#i like how both vitality and yoongi were like why the fuck did he do that??

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Holy shit WHAT A RIDE this chapter was!!

Versus | MYG, JHS - Chapter 6

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: mentions of weapons - blades, mentions of blood/bleeding, stabbing, explosions, fighting (hand-to-hand combat), flesh-eating bacteria, a plane nearly crashes, switching POVs, kissing, grinding, Vitality gives in to temptation, Yoongi and Hobi give in to their instincts

Word Count: 2.7k

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?

A/N: We're upping the ante with the battles this chapter! The lines are really starting to blur for our superhero and villains alike.

The chapter title comes from OK Go's Here It Goes Again:

I guess there's gotta be a break in the monotony But Jesus, when it rains, how it pours

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don't be a silent reader! 🥺 My inbox is always open! 💕

Chapter Five ✨ Series Masterlist ✨ Chapter Seven

Chapter Six: Jesus, When It Rains, How It Pours

As far as weeks go, you’ve had better. 

Monday started off with a bang when half of midtown was ravaged by a gila monster the size of a jumbo jet that escaped from some mad scientist’s lab after getting into some horrifically effective secret growth serum. Tuesday you took down an entire team of disgruntled ex-military men threatening to blow up the city if the officials didn’t meet their demands for, uh, actually, you never asked what they wanted, you just defeated them before they could do anything other than terrorize a whole building full of innocent hostages. 

Wednesday was nothing but meetings and team building exercises - honestly, worse than the giant lizard and the mercenaries combined. 

And here it is Thursday, and you’re once again fighting Yoongi. He’s really been on one lately, and you’re getting a little sick and tired of seeing his face. Especially when he won’t stop throwing those fucking blades at you and ruining your plans to spend the day relaxing for once. Well, relaxing as much as you can for a superhero busy constantly saving the world. So, like, eating banana Choco Pies and maybe binging a few episodes of All of Us Are Dead in between training sessions.

“Heads up, pretty bird!” Yoongi grins as another dagger hurtles through the air. You spin, avoiding the sharp projectile, and aim a high kick at his head. He manages to duck, dropping to his knees. Two more daggers slip from his sleeves and he chucks them as he laughs gleefully. 

His plan is going fairly smoothly today. It was so easy for him and Taehyung to break into the high containment lab where the government’s Disease Control department stores the deadliest pathogens on the planet under lock and key. Even easier to incite hysteria when he threatened to release a vial of flesh-eating bacteria into the water supply. He so loves to watch leaders scramble about like helpless ants, just waiting to be squished under his big black boots. 

Not to mention how much he enjoys the thrill of causing a total meltdown amongst the public at large. It’s too easy to manipulate people. They’re so dumb and panicky. 

How he loathes them.

But as much as he’d love to actually release some of these vicious viruses, he’s really only here because he knew you’d come. And now he has you trapped in an enclosed space, surrounded by vials filled with instant death, making it impossible for you to use your powers. You can’t exactly blast him to hell if it means you might accidentally smash some of these tubes and release the doom stored inside. Especially since he and Taehyung destroyed all of the room’s defenses meant to keep any breaches safely enclosed within.

“You won’t get away with this!” you hiss as you knock one of his daggers out of midair with a well-timed kick. 

“Are you sure about that? Seems like you’re fighting with clipped wings, pretty bird,” Yoongi chuckles darkly. “Careful! Wouldn’t want to let any of these icky germs get out, now would we?”

Lunging forward, you tackle him to the ground, pinning his arms down so he can’t release any more blades. You still don’t understand where the fuck they all come from - is he conjuring them out of thin air? Or does he have a whole bunch of them strapped to his body at all times? Is his pale skin just a collection of scars under his pinstripe suit? 

“What exactly is your plan here? Release the bacteria, and then what? What do you want?” 

What does he want? You, writhing underneath him, begging for mercy. It’s all he desires.

“I want chaos. I want to bring the world crashing down around us, until the streets run red and only the strongest survive. This world needs culling, and I am the reaper!” His eyes flash as he rants, fidgeting, trying to rock you off of him as you straddle his chest, keeping his hands pressed against his sides.  

“You’re the reaper? No, you’re a disease, and I am the cure!” you snarl, fist curled, winding up to deliver a knockout punch. 

Yoongi cackles wildly. “You’re the cure? Be honest–did you just come up with that, or did you rehearse that before you got here?”

Well, not that he needs to know, but yeah, you’d rehearsed that since the moment you left headquarters. As soon as you realized you were headed to the infectious disease vault, you knew exactly what you wanted to say for your finishing quip. Stupid fucking superhero banter.

“Fuck you!” A little more pithy than witty, but it’ll get the job done. Just as you’re about to smack him six ways from Sunday, there’s a stabbing pain in your shoulder. With a wounded shriek, you reach behind you and remove a dagger, point dripping with your blood. 

Taehyung stands in the doorway of the vault. Goddamn it, you forgot all about the sidekick. All the supervillains you fight always have a loyal lackey just waiting to step in and prove their mettle. Yoongi must’ve trained him to handle his blades.

His presence distracts you long enough for Yoongi to wiggle his arms free, throwing you off of him. Yoongi reaches for the dagger but you manage to keep a strong grip on it, and the two of you begin to wrestle, limbs tangling as Taehyung suddenly shouts.

“Hyung! Look out!” A vial sitting dangerously close to the edge of the counter suddenly topples onto its side, glass shattering. “Don’t let it hit your skin!”

It’s the flesh-eating bacteria. Your tussling with Yoongi has brought you right next to the counter, and your back slams into the solid cabinet doors. Time seems to slow to a crawl, every second stretching to an eternity. You glance at Yoongi before you look up, staring in dread as the contents of the tube begin to drip towards your face–

THOCK

A burst of wind ripples past your head and suddenly there’s a dagger sticking out of the wood, directly between your face and the oozing strain, catching every drop that dribbles down. Startled, you whip your head around to gawk at Yoongi. He’s frozen, arm still raised, a fierce look on his face. 

“Don’t just sit there, fucking move,” he growls, and you snap to, quickly jumping away from the counter as the lethal microbes run down the blade and trickle onto the floor where you had been a mere millisecond before. You lie on your side, panting, bewildered. Why the fuck did Yoongi do that? 

Yoongi’s stunned. Why the fuck did he do that? You were this close to becoming a bacteria buffet. If he hadn’t saved you, you’d be dead. He hadn’t even thought about it, just reacted on instinct, tossing a blade to protect you. 

Fucking hell, once again he really needs a minute to think. But now isn’t the time for any self-reflection, not with sirens blaring and Taehyung screeching in his ear that they need to leave before you shake off your shock and capture them both. He allows his confidant to pull him to his feet, and then he’s running, as fast as he can, away from the lab, away from the building, away from you and the expression on your face of total confusion - mixed with the one emotion he hates above all.

Hope.

Hobi’s made a slight miscalculation.

This thought occurs to him as he stumbles out of the cockpit of the jet, which is gradually diving towards the ground. 

See, his brilliant plan this week was to trap you on a jet skimming the upper bounds of the atmosphere and force you to fight him without your powers. After all, it’s an enclosed space about 6,000 miles above the ground. Since you can’t fly, why would you put yourself at risk by tearing a hole through the cabin or blasting one of the engines into smithereens?

The thing is, no matter how many times he had Jin sift through the scenarios and crunch the data, he completely forgot to take one factor into consideration: you’re kind of a compulsive idiot. 

“The controls are completely shot,” He hisses as he stalks across the cabin to where you’re standing, staring at your own hands. “As you in fucking shot them with that last blast!”

“I didn’t fucking mean to! Obviously!” you shout, snapping out of your shock. You’d been trying, really trying not to give in to the urge to just blow this asshole out of the sky, but he wouldn’t stop throwing punches and you just wanted to stun him, wind him enough to knock him down and pin him, except you forgot how fucking slick he is, how he moves like water when he fights, lithe body bending in ways you couldn’t even dream to, and with one smooth side step he’d avoided your blast. 

And now there’s a giant hole in the instrument panel and you’re going to die. 

Hobi should’ve prepared for this eventuality. He should’ve packed at least one parachute. 

Add it to the list of things he’ll go to his grave lamenting. 

“So what do we do now?” you ask, spinning around the empty cabin of the plane, looking for something that might help. Not that you have a fucking clue what would help. This isn’t a situation they’d trained you for when you’d started with the company. It was always assumed that if there were an air battle, one of the flying heroes would handle it. 

“We fucking die,” Hobi hisses. For once, he wishes he had Jin in his ear to tell him everything will be alright. But his communications are on the fritz thanks to the gaping maw that used to be the front of the jet. “Unless one of your stupid coworkers is about to swoop in here and save us?” 

One minute, you were on your way to a charity event, dressed to kill in your bright red strapless sequined gown, slit cut halfway to heaven up your right thigh, most decidedly not wearing the headpiece from your uniform despite your PR rep’s insistence because you think it’s tacky as fuck (and besides, it clashed with your dress something horrible), when your driver suddenly keeled over, blood spurting from his mouth, and the car went off the road. Before you could free yourself from the wreckage, you felt that invisible pulsing again, and everything went black. 

Now, as the train of your dress trails behind you, tattered from your fight, you wish you’d worn that stupid ugly-ass headpiece after all. Damn you and your fucking pride. There’s a locator beacon in the headpiece, which would really be handy right about now. You know Doc will track you eventually, but you’re not feeling very hopeful that he can do so before you become a superhero pancake.

“Save us?” you sputter, spinning around the empty cabin. “Who is this “us?” If anyone were to get saved, it would just be me, you fucknut! No one is coming to save you!” Whirling again, you aim a high kick at his head, scowling as he ducks. You chase him down the aisle, angrily tossing punches left and right, your throws getting sloppier the more irate you grow. “And you probably had that fucking radar-evading tech on again, just like you did in Argentina, right?? So no one knows I’m here and no one is going to find me until they dig my body out of the rubble!” 

Hobi catches your clumsy right cross and yanks you towards him, intending to restrain you, but the plane suddenly dips further and he ends up flat on his back, tugging you on top of him.

You huff furiously as your nose brushes his. From this close, his eyes are molten lava, burning into yours. His skin scorches you where it touches you, as though his entire body blazes with heat beneath you. 

Hobi is out of ideas. Out of brilliant plans, out of in-the-nick-of-time maneuvers. He knows his henchmen won’t get to him fast enough, no matter how swift his jets might be. So, for the first time in a very, very long time, he lets the panic take over. He stops thinking, and moves on instinct.

Wrapping a strong hand around the back of your head, he pulls you down, crushing your mouth onto his. 

There’s brief shock on your end, before the impending doom of your current situation floods your brain, sweeping all rational thought away in its wake, and you thread your fingers through his dark hair, cradling his head as you kiss him fiercely. You’re about to fucking die–why not live a little first? Go down happy. Or at the very least, anything but scared.

Of course his lips would be so plush. Of course his tongue would taste like sugar. Why would his kiss be any less irresistible than the energy flowing through him? Because it’s calling to you, again. Like a sweet siren song, an inviting melody only you can hear. 

This time, there’s no reason not to give in. 

As Hobi licks into your mouth, blindly needing to feel something, anything else right now, other than fear, and finding himself quite surprised that he is, you curl your fingers into his dark shirt and feed, pulling his energy into you. 

Hobi’s eyes go wide at the first tug. What is happening to him? It feels like something surging through him. His eyes roll shut in ecstasy. Holy shit, whatever it is, it’s fucking amazing.

You groan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the pulsating sensation of Hobi’s energy entering you. God, is this what it’s like to feed from a human? Jesus, why did you wait until death’s door to try it? You settle against him, thighs straddling his, and your eyes fly open (when did they close??) as you realize he’s hard as a rock between your legs. Is it from the kiss? From the fighting? Or could draining him of his energy feel as good for him as it feels for you?

The force building inside you is so intense, stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before - even more powerful than that nuclear warhead you’d disarmed one time by draining it dry. It’s extraordinary, how fucking good it feels, how fucking good Hobi feels, and as the sensation overwhelms you, you break the kiss, arching your back and letting go, releasing all that rippling energy in one big blast.

The jet explodes around you, disintegrating into nothing.

Hobi’s eyes widen in shock as you destroy the plane. Acting on instinct, he wraps his arms around you as you hurtle towards the earth in a freefall. He tucks your head into his neck, as if to protect you. 

Or maybe just to hold you close during the last few seconds of your lives. 

That’s when a strong hand suddenly grasps and yanks him out of midair.

“Shit, Vi, what the fuck did you get yourself into this time?” an irate voice demands, and then Hobi blinks and he’s zooming through the air as your flying teammate holds you both tightly and zips you towards the ground below. 

As soon as you’re standing on solid earth, your teammate throws Hobi down, pinning him to the soil. You drop to your knees, thankful to be on the ground again, breathing deeply as your heart continues to hammer frantically. Your teammate starts ranting about your “little stunt” fucking up his day off (as if you kidnapped yourself!). But you don’t respond, glancing at where Hobi, who lies with his hands cuffed behind his back, peers up at you. His dark eyes are turbulent, unsettled oceans churning wildly, and you know your own gaze matches his. 

Neither of you speak, and before long, he’s being whisked away by the containment team and you’re alone, staring at the dirt under your knees, marveling at how you survived but still feel completely wrecked. 

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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)

Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader

genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!

wordcount: 2.2k

taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine

a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!

series masterlist

part one part two

The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.

Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.

It was the only face behind the killings.

But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.

“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”

“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”

You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.

You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.

“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”

You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.

“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”

“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.

A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”

Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.

“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”

Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.

You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.

It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.

For the first time in forever, you looked alive.

Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.

“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”

Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.

You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”

Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”

The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.

You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.

Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.

He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.

Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.

This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.

It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.

The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.

After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.

They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.

A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.

A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.

Billy.

Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”

A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”

With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”

The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.

“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.

“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.

“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.

“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”

The subject's face dropped.

“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”

“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”

The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.

“What is this? What fucking game?”

“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”

“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”

A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”

“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”

He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.

A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”

Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”

Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.

Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.

He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.

That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?

[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]

[joheunsaram]

To Make A Power Couple - 07 (knj)

Chapter 7: Blanket Forts

THIS IS A REPOST SINCE I LOST ACCESS TO MY OLD ACCOUNT. PLEASE FOLLOW THIS BLOG FOR UPDATES ON THIS SERIES.

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Summary- At the hospital, Namjoon tries to make sense of what transpired as Y/N recovers.

word count- 6k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, angst, action, strangers2lovers

warnings- violence, blood, stalker, hospital, extremely fluffy scenes of Joon as a caretaker

a.n- wow i literally wrote this the fastest i’ve written any chapter! i hope you like it. although there is angst there is also a lot of tooth rotting fluff. special s/o to @jungkooksbroski for beta reading this 💕

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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Namjoon held your hand in both of his, his forehead resting upon them, as he waited for you to wake up from surgery, the beep of the heart monitor far too loud and ominous. His hood was on his head as his elbows dug into the ratty blue basketball shorts he had thrown on in a hurry. Even though the doctors had assured him that you were going to be fine, he was still worried. He couldn’t believe that you had gotten hurt at his own house of all places and he felt responsible as he replayed the scene in his head.

You looked so small next to the woman attacking you, it made his blood run cold. She was easily twice your size and the malice her gaze held was frightening. He barely registered her presence, how could she have been in his room the whole time he was home? Why didn’t he put his bags away so he could have caught her before she attacked? Why didn’t he hear someone else was home? He remembered hearing a noise while starting food prep and he assumed it was Moni just messing around. How stupid he had been. He was supposed to be your boyfriend, wasn’t it his responsibility to protect you?

He wasn’t even fast enough to pull her off you. He remembers time slowing down, his arms around the intruder as he tried his best to move her away but she seemed to be on a rampage, stomping on your arm. He remembers the moment her heavy boots almost flattened your arm. It was as if she wore them for the occasion. How did she even get in? He had never been happier to have Jungkook and Jimin around. If it weren’t for their help, he doesn’t even want to imagine how he would have managed. He could still feel the adrenaline in his body, hours later. The guards downstairs had been quick to arrive and he remembers sitting in his underwear trying to wake you up as he watched your arm twisted in an unnatural angle. Your scream still ricocheted through his head and he held your hand tighter, wishing you’d wake up already. The doctor had said it would take a couple of hours but he was on edge.

“But I love you!” the intruder had screamed as she was being dragged off by the guards and Namjoon hated his fame once again. He hated that it affected you, that it hurt you. If he was a nobody, you would’ve never been in this situation. You deserve someone who could hold your hand in public without fear that it might cause a controversy. Someone who you could show off at your events, someone you could travel with, someone who could take you out at normal hours to exhibits and didn’t have to sneak around with at concerts. Someone who screamed his love from rooftops, unlike him who only hid you away.

“Hyung. She’s okay. The doctor said she will be okay.” Jimin spoke softly, his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders as he hugged him back, feeling dizzy. Across from him Jungkook paced in the deluxe private hospital room that their company had reserved for them. The big room had a large bed, couch and television. Its warm wood furnishing and several fake plants were meant to emit a feeling of warmth but regardless of the size or decor, Namjoon felt like he was suffocating.

“She’s in surgery. Surgery. Because of me. Jimin what do I do?” He could feel a lump in his throat as he tried to stay strong. He knew logically that you would be fine, but all he could think was 1%. That’s what the doctor said the chance was of anything going wrong. He knew that millions of people broke their arms and were perfectly fine after a few months but you were his one in a million. The fact that he even met you was so random that he thought it fate. You always managed to do the impossible and in his emotional state that 1% chance was too large. Far too large.

Yoongi had arrived shortly after Jimin messaged the group about the home invasion and he stood next to Jimin and Namjoon, his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as he tried to force him to drink water. The three men tried to reassure Namjoon in vain as he finally let go of Jimin to sit on the couch, his eyes glued to the door, pulling on the sleeves of his sweater as his leg bounced on its own accord.

After almost two hours he saw the door open as you were brought in on a stretcher, still asleep as the nurses moved you to the bed, checking your vitals. Yoongi had to physically restrain Namjoon from running over to you so the workers could do their job, but as soon as they were gone, he was by your side.

You were okay. Nothing went wrong and it felt like a boulder had been lifted off his shoulders as he all but collapsed, holding your hand, his head gingerly resting on your stomach. The boys bid him goodbye soon after making sure he was okay, giving the two of you privacy but ensuring Namjoon that their phones would be on them in case he needed someone with him. No one was getting sleep tonight.

Before Namjoon could let his negativity flood him further, he felt your hand twitch between his and he sat up, looking at your face intently as you finally opened your eyes looking at him groggily.

“Oh thank fuck!” He exclaimed, standing up without letting go of your hand, instead squeezing it tighter as he looked over at you. Your other arm was in a cast, laying over your stomach, both your eyes bruised and swollen underneath, your nose still red as you looked at him with wide eyes. His heart pained as he looked at the evidence of his failings, but for you he smiled, small and not reaching his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m sorry. Who are you?” you whispered, your voice hoarse. Namjoon felt his heart race, like it was going to fall out of his chest, panic slowly rising.

“Who…? You don’t know me?”

“Wait… aren’t you famous?” You asked again and he dropped your hand in shock, shaking as he rushed towards the door. Memory loss? That wasn’t a symptom they mentioned. You didn’t have a concussion and it scared him that the doctors missed something, fear making him almost sprint the short the distance.

“What the fuck? Okay. Don’t worry. I’m going to get the doctor!”

Before he could reach the door, he heard you giggle, turning around in disbelief as he heard your next words. “Joon! Stop! I was kidding!”

“You were kidding? You were KIDDING?!” He almost yelled, before checking himself. His mouth hung open for a moment as you watched him walk towards you slowly and standing over you, his brows scrunched into a pained expression on his face. “Red. Red, Y/N. You can’t joke right now, do you know how scared I was?” He whispered, sudden relief turning into exhaustion as he felt his knees almost buckle. He had never felt this overwhelmed before.

“Hey. Joonie, baby. I’m sorry.” You called to him gently, reaching for him, your fingers squeezing reassuringly around his forearm that hung next to you. Hearing him call red made you feel suddenly guilty. Even in your worst fights where you were both screaming at each other, the most either of you had called for was yellow. You had only wanted to lighten his mood, crack a joke to make him smile for real but your post-anaesthesia brain couldn’t come up with anything better.

“You’re sorry?” He looked at you incredulously before his long arms were placed gingerly around your waist as his head reached for the crook of your neck, resting there and he inhaled. You smelt different, like disinfectant and he hated it, feeling his lip quiver as he spoke against your skin in quick, flurried words.. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, baby. Fuck! Why are you even with me? I literally put your life in danger! You should break up with me! You’re gonna have a gigantic scar and like metal inside you forever! You deserve so much -”

“Oh man! A scar? Who’s gonna marry me now?” You interrupted his rant and tried to make your voice lighter, wanting to ease his worries, assure him that you were back to normal. You looked at your useless right arm, wishing you could hug him but settled for slowly running your fingers through his hair with your left to calm him down.

“I’ll marry you. I’ll do it right now!” He moved his head away from your neck, leaning his weight on his hands that now rested next to you on the bed, looking at you intensely. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears and you felt your heart break. You cupped his face, your thumb stroking his cheek as you tried to comfort him.

“Come here. Lie down.” You winced a little as you scooted to the side despite his protests, making room for him. He reluctantly laid down, his head in the crook of your arm and his feet dangling off the end of the bed. You slowly caressed his shoulder and felt him relax as he nuzzled the side of your chest, his arm draping over your hips carefully. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. You’re the one that’s hurt.” His voice was small, muffled against you as his thumb traced meaningless patterns against you where it lay.

