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hey girlie how are you holding up after peeping the horrors

Welcome back, viewers! Thank you for the question. Despite the early hour, Wilbur arrived to work on time and was kind enough to help the filming crew into the store.

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Anonymous Caller:

hey girlie how are you holding up after peeping the horrors

Wilbur Soot:

Well enough to get through this 9 hour shift.

[mysmedrabbles]

RFA at Pride

requested: bien sûr

a/n: SON TEMPS BISEXUEL, MES AMIS 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 obtenir vos drapeaux et vos partenaires!!! celui-ci pour la personne qui a préféré les headcanons hehe

warnings: non

-le plus agité bisexuel, modérateur alex

Jumin

-Jumin Han did n o t enjoy parties that exceeded 70 decibels, and he found that the whole act of Pride was... too much for him as a whole

-which is why him and his boyfriend celebrated away from the glamour of pride, watching the parade and festivities unfold from a nearby cafe, just close enough to be a part of the atmosphere without being, as Jumin said, “run over” 

-however when the music starts... he can’t help but look over with a childlike wonder, curious by the happenings

-due to not wanting to attract attention from the media, his boyfriend buys him a lovely gay masquerade mask, and he Adores it (he’s literally Never going to throw it away)

-it takes a few cups of wine, but soon he’s sluggishly dancing with the rest of them, clinging onto his boyfriends shoulders as they sway in peace to music who's tempo is Way too Fast

-near the end of the night he finally takes off the mask, kissing his man with an (albeit buzzed) joy, burying his face in the others neck as he smiled, and for the first time in a while he’s peaceful with where he is in life

Jaehee

-she was always a sucker for pride, sporting her bisexual flag proudly around her shoulders like a shawl, holding onto her wife’s hand with an unrelenting joy that could only come from being around other members of the LGBTQ community

-feeling like she could kiss the love of her life without caring what onlookers thought? the best feeling in the world.

-she doesn’t care much about the actual concerts and gigs going on, her focus on her w I FE and getting to meet and socialize with other gays, pride in knowing she had overcome everything in her life to get to a point where internalized biphobia was neatly cut out of her life

-she has ALL the protest signs, parching in the parade with a few other LGBTQ business friends as her voice intertwines with the shouts of thousands of gays

-holding h a nd  s with her wife, the bisexual colours in her makeup sparkling under the hot summer sun, the beauty only comparable with that of her dazzling smile

Yoosung

-babeyboy 

-b a be y

-he wants to do e every t hi ng and See everything, so his poor boyfriend gets around 5 seconds max to drink everything in before he’s being dragged by yoosung towards something else

-r e a l l y wants faceprint but he flinches at the cold of the sponge whenever it hits his cheek, so he’s left with 1/4 of a bi flag

-giggly, jumping up and down at the sight of people there being like him, people who made him feel less alone

-shyly kissing his boyfriend, not used to being able to do it in public without fear and the feeling of impending doom

-this boy gets d o w n to the Gay Bops, not a care in the world as he boogies, even though hes Completely making a fool of himself, he couldn’t care less. he was safe here.

-he’s not as loud as some of the other marchers, yet his voice can still be heard in the clamor

-doesn’t make it through the whole night, falling asleep at half past midnight on his love’s shoulder, them having found a place to sit and enjoy some pretzels 

-does this mean napping in an empty field together until he wakes up? maybe??

Seven

-oh he  r a g i n 

-dresses up in the highest heeled boots he could find, face half done in drag makeup with an expert hand, looking glamorous and confident as he strolls in like he owns the place

-or,,,,,,,,,,,,, alternative outfit: 

-he’s the one naruto running in out and around the other pride-goers screeching “bakugo said gay rights”

-he bought. all. the pride flags. all.

-if he’s feeling spicey he’ll bring his car out to the parade and find a way to drive... his car... IN the parade... preferably next to janelle monàe 

-this man loses his voice within the first three hours of pride, sounding like a croaky old woman the rest of the time

-yoinks his partner up onto his back, grinning stupidly in joy as he feels his s/o’s smile against the crook of his neck

-crackhead

-roasts the homophobes, proceeding to hug as many gays as he could to “spread the joy homophobes took away”

-he is everyones father

Zen

-he goes into pride not thinking much, regular grey shirt and jeans thrown on, mainly there because his boyfriend had wanted to go, but all it takes is one whiff of the party atmosphere and he’s turned into Ultra Gay, carrying his smol boyfriend in his arms as they march together

-facepaintfacepaintfacepaint

-gets beyond excited when it comes to face paint, spending almost an hour there hanging out with the face paintin gays

-Zen is protector of the lesbians you CANT change my mind, just him, Chris Hemsworth, and Daniel Howell in a Lesbian Protection Squad.  

-Will Square up with Anyone that tries to throws slurs at the crowd, having to be dragged away by Jaehee (who is also having a hard time not throwing hands)

-loves everything about pride, from the people, to the atmosphere, to the vibrant colors of the LGBTQ community, even the shady looking hot dogs they sell 

-his gay fans are THrIVING, forming a small army walking down the boulevard chanting the song of the gays

-the type to get drop dead drunk after pride, having to be dragged to the Uber by his boyfriend, Zen pouting as he vainly tries to kiss his boyfriends face the whole ride home, slurred voice getting whinier every second he gets cuddles withheld from him.

[jiminisjamin]

Imagine: Making Out in a Car/Backstage (Hyung Line)

Kim Seokjin: (380 Words)

Jin would practically jump into the back of the car, knowing you were already there waiting for him. He wouldn't give chance for anything to be said before he snapped the privacy screen up, dividing the front and back of the car before he'd grip you, lifting and tugging you onto his lap and melding his mouth to yours, moaning into the kiss as he raked his hands up and down your sides, your back, your thighs that straddled his lap- anywhere and everywhere he could touch. He had been gone from you for such a long time he had so much frustration built up in him- and now it all felt like the cord had snapped.

Jin tries to tug you closer as he grips your hair, roughly tilting your head to the side to attach his lips to your neck, and you sighed, resting your hands on his shoulders as he hummed against your skin.

"I missed you, baby," he would mutter, his kisses becoming lighter and sweeter as he made his way back up to your lips "I missed you so much."

Hopefully, the tinted glass hides you completely from the eyes of the paparazzi and fans, because Jin kept you close to him the whole time, kissing your lips and face, your shoulders, your neck, your jaw, your collarbone. Anywhere he could reach he placed a kiss, muttering about how much he loved you. He’d try to stay as quiet as possible as his skin heated up, his heart starting to beat harder and fast as you squirmed slightly, shifting to sit closer and kiss his neck. He sighed softly and let his head fall back as his eyes closed and his hands fell to your lower back and massaged the skin there lightly as you kissed, sucked and bit at his neck.

Jin tugged you even closer, lifting his head to kiss at your neck as you kissed his shoulder, Jin’s eyes still shut tight as his grip tightened on you and he sighs against your skin when the car stops.

“Baby, we’re back,” he’d mumble, his words slightly slurred as he left soft kisses on your jaw, “you need to get up now...maybe we can finish in my room if that’s okay with you...”

Min Yoongi: (527 Words)

When the two of you had first climbed into the car together, you had originally wanted to get away from the rest of the boys for a few seconds to ask Yoongi what was wrong, but when your gaze met his, he simply motioned for you to come over to him. You scooted a little closer to him and his hand snakes around your side as he pushes you back, leaning his body over yours as you’re forced to lay across the seats. Yoongi’s breath comes out in a sigh as he presses a kiss to your cheek, his hand trailing up the back of your shirt.

