#i have been dying to gif taehyung more recently!!!!

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Euphoric Endeavours [4]

vampire bts, poly ot7 x uni student yn

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus’ most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth.

Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger.

It’s too bad that they can’t seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

(angst / smut / yandere / fluff / gore)

Masterlist / i dont have a tag list / find me on twitter  /  word count: 2.8k

(AN: Hi, all! This story is actually already posted on AO3. But, I decided to post it on here. I have almost 50 chapters of this story up over there, so I’ll slowly be adding them onto here too)

TW: non-graphic mention of blood

Chapter 4 - ‘Unsullied’

“She’s awfully fun to play around with,” Taehyung comments, tossing more of his chocolate covered almonds into his mouth. He hands some over to Jimin and Jungkook, who open their palms, without shifting their eyes from the TV screen. “She refuses to bend to any of my requests. She’s so cute.”

“You think? I haven’t met her yet, but I’ve heard about her,” the pink-haired dancer says, peeling an orange and tossing the rind into the bin as if it were a basketball. He hands a third to Jungkook and another third to Taehyung. “One of the girls in my contemporary class, Young-mi, is apparently close with her.”

Jungkook nods, stomach swooping strangely at the mention of you. “She’s a little headstrong but, from what I can tell, she’s a nice girl.”

“Hyung’s been trying, unsuccessfully, to break her down,” Taehyung says, excitedly. “He gets so mad when she just brushes him off.”

“It serves him right,” the youngest says, pushing some of his cherry red hair from his eyes. He recently bleached and dyed his locks, finally taking the leap to drastically change his appearance. Taehyung had been the one to do it for him, experienced with bleach and dye, and he’s proud of his work, liking how to colour contrasts with the maknae’s honeyed skin. “He’s too cocky sometimes, especially with girls.”

The way the older boys ran through girls never really appealed to Jungkook, considering he’s just come out the back end of a long-term relationship, only ending because his ex-girlfriend thought it pertinent to sleep with someone else during Freshers’ Week at her campus in Daejeon. He wasn’t a sucker, and he wouldn’t forgive cheating, no matter how much he loved her. That had been one of his hard limits, and she knew that. He's a stickler for faithfulness.

“You’re only saying that because you haven’t experienced women,” Taehyung says, making a lewd gesture with his hands, as if he were squeezing soft globes in his hands. Jungkook didn't need to a mind-reader to know where his head was at. His lips pull up in a salacious smirk, fangs peeking out dangerously. “They’re addicting.”

Jungkook snorts, turning back to the TV. “Are you forgetting that I’m not a virgin anymore, hyung?”

Taehyung lets out a gentle laugh at Jungkook’s affronted gawk. “No, silly. I mean, once you start to actively, you know, sleep around. You realise how fun it is. How easy it is. How good it feels. You and Seugi were dating for like, what, a year before you took that step?”

The maknae nods, adjusting his circle-framed glasses on the end of his nose. “It didn’t really feel great, either. Like, okay, it felt good, but in my head, I kind of thought, well, ‘is this it?’ You know?”

Jimin puts a hand on his shoulder, sending him an empathetic look, flipping his fluffy pink hair from his eyes. "You deserved better than that."

Taehyung gives him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry you didn’t have a good experience.”

“Seulgi was fine, I was fine. It just wasn’t meant to be,” he supposes, shrugging. Taehyung can scent the frustration on the maknae, but he leaves him be. Kookie deals with his emotions in a relatively healthy way, so he can’t complain, especially knowing that after his first break-up, he was in a much worse state, emotionally.

Jimin says, clapping his hands together, “That’s enough about this depressing stuff. Tell me about YN.”

Taehyung can’t stop the grin from reappearing on his face and he goes off, cheerily, “She’s funny, and fiery, despite her size. Even Yoongi-hyung thinks she’s interesting. He keeps going to her workplace, even though we have a coffee shop nearer to our apartment. He keeps pretending like he doesn’t, but I see the coffee cups in his car.”

Jimin’s brow raises at that, knowing how disengaged Yoongi likes to be with near enough everyone outside of their coven. To have caught his eye, and maintained his interest, there needs to be something noteworthy about you. He asks, “What does she look like?”

“She won’t accept my Instagram request otherwise I would show you,” the artist mumbles, put out, staring at his phone screen, icon with your name and the word ‘pending’ beside it, sending a new flash of annoyance through him. “And she doesn’t have any pictures on Line. Or, maybe I’ve been blocked from them – I don’t know. She’s being really difficult.”

Jimin shifts on the floor, adjusting himself to get more comfortable, before he asks, “Are you- Are you interested in her, as a woman? Or, just as something to play with?”

“Neither,” he admits. The idea of using you for sex hadn’t even come into his mind, strangely enough. The late nights in the library working on your content of the presentation, he’d never thought of trying it on with you. He thinks you’d smack him into the sun if he did. He’s not ashamed to say that he’s somewhat thrilled by the fact. “She’s fun to be around.”

Jimin rears back to stare at the artist, and he lets out a low whistle. “Well I’ll be damned. Taehyung finally seeing a girl as a person, and not a hole.”

“Let’s not be crude,” Taehyung chastises, with an amused look. “Her mouth is sharp enough to keep my penis disengaged.”

Jungkook perks up and, playfully, presses his finger into his ear, pretending to be a service agent. In a funny voice, he says, “The weapon has been holstered. I repeat, the weapon has been holstered.”

Taehyung shoves at him, laughing loudly. “Both of you are idiots.”

“Did I hear you guys mention YN?” Namjoon asks, stepping into the room from where he’s been holed up, writing up a composition on some long-dead homophobic poet from the 1700s. His eyes are puffy from a lack of sleep and he’s sipping on his AB-neg like it’s his lifeline. “Hoseok keeps talking about her, I’m starting to hear her name in my dreams.”

The two boys share a room. As do Jimin and Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook, which leaves Yoongi in the smallest room by himself. The white-blond composer often stayed up late, putting together his pieces, editing his tracks and playing instruments well into the night, as to not bother his room-mate, he elected to take the single room by himself. Plus, he prefers his own company, unlike someone like Jimin or Taehyung, who thrives around more people.

Taehyung bounces excitedly on the floor, making space for the leader of their coven to sidle beside him. When he drops down, Taehyung notices the smell of shampoo and body wash, realising that Joon must have just come out of the shower.

Unhappily, Jungkook pokes at the bags under Namjoon’s eyes, and asks, frowning, “What time did you get to sleep, hyung?”

“I didn’t,” he admits, ashamedly. “This composition is pretty important, and the professor is an ass, so he doesn’t give extensions, save for like… death. So, it was either sacrifice sleep, or sacrifice my grade.”

Jimin prompts, “But, you’ve finished now?”

He takes a long drag of the bagged blood, finishing it and crushing it in his hands. “Yep. Submitted and now, I finally feel like I can breathe.”

“Then, why aren’t you in bed?” The chastising tone of his voice surprises Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon, but Jungkook appears serious. “You should be resting.”

“I have work,” he tells them, glumly. “The aquarium gave me a few days off to finish, thankfully, but I’ve got to go in for a couple of hours, just to show my face and make up for the time I took off.”

“Hyuuung,” Jungkook whines, unhappily. “You’re running yourself into the ground.”

“It’ll be fine,” he says, ruffling his hair. “Oh, that’s what’s different about you. Your hair. It looks good, Kookie. Who did it?”

Taehyung gestures to his face, extravagantly flipping his hair. “Moi.”

“It’s good. You always were good with hair,” he runs a hand through his own honey-blond locks, having been done by the same talented hands.

“My mom is a hair technician,” he tells the two of them. “If I weren’t good with hair, I’m sure it’d somehow offend her.”

They chuckle, enjoying the amicable silence, before Namjoon drifts off in Taehyung’s lap. “He’s more tired than he lets on,” he mumbles, carding a hand through his hair as he lightly snores in his lap.

“I hate it,” Jungkook admits, pouting. “He’s always doing so much for us, working himself when he doesn’t need to. He deserves a break.”

“Shall we treat him? We could drive down to the beach again,” Jimin says, wistfully recalling their three-day excursion, dropping all their responsibilities and just escaping from the pressures of their family life, of their titles, of their blood bonds. They just got to be a group of teenagers, for once. “We all could use it.”

He can tell that Jungkook is thinking the same as he is, by the wistful, nostalgic smile on his face. He nods. “Yeah, hyung. That sounds good. But, for now, can we let him sleep a little? He won’t have work until four or so. It’s not even midday yet.”

“Of course, Kook,” he says. The maknae retrieves a blanket and throws it over Namjoon’s shoulders. The leader lets out a happy sigh and nuzzles closer into Taehyung’s gut, throwing an arm around his tummy.

“He’s such a snuggler,” Taehyung laughs, quietly, playing with the metal at the cuff on his own ear. “He’s so cute.”

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“He’s so weird,” you complain to yourself, tossing your mug in the sink and flicking on the hot water. You’d just finished a shift at work and had come home to a messy kitchen area, a frustrated grunt escaping your throat at the sight, but you clean up because if you don’t, and you still see it tomorrow morning, you’ll want to bury your housemates. “What kind of person does that? They’re all so fucking weird.”

“Who’s so weird?” Mei asks, joining you in the kitchen. She has a bowl of what was ramen in her hands, and sheepishly hands it over to you to wash out. You don’t even care to glare at her, simply dropping it into the hot water to soak, like the other pots and pans. “You’re making the Face.”

Intrigued, you echo, brow furrowing, “What Face?”

“The ‘I’m going to kill you and eat your kids’ face,” she says, grabbing a banana from the fruit basket atop the small fridge. “You usually reserve it for men at the bar who keep pestering you. And I know you haven’t been out for a long time, so what gives?”

“That’s because I’m too busy to go out. If I don’t have class, I have work. If I don’t have work, I’m in the library for this stupid project,” you whine, wanting to stamp your colourful sock clad feet against the linoleum and turn to begin washing the dishes. “But, thinking about it, I don’t have work next Saturday morning. Maybe I can sleep in.”

“You’re such a grandma,” she laughs. “Next weekend, there’s a house party over at the EXO frat house. Do you want to go?”

“Hm. Do I, also, want a yeast infection? The same answer applies,” you sass, grabbing a sponge and scrubbing at the stubborn red stains on the plates from last night.

She grimaces at the image. “Gross.”

You blow her a kiss and she catches it, holding it to her heart, before she asks, “Who were you talking about when I came in?”

You grumble, “Oh, just Kim Taehyung. In fact, all of those Bangtan Boys.”

The subject is still a little sore for her, remembering Hoseok’s cold attitude towards her a few weeks ago, although she says he’s been nothing but cordial with her since then. She ducks her head, shyly, and asks, “Have you- Have you, maybe, spoken to h-him since?”

You try not to wince at the reminder. You’ve tried to avoid him, but for some reason, since you found yourself on his radar, he pops up at the strangest times. When you and Taehyung have been in the library for hours, working on your project, he would drop in the seat opposite to you, feigning conversation with his brother before staring you down.

When you’d finished in the swimming pool at ass o’clock in the morning after a long study session, you walk out, hair still wet, to see him entering the pool at exact the same time. He’s been delightfully shirtless, but you couldn’t even concentrate on the trail of dark hair leading beneath his swim shorts, nor his literal washboard abs, because you were so shocked at the time, sliding onto your ass.

He even popped up at your work, but you’d been in the back at the time, only spotting his ostentatiously bright jacket as he left. You knew it was him because of the shape of his back and his expensive Mercedes parked outside.

You shake off your stupor and reply, edgily, “Who? Hoseok? Absolutely not. His brother, on the other hand, won’t seem to leave me alone. Plus, the older one- uh, what’s his name? Yoongi? He came to my work the other day. Again.”

She looks at you in shock, and babbles, “You- Do you know how lucky you are to interact with them so closely? Do you know how many girls would literally, and I mean literally, do anything to have that kind of luck?”

You nearly buckle over from how hard you laugh, the sound lacking all amusement. “Lucky? Are you kidding me? They’re a menace.”

She laughs and gives you a seedy look, mimicking claws and pawing at you. “Menacingly attractive.”

Grimacing down at the soapy water, you reprimand, “Okay, one, ew. Don’t say that ever again. And two, they’re upsetting my chakras. Clogging my flow. Obstructing my waves.”

“You’re an idiot,” she laughs.

“I’m your idiot,” you reply, winking at her, before letting out a sigh. “I’m going to be stuck with Taehyung for another month or so, but I refuse to interact with any of the others. They give me major weird vibes.”

She echoes, a cute pout to her lips, “Weird vibes?”