“Baby you literally asked me to break up with you and marry you in the same breath - you are not fine.” You spoke softly, your hand squeezing his shoulder as he took a shuddering breath. You looked at the dim tv that had the hospital’s menu channel on, displaying the time, 3:21 am. He argued not to worry about him, but you couldn’t help it. He had never looked more exhausted in your presence - even after twelve hours of dance practice on three hours of sleep, he didn’t look this drained. Your fingers moved upwards lightly scraping his scalp, his arm tightening around you, as you spoke. “I love you, you know that right?”

He sniffled, the hospital gown getting damp as he told you about his earlier worries. You hushed him, comforting him with words and coaxing him to sleep. His hand wrapped around the index finger poking out of your cast as he fell asleep after a while, his snores music to your ears. No matter what he believed, you still felt safe with him next to you.

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You looked at the soft light of dawn as it flows through the window, trying not to move as your arm throbbed in the cast. In the few hours since he fell asleep, Namjoon’s head had moved, now resting on your chest as his arm was draped over your hips, but he looked so peaceful that you dared not wake him up. You barely slept, your pain medication wearing off much too quickly. You had never broken a bone before, and as you thought about how dumb your fifth grade self was for wanting a cast, you wished your boyfriend would wake up at his own accord. You desperately needed to call the nurse for some paracetamol, but you grit your teeth and bore it. You knew you were being stupid and Namjoon would be genuinely pissed if he knew, but looking at his mouth hanging open as he drooled over you made you smile at the endearing picture infront of you.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), soon a nurse walked in for his morning rounds, waking up a groggy Namjoon who startled, almost falling off the bed, making you hiss as he accidentally held on too hard to your side to keep balance. He stood up, running his hands over his face in order to wake up properly while the nurse did the checkup, providing you with the pain killers you request. Once he leaves, Namjoon moves back to you, putting his arm under your head as this time you nuzzle into his chest. You talked about nothing as the drugs finally took effect, helping you doze off. Namjoon kissed the top of your head as you dropped off mid sentence, a smile on his face because you were alright, but a heaviness in his heart as he looked at the bruises on your face, dark blue and almost black.

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“Shh… Guys come on. Let her rest!”

Namjoon’s theatrical whisper is the first thing you hear when you wake up again. Your eyes open to your room filled with all your friends. The room had seemed extremely large the last time you were awake but now it seemed tiny. Jiyoung was sitting on the couch typing on her phone with a frown, an Apeach plush on her lap, next to her Siwon was talking animatedly with a tired looking Jungkook munching on some chips. The coffee table in front of them was full of snacks, gifts, and flowers. Seokjin, Yoongi and Jimin were talking about something hushed as they stood near the television, serious looks on their faces. Hoseok was bent over the humidifier in the corner which seemed turned off, messing with the controls and grumbling to himself. Harry sat in the chair next to the bed, talking to Namjoon with Jen standing over him with her hand on his shoulder. Namjoon sat on the bed near your legs, his hand on your calf, and Taehyung sat next to him clinging on his waist. Needless to say, it warmed your heart to see all the people you loved here. Maybe getting injured wasn’t that bad.

You winced as you moved up the bed to get more comfortable and suddenly all the attention was on you, the room turning into a cacophony of “How are you feeling?”s and “Are you okay?”s. Everyone was now crowded around the bed, looking at you with worry, Seokjin even handing you the RJ plush he’d brought along with him stating its healing powers. It was odd to be coddled by such a large group. Overwhelming, but in the best way.

“I’m fine guys. It’s just a broken arm.” You tried to diffuse the worries.

“You should look at your face dude.” Siwon stated, causing Namjoon to sigh, annoyed, and you to ask for a mirror. Oof you looked worse than you felt. By the bruises on your face it was a wonder how your nose wasn’t broken. Sheepishly you tried to explain to the group that it wasn’t that bad, but your friends were not convinced.

Soon the conversation turned from worries about you to who the attacker was in the first place. While you and Namjoon were in the hospital, Jungkook and Jimin had been to the police to give in-depth statements. Turns out Namjoon had a stalker - someone the company and security had been keeping an eye on for months, but who seemed to have fallen off the map 6 weeks ago. Apparently the same one who had caused the dates at the beginning of your relationship to always be under the watchful eye of his security team. No one knows how she had managed to break into the dorms but apparently she had been hiding out in his room for a week, his closet was full of tins of food she had consumed during her stay. It was surreal to hear that someone had been in the house and no one had noticed. It made sense to an extent - no one had been actively living in the dorms for a few weeks, especially not Namjoon so his room was never opened. The boys seemed extra distressed about it, and even thought themselves guilty. Namjoon’s words from last night echoed in your head. He put himself at fault, when really it was this woman’s fault.

No one knew what her plan was when Namjoon returned, and you didn’t want to find out. It might seem odd but you were glad that you were there to protect him in a sense. Apparently seeing you had started such a rage in her that she refused to talk further than the death threats she spewed against you. She was in jail and you hoped she stayed there for a long time.

“The police haven’t taken into account your assault. You should file a report.” Hoseok spoke for the first time, his face hardened. The room seemed in agreement, but you hesitated.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea…” you started, only for Namjoon, who was now seated next to you on the bed with his arm around you, to counter but you continued. “I’m just saying. Police records are public and if someone looks into this person who was charged with stalking Joon the same night as attacking me, they might put two and two together and I don’t want that to reflect on him or any of you guys.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Y/N?” It was Yoongi who spoke, clearly irritated and impatient. “Who cares about that? She attacked you, she deserves to be in jail.” His voice was quiet, but the frustration in his tone was not lost.

“She’s already in jail though… It’s not gonna make a difference.”

“Noona… I know it’s not our decision but you didn’t see yourself when she was attacking you.” Jungkook’s voice wavered as he looked at you with hurt in his eyes. “She deserves to pay for what she did…”

“Guys… I know you want the best for me, but it’s too risky… Even you all being here right now is too risky!” It was time for your voice to waver as you suddenly realized the impact of having all of them in the room. All it took was one shitty quality photo from a nurse’s Samsung to ruin their image. You didn’t know how you’d be able to handle it if you were responsible for their first big scandal.

“Okay. I’m going to stop you right there. This is a private place we always use. This is not a risk.” Seokjin spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if trying to explain the situation to a five year old. He didn’t do it in a condescending manner, more to make you understand. “Please stop worrying about us. Our company has stopped way bigger scandals from surfacing. Namjoon, can you please make her understand?”

Namjoon sighed loudly next to you, his arm tightening around you to pull you closer. It felt comforting, but you still felt slightly cornered. You just couldn’t see the logic in what they were saying. The attacker’s jail time would probably not change much with an assault added, at least you didn’t think so - so why was this a big deal.

“It’s her choice, hyung. I’m not going to force her to press charges if she doesn’t want to.” Namjoon looked steely at his member, before turning to you and softening. “But Y/N, I really do want you to make that decision without thinking of me or the rest of us. Can you do that?”

“No. Sorry. I can’t.” You were adamant and now you were starting to get annoyed. Namjoon was right - it was your choice - and it felt nice to have him on your side, at least partially, through this argument, but it didn’t make sense not to make it an isolated discussion. “You’re part of the situation and I can’t just make the decision without adding you to it. I’m not pressing charges.”

You heard a loud snort from Yoongi. “Why are you being an idiot?” He spoke to which Hoseok vocally agreed, causing you to almost yell your explanation in exasperation, before Harry broke the argument asking everyone to take a break and to lay off you.

There was thick tension in the room and it seemed to have sapped the air out of you. You felt uneasy, like no matter how deeply you inhaled you were breathless. You felt claustrophobic suddenly, squeezing Namjoon’s thigh, trying to control your heartbeat. Namjoon saw the distress on your face, immediately requesting everyone to move outside. It didn’t take them long to leave and somehow that helped you feel calmer.

When the room was empty, Namjoon looked at you. Turning to him, you buried your face in his chest, squishing the white alpaca between you and moving your injured arm on his stomach to hug him, despite the sharp pain that made you hiss. Breathing in his scent, somehow made the stress of last night catch up to and you cried. Namjoon held your head gently to his chest as you tangled your legs in his, wanting to almost disappear into him. You didn’t know why you were suddenly crying, but you couldn’t help it - it was like a dam broke, like you were leaking, your emotions cascading out of you onto Namjoon’s sweater. You couldn’t control your sobs and you wondered how loud you were being.

Namjoon felt his heart break as he held you. He had only seen you cry like this once -  the night he asked you to be his girlfriend - and it pained him that he was partially responsible for your tears today. He didn’t know what to do other than whisper “you’re safe now” repeatedly against your hair as you clung to him clumsily. He shouldn’t have let everyone visit so soon. He should’ve thought ahead. Of course you were overwhelmed, you were traumatized. He was an idiot.

When you calmed down enough to look at him, he wiped your tears gently, barely even touching your skin, and handed you some water from the bedside table. He tried to assure you the best he could, interrupted intermittently by nurses and discharge forms. He didn’t bring up pressing charges again and you were grateful to him for that.

He helped you change into clothes Siwon had picked up for you, insisting you take the wheelchair to the car despite your protests (“My arm’s broken, not my leg Joonie!”). Before you entered your apartment Namjoon asked his security team to do a sweep. You would never admit it to him but having the place checked out before you entered made you extremely relieved. You knew it was irrational to think you’d have another stalker waiting for you but it genuinely made you feel lighter, your anxiety ebbing away.

He spent the next few hours quietly worrying about little things, changing the code to your door, checking every lock, making you tea, and even cleaning your place to ensure you had “optimum comfort”, while forcing you to stay in bed regardless of your protests. After a while you couldn’t take him running around and murmuring to himself, especially when he decided to order from six restaurants for dinner. Walking into the kitchen where he obsessively cleaned a single spot on the countertop, you pulled him away.

“Joonie. Stop.” you gently touched his hand, startling him anyways as he looked at you in alarm.

“Oh. Do you need anything? Tell me, I’ll get it. Water? Bathroom?” He bent down slightly to look you in the eyes, searching your face for any discomfort.

“Namjoon, I have a broken arm, I’m not an invalid.” You rolled your eyes. It was sweet that he was this concerned but you seriously needed him to stop running around worried.

“Wait, you said Namjoon. Are you mad at me?” He looked alarmed, his eyes wide. Now that you looked at him closely, he didn’t seem to be doing too well either. His eyes seemed sunken behind his glasses, the crease between his eyebrow deep, and his stubble growing out more than you’d ever seen. You wondered if he got much sleep after you dozed off this morning. He even seemed skinnier somehow, though you chalk that up to your imagination.

“No baby I’m not mad at you. Just stop… obsessing. I’m fine. I swear.” You cupped his face with your working hand, thumb circling his cheekbones in an effort to relax him. He leaned in closing his eyes.

“Oh… oh. I just want to show you I love you. You know like you do…” He mumbled in a slight pout, averting your gaze.

“What are you talking about?”

“You always take care of me when I’m down. I want to take care of you.” You felt your heart glow in your chest. Sometimes you forget how much you love this man, but sometimes he says things that, for a lack of a better analogy, punch you in the face, reminding you why you love him. You wrap your arm around his waist, nuzzling your face into his chest, as he tentatively puts his arm around your head.

“You don’t need to deep clean my kitchen to take care of me babe. Just sit next to me. Let’s watch a movie.” You lean away from his chest to tell him, trying to tug his unmovable body towards the living room.

“Are you sure? I’m almost done. Just this one stain…” He lets go of you to grab the wipe again, only for you to pull at his hand.

“Joon. Leave it.” You say sternly, holding his hand as you lean up. “Kiss me.”

“What? No. You’re hurt.” He moves back and you have to convince your irrational feelings that he wasn’t rejecting you, he was worried about you.

“If it hurts, I’ll tell you.”

“No you won’t. I know you.”

“Joonie!” you whine and he relents, although it’s not a kiss you were hoping for. He settles for a series of small pecks against your lips, so light that you barely felt him. Sure even puckering your lips was slightly painful but you were annoyed, rolling your eyes at his lame attempt. And this was the man who had spanked you so hard once that you couldn’t sit without wincing for two days. The audacity.

Before you could protest he walked with you to the living room and turned on Netflix. Picking a brainless comedy, you forced him to lie down on your lap and even before the title had come up he was asleep.

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“What wrong baby?” Namjoon came from the studio to find you lying on the ground still dressed in your pajamas with half your hair tied lopsidedly as you whined at seemingly no one, ignoring Moni as he licked your face. If he wasn’t worried that you somehow fell, he would find the sight of you throwing a tantrum like a toddler adorable.

It had been three days since you returned from the hospital, but Namjoon hadn’t seen you looking this dejected before. You had been completely normal on Sunday, even agreeing to the guys coming over for dinner so they could apologize for their behaviour at the hospital. You had riffed like usual, making fun of Jin and Yoongi as they cooked even though it seemed like you itched to get in the kitchen and help, even getting especially giddy as your childhood dream of getting a cast signed by your friends was fulfilled. The next two days, despite everyone’s insistence you had returned to work, working from home. Fortunately Harry and Siwon had rescheduled or taken over all your client meetings to lighten your load. Namjoon had returned to work too but made sure to text you throughout the day and had spent every night with you, regardless of your protests of being an “independent woman that needs no man”.

“I hate this! I’m so frustrated! I feel useless and gross!” you whined as you thrash around on the floor comically with the biggest pout he had ever seen you sport. Dropping his bag near the door and trying not to chuckle at your cute behaviour, Namjoon walked over to you kneeling next to you.

“Aww baby come here” He opened his arms invitingly as you sat up, only for you to sit crossed leg in front of him to begin your rant. Moni moves between your legs and you scratch his head absent-mindedly.

“No! I can’t attend any meetings till my face doesn’t look like fight club, I can’t shower for two more days, I can’t cook because of this dumbass arm, I can’t even tie my hair! TIE MY HAIR, JOON. I’M UGLY, USELESS AND DISGUSTING. Please leave me in my misery.”

Your face turned red as you continued listing minor inconveniences that your broken arm bestowed upon you as Namjoon made his way behind you and put his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder in an effort to calm you down. Instantly you relax, huffing as you leaned into his chest. Today has been tough for you. You had spent two hours on a call relaying your game plan for a potential client to Harry and walking him through his nerves about the meeting, which drained you mentally. Your laptop had restarted two times without warning, your roomba had gotten stuck under the couch and you couldn’t reach for it, you had almost fallen in the toilet because the seat was up, you ran out of coffee, and to top it all off it took you ages to write anything with your left hand alone. You felt miserable and dejected.

“You’re beautiful. My slightly stir-crazy, extremely capable, beautiful girlfriend.” Namjoon kissed your cheek as you turned your head to scowl at him, not buying his flattery. He traced your features gently. He wasn’t lying, even with your face patchy with your yellowing bruise and a scab on your lip, you were beautiful to him and he felt his heart swell the longer he looked at your face. He still had trouble believing that you were with him.

“You’re only saying that cause you love me.” You whisper softly as you avert his gaze before starting to whine again as you adjusted your sling. “Ugh I just want to eat McDonald’s and die.”

“Not going to let you die, but let’s get nuggets.”

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“Baby I got us Chinese!” Namjoon called out as he walked in your home, hands full of takeout. Hearing no answer he called out again to hear your voice coming from the bedroom.

“Joonie! Crawl under here!” He saw you emerge clumsily from the floor, cast pulled close to your chest, as he entered the room where you had piled the blankets between the edge of the bed and the chairs that you had brought near it. “I made us a fort!”

Your giggles made his heart sing as he grinned and crawled under the fort, taking care not to knock it down. You had brought the lamp from the side table under as well, lighting the small space with a soft glow. He could barely sit up, his height making it difficult not to knock down your creation so he opted for laying down, his head on your thigh as you played with his hair. He sighed in content. It felt somewhat meditative sitting in silence with you under the many sheets, the pile of soft pillows in the corner adding extra coziness.

Soon you’re laying side by side, your fingers intertwined as you bounced your hands against each other. You were both looking at the makeshift comforter ceiling, soft smiles on your faces.

“Why the sudden fort?” Namjoon asks after a while, almost in a whisper, not wanting to break the spell of comfort you both were under.

“I don’t know… It’s stupid.” He turns on his side to face you, cupping your face to make you look at him. It’s the look he always gives you whenever you doubt yourself. A look that says I’m here for you, I’ll never judge you. “I used to build these when I was a kid and missed my mom… I guess I’m feeling kind of homesick. I know it’s dumb.” You chuckle a little at how childish your comments seemed. You were almost thirty and talking about missing your mom.

Namjoon hadn’t thought of this before - the fact that Seoul wasn’t truly your home. Sure you had introduced your mom to him over Skype a few times but he thought about how much he missed Seoul when on tour, did you miss Toronto that way too? You always seemed so content in Seoul, so content with your friends that he never thought about how your family wasn’t there.

“We can go visit home if you want?” He kisses your lips chastely as he continues, his nose nuzzling yours. “I can take a few days off. I’d like to meet your mom in person.”

“We don’t have to. I’m just being a baby.” You laughed as you moved closer and he put his arm under your head to pull you into his chest. You knew this bout was homesickness was temporary, but Namjoon’s words made your heart glow in your chest. It had been two weeks since your attack and although Namjoon had been a rock, helping you with everything from ensuring that you ate to shaving your under arms, you were nostalgic about when you were sick during high school and your mom would take the day off work to take you on a drive, buying you ice cream and snacks that definitely did not help your illness. His idea wasn’t a bad one but with how your injury had messed up your work schedule, you didn’t think you could take time off for a while, and you told him as much. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence again after that, dinner forgotten on the kitchen counter, as you laid under the blankets soaking in the cozy atmosphere.

Caressing your hip slowly where your shirt ended, Namjoon cleared his throat slightly, breaking the spell before he spoke in another whisper. “I could be your home… if you want.”

Moving your head from his chest you look up to find him gazing at you with a soft smile as he turns on his side again. You follow suit, the fingers of your uninjured hand tracing his chest where it stuck between the two of you. Your heart beat faster as you slowly comprehended what he meant, but you still needed him to clarify. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to move in together?” Namjoon was nervous - more nervous than he had been on your first date, more nervous than he had been when he asked you to be his girlfriend, more nervous than he had been after your first fight. The last two weeks had been some of his favourite with you, regardless of the circumstances that landed him there. He liked coming home to you every night, arguing over what to have for dinner, waking up each morning with his arms around you. You technically didn’t need him around anymore, your schedule was back to normal and you were more than used to navigating with one hand, but he didn’t want to go back to seeing you once or twice a week. How could he do that when he could see you everyday? The domesticity of your morning routines of coffee and reading the news together that had once scared him, were things he craved now. He even loved your playlist of the week startling him awake.

Your prolonged silence made his heart race as he bit his lip in anticipation. Before he could take back his question with a joke, you kissed him. Your lips molded around his tenderly as you took his lower lip between yours, relishing his strawberry lip balm. You break the kiss to whisper a soft yes, barely audible over the sound of your heart in your ears, and Namjoon couldn’t help breaking into a fit of giggles, his forehead against yours as he pulled you closer. He tried to control his reaction but the happiness flowing through him made him feel like he was floating.

“And they were roommates!” You made the dated reference as you giggled along with him.

“You are such a dork. I love you.” He said as he brought his lips back on yours.

“Yeah, your dork!”

“All mine.” He smiled, his eyes disappearing as his cheeks hurt from the joy he felt.

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[jungnoir]

destiny | 09;

⇢ summary: you’re just about ready to give up on life altogether; your love life is in ruins, you’ve lost your job, and your family couldn’t care less about you… and then you meet your blushing guardian angel, and maybe life isn’t so bad after all.

⇢ relationship: jeon jungkook/reader, min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: supernatural, angel!au, demon!au, romance, thriller.

⇢ words: 6.5k words.

⇢ warnings: mentions of depression, violence, vomiting. slightly nsfw toward the end.

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a/n: happy new year! I know it’s been quite a while (literally an entire year since I’ve updated) but I’ve had this chapter pretty much ready in my drafts and just hadn’t gotten around to finishing because. everything. regardless, I hope this sort of makes up for it. love you all! hope you’re doing well. also WOW I swear a lot in this one.

His hand on your neck is meant to silence any screams that might slip out. He applies the perfect pressure to avoid crushing anything vital (and just by the feel alone, you know he’s got quite an amount of strength to pull that off) while simultaneously stealing all your air and forcing you to cower in fear. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know this guy isn’t someone to be fucked with, and all you can think about is the fact that Jungkook is right outside and has no fucking clue what’s going on. The very thought fills you with dread.

“Then again, you’ve got someone helping you.” What once was just a particular, calculated press against your skin becomes a deliberate act of violence as he begins to choke you harshly. You know the pain of his grip might last for weeks, and that’s only if you don’t die in the next minute. “Just makes me wonder what’s so special about you.”

“Nothing!” You rasp out, clawing at his hand now in some weak attempt at breaking away. If you could make enough noise, enough commotion, surely someone-

-but the stranger has already stopped you quick. You aim to throw the door open or something but his free hand quickly apprehends you until you’re just a squirming mess on the verge of passing out. Even your legs are pressed firmly to the wall by his own body, holding you fast so that you can’t help letting a few tears fall. There was no doubt in your panicked mind that this was Seokjin, the angel who’d been trailing you from the shadows for what felt like centuries. His grand act of approaching you, something you’d dreamed up to be a major climactic brawl in a battlefield made for a spectacle, turns out to be so simple. Perhaps that’s what you got for thinking biblically. Why go through all the trouble when he could just squash the problem the minute a chance presented itself?

Now, all you can think is “I can’t die like this”. A sobering thought of pure contempt. Drowning in the river was preferable to this.

You muster what breath you can, eyes blazing, “How does it feel… being God’s lap dog?”

Seokjin is, funnily enough, stunned for a moment. All bravado slips through a teeny crack in his demeanor when you say that, and even though it’s a low blow, it’s also enough for you to thrust a semi-powerful kick to the dressing room door to make the entire thing shudder like an earthquake. That sound, coupled with your comment, makes Seokjin release you in a panic. You hear some gasps from outside, a few people inquiring if you’re alright. An employee sounds most worried amongst the voices. You’re just shy of swinging the door open and forcing Seokjin to be revealed or to disappear all at once, but then he’s grabbed the back of your collar as you scream in frustrated fury. Seconds later, you’re no longer in the dressing room anymore.

