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spicyicymeloncat · 2 years ago

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talk/doodle about hatsune miku for the art/opinions thing

Hatsune Miku???

Oh wow… my favourite Ninjago character… ig I can work with this…

Happy belated birthday Hatsune Miku

Hatsune miku is a vocaloid (a vocal synthesiser) created by Crypton Future Media and she is used to sing (and feature as a character) in songs (usually in Japanese) created by various artists that own her software. She is a widespread internet sensation, globally famous making cameos in various other mediums, like comics, anime and lady gaga concerts.

If you’d rather not delve in the horrors of EC (which is murder and everything that’s worse than murder) then just skip this paragraph. Miku tends to be given character of a sentient doll constantly in an existential crisis and severe daddy issues. One of her roles is Maria Moonlit (which could be counted as her first appearance (or her last), if we’re counting song wise in chronological order. Idk? who’s counting amirite?). Maria Moonlit is an orphan born near the beginning of time, got struck by lightning and chosen to be the prophet and figure head to a technologically advanced medieval civilisation. She supposedly had the power to hear the voices of the gods who claimed to be her parents. However, the gods were evil and trapped somewhere and wanted to be born into human vessels, so she made up a lie to trick the people into starting a project to create magic twin babies to house the gods. This turns into an incredibly convoluted science experiment which involved serial killers, cloning, incest????, the government being overthrown, dragons and the entire city exploding and all technology being lost as the world is thrust into the dark ages. Maria lives the sad life of wondering who she is and wondering whether she’s just been used like a plaything to the gods, and technically she was, because she was a doll wound up like clockwork to repeat her miserable life forever (literally, there’s time travel shanigannery). We can assume she’s a doll because she’s the reincarnation of one that has been sent back in time. Okay Ik that was entirely crazy but that’s only the first part of evillious. Miku’s two most prominent parts in the series however, is trans lesbian servant girl Michaela, who got assassinated in the name of a jealous betrothed of a man with a one sided crush on her and became a tree - and licensed doctor by day, drug supplier mafia member by night, Margarita, who is unable to sleep because she’s secretly a doll and her husband only married her because she was rich and he likes gambling and sleeping around, so she released an airborne toxin killing a whole town whilst calling herself the sleep princess. The first girl, Michaela, is part of the more well known section of the series, the story of evil. She was originally a tree spirit in the form of a bird, who became a human in order to become close to a depressed peasant girl who was ostracised from her village due to her ancestry to a certain clan. She learns the joys of being human, hanging out with her friend, falling in love with said friend, but eventually her otherworldly beauty causes conflict and the continent goes to war, which ended in the genocide of a country and Michaela stabbed and left in a well. The other girl, Margarita, is a pretty significant character in the series due to the fact that the series is structured around the biblical seven deadly sins, with her story being Sloth (Michaela is a side character of Pride’s story). Margarita may seem like an odd choice for sloth as part of her story follows how she is unable to sleep, and instead works hard to develop her gift to her loved ones (but gift in the German meaning of the word check below image). But sloth also means lacking devotion or care, and Margarita by the end of it, despite once vowing she’d always her husband, couldn’t give a damn about him in the end, describing herself again like “a plaything, broken from the start” and eventually she gives up on everything. All these Miku characters all have the same things in common (other than being screwed over by men), which is their relationship with inhumanity and artificiality, which is kinda meta given how Hatsune Miku is an artificial singer made for the amusement of others. But at least she’s not about to poison anyone because of it.

I’ve spoken too much evillious, so let me info dump about a much more palatable Miku related thing. That was a pun because it’s Colourful Palette. Or Colour Stage? Uhh Project Sekai. Yeah. A rhythm game (that’s free), that revolves around the concept of different genres of hatsune Miku that come from magic other worlds and are really good therapists. There are five storylines of different music groups that have really strong feelings tm that their emotions spawned whole other worlds that are inhabited by vocaloids, who want to help the main characters, discover what their feelings are so they can write songs about it. Yeahhh… Miku comes in five different flavours! School, idol, street, catgirl clown and depressed! ALSO EVILLIOUS DID A CROSS OVER WITH THE GAME SO THE POISON LADY IS HERE ALSO. The songs used in the rhythm game consists of a lot of iconic vocaloid songs as well as songs specifically commissioned for the game, sung by both vocaloids and the real life voice actors, which is very fun. Hatsune Miku, due to coming in different forms in this game, kinda works like a character from a multiverse story (like spider verse or the incredibly convoluted branch of the undertale fandom), and it seems like Miku is kinda just born from emotions and music, which makes her way more cryptid/deity like than the game presents her to be. Miku is just an entity yknow? I haven’t finished the main storylines of the game yet, but they’re good and also the vocaloid side plots are cool. For example the School world Miku tries her hardest to act like a mentor figure to the humans, whilst Luka (another vocaloid) who is more of a mentor figure to Miku looks on. I think in the fandom, the theme park theatre storyline and the emo shut ins storyline are more popular (because they are the embodiment of the “nothing in life matters” millennial vs gen z meme), and can we talk about depressed Miku because she’s literally born out of somebody’s mommy issues and depression but she’s really sweet. The whole “Miku’s personality is based around the feelings that are put into her songs” are again in reference to how the character of Miku works.

To round off this ramble about Miku I’m going to talk about some of my favourite Miku songs. I’m more of a kagamine Len listener, especially when I was younger and first discovered vocaloid but these are my Miku picks.

Miku by Anamanaguchi: yeah so this chiptune song is about Miku herself and it’s pretty iconic. A lot of vocaloid songs are kinda vague, but this one seems to describe who and what Miku is in a way that makes her seem mysterious, like an interesting technological phenomenon which checks out. She mentions how “anyone can find her” and that people can “play me break me” referring to how she’s easily found on the internet and she can be used to make songs. The ending of the song seems to take a more sinister turn where Miku seems to want to make you stay forever (in like a ddlc Monika way). It does make sense in a way, since Miku is a program that relies on other people’s interest to stay alive and relevant, and in a sense, people’s dedication/addiction to Miku is what keeps her going. She’s like one of those spooky maybe??sentient AIs.

The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku by cosMo: so this is a song depicting what happens to Miku when no one likes her. Specifically this is supposedly about that one time in 2007 when suddenly, Miku disappeared from the search engines, and every time someone tried to look her up, the search results came up blank. She became incredibly popular in a short amount of time that allegedly people searched her so much that Google and yahoo blocked the search, because it looked like spam. The incident upset people so much they created a fan made character, that later was recognised as an official derivative of Miku, based on their boredom. There’s also a conspiracy on whether this was actually a motivated attack on Miku’s popularity due to an anti Miku campaign lead by an advertising agency that influenced the Japanese music industry but idk there are a lot of stories on the internet. Evidently the problem is fixed. The song came out around that time and is about Miku lamenting the fact that she’s getting shut down, and all she wants to do is sing before she dies. Yeah. The song is notorious, not just for its background but also for its incredibly fast paced rap?? part that gets as fast as 240bpm, and I think the fact that’s is almost impossible for a human to sing it, works well with Miku’s struggle with the fact that’s she’s not human.

Okay that’s a lot of talking so here are some quick recommendations:

The maiden of the tree ~ Millennium Wiegenlied ~ by Akuno-P: this is the evillious song about Michaela the spirit turned human lesbian. Very boppy!

Patchwork staccato by toa: I like this one for the actual music it’s a bop. There’s a few interpretations of the song but generally it’s about relationship problems, be it one sided love or a toxic relationship that’s hard to break away from.

Kagerou Daze by Jin: more of a rock song, which is part of a wider vocaloid series (The Kagerou Project) and it’s about a boy who keeps living through the same day over and over again because his friend keeps dying no matter where he takes her. It’s a time travel trauma loop! The song ends when the boy realises to break the cycle, he has to die instead, and m the last verse of the song reveals the girl is also trapped in the same loop. Fun! The actual story is a little different but I don’t need another incredibly complex and convoluted vocaloid series to cry about so I didn’t get into it. Also the animation for it is so cool

Anything from the Night ∞ Series by Hitoshizuku-P x Yama△: a series consisting of four songs sung by eight vocaloids (ofc Hatsune Miku is included), which tell the tale of a group of actors who get trapped repeating the same play of a manor in the woods forever which also becomes real life because someone lost the last page of the script (and also someone perhaps died??). The songs all tell the same story from different perspectives and end differently (but usually either Miku or everyone else dies). There’s a novel about it. It’s confusing spooky and good music. I also feel like I’ve listed way too many dark songs oops.

Aww man I can’t talk about “all phone zombies lead to Rome” by manbo-p because it’s a gumi song, not Miku. It was going to be the one not tragic song on this list! Oh well you should totally listen/watch it, it’s hilarious and also educational.

Well yeah that’s it! My tastes in Miku songs are a little intense but yeah!