You nod, vehemently. “Are you telling me you’ve never felt it before? They don’t feel- I don’t know, they don’t feel like they’re one of us.”

“Taehyung’s nickname among the student body is Alien, because he’s so quirky, if that’s what you mean,” she suggests, tossing the banana skin in the trash.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” you mumble, but you can’t think of how to explain it, so you drop the topic. “Whatever. Look, I’m gonna kick ass on this presentation and get a hundred, and there’s no way Gucci Boi is going to stop me from doing just that.”

She squeals out a laugh at the nickname you gave the tall artist, nearly falling off her chair in amusement, before she glances at her phone. “Oh, shoot. I’ve got to get going.”

You ask, sympathetically, “Do you have work?”

She glances at you, shyly, and instantly, you’re intrigued. “I’ve actually got a date?”

You clap your hands together, forgetting that they’re lathered in soap and so the blowback has bubbles flying into your face and mouth. Spluttering, you ask, excitedly, “Who is this guy? What’s his name? Where did you meet?”

“Not enough time to explain,” she tells you, grabbing her pretty heels from the front door. “He’s nice though, I promise! No shadiness this time. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home, okay? I shouldn’t be too late.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” you call after her.

She laughs, playfully. “Then I wouldn’t do anything, YN!”

Leaving you with your thoughts, you finish washing the dishes mechanically, and disappear into your room, to finish off your anthropology assignment for the week, and add some notes to your end of year applied linguistics essay. You know it’s early, but you’d rather be on top and ahead, than lacking and behind in your studies.

Before long, you realise that hours have passed, and Mei hasn’t contacted you at all, despite the few messages you’ve sent her. You don’t want to overwhelm her, or cock block on accident, so you let her be. But, something in you feels anxious, and you can’t put your finger on why you feel so confused.

Just as you get out of the shower, you hear the tail-end of your ring-tone signalling an incoming call, but you’re too slow to answer it in time.

Glancing at your front screen, you see an unknown number, that you call back instantly.

“Hello, Seoul General Hospital. How may I help you?”

- end - 

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The Time Traveler’s Playbook

→ summary: Time travelers have all the time in the world. Well, at least theoretically. To Taehyung, however, it seems like time is always chasing him, haunting him, mocking him. He must travel against the current, beat the odds in order to save your life—to stop you from dying for the 389th time. Trial and error can’t even begin to explain his turbulent journey.

→ pairing/rating: taehyung x reader | PG-13

→ genre: 78% angst, 22% fluff | time traveler!au

→ warnings: profanity, death (like... over and over again), depictions of an auto accident

→ wordcount: 6.5k

Children most often inherit their intellect from their parents. Regardless of whether that may be a coveted outcome or an undesirable one; it's really a matter of luck and is simply an occurrence that is entirely out of the child's hands. Of course, more fortunate children inherit their parents' towering wealth. The less fortunate inherit their endless debt. But Kim Taehyung inherits something far greater than analytical intellect and trust funds. He inherits his father's ability to time travel.

It's an ability that has been passed on by his father's side of the family for years. A special lineage that Taehyung is now a part of. An ability, a trait, a curse, a blessing—every time traveler has his different views of their special skill. But Taehyung is someone who thinks it is a miracle.

He wants to know everything. Future college acceptances, first kiss, first girlfriend, the hardest classes at university (so he can drop them)... and last but not least, his future wife. Against his father's judgment, Taehyung loves to travel to the future to meet her. She's the loveliest woman he's ever met in his whole life. Funny, smart, caring—all the traits cumulate to make up her beautiful looks—even including the strange scar across her forehead.

"I'm back, Tae!" you cry, shoving open the front door of your cozy apartment room to greet your husband with open arms.

Taehyung—who'd just traveled six years into the future—is waiting on the couch, his fingers scratching at his stubble. He's been working to grow out a beard back in his present but to no avail. But it makes him extremely happy to know that it is possible for him to grow legitimate facial hair in the future. "Y/N??" Taehyung calls, a smile spreading across his lips. "So, how was therapy?"

You just glance at your shoulder and smile. "It went great! You shouldn't worry, babe."

"All right, all right," Taehyung says. But he still worries. You don't really like to talk about your accident. You hate it when Taehyung mentions your scar. You even hate it when he tries to ask you about your physical therapy, something you're getting four years after the incident. At least your recent rotator cuff surgery had gone fairly well. Even so, Taehyung worries.

"Do you want me to fix up lunch?" you ask. You begin to head to the kitchen but gasp when you realize that Taehyung had already ordered takeout. "Tae! We need to save up—"

The man just shrugs. "I didn't want you moving around too much to cook," he confesses. "We took years saving up for the surgery. I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to put stress on your arm again."

You can't say anything else because he's right. It's the little ways in which you know that Taehyung cares a lot about you. The thought makes you smile to yourself. You've married the right man.

Meanwhile, Taehyung decides it's time to jump ahead at least three more years into the future. Maybe three years after your marriage you would be willing to tell him the details of your accident. When you finally divulge him of the incident, he can go back in time and fix it; Taehyung's seen how much the moment has put a toll on your physical and mental health. He wants you to be happy—wants you to be free of financial worries of hospital bills.

Taehyung lands in the same house as before, his fingers habitually flying to his chin to find an actual beard. A grin stretches his lips. "Y/N??" he calls your name.

"I'm here!" you call from the bedroom.

Taehyung finds you stretched across a king-sized bed—that definitely wasn't there before—flipping through your wedding photos. You insisted a flowery circlet be placed on your head the whole day, effectively concealing the scar on your forehead. When you look up to glance at your husband, Taehyung sees that you've barely aged. In fact, you look even more beautiful than before—your eyes look deeper, holding more weight in them (wisdom, maybe?), and you absolutely glow with happiness.

"Back from work?" you say, absentmindedly flipping another page of the photo book.

"Mhm," Taehyung says, sitting down on the bed. Instantly, you lean into your husband for support, giggling when he fondly kisses your cheek.

"That beard of yours is startling to tickle me every time you kiss me," you mumble. "I like it."

Taehyung laughs, nuzzling your face to prove your point. "Looking back at our wedding?"

"Mhm. I loved the moment too much," you say dreamily. You gingerly run your fingers across one particular laminated photo. The one where you're in your pink wedding gown and Taehyung's in his snazzy suit with a pink tie. The one where your flower circlet becomes askew from Taehyung insisting he holds you in his arms, bridal style.

"Your scar is beautiful, you know," Taehyung whispers.

Your cheeks heat up, fingers reaching up to skim the scarred skin. "I never did tell you about how I got this..."

Taehyung's eyes sparkle. This is it. This is the moment he's been waiting for. The moment he skipped years and years to find.

"It was a car accident," you say, shaking your head. "It's just... it's a little hard for me to talk about. I shouldn't have survived it. I mean, I was barely alive when they got me in the ambulance. I... um, I can't really... I just... I didn't mean to hit her."

"A car accident?" Taehyung wants to know more details. When it happened. How. But he notices you struggling to come up with more words to say.

"I can't believe it was seven years ago," you say, laughing to yourself. "Remember that long road next to that seriously fancy restaurant and the really steep hill?"

Taehyung knows exactly what you're talking about, and his hands shake at the thought. The news had reported three deaths that day. The accident had left the car behind yours to swerve off the road, tumbling down the steep hill at rapid speed, killing the innocent couple inside. It'd also left the pedestrian who had tried to cross the busy road at the wrong time dead on the scene. There must've been legal trouble. One where you're trying to recover from your severe injuries all the while battling the pedestrian's family in court. The guilt must've inundated you.

"That was you??" Taehyung gawks. "Oh, Y/N..."

You shake your head, laughing nervously. "Yeah... That was me. I just figured I should tell you now, you know? When I'm finally ready." Looking down at the photo book, you smile sadly, fingers encircling your revealed scar pasted on the page. "Now you know."

Indeed he does. Taehyung's enlightened inside. Yes. Yes, this is it! Now he can go back in time, guide you in the right direction so you never get in the accident in the first place! He can finally help you, his one true love, get rid of everything that has hurt you in the past.

"But I wouldn't have changed this experience for the world," you say in a small voice.

"What??"

"I know, I know," you sigh. "It sounds crazy. But then I wouldn't have met you, you know?"

Ah, right. The first meeting. How could Taehyung forget? You'd been wandering around after your hospital discharge, taking in the fresh air and the vastness of the city. After spending so much time in an enclosed, white-walled room, the bustling crowds had confused you, scared you. You'd felt lost. But that's how you'd bumped into Taehyung. A man who helped you find your way. Literally. He'd kindly directed you back to the address in which you were to meet your friends. A relationship had blossomed from there.

Taehyung's first meeting with you is a moment he'd ingrained in his mind—it runs terribly vividly through his head. Like a motion picture film. Like it had already happened in Taehyung's timeline. Except it didn't yet. You and he meet at age 23. But Taehyung's 21 now, posing as a mature thirty-year-old man.

"You're right," Taehyung smiles. He'd forgotten how much the world can shift with one little change in the past. The butterfly effect. He'd been stupid to even conjure up the idea to prevent your accident from happening. Such an amateur time traveler mistake. "We wouldn't even have fallen in love."

"I don't want to thank my accident," you sniff. Taehyung notices your emotional distress and wraps you in his arms. "But I felt so... so helpless afterward. And you're the one who helped me find my purpose again. I wouldn't have needed your help if I was never hurt. ...Wait, that sounded so goddamn awful," you sigh. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't be saying these things. That accident was serious. I'm lucky that I even made it out alive..."

"It's okay. I get what you mean, Y/N," Taehyung says. He carefully pulls your head down to kiss the scar on your forehead. "You don't have to feel sorry. Thank you for telling me, all right?"

You nod, trying to hold in your tears. "Tae," you whisper as the man pesters you with soft kisses all over your face.

"Hm?"

"You're tickling me," you breathe out weakly. "I don't want to laugh. Not right now."

Taehyung quickly pulls away, pressing his warm palm against your cheek. He marvels at your beauty, your resilience. You lean in his hand, staring at him with softened eyes from under your lashes. Taehyung doesn't think he can wait to meet you in the correct timeline.

Two years go by too slowly for a time traveler. Taehyung counts down the days until he can meet you officially. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time he's seen you, but it would technically be your first time seeing him. He's nervous—even concerned—that he won't make the right impression. From the stories you've told him, though, Taehyung knows that he has to act kindly, warmly and most of all helpfully.

He'd visited you just last night on your wedding day to calm down his jittery nerves. You'd told him over the white cake and red wine that your love for him is unconditional—that you won't doubt for a second that if you ever lost all memory of your relationship with him, you'd still miraculously find your way into his heart. It's a moment that helps Taehyung get through his nervosity.

Now, it's today. The special day. There's a phantom throbbing in his right leg, forcing Taehyung to limp around the bustling city, waiting for you. He feels faint, nearly woozy—like he's going to collapse any second. For years he'd examined his relationship with you in the future. He'd been by your side knowing that you were already together. Already madly in love. But this would be different. This would be your first impression of him, and this would be Taehyung's only chance to catch your eye. Of course, if things went horribly wrong, he could always travel back in time... Yet as every wise time traveler acknowledges, time-traveling to the future is simple and has little to no consequence. Time-traveling to the past, however, is much too simple for the atrocities it can cause.

The pain in Taehyung's leg grows stronger. Perhaps it's indicative of his growing anxiousness?

You're supposed to be here by now. So where are you??

Taehyung glances at his old watch, looking almost frantically around the vicinity. Did he miss you? Did you walk straight past him? Is the future going to change now? Where are you? Did your hospital discharge take longer than he'd anticipated? A thousand thoughts fly through Taehyung's head. He wanders aimlessly around the location, feeling lost and fearful at the same time. When the pain in his leg becomes almost unbearable, Taehyung decides to make a time jump into the future.

Maybe he got the details wrong. Maybe this wasn't the place you and he first met.

He moves through time, shifting past glimpses of memories and moments to find what he is looking for. He's really looking for you. He searches for the wedding night, the one-year wedding anniversary, the first kiss you two had shared in front of your doorstep... But it's gone. You're gone. In each moment that Taehyung swears he spent with you, he's the only one there. Alone. Taehyung grips his pained leg, opting to do a more meticulous search through the timeline. You have to be somewhere. You can't just... cease to exist like this. He tries not to panic, but his leg is absolutely killing him, and he remembers his father telling him that time-traveling, unfortunately, amplifies pain. With you missing, and his leg throbbing along with his whirling head, Taehyung collapses.

The world stills. And when Taehyung finally looks up, he realizes he's in a cemetery. His shaking eyes settle on the tombstone in front of him. A morbid gasp leaves his lips when he reads the name etched on the rock.