Instead, you fall flat on a rough, sandy surface. You’re overwhelmed with nausea, pain, and fear, so your whole body is struggling to pick up on the most important things outside of that, but you do realize quite fleetingly that it’s sweltering. It takes you a few seconds as you curl up on the ground to peek behind your hands that shield your face and discover that it’s blindingly bright where you are, almost like a…

For fuck’s sake. “Of all the places…” You whine with a sore throat, coughing right after from the strain.

Seokjin stands above you and uses his foot to kick you onto your back so that you’re staring up at him and the baby blue sky. His hair color plays against it in an unfittingly gentle contrast, “I thought we might need somewhere safer to discuss things. Oh, and speaking of discussion,” he waves a hand near you and you instinctively flinch back before you feel the pain in your throat subside. You wait a few seconds, but it seems whatever he’d just done had no effect on the rising bile in your throat, so you assume that’s something you’ll have to deal with on your own. What an ass. “Feel better?”

“Fuck you! Maybe if you hadn’t choked me out in the first place-”

“You’d have listened?”

“Maybe if you hadn’t hunted us down to kill us, we would have!”

Seokjin frowns, “I didn’t bring you here to talk about you and that boy, I brought you here to talk about you. I am only concerned with you.”

Whatever that entailed did not sound good in the slightest.

You scramble to your feet and immediately regret the movement as it makes you sick again. The more than 100 degree weather does nothing to fix that either, the sun beating down on you and bouncing off the dusty white sands directly into your eyes. You’re feeling something nasty rising up from your stomach, ready to projectile…

Just as the scene changes, you paint a Victorian rug with streaks of your vomit.

Seokjin immediately groans out loud, placing a rough hand at the back of your neck like one would grab the scruff of a kitten. You’re far too weak to protest, rubbing at your mouth with the back of your hand, so you let him toss you into a chair. The jerkiness of the action should have sent another eruption out of you, but you recognize the relief that has overwhelmed you from the touch of his hand. Had he fixed that too?

“Never the matter,” the angel growls, waving his hand and making the mess evaporate from the very fibers of the rug, “you’re all very fragile. I should have prepared you first.”

“How can you do all that…?” You couldn’t recall Jungkook or Jimin showing off any power like that, and whether it was because of Seokjin’s status or their modesty (and adherence to rules), you were unsure. Most likely both.

Instead of answering right away, Seokjin reaches forward a moving cart and you finally notice there’s a glass pitcher of water (hopefully) next to an array of empty glasses. You take the time he spends pouring some water for you to examine your surroundings.

It looks like a secret room in an old English manor house. The walls are painted a deep charcoal and with the absence of natural light, you could mistake it for the void. The only light that does exist is a strangely dim white light coming from the ceiling. What looks like a rather ornate shell of a skylight (sans the window to actually reveal, well, a sky), seems to hide said white light somewhere in it. It’s such a vague glow that you can’t pinpoint if it’s coming from a lightbulb or magic.

The rest of the room is just as ornate as the “skylight”, filled with deep oak bookshelves, golden artifacts, and shining decorations that already look like they cost more than your house. It doesn’t really matter the longer you think about it. All of it has to be an illusion… right?

A glass is placed into your hand and you break out of your thoughts to make eye contact with Seokjin. He hovers over you with narrowed eyes and when you look back at your surroundings again, you notice all the little decorations have disappeared. Why had he- “We can negotiate those bits of the deal later if you so wish.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You ask, hesitant to drink the water despite how much the heat of the desert had made you crave it.

“Like I said before, I brought you here to discuss you. I’ve been watching you and lover boy for a while and it has become clear to me that you’ve been pulled along for quite the ride. I’m sure it’s all very daunting.”

“It wouldn’t have been so bad if you hadn’t shown up.”

“How much do you know about our Lord and Savior?”

It was tricky to say the least. You’d grown up on tales of him, an over-powered being of immense stature. No one could come close to him, not even the devil. However, you’d learned bits and pieces from Jungkook, Yoongi, and the others to the point where your ideas of the figure had become skewed. There was no linear understanding of him. You honestly had no idea, “Probably not enough.”

Seokjin huffs, taking a seat from across from you in a chair similar to yours. Crossing a leg over the other, the angel stares you down, “Do you know why I’m after you both?”

“You want to kill Jungkook. Because he committed your sin.”

“Jungkook is my main target, yes, but it wasn’t my sin. My sin was sullying myself with a demon. Jungkook’s sin was sullying you.”

You frown, “He did no such thing! You had a fucking child! Jungkook saved my life!”

“You mean to say he ruined it. You were supposed to be dead a long time ago.”

You’d known that much, Jungkook had told you already. Even if he hadn’t, that had always been the plan. “It was… it was my choice and I wanted it then, I admit it. But I was hurt. I was overwhelmed. I wanted it because I was scared there would be no reason to keep going.”

The angel angles a brow upwards, “And the fallen was that for you? A reason to keep going?”

“It was- it was a lot of things. I was reminded that I existed, and that there are people who can love me the right way,” frustrated at the situation, you glare at him, “what the fuck? Is this some fucking therapy session?”

He has the gall to smile, “God knows you need one. I’d like to be the one to get inside that mind of yours.”

Shit. What if you’d given him just the right information to use against you?

You snap your lips shut and sink back into your chair, bubbling with more dread. He notices your sudden resolve and appears to want to ease your worries, “I’m not doing this to break you. Unlike God, I find you, as a person, quite redeemable. A gentle, pained soul who fell victim to the perversion of her guardian angel. It’s all very sad.”

So God did think you were a lost cause. Jimin had been right after all. However, you don’t want to keep talking when you’re so close to getting the information you’ve been waiting for. It seems even Seokjin isn’t fazed by your silence, continuing on without missing a beat. “You see, usually these angel and human matters can be chalked up to the angel getting too big for their britches. They think they can change things like fate: God’s very flawless plan from the beginning. They are simply… glitches in the matrix, you could say? That’s where I come in. I make sure these issues are handled and that everything goes back to normal. You see, God loves his humans. Truly. He has a bit of a temper, but it’s justified, you know? He loves you all so very much that seeing you stray from a holy and righteous path is heartbreaking for him. He can only excuse so much.

“So he doesn’t. But… sometimes I help him. I change his mind. Even Jesus had to convince God not to blame his executioners. The big guy gets real impassioned about those he loves. It’s all part of the territory of being in heaven’s sovereignty,” at this, Seokjin shrugs, “you were an unfortunate casualty of it. However, I brought you here because I think that you could be saved. You’re simply confused. I’m sure I could convince God to rethink... his punishment for you.”

Your eyes widen, nearly dropping your glass, “He’d do that?”

The angel nods, pleased, “Of course! After all, he just wants you to repent. If you show that you will, well, I could put in a good word for you. He and I are very close.”

“But only for me.”

Seokjin’s smile dims some. He was so sure he’d had you on the hook just then, “Well… yes. There isn't much I can say about angels. Humans are born sinful, but angels are born knowing better. If they succumb to sin, I cannot do anything about that. But… if you feel that you’d be leaving Jungkook behind, and if that would cause you to feel guilty, I can assure you that that would be taken care of. Your memory of him would be wiped clean and you’d receive another guardian angel in an instant. You’d be granted everything you ever wanted. You’d be able to live out a new path of life contrary to the one your fallen so selfishly carved out for you.”

At this, you begin to frown deeper than you ever have. It’s not out of confusion but deep, deep understanding. Seokjin’s deal was asking you to sell Jungkook out and in return… he’d make you happy. You’d forget all about what had happened and carry on a new person, virtually safe. You could only assume that meant forgetting Yoongi too. Everything you’d accomplished so far would be rearranged until the you that you’d become would be so unfathomable you wouldn’t ever consider it.

What scares you the most is that you actually consider it.

This all could end right now and you’d get out alive, maybe all the ordinary people you knew would get out alive too. You’d be completely removed from the situation. You’d just have to forget Jungkook.

“You asked me how much I know about God,” you start, thumbs twiddling, and Seokjin perks up, “the stories humans told of him always kind of scared me. He’s so powerful… he knew everything before it was even created. Nothing can get past him. And yet, he let humans have free will and the right to choose what their path in life would be. That part always boggled my mind. God’s supposed to love us unconditionally, but if we don’t return the favor, we suffer eternally. It seemed like a pretty big plothole in the otherwise ‘flawless plan’ you claim he made.”

“Yes, well, it’s not God’s fault that Lucifer’s so conniving.”

“But it is. Isn’t it? God created him. Lucifer is the one who brought sin upon the world but God is the one that created him. If he knows everything, why make him in the first place? It’s a fallacy,” Seokjin’s eye twitches just a bit as you lean forward, “that God knows everything. Isn’t it? He wouldn’t be so stupid. He had no fucking clue what he’d made when he made Lucifer.”

“I’d watch your tone. God hears all.” The angel’s ominous reply is all that you need to hear. He doesn’t tell you that anything else you’ve said is false or not. Of course not. You know as well as he does that you’re spot on.

You’re so stunted by the arrogance of it all that you have to laugh, “Allegedly.”

In that same moment, the white light above begins to flicker. A distant rumbling sounds from somewhere and that fear you’d felt earlier comes back with a vengeance. Seokjin looks annoyed, if anything, “I only have so much time to sit here with you to chat.” He stands up and walks over to you, seizing you by the arm, “So I’m telling you now that you still have a chance. No one else has to die. Do me a solid and make that a reality.”

Did he really not want to kill you? He’d had so many chances to. Even now, he could just… what did you have that made him hesitate? “You think I believe that?”

The ground rumbles underneath you and then you fall through, Seokjin’s grip slipping off your arm… or maybe being pried off.

Where you land next isn’t as disorienting as the last few times, but it doesn’t feel any better to be ripped away again without so much as a warning. For a moment before you land, you halt, almost floating. Then your feet make contact with stone and then your knees follow under the sudden press of gravity. A quick look around tells you that Seokjin is nowhere to be seen… and that where you are looks vaguely familiar.

The stone continues up the walls to the ceiling, creating a naturally cold room that expands no more than the size of a restroom (no toilets in sight, however). The furthest edge of the room from you is completely dark, while the other is helped by a fire stretching from one long, narrow wall to the other. There is no wood crackling beneath it though, nor is there an actual controlled area for it to burn. Flames simply lick up the bottom of the wall as if commanded by magic. While the rest of your body feels chilly, the warmth of the fire keeps your head warm like a fever.

You lay crumpled up on your knees and hands, staring into the flames with the most bemused expression, wondering what to do now. You’re definitely not intent on travelling to the other side of the room in fear of being met with something sinister you can’t see, but the fire only illuminates so much of the place and there doesn’t seem to be a door in sight. If Seokjin wasn’t here, you doubted this was a place he wanted to be.

Maybe he was torturing you? Intending to keep you in a dark, scary room in order to break your resolve? You didn’t know the extent of power he was allowed to wield but this whole transportation thing was starting to get really annoying. You chance a meek, “Hello?”

Your voice doesn’t echo like you expect it to. It sounds like it’s right up against your face, like you’d spoken into a pillow, the sound eaten as soon as it came from your mouth. Where the hell were you?

“...not exact, okay?!”

You pick up on a voice to your right and turn over with such speed that you land on your ass. Some stones move on the narrow wall, and then the room is illuminated from an entirely different source of light. It takes you a few moments to gather your bearings as your eyes attempt to adjust. Voices are frantic and coming closer, you can hear that much. You pick up on one instantly, “Jungkook.”

Your voice is weak with relief just as he comes into view. He looks an absolute mess as he throws himself at your feet and wraps you up into a bone-crushing hug. The strength of his hug doesn’t even bother you as you cling back with just as much force, grateful tears beginning to gush out of your eyes. You didn’t realize until then just how terrified you’d been, really. It was always there underneath the surface, but something about Jungkook’s sudden presence makes the reality of it all hit much harder. He smells like your shampoo still.

After a couple of minutes in his embrace, you pull away to examine his face, “Are you okay?”

He laughs and the way his tears have clogged up his throat make it sound more like he’s choking, “Who cares about me? Are you?”

You smile, tucking some of his hair behind his ear, “Better. With you here. Where are we?”

“Limbo, hell’s limbo.”

You’re not sure what to say in response to that. After what you’d been through in the last… however long it’d been, that seems the most plausible to you. “Is that like purgatory?”

“No,” another voice speaks from above you and only then do you realize that Yoongi is here too. He looms over the both of you but his gaze is fixed heavy on your face, “purgatory is where the dead go on their way to heaven. This is where the living come on their way to hell. Was a hell of a ride trying to get your ass down here.”

“Yoongi…” You peel back from Jungkook and stand up, a little wobbly as you lean against the wall, “...thank you. How did you do it? The places Seokjin took me… I felt like we were in a dream.”

His upper lip ticks up in a snarl, “It was. The place where you were is a void, heaven’s version of limbo. It’s where angels bargain with humans on the edge of death to repent. It’s an open playing field for angels to present themselves to their humans without them having to be dead or breaking a rule… not like the latter really applies to Seokjin, though. It’s only as strong as your will to be there,” with that, Yoongi reaches toward you and brushes what feels like sand off your cheek, or perhaps he just meant to touch you to make sure you were really here with the way it lingered, “and that’s the only reason I could pull you out.”

It was a lot to digest. You still couldn’t totally understand how he’d pulled you from heaven’s limbo if he was a demon, but that was beside the point. Right now, you just wanted to get out of this creepy box of a room for good. And it seemed you would be getting your wish.

Another figure became clear to you through the doorway, though this figure looked much more intimidating than the two by your side. Dressed immaculately with a sly smile that felt strikingly familiar, a man makes his way into the room, pressing a hand to his chest and bowing his head to you, “He had my help too, of course. A pleasure to meet you (Name), I’ve heard very little about you.” The man holds out a hand to you and you can feel both Jungkook and Yoongi stiffen on either side of you, but neither makes a move to stop him. This had to be another demon, no doubt.

You take his hand and shake it firmly despite your nerves, “T-Thank you for your help as well. May I ask who you are?”

The man grins wider, “You can call me Lucifer. Are you hungry?”

An entire array of human food is set out before you but you don’t have much of a stomach to touch any of it, though Jungkook seems right at home as he fills up his own plate. You can only guess he’s enjoying the hell out of having so much food at his fingertips without having to pay for it.

You can hear his delighted sound effects from the left of you as you both sit on one side of a long table. Lucifer sits at the head of the table to the right of you, also refraining from really eating anything. Yoongi sits right across from you on the other side with an annoyed expression on his face, fingers tapping the heavy oak table top in a rhythm you can’t decipher. It couldn’t be any more awkward.

“No appetite?” Lucifer asks, pointing to the food. There’s meat and vegetables and cheeses that you know and don’t know but none of it seems particularly appetizing to you at the moment.

You shake your head, “No. Actually, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you.”

“Ah, bet you’re bursting.” He chuckles and takes a swig of something you think might be wine. “Go ahead. I’ll try to recap the last couple of days as well as I can.”

“Days?!” You don’t mean to yell, you really don’t (especially not at the king of hell, but-), “It’s been days?”

Jungkook stops chewing to give you a concerned look, “Of course… how long was it for you?”

“Barely… half an hour, maybe more? But not days.”

“Yes, well,” Lucifer sighs, tucking his hands together in front of himself, “time works much differently in heaven and hell than it does here. Especially for those who end up in heavenly limbo. It’s essentially cut off from the rest of the universe which makes it that much harder to track those who end up there. Seokjin was smart in bringing you there than somewhere else on earth.”

Your head is throbbing at this point. If days had gone by, you could only imagine how much had changed since you’d been gone… “So… what has happened since then?”

“Apparently quite a bit, seeing as I was a last resort.” Lucifer’s tone almost sounds irritated. Like a petulant child, he glares over at his son with an unspoken tension that you would like to delve into much, much later when the important things have been moved out of the way. “These boys have been pretty busy trying to get you back. But we are all eager to know what happened while you were with Seokjin.”

Jungkook places a gentle hand on top of your knee under the table. For whatever reason, you note that his grip feels stronger than you’d grown used to. You’d thought the hug was just because he missed you so much, but even this simple touch was- “He… he found me in the dressing room, cornered me there and told me he’d been trying to get me and Jungkook alone. Somewhere he could really do some damage.” You recite all that you readily remembered, some details slipping as you focus on Jungkook’s touch. Yoongi’s eyes never stop boring into you. “He said a lot. He… he said he wanted to give me a second chance.”

Lucifer raises a brow at you, “At…?”

“Life. He said that if I… if I ratted out Jungkook, he’d work things out with God to set my life back on track. Memories wiped, a new guardian angel, the works.” You can feel Jungkook stiffen next to you.

“And did you take him up on it?” Lucifer inquires.

“No! No, I would… I would never. But he was so insistent… It sounded like he really wanted me to say yes. I don’t think he was planning to betray me if I took him up on it either.”

Lucifer heaves a heavy sigh. Folding his hands underneath his chin, the king of hell spares a glance at Jungkook, “He’s got a thing for innocents: those he believes did no actual harm in a situation. He’s always been soft that way. He has more of an affinity for humans than I ever did, but I have more reason to loathe humans than he does, so I guess it’s understandable.”

“He did… mention that none of this was my fault.”

“Of course! You were only following the path life laid out for you. It was the fallen angel you have beside you that decided to shake things up, and aren’t you lucky he did? It doesn’t surprise me one bit that you’re still alive. You’ve done nothing but suffer the consequences, it seems, against your own will.”

“But what about the demon he fell for? Or his child? Weren’t they killed so he could keep his spot in heaven?”

Lucifer leans forward, “I’m assuming your friends haven’t made it known to you yet, but they aren’t dead. They are both very much alive. In fact, the child in question was one of the people that helped in tracking you down. The mother… she is here, in hell, meant to stay imprisoned for all eternity. Or at least until the rapture,” with that, Lucifer drinks again, maintaining eye contact with your shocked stare, “but it was best that no one knew of their whereabouts. Only a handful of people even know that Inhui still exists. It’s become something of a legend amongst the demons and angels, shrouded in confusion. None of the angels would care for the mother, but the child would start an earthly war if they knew one still walked the earth. As far as they’re concerned, the child probably died from the natural complications of being an abomination.”

You frown, “How is that possible? An angel for every human on earth… that’s billions of angels and no one has even noticed the guy?”

“I was wondering about that, actually. He told us that he’d been walking the earth for a while now. Surely someone would have taken notice, right?” Jungkook speaks next, having abandoned his food entirely.

Yoongi snaps out of his bored stance, “Tae’s an anomaly. He’s forgotten everywhere he goes. His impression barely lasts long. Those people he encountered early on considered him a dream, or a hallucination, or a possession of the mind. His actual presence is… hazy. It’s easier to remember him by his name or his number, but everything else is-”

“Intangible.” His father finishes with a flourish. “No ordinary angel or demon could ever put a face to the name, only a feeling. Along with the rather excessive amount of glamours he employs when amongst the public, it is no wonder no one has sounded the alarm. Go ahead and recall his face in your mind, fallen. I’m sure you couldn’t piece it together even if you wanted to.”

Jungkook’s face screws up a little as an attempt, stricken dumb moments later when he can’t utter a thing. Your stomach churns at the thought, soiling your appetite even more.

It seemed like there was more to that story than you were being told, but you imagined that it would be quite a lot to relay to you in more than one sitting. After all, you still had no clue what you’d missed since you’d been gone, and it only hadn’t terrified you senseless because you were at least certain that the biggest threat to everyone’s lives had been right there with you the whole time.

“If you’re not planning to eat anytime soon, is there anything else you’d like to know? It’s not every day a mortal like you gets to talk to Lucifer.” With a small flourishing wave of his hand, Lucifer smiles at you, charming as ever. It was so strange. Yoongi acted nothing like his father, and yet you saw every bit of him in his expression.

You imagined Yoongi felt the need to distance himself as much as he could from his father’s intimidating image and had ended up creating his own in the process. Where Lucifer was inviting, however, Yoongi was… not for everyone. Even as he stares over the table at you, eyes hooded with what appears to be indifference rather than lasciviousness, you can’t help but see the other in him.

“I suppose not,” you murmur, “but now that I have the chance, I don’t really know what to say.”

Lucifer continues to smile, “Don’t fret! I’m sure after the doozy you’ve been in, you’ll need to rest up. You’re more than welcome to stay here until you feel it’s safe to go back topside.”

The thought of treating hell like a hotel to stay in was tickling to say the least. The minute you rise, Jungkook follows suit, nearly knocking his chair over in the process to follow you. “I’d appreciate that. Is there… perhaps a room I could cool down in? Maybe a bathroom?”

Lucifer had deposited both you and Jungkook in a rather nice room, fitted with all the things you’d find in a nice resort room overlooking somewhere like the Bahamas. The dark, brooding colors of Hell follow you even here, and what little light you are allowed in the room comes from fire or mysterious ambience. Still, it’s enough to splash your face with (what you’re definitely sure is) water in the ensuite bathroom.

Jungkook sits at the foot of the bed, watching you, “I missed you.”

Since the moment that the Lord of Hell and his son had left you to your devices, you’d become increasingly aware that something was off about your angel. You had imagined that it had been from the sheer worry he felt over you, but it was starting to feel different from that. Something not so easily explained. If only… if only you could figure it out.

You pat your skin dry and look over at him, measuring him up and down. Appearance wise, he still had the same haircut, same clothes, same shoes. It was the aura that felt different.