“Y/n, you promise me something?” He mumbles, his gaze settling on yours. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you frown and nod.

“What?”

“Promise me you only have eyes for me,” the words tumble past his lips before he’s pressing into you, kissing your neck and lifting you slightly. “Promise you don’t want to leave me.”

“W- Yoongi, of course, I don’t. What’s this about? Why are you...”

“Good,” he cuts you off, moving his lips to meet yours and kissing you gently, his hand gripping at your waist while his other continue moving up your back. You sigh against his kiss and feel his lips quirk up into a small smile as he tilts his head, leaning his forehead against yours and pulling away to meet your gaze again. “I love you, y/n,” he mumbles, placing another kiss to your lips, this one deeper, longer and more passionate as he lets his body press against yours, trapping you between him and the car seats. Yoongi turns his attention to your neck, biting and sucking at it softly, his breath hot as it fans across your skin. “Let’s just go home, y/n,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck as his affections halt.

“Yoongi, don’t get me wrong, I love you too- but we can’t leave your friends,” 

“Then let’s stay in here,” he mumbles, kissing your lips and sighing. “You feel so soft,” his voice comes out a whisper as he turns his attention back to your shoulder, jaw, and neck.

“Y-yoongi, eventually one of them is going to come out to find us, or they’re gonna decide to leave and come out- and we can’t be, we can’t be doing this, Yoongi, not here. What if someone sees?” Your voice comes out softer than you wanted it to, but Yoongi still sighs and leans his forehead on your shoulder, his hands moving as he sits up, pulling you with him.

“Fine,” he mumbles, his lips forming a straight line as he opens the door. “They are nosy.” You smile as you follow him out into the chilly night and he shuts the door, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Stay over tonight?” You smile lightly as you take his hand and beginning walking back into the restaurant.

“Sure, Yoongi. I’d love to.”

His lips curl into a soft smile as he looks down, letting go of your hand to slide his arm around your waist and pull you closer. “I’m glad, we can finish what we started...”

Jung Hoseok: (470 Words)

The minute Hoseok finished his solo he rushed backstage to where you were waiting with your arms out, ready for a hug, and he lifted you in the air, twirling you as he turned and dropping onto the small couch as he pulled you onto his lap, placing kisses on your neck. “I have some time,” he says, a large smile on his face, “I don’t go back on stage for two more songs.” You giggle when his hands snake around your sides to rest on your thighs and he places a kiss to the side of your face. “Did you like it? How was I?”

“You were so good, Hoseok,” you stood up, ignoring his small protest as you walked over to grab a bottle of water, “you must’ve worked so hard to get all that choreography down.” You hand him the water after uncapping it and he grins up at you.

“Always making sure to take care of me,” he winks and chugs half of the bottle before setting it down and standing up, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips, tugging your body to his. “So, you liked the song?” He whispers, kissing your jaw.

“Yes,” your voice comes out a whisper as well.

“Mmh,” he hums, his body swaying against yours slightly. “I’m glad you liked it, baby,” Hoseok mumbles, “show me how much you liked it.” He continues kissing down your neck and pulls your shirt aside to expose your shoulder, sucking a small mark into your skin before letting the shirt cover up the red spot, and then moves back to your neck, kissing and biting lightly as his hands move up your sides, slipping under your shirt.

You snicker at this and pull away, slapping his chest lightly. “Come on, silly, you have to get your hair and makeup fixed.” Another whine of protest falls past his lips as you grab his hand and drag him into the hair-and-makeup room.

“Baby- y/n, come on, jagiya, come on. We have time.” You sigh at his protests- although you do consider it for a few moments- and shake your head.

“We don’t have time, Hoseok.” You force him to sit in one of the chairs and kiss his cheek. “If we did, I would, but we don’t.” You rub his shoulders gently as the crew rushes around him, restyling his hair and dabbing various sponges and brushes on his face.

“Y/n...” Hoseok stops as one of the crew shoot him a glare, telling him to stay still while they did his makeup- and he sighs, looking down at the ground.

“Hoseok, we can later- I promise. Just focus on performing right now, okay?” His eyes light up at this and he smiles brightly, glancing at you in the mirror.

“Okay, Jagiya.”

Kim Namjoon: (362 Words)

Namjoon would be surprised when he walked backstage after their concert had ended only to find you waiting for him. He smiled as he moved forward, wrapping you in his arms and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Y/n, baby, what are you doing here?” You smiled up at him as you cuddled up to him, wrapping your arms around him and holding on tight.

“I missed you- I wanted to surprise you,” you muttered, turning your gaze upwards and smiling at him. He grins down at you and presses another kiss to your forehead, rubbing his hands up and down your arms as he sighs.

“I missed you too, did you just get here, or did you see the concert?” You shake your head.

“My plane just landed a few hours ago and I just got here as you guys were finishing up,” you reply, burying your face in his neck as you laugh. “You guys were good, though- from what I saw.” You smile again and he laughs, kissing you and pulling you closer.

“Y/n, you’re so cute,” he laughs and backs you up against the nearest wall, kissing your neck. “You’re so cute.” Your hands press against his chest as she mumbles incoherently.

‘You’re cuter,” you mumble. Namjoon laughs at this and leans closer, quirking one eyebrow at you as he returns to kissing your neck, his hand sliding up your sides, barely slipping under the hem of your shirt when someone’s hand slaps against Namjoon’s back and he jumps away, his eyes wide as his mouth drops open. Hoseok grins at him, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you.

“Endearing, really, but we need to go, Namjoon.” He starts walking away and then claps, pointing at you as he whirls around, “I will not be riding in the car with you two, I’ll let you guys be...alone, yeah? Have your own car,” he laughs, “sounds good, yeah?” Before you can answer, Namjoon shrugs.

“Sure,” he mumbles, looking down at you and winking. You blush brightly and hide your face, biting your lip to try and hold back your laughs. “Come on, y/n,” he whispers, “let’s go, yeah?”

[pyrewriter]

Ribbon (Part 2)

Chat's new lucky charm seemed to be working, along the way to the Akuma attack he spotted a group of Cheshire who bared their teeth and were helping evacuees. "You, who bare your teeth!" he called descending to street level "I have a favor to ask of you, who here knows the way to the Square?" he asked looking between them. 

"I do" one of them ,a young woman in office attire, said raising her hand "What do you need?"

Taking Belial from his shoulder he handed him to the woman "Take him to Le Souriante Taverne for me, GO" he told her pointing toward the Square sending her off. "The rest of you continue as you were, I applaud your initiative. You make the Cheshire smile" he said flashing a grin before taking off toward the Akuma. With Belial taken care of he would be able to help Ladybug sooner than he expected and stay transformed longer than if he had gone to the Square himself. 

As Chat approached the hotel he could see drones swarming around the building flying into every window with a small number of them surveying the immediate area around the building. They seemed to be looking for something or someone as they chased everyone coming out of the building, shining a red light on them before losing interest. The majority of them were hovering around and inside Chloe's room in the penthouse making the whole floor glow an eerie mechanical red, she was most likely their target.      

One of the circling drones had spotted Chat and flew toward him, he took a combat stance unsure of its intent. It stopped a few feet from him and bathed in red "Scanning... referencing..." it whirred hovering in place for a moment. This close he got a better look at the metallic cube, crossing slits that emitted the same red glow made it look as though it was cut into eighths. A circular cut out on one side appeared to designate the front of the thing. The light flashed yellow "Secondary target located, designation: Chat Noir" it said in it's robotic tinny voice the light shifting to a fiery orange, "Attempting capture". Dividing itself the drone formed a cage and flew toward Chat, catching him before he could react "Target captured, returning to command" it stated as it slowly flew toward the hotel.