"Y/N??" he shrieks, scrambling closer to the tombstone. "What... What on earth??"

Taehyung's blood runs cold. So you're dead. You have been dead. For years. And he didn't even know.

Chills run down his spine. What the hell had happened?? Why did you die on the day of your car crash? You were supposed to survive that. What wasn't adding up?

Taehyung pulls out his phone from his pocket with shaking hands; it threatens to slip out from the sweat accumulating on his fingers, but he persists to look up the crash in the news. An incoherent string of curses leaves his mouth when the headline of the article reads, "Four people dead from a motor vehicle accident."

Four?? It was supposed to be three.

He doesn't know what the fuck is going on. Why are you dead? What had happened that hadn't happened before? You were supposed to survive this... You were supposed to meet him, fall in love, be with him.

No. Taehyung grits his teeth. He'll have to do the unthinkable. He's traveling to the past to save you.

A time traveler has the greatest advantage any man could have in the universe. He has the ability to withhold surprises, spoiling them for himself by directly walking into the future. He may also be the master of the past. What others forget, he can easily relive with just a simple visit back in time. A time traveler can sit on his imaginary throne and pretend he rules over the world with his special ability. A time traveler should never feel nervous, never deal with the uncomfortable twisting of his stomach or the unsettling feeling creeping into his gut. But it seems that Taehyung is the anomaly.

Your death had taken him by surprise. And now, even with his special ability, he feels anxious. Scared. Uncertain. Which is something not many time travelers tend to experience.

Taehyung believes that he must be vigilant. He must quickly observe the scene first before taking action, for any change to the past can quite largely affect the future. The young time traveler lands on the road right across from the restaurant. It's so strange how everything feels so calm. No one in this timeline knows yet that a disastrous car crash is just a few seconds shy from happening.

His watch ticks. Then, it strikes 4:43 p.m.

A pedestrian darts off the street, completely ignoring the gleaming red signaling device for the crosswalk. Taehyung's eyes widen in horror as he sees a red car—your car—speed by. You didn't do anything wrong—just pressed your foot on the gas as any normal vehicle driver would do if the traffic signal glowed green. But the next thing he knows, your car hits the pedestrian. There's a loud thud, a scream, a crack. The car behind yours swerves, trying to avoid the calamitous incident, but it flings violently to the side and crashes down the hill.

Taehyung's watch reads 4:44 p.m. And by that time, all four people are dead on the scene. Just like it said on the news. There's thick, red blood oozing across the asphalt, and your airbag is concealing most of your face in the car, but Taehyung can see that your neck has been displaced in the most inhumane position. He has to look away.

Anger settles in, accompanied by horrification and grief. You were supposed to survive that. There were only supposed to be three casualties.

Taehyung grits his teeth. But now that he knows what has taken place, he can effectively fix it. He just has to turn back time.

It seems like these days, everyone's in a rush. Time travelers, of course, can bend time at their own will—they see no need to hurry, to go about their days in haste. They can afford to take the scenic route, walk through the flowering pasture of daisies, enjoying life and the little moments that cherish their hours here on Earth. But not everyone is a time traveler. And not everyone has this privilege of rewinding time for the pure enjoyment of smelling the roses.

Taehyung understands that. So when he sees the pedestrian, rocking on the balls of her feet, glancing at her watch every few seconds while glaring at the red pedestrian light, he feels a bit of pity. He understands. She must be one of those people. Those who hate wasting time. Those who hate to dilly-dally on the trivial moments, opting to snatch away the best parts without experiencing the minute details. But her life is on the line and so is yours.

"Excuse me?" he calls.

The pedestrian jerks her head towards him. She looks at him strangely, as if to wonder why the hell a stranger would want to talk to her. Almost as if to say, 'Can't you see I have places to be? Things to do??'

"Um," Taehyung stammers. "Can you... You should try to walk safely."

The woman gives him another strange look. "Sorry... But I'm um, I'm a little busy. My fiancé, I mean, my boyfriend... I think he's going to propose tonight... God, I can't be late."

Everyone has a story—a backstory—a reason that guides their following actions. And right now, Taehyung can see her's. A fast-paced, efficient woman who is in love and anticipating a proposal. A woman who has no idea that fate has different plans for her. He wants to stop her. For her sake and yours. But before he can do anything, she leaps forward.

"Wait!!!" Taehyung shrieks, nearly stepping out onto the road to follow after her. It's too late.

There's that deafening noise again. There's screaming, people getting out of their cars to witness the scene. Just like clockwork, too easily, it'd happened again.

You're dead.

For the second time, indistinguishable emotions rush through the time traveler's head. He'll just try harder. Convince the pedestrian. Do something more. With a deep breath, Taehyung rewinds back in time again.

Some things just aren't meant to be. Like chasing after a career pathway that one has absolutely no drop of talent in. Or chasing after a lover who will never ever love the other back. Or maybe even pursuing a fantasy dream life all the while living in unpleasant reality. Most people give up fairly quickly when they recognize that they will inevitably never get what they want. Slightly more resilient people will attempt to push over the hedges and the obstacles that plague their track; yet, even they will quit when their loved ones coax them that their arduous journey isn't worth their precious time. But time travelers have all the time in the whole goddamn world.

When Taehyung lands in his present, he collapses on his bed, wearied. Feeling defeated. He'd tried everything he could possibly think of. He spent over fifty times trying to reason with the pedestrian. He'd bribed her, begged her, even threatened her at one point not to cross that street. He'd tried different intonations, different ways to greet her. But maybe it was meant to be. Because every time, she ignores Taehyung and his best wishes and walks straight into your car, killing you both.

So Taehyung had come up with new strategies. Ones that involved false traffic cones, trying to get you to take a long-winded detour. He tried making street signs. Tried even closing up the whole street. But the police hadn't been quite amused about that. He attempted every scenario more than thirty times, for even the slightest change in a single traffic cone placement could alter everything. It could save your life. Or at least he hoped it would. However, all of his attempts proved futile.

Taehyung did everything that he could think of. But it came down to nothing because you always, always die in the end.

An exhausted sigh escapes his lips. He must've spent something like a week's worth of time continuously rewinding and attempting to prevent your death. But Taehyung knows he can't give up now. He forces his tired, heavy body to sit up, and his head lolls to the side, his eyes threatening to close.

That's when it hits him.

Taehyung's eyes double in size, and he scrambles up from his bed to grab a random, black leather notebook. Opening up to the first page and scouring his desk to find a working pen, Taehyung begins to write furiously.

Initially, he was dead set against any sort of contact with you. He had feared ripping a hole in the space-time continuum or whatever the fuck sci-fi film scripts tend to say these days. Taehyung's definitely not an expert on science and the theory of time, but he is astute enough to know that seeing people in the past that he isn't supposed to meet until later can be detrimental in one way or another. It's not like him to mess around with what was destined to be. Yet... Yet the recent turn of events leaves him no choice. He's going to have to talk to you to save you.

Taehyung leans back in his chair, slightly breathless. He stares at the eight steps he'd scribbled onto the lined paper bound to the journal. All he has to do is use it to convince you to not get in your car.

Step one. Tell her to stop whatever she's doing.

"Stop!!"

You gasp, nearly falling over at the intensity of Taehyung's voice. "Stop??" you ask, eyes wide and hands tightly gripping the door of your open car.

"You have to stop!"

Taehyung's heart breaks when you slowly back into the driver's seat, eyes squinted and hands reaching back for support. "Um... I uh... actually have somewhere to go..." You look nervous, scared even. It suddenly occurs to Taehyung that he's a stranger to you. That you have every right not to stop if your subconscious tells you to be vigilant.

He lets you go that time. He'll get it right the next.

Step two. Tell her to listen to what the time traveler has to say.

"Please, you have to listen to me," Taehyung pleads. The notebook tucked under his arm fuels just a little bit of his confidence.

You turn your head to look at the man, already a bit peeved that he's interfering with your plans. "Listen? Can I ask listen to what?"

"Hold up, don't get in that car," Taehyung says, warily eyeing the red vehicle.

Your eyebrows narrow in subsequent suspicion.

Step three. Gauge her reaction. Refusal? Tell her again. Acceptance?... Don't know. Never gotten that far.

"Okay."

"What??"

"Okay," you repeat, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'll wait if you have anything interesting to say."

This had been the 389th time Taehyung had restarted to get past the third step. Maybe a single strand of misplaced hair on his head made him look more attractive than before—enough for you to give him a chance. Or maybe it was the intonation in which he spoke his lines. Maybe it was pleading enough for you to feel pity and listen. But Taehyung doesn't have ample time to analyze what he'd done differently for you to answer this way. All he can do is move on. There's not even a second to waste.

Step four. Make her trust you. (Don't get right into business. Ease into it.)

"Okay... Well,” Taehyung starts awkwardly, scratching his head. He looks around frantically to come up with a talking point—anything to divert your attention from how jittery he really is. “Well,” he says again, “um, to start, you have a nice ride.” He gestures over to your sparkling red car.

"Huh,” you say, raising your eyebrows. “Thanks," you grin, shrugging. "It was actually a graduation gift from my parents. Always wanted one of these since I was young." You pat the top of your car affectionately before turning to face the man in front of you. "Did you want to go around on a spin?" you ask boldly, eyebrow arching in question.

When Taehyung struggles to invent an answer that doesn't sound borderline creepy or stalker-like, you laugh.

"Don't worry. I was just joking. But you wouldn't be the first guy who's asked me about my car. What do you want? A date?" you giggle. "I'm really sorry but I've promised to meet my friends so I have to get going. If you want my number or something—"

Step five. Don't let her leave your sight. (She might do something that you'll regret.)

"It's not really your number that I want," Taehyung quickly interrupts. If he could close his eyes, he could practically see his own handwriting, scrawled on the now wrinkled pages of his notebook. He's so close. Practically halfway through.

You pause, your body midway into the driver's seat. "It's not? Then what do you want, mysterious stranger?" You smile, raising your eyebrows as if to challenge the peculiar man.

If the circumstances weren't so dire, Taehyung would've gone right along with your mischievous tone. "Your company," he replies quickly. "Your immediate company."

"Oh, so you're asking me to ditch my friends?" you laugh. "Sorry, stranger, but not today." And there you go, seating yourself in your car and just about the slam the door shut.

Step six. Tell her to stop again.

"Stop!" Taehyung cries.

You ignore him, shutting the door anyways. But the windows are rolled down and you can still see the unfiltered looks on Taehyung's face. A flash of confusion washes over your face before you train your eyes to the front, your hand settling over the button to start the engine.

Step seven. If she never listens, tell her you love her.

"Wait, stop! I love you!" Taehyung cries desperately. "Y/N, please!"

You're completely frozen. Taehyung wonders if he'd made a big mistake. Then, slowly, so painfully slowly, you turn your head to gaze at the man. "What did you say?"

"I love you..." Taehyung whispers. "Don't leave, Y/N. You'll regret it. I'll regret it."

"How the hell do you know my name?" You're frowning, two hands tightly gripping the wheel of your car.

Taehyung isn't blessed with mind-reading—though he thinks that some people out there must be—but he can sense exactly what you're thinking about him now. You think he's a creep. A stalker. A serial killer, perhaps?

He has no other choice.

Step seven. Tell Y/N her future.

"I'm from the future."

You scoff, slapping your hand on the wheel. "Oh yeah? And I'm the President of Neverland."

"No, Y/N, really. I'm from the future." Taehyung grips the precious notebook in his hands. "You have to listen to me. You're going to die if you get in that car to meet your friends. There's going to be a huge car accident, and you're going to be killed. But you can't. You know why, Y/N? Because I'm your future husband."

"You're... You're delusional!" you exclaim, shaking your head. "That... I mean, you... I can't... I can't possibly—I don't even know you!"

"Of course you don't," Taehyung says. He takes a step closer to you and your car. "We aren't supposed to meet this early in this particular timeline. But I had to save your life, Y/N."

"Why? Because for some goddamn reason you think that I'm your future wife??"

"I don't think that, Y/N. I know it! We had a wedding! In the fifth grade, you promised your best friend that you'd wear a pink wedding dress and have matching pastel rose gowns for your bridesmaids. It came true, Y/N—"

"How the hell did you...?"

"You told me this in the future," Taehyung says. "I wouldn't be standing here trying to save your life if I didn't truly love you."

"But... But I just..." You can't seem to finish your sentences. "You can always find another wife. Do I, I mean, did I matter to you that much?"

Taehyung doesn't understand. You'd told him that you'd love him unconditionally. In whatever circumstance that life happened to throw at the two of you. Had that all just been simple love talk?

"Of course you matter to me..." he says, eyes softening. "I didn't spend 389 times turning back time to save you for nothing, you know."