Slowly, you approach him from the bathroom and wish that there would be more light in the room to examine him with. In that same moment, what appeared to be a ray of warm light halos above you both, giving you exactly what you had wished for. When Jungkook looks up, he looks… radiant. “I missed you too…” You whisper, reaching out a hand to cup his jaw. At your touch, he shudders, melting into you, and those eyes then laser focus on your own. “Are you okay?”

“I am now.” He answers without hesitation, then turns to kiss your inner palm with such a sensual drag of his lips that you grow hot instantly. The surprise makes you yank your hand away and you swear you hear him whine at the missing contact.

“Y-You just look different.” You squeak, holding the aforementioned hand to your chest as if he’d burned you.

Jungkook’s bushy brows furrow. “Do I?”

When Jungkook had been an angel, he’d had a distinct glow about him that set him apart from others. It was cliche, but it made sense then. You knew that you were dealing with someone from another world. When he’d turned human, he’d felt softer, normal. He didn’t glow in any particular way lest the light hit him through the window just right. But now… that glow was back. In a way that didn’t feel familiar.

You reach your hand out again, but this time you let it wander. You push his fringe back from his forehead, then behind his ear, then down his neck to where a sweatshirt hides his collarbones. In a daze, you fall to your knees before his seated frame and push the fabric back some. You find… nothing. You don’t even know what you’re looking for. A vampire bite? What is so different?

Your hand starts to fall mindlessly as you wrack your brain, but it’s all for naught when Jungkook catches hold of it and intertwines his fingers with yours. His grip is warm and solid. But it’s still- “I thought he’d hurt you.”

You look back up into Jungkook’s eyes as he now leans over you with an intense stare. His hair curls around his cheekbones and twists away from his face at the nape, each strand fluttering as he inches closer until the longest ones are touching your face. “Not much. He healed what he did anyway.”

At that, your angel’s eyes narrow in their scan over you, “What did he do?”

You instinctively swallow. Perhaps because you remember the feeling. Perhaps because Jungkook looks like he could kill. “He… he had to get me to limbo. He had to…” You touch the skin of your throat the same moment you break eye contact, feeling the ghost of Seokjin’s fingers there. It wasn’t so long ago that it had happened after all. You could honestly still feel it.

The silence grows until it’s nearly unbearable, you eventually finding that Jungkook will say nothing while you continue to avoid his gaze. Against your better judgement, you chance a look up at him.

You don’t get very long to look. Jungkook takes both sides of your face and lunges forward like a man possessed and you are forced to follow. In your surprise, you stumble back onto your elbows and Jungkook slots himself between your legs, latching onto your lips in a searing kiss. It’s hot and fast and immature, the kiss of a person who has never kissed before and may never get the chance to kiss again. Youngho had never kissed you like this.

A gentle whimper escapes your mouth but Jungkook inhales it into his own. You feel something primal burn inside you when Jungkook growls out, crouching over you now like a predator cornering his prey, and he’s practically consuming you when you start to kiss back. Can you blame yourself? You easily fold into the feeling because it’s Jungkook and goddamn if you hadn’t wanted to kiss him badly before.

His inexperience does very little to dissuade from how good it feels too, and as you start to take over to guide him, he is all too eager to feel your reciprocated passion. The heady feeling he gives you in his sudden attack pushes all thoughts of Seokjin or the last few days out of your mind like a fast-acting asprin. All you can think of now is how tightly coiled you’d been and how Jungkook is loosening you up one press of his lips at a time.

He lays you on your back and you happily oblige, no cushioning found on the hard floor but you couldn’t care less. Jungkook is careful not to be too rough, aware of your needs as much as his own, and it’s jarringly sweet the way he cradles the back of your head to keep you from hitting it on your descent.

When he’s had enough of your lips (as if he could ever), he starts attacking your neck. He’s lapping at your skin and biting away as if he’s trying to remove all traces of Seokjin’s hands… as if he’s replacing the feeling with him and him only. “I’ll kill him,” Jungkook whispers, a foreign fury in his voice that makes your haze disappear in an instant while he continues to work at your neck, “I’ll kill him for ever touching you.”

Your hand shoots to his hair, feeling your heart beat faster from more than just the kisses, “Kook-” But any attempt at sobering up washes away when, to your surprise, he ruts against you. Youngho had never been that good at using his hips like that either. There was something definitely off with Jungkook.

As much as it pains you, you grab at his hair and yank back, ignoring (or trying to) the filthy groan that he gives in response before peeling away from your skin. You gasp for breath, absolutely winded, “What is going on?”

Jungkook pants past wet lips, “What do you mean-”

“Did Yoongi do this to you?” The sudden heated moment is over when you say that.

Jungkook’s blood has run cold. You have a very strong, haunting feeling that your mounting suspicions have proven correct. His eyes… as gentle as they always were when they looked at you, told you everything. He was not the same Jungkook you’d come to know. Something had happened to him. Something irreversible. You touch his face again and this time Jungkook does not move to embrace it. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world. “Why?”

In an attempt to escape your pitiful gaze, Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut, cutting you off from seeing him vulnerable any longer. It breaks your heart the longer he stays silent. There’s no denying it now.

A tear of his touches the palm of your hand instead of his lips this time, “How else could I protect you?” He chokes, weak, “I’m not your angel anymore. I can’t be like you. This is the only way... the only way I could stand to look you in the eyes again.”

[joheun-saram]

To Make A Power Couple (knj) | 7

Chapter 7: Blanket Forts

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Summary- At the hospital, Namjoon tries to make sense of what transpired as Y/N recovers.

word count- 6k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, angst, action, strangers2lovers

warnings- violence, blood, stalker, hospital, extremely fluffy scenes of Joon as a caretaker

a.n- wow i literally wrote this the fastest i’ve written any chapter! i hope you like it. although there is angst there is also a lot of tooth rotting fluff. special s/o to @jungkooksbroski for beta reading this 💕

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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Namjoon held your hand in both of his, his forehead resting upon them, as he waited for you to wake up from surgery, the beep of the heart monitor far too loud and ominous. His hood was on his head as his elbows dug into the ratty blue basketball shorts he had thrown on in a hurry. Even though the doctors had assured him that you were going to be fine, he was still worried. He couldn’t believe that you had gotten hurt at his own house of all places and he felt responsible as he replayed the scene in his head.

You looked so small next to the woman attacking you, it made his blood run cold. She was easily twice your size and the malice her gaze held was frightening. He barely registered her presence, how could she have been in his room the whole time he was home? Why didn’t he put his bags away so he could have caught her before she attacked? Why didn’t he hear someone else was home? He remembered hearing a noise while starting food prep and he assumed it was Moni just messing around. How stupid he had been. He was supposed to be your boyfriend, wasn’t it his responsibility to protect you?

He wasn’t even fast enough to pull her off you. He remembers time slowing down, his arms around the intruder as he tried his best to move her away but she seemed to be on a rampage, stomping on your arm. He remembers the moment her heavy boots almost flattened your arm. It was as if she wore them for the occasion. How did she even get in? He had never been happier to have Jungkook and Jimin around. If it weren’t for their help, he doesn’t even want to imagine how he would have managed. He could still feel the adrenaline in his body, hours later. The guards downstairs had been quick to arrive and he remembers sitting in his underwear trying to wake you up as he watched your arm twisted in an unnatural angle. Your scream still ricocheted through his head and he held your hand tighter, wishing you’d wake up already. The doctor had said it would take a couple of hours but he was on edge. 

“But I love you!” the intruder had screamed as she was being dragged off by the guards and Namjoon hated his fame once again. He hated that it affected you, that it hurt you. If he was a nobody, you would’ve never been in this situation. You deserve someone who could hold your hand in public without fear that it might cause a controversy. Someone who you could show off at your events, someone you could travel with, someone who could take you out at normal hours to exhibits and didn’t have to sneak around with at concerts. Someone who screamed his love from rooftops, unlike him who only hid you away.

“Hyung. She’s okay. The doctor said she will be okay.” Jimin spoke softly, his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders as he hugged him back, feeling dizzy. Across from him Jungkook paced in the deluxe private hospital room that their company had reserved for them. The big room had a large bed, couch and television. Its warm wood furnishing and several fake plants were meant to emit a feeling of warmth but regardless of the size or decor, Namjoon felt like he was suffocating.

“She’s in surgery. Surgery. Because of me. Jimin what do I do?” He could feel a lump in his throat as he tried to stay strong. He knew logically that you would be fine, but all he could think was 1%. That’s what the doctor said the chance was of anything going wrong. He knew that millions of people broke their arms and were perfectly fine after a few months but you were his one in a million. The fact that he even met you was so random that he thought it fate. You always managed to do the impossible and in his emotional state that 1% chance was too large. Far too large.

Yoongi had arrived shortly after Jimin messaged the group about the home invasion and he stood next to Jimin and Namjoon, his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as he tried to force him to drink water. The three men tried to reassure Namjoon in vain as he finally let go of Jimin to sit on the couch, his eyes glued to the door, pulling on the sleeves of his sweater as his leg bounced on its own accord. 

After almost two hours he saw the door open as you were brought in on a stretcher, still asleep as the nurses moved you to the bed, checking your vitals. Yoongi had to physically restrain Namjoon from running over to you so the workers could do their job, but as soon as they were gone, he was by your side.

You were okay. Nothing went wrong and it felt like a boulder had been lifted off his shoulders as he all but collapsed, holding your hand, his head gingerly resting on your stomach. The boys bid him goodbye soon after making sure he was okay, giving the two of you privacy but ensuring Namjoon that their phones would be on them in case he needed someone with him. No one was getting sleep tonight.

Before Namjoon could let his negativity flood him further, he felt your hand twitch between his and he sat up, looking at your face intently as you finally opened your eyes looking at him groggily.

“Oh thank fuck!” He exclaimed, standing up without letting go of your hand, instead squeezing it tighter as he looked over at you. Your other arm was in a cast, laying over your stomach, both your eyes bruised and swollen underneath, your nose still red as you looked at him with wide eyes. His heart pained as he looked at the evidence of his failings, but for you he smiled, small and not reaching his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m sorry. Who are you?” you whispered, your voice hoarse. Namjoon felt his heart race, like it was going to fall out of his chest, panic slowly rising. 

“Who…? You don’t know me?”

“Wait… aren’t you famous?” You asked again and he dropped your hand in shock, shaking as he rushed towards the door. Memory loss? That wasn’t a symptom they mentioned. You didn’t have a concussion and it scared him that the doctors missed something, fear making him almost sprint the short the distance.

“What the fuck? Okay. Don’t worry. I’m going to get the doctor!”

Before he could reach the door, he heard you giggle, turning around in disbelief as he heard your next words. “Joon! Stop! I was kidding!”

“You were kidding? You were KIDDING?!” He almost yelled, before checking himself. His mouth hung open for a moment as you watched him walk towards you slowly and standing over you, his brows scrunched into a pained expression on his face. “Red. Red, Y/N. You can’t joke right now, do you know how scared I was?” He whispered, sudden relief turning into exhaustion as he felt his knees almost buckle. He had never felt this overwhelmed before.

“Hey. Joonie, baby. I’m sorry.” You called to him gently, reaching for him, your fingers squeezing reassuringly around his forearm that hung next to you. Hearing him call red made you feel suddenly guilty. Even in your worst fights where you were both screaming at each other, the most either of you had called for was yellow. You had only wanted to lighten his mood, crack a joke to make him smile for real but your post-anaesthesia brain couldn’t come up with anything better. 

“You’re sorry?” He looked at you incredulously before his long arms were placed gingerly around your waist as his head reached for the crook of your neck, resting there and he inhaled. You smelt different, like disinfectant and he hated it, feeling his lip quiver as he spoke against your skin in quick, flurried words.. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, baby. Fuck! Why are you even with me? I literally put your life in danger! You should break up with me! You’re gonna have a gigantic scar and like metal inside you forever! You deserve so much -”

“Oh man! A scar? Who’s gonna marry me now?” You interrupted his rant and tried to make your voice lighter, wanting to ease his worries, assure him that you were back to normal. You looked at your useless right arm, wishing you could hug him but settled for slowly running your fingers through his hair with your left to calm him down.

“I’ll marry you. I’ll do it right now!” He moved his head away from your neck, leaning his weight on his hands that now rested next to you on the bed, looking at you intensely. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears and you felt your heart break. You cupped his face, your thumb stroking his cheek as you tried to comfort him.

“Come here. Lie down.” You winced a little as you scooted to the side despite his protests, making room for him. He reluctantly laid down, his head in the crook of your arm and his feet dangling off the end of the bed. You slowly caressed his shoulder and felt him relax as he nuzzled the side of your chest, his arm draping over your hips carefully. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. You’re the one that’s hurt.” His voice was small, muffled against you as his thumb traced meaningless patterns against you where it lay. 

“Baby you literally asked me to break up with you and marry you in the same breath - you are not fine.” You spoke softly, your hand squeezing his shoulder as he took a shuddering breath. You looked at the dim tv that had the hospital's menu channel on, displaying the time, 3:21 am. He argued not to worry about him, but you couldn’t help it. He had never looked more exhausted in your presence - even after twelve hours of dance practice on three hours of sleep, he didn’t look this drained. Your fingers moved upwards lightly scraping his scalp, his arm tightening around you, as you spoke. “I love you, you know that right?”

He sniffled, the hospital gown getting damp as he told you about his earlier worries. You hushed him, comforting him with words and coaxing him to sleep. His hand wrapped around the index finger poking out of your cast as he fell asleep after a while, his snores music to your ears. No matter what he believed, you still felt safe with him next to you.

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You looked at the soft light of dawn as it flows through the window, trying not to move as your arm throbbed in the cast. In the few hours since he fell asleep, Namjoon’s head had moved, now resting on your chest as his arm was draped over your hips, but he looked so peaceful that you dared not wake him up. You barely slept, your pain medication wearing off much too quickly. You had never broken a bone before, and as you thought about how dumb your fifth grade self was for wanting a cast, you wished your boyfriend would wake up at his own accord. You desperately needed to call the nurse for some paracetamol, but you grit your teeth and bore it. You knew you were being stupid and Namjoon would be genuinely pissed if he knew, but looking at his mouth hanging open as he drooled over you made you smile at the endearing picture infront of you.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), soon a nurse walked in for his morning rounds, waking up a groggy Namjoon who startled, almost falling off the bed, making you hiss as he accidentally held on too hard to your side to keep balance. He stood up, running his hands over his face in order to wake up properly while the nurse did the checkup, providing you with the pain killers you request. Once he leaves, Namjoon moves back to you, putting his arm under your head as this time you nuzzle into his chest. You talked about nothing as the drugs finally took effect, helping you doze off. Namjoon kissed the top of your head as you dropped off mid sentence, a smile on his face because you were alright, but a heaviness in his heart as he looked at the bruises on your face, dark blue and almost black.

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“Shh… Guys come on. Let her rest!”

Namjoon’s theatrical whisper is the first thing you hear when you wake up again. Your eyes open to your room filled with all your friends. The room had seemed extremely large the last time you were awake but now it seemed tiny. Jiyoung was sitting on the couch typing on her phone with a frown, an Apeach plush on her lap, next to her Siwon was talking animatedly with a tired looking Jungkook munching on some chips. The coffee table in front of them was full of snacks, gifts, and flowers. Seokjin, Yoongi and Jimin were talking about something hushed as they stood near the television, serious looks on their faces. Hoseok was bent over the humidifier in the corner which seemed turned off, messing with the controls and grumbling to himself. Harry sat in the chair next to the bed, talking to Namjoon with Jen standing over him with her hand on his shoulder. Namjoon sat on the bed near your legs, his hand on your calf, and Taehyung sat next to him clinging on his waist. Needless to say, it warmed your heart to see all the people you loved here. Maybe getting injured wasn’t that bad.

You winced as you moved up the bed to get more comfortable and suddenly all the attention was on you, the room turning into a cacophony of “How are you feeling?”s and “Are you okay?”s. Everyone was now crowded around the bed, looking at you with worry, Seokjin even handing you the RJ plush he’d brought along with him stating its healing powers. It was odd to be coddled by such a large group. Overwhelming, but in the best way. 

“I’m fine guys. It’s just a broken arm.” You tried to diffuse the worries.

“You should look at your face dude.” Siwon stated, causing Namjoon to sigh, annoyed, and you to ask for a mirror. Oof you looked worse than you felt. By the bruises on your face it was a wonder how your nose wasn’t broken. Sheepishly you tried to explain to the group that it wasn’t that bad, but your friends were not convinced. 

Soon the conversation turned from worries about you to who the attacker was in the first place. While you and Namjoon were in the hospital, Jungkook and Jimin had been to the police to give in-depth statements. Turns out Namjoon had a stalker - someone the company and security had been keeping an eye on for months, but who seemed to have fallen off the map 6 weeks ago. Apparently the same one who had caused the dates at the beginning of your relationship to always be under the watchful eye of his security team. No one knows how she had managed to break into the dorms but apparently she had been hiding out in his room for a week, his closet was full of tins of food she had consumed during her stay. It was surreal to hear that someone had been in the house and no one had noticed. It made sense to an extent - no one had been actively living in the dorms for a few weeks, especially not Namjoon so his room was never opened. The boys seemed extra distressed about it, and even thought themselves guilty. Namjoon’s words from last night echoed in your head. He put himself at fault, when really it was this woman’s fault. 

No one knew what her plan was when Namjoon returned, and you didn’t want to find out. It might seem odd but you were glad that you were there to protect him in a sense. Apparently seeing you had started such a rage in her that she refused to talk further than the death threats she spewed against you. She was in jail and you hoped she stayed there for a long time. 

“The police haven’t taken into account your assault. You should file a report.” Hoseok spoke for the first time, his face hardened. The room seemed in agreement, but you hesitated.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea…” you started, only for Namjoon, who was now seated next to you on the bed with his arm around you, to counter but you continued. “I’m just saying. Police records are public and if someone looks into this person who was charged with stalking Joon the same night as attacking me, they might put two and two together and I don’t want that to reflect on him or any of you guys.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Y/N?” It was Yoongi who spoke, clearly irritated and impatient. “Who cares about that? She attacked you, she deserves to be in jail.” His voice was quiet, but the frustration in his tone was not lost.

“She’s already in jail though… It’s not gonna make a difference.”

“Noona… I know it’s not our decision but you didn’t see yourself when she was attacking you.” Jungkook’s voice wavered as he looked at you with hurt in his eyes. “She deserves to pay for what she did…”

“Guys… I know you want the best for me, but it’s too risky… Even you all being here right now is too risky!” It was time for your voice to waver as you suddenly realized the impact of having all of them in the room. All it took was one shitty quality photo from a nurse’s Samsung to ruin their image. You didn’t know how you’d be able to handle it if you were responsible for their first big scandal.

“Okay. I’m going to stop you right there. This is a private place we always use. This is not a risk.” Seokjin spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if trying to explain the situation to a five year old. He didn’t do it in a condescending manner, more to make you understand. “Please stop worrying about us. Our company has stopped way bigger scandals from surfacing. Namjoon, can you please make her understand?”

Namjoon sighed loudly next to you, his arm tightening around you to pull you closer. It felt comforting, but you still felt slightly cornered. You just couldn’t see the logic in what they were saying. The attacker’s jail time would probably not change much with an assault added, at least you didn’t think so - so why was this a big deal. 

“It’s her choice, hyung. I’m not going to force her to press charges if she doesn’t want to.” Namjoon looked steely at his member, before turning to you and softening. “But Y/N, I really do want you to make that decision without thinking of me or the rest of us. Can you do that?”

“No. Sorry. I can’t.” You were adamant and now you were starting to get annoyed. Namjoon was right - it was your choice - and it felt nice to have him on your side, at least partially, through this argument, but it didn’t make sense not to make it an isolated discussion. “You’re part of the situation and I can’t just make the decision without adding you to it. I’m not pressing charges.”

You heard a loud snort from Yoongi. “Why are you being an idiot?” He spoke to which Hoseok vocally agreed, causing you to almost yell your explanation in exasperation, before Harry broke the argument asking everyone to take a break and to lay off you.

There was thick tension in the room and it seemed to have sapped the air out of you. You felt uneasy, like no matter how deeply you inhaled you were breathless. You felt claustrophobic suddenly, squeezing Namjoon’s thigh, trying to control your heartbeat. Namjoon saw the distress on your face, immediately requesting everyone to move outside. It didn’t take them long to leave and somehow that helped you feel calmer.

When the room was empty, Namjoon looked at you. Turning to him, you buried your face in his chest, squishing the white alpaca between you and moving your injured arm on his stomach to hug him, despite the sharp pain that made you hiss. Breathing in his scent, somehow made the stress of last night catch up to and you cried. Namjoon held your head gently to his chest as you tangled your legs in his, wanting to almost disappear into him. You didn’t know why you were suddenly crying, but you couldn’t help it - it was like a dam broke, like you were leaking, your emotions cascading out of you onto Namjoon’s sweater. You couldn’t control your sobs and you wondered how loud you were being.

Namjoon felt his heart break as he held you. He had only seen you cry like this once -  the night he asked you to be his girlfriend - and it pained him that he was partially responsible for your tears today. He didn’t know what to do other than whisper “you’re safe now” repeatedly against your hair as you clung to him clumsily. He shouldn’t have let everyone visit so soon. He should’ve thought ahead. Of course you were overwhelmed, you were traumatized. He was an idiot. 

When you calmed down enough to look at him, he wiped your tears gently, barely even touching your skin, and handed you some water from the bedside table. He tried to assure you the best he could, interrupted intermittently by nurses and discharge forms. He didn’t bring up pressing charges again and you were grateful to him for that.

He helped you change into clothes Siwon had picked up for you, insisting you take the wheelchair to the car despite your protests (“My arm’s broken, not my leg Joonie!”). Before you entered your apartment Namjoon asked his security team to do a sweep. You would never admit it to him but having the place checked out before you entered made you extremely relieved. You knew it was irrational to think you’d have another stalker waiting for you but it genuinely made you feel lighter, your anxiety ebbing away. 