#hatsune miku #by doodle I really mean 3+ day projects #outing my incredible concerning music tastes to innocent Ninjago fans I’m sorry #doodlarambla #art #evillious chronicles #millennium wiegenlied #gift of the third sleep princess #project sekai #Miku #anamanaguchi #the disappearance of hatsune miku #patchwork staccato #Kagerou daze #night∞series #bad end night #digital art #fanart #this is my irl friend being an agent of chaos

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wangxianficrecs · 4 years ago

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❤️See What I've Become by Vamillepudding

❤️See What I've Become

by Vamillepudding

T, 25k, wangxian

Summary: “You didn’t have to come,” Wei Wuxian says, sounding faintly embarrassed. “Whatever Jiang Cheng told you, it’s not true. It’s just a stab wound. Didn’t even puncture anything important. My doctor said I’d be right as rain in no time.”

“You got stabbed?” Lan Wangji can’t quite hide the shock in his voice.

Wei Wuxian ducks his head. “Just a little.”

(Desperate to get away from his family, Lan Wangji has settled into a quiet life. Wei Wuxian seems to be intent on disturbing it. Lan Wangji seems intent on letting him.)

Excerpt: The ficus tree man laughs and holds out the entire assortment of drinks he is carrying. None of them have lids, which strikes Lan Wangji as extremely ill-considered. He takes one of the coffee cups and, after the man doesn’t withdraw his arms, also a milkshake.

“It’s bribery,” the man explains. “My brother told me to put sleeping pills in them and just kidnap you, but I told him that’s why he doesn’t have any friends. Are you going home? Can we take the bus? Walking is so boring.”

“I prefer it,” Lan Wangji says and takes a careful sip of the milkshake. It’s chocolate-flavoured and very sweet. He wonders if it would be impolite to hand back the coffee before deciding against it.

The ficus tree man is watching him so intently that Lan Wangji would be convinced that the drinks are drugged, if he hadn’t been assured that this is not the case. The mystery clears up when the man says, “Do you like it? I didn’t know what you wanted, do you want to try mine instead? It’s strawberry, here, have a sip-“ He tries to stick the straw into Lan Wangji’s mouth by force. Lan Wangji turns his head, unwilling to permit this kind of assault.

“Chocolate is sufficient,” he says when he has been left alone.

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chaoticpuff17 · 4 years ago

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A Dangerous Game

epilogue

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Here it is my darlings! The epilogue! I fully expect you all to come for my head, but enjoy! It’s been a pleasure to write it!!-- chaotic puff

Y/N enjoyed the August sunshine as she wandered the market. Her life had been peaceful since coming to the Italian countryside taking on a new name, a new life. She had taken a job at a local restaurant and found them a small house bordering one of the olive orchards that littered the countryside where Mark was able to find a job. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was freedom, blessed freedom.

Italy had been good for her. There was no JB, no Namjoon, no mafia to worry about. No one knew her here. It was the fresh start she needed after her time in Korea. Here she was a Canadian woman from Quebec by the name of Alice Morin living with her husband of a year Matthew, also from Quebec. It was quiet. The only unexpected thing had been the baby.

The baby had been a rather rude surprise. She’d only just escaped Namjoon when she’d begun to show early signs. It had been a doctor in Prague, one that she was not entirely sure was practicing medicine legally, that had given them the news. She was several weeks along in a pregnancy that she had never wanted to begin with, but she was determined to make the best of it, even if the child was Namjoon’s.

She could remember turning to Mark with panicked eyes once the doctor had given them the news. They were on the run. They were trying to start a new life. They were both still grieving the death of a dear friend, more than one on Mark’s part. But Mark had taken her hands in his and smiled at her and told her that it would all be alright, that they could do this. It would be her tiny miracle, not Namjoon’s. He would make sure of that.

Eventually they’d made their way to Italy, establishing themselves in the northern countryside. It was a good life, more peaceful than she had ever known. The village was out of the way, vineyards and olive trees and above all sunshine. She loved it there, and for the first time every she was able to enjoy a pregnancy.

She’d been almost too scared to acknowledge the baby at first. Mark had been more invested than she had worrying over the constant movement and stress it would cause to her and the little buddy as Mark called him. They didn’t actually know the sex of the baby. Because of the restraints on both funds and access to proper medical care, Mark had chosen the remote Italian countryside, and had settled on using the local midwife to deliver the baby when the time came which left them with no clue of the baby’s gender.

Little by little, she had been able to become more excited about the baby. The nonnas of the village were more than happy to help with the pregnancy teaching her how to knit and sow, helping her put together the nursery, teaching her how to make proper Italian food. She couldn’t say how many times, she’d heard her boss being scolded by the local nonnas about letting a pregnant woman work so much. Mark also got his fair share of scoldings from the nonnas.

They’d melded into the village quite well after being there for so long now, they had their own routines and rituals, a peaceful life. Part of which included her weekly visit to the local church to light a candle for Jackson.

The church was one of her favorite parts of the village. It was small but beautiful, like so many other things in Italy. The local priest was always kind enough to say a few words to her before he left her in peace to grieve and contemplate in silence. She’d never been particularly religious before, but this brought her comfort. After her trip to the church, she’d go to the market before she walked home.

“Buongiorno, bella donna!” An old man she bought flowers from every week called out as she came into view of his stall.

“Buongiorno, signore!” Her smile was bright, happy as she walked over “Come stanno i fiori oggi?” She asked looking over the flowers he had laid out.

“Oggi abbiamo bellisime dalie. Il tuo italiano sta diventando motto buono.” He complimented with a wrinkled smile already preparing the dahlias he had just mentioned. It was their tradition. Every week she would ask about the flowers, and he would tell her what he thought was the most beautiful that week and prepare a bunch for her.

“Grazie.”

“Come sta il bambino?” He asked motioning to the rather large swell of her belly.

“Calcia come un giacatore di futbol.” She replied with a tired but happy smile looking down at her belly with playful exasperation. She swore that the little one was trying to kill her from the inside out sometimes or at least enjoyed using her organs as a punching bag. “Sono pronto per la sua nascita.”

“Quanto tempo fino alla nascita, Alicia?” He asked handing her the bunch of dahlias.

“Sei settimane.”

“Cosí presto!” He cheered as she paid for the flowers. “Non veds l’ora di incontrare il piccolo. Io e mia moglie ci piacerebbe averti a cena quando nasce il piccolo.”

“Grazie. Mi piacerebbe molto. Ciao, signore!”

“Ciao, bella donna!”

She continued through the market stopping at stalls and bopping into the bakery to pick up some fresh bread all the while oblivious to the dark gaze that followed her movements. He watched as she laughed with vendors and smiled at the Italian boys that paid her compliments. His blood boiling. That was his wife, and she was pregnant with his child, and yet she was here with Mark. He was getting to play the father to Namjoon’s child.

He’d been searching for her for months. Her disappearance had wreaked havoc on the manor, had wreaked havoc on him, but here she was perfectly alive and well and happy, and with another man no less. The entire organization had gone through an in depth cleansing, and GOT7 had been dealt with for good, all in preparation to bring her home. There was only one more pest to take care of.

Namjoon had never once doubted that he would find her. There was nowhere in the world she could hide from him, though he was impressed by how long she had managed to hide from him. It had been eight months since he had last seen her, eight torturous months, but that would all be over soon.

It took every ounce of his self-control not to take her right then and there, but there were too many people there now for her to take her now. She would be in his arms soon enough though, and then she would never leave him again. To say he was shocked when he’d received news of her with a picture of her swollen belly would have been an understatement. He hadn’t even known she was pregnant at the time of her escape, but both she and their child would be home soon. From the look of her, it wouldn’t be long until they welcomed their little one into the world. Namjoon had immediately started preparations for both her and the baby as soon as he’d found her. Everything would be perfect for her and their child. All that was left to do was to bring her home. Her pest was already on his way back to Korea to suffer a slow and torturous death by Namjoon’s own hand.

Namjoon followed her home carefully following her in watching from the shadows as she clipped the stems of the flowers and arranged them in a vase in her kitchen humming softly as she did.

“Hey, Tono.” She cooed as a cat jumped up on the counter next to her. She smiled down at the creature gently rubbing it behind the ears. “How did you get in here? You don’t live here, silly kitty.”

She didn’t seem bothered though by the cat’s presence even if it wasn’t hers. She continued about her business arranging the flowers in their vase occasionally cooing at the creature in a mixture of Italian and English. Eventually moving into singing silly Italian children’s songs to the cat as it basked in the sunshine on her kitchen counter.

The cat knew something she didn’t though his hair standing on end and hissing before jumping out of the open kitchen window much to her confusion.

“Tono?” She asked moving over to the window to see where the cat went.

“Hello, jagi.” He cooed coming up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist so that his hands rested against her belly as he breathed her scent in. “Did you miss me?”

She gasped dropped the vase to the floor as she spun around to face the man who still haunted her nightmares. “Namjoon.” She whimpered backing up until she was pressed back against the counter. “Don’t come any closer!” She yelped grabbing a knife and brandishing it in his direction. “Where’s Mark?”

“Put the knife down, jagi.” He sighed approaching her slowly. “You’re already in enough trouble don’t you think?”

“Get away from me.” She whimpered keeping the knife pointed in his direction her eyes flashing wildly as she looked for an escape. “What did you do to Mark?”

“It’s time to go home, jagi.” He cooed growing increasingly annoyed by her asking after the other man.

“I’m not going back there.” She hissed inching her way towards the door.