You shake your head. "But see? 389 times... Maybe I'm just meant to die."

The hair on Taehyung's neck stands straight, and he can barely control his tone as he spits out rapidly, "How can you say that?? Y/N, you were alive before. I saw you. In my future. Please... Just get out of that car... Or stay there, I don't care. Just please don't drive away. You can sacrifice meeting your friends to save your life, right?"

You're biting your lip, fingers drumming on the wheel of your car as you think. Finally, you look up to meet Taehyung's eyes. "Can you come closer?"

His breath hitches. "Why?"

"I just wanna see if I've seen you somewhere," you hum thoughtfully. "Maybe you're right. Maybe you are from the future. Maybe I'll have to save your face into my memory," you laugh. "Hmm..." Your eyes meet Taehyung's large, warm ones, and you visibly relax behind your wheel. "You know, you're not exactly supposed to tell me about my future. What have the time-traveling movies taught you?"

Taehyung turns away to scoff lightly. He'd been proud of himself for that last step. And no matter how stupid you think it is, it's saving your life now.

"I do think it'd be a waste to die right now," you say. "I am pretty young... But my friends have been expecting to meet up for half a year. Hmph. You owe me! But fine. I won't go. I'm a little pissed, but I won't go. I'll drive home. I promise."

There has never been a happier happiness in Taehyung's life. "You promise, okay? You promised! You can't go, all right?"

"I won't," you say definitively. "Look, I'll even shake your hand to seal the deal." Through your rolled-down windows, you jut out your hand. After staring a bit, Taehyung takes your hand and gives it a firm shake. "Well, that's it, right?" you say. "We're going to meet again in the future?"

"Yeah. I guess this is it."

There's this mischievous grin plastered on your face. The mischief is what Taehyung notices must've gone away after being involved in such a tragic accident. He wonders what life would've been like if you were still this playful. But it also looks like he'll find out in a few minutes.

"Then I guess I'll see you later, future husband." You wink at him. And all too soon, you're driving away, leaving no evidence behind that you were ever here. It feels like a fever dream.

Taehyung's hands shake as he brings his notebook to his chest, embracing it. There are happy tears welling in his eyes. He'll be able to see you now. The you who loves him dearly.

Time travelers come in all different shapes, sizes and characters. There exist some who are cynical of their talents, those who rarely use it for the fear of touching something that wasn't meant to be touched. Then, there are others who use their abilities moderately. Those who might rewind time a little to get in a bit of extra sleep or study for a big final. Then, there are those time travelers who wield time so frequently, so fervently that they are rarely ever in their correct timeline.

Taehyung is one of these time travelers.

After spending weeks in the past, he doesn't travel to the present. Instead, he visits farther into the future, hoping to see you. Hoping to be able to flip through your wedding photos with you again and marvel at your beauty as you bask in his compliments. He hopes that you don't have your scar anymore—not that he never liked it. But you always thought you'd looked better without it. And he wants you to be happy.

"Y/N!" Taehyung calls, shaking with excitement as he lands feet first on new ground, seven years later. "Y/N!! Where are you?"

But the apartment in front of him is unrecognizable. It should have pulled up a red flag in Taehyung's mind, yet he ignores it. The butterfly effect. Somehow, since your accident hadn't taken place, the sequence of events had shifted and led to you suggesting to buy another apartment. It's quite conceivable.

"Y/N?"

Taehyung carefully rounds the corner of the living room, navigating his way through the foreign apartment. Not once does he see you or anything that would've belonged to you. The world becomes much darker again when he realizes that in the future, you and he aren't together.

The time traveler slips his phone out of his pocket—the latest model of a device that has yet to come out yet in his timeline—and he searches through his contacts. It's a possibility that you and he are still friends. Maybe the fact that he'd told you the two of you would wed in the future prevented the two of you from getting into a serious relationship. Yet after scouring his whole phone for hours, Taehyung finds no traces of you.

There is little hope left in his heart when he searches up the date of the cursed automobile accident. And the last of the light from his eyes dim when he sees, "Four dead from a tragic car crash."

His head spins with thoughts and weighs heavily with frustration. Only one question circles through his mind: why? He'd done everything in his power to help you. He'd had to watch you die more than three hundred consecutive times. He'd had the same goddamn conversation with you to try to convince you out of your own demise. But why hadn't it worked? Taehyung thought that the 389th time would do it. What had gone wrong?

A deep, empty pit settles in his stomach. Maybe you're right. Maybe you are supposed to die.

Taehyung scoffs, glaring at his little black journal. "You're fucking useless," he tells it, spite dripping in his every word. The eight steps he'd created one day out of pure inspiration are completely worthless to him now.

He wants to get rid of it. He wants to give up. Never see your face again. Maybe if he stops thinking about you now, it'll be easier on him in the future.

But...

Taehyung doesn't think. He just leaps, traveling alongside time, closing his eyes and landing just where he subconsciously desires. Taehyung glances at his watch.

4:43 p.m.

He notices the busy pedestrian just seconds away from her walk of death, his own feet hanging dangerously off the sidewalk. But instead of falling back to safety, he jumps—straight into the traffic—even before the pedestrian can move. Taehyung sees the familiar red car speeding up to him, and instinctively, he hurls his notebook straight at your windshield. It lands right at your line of vision with a loud thump! and he can hear your scream as you crash your foot on the brakes. Your head slams against your car wheel, blood trickling down your face, but you're not dead. The car behind you, however, swerves to avoid hitting you, tumbling down the hill for the 390th time. Strangely, they never survive; it must be their ill-fated destiny. Or maybe in some parallel universe, they fare much better. Either way, Taehyung can't save everyone, which makes sense because he's by no means a hero. He just wants things to turn back to normal.

But you. Unlike the couple behind your car, your destiny is not death from an unfortunate auto accident. You should've never died in the first place. Finally, you've been given the justice you deserve. You're alive.

Still, Taehyung has little to no time to celebrate. He needs to bolt out of the scene, for he doesn't want you to see him at all. Doesn't want you to recognize him in fear that things won't be the same—not as he's used to. So, he runs. Bystanders are starting to gather around the scene, and Taehyung panics inwardly, scrambling away so hastily that he trips over a curve. His ankle twists uncomfortably but he has no time to dwell on the sudden shoot of pain traveling up his leg. The adrenaline rush allows him to run. His head reels and he feels like he's going to pass out. But Taehyung pushes on. He wanders through time, searching to return back to his timeline. Wanting anything to finally see your face.

He lands right on his feet, though much more wobbly than before. The city is bustling, crowds of people moving left and right, up and down. Taehyung's leg is killing him. It might as well be a sprain, and the pain of it had been amplified through time travel. The world is spinning. Taehyung can barely catch his breath.

That's when he inadvertently bumps into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorr—" He freezes.

It's you.

It's really you.

Taehyung's eyes enlarge as he looks over your face in shock, awe, happiness—whatever emotions that flood through him. A little scar sits upon your forehead. Unlike other times, you haven't covered it up with concealer. His world becomes bright again.

Your eyes light up when you see his face. And to Taehyung's utmost surprise, you smile at him. He stares, falling back. The pain in his leg is gone in this moment—he'd forgotten it completely—too entranced by your presence to care. He doesn't know if you know him... if you'd caught a glimpse of him throwing his playbook at you... if you remember him at all.

But that's when his eyes trail down and catch a glimpse of you holding something tightly in your hands. It's small, heavily tattered, textured, black and almost looks... run over. Taehyung's lips part as he looks up to your face. Your smile shines brightly, and you look like you have so much to say just at the tip of your tongue. With your eyes glittering and your lips spread into a brilliant grin, you look positively radiant.

You're finally here, with him. Not in the future. Not stuck in the past either. But in the present.

Taehyung smiles. "Hello. I believe you have something of mine?"

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[holdinbacksecrets]

Best Of Me

this is for addy,,i adore her. that is all (965 words) p.s. Follow addy: @fitmydaydream​

“I’ve made it so clear to you, and I don’t know what else I’m meant to say to convince you that I want this. I want us. I want you.”

You felt like you were in a tunnel, but instead of whipping wind it was Taehyung’s voice. The coffee you always needed to function in the morning was still being made, keeping your hands busy. Your mind unable to wrap itself around his words.

“What are you— I know that?”

You turn over your shoulder. The mug uncomfortably hot against your palm. Taehyung runs his fingers through his recently dyed hair, alluding his frustration.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but babe, I honestly don’t know where this is coming from.”

You knew you had dealt with your fair share of insecurities while transitioning from a friendship to a romantic relationship with Taehyung. You didn’t expect all the fears and uncertainties to come, especially when you already knew how easy it was to be vulnerable around him, but apparently your ability to do that with ease changed. Your heart was invested in a different way now. Your previously hidden feelings were exposed, and the love you were trying so damn hard to lead with had been tarnished by your worries.

“Fuck,” you quickly place the mug on the countertop, rubbing your palm against your sweatpants.

“Are you ok?” 

You nod, watching redness bloom. Your boyfriend reaching out for your hand, brushing his lips against your opened palm. Your shoulders fall, and you lean into him, wanting Taehyung to stay close to you.

“What brought this on?” You question, carding your fingers through his hair. You’re enveloped in his scent, feeling the body you had come to memorize against your own.

Taehyung wraps his arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I promise I wasn’t looking for it, but I found this sheet of paper in the bedside table… From what I gathered, you’re still having a hard time.”

You continue to feel the softness of his hair between your fingers, searching through your recent memories for any idea of what he was talking about. “A piece of paper…that I..? Oh! God, Tae, that was from months ago. I don’t    even— I honestly didn’t know that I kept it. It was right before I talked to you about all of this for the first time. I was just trying to go into the conversation with a clear mind. I promise I don’t feel that way anymore.”

You pull away to meet soft, concerned eyes, hoping he sees the truth in your own. Once his hand reaches out to cup your cheek, you know he has. His lips press against your forehead, and you’re being brought against Taehyung’s chest once again.

“I give you the best of me, and I don’t want you to question that. I know there’s noise that can be distracting going on around us. I know this can all get overwhelming, but my attention, my heart- are all locked on you.”

His fingertips trail up and down the length of your back, colliding against your spine. Shivers ripple across your skin as you close your eyes. He loves you so much, and he’s the same man who was your best friend for two years. 

He’s the same man who made you feel so seen before romantic feelings flourished. Taehyung cares about you just as much or maybe more than you do him, and it’s not fair to wonder if it’s true because other voices have tried to convince you otherwise. Whether they were the demons inside your head, or the words that clouded your mind from posts online, they couldn’t compete with him.

“I just hate that you’ve been feeling this way, like there’s something you need to prove to me. It’s my job to work on ignoring all the bullshit I choose to read.”

Your hands interlock behind his head. The warmth of his skin offering a greater comfort than the heat exuding from your mug of coffee.

“This is a partnership, and it’s my fault those things have lead us here. None of that would be happening..”

Your thumb brushes Taehyung’s chin, urging him to look at you when his gaze falls distant. 

“Hey, look at me. Look at me. Don’t do that to yourself, ok? It’s not your fault someone decides to express hate towards the people you and your members love.” Your eyebrows furrow, hoping the strength of your words are enough to leave an impact. You weren’t the only one that’s been feeling the weight of people’s opinions, but the idea of your boyfriend blaming himself broke your heart.

“You have today off, and it’s not supposed to rain again until tonight. We could go out. We could stay in and watch a movie. We can make pancakes? The day is ours, and I want to be present, with you, my lovely, caring, boyfriend. Will you be present with me, darling?”

Taehyung can’t help but smile, because the way you call him darling still makes his cheeks red and his chin dip to hide his crinkled nose and closed eyes.

“Yes, I would love to be present with you, my darling.”

You laugh, peppering kisses against as much of his face as you can reach, and his own laughter meets your ear. “So, pancakes?”

Taehyung kisses your temple, squeezing your body against his before moving to gather ingredients. “Yes honey, pancakes.”

You admire his relaxed movements, feeling the comfort that exists in your shared space. The world was noisy, but you had control over of how loud you let it play, when there was better music waiting to be heard. And when lyrics were sung passionately into a spatula, it wasn’t hard to choose the song. 

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It’s a Reverse Basket ◍ Part 17

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

⇝ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Words: 6k

⇝ Summary: Basketball is your everything; your passion for it running deep and wanting nothing more then to play the sport. Problem is, the sport isn’t offered competitively to girls and with that, all your hopes immediately fizzle away… …but who ever said that was going to stop you?

⇝ Warnings: pg13; *casually throws in a load of angst*

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⇝ Previous Parts: Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

⇝ Next Update: Tuesday, July 7

Jungkook is dying.