He spent the next few hours quietly worrying about little things, changing the code to your door, checking every lock, making you tea, and even cleaning your place to ensure you had “optimum comfort”, while forcing you to stay in bed regardless of your protests. After a while you couldn’t take him running around and murmuring to himself, especially when he decided to order from six restaurants for dinner. Walking into the kitchen where he obsessively cleaned a single spot on the countertop, you pulled him away.

“Joonie. Stop.” you gently touched his hand, startling him anyways as he looked at you in alarm.

“Oh. Do you need anything? Tell me, I’ll get it. Water? Bathroom?” He bent down slightly to look you in the eyes, searching your face for any discomfort.

“Namjoon, I have a broken arm, I’m not an invalid.” You rolled your eyes. It was sweet that he was this concerned but you seriously needed him to stop running around worried.

“Wait, you said Namjoon. Are you mad at me?” He looked alarmed, his eyes wide. Now that you looked at him closely, he didn’t seem to be doing too well either. His eyes seemed sunken behind his glasses, the crease between his eyebrow deep, and his stubble growing out more than you’d ever seen. You wondered if he got much sleep after you dozed off this morning. He even seemed skinnier somehow, though you chalk that up to your imagination.

“No baby I’m not mad at you. Just stop… obsessing. I’m fine. I swear.” You cupped his face with your working hand, thumb circling his cheekbones in an effort to relax him. He leaned in closing his eyes.

“Oh… oh. I just want to show you I love you. You know like you do…” He mumbled in a slight pout, averting your gaze.

“What are you talking about?”

“You always take care of me when I’m down. I want to take care of you.” You felt your heart glow in your chest. Sometimes you forget how much you love this man, but sometimes he says things that, for a lack of a better analogy, punch you in the face, reminding you why you love him. You wrap your arm around his waist, nuzzling your face into his chest, as he tentatively puts his arm around your head.

“You don’t need to deep clean my kitchen to take care of me babe. Just sit next to me. Let’s watch a movie.” You lean away from his chest to tell him, trying to tug his unmovable body towards the living room.

“Are you sure? I’m almost done. Just this one stain…” He lets go of you to grab the wipe again, only for you to pull at his hand.

“Joon. Leave it.” You say sternly, holding his hand as you lean up. “Kiss me.”

“What? No. You’re hurt.” He moves back and you have to convince your irrational feelings that he wasn’t rejecting you, he was worried about you.

“If it hurts, I’ll tell you.”

“No you won’t. I know you.”

“Joonie!” you whine and he relents, although it’s not a kiss you were hoping for. He settles for a series of small pecks against your lips, so light that you barely felt him. Sure even puckering your lips was slightly painful but you were annoyed, rolling your eyes at his lame attempt. And this was the man who had spanked you so hard once that you couldn’t sit without wincing for two days. The audacity. 

Before you could protest he walked with you to the living room and turned on Netflix. Picking a brainless comedy, you forced him to lie down on your lap and even before the title had come up he was asleep.

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“What wrong baby?” Namjoon came from the studio to find you lying on the ground still dressed in your pajamas with half your hair tied lopsidedly as you whined at seemingly no one, ignoring Moni as he licked your face. If he wasn’t worried that you somehow fell, he would find the sight of you throwing a tantrum like a toddler adorable. 

It had been three days since you returned from the hospital, but Namjoon hadn’t seen you looking this dejected before. You had been completely normal on Sunday, even agreeing to the guys coming over for dinner so they could apologize for their behaviour at the hospital. You had riffed like usual, making fun of Jin and Yoongi as they cooked even though it seemed like you itched to get in the kitchen and help, even getting especially giddy as your childhood dream of getting a cast signed by your friends was fulfilled. The next two days, despite everyone’s insistence you had returned to work, working from home. Fortunately Harry and Siwon had rescheduled or taken over all your client meetings to lighten your load. Namjoon had returned to work too but made sure to text you throughout the day and had spent every night with you, regardless of your protests of being an “independent woman that needs no man”.

“I hate this! I’m so frustrated! I feel useless and gross!” you whined as you thrash around on the floor comically with the biggest pout he had ever seen you sport. Dropping his bag near the door and trying not to chuckle at your cute behaviour, Namjoon walked over to you kneeling next to you.

“Aww baby come here” He opened his arms invitingly as you sat up, only for you to sit crossed leg in front of him to begin your rant. Moni moves between your legs and you scratch his head absent-mindedly.

“No! I can’t attend any meetings till my face doesn’t look like fight club, I can’t shower for two more days, I can’t cook because of this dumbass arm, I can't even tie my hair! TIE MY HAIR, JOON. I’M UGLY, USELESS AND DISGUSTING. Please leave me in my misery.” 

Your face turned red as you continued listing minor inconveniences that your broken arm bestowed upon you as Namjoon made his way behind you and put his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder in an effort to calm you down. Instantly you relax, huffing as you leaned into his chest. Today has been tough for you. You had spent two hours on a call relaying your game plan for a potential client to Harry and walking him through his nerves about the meeting, which drained you mentally. Your laptop had restarted two times without warning, your roomba had gotten stuck under the couch and you couldn’t reach for it, you had almost fallen in the toilet because the seat was up, you ran out of coffee, and to top it all off it took you ages to write anything with your left hand alone. You felt miserable and dejected.

“You’re beautiful. My slightly stir-crazy, extremely capable, beautiful girlfriend.” Namjoon kissed your cheek as you turned your head to scowl at him, not buying his flattery. He traced your features gently. He wasn’t lying, even with your face patchy with your yellowing bruise and a scab on your lip, you were beautiful to him and he felt his heart swell the longer he looked at your face. He still had trouble believing that you were with him.

“You’re only saying that cause you love me.” You whisper softly as you avert his gaze before starting to whine again as you adjusted your sling. “Ugh I just want to eat McDonald’s and die.”

“Not going to let you die, but let’s get nuggets.”

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“Baby I got us Chinese!” Namjoon called out as he walked in your home, hands full of takeout. Hearing no answer he called out again to hear your voice coming from the bedroom.

“Joonie! Crawl under here!” He saw you emerge clumsily from the floor, cast pulled close to your chest, as he entered the room where you had piled the blankets between the edge of the bed and the chairs that you had brought near it. “I made us a fort!”

Your giggles made his heart sing as he grinned and crawled under the fort, taking care not to knock it down. You had brought the lamp from the side table under as well, lighting the small space with a soft glow. He could barely sit up, his height making it difficult not to knock down your creation so he opted for laying down, his head on your thigh as you played with his hair. He sighed in content. It felt somewhat meditative sitting in silence with you under the many sheets, the pile of soft pillows in the corner adding extra coziness.

Soon you’re laying side by side, your fingers intertwined as you bounced your hands against each other. You were both looking at the makeshift comforter ceiling, soft smiles on your faces.

“Why the sudden fort?” Namjoon asks after a while, almost in a whisper, not wanting to break the spell of comfort you both were under.

“I don’t know… It’s stupid.” He turns on his side to face you, cupping your face to make you look at him. It’s the look he always gives you whenever you doubt yourself. A look that says I’m here for you, I’ll never judge you. “I used to build these when I was a kid and missed my mom… I guess I’m feeling kind of homesick. I know it’s dumb.” You chuckle a little at how childish your comments seemed. You were almost thirty and talking about missing your mom.

Namjoon hadn’t thought of this before - the fact that Seoul wasn’t truly your home. Sure you had introduced your mom to him over Skype a few times but he thought about how much he missed Seoul when on tour, did you miss Toronto that way too? You always seemed so content in Seoul, so content with your friends that he never thought about how your family wasn’t there.

“We can go visit home if you want?” He kisses your lips chastely as he continues, his nose nuzzling yours. “I can take a few days off. I’d like to meet your mom in person.”

“We don’t have to. I’m just being a baby.” You laughed as you moved closer and he put his arm under your head to pull you into his chest. You knew this bout was homesickness was temporary, but Namjoon’s words made your heart glow in your chest. It had been two weeks since your attack and although Namjoon had been a rock, helping you with everything from ensuring that you ate to shaving your under arms, you were nostalgic about when you were sick during high school and your mom would take the day off work to take you on a drive, buying you ice cream and snacks that definitely did not help your illness. His idea wasn’t a bad one but with how your injury had messed up your work schedule, you didn’t think you could take time off for a while, and you told him as much. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence again after that, dinner forgotten on the kitchen counter, as you laid under the blankets soaking in the cozy atmosphere.

Caressing your hip slowly where your shirt ended, Namjoon cleared his throat slightly, breaking the spell before he spoke in another whisper. “I could be your home… if you want.”

Moving your head from his chest you look up to find him gazing at you with a soft smile as he turns on his side again. You follow suit, the fingers of your uninjured hand tracing his chest where it stuck between the two of you. Your heart beat faster as you slowly comprehended what he meant, but you still needed him to clarify. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to move in together?” Namjoon was nervous - more nervous than he had been on your first date, more nervous than he had been when he asked you to be his girlfriend, more nervous than he had been after your first fight. The last two weeks had been some of his favourite with you, regardless of the circumstances that landed him there. He liked coming home to you every night, arguing over what to have for dinner, waking up each morning with his arms around you. You technically didn’t need him around anymore, your schedule was back to normal and you were more than used to navigating with one hand, but he didn’t want to go back to seeing you once or twice a week. How could he do that when he could see you everyday? The domesticity of your morning routines of coffee and reading the news together that had once scared him, were things he craved now. He even loved your playlist of the week startling him awake. 

Your prolonged silence made his heart race as he bit his lip in anticipation. Before he could take back his question with a joke, you kissed him. Your lips molded around his tenderly as you took his lower lip between yours, relishing his strawberry lip balm. You break the kiss to whisper a soft yes, barely audible over the sound of your heart in your ears, and Namjoon couldn’t help breaking into a fit of giggles, his forehead against yours as he pulled you closer. He tried to control his reaction but the happiness flowing through him made him feel like he was floating.

“And they were roommates!” You made the dated reference as you giggled along with him.

“You are such a dork. I love you.” He said as he brought his lips back on yours. 

“Yeah, your dork!” 

“All mine.” He smiled, his eyes disappearing as his cheeks hurt from the joy he felt.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction | Wish You Were Sober [Song]

A/N: Based on Conan Gray’s song  - Wish you were sober 

Seokjin: ~ This party’s shit, wish we could dip, go anywhere but here

It was supposed to be a small comeback party but it seemed as though Jimin had invited every single person they knew to the dorms and the placed was rammed full, some of them Jin didn't even know which made him uncomfortable. He found you in his room sitting on his bed with a book and laid in one of his shirts, thank god his room was the one with the lock.

"Too much for you too?" He questioned handing you a mug of hot chocolate and sitting down beside you on the bed and looking at the book you were reading from.

"I wish we could dip," He mumbled against your shoulder but he knew he couldn't he was the oldest and even though Namjoon was the leader Jin was still responsible for anything happening in the dorms.

"Maybe we can just put a movie on and watch it together, it's not every day we get to be alone like this." You laughed closing your book and shifting so you were laying with your head on his shoulder.

"What movie are you thinking?" You smirked looking over at the X-Men movie series you'd been dying to get him to watch and he groaned getting up and putting them into the DVD Player.

(X)

Three hours had passed and you were fast asleep on the bed next to Jin, he was quietly scrolling through his phone thankful that the party wasn't loud enough to wake you up but it was as if he'd thought to soon because as soon as he went to curl up and sleep beside you there was a smashing sound before the music cut out. You shifted in your sleep but remained still so Jin ventured out to find out what had been broken when he found the glass pannel that connected the living room and kitchen was shattered and on the floor while Jungkook and Jimin tried to shift into their rooms.

"Stop! Explain!" He ordered and they looked down at the glass that surrounded the floor,

"We were throwing a ball around and I guess I threw it too hard?" Jungkook suggested Jin stared at him.

"You guess?" Everyone else in the dorm began to slowly leave now the party had been brought to a stop and Jin ordered everyone to bed while he cleaned up the apartment.

(X)

"Hey, no. Go back to bed you," He ordered but you ignored him and continued sweeping up the broken glass.

"I can't sleep without you," You yawned putting the glass into a bin before sweeping up some more while Jin cleaned up bottles that had been left all over the place,

"At least they're all gone now," You said to him as you finished with the glass and walked over to him, he hummed annoyed that he was the one cleaning everything up but glad the boys were all asleep.

"Go back to bed, I'll be back in a minute." He kissed your cheek and you walked off back to his bedroom only to come back three seconds later,

"Jungkook took our bed." Jin groaned walking through to pick the maknae up and throw him over his shoulder and take him to his own bed.

Yoongi: ~ Ima crawl outta the window now, cause I don’t like anyone around

Yoongi didn't even know what he was doing there, he'd only agreed to go along to the house party because he knew it was something you wanted to do. But the second he got there he wanted to go home, you were dragged off by a bunch of girls all giggling about something while he was left alone to explore the giant house on his own. It was some giant frat party that he wasn't interested in and he never thought you would be either, he understood you were both in college and having fun was in your nature but this wasn't usually your kind of thing.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" He heard a group of people chanting your name and he looked over to the kitchen to see you downing a bunch of shots after being handed them by some girls you barely knew. He had no idea why you were doing this but he didn't like it, he slowly made his way through the packed hall and stood in the kitchen watching you, he wanted to protect you in case someone decided they wanted to try something on with you. He was your best friend and he hated the thought of someone kissing you, or holding you in any way that he wasn't allowed. He'd been in love with you since you were kids but he was never going to admit that to you.

"Yoongi?!" You slurred stumbling over to him in the living room an hour later, he stared at you as you reached him. Your hands were stretched out for his help and he wrapped his arm around your waist helping to stand you up straight.

"There's an en-suite upstairs, take me." You showed him the key and he nodded helping you walk towards the staircase being careful not to trip you up or walk you into anyone else that was drunk there.

"You're wasted." He groaned when he got you into the bedroom, he locked the door behind you both not wanting someone else to come in and then he helped you into the bathroom.

"I think I drank too much." You giggled drunkenly and he hummed moving the hair from your face as you hunched over the toilet throwing everything except vital organs up.

(X)

"You feeling any better?" He asked when you came back into the bedroom holding your head,

"No, it feels like someone has been clawing at my throat," He groaned telling you that it was probably the stomach acid you'd been throwing up mixed with the alcohol that you'd been drinking.

"Hello!?" Someone was banging on the door and you cringed at the thought of someone else trying to come into the room, you were supposed to use the bathroom and lock up behind you but the muffled music sounded better than the actual music and all you wanted to do was leave.

"Too many people." You said to Yoongi as he went to leave out of the door, you pointed at the window which was a small drop-down to a flat rooftop.

"Out of the window?!" He asked putting the key down on the bed and rushing over to you to make sure you didn't fall and hurt yourself, once you were secure on the roof he followed.

"We should go and get something to eat, I'm starving." He smiled happy that you weren't slurring on your words anymore,

"Pizza?" He quizzed as you climbed down a drainpipe and dropped onto the floor below,

"Sounds good!"

(X)

"What were you drinking a lot for tonight?" He asked looking at you from across the table, you were sitting in a small pizza shop talking back and forth about that night and what you could and couldn't remember.

"I was erm, I guess just trying to fit in with the girls in my class?" He sighed at you and reached his hand out to touch yours, it could have been the alcohol in your system or just your feelings for Yoongi but your heart skipped a beat at the sudden action from him.

"You don't have to fit in, being you is good enough and if it's not for them then fuck them off. You're one of the best girls I've ever met in my life." You smiled down at the floor and he moved so he was sitting beside you,

"I mean it y/n...I wasn't ever going to do this but after tonight and seeing how you don't see how amazing you are...Fuck, okay I'm rambling. I've been in love with you since we were kids and I'm telling you now because I don't know if I'll ever do it again-" He was cut short when you grabbed his face and started kissing him suddenly. His eyes widened as he realised you were kissing him but he soon relaxed into the kiss and put his hands on the back of your head drawing you closer to him as you made out in the middle of the pizzeria.

Hoseok: ~ Kiss me in the seat of your rover, real sweet but I wish you were sober

So cliche to call your brothers best friend when you were wasted at a party and didn't know who else to call, but you trusted Hoseok with your life and you knew Namjoon would be in the studio all night. Plus, if Namjoon ever found out you went to a party like this and got wasted he would kick your ass for it before telling your parents about it.

"Hey! Sleepy! Get in!" You heard Hoseok yell from across the road, he was standing beside your range rover waiting for you to get up and unlock it. You'd brought your car not thinking you were going to drink but once you got there drinks were being handed to you and out of peer-pressure you caved into drinking.

"This is smart you know," He said taking your keys from you and getting into the driver's seat, you looked at him as you got into your seat and laid your head down.

"What is?" You slurred trying to focus on him but your eyes kept drifting onto other things thanks to the alcohol levels in your system that were starting to make it hard to see things clearly.

"Getting someone else to drive for you, though I don't see why you choose me." He let out a breathy chuckle but you just giggled at him,

"I know why I choose you." He cocked an eyebrow at you and smiled,

"Oh yeah? Why is it then?" You tapped your noise putting on your best British accent and said,

"Spoilers Sweetie," He chuckled at you as he turned around the corner to your house and you smiled back at him not wanting to be home so soon.

"Your brother will kill me if he ever finds out I did this," You nodded in agreement with him, Namjoon would have both of your heads on a stick.

"Then I guess you'll just not tell him." You laughed sitting up straight when you saw the living room light was still on meaning your parents were still awake.

"Stay here, sober up a little and then I'll walk you home and say you've been with me practising." You thanked him and began questioning him on how practice was going. You and Hoseok had always had a special connection, you got along with him really well compared to the others.

(X)

"So why did you choose me?" He questions an hour later as you were getting ready to get out of the car, you still weren't sober but you were stable enough to head inside without tripping over your own feet.

"Because I fancy you, which is stupid considering you're my brothers best friend." You leant over the middle of the car and stared him in the eyes,

"You're just cute," You bopped his nose before staring at his lips and leaning closer, he stayed still as he watched you until he felt your lips on his and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Shit, Y/n. No." He pulled away and you started tearing up at the thought of him pushing you away from him like that,

"Just forget this happened." You got out of the car and sprinted into the house before he could ask you to wait.

(X)

The next morning you walked into the kitchen to see Hoseok sitting at the breakfast bar drinking a mug of coffee while your dad was leaving for work.

"Hoseok? What are you doing-"

"We invited him to stay after he dropped off your car keys, fancy forgetting that you drove to the BigHit building." You dad laughed kissing you on the head and leaving without a goodbye, you awkwardly poured yourself a cup of coffee.

"About last night..." Hoseok watched you closely trying to see if you were going to regret kissing him,

"I erm..I'm sorry I kissed you and told you my feelings, I know it's weird cause you're Namjoon's friend and I'm just his dorky younger sister..."

"You're not just Namjoon's dorky younger sister, you're the girl I've had a crush on for a while but again...You're Namjoon's sister it would-"

"Be too weird?" You whispered looking at him with heartbreak in your eyes, but he shook his head.

"It'd be too weird if I didn't talk to him first and now I know that you want me to I will try." He promised you pulling you closer to him and smiling at you, he ran his hand over your cheeks.

"How's your hangover?" You shrugged your shoulders as he kissed your forehead lovingly.

"Not too bad," He smiled and kissed your forehead once more.

"Good, I'll go to the studio and talk to Namjoon about asking you on a date, if he says yes...Would you like to go out sometime?" You giggled at him and nodded watching him get up from the bar stool and leave the house.

Namjoon: ~ You kissed me at your door pulling me close, begging me to stay over

You and Namjoon hadn't been dating long when your best friend decided to throw a birthday party for herself and begged that you go along despite parties not being your thing. Namjoon had agreed to go with you even though they weren't his thing either and you had both planned to find a room in the house to go and sit alone together, just ride out the party to make your friend happy but that wasn't how it had happened. The moment you walked through the front door of her house she handed you a drink and demanded you drink it in front of her, then it was just one after the other until Namjoon lost count and you were swaying from side to side. Now you were standing in a bathroom holding your head,

"I want to go home Joonie," You whispered not wanting to be there any longer, it had been two hours of non-stop drinks and drinking games all ending in your having a drink but your best friend wasn't even drunk yet.

"I'll take you home, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." But he knew you were the type of friend that wouldn't say no to someone if you knew it would make them mad or upset, he brushed the hair from your face and walked out of the bathroom with you.

"Where are you going?! We just started!" Your friend yelled handing you another drink but Namjoon took it and put it down on the side explaining that you were too drunk and he was going to make sure you got home safe.

"Text me!" She called going back to the kitchen as you and Namjoon walked out of her house,

"Thanks, Joonie," You slurred and he bent down so you could get onto his back and he could piggyback you down the road to your apartment.

(X)

"You seem to have sobered up a bit." He laughed as you brought him down for another kiss in front of your front door, he'd stopped off at a small food place to get you something to eat and some water to sober you up and you were already feeling better,

"I am." You whispered kissing him once again and putting your hands into his long brown hair, you tugged on the strands a little and he let out a groan of pleasure which made you smirk.

"You should stay over Joonie," You teased running your finger down his chest and towards the waistband of his pants tugging at them a little. It wouldn't be the first time he stayed at yours or you stayed at his, you'd done it a lot since dating but it would be the first time staying when you were drunk.

"You're still intoxicated, it would be wrong." He told you as he took your wandering hands away from his waistband and put them back by your side.

"Well, will you just stay with me, sleep next to me? You know I sleep better with you here." He agreed and walked with you into your apartment and smiled as you went to make you both a hot drink to unwind with.

Jimin: ~ Tripped down the road, walking home

Jimin was just as drunk as you were so you had no idea why he was the one walking you home when Namjoon was the sober one of the bunch,

"Shit." You giggled as you fell over at your driveway, you scratched your knee on the pavement cutting open the new jeans you'd gotten and bleeding a little.

