the princes of goryeo only*

MTL

The Princes As Your Boyfriend

The Princes In Bed (M)

Fanfics (Group)

Fanfics By Individual Prince Wang So Wang Yo Wang Wook Wang Mu Wang Baek Ah Wang Eun Wang Won Wang Jung

MTL

GIF Reactions

SHINee As Your Boyfriend

SHINee In Bed (M)

Fanfics (group)

Fanfics (By Individual Member) Onew (Lee Jinki) Key (Kim Kibum) Jonghyun (Kim Jonghyun) Minho (Choi Minho) Taemin (Lee Taemin)

MTL

GIF Reactions

Seventeen As Your Boyfriend

Seventeen In Bed (M)

Fanfics (group)

Fanfics (By Individual Member) S.Coups (Choi Sung Cheol) Jeonghan (Yoon Junghan) Joshua (Hong Jisoo) Jun (Wen Junhui) Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung) Wonwoo (Jeon Wonwoo) Woozi (Lee Jihun) DK (Lee Seokmin) Mingyu (Kim Mingyu) The8 (Xu Minghao) Seungkwan (Boo Seungkwan) Vernon (Hansol Vernon Choi) Dino (Lee Chan)

MTL

GIF Reactions

Super Junior As Your Boyfriend

Super Junior In Bed (M)

Fanfics (group)

Fanfics (By Individual Member) Leeteuk (Park Jungsoo) Heechul (Kim Heechul) Yesung (Kim Jongwoon) Kangin (Kim Youngwoon) Shindong (Shin Donghee) Sungmin (Lee Sungmin) Eunhyuk (Lee Hyukjae) Donghae (Lee Donghae) Siwon (Choi Siwon) Ryeowook (Kim Ryeowook) Kyuhyun (Cho Kyuhyun)

[ REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED FOR HWARANG CHARACTERS. THEY WILL OPEN ONCE I CATCH UP WITH THE SERIES. ]

MTL

Hwarang Boys As Your Boyfriend

Hwarang Boys In Bed (M)

Fanfics (group)

Fanfics (By Individual Character) Moo Myung Sam Maekjong Kim Sooho Park Banryu Kim Yeowool Rang Hansung

MTL

Monsta X As Your Boyfriend

Fanfics (group)

Fanfics (By Individual Member) Shownu (Son Hyunwoo) Jooheon (Lee Jooheon) Wonho (Shin Hoseok) Minhyuk (Lee Minhyuk) I.M (Lim Chang Kyun) Hyungwon (Chae Hyungwon) Kihyun (Yoo Kihyun)

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Wanna One

MTL

Wanna One As Your Boyfriend

Fanfics (group)

Fanfics (By Individual Member) Yoon Jisung Ha Sungwoon Hwang Minhyun Ong Seongwoo Kim Jaehwan Kang Daniel Park Jihoon Park Woojin Bae Jinyoung Lee Daehwi Lai Guanlin

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Drama fics Star of the Universe, Weightlifting Fairy, Missing 9, & Legend of the Blue Sea coming soon.

Considering adding VIXX, Winner, & iKON as well. But those are pending.

Also highly considering writing about girl groups. Would start with Red Velvet & f(x), but would be open to suggestions.

[pentaebomb]

Tagged by @my-road-in-life <3 

Rules: tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better

Nickname: Mulle, and other cute nicknames, Lae and I was Hyung as well at some point.   Zodiac sign: Virgo Height: 5′3″ Last Thing You Googled: Vmin fanfic  Favourite music artist: BTS, VIXX, Got7, Seventeen, Pentagon, Block B, Day6, EXO, SHINee, Big Bang, Astro, Monsta X, Eric Nam, Mamamoo and CLC.  Song stuck in my head: Nillilli Mambo by Block B Last Movie you watched: don’t remember tbh What are you wearing right now: Leggings and my Troye Sivan shirt.  Why did you choose your URL: Because of Pentagon, Taehyung and Ravi’s Bomb.  Do you have any other blogs: i do yes, a really depressing one and a saved one.  What Did Your Last Relationship Teach You: Don’t do long distance.  Religious Or Spiritual: Spiritual I guess?  Favourite Colour: Black, pink and red.  Average Hours Of Sleep: Around 6-9,5 hours.  Lucky Number : Don’t really have one. Favorite characters: Hansung in Hwarang, but also Minho’s character.  How Many Blankets Do you Sleep With: My duvet, but like 8 pillows. 

Dream Job: Something that has to do with travels. Idk what tho. 

I don’t tag anyone. if you wanna do it, then do it.