Thinking fast Chat grabbed his staff and expanded it trying to see if the drone had a size limit but the drone wasn’t going to make it that easy, "Escape attempt detected, deploying deterrent". Electricity surged across the cage flowing into and through his staff, sending lightning through Chat's body causing him to falter and drop his staff through the floor bars. "Escape attempt successfully deterred" the drone said somehow sounding triumphant while he lay twitching. 

Enraged by the machine somehow gloating Chat forced himself to his feet and grabbed the bars, bending them severely. "It's gonna take more than that, you hunk of scrap" he snarled.

"Escape attempt detected, deploying deterrent". 

Again electricity surged but it was no worse than anything he'd experienced before "Not good enough scrap pile, I refuse to be caged anymore" he shouted.

"Increasing deterrent".

Chat felt his body tense but the bars were bending more now "Thought so" he laughed, it had to divert power from the bars to shock him. A little more is all it would take for him to fit through if he could just bend them a little further, looking ahead he was almost at the hotel entrance. He was smoking from being electrocuted for so long ,he needed out, he struggled harder bending the bars to their limit. As Chat began to squeeze himself through the gap in the bars the drone uttered something unintelligible before running out of power and dropping to the floor in pieces. The suddenness of his release caught him off guard and he fell to the floor just inside the hotel lobby convulsing violently as aftershocks ripped through him. 

The electricity had been the only thing keeping on his feet after the adrenaline left his body so without it he was practically a cripple until he could recover. He was alone for only a minute until a swarm of drones surrounded him but he had regained enough control of his body to stand but he couldn't let himself get caught. Leaping at one of the drones he wrapped himself around it not allowing it to expand, electricity once again surged giving him the strength to crush the thing. Leaping to the next one yielded the same result, electrocution followed by the satisfying  crunch of the drone in his hands.      

At the same time in Marinette's house she and Chloe had woken up and both their phones were blowing up with notifications while they ate breakfast. Chloe' was ignoring hers as she did the dishes passing it off as "Probably more hate mail about how I'm faking" she had become jaded to hateful messages and threats long ago. 

Marinette on the other hand was reading about how a swarm of flying cubes had swarmed around and inside the Le Grand Paris but hadn't harmed anyone. She had a sneaking suspicion about what caused the Akuma "Chloe', did the mayor tell the hotel staff that you were staying the night and wouldn't be back for a while?".

Chloe' froze, dropping the sponge and bowl she had into the sink "Oh no" she sounded almost devastated. "Please, I've been trying so hard" she said dropping to her knees. 

"Chloe'!" Marinette exclaimed rushing to her side.

"Why is it that even when I'm trying I still cause so much negativity?" she was sobbing now covering her face with her still wet and soapy hands. Tom and Sabine had already left the room to tend to the bakery downstairs, Chloe' was glad that they weren't here to see her like this. Turning to her friend she asked pleadingly "Am I really that much of a stain on people's lives" she asked her makeup running. 

Unable to stand seeing her like this Marinette embraced her "You aren't a stain Chloe', you made mistakes but you've righted them and done amazing things" she whispered. "You told me the hotel staff have grown fond of you right, over concern can cause someone to be akumatized" she said trying to calm her friend. 

"Inadvertently or not it doesn't change the fact my actions caused another attack" Chloe' retorted between sobs. 

Holding her tighter Marinette refused to let a friend put themself down like this "You didn't cause this attack because you hurt someone, Chloe'. Nino got akumatized because he just wanted to throw Adrien a party remember, this is just like that. Someone cared about you enough that they're going this far for you". It sounded strange when said aloud but when you boil it down it was common for people to get akumatized because they cared for another. Helping Chloe' to her feet she walked her to the bathroom "Let's get you cleaned up and we'll go fix this" Marinette told her adding under her breath "-hopefully before this escalates". 

After getting cleaned up Chloe', Marinette, and Tikki used a taxi to get as close as they could before deciding to walk the remaining distance. Inside Le Grand Paris's lobby Chat had been holding his own against the drones but his strength was waning, if Ladybug didn't show up soon he would be done for. There were gaps between the waves and they didn't seem to be very smart as he was always able to use the same method of dispatching. He was catching his breath when a single drone floated into the room keeping it's distance.

"Where is Chloe' Bourgeois?" it's voice wasn't tinny and expressionless like the others, this one was different. 

"Why should I know!" he spat.

A loud crashing sound came from the drone "Because you appear to be the only person in Paris capable of making high profile individuals disappear without a trace over night" it shot back. 

Whoever this villain was, they seemed to be in a talking mood ,that was fine by Chat, taking a seat on the floor he sighed "I have had no contact with Chloe' in the past forty-eight hours". If Chloe' was missing he was willing to help and if he could get this villain to trust him like 3-W it wouldn't take long to find her. "Why don't we speak face to face" he suggested "I'd at least like to know the name of the one I've been fighting". 

The drone hovered motionless and silent for a moment before powering down and gently floating to the floor, nearby a door opened revealing the one who was behind the drones. They were garbed in a guards uniform that looked covered in circuitry with wires leading somewhere in the room to a headset that covered their eyes. "I am 'All Seer' and I have ,or had, reason to suspect you had information pertaining to the whereabouts of Chloe' Bourgeois. However if what you say is true then all you are useful for is your Miraculous so hand it over, you are beaten". He approached Chat but he jumped back landing on his feet with unexpected energy. 

"Funny thing about nerves when you scorch them, you tend not to feel sore or fatigued" he said smiling.

"You scheming cat!" All Seer yelled angrily "SUBDUE HIM" the drone he had used to communicate rose from the ground joined by several others. Together they rushed Chat opening to form cages before he could pounce on them rendering his prior method useless. 

Grabbing the bars of one and stopping it as it came at him he used it like a bat to smash the others as they tried to surround him "One does not simply cage an alley cat". Before more drones showed up Chat dropped to all fours and lunged forward, All Seer put their arms up in an attempt to guard themselves but he wasn't aiming for them. Leaping clean over them he slashed the cords connected to the headset, metallic clanking and crashing could be heard all around as drones dropped like flies. 

"Agh! I-I can't see, I CAN'T SEE! Papillon, why can't I see?" he asked terrified before falling back, but there was no answer.    

"What happened here!" a voice shouted from the entrance, it was Chloe' and Marinette was with her. 

All Seer's head shot up "Miss Chloe', is that you?". 

"A-Allen, oh my god" Chloe' said concerned for the guard.

"Miss Chloe' where are you?" he tried to reach for his eyes but felt only the headset.

Chat sighed "Cataclysm" at a touch the headset that obstructed the guards vision crumbled into dust. 

Chloe' ran up dropping to her knees when she reached him putting a hand on each of his shoulders "I'm so sorry, I should have made sure daddy told you I wasn't going to be in". 

Allen shook his head now placing his hands on her shoulder "I'm just glad you're ok Miss Chloe', I thought something bad had happened". *BEEP BEEP* the sound of Chat's Miraculous broke up the happy reunion, "You're going to de-transform soon right?". He pointed to the room where all the wires led, "The Akuma should be in the keyboard, take it" without a word Chat nodded and walked off to retrieve the akumatized item. Marinette stood nearby relieved that everything was going to be alright and that Chat didn't appear to be seriously injured. 