"You okay!?" Panic overtook Jimin's body and it was as if he hadn't touched a single drop that night, he was down on the floor next to you looking at your knee to see if you needed to go and see someone.

"Jimin it's just a cut," You hissed as he ran his hand over it and shook his head telling you that he needed to go into your apartment and help you out.

"Is this just another lame excuse to get me into bed?" You joked as he walked you into your kitchen and sat you on the kitchen counter. You and Jimin had always been flirting with one another back and forth and it was just a normal thing between you now, though you were only friends with the boys there was just something with Jimin that made it different.

"Shut up, you could have an infection." You watched as he walked around your kitchen looking for something,

"What are you looking for?" You questioned not offering to help in any way,

"First-aid kit?" You nodded at the top cupboard and he reached up for it and came back over to you sitting down on the barstool while he cleaned up your knee.

"There's no chance of affection-"

"Shut up," You hissed as he began adding rubbing alcohol onto your knee cleaning the blood up and then taking off bits of gravel from your knee.

"You could have hurt yourself, you need to be more careful." His voice was filled with concern and he was no longer the flirt Jimin that you loved to tease, he stood up between your legs and looked down at your face.

"I'm fine Jimin," You whispered but he cupped your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb along your cheek and then sighing as he stared down into your eyes shaking his head.

"You could have been hurt though, what if I'd let you go on your own? You could have fallen over worse than this." He grumbled frowning as he thought about you getting hurt, it hurt him to think about.

"Jimin, look at me I'm fine." He stared into your eyes searching them for any sign that you were lying to him but the thought alone of you being hurt was too much for him.

"I just never want anything to happen to you," You smiled running your hand over his cheek,

"Is this some weird way of flirting with me again?" You teased but he shook his head at you,

"This is some weird way of me telling you my feelings for you." You were stunned into silence and he groaned,

"I should have said anything-" He was cut short when you kissed him shutting him up and smiling when his hands held onto your waist.

Taehyung: ~ ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed, take me where the music aint too loud

The house was rammed full with people it was hard to move around to find you but Tae had to find you, you'd called him in a state of panic begging for him to come and get you and he couldn't stand the thought of his girlfriend somewhere she didn't want to be. But when he found you you were standing in the kitchen in your ripped black jeans and a white shirt downing drinks looking happy as can be,

"Tae!" You slurred dropping the cup full of liquid you were holding and wrapping your arms around his neck but he wasn't hugging you back he was just staring at your shoulder.

"You sounded scared," You nodded wiping your mouth on your sleeve and pointing over at a group of girls all staring at you,

"I was but they found me and gave me this drink, and let me tell you it makes my head hurt but I feel better." Taehyung began pulling you through the cramped hallways and towards the bathroom he'd seen on his way to you.

"You don't drink much, why did you just accept drinks from people you don't know and where's your best friend?" He grumbled pulling you into the bathroom and sitting you down on the edge of the bathtub. You looked up at him and drunkenly giggled,

"You're cute from this angle." He rolled his eyes at you and then ran the cold tap telling you to drink some water from it,

"The music isn't so loud in here, it's nice." You whispered loving being able to hear your own thoughts for a little while. Taehyung smiled softly at you and sat down next to you on the edge of the bathtub.

"Thank you for coming to get me," You told him as you turned off the tab and wiped your mouth on a towel,

"It's alright, I'll take you for takeout when we're done in here," You frowned pointing out that you had just drunk water when he started counting, a wave of nausea took over your body and you were on your knees in front of the toilet clutching onto the bowl for support while Taehyung stood behind you and rubbed your back soothingly.

"Let it all Jagi then we'll go get food." He chuckled as you groaned about never drinking again.

Jungkook: ~ Don’t kiss my lips and please don’t drink more beer.

Jungkook was beyond wasted and it was starting to piss you off, he'd promised you that this would be a quick visit to the party but an hour later and you were standing in the corner waiting for him to come and get you.

"You okay pretty thing?!" You heard someone slur from beside you and you groaned moving away from the drunken excuse for a person and went to find your boyfriend on your own.

"Kookie?" You called out when you saw him playing beer pong in the kitchen,

"What is it?" He called out over the music scoring another point, he walked over to you while the other team was drinking and kissed your lips. You grunted at the smell of vodka on his breath,

"Don't kiss me, you're wasted. Can we go now?" You questioned looking over at his friends who were all screaming for him to come back to their team.

"One more game baby, then I'll go."

You watched the 'one more game' as it turned into four more games before finally the tenth round had started and Jungkook was drunker than before.

"Jungkook I'm leaving," You told him and walked out of the kitchen hearing a bunch of ''Ooh's'' coming from his friends as he followed after you.

"Why are you such a buzzkill, I told you it was a quick stop." You got into the car without saying anything and started it up,

"Y/n. Don't ignore me, I hate it when you ignore me and you know it." You did up your seatbelt and stared at him,

"I'm going home. Take a taxi if you're going to stay," He glanced at the clock on the dashboard and then he realised that he'd fucked up.

"Shit...Baby, I'm sorry, we totally missed dinner and-"

"Jungkook, it's whatever. Are you coming home or are you staying?" You hoped he was going to get in the car with you and go home. He opened the door and got in the passenger seat, laying his head on top of yours on the gear stick.

"I'm sorry...again." He did nothing but say sorry the entire drive home and then for the rest of the night he continued to say sorry until you finally told him to shut up and go to sleep.

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[yoongiloveshobi]

yoongi remembering his first kiss with hobi - sope mini fic/prompt

Notes :]

wrote it while listening to a playlist with songs that yoongi has said he likes, for the sake of vibing with him in spirit (and i really did,,, a bit too much actually)

i couldn’t stop thinking about how yoongi sometimes overthinks about how much he loves hobi and how happy he is to actually be best friends with someone as special as him, and i understand him, so i wanted to make a drabble/draft with that in mind in yoongi’s pov

THIS THING WROTE ITSELF PLS IGNORE THE TYPOS AND WRITING ERRORS

at this point, it’s history.

i’ve known him for 10 years now, we’ve literally grown up together, i’ve dedicated my whole youth to this dream. A dream we both share, i never thought someone would understand my love for music and specially the empowerment i feel with when i rap something i wrote out of unempowerment and desperation. my friendship with him is what defines a soulmate, at least i don’t think there’s ever gonna be a person that understands and feels me like him. our friendship made me understand the value of human relationships, cause it’s more than that.

hoseok can just smile and i would feel my interiors melt softly and slowly, i also can’t stop looking at him. he is my peace. being part of his life makes me satisfied with mine. i never would’ve thought i would be as lucky to be the one he chose to love. my hands were never as vital for me, until i knew they were made for him to hold. 

i may regret and cringe at my past for whatever reason, but i’m definitely proud of myself for risking it all that one time. the moment that changed everything. 

it was ice cold outside, we were doing the end of the year awards performances, and this are the kind of events that make hobi shine the brightest (like he always does) but he was just in his element. he knows these are his opportunities to prove himself in front of our sunbaenims, our fans and the general public, like the haters for example. he always knew how to shut their fucking mouth. by doing this, he only looked even better, like he was always attractive and cute and pretty, but in these kind of events he was always the most gorgeous, so handsome and tall, made suits look like they were made just for him to wear, like this was his natural skin, and it really is, he is the best artist i know.

the awards show had finished, but there is always an after party for a couple hours right in the same place, it’s mostly meeting and chatting with our fellow colleagues for a while without the whole country and cameras on top of us. i say hi to the artists i’ve collaborated with and the ones i’m working with, but everyone always congratulates hoseok for his amazing job, if it’s because of a vocal note, a dance break or a rap verse he did, he always was praised by everybody. after all, we never follow up on the parties because we have to travel the next day and we all go back to the hotel in different unit cars for security.

i remember going into the car with hoseok and feeling butterflies in my tummy when i realized no one else was coming with us in the same car. i was nervous but also too happy to care. he always talks to me about how much fun he had, about how he is motivated to work even harder, about how grateful he is for the people that support us, and i’m always happy to have deep in thought talks about those things with him.

“you’ve worked so hard, yoongi, i’m always so impressed with how much effort you put on music and i love that, but i also ask you, as a friend that cares a lot about you, to please rest and stop overdoing yourself, you’re already so much more than good enough” hoseok always knew exactly what to say and what i needed to hear, maybe my face looked that tired, we both were.

i couldn’t say anything at first, i turned to look at him in the eyes and was just grateful for him to understand me so well. my expression was serious, cause it was impressive how he read my mind and heart with things i didnt even admit to myself.

he moved closer, and put his hand on top of mine in my thigh. we are all always very comfortable with each other by now, but this was just different. hobi and i never felt as if nothing was going on. the tension was so high between us, i felt a pressure on my chest i would only be able to put off by doing the next thing.

i break our eye contact just to look at his lips and back to his eyes, hoping he knew what i was thinking of. he smiled in the dark of the backseat of the moving car. my heart beated harder with every second, my life depended on it and i did it. took his cheek in my hand and kissed his fresh and soft lips. my heart jumped even harder the next second when he kissed me back, like he meant it. his heart was also beating fast, i could feel it in the pulse of his hand in my thigh. 

the moment we separated we suddenly break off laughter at the same time, it came out of nowhere but there we were.

“yoongi, i honestly...“ it worried me that i did something wrong as soon as he started talking.

“no, i’m the one who should be sorry hobi, i know you probably have like something with someone else and then again, we are just best friends, we are colleagues, please don’t be awkward with me“ and i soon as i finished my sentence hobi changed his concerning expression with another bash of laughter, his beautiful and cute laughter.

“okay, wait“ he said turning his whole body to face mine, like he was trying to be serious “first of all, i don’t care, you shouldn’t be sorry, i continued it“ he looked away shyly for a second, took a deep breath and continued to face me as he followed “and i honestly wanted it, if i know you well enough, i actually think you did too“

he did know me so well, we also knew we couldn’t continue on our kissing activities for the sake of our group and our dreams. but in a way it only made it even more special whenever we took a risk for special occasions, it was just something between us, nobody felt the rush of risking it all and wanting it all like us. that’s why even though we can’t be public about how we really feel for each other, it’s more personal to us, it’s closer to our heart and further away from those who would try to ruin it. 

just remembering it makes me smile to myself, but i should go back to sleep. so i snuggle my face on the back of hobi’s neck beside me and feel the weight of the world release from my body as i fall into dreams, even though my life was better than what anyone could dream of.

[bby-namjoon]

Mafia AU: BTS - NamjoonxReader

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He’d been unconscious for 8 days.

The doctors said the bullet wounds had given him traumatic pneumothorax, which basically meant his injuries were so bad that his lung collapsed and his blood pressure dropped far too low, causing him to go into cardiac arrest.

He almost died.

The doctors worked hard trying to save him by installing tubes into his lungs and by pumping his body with blood and vitamins out of the hope it would fix him. They even had a respirator helping him to breathe.

They managed to keep him alive but he just wouldn’t wake up.

That was until day 8.

On day 8 you were sat at his bedside, telling him about the arrangements you’d been making for your fathers funeral. “I feel like he doesn’t even deserve one after what he put me through, what he put us through, but I’ve gotta do it you know? It’s just gonna be us attending, I’m not giving him a big send off, the media doesn’t know yet, I can’t deal with all of that yet.”

You sighed, pressing your lips to the back of Namjoons hand. You just wished he would wake up, you wanted to feel him hold your hand back and to see the pretty smile that always adorned his face when he was around you. You loved this man and you would do anything for him to just come back.

You felt tears well up in your eyes and you wiped them away, not wanting to cry again. You were fed up of feeling sad, you just wanted to be happy. Why was that so hard?

It was then that Jin walked in, a small smile on his face as he saw you. “I thought you’d be here, I brought you some food. You haven’t really left have you?”

You shook your head, “no, I just don’t wanna leave him. I go home when they kick everyone out and I’m back again as soon as they’re letting people in.” You sighed before taking your box of food from Jin. “Thank you,” you gave him a small smile as he sat down on the opposite side of the bed.

“It’s okay, are you holding up alright? Has anybody else been today?”

“Yeah, I’m okay I guess, Jungkook came this morning and Jimin and Yoongi came this afternoon. I got a call from Tae aswell because he wasn’t able to get here because of work but he just wanted to know if there had been any changes. Of course, there hasn’t been.” You frowned, gesturing to the unconscious boy laying between you both.

Jin looked down at his lap with a sigh, “he’ll wake up soon, I’m sure of it.”

“I hope so,”

You picked at your food and made conversation with Jin as he updated you on everything happening within Namjoons company. Business couldn’t just stop because he was in hospital, so the rest of the boys had been doing his job for him, aswell and their own.

“We’re unsure of whether or not we should go after that guy the sniper worked for, because I know Namjoon would wanna get back at him for everything he’s done, but I think we should just leave it, atleast for now.”

“Leave it, don’t go after him. I know Namjoon would be saying the opposite but honestly, look what’s happened because of that guy. I was fucking kidnapped, my dad is dead, and Namjoon is in a coma. I’m not gonna let anything else happen to anybody.”

Jin nodded, “that’s the answer to that then,”

You sighed, putting your food down on the table beside you, letting the sound of the small TV on the wall fill the room. You were about to speak up when you felt movement against your palm.

You gasped, looking down, making Jin turn his attention to you. “What?”

“I felt his hand move,”

“What, really?”

“Mhmm,”

Your eyes scanned Namjoons form, praying for him to move again, and just when you were about to give up, thinking you imagined it through wishful thinking, his hand twitched again, and before you knew it he was holding your hand back.

“Oh my god, Jin, look, look,” you exclaimed, pointing to your hands and Jin got up,

“Should I go and get a nurse?”

“I don’t know, do we wait for him to open his eyes first?” You both stared at Namjoons face, “c’mon, Namjoon, just open your eyes, you can do it,” praying that he’ll finally look back at you.

The moments passing by felt like they moved in slow motion, but when you finally saw his eyebrows furrow and his eyes slowly start to open, Jin couldn’t run out of the room fast enough to find a nurse.

“Oh my god, Namjoon, you’re awake,” you breathed in disbelief. You could see how dazed he was as it took him a moment to follow your voice but when he set his gaze on you it’s like he couldn’t believe it. His eyes widened and he tried to pull his breathing mask off but you stopped him. “It’s okay, just wait for the nurse, she’s coming, I can hear her talking to Jin.”

He relaxed as the nurse entered the room, a big smile on her face as she started to speak to him. You and Jin waited by the door as she ran some tests, checking his vitals.

You and Jin couldn’t believe it, you just gave eachother a hug as you welled up, but this time out of happiness.

When the nurse was done she was very pleased. “I’m happy to say that you’ve done extremely well in terms of recovery, Mr Kim. Your vitals are looking great. The 8 days of sleep must’ve done you some good, but you will still be drowsy for the next day or two, that’s completely normal.” She smiled and Namjoon raised his eyebrows in shock.

“8 days?” He croaked out and the nurse nodded.

“You arrived at the hospital on the 22nd, it’s now the 30th. We performed surgery on you when you got here so you will still be very sore when you’re moving around or taking in large amounts of breath, but you’ve been recovering very well, so I think you’ll be out of here within the next week.”

“Really?” You spoke up and the nurse nodded,

“I’m sure you’ll be very pleased about that, you’ve practically been living here.”

You let out a small laugh and she smiled, “if you have any other questions I’ll be around this section, the main doctor will most likely be in later to speak to Mr Kim about everything.”

You thanked her and she left, leaving the three of you alone.

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“Welcome home!” Everyone exclaimed as they jumped out from behind furniture, causing Namjoon to jump before he burst into laughter.

Jungkook and Jimin has insisted on throwing Namjoon a surprise party after he was released from hospital. They’d even made him a banner.

“You guys are so cute,” you giggled and they beamed,

“We try,”

Everyone gave Namjoon a hug and a non-alcoholic was pushed into his hand.

“This is gonna taste like shit,” Namjoon chuckled and Yoongi laughed,

“Take what you can get, you can’t drink with your meds, but atleast you can pretend,”

“Fair point,”

The night went on and spirits were high as Hoseok and Tae sang at the top of their lungs in the middle of the living room. You watched them with giggles escaping your lips, but you couldn’t help but notice Namjoons absence.

You looked around for him before finally finding him upstairs, sat on the edge of his bed.

“What you doing up here?” You asked, sitting down beside him.

“I just needed a breather,” he gave you a half smile before laying back on his bed, the sounds of drunken singing from the floor below filling the room, making you both laugh.

“I can see why,” you giggled, laying down beside him, your hand finding his and entwining them together.

You just laid there for a moment, happy in eachothers company.

“I meant what I said you know..” he spoke up and you turned your head to face him, his gaze already focused on you.

“What?”

“When I got shot..I told you I loved you and I meant it. I was scared I’d never get to tell you so I said it then, but I still meant it the same way..I just know I love you.”

“I know, I just didn’t want you to think you were going to die, so I didn’t say it back, I had to give you something to come back to me for, which I knew was a risk because you was in a bad way, and I would’ve regretted never saying it to you, because I love you too. I love you a lot, actually.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded as you watched him move closer, his nose now brushing against yours.

“Say it again,”

You felt shy as you could feel the heat radiating from him, but you still said it. “I love you,”

He smiled, pressing his lips to yours. You instantly kissed him back and you tugged him closer, making him manoeuvre himself on top of you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he mouthed against your lips before pulling away, and you looked up at him, confused of what he was doing. “So..does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” He asked, and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face as you saw him chew on his bottom lip out fo nerves. He was so cute.

“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend,” you giggled, “c’mere,”

You pulled him back down to you and you could feel him smiling into the kiss, his lips eventually trailing off to your jaw and down to your neck, the soft mumble of ‘I love you’ being said against your skin with every kiss he pressed.

“I love you, too, I love you, too, I love you, too,” you laughed and he smiled, lifting his head to bring his lips back to yours again. The kisses soon turned heated as he deepened them, his body now pressed against yours as you felt the gentle grind of his hips. You’d been in this situation with Namjoon before and there had always been an interruption, this time was no acception.

“Hey Namj- ahhh sorry, sorry, sorry!” Jungkook exclaimed as he quickly shut the door and ran back downstairs. You started laughing at his reaction and Namjoon groaned,

“What is it with us and never getting to finish what we’ve started?”

“In all fairness, we are at your welcome home party,”

“Okay, ‘mrs logical’,”

“Shut up,” you smiled, slapping his arm playfully. “I guess this just gives you something to look forward to when everybody’s gone home,”

He groaned as he rolled off of you, “they’re not gonna leave for hours!!”

You laughed as you got to your feet, putting your hand out to him, “c’mon, lover boy,”

He groaned again as he took your hand, following you out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

“Did you guys have sex with us right here?” Jin exclaimed as he slumped down on the sofa, “because if you did, that’s gross”

“No actually, we got interrupted, thanks a lot Kookie.” Namjoon fake smiled in his direction and he gave a nervous smile back.

“Sorry, hyung”

“Shut up, Namjoon” you laughed, “it’s fine Jungkook, we weren’t gonna have sex anyway,”

“We weren’t?”

“They were,” yoongi chimed in as he cracked open another beer.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough talk about our sex life!” you interrupted before anybody could say anything else, “buuuuut, while we were upstairs he did ask me to be his girlfriend,”

“Oh my god, finally!”

“It’s only been MONTHS of us lot having to watch you two be weirdly intimate,”

“Wait, you did say yeah, right?”

“Yes, I said yeah” you laughed and Hoseok breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank god or this could’ve gotten super awkward”

“Wow, look at youuuuu! You’re finally having your first girlfriend!” Yoongi laughed as he got Namjoon into a headlock.

“Ahh, shut up,” Namjoon laughed as they got into a play fight.

“Careful! You’ve still got stitches!” You called out, knowing he was still gonna throw himself and Yoongi to the floor with no hesitation.

The party wound down at around 2am after plenty of teasing towards Namjoon had been done and all the beers had been drunk.

They took taxi’s home and as soon as Tae left and it was just the two of you left in the house you felt Namjoon wrap his arms around you from behind, his large frame encasing your smaller one in a backwards bear hug as he buried his face in your neck, a small sigh escaping his lips as you ran your hand through his hair.

“Are you gonna take me up to bed now?” You asked, turning in your boyfriends arms so you could face him, you could see him fighting off a playful smile as he ran his hands down to your bum, giving it a squeeze.

He leant in and pressed his lips to yours, your arms coming up and wrapping around his neck as he held you tightly, the kisses soon turning passionate and needy as you pulled at his hair, your tongues now swirling around in eachothers mouths.

Despite his injuries he lifted you onto his body with ease, your legs going around his waist as he stumbled you both up the stairs, his lips not leaving yours for a split second, even when he bumped into the banister, causing you to giggle against his lips. When he got to his bedroom he kicked the door open before pushing your back up against it, your hands now tugging at his shirt as you tried to pull it off. He helped you, using his body to keep you against the door as he pulled it over his head, throwing it on the floor beside him. Your lips found his again before trailing off down to his neck, causing a groan to leave his lips as he walked you over to the bed, sitting on the edge with you sat over his lap.

His neck was always a weak point, you felt him grip your hips tightly as you neared his sweet spot, a moan eventually escaping through gritted teeth as you begun to nip, suck and kiss at it. You couldn’t help but smile against his sensitive skin as you realised such a small thing could make such a strong man turn to putty in your hands.

You pushed him back onto the bed so you were above him, surprised he was letting you be in charge as you dotted kisses down his chest and onto his stomach, careful of his healing wounds. You flicked your gaze up to him as you got to the hem of his trousers, your hands beginning to unbutton them as he propped himself up onto his elbows, watching you intently. You pulled his trousers down his legs, wasting no time in wrapping your hand around his shaft through his boxers and massaging a steady rhythm against it. He let out a hum as he bit his bottom lip, it had been a while since anybody had touched him like this, and the fact it was you after all these months of him wishing you were his made it all even more intoxicating.