His nose is congested to the point where breathing no longer feels like an easy option, his pink eyes are watery like he’s been crying for hours and his chest aches from the constant coughing fits he’s been having.

He’s dying and it appears that his friends have started to notice.

“Jungkook!” The high pitch of Taehyung’s voice makes him wince, the latter rushing over to him in his dire state, “Are you sick?!”

As if the thermometer sticking out of his mouth and the blanket wrapped around his shivering body wasn’t enough of a dead giveaway, Jungkook lets out a guttural groan to confirm it. Taehyung’s eyes widen and he instantly dashes away only to leave Jungkook and his feverish temperature alone.

“Y/N, where are you??” Taehyung’s voice is loud enough to be heard within the walls, “Jungkook’s sick!”

“He’s sick?” Your much calmer voice questions, a set of soft footsteps growing louder in the direction of his room. You appear at his door, eyes concerned and stature hesitant as you approach his bed and place your palm against his forehead. “His temperature is really high..…”

You quickly jog back into the kitchen, Taehyung darting his eyes between you and Jungkook in confusion. He opts out for staying by his dear friend’s side, watching you re-emerge with a glass of water and some medication you’ve picked up.

Jungkook gratefully exhales once you place both things in his hands, downing the water as fast as he can. Handing the glass to Taehyung, he slumps against his pillow and closes his eyes, both of you worriedly glancing at each other.

“He should rest for the day, don’t let him do anything and make sure he eats at a proper time.” Taehyung nods with the information you relay at him, only now noticing the large bag that’s been strung around your torso.

“Are you going somewhere?”

You hum, “I’m visiting someone.”

“Is it Yoongi?” Taehyung questions right away, an intrigued brow raised up. You hurriedly shake your head, a bit flustered.

“U-Uh no…” You stare at Jungkook again, taking in how pale his skin is and the way he keeps shivering, “Take good care of him when I’m gone though.”

“Roger that.” Taehyung grins, “I’ll get Jimin and Hoseok to help me, so don’t you don’t have to worry.”

You smile, pacing back to the kitchen to retrieve a wet towel. Catching a glimpse of Jungkook’s sick form one last time, you plant the towel on his forehead and decide to back away, ignoring the concerned feeling weighing down in you.

After making Taehyung promise to text you every two hours for an update, you head out, hoping that Jungkook has been left in good hands.

***

You’re gone by the time Jungkook opens his eyes.

He doesn’t have the strength to even fully open them, only mustering to weakly peek through the crack of the door when there’s an echo of voices and a beam of light coming into his room from the kitchen.

“What about carrots?! I’ve heard they’re good for sight!” Hoseok blares, a thudding sound that was similar to a knife cutting against something resonating through the walls.

“I don’t know if Jungkook likes carrots though….” Jimin whispers.

“Of course he likes them! He’s practically a bunny!” Hoseok protests, inducing a sigh from Jimin. 

“I’ll go check on him for now, just make sure Taehyung doesn’t burn something in the meantime.” He quietly says to Hoseok.

“I heard that Jimin!” Taehyung accurses right away. Jimin opts out for hurriedly rushing away until he reaches Jungkook’s room, shutting the door with a relieved exhale. He turns only to be surprised at Jungkook’s new awakening, hurrying to his side.

“You’re awake!” Jimin cutely exclaims, Jungkook’s heavy breathing telling him the latter wasn’t fully functioning just yet. When Jungkook lifts his hand, Jimin instantly takes it and helps him straighten up, swiftly propping up his pillow so he can lean back properly. “Are you hungry? Taehyung was going to make you some porridge.”

Jungkook abruptly chokes, breaking out in a cluster of coughs. Jimin grabs the water bottle resting on his desk, quickly handing it to him.

“Don’t worry Jungkook, Taehyung’s been practicing cooking. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Although Jimin gives the impression of an encouraging friend, he truthfully is worried about what Taehyung will create, hoping that having Hoseok constantly monitoring him will bring some good.

“Do you want me to bring the nurse here?” Jimin questions with Jungkook still not looking so great. There’s a layer of grogginess to him, like he’s been in an eternal slumber only to have woken up now. His large nose has also been entirely covered in a hue of red, the sniffles appearing to not leave him any time soon. 

Jungkook promptly shakes his head and Jimin sighs, knowing that he was simply being stubborn at this point. The only reason he didn’t want to see the nurse is because he would definitely be issued a note that would cause him to miss the upcoming practices – the exact ones slated to start gearing all of you up for the upcoming championship.

However, it doesn’t take away the concern Jimin has if Jungkook’s in such a state, rest and time off being mandatory if he wants to even get better.

Suddenly the door of his room comes barging open, Taehyung dressed in his signature apron with a tray in his hands. Hoseok hurriedly follows behind him, the scared expression on his face contrasting the content one Taehyung holds.

“I made you porridge from my own hands Jungkook!” Taehyung cutely exclaims, placing the tray down and spooning out some to him.

Jungkook weakly moves to take it, his eyes flickering across the terrified looks Jimin and Hoseok throw at each other when he gulps it down. His features scrunch up, twisted as if he had eaten something incredibly bitter and chalked.

“W-Why is there so much salt in it?” He crocks, coughing to have it stay down as Taehyung spins around and stares at Hoseok and Jimin confused.

“Is there too much salt?” He raises a spoon to both of them and they cower away.

“We’re good! If Jungkook says it’s salty then it's probably salty!” Hoseok pipes up, backing out as much as he can.

In the midst of this, Jungkook sighs, a strong feeling inside him telling him that it was quite possible for him to die at the hands of his friends instead of the cold he was stuck with.

After changing out of your clothes, you pat down the simple white dress you wear and adjust your falling locks. Peering at your watch, you recall Yoongi telling you that he would pick up by the side of the school.

“Hey.” You look over your shoulder to see him dressed in a simple black dress shirt and jeans. It’s different from what he usually wears, having become too accustomed to seeing him in either a jersey or shorts and beanie combo.

“Hey.” You smile, gliding over as he takes your hand.

“It’ll take about two buses to get there.” Yoongi informs you, leading you along the sidewalk until you see a station come into view, “An hour max.”

You hum, carefully treading through the crowd in order to get aboard the bus. Yoongi helps you climb on and swiftly grabs a seat, letting you take the one beside the window before he’s plopping down beside you.

Darting your eyes outside the window, you eagerly take in the view. Living at your high school has it’s own set of perks, but one of the biggest disadvantages is that you don’t really get the opportunity to explore aside from games.

You feel something poke your shoulder, whirling to see Yoongi gazing at you. He raises his hand, his fingers outstretched.

“There’s five of us.” He begins, “Me, Yoonji, my older brother and my parents.”

You nod, his debriefing almost sounding like he was explaining a game strategy to you. “You’ve already met Yoonji, she’s the youngest and in middle school.”

“My older brother graduated from university recently, he’s quieter but easier to get along with in comparison.”

You smile, recalling how it wasn’t hard to click with Yoonji because of her resemblance in both appearance and personality to Yoongi, “I really wanted you to introduce you to him today.”

Frowning when he stops, you can’t help but wonder, “What about your parents?”

Yoongi’s form stiffens next to you, his eyes avoiding yours and that’s when you remember how he explained his parents getting in the way of his basketball dream. A part of you contemplates if this is the first time he’s going back home, the answer only lying ahead of you in one hour’s time.

Jungkook’s eyelids flutter, barely conscious after being fed all of Taehyung’s disastrous porridge. His stomach aches like it’s eaten something that it probably shouldn’t have been consumed, the concoction somehow lulling him back to sleep once he passes out again.

“Jungkook!” The sounds of shoes squeaking alert him, whirling around to see a young man with light brown hair and dressed in the same white jersey he wears, “The championship is coming up! Aren’t you excited?”

Jungkook shrugs. He wasn’t filled with as much excitement as he was with nervousness, the day’s slowly counting by.

“Not really, I still have more practicing to do.” He mumbles, trekking over to grab a basketball. Yugyeom frowns, pacing after him.

“Why don’t you practice later? We were going to grab dinner in a while.”

Jungkook ponders the offer, wondering if he can put off practice for tomorrow until someone struts in.

“There’s no point in asking Yugyeom, nothing gets in between Jeon and basketball.” Another voice nearby snickers at him, Jungkook’s eyes morphing into a glare as his grip on the ball tightens.

“Don’t say that Minhyuk.” Yugyeom turns to Jungkook with a smile, “So no then? Practice instead?”

Jungkook solemnly smiles, “After the championship is over.”

Yugyeom nods understandably, walking over and looping his arm around Minhyuk. Jungkook scowls when the latter throws him a dirty look, sending a distasteful message that he doesn’t need to see.

He wishes Yugyeom would stop hanging out with Minhyuk and his friends, but he knows he can’t help it when they’re all unfortunately on the same team. Letting out a sigh, he resumes shooting hoops. 

~

Jungkook can’t believe what just happened.

Moments ago, he was in the fast-paced environment of the game, the crowd roaring as he effortlessly slides through players missing gaps and consistently lands points. Another moment he’s lying on the ground, his ankle and knee painfully throbbing.

“We have an injured member!” The coach calls out, the referee blowing his whistle. Jungkook notices himself being lifted, his eyes barely making out who it is until his coach and Yugyeom comes into view.

Yugyeom is signalled to head back into the game as Jungkook is sent over to the nurse, but his blood boils when he catches the faint smile drawing on Minhyuk’s features before everything goes blank.

~

He ends up missing the championship.

Everything passes by a blur that day and when he wakes up, he discovers that it was suggested he be replaced to continue the game forward. He’s missed the opportunity he’s been training for, tossed to the side simply because of an injury.

Yoongi has a small house.

It takes you about fifteen minutes to reach it, being the last of many on the road. Intricate stone steps lead you to the entrance, where you notice the abundance of plants surrounding it, ranging from growing fruits and vegetables to plush flowers and daisies.

Someone is already sitting on the porch, legs crossed and a book tucked in her hands. Her gaze slides over to you once you emerge from behind Yoongi.

“Y/N.” You warmly smile and the book Yoonji was reading is discarded as she gets up, dusting off her skirt and sending a narrowed glare at her brother. “Took you long enough.”

Yoongi doesn’t even say anything back to that, simply quirking up an eyebrow. He reaches for your hand again and leads you to the front door, making you a bit flustered as you’re literally holding hands in front of Yoonji. She doesn’t seem to notice though, merely concentrated on unlocking and twisting the knob.

Once the door is shut, you take a look around.

It’s warm and cozy, a light brown theme overtaking the home. You find there’s more plants set aside inside the house, but it isn’t as much as you found outside. Other than that, it’s extremely clean too, not a speck of dust in sight.

“I tried cleaning up a bit.” Yoonji acknowledges when you survey the home, “Wait here, I’ll go find everyone.”

You nod and Yoonji leaves. Your eyes are still glued to the home’s layout, as if you were discovering a piece of Yoongi that was carefully tucked away.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Yoongi lets out a nostalgic exhale and you hum.

“Is this your first time coming back…?” You ask quietly, cautiously eyeing him to make sure you weren't prying too much.

“Yeah….” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, growing dismayed, “I haven’t come back here since–“

“Yoongi?”

Both of you pivot to the sound of shuffling down the stairs, a young man suddenly appearing. His confusion flickers into recognition, and that’s when he’s instantly tugging Yoongi into his arms.

You giggle as Yoongi becomes flustered, hugging the man back and throwing a playful look at you when he hears your laughter. He suddenly seperates from him, curious eyes rolling to you, “Oh! Whose this?”  

You’re about to introduce yourself but Yoongi takes the words right out of your mouth.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

The man’s eyes light up at that, “Really?” You timidly nod and a giant smile breaks through him, “That’s great! I’m Min Junki, Yoongi’s older brother.”

Your eyes light up in surprise. While Yoonji looked like an exact replica of Yoongi, his older brother’s appearance is drastically different. You can suppose they have the same eyes, but other than that you wouldn’t have even guessed they were related.

Yoonji suddenly reappears, her eyes darting over in surprise. “Oh, you found Junki.”

Junki smiles and that’s when Yoonji steps to the side, a much older woman coming forward behind her.

You blink as she draws closer, her arms crossed and a glare set in her eyes. Her hair is longer and curler in comparison to Yoonji, a set of glasses resting on her nose and a long purple shawl draped over her shoulders. She has the same eyes as the rest of the people in the room, her appearance matching more with Yoongi than anything.

She doesn’t acknowledge you though, rather her menacing glare is set on someone else entirely.

For a moment, no one speaks. Yoongi and her continue to stare at each other, until she finally opens her mouth.