When he returned Chat headed for the door but stopped a few steps away from the reunion looking over his shoulder at them then to the keyboard. Turning back to he sighed "I don't normally get the chance to ask but-" he had a serious look in his eye "do you want to remember any of this or would you rather forget it all?". 

"I can choose to remember my time as a villain?"

"If a victim renounces their Akuma then yes, doing so will also make it easier to reject the temptations of power should you be targeted again" Chat explained. "You would have to live with the memory of your actions and to be honest you haven't caused much aside from some minor panic".

The guard pondered his options for a moment before responding "I think I'd rather forget what I did to you, I don't think I could live with it".

Chat nodded "I have to wait until Ladybug arrives to cleanse it but it shouldn't be too long since I'm sure the news was all over this" he said before taking his leave. Chloe' decided to stay with the guard until he was turned back to normal.  

Marinette had excused herself saying "I should really get back to the bakery, my parents are probably worried" she used an alley to transform in. Unfortunately she didn't see where Chat had gone with the keyboard but she knew he wouldn't have gone far, she found him sitting atop a chimney de-transformed. "Bonjour Chatton, I heard about the attack sorry about not being able to help my hands were pretty tied".

He echoed her greeting "Don't worry about it I've been through worse" he held up the keyboard "Ready?".

Ladybug pulled out her yo-yo twirling it "Ready" Chat snapped the akumatized item in half releasing the Akuma which was immediately caught and cleansed. "Miraculous Ladybug!" the magic swarmed off toward Le Grand Paris but some surrounded Chat causing him to take a deep breath and clap his hands together. "What happened to you?" she asked confused as to why the magic had chosen to focus on him specifically.

"Turns out when you have a few thousand volts of electricity course through you ,repeatedly, your nerve endings get scorched after the first few dozen times" Chat said chuckling. He was happy to be able to feel again, his partner on the other hand was concerned but before she could voice it she noticed something she had failed to see before.

"What's the ribbon for?" she asked pointing to the object in question. 

Following her finger to his wrist Chat smiled "It's a gift from a close friend and a 'lucky charm' of sorts" the mention of the ribbon reminded him about Belial who still needed to eat. "My apologies LB, but my furry friend hasn't eaten yet and he gets cranky when he's hungry so I must bid you a good day and hope to see you for night patrol". Before she could respond he had transformed and headed off for the Square. 

Ladybug shook her head sighing heavily "Why is it that whenever I leave you alone you always manage to get hurt, and how much are you holding back" her voice was heavy and sad. Her partner was getting back to his old self of that there was no doubt but now after seeing so many sides of him it was hard to find which one was closest to the real him. She had hoped that talking with him as Marinette would help her get closer but he was still too walled off, "Maybe he just needs more time" she thought. All his changes in the past months made her look back and it was only recently that she was beginning to realize a lot of things about Chat. 

The rest of the day passed like any other with night patrol going smoothly, Ladybug decided against asking any further questions about the ribbon wrapped around Chat's wrist during their meeting at the tower. It was difficult for her to take her gaze away from it however, she was trying to decipher what it meant. "I thought I was his 'lucky charm', who gave it to him" these thoughts and more filled her head to the point that she almost missed him wishing her a goodnight. When she got home she found herself anticipating Chat's arrival even though it would be hours before he showed. 

At the tavern work was slow which gave him plenty of time to thank the women who had taken care of Belial from him during the attack, she was still wearing her mask. "I must apologize for making you run all the way here earlier today but I thank you for doing so, your drinks on me" he said.

"You don't have to-"  

Adrien raised a hand "When a Cheshire goes out of their way to help people even I think they deserve something in return, buying a drink is nothing so don't worry" he told her.

"Th-thank you, Chat" she said timidly as he placed the drink on the table.

Putting his elbows on the table and placing his head in his hands he locked eyes with her "So how have you been?" he asked.

"I'm sorry I don't know what you mean" she told him confused

"Well the last time I saw you I was running through your office and I threw your computer monitor through the window" he said.

She chuckled and sighed "How did you know it was me?" she asked removing her mask. 

"What kind of hero would I be if I forgot the face of the person who sacrificed office equipment to help me escape and before the founding of the Cheshire no less" he shrugged. "Plus you're wearing the exact same outfit as you were that day" he added gesturing to her attire. 

Looking down she smiled with realization "So I am ,huh, go figure" she said adding "I'm Amy by the way, it's nice to meet you"

"Indeed it is" he replied. 

Amy took a long sip of her drink before asking casually "So who's the lucky lady?" 

Adrien choked on the water he was drinking "I beg your pardon" he said through coughs.

"The ribbon" she said pointing to his wrist. 

"It's a gift from a fan and good friend, little girl who's bedridden" he explained adding "I kinda gave up on a love life ,for a while at least, maybe if I ever stop being a hero". Amy nodded, tipping her glass to him slightly in an understanding gesture, Adrien returned to his work duties leaving her to enjoy the drink making it a point to see her out when she left. At the end of the night Nino and Milo gave him a hard time about talking to an older woman and buying her drink but they knew he was just being himself. On the way to his spot to get some sleep he saw that the balcony's lights were on and he knew that sleeping was going to be the last thing he would be doing. 

Adrien de-transformed as he greeted his friend and former classmate to let Plagg go talk with Tikki and get some sleep while he chatted. Marinette was worried about what had happened to him earlier and reluctantly he told her of his recklessness that led to him scorching his nerves. In return he asked about what Chloe' was doing with her as he was uncertain of what the context was between Allen and Chloe's reunion. Mari was more than willing to tell him that they had a sleepover together that led to a lack of communication which sparked the Akuma attack. Again however she found herself staring at the ribbon around his wrist, she wanted to know the meaning behind it but dared not ask as she didn't want to step on a landmine. 

Nevertheless Adrien noticed her gaze being repeatedly drawn to and lingering on his wrist while they talked "If you want to ask you should just ask, cats can feel when someone is staring" he said. 

"Huh, what, oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to" Marinette stuttered.

He chuckled "You're just like Ladybug sometimes ,you sure you're not related, you both seem afraid to ask questions".

"Maybe because you refuse to give straight answers or change the subject" she mumbled pouting. 

"I guess that's true, it's a bad habit of mine after all" he scratched at his mask and sighed "But I know she sees through it ,kinda like you, and I wish I could just tell the truth". She looked at him to try and read his face but without the help of his mask changing it was difficult but not now. Even if it was just his eyes they were filled with expression ,not regret or anger, just woeful with a tone to match. "If I could just tell the truth without fear of the repercussions, implications, or harming my partner and everyone else I know then I would be able to cut loose. But people are unpredictable and most of my ties are already hanging by a thread so thin all it would take is breath to break them".

Marinette leaned against the railing "I didn't know you had so much on your shoulder, Chatton" she said coming to a somber partial understanding.

"Hehe Atlas would be proud of the weight I carry while walking like it's nothing" he said placing one hand on his shoulder and flexing. "So what was the question you wanted to ask? I'll give you an honest answer I swear" he told her steering the conversation back to a more casual place. 

"You've probably been asked this a lot already today but who gave you the ribbon?".

"The cousin of a friend of yours actually, Juleka I believe it was" he replied getting a surprised look from Marinette. "Her cousin's a big fan but bedridden so ,among other reasons, she used the code that Adrien gave you guys to contact me and asked if I could visit her. Long story short I was visiting her before the attack today and she gave me this ribbon" he explained.

"You're such a softy you know that right?" she said giving him a light punch in the arm. 