You continued to tease and jack him off through his boxers as you moved up his body so your face was now in front of his, his eyes already looking dazed as they glanced between your eyes and your lips. He took your face in his hands as he pressed his lips to yours, tongues slipping into eachothers mouths straight away. One of his hands slid up into your hair where it grabbed a fistful, his teeth now catching hold of your bottom lip as he gently tugged on it before pulling away.

“Suck my dick, baby” he pressed one last kiss to your lips as you nodded, moving back down his body to where his now rock hard dick strained against the thin fabric of his underwear. You slowly eased the fabric back, watching as he sprang to attention, precincts oozing from the tip. You wet your lips as you wrapped your hand around his now exposed length, the heat of it against your palm surprising you as you hesitated to put it in your mouth. You felt him loosen his grip in your hair and you looked up at him, his eyes still on you.

“I forgot it was your first time,” he spoke up, a little amused smile on his face. “Take your time, I won’t rush you,”

“Sorry,” you laughed nervously, “it’s just weird,”

“Weird?” He chuckled, “I guess it is, lemme show you something, you’ll be impressed”

He got you to let go of his shaft and you watched as he tensed his muscles, making it move up and down on its own.

“Oh my god” you laughed, “that’s so cool!”

He laughed with you, “see! I told you you’d be impressed!”

Once you both stopped playing around you finally got round to taking him into your mouth, taking your time to work on the tip as you eased it in. You heard him let out a sigh as he let his head fall back, which encouraged you to take him in all the way before building up a steady rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down, using your hand help you.

“Ah, fuck” he cursed, his hand finding itself back in your hair as he wanted to feel himself hit the back of your throat, but he was still careful to not push you too far.

He knew he had to stop you when he felt a familiar build of tension in the pit of his stomach, there’s no way he was gonna cum already, so he painstakingly got you to stop, his hand gripping the sheets beside him as you purposely drew out the final suck, making sure you moved slowly, your cheeks hollowed from the suction. When you finally released him from your mouth with a pop, he let out a sigh, so thankful it didn’t push him over the edge. He turned his gaze back to you as you wiped your mouth, your mascara now slightly smudged from the way your eyes had watered as he hit the back of your throat. You would’ve thought you looked a mess, but he thought you looked amazing.

He sat up, his lips meeting yours as his hands worked your top over your head, throwing it off the side of the bed. He flipped you both over so your body now laid beneath his, his eyes staying on yours for a moment before he disappeared down to your neck. You sighed as he nipped and sucked at the skin, leaving a trail of hickeys down to your chest where he then worked at the newly exposed skin poking out of your bra as he left kisses while massaging into them with his large palms, but he soon became tiresome of the restriction stopping him from feeling you against him, so he eased the straps down your arms and you arched your back, allowing him to unclasp it, the bra soon ending up discarded on the floor.

He wasted no time in taking your right nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before sucking it in between his lips, his left hand also working at your right breast.

You sighed, your hand combing through his hair as as he swapped over, the attention of his mouth now focused on the left side. When he was satisfied with the loved he’d shown to your chest he continued his journey down, kissing a trail across your stomach to your jeans.

He sat up, his eyes quickly scanning your face to make sure it was okay to go on, before unbuttoning them and dragging them down your legs, but he left your knickers on, he wanted to work you up a bit more first.

He lifted one of your legs so it rested against his shoulder and he kissed down the inside, paying extra attention to your inner thigh.

You closed your eyes, focusing on every little thing he did as he slowly worked you up. He knew exactly what to do with his mouth and where to put his hands to have you bucking your hips up towards him within minutes.

“Want me to eat your pussy, baby?” He asked, his eyes flicking up to you as he gripped your hips, holding them down against the bed.

“Mhmm,” you nodded and he hooked his fingers under the waistband, making sure he pulled your underwear down at a snails pace because he knew you’d get frustrated.

“Oh my god, take them off faster” you groaned out of impatience and he chuckled,

“If you look at me then I will,”

A part of you had been avoiding eye contact on purpose, you felt shy to be in this new vulnerable situation. You’d never been exposed like this to anybody.

”That’s embarrassing,”

“No it’s not, it’s sexy, I wanna see your face when I make you feel good”

You thought for a moment before taking a breath and propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him, your cheeks already burning red.

He kept his gaze on yours as he pulled your underwear off, dropping them to the floor.

When his gaze dropped and his attention turned to your core you couldn’t believe how he was making you feel. Moans were falling from your mouth as your thighs squeezed his head, your hand quickly locking itself in his hair as his tongue created just the right rhythm, he didn’t leave an inch of your heat unloved.

When he introduced his fingers into the mix your breathing began to get erratic, you could feel a build up of pressure forming between your legs, “oh-oh my god” you dragged out within a moan, Namjoon kept his mouth moving between your legs as he looked up at you, he took in the way you bit down on your bottom lip and the way your eyes rolled back before you squeezed them shut. The flush of pink in your cheek somehow making you look even more beautiful, probably because he knows he was the one to cause it. He’d never been more turned on by someone reaching their orgasm, he wanted to see you reach your high over and over again.

When he saw you relax again he lifted his head, licking his lips. He had the cheekiest smile across his face as he continued to pump some fingers in and out of you, making sure you were ready for what was coming next.

“How was that?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow at you. “Did I make you feel good?”

You nodded, “it was intense”

He pulled his fingers out of you and looked at the wetness that was now slicked over them. He moved up your body and brought them to your lips, to which you opened up and sucked them into your mouth, tasting yourself off of his fingers.

“You’re so sexy,” his voice sounded hoarse as he took his fingers from your mouth and looked down at you, his body now pressed firmly between your legs as he slowly thrust up and down against your slick pussy lips.

You pulled him down to kiss you and you felt the neediness grow between you both, you just wanted to be as close as humanly possible, you’d never felt like this before, you’d never felt the need to get even closer to someone that you was already chest to chest with. You couldn’t have imagined what this kind of intimacy felt like, it was just so intense, everything felt like electricity.

“I want you inside me,” you breathed against his lips, and he opened his eyes to look back at you as he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it as he pulled away.

“Your wish is my command, baby”

He pushed himself up off of you to reach over to the night stand, where he rummaged and brought out a condom.

“Someone’s prepared,”

“Better to be safe than sorry,” he smiled as he ripped the packet open, throwing it off the side of his bed.

You watched him as he rolled the protection over his shaft, pumping himself a few times to get ready.

He was so gorgeous.

Once he was ready he positioned himself between your legs, moving his cock yo and down against your wetness to make sure the tip was slick.

“You ready?” He asked and you nodded, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you relaxed against the mattress.

He sat himself at your entrance and gently eased his hips forward, his teeth gritting as he felt how tight you were. He leant forward so his face was above yours, he had to read your face, he didn’t want it to hurt.

He moved his hips at a painfully slow rate, easing himself in until he was entirely inside.

He groaned at the sensation, you were so hot and tight, the pressure you were causing around his dick made his breathing uneasy.

“Is it okay to move? Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, “you can move”

He let out a sigh as he started to gently thrust in and out of you, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist, causing it to suddenly feel like he was going even deeper than he was before.

It wasn’t long until you were adjusted and he was going as a steady pace, his face burying itself in your neck so he could suck hickeys onto your skin, his plump lips then dragging sloppy kisses across the newly purpled trail of skin.

He varied his pace, going from slow and grinding into you to fucking you hard and fast, both of which made your head spin.

“You don’t get how hard it is to stop myself from cumming” he breathed, his hair now sticking to his forehead from the sweat he’d built up.

“Just cum,”

He shook his head, “I want to keep going, I want you to get off before I do,” and with that he reached between you both and started to rub your now swollen clit as he thrust in and out of you, the contact making you gasp since it had become extra sensitive.

He had to close his eyes as you moaned beneath him this combined with the sensation of you dragging your nails down his back causing him to growl through his teeth.

When you finally came undone it pushed him over the edge. The sight of you arching your back and saying his name was just too much, his thrusts began to get sloppy as he leant back onto his knees, his head lulling to look up at the ceiling as he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and shakey as he rode out his high.

When he pulled out he carefully removed his now cum filled condom, tying the top and somehow successfully throwing it into your waste paper bin. “I promise I’ll take that out in the morning,” he said through an exhale as he flopped onto the bed beside you, trying to calm himself. You turned to him and he matched your gaze, a lazy smile forming across his face.

“Was that okay?” he continued, his voice sounding steadier now.

“Eh,” you shrugged and he raised an eyebrow at you,

“Okay, I’ll bare that in mind for next time, I’ll be sure to get the whips and chains out.”

You laughed, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding” you moved closer to him and pressed your lips to his. “It was amazing, I love you.”

“I love you, too” he smiled, pulling the covers over you both. “I just know you’re gonna become a little freak, you’re gonna have me working on you all the time, now”

You couldn’t hide the playful smile that took over your face. “What makes you say that?”

“I can just tell, you loved it.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Can’t knock anything till you’ve tried it, right?”

“Oo, that’s what I like to hear” he mumbled into a kiss as he squeezed your bum, pulling you closer to him so your body’s now overlapped into a cuddle.

Despite being a sweaty mess, neither of you had ever felt so content. After everything that had happened over the past few weeks, you had to find solace in the little things like this. The intimate moments where it felt as though you were both untouchable, like nobody else existed in the world.

That’s what happiness really felt like.

It’s all you’d ever wanted.

[laughing-with-god]

Pandemonium XI

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“I don’t want to repeat my innocence.  I want the pleasure of losing it again.” 

The tension in the room always seemed to follow Namjoon.  

It was as if he carried the marvelous ability to take the thin air around him and bend it into a daunting aura.  The very presence of him screamed alarm to others, an alpha just begging you to fuck with him. One found it a bit of a task to just meet his eye line.  

You must admit, his little dialogue of his prediction of your ‘submissive’ side left a somewhat startled and taken aback feeling for you to process.  

Surprisingly, he did make a point of you aggressive persona being a lot to upkeep.  You weren’t sure if it was a defense mechanism or your personality, but you did feel a bit tired at times from having to keep a constant level of defiance.  Perhaps you did have a problem showing vulnerability, and that’s why you act so bold; especially in the face of men.

You found yourself in a position you rarely were ever in; flabbergasted and strangled by silence as your mind struggled to keep up with what was just said.  

Namjoon looked pleased, aristocratic features twisting up in a witty smile as if your confusion aided his pleasure.  His dimples made an appearance and you felt your own face scrunch up into a scoff. How befitting was it for such an adorable feature to be plopped beside the very same lips that uttered such taboo topics at the dinner table?

His smile sparked some annoyance within you due to it revealing the satisfaction that his plan was working.  

He wanted you to be freaking out right now.

He wanted you to feel exposed.

He wanted to plant a seed in your head.  

You wouldn’t let him.  

You leaned back in your seat and grabbed your glass to take a sip of whatever expensive wine he found necessary to splurge on.  ‘Rich people’, you thought while barely suppressing an eye roll.

“You know Mr. Kim, I think that perhaps your little male ego just needs to feel vital.  That’s why you enjoy the concept of being a girl’s ‘daddy’.”

A snark from his baritone voice.  His olive tone hand reached out to mirror your actions by grasping his own glass of wine.  “Charming analysis, really. Yet this doesn’t stem from a need to be in control and feel important.  Like I stated before nymphet, it works both ways. You’d be just as vital to me as I am to you.”

“Be that as it may, don’t you think that forcing a submissive role onto someone is just manipulative?”  You retorted.

“Not at all.  Tell me babe, exactly when did I force any type of role onto you?  In fact, I quite like you just as you are. I would be very bored if you were a utter doormat.”  

You snorted at this.  “And what exactly was that whole ted talk about your psychological analysis concerning my inner submissive side?”  

“My meer suspicions.  But let me ask you some questions.”  A pause as if to wait for your objection. You stayed quiet.  “Do you find it a negative that your partner would want to take care of your every need?”

You shook your head.

“Is it bad to depend on your partner?”

Another shake of the head.

“And will you admit that in relationships, one usually falls into a more assertive role while the other falls into a submissive role?”

A prolonged response, but you settled for a shrug.  

“And you have a softer side, it’s just hidden under a facade of aggression.”  

You placed your drink down quickly, and stuttered; “W-well, I wouldn’t say-” “No, no.  That wasn’t a question.”  His dark eyes glimmered with a knowing benevolence.  

You face warmed on its’ own accord.  

Logic was also something that was not wasted on this man by any means.  It was like you were debating against a world class lawyer. You felt small and somewhat stupid, trapped by the brilliant diction to escape those plush lips of his.  Of course, your immediate reaction was to yell and spark up another fight. He had tricked you.

Yet, you couldn’t.  You would be proving him right.

Perhaps you were too stubborn.  Maybe you were demonizing the idea of a dom/sub relationship.  As you searched your mind for one valid reason to take a strong stance against it, you couldn’t.  

“Are you two ready to order?”  This broke your trance, causing you to look up and see the anxious waiter, pen and paper in hand.  

You huffed and looked at Namjoon.  “Order for me.”

Namjoon smirked, “No allergies to speak off?”  

“Nope.”

Namjoon turned his attention to the waiter and informed him of the food that he would be expecting.  Meanwhile, you attempted to drown yourself in that alcoholic grape juice that suddenly became all too interesting.  Not noticing the very proud smirk Namjoon held.

--

“Any recent literature to capture my nymphet’s mind?”  

You shoved another fork full into your mouth, not knowing whether or not to be happy that Namjoon did indeed order something you found very delicious.  Not that you would ever tell him that, though.

“I finished Fitzgerald’s ‘This Side Of Paradise.’”  You bluntly responded.

“And your thoughts?”  Namjoon prodded.

“Amory Blaine was a player who got mad when he got played.”  

Namjoon laughed, “Really now?  I thought he was ahead of his time.  When he met a woman who was finally of his wit and standard, she rejected him because she was too clever.  Hell, Amory Blaine wouldn’t have married himself!”

“Sure, she was smart for dodging him and marrying someone rich.  Yet, he didn’t have the right to bitch about it.”

“He got his heart broken.”  Namjoon argued.

“He got his ego broken.”  You disagreed, remembering the protagonists’ self-entitled rants of despair.

“We should have our own book club.”  Namjoon suggested, seeming to enjoy the contrast of beliefs concerning classic novels.  

“No thanks, I would rip your head off if I constantly had to hear your propaganda.”  Chewing harshly on purpose, you glared straight ahead at him.

He smiled, amused by your lack of manners.  “You’re a messy eater.”

You chewed louder, mouth open to get the sound effect as well.  

“You know, you’re only proving me right by acting like a childish brat.”  He smirked before passing you over a napkin. “If it were up to me, you would have gotten something from the kid’s menu and be eating out of kiddie plates and sippy cups.”  

“I think you would find perfect companionship at a daycare if that’s what you would want to see someone eat out of.”  You swallowed loudly, taking in sick satisfaction from Namjoons’ eyebrow twitch,

“Someone needs to teach you manners.”  He stated.

“You’re right.  Maybe Mr. Kim or Yoongi would be up for the job.”  Using his brothers against him was cruel, but you couldn’t deny the opportunity to get under his skin.  

He halted his movement to slice through his steak and looked up to bore his orbs into yours, “Don’t you dare mention those buffoons when you’re with me.”  

“Why?  Does it grind your gears to know that one of your brothers could be a more capable ‘daddy’ than you?”  you couldn’t help but tease, feeling a level of power at finding a weak point at a seemingly powerful man.  

A silence passed and his head bowed to cut through his steak, more precisely and harshly than he was mincing it before.  You paused your consuming, partly startled at his sudden seriousness and lack of banter.

“Tell me something dear, were you spanked as a child?”  

You choked, “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

He popped a dice of meat into his mouth to devour, “......because you’re about to be.”

--

Besides the obvious undertones of power-play, the dinner was perfectly adequate.  

Namjoon held qualities that you would’ve liked in a partner; intelligent, gentlemanly, well-read, respectful and clever enough to uphold a repartee with you.  He was one of the few people who you felt stimulated with by debating openly, one of the few people you respected as an equal footing with you. He challenged you. Some men you considered below you, knowing that their intentions were ill moraled and brains not nearly filled enough.  Other men you considered to be of a different world, too out of touch to ever be a match to you. Similar to how you felt when your relationship first bloomed with Jimin, a man who should’ve never collided worlds with you.

But Namjoon was someone you felt rather comfortable with.  After getting past the desperate swaying of dom/sub dynamics, you found yourself enjoying the company of the previously intimidating man.  He entertained your thoughts on culture, music and even absurd analysis on how Oscar wilde was the ‘first gay king’ as you lovingly put it.  

The meal was finished and he refused to beg for more of your time (something Jungkook or Jimin would’ve pulled.)  He paid the bill with the help of a shiny black card, laid a crisp twenty dollar bill on the table and led you out of the restaurant whilst guiding you via an arm around your waist.  

The car ride home was rather silent, the enchanting notes of Chopin played through the radio and draped an air of sophistication into the atmosphere.  Neither of you spoke, yet it was far from awkward. It was more like a mutual agreement to appreciate a stillness after such engaging conversation.

He pulled into your dorm parking lot.  Like an old fashioned bachelor, he exited his side to open the door for you and walk you to your door (or more like the dorm entrance).  

“Was I satisfactory?”  His deep voice rumbled, tone sounding more intimate as you were directly next to him...practically feeling the vibrations from his chest as he said his words.  

You two continued your walk, however you were setting the pace.  It was a slow walk, you had to admit, but you wanted to prolong the time and see how Namjoon would wrap the evening up.  So it was your little secret that you took your time with calculated strides.

“Compared to what I thought was going to happen….yeah, I’m pleased.”  

“And just what was your prediction?”  He chuckled.

“I don’t know.  Maybe you pulling a Cosby and taking me to a playroom or something.”  You laughed.

“Your humor is too satirical love, people overhearing might not get the joke.”  Namjoon pulled your form closer to him as a chilly wind passed through unexpectedly.  You breathed deep and briefly wondered if it would be weird to ask just exactly how much this fucker drops on cologne alone.  

‘He did tip a waiter like 20 dollars though….maybe I don’t wanna know.’

Sadly, you had approached the door and were forced to face him with goodbyes.  

“Well...I’m glad you got to spend a night with a man instead of wasting it on a little boy.”  

You rolled your eyes, and debated with whether or not you should say what has been bothering you on the drive over.

“A-are you going to teach me how a man kisses?”  This indeed was the reason you had agreed to the date in the first place; Namjoon claiming to blow Jungkook’s boyish technique out of the water with a much more experienced mouth.  It was something that was bubbling under the surface for you, making you prone to bursting if it wasn’t addressed.

Namjoon quirked his brow and rubbed the back of his neck, “I suppose, if that’s what the lady wants.”  

You waited, holding your breath subconsciously.  

He smirked and stepped closer to you, invading any realm of personal space.  God, he was tall. You felt vulnerable but surprisingly….you didn’t feel any disgust towards this new feeling.  It felt almost intimate to be so close to such a bigger frame than yours...

“Close your eyes.”  He purred. You obeyed, you didn’t know why you did it without question...but you obeyed.  

You waited for the feeling of his lips to touch yours.  

Would his kisses be rough and alpha-like, like the domineering persona seen before?

Or would it be careful and elaborate, similar to his manners and mindset?

You felt his hand take yours.  

You pursed your lips, not wanting to waste any time and cover the distance quickly.

You felt something warm and soft pucker against the back of your hand.

What?

You opened your eyes to witness something you weren’t expecting; Namjoon’s broad and receding back as he retreated towards the parking lot.  

Rage spurred within you.  

The fucker really just kissed your hand before trying to leave while you had your eyes closed and lips out like a fucking idiot?!  

“What the fuck Namjoon?!”  You called out, not caring how shrill and insane your own voice sounded as it echoed through the parking lot.  

He raised one long arm to wave back, still not turning around to face you.  “A real gentleman doesn’t kiss on the first date babygirl.”

You breathed in.

Your breathed out.  

“YOU MANIAC!  YOU CAN TALK ABOUT BDSM OVER DINNER BUT CAN’T EVEN PECK ME?!  ‘DADDY’ MY ASS! YOUR BROTHERS WOULDN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS!” You hollered as Namjoon got into his car, not once acknowledging your temper tantrum and starting up the vehicle to drive away.

You heard a window open as a college student poked their head out to see what was going on.  “What the fuck are you yelling for? People are trying to sleep!”

You looked up and flipped the anonymous peer off while taking out your keys to enter the dorm.  

The Kim brothers were an interesting breed, you decided.

--

You laid in bed, scrolling through your phone as you awaited sleep to come.  

When you had got home, Kat was nowhere to be seen and you were left with the dorm to yourself.  She did mention a study dat before so you weren’t too concerned.

You decided to wash up and turn in, knowing how early your first class was tomorrow.  

A notification popped up on the top of your screen, halting your browsing.

It was a text from Namjoon.  

‘I fell in love with her courage,

Her sincerity and her flaming self respect.  

And it’s these things I’d believe in,

Even if the world indulged in wild suspicions

That she wasn’t all that she should be.

I love her and that is the beginning of everything.’ ~F. Scott Fitzgerald’  

Did he really sent you a poem?  

You spent about ten minutes reading the words over and over again, letting it warm your heart as you pictured Namjoon’s long fingers typing it down and thinking of you.  It was easy for you to connect the dots given one of the his favorite topics was your submission to him. However, this poem hinted that he was not at all turned off by your aggression and bratiness. Even if the world didn’t think think you were proper, your flaming self respect earned Namjoon’s fondness of you.  And like the last line said….

This was only the beginning.

You fell asleep with a smile upon your face.

--

Perhaps if you had looked up the horoscope for your astrological sign, it would’ve warned you of just exactly how cursed this day was about to be.  Maybe even told you to stay your ass home.