“You don’t have much choice, jagiya.” He chuckled darting forward and grabbing her wrist, He pulled her closing putting pressure on her wrist to an almost painful amount until she released the knife with a clatter. He wrapped her in his arms again pulling her into his chest tightly though keeping her belly in mind, not wanting to hurt her or the baby.

“Stop fighting me.” He hissed holding her still even as she struggled against him. “It isn’t good for the baby.”

“You son of a bitch.” She hissed continuing her struggles.

“That’s no way to talk to your husband, jagi, especially not after the trouble you’ve caused.” He growled tamping down his annoyance at her continued defiance. Didn’t she know that there was no escape for her now? “Think of the baby, jagi.”

It was those words that ceased her struggles as she hung in his arms. She couldn’t risk hurting the baby even if it meant she had to go with Namjoon.

“That’s my good girl.” He cooed moving his hands to rest against her belly again. “It wasn’t very nice of you to hide our baby from me, but it will all better once we’re home.” He assured her

She shuddered but didn’t fight anymore as the baby stirred uncomfortably responding to her distress. “Wait!” She yelped pulling against his hold again as he began to drag her out of the house. “Please wait!”

His gaze was annoyed as he looked back at her. “I have waited. Seven months is a long time, jagi.” He spat tugging her forward again.

“Please, I just need to grab something. Please, it’s for the baby.” He quirked a brow at her curiously as she looked up at him with desperate, frightened eyes. “Please.” She begged again eyes watering as she pulled against his hold.

“If you’re lying to me, jagi…” He warned but released her wrist and following her closely as she moved through the little house to the bedroom where a crib was situated by the window. The village had made that for them when she’d first started to show. Placed carefully over the edge of the crib was a blanket hand knitted with love for the baby.

She picked up the blanket folding it against her chest tightly almost like a shield. “I made it for the baby.” She breathed out with a shuddering under his harsh gaze.

He nodded lips set in a grim line before placing a firm hand against her back and leading her out of the house, shuffling her into the car that was waiting outside her home. They drove through the village to what she assumed was an airport waiting to take her back to her gilded cage, back to their game, and it was time to decide what to do, now that the chips were down.

to be continued...

Italian translation: May not be entirely accurate. My Spanish is much better than my French (which is dismal), and my Italian is practically non-existent much to the shame of my godfather.

good morning, beautiful lady.

good morning sir. How are the flowers today?

we have beautiful dahlias today. Your Italian is becoming very good.

thank you.

how is the baby?

he kicks like a futbol player. I’m ready for him to be born.

how long till the birth?

six weeks

so soon! My wife and I would love to have you for dinner after the birth. I can’t wait to meet the little one.

thank you. I would love to. goodbye sir.

goodbye, beautiful lady.

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losersalad · 3 days ago

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Maffyuh dokter !!

#mafia doctor htf #htf mafia doctor #happy tree friends #htf #htf happy tree friends #happy tree friends htf #my art #artist #traditional illustration #traditional drawing #htf art #htf fanart #htf fandom

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griselldastar · 8 months ago

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These guys are so underrated wtf....

I'm literally cant stop thinking about them

#art #artwork #fanart #happy tree friends #cw htf #htf #htf fanart #htf scrapped characters #mafia doctor is so funny lmao #silly guys #happy tree friends fanart #happytreefriends #??#scrapped concepts

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reidsashleyy · 3 years ago

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One and Only|| Spencer Reid

Chapter 7: My fault

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Story Description: Juliette Luciano was fifteen when her parents were arrested by the behavioral analysis unit after being double crossed by someone in the Mafia they were apart of. When Julie, her twin brother Matteo, and best friend/sister-in-law Valeria turn twenty they decide to run, leave the life of crime and change their way of life. After seven years of running they realize they were officially in more danger than anticipated when they received surveillance pictures of themselves. But they weren't the only ones who got some. After the BAU decided it would be safe for them to go into witness protection they decide to send in none other than Doctor Spencer Reid in with Julie for extra protection. These two form a bond that will quickly lead them to get into a relationship. Will the relationship be all love and happiness all will it all go dark like everything else in their lives.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Oc

WC: 1.9k

CW: just a hint of angst.

AN: don’t worry their happy relationship will be back next chapter

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That same afternoon just as Spencer said we went to the carnival he found. Unfortunately when we arrived we realized it was closing since it was finished and Spencer groaned and started apologizing, immediately saying he should've checked when it ended.

"Spence," I interrupted.

"Julie seriously I'm so sorry.." he kept going completely oblivious of me speaking.

I cupped just face and reached up placing a kiss of his lips, "Hun it's okay, I'm not mad or upset. What do you say we just go to a park and watch the sunset or something?"

"Really?" He questioned his eyes sparkling.

"Of course,"

He nodded and we walked back to the car. I got into the drivers seat and drove us to the store to get a couple snacks first along with two blankets. I drove to a small park and went to the big tree that was there. I put a blanket down on the grass and sat next to Spencer as we snacked on a couple Oreos.

"I'm still sorry about the whole carnival thing," he said.

I smiled, "It's okay, really. Everyone makes mistakes, I also feel like you're a bit relieved since you're a germaphobe and there would've been tons of people there,"

"I am a bit relieved actually,"

"Mhm, then why did you wanna go in the first place?"

"I wanted to take you a none date date,"

I looked over at him noticing his cheeks were a bright red, "Spencer if you wanna take me on a date all you have to do is ask,"

He nodded, "Juliette Luciano will you go on a date with me?"

"Of course I will,"

He sighed out in relief, "That took some weight off my shoulders,"

I laughed, "What did you think I'd say no?"

"Yeah, I did."

I kissed his cheek, "Well I didn't, also what time does the sunset here?"

"Around seven thirty so we only have to wait a couple more minutes before the sky starts changing color,"

"Great!"

I looked around the park noticing the other couples with snacks lying on their backs as they waited for the sunset along with some kids running around with kites.

Wait.

Can I call Spencer and I couple?

Not really we barely slept together once and he shows no interest in wanting to be a couple, although he might since he wants to take me on a date but it could also be a date as just friends.

No Juliette stop you're just a hopeless romantic who gets attached to people too quick if they show you the least amount of affection or attention because you weren't loved as a kid.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Spencer's voice pulled me out of my head.

"Uhm nothing, wanna listen to some music?"

"Sure,"

I grabbed my phone from my purse and played my Harry Styles playlist watching Spencer's face lace with confusion.

"Just listen I listen to all the classical music you play. Can you at least just give it a try?"

"Sure, what's the name?"

"This one is called Only Angel it's by Harry Styles,"

I leaned my head on his shoulder as the lyrics started. I looked up at Spencer seeing his brows knitted together as he listened to the song. I kissed his jaw making his lips tug on the corners.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"It's okay not my taste in music but if you like it I'm sure I will too,"

His hand found mine, "When you eat like an actual adult, What's your favorite food?"

I laughed at the question, "Uhm it depends on which restaurant I'm in, why do you ask?"

"No reason, come here"

I moved to sit between his legs crossing my own over each other since I was still wearing my dress. His hands went around my waist before my kissed my cheek.

"Can I braid your hair?" He asked as his hands found their way to run through my colorful locks.

"Do you know how to braid hair?"

"No but it can't be that hard can it?"

"I mean you can try if you want,"

I looked back at him noticing a smile on his face as he grabbed a part of my hair and started to braid it as I gave him directions on how to do it.

"There I think I did it?" His voice sounded like he was confused. I grabbed the strand on hair he had and looked at the crooked braid.

"Yeah you did! It's a bit crooked but you did it."

I felt him grab more of my hair and smiled as I looked back at him to see his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips as he concentrated on making tiny braids in my hair.

"Hey Spence?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you hand me my phone I wanna take a picture of the sunset it looks beautiful,"

I saw my phone appear on my lap and I grabbed it opening the camera. I snapped a clear picture of the sky before turning it around to see Spencer on my screen. He was still focused on my hair but I noticed how the sunset was illuminating his face making him look more attractive than he already was.

"Can we take a picture please?" I asked.

He looked up and smiled. I took the picture of us and showed it him, "You look beautiful,"

"You look handsome. The sun really makes your skin glow,"

He blushed and went back to braiding my hair, "You know you're easy to make blush. I can say I compliment the smallest thing about you and you'll blush and don't try to convince me otherwise,"

"I guess it's because I'm not really used to being complimented and you do it pretty often,"

"What?! Spencer you're like so hot how the hell do you not have girl trying to throw themselves at you all the time.”

He laughed but didn't answer, "Oh god I bet you're one of those guys that don't realize girls are trying to ask them out and just take it as them being nice to you,"

"Wait..."

I smiled and leaned back against him before looking up to see him, "See you are one of those guys, also get used to the compliments you're going to go back to Virginia feeling so much better about yourself because I'm going to compliment you whenever I get the chance,"

He kissed the top of my head, "I'm getting used to it."

I felt him out his arms back around me but this time he had the second blanket wrapped around us as he pulled me so sit closer to him.

"I have a weird question," I said.