He rubbed his arm laughing "I'm gentle until you make me mad, then I'm the last thing you ever want to be up against. This ribbon is one of my anchors that reminds me to stay gentle".

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim Seokjin | Jin Characters: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Brief Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, In The Flesh AU, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, i guess??? maybe, maybe on the angst not the happy ended Summary:

So many things about him ruin the careful crafted illusion that he and Seokjin work so hard to maintain. But just because it's hard, doesn't mean that Namjoon will stop trying.

ur boy is back w/ the maybe kinda sorta angst again !

you can read it on tumblr under the read more !

His hands shake as he pulls down his bottom lid to slip his contact in. He heard that parents - those who survived - had been asked to send in pictures from Before in order for the doctors to match the colour with their original eye.

 Namjoon blinks for a second, puts his hands on the counter and sighs. He doesn’t like looking at his skin; it’s taken an unnatural, grey undertone. It looks washed out, ugly. There’s a picture taped to the mirror of him lounging on the beach, skin a golden glow in the sun. He’s smiling. His hair is damp looking, but healthy. His eyes are a soft, dark brown. With only swim trunks on, most of his skin is viewable, while it couldn’t be said that the picture shows a body of a model or weight lifter, it was healthy and toned. Most importantly, it wasn’t missing the chunk of flesh that Namjoon’s current stomach did.

 Namjoon sighs. He looks away from the picture and to his own face. His lips are chapped, pale, and his hair has seen better days. Namjoon looks at his eyes; sees one the beautiful brown that they had been in a previous life, and one, well. One is an ugly, pale white. Red and blue veins stretching all the way to the too big pupil like spider webs, iris turned a pale grey.

 Namjoon grips the counter and feels sick. He quickly picks up the other contact, slips it in as fast as he can - he always hated touching his eye - and then lets out a sigh of relief when his own brown eyes look back at him in the mirror.

 It isn’t much, but seeing his own eyes makes him feel more alive, less undead. It doesn’t matter if they itch, because without them Namjoon could do everything else - put on makeup, cover his scars, hell, he could try and eat actual food, but without his contacts in, it doesn’t matter. Everyone will know.

 Seokjin will know.

 He can hear Seokjin going about his day outside the washroom, making breakfast - still for two - folding his clothes, listening to the radio in the kitchen. Namjoon twists open the makeup contain and grabs a small sponge, starts apply the foundation to his face. The prominent veins disappear, so does his ghastly parlor. He applies it thickly over scars and the small divot in his cheek from where some teenager tried hit him with a crowbar. He doesn't think about how that kid didn’t live longer than two minutes after that.

 Namjoon takes one last look at his face, moving his head around to see if he missed any spots. He stopped trying to put foundation on his hands when Seokjin complained about the stains on everything he touched, so now he just wears long sleeves. It’s not like he can feel the heat or sweat anyways.

 Satisfied with how he looks, Namjoon takes a deep, and unnecessary breath, and smiles. His lips crack a bit, but that has always been normal, and his teeth are fine. Namjoon is always worried one day he’ll open his mouth and there’ll be a chunk of flesh hanging out of it, a tendril of muscle caught between his teeth, blood running down his chin. He saw the pictures of himself before treatment. Afterwards, he scrubbed his face so hard that for a few seconds he thought he could feel pain again.

 Namjoon leaves the washroom, tugs his sleeves over his hands, and walks to the kitchen. He kisses Seokjin on the cheek, careful not to transfer any makeup. So long as Namjoon is careful, they can both pretend like everything is still normal.

 Seokjin smiles. “Good morning, mister. You sure took your sweet time getting out of bed.”

 “The suspense of not seeing you makes it so much more exciting when I finally do.” Namjoon says, pressing another kiss into Seokjin’s neck. Namjoon feels him tense for a second, so he pulls away quickly, sitting down at the breakfast table, whilst Seokjin finishes buttering toast.

 When Seokjin sits down at the table himself, he places a plate in front of Namjoon. Some mornings Seokjin doesn’t, and Namjoon is more grateful for those mornings than he likes to admit. But he won’t push the plate away. He nods as Seokjin chatters away, slowly picking up the piece of toast and bringing it to his mouth.

 He can still taste, so that aspect isn’t unpleasant, but as he swallows he can already feel his shut down digestive system protesting. He takes a few more slow bites, waits until Seokjin is finished as well, then excuses himself to the washroom. As soon as the kitchen is out of view, Namjoon nearly sprints to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet and immediately vomiting the toast out. He coughs, pure instinct, and gags again. He hopes that Seokjin can’t hear him.

 So many things about him ruin the careful crafted illusion that he and Seokjin work so hard to maintain.

 He flushes the toilet, brushes his teeth again, and applies makeup to the corners of his mouth. Just because the illusion is hard to maintain doesn’t mean he’ll stop trying.

 -

 Seokjin is waiting with Namjoon at the doctor’s office, clearly uncomfortable sitting with him in the Partially Deceased Syndrome waiting room. Namjoon doesn’t blame him. Some of the undead, including the one sitting on the otherside of Seokjin, don’t bother with the contacts and makeup, and Namjoon knows that Seokjin doesn’t like their eyes.

 He tries not to think about why. After a few minutes of nervous fidgeting, Namjoon grabs his hand. Seokjin jumps in surprise from the cold temperature.

 “Babe, why don’t you go grab a coffee or something? From a store, not the shitty cafeteria coffee.” Namjoon smiles at him, trying his best not to sound strained.

“Are you sure?” Seokjin asks, even though Namjoon knows he’s just being polite. He nods, and Seokjin is noticeably more relieved. “Want me to get you one?”

 Namjoon bites his lip, and ignores the looks a few other patients give him. “No thanks, I’m good.”

 Seokjin gives one last grin then walks off hurriedly. Namjoon is left to wait for his appointment, alone. He’s a little disappointed, he had wanted to introduce Seokjin to his doctor, thought maybe he could recommend someone that Seokjin could talk to about… all this. But it’s progress; at first Seokjin wouldn’t even walk into this part of the clinic, much less sit down for more than ten minutes.

 “He stills offers to buy you coffee?” Asks the guy that was sitting next to Seokjin. He looks young, barely out of his teen years. The veins in his face are bright greens and reds, and one of the pupils in his eyes has broken, leaving globs of black speckled across the grey canvas. Probably why he isn’t wearing contacts, Namjoon thinks.

 “Yeah.” Namjoon replies, a little terse.

 “Why? Clearly you’re sitting here for a reason.” His words are a bit rude, but his tone is genuine.

 “He… We like to pretend that I’m just here for a check up, and nothing else.” For a second Namjoon is surprised by his honesty. Talking about the lengths they both go to shatter the fiction that they try to maintain effortlessly. They don’t talk about how Seokjin goes to sleep at least an hour early than Namjoon now, so that he’s fast asleep by the time Namjoon washes his makeup off for the night. Or how Namjoon sets his alarm twenty minutes before Seokjin so that he can put his face on. Sometimes he’ll put his makeup on then go back and lay down, pretend to be waking up at the same time as Seokjin. The heat from the blanket warms up Namjoon’s body, so it’s the only chance Seokjin gets to hug his bare skin.

 “Why, though?” The kid asks.

“Because we want to.” Namjoon snaps. The kid takes no notice.

 “Seems like a pain,” he says, “To pretend. I mean, it’s not like either of you can change what’s happened.”

 “Yeah, well, the fact that we can’t change is half the reason why we pretend.” The kid is about to say something else, when the receptionist calls out, “Jeon Jeongguk. Jeon Jeongguk. Room sixteen, please.”