“You look like a boiled dumpling.” She scoffs, tugging her shawl closer. Her eyes then land on you, causing you to recline a bit behind Yoongi, “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend.” Yoonji pitches in, resulting in her frowning even more and suddenly giving you the urge to disappear.

“Hm.” She spins around without another word, heading into the kitchen. You’re not sure what to take from all this, but when Yoongi gently ushers you to sit down with him, you know he can sense the puzzlement stemming from you. 

Junki and Yoonji do the same, already growing comfortable with your presence despite only knowing you for a short period of time. They start throwing out questions back and forth, sparking your interest in them as well. You discover that Yoonji can be extremely sarcastic and ruthless, but her somewhat intimidating stance hides the childish side she has when Junki steals some of the snacks she was eating and passes them over to you with a smile as she pouts.

Junki on the other hand, contrasts all of them. He can be incredibly quiet like Yoongi but just like he said, he’s easy to get along with. It’s obvious to decipher that he’s the oldest as well, concern immediately sparking up on his features whenever Yoongi is brought up into conversation. 

“I heard you guys had a game recently that Yoonji went to.” Junki explains, “How was it?”

You beam, “It went great, we ended up winning.”

Junki’s smiles, “That’s good to hear, did your family get a chance to see you too?”

You falter a bit at that, a hand already placing itself on yours. You shoot Yoongi a grateful look.

“My family actually doesn’t know I’m attending this school…”

Yoonji stares at you in surprise and Junki frowns. Yoongi simply stays put, as if he knew what was about to come.

“You can say I’m doing something they won’t approve of.” You wistfully smile, catching Junki’s eyes flickering over to Yoongi. The gesture makes you do the same, noticing that although Yoongi was sitting right next to you, it seemed like his mind was somewhere else.  

Your eyes wander over to the staircase, recognizing that there’s still a soft sound of footsteps right above your heads.

When Jungkook comes to, there’s a woman standing at the foot of his bed with her arms crossed.

His brows furrow, mouth opening to say a string of words. A thermometer is being shoved into it before he can, loud stomps echoing through the room.

“A high fever.” She mumbles, “Along with a stuffy nose and a sore throat.”

She gestures at the piles of tissues collecting near his bed and the water bottle resting on his desk.

“What...a-are you…doing here…?” Jungkook croaks, his voice barely making out. 

“I was called.” Soyoung steps to the side to reveal three very concerned faces, all glued to Jungkook’s dreary form. “By them.”

“Sorry Jungkook…” Jimin whispers, head lulling down in shame.

“After Taehyung’s porridge, you fell asleep and looked even worse.” Hoseok explains, “We had to call her here.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook lets out a sigh. This was the last thing he wanted.

But then his sight scans across the room, taking in how Jimin occasionally concerned glances at him while Hoseok darts his eyes over to what Soyoung was scribbling down on her notepad for Jungkook. Taehyung stands with them, curiously peering into the kitchen where he still has a bowl full of hearty porridge left.

He cracks a smile, wondering how long it’s been since his own team was so worried about him.

“Fine.” Jungkook mumbles, turning his head to Soyoung, “You take a look at me and if I need to stay in my dorm for a couple of days, I will.”

“That won’t be necessary.” As Jungkook’s eyes spark up in confusion, Soyoung points down to her notepad, “I’ve prescribed some helpful medication. Just drink a lot of fluids this next couple of days and you’ll be fine by the time you guys head for nationals.”

His eyes perk up at that, a loud cheer erupting into the room. The three individuals from his team are ecstatic that he’ll be joining them for their final game, something that doesn’t let the smile disappear from Jungkook’s lips.

Night falls and preparations for dinner commence. 

Junki had initially offered to go out for dinner when Yoongi’s mother remarked that she wasn’t expecting any extra guests, however at the suggestion she interjected and said she’ll see what she can do. Yoonji goes upstairs and Junki talks to Yoongi, leaving you to be alone in the kitchen as you help her set the table.

Her back is turned as she plucks out dishes from the cabinets, with you swiftly moving around the table and arranging everything.

“Is…” You pause, wondering if you had heard her say something, “Is he eating well…”

You stop for a moment and hum. “And is he doing okay….with basketball and such…”

The way she says basketball makes you wince, as if simply getting it off her chest was too much to bear.

“He is.” You reply and her shoulders sink down, like those questions had been weighing far too heavy on her.

That’s when she swivels around, bringing the remaining dishes and assisting you with placing them around the table. Once you’re done, you turn to go find Yoongi but her arm snaps onto your wrist, holding you in place.

Your eyes light up if she needs anything else, but the guilt painted over her features has them contorting instead.

“He hasn’t come back ever since he left.” She quietly mutters, her eyes filled with dense regret, “But he came back t-this time, with you…”

Your eyes warm understandingly with the words, “If he ever needs something, p-please let me know.”

A tender smile lines on your lips and you place your hand on top of hers, “Of course.”

She reciprocates your smile, finally appearing to be on the same page as you. Facing away from you, a light scoff leaves her lips.

“Aish Yoongi-ah, where did you find yourself such a nice girlfriend?”

Her words make you blush and she chuckles, leaving your hand. You go on to search for Yoongi, darting your head left and right, but to no avail do you find him. Instead, you bump into someone else.

“Y-Y/N!” Junki nervously laughs, “Is something wrong?”

You hum, “Where’s Yoongi?”

“Uhh he should be back soon– oh there he is!”

Your eyes widen when Yoongi emerges from the staircase, his cheeks red and his fists clenched. You tap his shoulder and the look in his eyes when he turns around almost makes you jolt in fear, only for him to rapidly blink it away.

“What happened?” You whisper, the hostility radiating off his form growing more and more apparent. Yoongi merely shakes his head, taking your hand and leading you away.

“Come on, let’s go have dinner.”

You nod but can’t help notice how incredibly coarse his voice is.

***

By the time dinner rolls around, a seat is left empty in the corner.

You’re sitting on a chair that Yoongi’s mom pulled out from the attic and the one you were originally going to sit on has been tucked away once his mom insisted you sit on a different one.

When a light-hearted conversation is started by Junki at the table, Yoonji pops in with her own sarcastic remarks. Yoongi’s mom occasionally pitches in, letting out low chuckles and then pestering Yoongi to eat more by sliding a whole bowl of rice over to his side. Yoongi protests, but then his mother proclaims that he doesn’t even eat enough rice and he sighs defeated, spooning it out in front of her as a way to show he was eating it.

It makes you smile but you can easily tell the difference in Yoongi’s posture. It’s almost like he’s forcing himself to eat, a cutted edge to his tone that reminds you of the time you had argued over the game with Seokjin.

Your gaze shifts, glancing at something else entirely that no one in the room seems to address.

The empty seat in the far corner is starting to bother you.

With a deep sigh, you get up. Everyone suddenly stares at you, even Yoongi.

“I need to use the bathroom.” You mutter, Yoongi’s mother rising from her seat and then gently ushering you where to go. You gratefully smile, following her directions for the most part.

That is, until you suddenly take a sharp right turn.

Your footsteps are quiet, no one noticing that you’ve long disappeared into the spiraling staircase instead.

You’re met with six doors when you reach the top. You assume the four bigger ones belonging to individuals of the family, the smallest one being another bathroom.

And you assume the one that’s slightly cracked open unlike the rest if where you need to be.

A knock resonates on the door’s room.

“Come in.” A deep voice rings through the thin layer of the frame, your eyes widening once your suspicions have been confirmed. With another deep breath, you take a step inside and shut the door fully.

The man sitting at the desk stares at you strangely in glasses, like he hasn’t been expecting anyone to come through the door. His appearance matches with Junki’s more than anything, but his posture is a lot similar to the one Yoongi currently holds.

You ask the question that has been sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Are you Yoongi’s father?”

His stare on you suddenly narrows, so characteristically similar to what his son would do. He darts his gaze back to the papers sprayed across his desk, two heavy words escaping him.

“Please leave.”

You take a sharp inhale, brows furrowing. 

“Min Yoongi. Bangtan Sondeyeon’s Ace Captain that’s returned for five consecutive sessions. Holds a record of 15 points and 3 rebounds and has led several teams into victory thanks to his rigorous training. He aims to head into nationals soon with his current team.”

His father frowns, “Why are you telling me all this?”

You softly smile, “I thought hearing your son’s accomplishments would help understand why he decided to pursue basketball in the end.”

He has a similar reaction to his wife at the word, but his is filled with more anger compared to hers. “He’s going to get nowhere if he keeps attending that high school and he’ll end up regretting the day he didn’t listen to me.” His gaze intensifies on you now, sharp words being spat out, “I don’t suppose you’re also interested in that same stupid game he plays?”

Your eyes sink in dismay, “I suggest you leave, there’s no way I’m going to accept his decision.”

When his father resumes back to his work without another word, you remain in defeat. Pivoting on your heels with a sigh, you begin scrambling in your mind for anything else you can say to change his mind, but unfortunately, you draw a static blank.

Your feet come to a halt. 

You suddenly turn around, his father’s eyes perking up in rage now.

“I told you to leave, where are you back ag–“

“You weren’t surprised.” You simply say, eyes darting around the man’s office now. Your words draw out confusion from him, a giant smile forming on your lips as you walk over to a shelf of his.

“When I told you about Yoongi’s accomplishments, you weren’t surprised.” Hope spikes up in you, the man scrambling to his feet the longer you stare at his broad shelf full of books and decor. That’s where you find it, your hands coming into contact with the smooth disk carefully placed into a casket.

The words are scribbled messily on the disk in a green marker, but it’s enough for you to flip it around by the time he makes his way over to you.

“Yoongi’s basketball games.” You whisper, a knowing smile on your features sd he helplessly stares at you, “All this time…you watched and even recorded his games. That’s why hearing his statistics didn’t surprise you.”

“H-How did you….” He mumbles, still not believing you found what he was desperate to hide.

“You’re Yoongi’s father.” You lightly laugh, placing it in his hands, “I assumed the apple and the tree wouldn’t be so far different from each other.”

His father silently stares at the disk, dejected. “I was curious….” He begins, “Curious to see what was so important about this blasted game that had my son going against my wishes.”

You smile, “He’s good at it, isn’t he?”

His father hums, “Very good. More than I could have imagined.”

“So why are you acting like he isn’t?” You question, painfully aware of what could have occurred in this office before you had arrived.

He sighs, “It’s complicated…”

“It shouldn’t be.” You softly say, “All it takes is for you to admit that what Yoongi did was right in the end…and that you’re proud of him.”

From the conversation you had with his mother, you can tell there much more to the story of his parents than Yoongi thought. Although you know this is something you know you can never expect from your own family, you don’t want Yoongi suffering through the same result because of his father’s stubbornness.

His father looks up from the disk and you encouragingly smile.

***

The last thing Yoongi expected when you returned, was seeing his father by your side.

He abruptly gets up his seat, his features harshly contorting and it only confirms to you that you ended up making the right call. His father doesn’t speak a word, simply sitting on the empty chair in the corner and beginning to grab some of the food spread out on a plate.

His presence causes a cascade of confusion, but then he utters words that have them all in surprise.

“When is your next game?” His father doesn’t move his gaze away from the table, but he catches Yoongi off guard completely, who can’t seem to muster any words for a response. 

“We’re actually heading into nationals in these upcoming weeks.” You beam and his father hums as Yoongi avertedly glances at you.

You throw him a sincere smile, though you don’t think it’s helped with the shock he’s facing. Dinner passes by after a few more conversations, mainly from Junki who asks if he can attend the next one with Yoongi’s father as Yoongi remains paralyzed from the thought. You end up answering most of their inquiries, swiftly taking a hold of everything when you don’t want any of it to become too much for him.

As you prepare to leave at the front door, Yoongi’s mother smiles and requests for you to come again. You thank her for the hospitality and Junki shakes your hand with Yoonji throwing you an intrigued smirk. Yoongi stands to the side beside you during all this, his attention getting captured when his father steps forward.

“Stand up straight.” He sternly commands, “You can’t be slouching all the time if you’re playing basketball.”

The comment seems to throw Yoongi completely off, who merely scoffs and finally gives a reaction, “I am standing straight.”

His father hums, standing beside his wife when you lean down to put your shoes on. Yoongi lets you lean on him as you struggle, sending a smile in his family’s direction.  

“It was great meeting all of you.”

“Come back soon.” His father states, “And don’t forget to bring him too.”

He points to Yoongi who rolls his eyes, opening the door to let you out. You step out and wave back, before the door completely closes.

You walk content beside Yoongi, “They all seem nice.”

Yoongi doesn’t answer you and you pause, wondering if something was wrong. You don’t pick on how he waits before the two of you are further away from his home, instantly spinning around before you almost walk into him.