"I'm also getting used to those. Most of you're questiones make me question what happens up in that brain of yours,"

"Can you read to me when we go back to the house? Unless you don't want to then that's okay too,"

"No it's okay, of course I'll read to you. Do you have a specific book you want or is any book fine,”

"Hmm.... how about the outsiders. I love that book,"

"Alright, the outsiders it is."

I reached back touching my hair feeling the little braids be made making me smile. I looked up seeing that he was looking down at me with a smile. I just kept admiring the man who was holding me as we were seated under a big tree. He truly was stunning.

His hand came up to my face squishing my cheeks together, "Watcha looking at?"

"You, you're really beautiful." I said through my puffed lips.

"I can say the same about you."

He released my cheeks, "Oh I see you're getting the hang of this flirty friendship."

I saw his demeanor change when I said friendship. I regretted it as soon and it left my mouth but I was trying to convince myself that I wasn't falling in love with him but the thing is I think I might be hurting him in the process.

He looked away and back to the sky, "Y-yeah I guess I am."

When the sky went completely dark we grabbed our things and headed back home. The car ride was only filled with the quiet music coming from the car. I looked over at Spencer a couple times and he'd just be looking out of the window watching the passing buildings and people.

When we got back I took a shower trying to relax. When I stepped out I wiped off the fog on the window and looked at myself, "Dad was correct, you are an idiot."

I grabbed my dirty clothes from the floor and tossed them in my hamper before grabbing a pair of lavender pajama pants with tiny dinosaurs scattered around it along with a black tank top. I put on my clothes before brushing out my hair, taking out the braids Spencer made took a while since they were all tangled up but the water in the shower made it easier now I just had to take the knots out.

Spencer hadn't come into my room since we got here so I decided to go check on him. I lightly knocked three times in the wooden door before pushing it open. I walked inside to see the only thing turned on was his bedside lamp.

He looked up from his book, "Hi, I just wanted to come cuddle and so you could read to me." I said as I walked over to his bed and sat down next to him.

He looked back down at his book, "I'm not feeling well tonight."

"Oh, can I get you something. A tea or coffee maybe? Maybe the cuddles will help." I suggested.

"Or maybe you can leave me alone for one night, Juliette! You're just so clingy, can I not have one night to myself?" He exclaimed.

I flinched a little since I hadn't heard him raise his voice before, "I-I'm sorry," I said as I felt a couple tears in my eyes.

I saw the regret on his face almost immediately, "No hey please don't cry, I'm sorry." He closed his book and put it down before he tried to pull me into his arms.

I pushed him away and stood up, "No you're right I can get too clingy and you deserve to spend at least one night for yourself. Sorry for invading your space I won't do it anymore, I'll be in my room if you need something."

I made my way out of his room closing the door behind me hearing him calling out my name. I went back to my room closing and locking the door so he couldn't come inside. I turned off the lights and got on my bed on the side he would usually sleep on since it smelled like him. I grabbed my pillow and held it to close to my body as I let the couple tears fall down my cheeks.

I knew I shouldn't be upset but it was my fault he was starting to push me away. I friend zoned him because I don't want to fall in love with him. I'm afraid of what might happen if I let myself do it and unfortunately I'm hurting an amazing guy in the process.

I eventually cried myself to sleep but not without thinking of how much I possibly hurt Spencer when I called our 'relationship' a friendship. He probably wants more and I most certainly crushed him by saying that one single word.

Friendship.

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Purple Irises I Mafia Park Jimin x Reader

Author’s note: Hello everyone! Back at it with chapter 3. I’m SO happy you guys like it Purple Irises, it’s my baby. And I’m like hecka proud of this chapter from the last two this has the best writing. I just hope the plot make sense with how layed everything out. If not please let me know 😭 And I know the whole purple irises thing doesn’t make sense yet but please be patient it’s coming. I also learned how to disable a motion sensor for this chapter so... Lol. Okay, so yeah that’s it for me, Happy readings!

Word count: 8.8k

Genre: Mafia au, Doctor au (kind of)

Paring: Park Jimin x Reader

(Series) Summary: You were supposed to be delivering flowers, so how did you end up in an operation room digging a bullet out of a mafia boss’ shoulder?

Purple Irises: Royalty and wisdom

Warnings: Gun, violence, language

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Lush,emerald lawns stretched far out, tall pine trees dotting the outer edges of the vast gardens. Salvias, lavenders, dahlias, daffodils, and other vibrant flowers bloomed adjacent to the cobblestone path that extended throughout the property.

The meeting had been adjourned an hour ago, and the group disbursed, the men returning to their duties and responsibilities. And while they tended to their work, Jeongguk suggested you familiarize yourself with the mansion, so you did just that with Shelty by your side of course.

You begin your exploration with the estate gardens. It seemed like working as a florist had rubbed off on you. Automatically being drawn to the gardens, and pausing to admire each flower you passed. You mindlessly strolled through the stone path you lost yourself in your thoughts.

Still unable to believe the events that had occurred but an hour ago. Truthfully, you didn’t know where those words had come from. Your observational skills had never been used in such a fashion. You had no idea it could be used like that. The entirety of the meeting had been a sort of a blur once you had started speaking, your mouth moved simultaneously with your mind. Your heart had been pounding throughout the meeting. But the thudding within your ribs wasn’t caused by nervousness neither was it caused by fear.

The emotion responsible for the rapid beating of your heart was once again, excitement. You saw adventure in the situation and the plan... Before you had even realized it, your brain had analyzed the case and immediately thought of a counter-strategy. Like how you would in a game.

But this wasn’t a game, this was real life, and lives were at stake. How could you have been excited about such a situation? Lives were on the line, not points as it would in a game. What was wrong with you? You chewed the inside of your lip, your thumb petting your index finger. Even as you fought yourself, even as you chided yourself for feeling such emotions, you couldn’t force a way the excitement bubbling in your chest. Eager to have your plan in motion, more than ready to participate in whatever game you may have been dragged into.

The plan would heavily rely on the intel Namjoon would gather. But the most crucial aspect will be the control over the flow of information and perception. You understood very well that information was the most dangerous weapon in existence, it could bring either great good or great harm. The result hinging upon the manner in which the information is utilized.

‘Huh? The path changed?’ Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized just how far you had wandered. You were no longer walking down a cobblestone path and instead on a gravel walkway. Taking in the tall Cotswold dry stone wall before you, recalling the grey and brown wall you had seen from the mansion. You deduced you were at the edge of the garden. ‘What’s that?’ You caught a glimpse of a dark spot along the wall. Straining your eyes, you strode towards the darkened area.

You took a sharp breath when you saw the property continued. The rustic wall made way to another area through a narrow, gravel path. Unable to suppress your curiosity, you advance on the path.

The passageway was dark, but there was no roof or archway above the walls. The tall trees beyond the wall shaded the area. A few more steps and you were at the mouth of the passage. And what you witnessed truly stole your breath.

A fountain sat in the center of the enclosed space, the fountain was low, made of obsidian, and perhaps Emperador marble. A dirty beige basin decorated the heart of the fountain, water gently overflowing into the main body of the fountain. The walls that you had seen before the walkway, created a room like an area. The gravel path circled the fountain, the rest of the space carpeted with the same emerald-green grass as the rest of the gardens. Two towering trees lie slightly before the fountain, then two more beyond the fountain. Vibrant flora grew around the walls. Sunlight barely peeking through the branches of the massive trees, the light that did pass fell perfectly onto the shimmering fountain. It was as though you had walked into a fairy tale.

But the mystical sight wasn’t what took your breath away. It was the one who was seated on the edge of the large fountain.

“Jimin?” You whisper, absorbing the sight before you.

Shades of yellow caressed his flawless skin, his silver locks glittering in the light. The contrasting shadows and light gave him an angelic glow. He sat sidelong on the fountain, his eyes reflecting a melancholy smile curved along his plump lips as he peered into the glimmering deep-blue water. Then as though you were in a fairy tale, the wind picked up. His silvery locks gently swaying with the zephyr. ‘An angel,’ Your mind instantly correlated the sight before you with the heavenly creature.

“(Y/n)?” He called, having been broken from his trance at the whisper of his name. His gaze snapped to your form, a hand resting on the right wall. Breathless wonder painted your face, lips parted, eyes wide as though you had just seen the most beautiful sight in the world. Jimin felt his mouth curve upwards as he looked at you, realizing that he was the cause of wonder when he followed your gaze. What an innocent expression you wore. It suited you, indeed it suited your features very well. What it didn’t suit was the world you were dragged into, and his smile falters.

A searing warmth crept up your cheeks when you realized he noticed you were staring at him. You ripped your gaze away, instead opting to glare at the daffodils that grew underneath the trees. You cleared your throat, “That’s a pretty fountain.”

‘That's a pretty fountain!? That’s a pretty fountain?! Of all the things that’s what you decide to say?!’ You berate yourself, cursing your sudden awkwardness.

Jimin blinked at your words and his smile returned full force. “It is, isn't it?” His gaze reverts back to the blue-green water.

“This place is beautiful, do you come here often?” You asked, wafting towards the fountain. On the other hand, Shelty, who had stood by your side the entire time you were gawking admiring Jimin, bounded towards the male.