 The kid grins, and pushes himself up from the chair. Namjoon can see where his skin pulls at scar tissue when he grins. “Well, good luck with whatever you and him have going on.” and then he walks away.

Namjoon crosses his arms, and pretends like the kid’s words don’t affect him. He gets called into the doctor’s office a few minutes later, gets his bi weekly injections, and declines when the doctor offers him a pamphlet for a support group.

 He texts Seokjin saying that his appointment was done, and where should I meet you? Seokin texts him back telling him he’s at the nearest starbuck, and hey, how was the checkup?

 Namjoon doesn’t reply.

 -

 Seokjin’s birthday is still a few months away but Namjoon can’t stop thinking about it. He knows what he’s going to get him, so it isn’t stress that keeps it on his mind.

 Namjoon wonder if they should sit down and have a real conversation about the elephant in the room, shatter the illusion just for a while to talk about the obvious.

 The obvious being that they will no longer grow old together. They will no longer get the dream life they’ve been envisioning since college. The one where Seokjin retires first, then Namjoon, then they move more into the suburbs with some pet dogs, visiting the kids they were going to adopt in their thirties every few weeks. Seokjin would take up knitting and Namjoon would try his hand at cross stitching or carving. Once they got even older they would move to a more rural area where they can spend the rest of their days relaxing on a porch, holding hands as they watch the sun set. Rooms upstairs all done up so that their grandkids could stay with them in the summer.

 There’s a few things wrong with that plan now, the main one being that Namjoon can’t age. Stuck forever slathering makeup on his twenty four year old face, as Seokjin’s birthdays pass. At first it probably won’t be noticeable, but over time it’ll become more and more obvious that Namjoon’s age is cemented forever. The second issue is that Namjoon can’t adopt kids now. Even if he could, he doesn’t know if he would. Laws prohibiting him and other Partially Deceased, aside, the thought that maybe one day an injection won’t work, or maybe he’ll forget to go in because of a soccer game or recital, a stuffy nose keeping his kid at home. The thought of him losing feeling in his arms and legs again, them moving on their own accord as his jaw goes slack, his hands lose dexterity but body making up for it in pure will and unknown strength. Of him being filled with a hunger that he hasn’t felt in years. It’s too much for Namjoon to bare to think about.

 The third and least pressing issue is that Namjoon can’t hold Seokjin’s hand without running it under hot water first. His skin is always ice cold otherwise, and Seokjin hates that.

 Weeks pass and Namjoon doesn’t bring it up. He buys hand warmers and mittens, though. It isn’t much, but he when he holds Seokjin’s hand he feels just a little bit closer to that dream life they were planning before.

-

 Namjoon finally bites the bullet and goes to an Undead Support Group. He meets Min Yoongi, the group leader and trained therapist there. Namjoon doesn’t know why but he feels at ease with him, his sharp words mixed with his lazy smile and kind eyes making Namjoon feel at home. Yoongi is still fully alive, but his husband, Hoseok is very much Undead.

 Hoseok is nice, he wears makeup and contacts in public, but he says at home he usually doesn’t.

 “Wow, I don’t know if I could ever do that.” Namjoon says, when he finds out. Yoongi looks at him.

 “Why?”

 “Because the last time my boyfriend saw me without makeup on, I was up covered in blood and trying to rip his throat out.” There’s a brief uncomfortable silence between the three of them.

 “What about when you were getting treatment, didn’t he see you then?” Yoongi asks. Namjoon shakes his head.

 “He refused to visit me until I was released. Even then, he didn’t come until the doctors told him they issued me makeup.” Namjoon laughs a bit at the thought of his boyfriend’s antics, remembers how every phone call started with him asking Please come see me and Seokjin replying Once you look like you, sweetheart.

 “So your boyfriend, at no point, has seen you normally without makeup on?” Yoongi clarifies.

 “Nope!” Namjoon answers, a little bit proud. They’ve had some close calls, but Namjoon has always managed to cover his face with something - his shirt, hands, or a towel - just in time.

 Yoongi frowns and Hoseok looks at him a little bit sadly.

 “I think maybe you and your boyfriend should see a therapist about that.” Yoongi says, honestly.

 -

 Namjoon is in the middle of towel drying his hair when he hears a crash from the kitchen. He hears Seokjin swear then there’s anothing bang. It’s loud enough that Namjoon knows it isn’t just a mug, so he rushes out of the bathroom to see what’s wrong.

 “Babe, are you okay?” He asks immediately. He sees a shattered ceramic dish and a few pans on the floor. Seokjin looks up from the mess, a soft smile on his face as he’s about to assure his boyfriend that he’s fine. As soon as he sees Namjoon his smile drops, eyes widen, and he starts to shake.

 “Jin, are you okay?” Namjoon asks, stepping towards him. Seokjin quickly takes a step back, crying out in pain when a piece of ceramic impales his foot.

 “Seokjin, baby, what’s wrong?” Namjoon asks again, concern and fear growing by the second.

 Seokjin’s entire body is shaking, and he starts letting out small gasping sobs. Namjoon tries to step towards him again, but this is when Seokjin breaks out of his frozen state. Despite his bleeding foot, he jerks away from Namjoon, sprinting down the hallway past him and into their bedroom. Namjoon hears the door slam shut, lock, and then all he hears is Seokjin crying. Namjoon stands in shock for a second before jogging to the bedroom door, and knocking.

 Seokjin lets out a choked sob, “G-go away!”

 “Seokjin, babe, please, let me in.” he hears more sobs, “Seokjin, please, you’re hurt!” More sobs.

 “Love, what’s wrong?” Namjoon is about to ask again, when he hears Seokjin gasp and say,

 “P-put your f-f-face on!” And even without a pulse, Namjoon can feel his heart breaking. Of course. He ran out of the washroom without his contacts in or makeup on. He’s shirtless too, so all the scars on his torso are in plain sight.

 “Okay,” Namjoon says softly through the door, “I’ll put everything on, and the next time I knock I’ll look like myself.” He hears sniffling through the door.

 Namjoon quickly puts on his shirt and contacts, but makes sure not to miss any spots with makeup in his haste.

 He knocks on the bedroom door again, and he can hear Seokjin whimper through the wood. “Baby, I look normal now, I promise. Please, open up, we need to fix your foot.”

 There’s silence for a few seconds then, “Promise you look normal?”

“I swear, sweetheart.” For a moment there’s nothing, then Namjoon here’s the click! of the door unlocking, and waits as it slowly opens. Seokjin stands in front of him, face red and covered in tear tracks, putting his weight only on one foot, and looking at Namjoon with a mix of apology and fear.

 Namjoon says nothing as he picks Seokjin up like a baby to carry him back to the kitchen, where the first aid kit is. They’re both silent, aside from Seokjin’s occasional whimpers in pain and small sniffs, as Namjoon patches his foot up.

After he’s sure the bandage is on properly, and Seokjin is no longer making any noises, he says, “I think we should see a therapist.”

 Seokjin just lets out a whimper in response.

 -

 Appointments with Yoongi are different then when they just hang out. There’s a defined shift in power that isn’t usually there. It’s tense, with Yoongi looking at them analytically.

 “So,” he starts, “who should we start with?”

 It’s painful, to say the least. He asks Namjoon to talk about how it makes him feel to have to dress up just to have a conversation with his boyfriend. He asks Seokjin to talk about his underlying fear of Namjoon.

 “You’d know I’d never hurt you, right?” Namjoon asks, voice cracking. Seokjin shrugs.