He hugs you.

You blink, not expecting him to suddenly do that out of the blue, but the way he clings onto you tells you something else.

“I don’t know what you did or how you did it,” He mumbles, “b-but thank you…”

There’s a tender smile on your lips, patting his back soothingly the longer he hugs you. You pretend not to see the harsh trembles his back shutters through or the way he instinctively tightens his grip on you, simply left smiling and turning a blind eye.  

The door is swung open when you enter, locking it behind you and Yoongi. The sound of footsteps alert both of you, a patch of fluffy hair poking out.

“Y/N, you’re back!” Taehyung exclaims, his eyes landing on Yoongi, “AHA! So you did visit Yoongi!”

You smile, having long changed out of your clothes, “Something like that. Is Jungkook doing okay?”

Taehyung grins, ushering you to follow him. He presses a finger to his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet.

When the door to Jungkook’s room opens, you see the following: Jungkook is sleeping underneath a mountain of blankets, bowls of porridge, empty water bottles and tissues placed next to the bed. Jimin is unconscious at the foot of his bed and Hoseok is passed out on the ground, resting his head on one of Jungkook’s pillows. Soyoung sits in the corner, a book in her hands and glasses perched on her nose.

“Oh,” She peers up, “You’re back.”

“What happened in here?” You question, shuffling over to Jungkook to plant your hand against his forehead. His temperature has exceedingly dropped, shifting into a more normal number compared to before. The movement causes him to stir though, eyes fluttering open.

“Y/N…?”

“Are you feeling better Jungkook?”

He nods and Soyoung helps him get up. The movement causes Jimin and Hoseok to stir too, all eyes landing on you.

“Seems like you all took good care of him.” You smile but then Jungkook coughs, head lulling against his pillow.

“You should have seen what happened here while you were gone. I almost thought I was going to die at one point.”

“If you ate all my porridge, it wouldn’t have been a problem!” Taehyung exclaims, earning a whine from Jungkook as you chuckle, “Oh by the way Y/N, Yoongi’s asleep.”

Taehyung points behind him to the couch and you catch a glimpse of his head resting against one of the couch handles.

“Yoongi?” Jungkook wonders and you hum, facing Taehyung. 

“It’s fine, let him sleep.” You say with a faint smile, observing how his expression seemed a lot more content in comparison to this morning. “He’s had a really long day.”

[sleephyjhs]

You Cut Your Hair Short (REACTION)

[ requested / masterlist ]

a/n :: my schedule has slowed down a bit due to mental health and mock exams, but i’m getting around to everybody’s requests!

KSJ

The oversized hoodie that hung loosely around your figure was chosen specifically for your quest that day. You’d yet to reveal your new appearance to your partner, Seokjin, and although you were sure he’d like it, there was a risk factor involved.

You weren’t reliant on his reaction. The opinions of others had never really played much heed in your life choices, but this time it mattered. The man you’d dedicated so much of your love to had to love your new haircut, otherwise you weren’t too sure where to turn.

The sitting room you expected him to be waiting in laid by the front door. Inside your ribcage, your unseated heart pounded with both adrenaline and fear. Pulling the drawstrings around your head tight, you opened the door in one swing to avoid further hassling.

Seokjin, placed in his usual seat at the end of the couch, turned his head to greet you, “You were gone a while, I was beginning to worry you’d gotten lost.” He smiled as you traipsed around the maze of a room to sit beside him, “Tell me you didn’t walk home with your hoodie that tight.”

“I didn’t,” you chuckled, crossing one leg over another, “I was gone for so long because I made a drastic change. And I really hope you’ll love it as much as I do.”

His eyes widened at your explanation. As you reassured yourself he would like it, you untied the drawstrings and pushed the good back to reveal your shorter hair. The freshly cut tips of your hair just grazed your shoulder, which was an extreme change from the hair that previously extended past your ribcage.

“Oh wow, Jagi.” Seokjin gawked at your dramatic reveal, before chuckling a few huffs, “I honestly prefer this! I didn’t know you became hotter woth short hair.” Jokingly, you hushed him before escaping upstairs to experiment with styling.

MYG

Over a year ago, you’d made a pact to yourself to grow our your beyond damaged, frazzled hair and redebut your short hair, but much healthier. What seemed a lifetime of hair treatments and avoiding the peroxide (which was harder for you than perhaps normal) later, and you had finally booked the long-awaited snip.

Your boyfriend, Yoongi, was eager to join you in the salon. He’d seen you struggle with the process of regrowing your hair from the get-go, and had, more than enough time, helped you search high and low for the right hair products for you to get the results you so desperately wanted. Now, he was just as excited as you for the fresh start with healthy hair.

“How short are you going again?” Yoongi asked, swinging your holding hands back and forth to keep your walking pace. As you’d already cut wispy bangs into your hair, length was something that took you a while to think about, but you couldn’t ruin all the surprises for him.

“You’ll find out soon enough!” You insisted before pushing the salon door open and entering.

Yoongi watched intensively as your hair was snipped shorter and shorter. It took most of an hour, and yet he remained focused on the length of your locks getting closer and closer to your head. You couldn’t help but find it endearing how invested in you he was.

“And there we go!” the stylist announced, using a smaller mirror to show you the back of your hair. The fine tips only just levelled with your jawline; it was perfect. You stood from the chair and turned to face Yoongi, who had perhaps the toothiest grin you’d ever seen spread from ear to ear.

“How does it lo-“

“Phenomenal, just phenomenal.” He interrupted, reaching into his pocket for his wallet and rushing to the counter before you got there.

“No, Yoongi! What are you doing?”

“Treating you. Let me do it, please?” Knowing you’d lose any argument you had with him, you reluctantly allowed him to pay for your new hair. You’d find a way to repay him somehow.

JHS

“I’ll have a surprise for you when you get home tomorrow,” you announced to your boyfriend, Hoseok, who was 9 hours away in Europe on album promotions, “It’s not much but I’m hoping you might like it.”

“Well I’m flattered you want to run me a rose petal bath with candles, I really am.” He giggled. Although you knew he was only joking, you reminded him it could easily be arranged, “No, I’m kidding. I’m excited for whatever it is, baby.”

Later that day, you fled your high-rise apartment building to visit the hair salon for the first time in the new year. As cheesy as it was, you were always a firm believer in ‘new year new me’, and making a choice as bold as cutting your hair was definitely new for you. Ever since you were little, your hair had always extended far down your spine, and although you weren’t ready just yet to cut it up to your ears, your shoulders was a large enough distance for you to feel a new kind of empowerment.

By the next morning, you’d already fallen so deeply in love with your new look, you couldn’t help but wonder why you hadn’t done it before. The choppier locks framed your face much better than your previous pin-straight hair. Even if Hobi didn’t like it, you felt a lot more confident in yourself, which meant it was definitely worth it.

“Hello? I’m home!” A sudden voice called out, leading you out from the kitchen and into the hallway to meet Hoseok. As his eyes came up to meet yours, a smile spread across his face.

“Is this your surprise?” He beamed as you stepped closer. When you nodded, he stepped forward to run his fingers through your cropped hair, still presenting a glowing smile, “It looks so good on you! My angel looks so beautiful.”

His constant nicknames for you never failed to make you blush, “Thank you. I’m so glad you liked it,” you stepped forward to take a hold of his hand, “but if you come now, I’ll run you that bath you were talking about.”

KNJ

Whenever they completed a concert, you liked to facetime your partner, Namjoon, to catch up on your days (considering he wasn’t flat out exhausted). When you were apart for so long, just watching him eat or ramble about his clumsy mishaps was enough for you. Every morning, you hoped that he would still be awake by the time you rang.

Especially that day. It wasn’t easy to surprise Namjoon when he was home; he was too intuitive to be oblivious to everything around him. However when he was halfway across the world, it was easier to pull of smaller gestures for him that often ended up meaning more.

Your sudden difference in hairstyle wasn’t so much a gesture, just a change you had been holding back to make. Short hair had always appealed to you for many reasons. Less hair product, quicker drying, arguable easier to style? You’d take that any day. On top of that, you’d picked a paler latte colour to drench your hair in, contrasting your previous chestnut hue.

As you awaited Namjoon to answer, you made the snap decision to cover the webcam with your thumb and tease the curiosity out of him. Sure enough, when he sat down to talk to you, he couldn’t help but knit his brows in confusion, “Why are you covering the camera? Oh no, what have you done? Is the house still standing?”

You chuckled at his brief panic, “No, silly. I have something to show you. A good thing!”

“Right..”

You edged your thumb away from the screen only to watch in pleasure as Namjoon’s face ignited with surprise, “I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t this. I love it so much!”

“Thank you, Joonie. I kept it just long enough for you to still play with though!” You blurted, resulting in a rosy blush from your distant partner.

PJM

As Jimin ran his fingers through your freshly dyed hair, your mind searched for why something didn’t feel right. You weren’t ever satisfied with your appearance, but this time you felt even less comfortable. You loved your platinum hair endlessly, but the same old long, wavy style was starting to get old.

“Jiminie, do you think I’d look good with short hair?” you questioned, looking up from your position on his chest. Jimin had always been able to give you fashion advice, but you’d never asked about your actual appearance before.

“I think you’d look incredible with any hair,” was the stock answer you were expecting. Although there was perhaps some truth in what he said, Jimin was also unlikely to say no, “why? Are you not feeling long hair anymore?”

“I’m not sure. For some reason I feel like I’d suit it better, you know?”

“Well I say go for it. It grows back anyway.”

Within the next 10 minutes you’d had you appointment booked for later that day. Now that you’d convinced yourself, it was better to get it done immediately so you couldn’t talk yourself out of it.

Jimin waited for you in the car just for you to be able to keep the surprise element to your new pending look. As you approached the car with your shoulder-length fresh cut, you watched through the rear mirror as his eyes met yours.

His beaming smile was already spread across his plush cheeks as you sat down next to him, your grin almost matching his, “I don’t know about you but this is maybe the best decision I’ve made in a long time.”

Jimin chuckled, reaching out to twirl a lock of gently curled hair, “It certainly is, beautiful.”

KTH

Since you were a young teenager, trimming your hair ends every few weeks had become routine. Only recently had you been tempted to turn a trim into a new look. Most of your fashion ventures came in the form of clothing, but for a change, you had decided to make a more permanent choice.

Part of the reason you decided to make an adventurous change was to surprise your boyfriend, Taehyung. You never thought you’d meet somebody who shared your exact fashion taste or who found a lot of expression in their hairstyle. In many ways, it helped you bond at the start of your relationship and so became something you both enjoyed more.

While he was away filming for a new comeback, you made it priority to visit the salon. Your once rib-length hair now just scraped your shoulders. The longer bangs that once framed your face now feathered at your brows. Not even an hour into your new appearance and you were already obsessed.

Later that evening when the door to your apartment slammed shut, the pending excitement that you’d built up finally climaxed. Looking over to your left, you were greeted by a shocked Taehyung, who tried to hold his boxy smile back, “Sorry, I must have the wrong house.”

You giggled at his small joke as he edged closer to the sofa, “What do you think? Does it look okay?”

“Incredibly, truly. I’m a little surprised you didn’t colour it too.” He knew you so well, but already you were a step ahead of him. Of course, he was your best fashion adviser.

“Actually, I was hoping you’d help me pick a colour to dye it?” Taehyung nodded eagerly as you opened the sample book lended to you by your stylist. The hardest task was picking a shade you hadn’t experimented with before.

JJK

As somebody who likes to learn all the skills he can, Jungkook quickly picked up your hairstyling tricks after you began to date. Purely out of his own curiosity, he asked you to teach him how to braid in multiple different ways and you had been more than happy to do so.

Since then, Jungkook had found a form of therapy in playing with your hair and braiding random ropes of your hair after a bad or stressful day. In many ways, it was just as calming and settling for you too. Knowing that Jungkook actively tried to avoid knotting your hair was more comforting than it seems.

One of the necessities for hair braiding is of course, long hair, which you had spotted through most of your teen years and into your early 20s. And although he claimed to prefer you for you rather than your physical feautures, you were aware that your hair was one of his favourite parts about you.

The day you decided to cut it was the day you realised all of those therapeutic hair styling sessions were a thing of the past. You hadn’t even briefed Jungkook on your plan, or yourself for that matter. It felt right in the moment, and as much as you loved your new look, it was a problem that was on your mind all day.

Since returning from the salon, you’d waited desperately for Jungkook to come home. Any second, he was due to walk through the door, and although he didn’t know it, he was about to put his skills under a quickfire test.

As soon as the front door had shut, you rushed into the hallway to eagerly greet your man, “Woah, your hair! Where’s it gone?”