“I come here to clear my head. Something about this place is calming to me,” He answers thoughtfully, happily obliging Shelty with ear scratches as he did so. You hum, understanding the feeling of having a safe haven. For you, it was your apartment. Your apartment was your safe space, decorated with fairy lights, more pillows than you'd care to count, and fuzzy blankets that you’d roll around in.

“How old is she?” He chortled as the jet-black wolf-dog laps at his cheeks. Just when had they gotten so close? Your smile widened watching the male giggle as Shelty assaulted him with slobbery kisses.

“Would you believe me if I said a little over a year old?” You answered with a question. Sitting beside him on the fountain.

Jimin blanched at your question, disbelief pooling in honey orbs, “No way! But she's so big.” You chuckle at his response, a common reaction when you reveal the age of your puppy. However, you paused when you realized Shelty had been completely ignoring you.

“Oh, so you found yourself a new best friend, huh? I see how it is?” Feeling betrayed by your one and only companion, you puffed your cheeks into a pout, eyebrows knitting together as you crossed your arms in faux dismay. The wolf-dog pauses her ministrations, ears perking up when she hears the tone of your voice. Though she did not understand your words she could decipher what you were feeling through the tone of your voice. And right now, she heard sad.

Whining she trots to you, nuzzling into your stomach, trying to discern as to why you were sad. You giggle at her reaction, massaging the silky fur around her neck. Oblivious to the amused eyes of a certain beautiful bastard silver-haired male.

“You know the mansion grounds are huge, I’ve been wandering for an hour and I still haven’t seen the whole garden. Forget the inside of the mansion,” You continue as the wolf-dog charges back to Jimin.

“Oh? You’ve been wandering the garden?” He turns his gaze to you. To which you nod in reply. “Have you seen the garden in the east wing?”

“There’s another garden?”

His lips twitch as he stands, “Would you like to see them?”

“Of course!” You bounce into a stand, startling Shelty as you did.

“Alright then,” He acknowledged, gesturing to you to follow.

What was he doing? Why was he taking you to that garden? His mother’s garden, a memento entrusted to him before she had passed away, and it was also the last proof of her existence in this world. That garden was one of his most cherished treasures, so why was he leading a girl he had met only hours ago to a place so close to his heart?

The words had slipped from his tongue before he could even register what he was saying, he had already asked you about the garden. But the strangest aspect of this whole ordeal was that he didn’t correct himself. His mouth kept moving, going so far as to invite you to see it. And his body seemed moved on its own accord, leading you towards his most precious place on earth.

It was a short distance to the garden. Jimin had led you down the cobblestone path you had been on earlier. You passed many neatly trimmed hedges and a section of the mansion, most likely the east wing. ‘We must be close,’ You thought, taking in the architect of the gigantic building as you followed close after Jimin.

Then it came to view, vivid patches of purples, pinks, blues, and yellows. The garden itself wasn’t the largest, but that limited space resided multiple species of flowers. An iron fence surrounded the garden and an archway that doubled as a gate.

Jimin held open the gateway, allowing you to enter first. You thanked him as you walked into the magnificent nursery. As you observed the many flowers you noticed all the flowers were extremely well looked after. Someone had put a lot of care and dedication to nurturing these plants.

“This used to be my mother’s, before she passed away,” Jimin spoke. You eyed the fond expression that rested on his face. And you couldn’t help the small smile that made itself a home on your lips. You could see the love and care he held for his mother and the sadness from losing her.

“I’m so sorry,” You weren’t exactly sure what you were apologizing for, you had just felt the need to. As you bend down to admire the purple hyacinth.

“Before she passed away she entrusted this garden to me, saying she left a message for me. I searched every square inch of this place, but I never found anything. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to find it?” He bit tongue, the words tumbled past his lips before he could stop them.

Seeing his saddened expression, a strange heaviness swelled in your chest. You couldn’t fathom the disappointment and heartache of not only his mother but also being unable to find her last message.

‘Pink carnations, morning glory, chamomile, purple hyacinth, white clovers, cornflowers, and more. Wait, pink carnation…’ Your eyes widened with realization. All these flowers had a commonality!

“Jimin! The flowers!” You exclaimed understanding the message his mother spoke of.

“Yes, they're beautiful,” He says not following your thoughts

“No Jimin! The flowers! They’re the message. The flowers are the message!” Jimin’s breath hitched catching onto what you were thinking.

“Morning glories symbolize affection, white clovers mean others are thinking of you, daffodils mean new beginnings, goldenrods symbolize encouragement, chamomile symbolizes the energy in adversity, cornflowers are given as good-luck charms because they are linked to wealth and good fortune, purple irises represent wisdom and royalty, lemon balms symbolize sympathy, the purple hyacinths are flowers that ask for forgiveness they mean “please forgive me”, and pink carnations… Well, legend has it that they first sprouted from the Virgin Mary's tears shed over Jesus' death… making them the symbol of a mother's undying love.” You recited the meanings of the flowers before you, deciphering the message Jimin’s mother had left him. Her message was pure and simple, she was encouraging him, wishing him the best of luck, she asked for forgiveness, and finally, she told Jimin she loved him.

You felt a tinge of guilt stir within you, this a personal message. This was between Jimin and his mother. And you were a stranger in the situation, did you truly even have the right to know?

Your feet fidgeted as you pondered the question. Although Jimin seemed to have a different take on the situation. As he pulled you into a hug, whispering a soft thank you. Smiling you returned the hug soothingly rubbing his back. The hug was warm, and somehow he seemed to envelop you. He was taller than you had expected. From this proximity you caught a whiff of his cologne, it was smelled sweet and clean, feminine yet somehow masculine. You wondered how such a soft person could be part of a mafia gang let alone the boss. You hummed comfortable in his embrace, perhaps a bit too comfortable as you nuzzled into his neck.

Jimin chuckled at your behavior, but he didn’t seem to mind it. Your eyes blew open as you registered that you had just nuzzled into the embrace of a mafia boss. Jumping out of the embrace you apologized. And he dismissed your apology with a smile.

“Your mother must’ve been an incredible woman. I mean who would’ve thought to leave a message through flowers,” You say, your eyes once again roaming the beautiful garden.

“She was, she really really was,” Jimin agreed.

What a cunning woman she must have been. Not a single soul would so much so as give this place a second glance unless they knew of it and were actively looking for it. A message, hidden in plain sight. You mentally made a note of the situation for it may come useful in the future.

“Walk with me?” Jimin asked a pleasant smile decorating his lips, his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you gulped, palms suddenly sweaty. ‘My god he’s hot,’ You cheeks flushed such a deep red you’d put an apple to shame. ‘No, no nothing to blush over. That was just an observation. A simple observation,’ You thought as attempted to force away from your blush and calm your, now rapidly beating heart.

“(Y/n)?”

“Walk! Yes love to I,” Wait that wasn’t right, “ I-I mean, I’d love to,”

‘How adorable,’ Amusement flashed in Jimin’s honey-brown orbs as he wet his lips and nodded. Yet he could not deny that his very own heart had not been pumping just a tad faster, or the strange feeling that bubbled in his stomach.

After that time had all but disappeared. A smile on your lips as you talked about everything and anything. You told him of how you had rescued Shelty from her abusive owner and a sort of anger seemed to form in his eyes. You questioned him about his favorite Disney movie and apparently, he had never seen one. And you took it upon yourself to change that. And the back and forth continued as Jimin led you through the garden. Occasionally pausing to ask you the meaning of flowers he did not recognize. The garden may have been small, yet somehow you had spent the remainder of daylight without so much so as a second thought.

“I wonder why my mother was apologizing...” Jimin’s voice trailed off. And you turned your attention to him. “She was the one that found me, took care of me, gave me a home. And I was the one that dragged us into this shit, I was the one that killed her son,”

Your eyes widened, ‘what?’

He saw the query in your eyes, however, he gave no explanation. And you didn’t need one. Hearing the grief and pain in his voice was an answer enough. His eyes cried sadness and hatred, and somehow you knew those emotions were directed towards himself.

The sun was setting and hues and purples and blues painting the sky. Daylight fading from the garden, but you could see his smile clear as day. “I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know why I brought you here, or why I told you any of that.”

Hearing his words, a modest smile made its way to your lips. Jimin may have not realized it himself but he had just trusted you with something so precious you didn’t know if you deserved it, he shared with you a piece of his past, and a piece of himself. What a strange turn of events. Earlier that very same day he had you at the receiving of a gun, and now here he was sharing something so special.

Tentatively grasping his hands in yours, you held them to your chest, “Thank you, for showing me this garden and for trusting me,”

Jimin’s breath hitched at the sight before him. Cheeks dusted a rosy shade of pink, a shy smile on your delicate lips. He hadn’t noticed earlier, but the moon had risen. The luscious moonlight giving your features a captivating glow. The warm gentleness your shimmering orbs held as you gazed into his. The tender manner in which you gripped his hands, the warmth and softness they possessed.

Did he trust you? Had he trusted really? Perhaps he did, but why? Was it because you were now working for him? Or could it have been something else? Your nature was similar to that of a placid river, peaceful and calm yet there was this part of you that was simply enthralling. Your mellow presence and soothing voice were so easy to get lost in.

He could not control the acceleration of his heartbeat. Feeling it’s rapid thudding against his ribs. He could do nothing but watch as you thanked him for something he did not believe he had done, then just as tenderly released his hands.