 “I know you wouldn’t but…” He trails off, and Namjoon knows what he means.

 “Seokjin, in your view, what’s the difference between Namjoon now and Namjoon without makeup?”

 “Well,” Seokjin starts, looking at Namjoon’s face, “Right now he looks healthy, alive. He looks warm. He looks… like he did before.”

 Namjoon smiles at him, and pats his leg. There isn’t anything to warm his hand up, so he can’t squeeze Seokjin’s hand.

 “And without, he looks, well, he looks dead. And, scary.” Seokjin looks away.

 Yoongi nods, “I understand. When I first saw my husband after treatment, it was before he got his makeup. I also thought he looked scary. But Seokjin, you have to understand that Namjoon isn’t like he was before. He’s undead now. That may not change anything else about him, but you need to understand that in order for us to move past this.”

 Both Seokjin and Namjoon frown. “But the whole point of this is so that we can go back to how we were before.” Namjoon says.

 Yoongi sighs, “Namjoon, I’m sorry to say, that will never happen.”

 They don’t talk during the car ride back home.

-

It takes a few more appointments before Yoongi convinces them to allow Namjoon to wear less makeup at home. Not no makeup, they both protested as soon as that was suggested. Just, less. Enough that it covered the greyness, but not enough that the veins and scars were invisible. It puts Seokjin on edge for a few days, but after a while he grows used to it, allows Namjoon to give him kisses and kisses him in return.

 Then it’s hand holding. Without hot water bottles or mittens, Yoongi says. Namjoon is hesitant, because he remembers what it felt like back when Seokjin was the one with cold hands, know it isn’t pleasant. They go a movie, one that they actually want to see, and try to hold hands throughout it. Aside from grabbing a few handfuls of popcorn here and there, they manage to do it without a hitch. Once they got used to it, it was as nice as they remember. Seokjin still makes Namjoon wear socks in bed, but now he allows him to press up against him as they sleep.

 They work up to contacts. Over time Namjoon wears less and less makeup, until he walks around the house without a speck of it on. Seokjin doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Instead of turning away in fear or disgust, he’ll cuddle against Namjoon on the couch while watching TV. Maybe press a kiss against his lips just because.

 It takes almost a year, but one norming Namjoon wakes up at the same time as Seokjin. He can feel him moving around in bed, feels him press a kiss to his nose as he whispers, “good morning, sleepyhead.”

 Slowly, Namjoon opens his eyes. Seokjin stills for a moment, gazing into the grey eyes of his boyfriend. For a tense second they’re silent. Then Namjoon says, “Good morning, love.”

 Seokjin smiles, and gives him another kiss.

-

 Namjoon plays with the hem of his shirt nervously. He can tell it’s warm out even though he can’t really feel it. He looks at Seokjin, wearing a big hat and sunglasses as he lounges in his beach chair, reading a book. Namjoon kicks his feet in the sand for a minute.

 He looks around. There’s a few other partially deceased on the beach, in various stages of dressed. No one is paying them much attention, no one is even looking at him. He takes a deep breath, and quickly pulls his shirt off.

 Seokjin looks over, and wolf whistles.

 “Shut up.” Namjoon says, and if he could blush he would.

 He doesn’t know if he can get a sunburn, or if he can tan. Seokjin smiles, “What? I’m allowed to enjoy the view. After all, you are drop dead gorgeous.”

 Namjoon groans at the pun, but he still leans over to give Seokjin a kiss.

---

 It’s a sunny day outside, so Seokjin and Namjoon decide to go out for a walk. They’re both tired of the beach, since they’ve spent the last couple of days there. Namjoon holds Seokjin’s hand, but keeps having to let go every few minutes to swipe away sweat. Seokjin scrunches his nose up but says nothing.

 Namjoon leans over and gives Seokjin a kiss on his lips, enjoying this small moment with him. When he pulls away, he sees a kid, probably no more than thirteen, in the middle of the street. Cars slow down and drive around him, looking confused at the lethargic and slumping walk.

 “Seokjin, sweetie, look.” Namjoon points, and Seokjin frowns when he sees the kid. He’s almost at the sidewalk, but the oncoming traffic doesn’t seem to evoke any reaction.

 “Should we call someone?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon shrugs,

 “Maybe we should ask if he’s okay?” he lets go of Seokjin’s hand and slowly starts to walk towards the boy.

 “Hey, kid,” Namjoon says. The boy seems to react, turning his body towards the sound, but his head is still hanging down. He finally steps up onto the sidewalk.

 “Namjoon, be careful.” Seokjin calls from a few feet back.

 “Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, close enough that he could touch the boy if he reached out.

 Finally the kid’s head snaps up, revealing white eyes and grey skin. There’s a tuff of something vaguely skin like that hangs from his mouth.

 “What the fuck.” Namjoon says, taking a step back, eyes wide.

 Suddenly the kid lunges forward towards his chest, with an unexpected strength he knocks Namjoon to the ground. The wind is knocked out of him and he can hear Seokjin gasp and yell, “Namjoon!” but he’s too busy trying to push the kid off of him. He has a death grip on Namjoon’s chest, fingers digging into his skin.

 The kid raises his head, and opens his mouth, the strange thing in his mouth falls out, and when it lands on Namjoon’s shirt it leaves a red stain. Namjoon is still trying to get the kid off, when he brings his head down with speed towards Namjoon’s stomach. Namjoon screams as he feels teeth puncture his skin. The kid closes his mouth and locks his jaw. He tugs and tugs until Namjoon can feel his flesh ripping. There’s tears running down his face. He can hear Seokjin shrieking behind him.

 The kid takes no notice to Namjoon or Seokjin’s screams or to the cars slowing down next to them to call an ambulance, the police, someone. The kid swallows, blood dripping down his chin. He opens his mouth again, and takes another bite.

[b-o-s-t-o-n]

Infatuated- Part XIII

"I know what the world can do to a girl who only sees beauty in it. Like you. Somehow you... You always make me smile. And I don't think I've ever thanked you for that." -Emily Prentiss

One hour.

One hour until the mission was underway and Spencer had to watch a literal serial killer grind up on his girlfriend.

He felt sick.

Reid had spent the entire morning telling Belle it was too risky. She was at least an entire foot shorter than the man she was going up against. No matter how strong she was, this guy was stronger. 

Spencer didn't understand why Wolfe and Prentiss couldn't go undercover alone. Why did they need Belle, too?

He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the three women to get dressed. They needed to make sure they got noticed, so Penelope had sent an entire wardrobe full of party dresses over to the station. 

Belle had chosen the smallest, tightest dress possible. It was a matte army green color with straps that crossed and made a pattern in the back. It fell in the middle of her thighs and hugged all of her curves perfectly.

She looked amazing, which made Reid even more nervous.

Belle, Cheyenne, and Emily sat in front of a big mirror that was placed in the room where they had set up the day before. JJ was helping them apply heavy eyeliner and contour their faces and chests. The girls told Morgan and Reid that they needed to give them space, so the two men went to the lobby to make coffee run.

"So, I finally figured it out," Morgan snickered as Spencer stirred 5 sugars into his cup. 

He looked up at him questioningly.

"What do you mean?" Reid asked before taking a sip of his coffee. 

The steam from the hot liquid began to fog up his glasses. He took them off and wiped them against his shirt.

"The girl we talked about. I figured out who it is," he replied, taking a sip of his own drink. 

The steam from Spencer's coffee suddenly felt cold against his heated cheeks.

"W-what? Who?" He stammered, trying to regain his demeanor. 