“It’s on a salon floor somewhere. But quick, you need to see if you can still braid it.” Your rushed answer ignited his desperation to test his braiding skills on your new hair. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he waddled behind you into the sitting room, where a couple of hair bands had sat waiting for him.

Despite him tugging on your hair a few times more than usual, his focused silence transmitted good news to you, “I can still braid it!” He exclaimed, wrapping the hairband around the finished product. You stood up to look in the mirror at your boyfriend’s work, “I think my braids look cuter when your hair is shorter!”

^ im really sorry you had to wait this long. not only do reactions take me the longest but i also struggled to come up with different scenarios so i really hope this is all okay for you! thank you so much for your patience <3

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Bully Problems and Dark Arts Part 1 (BTS Hogwarts AU)

193. “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.” 

Warnings: Hard Angst (Eventually), Smut (Eventually), Dark, Violence, Dark Aftermath of the War

Word Count: 2,636

“Let’s see....bravery....so much more cunning.....and loyalty...but above all that is your intelligence and craving for knowledge... let it be Ravenclaw!”

10 years after the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort, the Wizarding World has since begun the process to rebuild and become more inclusive to the parts of its community that had been neglected due to the last 20 years. Now there is more magic. The light won the war against the dark, but in doing so, gave way for greater magic. More natural and powerful and overall grey. But all things can turn dark and all light can dim. The war left more than the British Ministry in shambles, several branches of government around the world collapsed as Dark Lord Voldemort had recruited and killed leaders mercilessly. Nearly a million children born just before Dark Lord Voldemorts rebirth, during the war, and just before the final battle were displaced and orphaned.

The first thing I noticed about Hogwarts was the grandness of the castle. I could feel its magic miles away on the Hogwarts express. After the fall of the Dark Lord that was Voldemort, magic tried to balance again and failed due to the blinding light that won the war. So, she blessed the recent and future born witches and wizards with ancient magic that had either died out or been dying out. There have been 3 Dark Lords within the past 200 years and the lull of the dark turned the eyes of most of the Wizarding community from other forms of magic and practices. Ministries labeled Grey magic and practices as Dark out of fear. There has been a surplus of magical born from the muggle world and the wizarding community. A big BOOM you could say. Several years after the Battle at Hogwarts, Minister Shaklebolt along with Hermione Granger found evidence that muggle-born witches and wizards were all descendants of Purebloods and that Squids indeed carry an affinity for magic but cannot possess it, so their children are born with magic. 

There were so many orphans from the war that the Ministry had trouble placing children and babies with the next closest of kin. I am an orphan of war. Born in 1998, my parents took me to hide in the muggle world but were killed when we were found. Like many others, they refused to join the Dark Lord and became one of the many parents and young couples made an example of. With so many children displaced, finding family was a long effort and the Ministry was in shambles at the time. They grouped us, orphans, together until any family came forward or they could perform an identification spell. With all of the unconfirmed casualties and missing witches and wizards, many orphans were left in our makeshift communities. Since it was hard to find my next of kin, I stayed in one of these communities. My name is Y/N and I am a Ravenclaw.

My first year started out fine. All of us first years were nervous. Dubbed the new generation to officially mark the 11th anniversary since the fall of one the most notorious Dark Lords, we were given much-unwanted attention. Much like the children of the Golden Trio. Rose and Tulip Granger-Krum, Hermione Granger and Viktor Krum’s twin daughters. Hugo Weasley, Ron Weasley and Romilda Vane’s son. Lily Luna Potter, Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood’s daughter. Our magic is more raw and different from those who fought the war. The wizarding community had to add classes and curriculum for arts and practices not taught to students in centuries. Thankfully, the studies were actually accurate given that these arts were well documented, just not practiced without a real affinity for it. Outside of the basic Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Arithmancy:

Healing Magic and Incantations

Natural Magic or Elemental Magic

Illusion Magic

Psychic Magic and Dream Magic

Necromancy

Runes and Blood Magic or Conjuring

Obscured Magic or Emotion Magic

Chemical Magic or Potions

Dark Arts or Alchemy and Matter

Rituals and Dance Rituals

Hymns

Everyone wanted to meet the descendants of the Golden Trio. The train ride was full of students trying to get inside the compartment the children shared. Thankfully, they had me and my dear friends Jungkook and Taehyung already inside when they burst into our compartment to wave goodbye to their parents. The three of us simply sitting and watching the joy and fear on their faces at leaving their parents for several months. When we cleared out of Platform 12 3/4, they finally saw that they had entered an already occupied compartment.

“Hello,” Jungkook, Taehyung, and I said.

We were greeted with nods and they introduced themselves to us, the twins first,

“Hello, we are Rose and Tulip Granger-Krum.”

“Hi...I’m Hugo Weasley....”

“Lovely meeting you all, I’m Lily, Lily Luna Potter,“ a nearly serene smile on her face.

“Nice to make your acquaintance. This is Jungkook, Taehyung, and I am Y/N.”

Confusion clouded the twins' eyes for a moment before they realized why I did not include any last names. 

“Oh....”

Taehyung spoke up at their sudden mood drop,

“No need to be sad. We’re all friends. yes, we are among the majority of the orphans attending Hogwarts this year and making friends would be nice.”

Jungkook piped up then,

“Yeah, most of us on the train already know each other. We are mostly from the same community, so we usually don’t have to make many introductions to new people.”

The four descendants smiled at us and sat adjacent to us. After the compartment being bombarded three times after they were sighted by passing students, I locked the door and drew the blinds wandlessly. Not giving any thought that these four probably haven’t had many interactions with the more powerful of our generation until I saw the slightly shocked looks on their faces. Taehyung and Jungkook were already used to it.

“Sorry, I forgot that....”

Hugo shook his head,

“No, it’s fine, honestly. Our parents explained to us that-”

“That many of the students that would be attending and are attending Hogwarts were more powerful and gifted than any of the past 6 generations.” 

Lily Luna Potter interrupted her friend and gave him a pointed gazed that made Hugo look down in embarrassment. She then continued,

“Hugo has a way with words. A way of accidentally insulting others.”

I smiled at her explanation,

“Some of the other kids in our community are like that. Except, they have a way of being socially inappropriate. One guy, he talks in innuendos accidentally because his affinity is for Hymns and Song Magic.”

The rest of the ride was peaceful and the sorting had the Granger-Krum twins and Potter join me at Ravenclaw. All us orphans were sorted first. It was awfully awkward when several students would step towards the stool when their first names were called. Thankfully, I was the only Y/N.

It was my second year at Hogwarts that things changed and I only had my friends, Lily, Rose, and Tulip. It was my friends from my community that changed. Most of us having not been claimed and growing up together, we were family. But then...after being sorted and passing through our first year with Exceeding Expectations and Outstandings....families started coming forward. Apparently now ready to claim their lost child, sibling, grandchild, cousin, niece, or nephew. Our big community was shattered into pieces. These pieces contained small groups now, of 3 or 4 students. But there were a few that remained larger. Several groups contained 5 or more. Despite being in different houses, they remained close. The groups were gendered and everyone was now within only 1 to 4 years within the age of each other. Funny enough, no one separated based on powers or blood status, we remained mixed in that notion. It was a nightmare however, pranks started and the pranks turned into prank wars. I don’t know how it could have happened. Everyone who was one so close refused to acknowledge each other in halls. Referring to each other by last names now that they officially knew what they were. 

Not everyone was at each other's throats though. But they all still pranked nonetheless. Bangtan Boys are the prime example of that. Sometimes intermingling with EXO or GOT7, but a majority of the time, they kept to their own close group. Kim Seokjin- Ravenclaw.... is the oldest, kept their pranks from starting all-out wars with Healing Magic. Min Yoongi- Slytherin..... is the second oldest and the calmest looking, but he has a tendency towards darkness with Runes, Blood Magic, and Incantations. Jung Hoseok- Hufflepuff..... next being the brightest of the group, has an affinity for Natural Magic. Kim Namjoon- Ravenclaw..... is by far the most level headed, the balance of light and dark with Incantations and Conjuring. Park Jimin- Hufflepuff....flirts and likes to dance with the darkness but is light, with Dream Magic and Illusion Magic. Kim Taehyung- Slytherin.... is the lightest grey of magic I have ever seen, with Elemental Magic, Healing Magic, and Obscured Magic. Lastly, there is Jeon Jungkook- Gryffindor, he was my best friend and my big brother, he has Natural Magic, Incantations, and Potions. All were from my community but we might as well be strangers now.

It was also this year that many of the non-orphaned students began to display their affinities. Lily’s was Dance Rituals and Incantations. Tulip began displaying an affinity for Dance Rituals, Healings, and Chemical Magic. Rose showed signs of Matter Magic and Potions, but she had a clear affinity for Dance Rituals.

My third year at Hogwarts started with an awkward confrontation on the Hogwarts Express while Lily, Tulip, and Rose were visiting other compartments to find Hugo. I was on my own in the compartment when a group of four girls came into and huddled around me.

“Listen Y/N. You are one of the few from a community in our year that hasn’t chosen a group yet. We can’t accept this. We are offering you a chance to join us. I know we weren’t the closest in the community but we were always nice to each other then.”

“She’s right Y/N. We are stronger in numbers. Loners get picked on easily and you don’t want a target on your back.”

“We want to look out for you. Especially since the Bangtan Boys have nothing to do with any girls since they formed.”

“You were just a pet to them Y/N. But it’s girl versus guys now. You don’t want to be one of the few girls getting snagged and dropped like the rumors we’ve heard.”

I could only laugh as I looked at these weak girls. Two Healing Magic, a Dream Magic, and an Incantation. They may mince their words and play at being the hero they feel I need. But they know better.....They know much better...

“You think you can help me? That I need your help?”

The room was suddenly icy, but it did not bother me. They all turned from warm and falsely pleasant to growling annoyance.

“Y/N you need to choose us. Who else is going to take you?”

“Bangtan Boys? Oh please, they are boys. What use would you be to them except for another toy?”

“The way I hear it, Karen, all her other friends who left her were their toys too.”

“No-no Rebecca, they only wanted to get close to the guys for their powers. Those boys are among the strongest of us.”

“All of you shush. As if Y/N wouldn’t accept our offer. No one has made one to you before right? We are the firsts and the only ones interested in your barely existing ass. So, why don’t you show some respect and say thank you for letting you join us?”

The icy cold became very bitter and the girls were suddenly shivering. My emotions got the better of my mind. I let them seep out to give a warning through the temperature in the room. Would harming these selfish bullies be worth it? Would it be worth the questioning? 

I arouse from my thoughts to the sensation of a stinging on my face. Karen was it, had taken advantage of my momentary lapse in thought and actually slapped me. Fucking Karen. Abruptly I stood and they jumped slightly but tried to maintain their illusion of dominance over me.

“And just what are you going to do?”

“You’re a weakling.”

“You excel in classes but you perform each spell and incantation so basically.“

“Is there anything special about you at all?”

“I doubt it, Cameron. Look at her. Thick, round face and eyes. Doey-eyed. Innocent little orphan baby with no relatives to claim her.”

“More like, no one would want to come forward to claim her. The only people who would ever want her are already de-”

Physically, my magic threw Cameron into the window of the train. A small crack and indention in the glass from where her body hit it. Instantly, Karen went to her side and pulled her up. Through this distraction, I began to make my way to my compartment door when Shelly screamed at me,

  “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.”

A switch flipped and looking directly out of my compartment window I could see his worried eyes. Those eyes that refused to look my way since last year and all I could do is smile in that way that always scared him when we were growing up in the community. Sending a wink his way, I flicked two fingers and the shades to the compartment were drawn. Turning, I faced the girls with this smile and all illusions of grandeur were gone from their faces and eyes. My magic: Obscured, Natural/Elemental, Conjuring, Chemical, and Dream. I am a dark gray that borders dark and sometimes, the dark likes to snuff out the little grey there is in me. As Rebecca, Shelly, Cameron, and fucking Karen were about to learn. Yes, it is worth it.

At the sorting feast of my third year, I felt seven pairs of eyes on me. He told Bangtan. Of course, he did and now they’ll be watching me again. But it’s not like they care. It’s because of their fear. Kim Seokjin was sitting only several seats away from me. Observing. Min Yoongi was watching me from his seat at the Slytherin table, waiting to strike if needed it seemed. The others were merely glancing at me throughout the meal. 

It was the following morning that I became the talk of the Great Hall. Three black Ravens, carrying several house sigils, approached the Ravenclaw table and landed in front of me. Lily looked at me with sorrow and Rose and Tulip with curiosity. The three sigils in front of me were from The Most Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw, The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, and The Most Ancient House of Lestrange.