“It’s late, we should head back,” Jimin eyes quickly flash towards the gate as he heads in the direction of the mansion. You quietly follow after him.

“I guess it did huh? I didn’t even feel the time go by,” Neither did he. “By the way, uh where do I go?”

“Ah yes, your room will be the one across from mine, it was not my decision. Apparently, I had a fever last night? And everyone was worried something like that could happen again. So they wanted you close by in case anything did happen,” He informed you. “Dinner will be brought to your room. And your curfew is 10:00 PM. Don’t leave your room unless you are explicitly asked by one of us or a medical emergency.”

“Okay, I got it,” You nodded along. Although you did not understand as to why you had a curfew.

“Oh, I need to change your bandages before you go to bed,” You reminded him as you stepped into the main living room. Jimin gave a quick nod acknowledging your words.

You had never seen the mansion during the night. It was equally as beautiful as it was during the day, although at night, the mansion held this magical glow. You were trailing behind Jimin as the both of you walked to his room.

On route to his room, Jimin had stopped one of the maids and sent her to bring you the medical supplies you would need. And she was quick to fulfill the request or rather demand as she returned with a large box that had all the supplies necessary just as the both of you had entered the room.

This time around the changing of the bandages progressed and completed much smoother than it had been early that morning. As a matter of fact, you had even made a pleasant conversion with Jimin. And you much preferred the calm soft Jimin over the Jimin that held you at gunpoint.

“Ah right, Jimin you can’t get your sutures wet for the next twenty-four hours. I mean I’ll be cleaning your wound a bit. And even after that, only showers. Otherwise, you’ll be risking an infection,” You say as you tighten the bandages then clipped the bandage clip on.

“Understood doctor,” He said with a hint of mockery in his tone.

“You better have understood,” The words spilled before you could stop them, and you froze. Had you really just sassed a mafia boss?

“Oh?” Pure amusement laced his tone as his lips quirked into a smile that was more of a smirk.

“I meant goodnight,” You hurriedly put away the gauze and ointments, closing then placing the white box on the side table before dashing towards the door.

“(Y/n),” Jimin’s voice commanded, and you paused just as you had opened the door. “Your room is direct across mine. You see the doors right in front of you?” You nod.

“That’s your room. Again, dinner should be at your door in a few minutes, and yes, Shelty’s meal will also be sent,” He really had taken care of everything.

“Thank you,” You say gratefully, turning to leave. Before pausing once again.

“Jimin,” He hums at the call of his name, “Goodnight.”

He smiles, “Goodnight (Y/n),”

You padded towards your new room, Shelty on your heel. The room had double doors identical to Jimin’s. You swung one of the doors open, quietly entering the darkroom. You pawed at walls around the door until you found the light switch. Sighing a breath of relief as you turned them on.

“Wow,” The room was ginormous, spacious with a high ceiling, smaller than Jimin’s, but certainly bigger than your apartment. Your apartment…how long would it be until you had all your things were moved? Sighing you conclude thinking about something you couldn’t control would do you no good. Instead, you would ask Jimin regarding your things tomorrow.

“Do you like it girl? It’s bigger than our old home isn’t it?” You smiled at the wolf-dog, who was busy exploring her new space. As your eyes analyzed the room further, you noticed the large bed. It appeared almost as if it were floating, it had a tan floating bed frame! The bed, compared to Jimin’s was smaller, however, unlike his, yours had a large shear russet canopy that touched the floor over your bed. Ruffles decorated the top frame of the canopy. The drapes closest to the headboard were loosely hanging, hiding away the front portion of the bed. The back drapes were tastefully gathered and tied to the legs of the canopy frame with a neat bow.

The bed had an awful lot of pillows, and you saw the familiar fuzzy white pillow. Those pillows… were your pillows. You rushed to the bed, and there they sat, all of your pillows and even your blankets were present. What was going on? Your eyes analyzed the room and landed on the office-like corner of the room. There was a glossy, east Indian rosemary wood desk completed with a chair made of the same wood and a large rug underneath them. Two large bookshelves aligned to the corners of the interesting walls.

‘Those books,’ You hurry over to the area. Those books were yours too, and they had been arranged by alphabetical order according to book titles, even your textbooks were there. You made a mental note to thank whatever angle of a being had done this.

Running your fingertips along the desk you noticed your diploma had been neatly placed into a new nicer frame on the desk.

“Everything’s already here…” You trail off as you take in your aesthetically placed pillows. And a smile rose to your lips, you would make sure to thank Jimin and Jeongguk.

As you finished exploring your new room, a knock resounded in the quiet room. ‘It must be dinner,’ You quickly paddled to the door, and there stood one of the maids. She was the one who brought the bandages.

“You’re dinner miss uh…” Her voice was soft, meek even.

“(Y/n), and please just call me (Y/n),” You wave your hands at her formality.

“Once you are done please leave the trolley outside your door, goodnight miss (Y/n),” She bows ignoring what you had said before scampering off.

“Oh oh okay,” You stand at your door slightly confused.

You wheeled the trolley into your room, and Jimin was right. Shelty’s bowl was on the second deck of the trolley. You placed Shetly’s bowl on the ground, calling her over before digging into your own food.

And just as instructed you left the trolley outside your door.

‘What a day,’ You sighed, hopping out of the far too big to call a shower, shower. As you dry yourself with one of the fluffy towels, then blow-dry your hair with the dryer in the bathroom.

‘Does every room have its own blow dryer?’ You snuggled into Shelty’s neck as she nuzzled into you, surrounded your many blankets and pillows. You were dressed in your oversized t-shirt and a pair of short shorts that you had found in the excessively large walk-in closet. Apparently, all of your clothes had been organized and placed in the closet.

‘I wonder what’ll happen tomorrow,’ Your eyes fluttered closed, the comfort of Shelty’s presence and the luxurious bed lulling you to sleep.

You groaned as you smelled the familiar scent of rotting fish and old socks. You giggled awake as you were bombarded by slobbery kisses.

“Alright! Alright! I’m up,” Gently pushing the hundred-pound wolf-dog off your chest. “Well, good morning to you too,” You cooed at her as you sat up and stretched your arms above your head. “Let’s go get ready, yeah?”

You hopped off the bed as you navigate your way over the many pillows laying across the floor, to the bathroom. Quickly going about your routine as you needed to check on Jimin and replace his bandages.

You wondered if he was awake, Shelty had made it a habit to wake you as soon as she did. ‘What time do mafia bosses wake up?’ You thought as you changed into a white casual button-down shirt that was tucked into a pair of blue jeans, and a brown belt going around your waist. You had first thought of simply wearing a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt but you were technically their doctor, so to retain some semblance of professionalism. You opted for the semi-casual outfit.

Deciding you would have plenty of time to make your bed after changing Jimin’s bandages, you exited your room. Breezing across the hallway, knocking on Jimin’s door. Entering after hearing a ‘come in’.

“Good morning,” You greet with a smile. And Jimin returns your greeting with a pleasant good morning. Bringing the supply box with you as you sat beside him. “How’re you feeling today?”

“Better than yesterday, the pain meds seem to be doing their job” His lips curve upwards as he turns to give you better access to his shoulder.

“That’s good, but try not to overwork yourself. And make sure to take plenty of breaks, you lost a lot of blood the other day,” You hum in concern as you gently rub the ointment onto the wound.

“That may be a little hard to do,” Jimin chuckles as you finished wrapping his bandages. His job didn’t exactly allow for a break.

“You haven’t explored the mansion yet have you?”He questioned slipping on his sweatshirt. You replied with a thoughtful ‘no’ as you yourself had forgotten you had about your unfinished exploration. “Then have one of the maids give you a tour today,”

A much sounder idea than wandering around the seemingly endless mansion and risk getting lost. Maybe you could ask the girl that had dropped off your meal yesterday. But it looked like your tour would have to wait as you heard loud calls of Jimin’s name.

“Jimin hyung! They got him, they got Taehyung,” Jeongguk burst into the room, an enraged expression. The other four soon poured after him.

The change was instantaneous, his face darkened and a spine chilling glare present on his face. Gone was the soft Jimin you were speaking to, and there stood the boss of a mafia gang.

“Who?” Was all he said as he threw his blankets and charged into his closet with Jeongguk on his heel.

“It was the Yeong’s again,” Jeongguk growled. “They sent us this.”

You feel the anger flowing into the room from within the closet. Jimin wasn’t angry, he was furious. “Namjoon, get his location” Jimin commands as he steps out of the closet, clad in a deep navy blue suit. He blazed out of the room. Was he going out in a business suit?

“We’re working on it, I’ve already begun the tracing. A few more minutes and we’ll have his location” Namjoon matched Jimin's breakneck pace as he spoke. The other men follow after them with you and Shelty.

“Jin get everyone together, Yoongi, the guns get me the newest one. We head out as soon as everyone is armed. Now hurry,” Jimin roared. Why was everyone leaving? If everyone was leaving then who would guard the mansion? Was he truly leaving his main base of operation unguarded? And by the looks of it, Yoongi had similar concerns.