Morgan had a big mouth, so him knowing about Belle and Reid wouldn't turn out well.

"It's Wolfe! You're totally into her, that's why you freaked out at Hotch yesterday," Derek taunted, confident in his claim. 

Spencer let out the breath he had been holding in.

"You're right," he breathed, relieved that Morgan had no clue what was actually going on. 

Reid would rather have him thinking he had a crush on a random agent than knowing the truth about his relationship.

..

Belle clasped her eyelash curler shut as she sat in front of the mirror beside Emily. They were working on the finishing touches of their looks as Hotch attached small microphones to the straps of their dresses. 

Belle applied a few coats of mascara to her eyelashes to pull everything together. She never wore this much makeup; she doubted anyone did. But, they had to look the part, so she'd have to deal with it for the remainder of the night. She was already dreading attempting to wipe it all off later.

She stood up and extended her arm out to Emily's shoulder in order to balance herself as she put her heels on. Penelope had sent over 5 inch black pumps specifically for Belle because she claimed she needed to 'look taller' in order to get the unsub's attention. Belle stepped back to look at herself in the mirror.

"Wow," she heard a voice announce from behind them. 

She turned around, almost tripping over herself from the unfamiliar feeling of wearing such high heels.

"Shut up, Morgan," Emily barked as she threw a beauty blender in the direction of the door. 

It went passed Morgan's face and hit Reid instead. He laughed as the small sponge-like object dropped to the floor.

Belle felt his eyes quickly fall upon her, making her blush instantly. She turned back to face the mirror, pretending not to notice them on her. She could see Reid's gaze raking up and down her body from the reflection over her shoulder.

"Look at your girl," Morgan whispered, nudging Reid in the stomach. 

Belle glanced over to where they were looking to see Cheyenne emerging from the bathroom. She had a shimmery gold and silver cocktail dress on, topped off with an indigo necklace, which perfectly matched the heels she was wearing. 

She looked absolutely stunning.

Belle felt a sharp pang of anger in her chest at the realization that Morgan was referring to her as 'Reid's girl' and not her. She tried to hide the embarrassment and hurt on her face as she made her way past the two men and out the door.

She needed air.

Belle walked down the sidewalk just outside of the police station, feeling the winter breeze against her exposed skin. The frigid air helped to calm her down, cooling the heat that was currently rushing through her body. The door squeaked as it reopened behind Belle, causing her to jump. She wasn't in the mood to hear Reid's attempt at an apology right now.

"Belle?" a female voice called out behind her. 

It was Emily.

"Em," Belle's voice wavered as she walked over to her.

Emily had been her best friend for months now. Belle quickly bonded with her back in September when she arrived at the BAU, taking her under her wing. 

Em knew what it was like to be the new girl, so she helped Belle as best as she could. They had sleepovers together during the weekends when the other FBI ladies were out with their boyfriends, watching rom-coms together and drinking red wine. 

They'd text each other during horrible dates to call the other and fake an emergency, or go to Pet Smart together just to look at the kittens on display. She truly was the best girl friend Belle had ever had, and it was killing her to not be able to talk to Emily about her love life.

"I need to tell you something," Belle whispered, deciding not to keep secrets from her anymore.

..

Neon oranges, pinks, blues, and greens illuminated the floor, flashing in different squares every few seconds. The walls vibrated from the various beats of club music being ricocheted around the room at high intervals. The bar, located in the far back, was swarmed by young men and women looking to have a good time. Each black leather stool was occupied by the intoxicated body of someone hopeful to find a one night stand. The air was warm from the constant movement of singles on the dance floor, smelling faintly of weed and cherry sour vodka.

Reid sat in a booth across from JJ, purposely positioning himself so he had a perfect view of Belle sitting at the bar. 

Everything was going to be fine, he kept reminding himself. 

The tiny earpiece hidden by his hair made a small static noise, indicating that it was turned on. He looked up at JJ, who nodded back to him, nonchalantly.

The mission was officially on.

They sat there for what seemed like hours, when in reality, it was only 20 minutes. Both men and women kept approaching Belle, asking to buy her a drink, but none that fit the profile. 

Emily and Cheyenne were having no luck as well. Reid heard the bartender, who had been informed of the agent's real identities, ask Belle if she needed anything.

"Something that looks bubbly but has no actual alcohol in it, please," she whispered back to the young woman behind the bar. 

The bartender smiled at Belle before turning to get a glass. She poured Sprite and Grenadine over ice and mixed it together with a stirring straw.

It looked rather authentic.

Belle thanked her quietly as she went back to her post, sipping casually on the fake drink.

"9 o'clock," JJ kicked Reid lightly under the table. 

He flinched, scowling at her. She moved her eyes to point in the direction she wanted him to look. He glanced to his left, scratching the back of his head to look as casual as possible.

Spencer immediately recognized the man JJ was talking about. He was an exact replica of the police sketch they had seen back at the station.

The man was tall, taller than Reid, and had long, blonde hair, tied back in a low ponytail. His teeth were almost as yellow as his hair; littered with gaps and holes from the different types of drugs he probably took. 

His clothes looked as if he'd been wearing them for the past three days, covered in dirt and stains that made it seem like he had been rolling around at a farm recently. 

He looked like the type of person Spencer wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with.

"Hey sexy lady," the unsub growled, looking up and down Belle's body. 

Reid saw her physically shudder before plastering a wide smile on her face.

Spencer's hands formed fists under the table.

"Hi there," Belle replied politely.

"What's a girl like you doing all alone?" The man asked, taking a seat next to her at the bar. 

Belle looked as though she wanted to vomit. To hide her disgust, she simply smiled and took a sip of the red drink she had. 

The man's eyes flickered to the drink in her hand before falling back onto Belle's chest.

Reid felt like he was going to explode.

"We should move in," he whispered to JJ. 

This creep was already too close to Belle.

"No!" Belle hissed through the earpiece, making the unsub stare at her as though she was crazy. 

She was talking to Reid, but the man didn't know that.

JJ kicked Spencer again, a little harder this time.

"Sorry, I just meant, oh no, my drink is almost gone," Belle tried to recover. 

It seemed to work because the man raised his hand up to get the attention of the bartender.

The woman poured the same drink for Belle, taking her time. She looked terrified, as she should. She placed the new drink in front of Belle with a shaky hand, spilling a tiny bit on the counter. She apologized without making eye contact before taking the man's money and hustling away.

"So, do you dance?" the unsub asked Belle, nodding his head in the direction of the dance floor. 

She glanced over to where he was pointing, spotting Cheyenne in the middle of a group of people.

While Belle's eyes were on the dance floor, the man slipped something into her drink.

Reid shot up from his seat, not wasting another second sitting in that booth. He hurried through the crowd of people, trying to get to Belle as fast as possible.

 Cheyenne, Emily, and JJ all jumped up behind him, drawing their guns from their holsters. Everywhere Reid turned, a drunk man or woman would bump into him.

"Move!" Spencer shouted loudly over the music. 

He was now boxed in by a group of dancers, still yards away from the bar.

"Stop! FBI!!" JJ shouted from behind him, pointing her gun towards the bar.

He looked over the crowd of people to see Belle's limp body in the arms of the greasy man. He started to carry her towards the back entrance of the club before a gunshot rang past Reid's ear.

Belle dropped to the floor as pedestrians sprinted towards the front door, frantically trying to get away from the scene that was unraveling. 

Spencer was drowning in the amount of bodies trying to flee, getting pushed farther and farther away from the bar.

"Belle!!!"