“Jimin, I do一” The platinum blonde cuts Yoongi off.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Jimin thunders as he turns to face everyone. Yoongi's eyes avoided Jimin’s as he shook his head no. Was no one going to speak up? You heavily exhaled as you decided to take matters into your own hands. And pray you survived

“Jimin, calm down!” You cut off his steps. And his eyes narrow glaring daggers into you, you gulped, as you felt your life shorten by ten years. “Just think about it. Where would you go? Namjoon doesn’t have his location, so unless you do. I suggest you slow down,” You spoke as steadily as you could under the circumstances.

“Slow down? Slow down?! One of my best men, one of my friends was kidnapped and you want me to slow down?” His enraged glare directed towards you.

“Yes I do, think about what you’re doing. I understand that you want to get Taehyung back as soon as possible, everyone here does. But you can’t go around making rash decisions. Besides for one you’re injured, and second, you haven’t had breakfast yet.” You explain calmly, surprised your voice came out as steady as you did.

Your words seemed to reach him as he inhaled sharply and held his breath before closing his eyes and sighing. Though anger was still prevalent on his face, his gaze was controlled. He understood the true meaning behind your words. If his command had gone through then he would be leaving the mansion essentially defenseless. And you were right, where would he have gone? They didn’t have Taehyung's location. Even if they had headed out, they’d only be running around in circles. You gulped as his eyes met yours.

“Jin, get a unit of twenty ready to move at a moment's notice, Yoongi I still want that gun, Namjoon hurry up on that location,” He instructs, frustration present in his voice. “And Eui, can you get breakfast in the living room?” He speaks to the maid cowering behind the hallway wall.

At his words and calms tone, you felt oxygen flood into your lungs. ‘I thought I was a goner,’ You thought as you placed your hand on your chest.

“What are you waiting for a written invasion?” Jimin raised an eyebrow at the men, who were staring at you as though you had grown a second head. Jin and Yoongi broke from their thoughts at Jimin’s voice before scampering off to complete their assigned jobs.

Jimin turned on his foot striding to one of the sofas and sitting.

Eui, as you learned her name, was quick to return with breakfast. She was joined with another maid, of whom you had yet to learn the name of. Both speedily place the plates on the coffee table and surprisingly Shelty’s bowl next to you before bowing and scurrying off.

By then Jin and Yoongi had returned. Jin reported the twenty men Jimin had asked for were already in cars ready, waiting for their command. While Yoongi returned with a silver briefcase in hand. You assumed it was the gun Jimin had requested demanded. Breakfast had never been more awkward, the nervous energy hung in the air, and on top of that, no one spoke. Everyone ate in silence, and for some apparent Jimin seemed fairly content as things were.

“We got his location!” Namjoon jumped, eyes snapping to Jimin as if asking for further instruction.

“Jin!” Jimin stands.

“They’re heading out now,” he responds, all five men standing as Jimin stood.

“Hoseok, Jin, hang back. Guk follow in your car, Namjoon with me,” Jimin instructs meeting eyes with each man as he did. “(Y/n), you too,”

“Me? Why me?” You blinked, confusion riddled your expression. What could you possibly do in such a situation?

“Because you’re our doctor, Taehyung is injured. And Shelty’s coming too,” He explained briefly.

“Hey, wait! I need to get a first-aid kit!”

The drive was a lengthy one. The GPS tracker leading you deep into the mountains. They had taken Taehyung much farther than you had expected. But unlike the tense nature of breakfast, Shelty was close enough to somewhat soothe the anxiety of the men. She sat on the floor of the small limousine, nuzzling into Jimin’s and Namjoon’s hands. Though truly, to take one of the highest-ranking men of an enemy gang, what gal must they truly have? This event also serves to further solidify your idea that there is something crucial you were missing. With how quickly Namjoon was able to find Taehyung’s location you could not imagine they planned to hide his location. Although, that could also be attributed to the excellent tracking skills of Namjoon, yet still. They didn’t make any demand, they did not ask for anything. You had gotten a look at the letter that had been sent. All the letter said was to “Come get your dog” And a picture of a beaten and bruised Taehyung. That was also when something peculiar caught your eyes. You couldn’t see any severe injury on Taehyung, aside from the noticeable bruises around his face and neck. Though, the thing that stuck out to you the most, was the fact that his clothes looked nearly intact, dust and grim here and there, almost like he had been dragged. But not as though he had been truly beaten… something felt wrong. Only this time you decided it would best to keep your words to yourself, the guys were on edge as it was. You would keep an eye on places they didn’t and if you happen to see anything you would warn them immediately.

“We’re here,” Namjoon called as the car came to a stop. Jimin’s gaze turned ice-cold as he exited the car, you exit after them.

The area was surrounded by a thick forest of tall trees, the grounds elevated the farther from the house it went, almost a valley-like area. Before you stood a tall oak wood shed-like building, only this shed was much larger than a regular garden shed.

“I see Taehyung hyung!” Jeongguk pointed toward the door or at least where the door should have been. Thanks to the missing door, from where you stood, you could perfectly see him… perfectly see him? This felt awfully similar to…

Once you had a closer look, you saw it, Taehuyng was awake. His eyes were wide open, and what they held was far from elation. ‘I knew it’ You thought, this was a trap. But if Taehyung was awake, then why doesn’t he come out? Why doesn’t he say anything? He wasn’t restrained at all, he was simply sitting there. His posture was stiff, even his breathing seemed tense, almost as if… he was trying to limit his movements. Something was there making sure he didn’t move, but what?

“I’m going in there,” The chocolate-brown haired male charged towards the open door, and until you quickly grasped his hand stopping him from rushing into what felt like a trap. And you watched Taehyung's eyes blow up in fear then blink in relief? He was trying to keep them out of the room.

“What are you doing!?” He exclaimed, not very happy with your actions. Jimin recognized this behavior, you had picked up on something.

“Guk, calm down, we still need to secure the parameter,” Jimin spoke in a notably calm voice. He nodded as a gesture to Namjoon to send out the men to secure the area. Who then assigned each man present, a job. Soon after, half of the men had left the group.

As they did, you and Jeongguk cautiously approached the shed. Taehyng’s eyes were focused on the spot directly above the open door. He was trying to communicate something. His eyes gaze flickers to you before returning to the small window above you. There was something there, did that window have something to do with his movements being limited. Movement? ‘Motion sensors!’ Your eyes widened as you connected the dots.

Taehyung’s eyes returned to you and you eyed the spot he had indicated, nodding as a sign you understood what he was gesturing to. But you mouth the words ‘ motion sensor’ as a reassurance you had read the situation correctly. And his eyes lit up at your lips and you were certain. Acting on a hunch your mouth ‘bomb’ and his eyes darkened with the slightest nod, so slight that anyone else would have missed it. Just as you stepped back Taehyng’s eyes widened, almost as if he were saying he wasn’t done. And his gaze turned to his left, his eyes scrunched as he glared to the area left to him. But why was he looking there? You couldn’t see any motion sensors in that direction. Could it be...You paused, nibbling on your lower lip before mouthing a sentence you prayed he understood. ‘Is someone watching?’ You tried to mouth the words the best you could. And his face immediately contorted into a scowl. ‘Someone’s watching that’s why he couldn’t talk,’

You staggered backward, dragging a confused Jeongguk with you, Shelty obediently following you. You needed to tell Jimin, but how? If someone watching was the reason Taehyung was left unable to speak, that would mean they were either close enough to hear or had a device planted somewhere nearby. That person would also most likely have a detonator. Taehyung had looked to the left, so that meant… they were close by. If Taehyung knew where they were then they had to be close. So they were in eyeshot too. Not good. How would you tell Jimin? Your eyes flew around taking in your surroundings especially taking note of the left. There was one way… You just prayed the people around him or Jimin himself didn’t shoot you.

You sighed as you walked to Jimin, a complaining Jeongguk in tow. The moment you were close to him you leapt into his arms. Of course, he caught you, a little startled but he caught you. And you heard the sound of multiple guns being clicked. ‘Oh god I hope I don’t die,’ You thought, nuzzling your head into Jimin’s neck, on his right side as he froze before relaxing.

Jeongguk and Namjoon both were puzzled by your action, if not a little flushed. “(Y/n), what are you doing?” Jimin asked stiffly.

“There's a motion sensor in that room, if they go off so does a bomb, don’t make it so obvious,” You continue to snuggle into his neck. Jimin stiffened before wrapping his arms around you and gesturing his men to lower their guns, much to Namjoon’s and Jeongguk’s confusion.

“Anything else?” He whispered into your ear, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine.

“To the left, in those hills, someone’s watching. They probably have a detonator, just in case we found out about the sensors,” You mumble your face pressed to his chest. His arms tighten around you, a sign he understands and asking you if you had a plan. To which you gave a muffled laugh, Jimin smirked at your response. Of course, you had a plan. “I’ll deal with our little watcher. You just worry Taehyung,”

“As for the motion sensors, you’ll have to disable it. You see that window, you need to remove, and no you can’t break it. The motion sensors will pick up the moving glass. You’re going to have to remove it or open the window. Can you do that?” You ask him, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes. But he’s quick to pull you back. Giving you a quick ‘yeah yeah’. You giggled continuing, “Well, most models have a manual disable feature underneath the device. But you still have the choice of either cutting off its power source or you’ll need to have it carefully, staying in its blind spot. Which is right underneath it, disabled. There needs to be someone under the sensor that directs the person disabling the thing on which side the switch moves. That is if the switch is in the middle. If the switch is on either side just slide it to the other. But to be cautious, just have someone watching. But you move only once you get my signal. I’ll text you the minute I have their attention. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it so get him outta there quickly.”

“Alright, but how are you gonna leave without arousing any suspicion?” he asks, leaning his head on yours.

“Oh, that’s the fun part,” You grin.

“Oh?”

You take a deep breath before pushing Jimin from the embrace, hollering as loud as your throat would allow. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M IN THE WAY?!”

Jimin finally understanding what you meant when you said fun, plays along. “Like I said, you’re in the way! All you do is whine and bitch. Why don’t you understand… I don’t even know why I brought you here.” He sighs dramatically, running his hand through his hair.

“THEN WHY DID YOU HUG ME JUST TO INSULT ME AFTERWARDS!”

“YOU NEED TO GO HOME, NOW!” Jimin roars out, you flinch at his volume. He deeply sighs again, “Guk, take her home.”

“Ugh! Whatever! Let’s go Shelty!” You storm towards Jeongguk’s car.

Though he did not know exactly what was going on, Namjoon understood that the two of you had a plan. He nudged a stunned Jeongguk, who sputtered as he reluctantly followed after you.

“So what the fuck happened back there?” Jeongguk questioned as he started the car.

“We don’t need to go far, just far enough we won’t be seen but close enough to run back,” You said a sly smile tugging at your lips.

“I smell a plan,” He chuckles while driving off.

“Oh, and can I borrow your gun?”

“Wat?”

“Who the fuck was that? And since when did Park have a girlfriend, now?” A gruff voice scoffs. “What the hell are they down there? They’ve been circling the place for twenty minutes. What the hell are they pussyfooting around for?” he sighs. ‘Did they figure it out? Nah they couldn’t have,’ He thought petting the detonator in his jacket pocket.

He was ripped from his thoughts by sounds of footsteps behind him. Immediately he stood from his crouching position and held up his gun. His mouth twitched upwards “Well, well, weren’t you supposed to be on your way home?”

“Yeah, sorry, there was a change of plans,” A smirk tugging on a corner of your lips. You leaned your weight on your right foot, shrugging. Jeongguk, who was hidden behind one of the trees, messaged Jimin, giving him the signal to move.

“So what do you want?” You ask, placing your hand on your hip.

“What makes you think I want something?” He cocked his eyebrow.

“Guessing from the fact that you haven’t set off the bomb the minute you saw me. And our intel-gathering is pretty good too. Actually, nevermind, here you go” You throw him a touch screen phone.

“And just what the fuck in on this thing?”

“The thing you’ve been looking for, Hyun Joo,” You tilt your head, a smirk ever prevalent on your lips. “Anything and everything on Sung Min.”

Shock glowed in his eye, how had you known. His gaze asking a silent question. You laughed at his bewilderment. “Remember what I said about our intel-gathering?” You answer with a question of your own.

Hyun Joo bursts into a breathless fit of laughter, his right hand covering his face. “And how do I know this isn’t just some random phone?”

“Easy, look through it, it’s not password protected,” You nod to the phone and he does as you instruct. Moments pass as he sifts through the information on the phone. He hangs his head, impressed with the contents on the phone. It did truly have anything and everything on it, down Sung’s favorite color. The events recorded on this phone matched with his experience with Sung.

“Don’t worry, all of it is actual information. I’m not brave enough to jeopardize my friend's safety,” You reassure the validation of the information with a frustrated sigh. His expression transformed one of intrigue.

“Now, the detonator please?” You request holding out your palm. Hyun Joo reaches into his pocket. Jeongguk stiffens at his actions, unsure whether Hyun would stick to the deal. But his worry seemed misplaced as Hyun carefully pulled his hand from his pocket, throwing you a small gray rectangular box with a single button. “This better be it,” You warned the smirk that was on your lips now gone.

“It is, I got what I was after. I got no reason to continue this,” He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “But tell me something, how did you know I was here? Even if that guy in there had somehow managed to tell you where I was without talking. This area’s huge; it would have taken at least thirty minutes for you to find me. But you were gone for less than fifteen minutes.” He asks, genuinely curious.

“Oh, that? Yeah well, you see I have a tracker of my own,” You say as Shelty steps beside, standing tall. Hyun jumps, holding up his gun out of instinct, curing at the sight of the wolf-dog. And you giggle at his expected reaction, “Meet Shelty one of the best trackers in the world, but she didn’t do all the work. As a matter of fact, you did half of it,” He looks at you in question.

“The gunpowder, she followed the scent of the gunpowder in your gun,” You explain to the confused man.

“One last question, why did you want the detonator? it looks like your little buddies had everything under control there,” He gestures behind him to the Taehyung that was now standing alongside Jimin and Namjoon.

“Well, you can never be too safe, besides I had to distract you. If we hadn’t made this deal or if your attention wasn't on something else. You would have activated the bomb,” Hyun heaves a dry chuckle at your truthful explanation.

“Ya really are something you know that?”

“I’ve been told that,” You chuckled softly, before asking the question that had been bothering you, “But, all that aside. Aren’t you worried about the Yeong’s coming after you for making a deal with the enemy?”

“This kinda stuff happens an awful lot in this world. Besides, soon enough, I don’t think anyone will have to worry about the Yeongs” He chuckles, sauntering past you, disappearing into the woods. What? Didn’t have to worry about the Yeongs? What did he mean by that? This wasn’t the time for that, you needed to regroup with the others, you shook your head back into focus.

“Should we head down there from here, or…?” Jeongguk steps forward from behind the large tree.

“Let’s head down from here, then you can ride with us to your car,” Giving him a soft smile, you start your trek down the hill.

Jimin and the others weren’t far from your position, so the downhill climb was completed rather quickly. Though you were slightly out of breath as you emerged from the forest. Unlike Jeongguk who not only seemed right as rain but also sped towards his hyungs. ‘Kids these days have so much energy’

“I didn’t realize your plan involved a nature hike,” Jimin says with the most amused eyes. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I didn’t realize my plan involved a nature hike either,” You return, not particularly happy about the comment, and he chuckles at your out of shape self. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jeongguk laughing along.

“What are you laughing at, brat? I just saved your life. Actually, I saved all our lives,” You accusingly point your index finger to the still chuckling Taehyung.

“Wait, but how did you find Hyun?” Taehyung inquires as he looks to you with a puzzled expression. Jimin’s eyes seemed to ask the same question.

“It was Shelty! It was obvious that someone in this trade would carry a gun, so (Y/n) had Shelty track the scent of gunpowder. She sniffed out Hyun Joo in minutes. You shoulda seen her! It was so cool!” Jeongguk praises the wolf-dog as he excitedly pets her.

“I must admit (Y/n), that was quite the plan. And I wanted to thank you for saving Taehyung,” Namjoon expresses his gratitude, as he pats your shoulder.

You shook your head, honored by his gratitude but it wasn’t necessary. “You guys are like my colleagues now, so I was happy to. And I uh… I don’t about you, but I kinda see you guys as my friends,” You blinked at your own words. What a thing to say, friends with six high ranking mafiosos and the boss of the gang himself. You never imagined you’d ever be uttering those words.

“Doesn’t that make two?” Jeongguk asks, still playing with Shelty. All the men including you looked at him in question.

“What do you mean?” You head tilting unconsciously.

“First it was Jimin hyung and now Taehyung hyung, so that makes two of the seven original members of Bangtan you’ve saved,” He giggles as the wolf-dog half his size jumps on him, placing her paws on his shoulder.

“Huh? I guess it does, doesn’t it?” You thoughtfully look at the men, who were thinking the same as everyone bursts out laughing.

However, Jimin’s chuckle silences first as his expression turns grim. To do such a thing to one of his closest friends, there would be hell to pay. They would pay for what they had done, retaliation would be merciless.

You see his eyes darken with rage and contempt. Padding over to where he stood, you tenderly took his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His eyes meet yours before flickering to Namjoon. “Do you have it?” He questioned.

“We have what we need and we're ready to begin phase one,” Namjoon reports to Jimin, who nods in approval.

“We begin phase one as soon as we get back to the mansion,” He commands. Before you veto the command

“Well, that’s all well and good and all, but how about we actually get home, I treat Taehyung’s wounds, and we all have lunch before doing anything else?” You suggest, feeling the tingles of hunger in your tummy.

“Correction, we begin phase one as soon as (Y/n) has been fed,” Jimin sasses.

“That’s not what I一, I said we all should have lunch together. And you missed the part about treating Taehyung,” You hooted, not very pleased with the mockery.

“Alright, let’s go feed the beast” Jeongguk announced, making his way to the short limousine you arrived in. Shelty on his heel.

“Jeongguk!”

“Ji Young, I have a proposal for you,” You cross your right leg over your left as you sit before the bruised and bleeding prisoner. Leaning towards the restrained man, a foxy smile on your lips.

“Work for us,”

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