Sadly, you had to discover this bad fortune the hard way by treading out into the very world itself.  

First, you woke up late and thus had very little time to get pretty.  Not only did you burst into your first class about 15 minutes late, but you also looked like a hot mess.  

Then, you realized that you forgot to charge your laptop last night.  Meaning, all notes were now going to have to painstakingly be taken by hand.  This would have been longer and more carpal-tunnel themed but god decided to strike upon you even harder by making that pen explode on you, ink now staining your shirt.  

And the final nail in the coffin was in your early afternoon class.  Your professor was handing back grades on the most recent paper to be turned in, one that you have worked very hard on and missed sleep over.  

And what did you get?

A big, bright, red ‘F’.

Red was a hideous color, you concluded.  Maybe that’s why teachers used it? To make the letter grade look angry and disappointed.  It worked like a charm given the more you stared at it, the more heavy the guilt and inner-turmoil felt on your chest.  

You had enough of this day.  

You looked like shit.

Felt like shit.

And apparently your quality as a student was utter shit.

There was a silver lining, and in a facade optimism you tried to focus on it and nothing else.  

You only had one more class to suffer through today, after that you were perfectly free to wallow the rest of the 24 hours in bed with whatever items to satisfy a pity party.  

But while walking on campus to your next class, you had caught sight of something.  

A group of guys were lurking by the entrance to your next class.  

The closer you approached, the more clearer their faces became.  

It was a fuck boy pack, about five in total.  They were excitedly talking with one another, some even rough housing with those enlarged limbs of theirs.  You rolled your eyes and continued your stride, not wanting to pause and give them any more inspection. All you had to do was pass them and get into the classroom.  

A boisterous roar that made you jump, the sound coming from the group itself (which now appeared to be like a group of wild hyenas).  

You turned to see what the fuck can be such cause for such foolish hollering.

Only to see one of the guys pointing right at you while the others turned to face the direction.  

And what face was among them?

Jungkook.

--

The scene was reminiscent of ‘Mean Girls’.  

When Lindsey Lohan ate her lunch in the bathroom because she had no one to sit with.  

You were just like her.

Instead, you weren’t eating lunch so much as you were bawling your eyes out.

A girl could only take so much, you know?

After you saw Jungkook among them, you snapped right back around to head to a bathroom.  Not wanting him to bear witness to your now red face and watery eyes.

You promised yourself that you were just heading to the restroom for a second to process what just happened.  Not to mention you also wanted to avoid them. However the more you tried to process it from within the claustrophobic stall of yours, the more unbearable the situation became.  

Paranoia clawed at you and it quickly became apparent that either way, it wasn’t looking good for you.

What the fuck did Jungkook tell them about you?

Did he also tell them about your night together?  

Did he tell them that you were a poor commoner willing to set aside self-respect for the wealth of sugar daddies?

Just how much did he expose of your intimate side to his bros for the sake of a laugh?

Although Jungkook was the proud owner of doe eyes, iron man socks and IU posters….he still hung out with jocks and wore too much axe spray to be allowed.  Foolish it was to place any trust on a man like that. If he wanted to let the whole school know of your dirty little secret, he would have all the proof and popularity on his side.  

You sniffled.

You knew that today in general just wasn’t a good day for you.  Over-sensitivity was a given. But did being aware of your wounded heart make the pain go away any less?  No. Of course not.

You just felt so...small.  Hopeless. Meek. Like prey to anyone and anything that wanted to hurt you today.  

And you craved protection of any sort.  

Your eyes released more tears and another sob broke through your seemingly paper-thin chest.  Just when exactly did you work yourself into a incomprehensive hysteria? You didn’t know.

Working on auto-pilot, you felt your own hand reach for your phone and swiftly click a contact name, tears dropping onto the screen before you put it to your ear.  

A ring as you called the person.  

He picked up on the second one.

“Hello?”  his deep voice greeted.  

“Daddy!   Please get me….I-I’m  scared.” you pleaded, not understanding the words that left your mouth until it was much too late.

Namjoon was taken aback on the other line.

Maybe the submissive side wasn’t so hidden afterall.

(Sorry I haven’t touched this fic in a long time....Im trash.  tbh I hit a writers block and found nam kinda intimidating to write for. Is it obvious I haven’t written this story in a long time lmao? I have an outline though for the next few chapters so we should get back on track.  Im very proud of the other stories I put out tho so if you haven’t yet, please check those out.  Ask my character is available, tell me your thoughts on this chapter and I’ll catch you guys on the flippity flop.)

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Undecided Chapter 4...

Title: Undecided Pt 4

Genre: Investigation, murder, masked behavior.

Warnings: murder, psychotic behavior, might be triggering.

Members: detective OT7 x Forensic scientist Reader

Note: WORDS WRITTEN LIKE THIS ONLY ADDS ONTO THE STORY

Summary: Moving overseas for a once in a lifetime job offer was one of the scariest things Y/N ever did. That was until she got stuck in a twisted investigation of random murders, all with one link but no leads. Closing in on the culprit(s) Y/N doesn’t realize the danger she’s getting into. With no family or friends, can Y/N dare to trust those seven closest to her with her life?

A/N here we are ! the next part of Y/N journey! Do enjoy and please don’t hesitate to ask any questions regarding this story... the next update might take a little longer. I want to add some changes! but they won’t affect the story as it is! Happy reading! <3 

Chapter 3 

•♡•

Trust:  Hope or expectation

•♡•

Who knows, you might never leave South Korea again…

As you sat at your dining room table, reading over the second to last document you failed to hear your front door opening and closing. You were not so pleasantly surprised when Namjoon suddenly spoke next to you.

“You know, locking your front door might be a good thing to keep in mind Y/N.”  That was the last time you forget to lock your door and that was the fastest you have ever left a chair.

“WHAT THE HELL – Oh” you yelled as you spun around coming face to face with a laughing Namjoon.

“Relax sweet cheeks, it’s just me. I came for those reports” Namjoon said with a smirk when his laughter finally died down.

After you gave him the reports and shared a cup of coffee, you finally bid him farewell at the, now locked, front door. You then returned to your dining room to clean up the scatter of papers and notes you had been working on. Something about the way he said sweet cheeks made you blush. Maybe the way he said it so… casually? Either way, it’s becoming clear to you that you have made some progress in winning their trust. Even if it’s one member at a time.

As you finish collecting everything, your stomach decided to make its presence known to the world. “Right, I forgot to feed you” you mutter to no one in particular. Okay, maybe not to no one, the shadowy figure lurking outside your dining room window most definitely heard your every word. Not that you noticed, everyone learns from their mistakes, eventually…

•♡•

The weather was slowly turning. The summer heat was fading into a cool Autumn scene. Trees were going brown, some even losing their leaves, people started wearing thicker clothes and remaining indoors at most.

You for one had a hard time adjusting to this sudden change in weather. Your home country all the warmer and definitely sunnier than South Korea. One good example of just how unprepared you really were, would be your lack of proper clothing for weather as cold as this. Even the clothes you bought the first full day in South Korea, wasn’t warm enough.

The boys, on the other hand, didn’t seem all that bothered by the change in weather. While you looked like an overstuffed panda bear, they just looked ever so perfect. You have your suspicions that they all do some sort of modeling on the side, how else do you explain the magazine perfect men you work with? These thoughts you’ll keep to yourself, for safety reasons.

Once again, the SUV was silent on your way to the office. Everyone was either daydreaming or working on their phones. You were just about to slip into another daydream when Taehyungs phone rang. All the boys stopped all movement as they visibly freeze. Curiosity filled you as you eagerly waited to see what made the boys so tense.

Oh, how stupid you are expecting good news in your line of work.

As Taehyung listened, he visibly paled. One by one the other boys became restless in their own seats, seemingly in on whatever Taehyung was currently listening to. Maybe that comes with experience.

“What’s going on?” you whispered to Seokjin.

“His phone only ever rings this early if there’s a break in the case, or if there’s a new case. Judging by his lack of colour I would say the latter is the most accurate assumption to make at this stage” he whispered back.

 Wait… another murder? Fuck, you didn’t think he would strike so fast… this wasn’t part of his pattern at all. Well, whoever this psycho was he certainly likes change. Either that or he had a way to listen to what you were rambling about in your garden... No way… there’s no fucking way….

“Y/N? Hey, are you okay?” Yoongi asked as he shakes you out of your daydream, concern filling his eyes.

Nodding you shifted in your seat as the idea of a murderer in your backyard settles into your consciousness. Yoongi only eyed you with an unreadable expression, seemingly deciding to drop the subject, for now.

That is until Taehyung ends his call and orders Hoseok in a different direction. Turning in his seat, Tae finally decided to confirm your suspicions.

“There’s been another murder. This time it was a male… Y/N, if you are correct about there being a connection, I suspect the killer knows and is toying with us now.” Tae said as he turned back to the front, face as emotionless as ever.

“Fuck” Jungkook hissed as the van suddenly turned around.

Fuck indeed…  

•♡•

This scene was a complete mess. Blood and guts were everywhere. No clean-up was done what-so-ever.

“This isn’t right…” You mumbled as you took in the bloodbath in front of you. This scene wasn’t even close to what the other murders looked like. This one was messy and very unorganized in a very organized way. Immediately your eyes began to scan for anything, literally anything that could possibly connect this red canvas to that of the crime scene photos you studied.

“Y/N tell me what your first observations are,” Taehyung said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Voice ever so deep as it was even. He didn’t even bother looking at you instead, he chose to take in the ‘not-so-neat-and-clean’ Motel room.

“This isn’t at all like the photos I’ve seen. It’s messy. The victim isn’t clean like the others, his clothes are wrong, the way he was found is wrong, the place he is found in is wrong, even the way he was murdered is completely uncharacteristic to the other victims. If this is the same guy, he either is toying with us as you suggested, or he wanted to prove a point.” You said as you grunted in disgust.

“Prove a point? I’m not following” Tae said, confusion clear in his voice

“If he is trying to prove something, I most definitely would guess he wants to prove to us just how cunning and planned out he can be. Like he wants to let us know that all the evidence we find, was meant to be found. He wants us to know exactly who is in charge. I would even guess that this victim was cleaned and placed like this for a reason. I could almost bet my life that the blood isn’t even human” You said.

Tae only let out a hum in response. You probably stood there for five minutes or less before the rest of the team joined you. You weren’t allowed onto the crime scene until the body was removed by Seokjin, the pathologist. Chain of custody and all that.

“Let’s go back to the office. There are a few things we need to discuss.” Tae suddenly said. This caught you off guard. You still need to process the scene, leaving now could mean the loss of vital evidence. Besides everyone knows the first 48 hours into an investigation are crucial.

“Wait a minute. Excuse my inexperience in this sort of thing but shouldn’t we process the scene first? What if we lose vital evidence?” You were even more confused now. This is not how things are supposed to work. There’s a certain protocol that needed to be followed.

As one, all seven stopped and turned to you. A strange gleam entered their eyes as they just stared at you.

“What? Am I wrong?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest, ready to pull four years of knowledge out if necessary.

“Oh no, the opposite actually. But if you turn around and look at the scene again, you’ll see why we are leaving sweetheart.” Jimin said with his crescent eye-smile.

Turning around you came face to face with a walking corpse. Not only was the supposed murdered man walking and very much alive, but he was also helping some of the officials clean up the scene. If it weren’t for a pair of strong arms around your waist you would have hit the ground as the world around you suddenly went black.

•♡•

Friendly hugs, secret kisses on the cheek and stolen glances. Any girls' dream, right? In your case, this was a nightmare… You were somewhere in a park. The trees a beautiful brown as leaves rained down around you. You were twirling and laughing, you know, having the time of your life.

But you weren’t alone. You were with someone, a male. But you don’t know who.

Twirling around you come face to face with Lusai. His red hair moving ever so slightly in the wind, his green eyes staring back at you with so much pain, it made you dizzy. His smile fades as he stares at you, then he looks down as if he’s ashamed of you. His plump lips pulled in disgust. Turning around again, you come face to face with Taehyung. He has a playful gleam in his eyes, his whole demeanor screams calm and safety. You even see his boxy smile before you turn around again. Glancing back to where Taehyung was standing only seconds before, you’re greeted by Seokjin’s smiling face. His eyes are open and innocent as he extends a hand to you. You return the gesture but just before your hands touch your spinning around again. This time when you look back, you come face to face with a scowling Jungkook. The young man’s face immediately softens when his gaze lands on yours. Relief floods him when he sees your smile, he’s about to say something when the world spins again. Namjoon’s dimpled smile greets you as the spinning stops. Instead of extending only one hand, he throws both hands towards you, inviting you into a hug. With all your might, you try and run towards him, but the world and it’s spinning stops you.

Opening your eyes, you come face to face with Yoongi, his soft pale features greet you in what can only be described as a gummy smile. His eyes are filled with love and something that you can’t fully place. Before you can question this the world, once again spins to reveal Jimin. His crescent eye smile makes your heart flutter. He extends his arms to you, inviting you into his embrace. But once again you’re stopped. The world spins to reveal Hoseok waiting with his sunshine smile, arms already extended. He looks warm and safe and you just want to hug him and never let go.

But then, then the world spins again to reveal an enraged Lusai. His eyes hold a hatred you have never seen, his whole aura screams at you to run, to get away. Closing your eyes and shaking your head, you try and place where this sudden hatred could come from. Upon opening them, you come face to face with a blood-covered Lusai. He holds a knife in one hand and a gun in his other. With this, he stalks towards you. His muscles are tense as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you. Just before he reached you the world spin once again.

This time you are met with seven pairs of arms extended towards you. The boys all are frantically gesturing for you to enter their safe haven of an embrace. Without giving this a second thought you run towards them.

A comforting warmth surrounds you as they enclose you in a group hug. This is what love feels like. This is what trust is.

“Y/N? Hey, wake up little dove.” Namjoon’s voice enters your consciousness. The strong arms around you grow even tighter as you begin to stir. Your eyes flutter as they fight to stay closed.

“Hey, I think she’s coming back to us. Hey, there sleepy head. Woah, take it easy there, tiger!” Seokjin says as he helps you sit up slowly.

Opening your eyes, the first thing you notice is your surroundings. Your back at the office, or at least a place similar to the office. The second thing you notice is the arms around you. Following the path to the shoulder, you conclude that these, very strong arms belong to Jungkook. Seokjin is crouched in front of you, Namjoon is just a little behind him with a wet towel in hand. Jimin and Yoongi are seated on the left of Jungkook and Taehyung’s standing somewhere behind you, along with Hoseok.

“You got us worried there for a second Y/N,” Namjoon said as he took a few steps closer.

Without processing Namjoon’s words, panic strikes you as you recall the events prior to your weird dream. You try and fail, to get out of the iron hold Jungkook has on you. You’re met with a lot of resistance as he easily pins you to his firm chest. Letting out a whine of protest you finally give up the pointless fight.

“Calm down Y/N. Breath, we’ll explain everything to you. Just stay calm for now. Here, have some water.” Jungkook says to you. His grip loosens a bit to free your arms from their muscled prison. You gladly accept the offered water, downing the glass in one go.  

“Right, where to begin?” Taehyung begins.

“Well, the walking corpse seems like a good place to fucking start” You bite out. You were very much pissed off at that little stunt they pulled. You wanted an explanation and you wanted it now. You were ready to walk if they failed to explain why and who thought it would be hilarious to scare the living shit out of you, a newly graduated, fresh out of university with little to no experience, 20-year-old girl that misses her family.

“Ah yes, your anger is understandable…” Hoseok pipes up with an unnecessary amount of enthusiasm.

“But we had to get creative to see if you truly are what we need in our team” Yoongi adds

“We had to test your observation skills, what you could possibly miss or misinterpret” Namjoon helpfully adds from his spot behind Seokjin.

“So, we decided to stage a scene, one that could go one of two ways,” Jimin says as he, once again, smiles.

“One way would have been ‘an unrelated case’ the other would have been ‘related’” Jungkook says, his arms still around you. Keeping this and the fact that he was the first to challenge your skills in mind you replay their words in your mind.

Furrowing your brows, you were at a loss for words. Not out of shock, but just because you honestly had no response to this new information.

“You, however, immediately compared the scene we gave you to the photographs Jungkookie took. You never saw the other scenes, yet you successfully compared them. By doing that you immediately eliminated the possibility of the case being related to the one we’re currently dealing with.” Taehyung said.

So, they tested you to see if you could man up and do your job. Bastards. You’ll give it to them, that was a very creative way of doing it. Still scarred you for life, it’s a miracle you don’t need therapy after seeing a dead man walking and clean his own guts from the floor. Not often someone can tell you that, now is it?

“In conclusion, you surprised us Y/N,” Seokjin said taking your hand in his, kissing your knuckles in the process.

“Well done and welcome to the family,” Namjoon said with a smile as he came over to give you a hug.

You would have stood up at that moment to make things easier for Mr. Skyscraper, but a certain pair of arms prevented this from happening.

One by one the boys each congratulated you with either a kiss to the cheek or a hug. You felt a very familiar warmth enter your heart, the same warmth you felt during your dream. You were confused though. Their attitudes towards you changed so suddenly. Were they being careful at first? Why did they deem it necessary to test you, even after you, kind of already proved your worth with the previous day’s briefing? You literally just made a logical observation. You didn��t even really use your ‘skills set’ in their little test.

Who knows, things could only get better from here on. Maybe your dream was telling you that it’s okay to stay.

Character intro update

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The Bough That Broke

A/N: I don’t know why I am giving sweet loveable Jin some Whump and Angst.. I really do adore him, I promise!!! 

Synopsis: Jin is injured from an avoidable accident, leaving him partially paralyzed from the waist down. Reader is the nurse that is hired to take care of him once he gets back to the dorms and begins the physically and emotionally painful road to recovery. Will she have what it takes to spark determination in him to get back on the stage? 

Characters: Idol!Jin x Nurse!Reader

Genre: Whump, Angst, Itty Bittyamount of crack, itty bitty amount of fluff, maybeeeeeee some smut

Warnings: First few chapters are rough, starting out of the gate with the Angst and Whump. I’m sorry!!! Don’t hate me for hurting Jin.... pretty please!!I promise to make him all better in the end!

Word Count: 1630

Each Chapter will get its own warnings. If anything is a trigger, please read at your own discretion.

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It was supposed to be a simple concert in a small venue. It was supposed to be a simple set. What it was supposed to be and what it actually was, though, are two different things. 

“Hey, we’re here to help with stage set-up” the two girls piped up as they ran into a man that seemed to be in charge. He looked them up and down, scrutinizing their size. Hee looked past them, motioned for another stagehand to comeover, then turned back to the girls.

“Jongdae will show you what needs to be done. You will get paid at the end of your shift tonight and after break down tomorrow night.” Both girls squealed, then quickly recovered their composure and Jongdae approached them. He led them away, showing them where the equipment was being stored, and told them to get to work. 

Little did they know, that was their first mistake. A mistake that could have ended a life. 

“Hey Jimin, I’m going to run through my placement one more time, I might want to adjust the lighting a bit.” Jin headed back on stage, using his earpiece to communicate with the lighting crew above. He had the music start, going through the motions and words of Epiphany. He stopped short of stage right, looking up then back to the stage. “Can you adjust the lights here? I think a bit more from behind me will look better. I like the shadowing effect.” 

With the earpiece in, and the music still blaring, Jin didn’t hear the loud strain of metal as the light moved directions. He continued until he was pleased with the outcome, unaware of what was hanging by a literal thread overhead.

That was their second mistake. A mistake that almost ended a life. Three strikes and someone might be out.

They put their hands in the center, one hand on top of the other.

“Bangtan, Bangtan, Bangtan Sonyeondan!” their hands flew up and they began bouncing on the balls of their feet. The air was electrifying, the energy thick and palpable. Seven young men, doing what they love, and giving their all to ARMY. Within minutes, they would be up on the stage, fan chants reverberating throughout the small venue. It was music to their ears, hundreds of voices singing their names over and over. 

Two young girls flitted over to them, smiled stretched across their thin lips. They patted the members backs, wishing them luck, then scooted off just as quickly, giggling loudly and holding hands as the ran.

“What was that all about?” Jungkook leaned over to Hobi. Hobi shrugged as he looked to Namjoon. 

“They helped with stage prep this morning. I guess they are a little excited.” He shook his head before leading the members to the rising platform that would bring them to the stage, and one of them to a life altering accident. 

The roar of the fans penetrated through their ear pieces, smiles curling at their lips as they stepped onto the stage. The music filled the small arena, energy vibrating everywhere as their voices harmonized, flowing seamlessly from one song to the next. It was coming up on Jin’s solo for Epiphany. The piano began, Jin playing the keys with his eyes closed, his passion apparent.  Oblivious to what was happening above him, he stood and made his way to the single spotlight. The gems that covered his suit jacket sparkled and scattered refracted lights across the fans, cheers erupting as he took one more step just outside of the light. It was at that moment that the spotlight was supposed to move behind him. The echoes of screaming fans drowned out the sound of metal snapping under the strain of being improperly setup, the support beam and light now hanging by just an electric cord. Jin lifted the microphone to his lips, but there would be no sound coming.

The next few seconds passed as the catwalk tech watched in horror as the metal beam and lighting fixture became disconnected and fell. The other members watched, frozen in place, as Jin was crumpled under the weight of the beam. No one could move, no matter how hard their mind fought to take a first step. The lights went dark, the music stopped. There was chaos in the stands, fans crying and running for the exits they were being ushered towards.

Namjoon was the first to break from his trance, trying to make his way to his hyung, his friend, his brother.

"Jin!" 

He fought against arms that held him back. He turned in their grasp, swinging arms wildly. The others were also restrained by staff, allowing the medics access to the tangled heap of twisted metal and Jin's body. 

“Get them out of here! We need more people!” Orders were being given from several of the men that were gathered around Jin. Five more men came rushing past, and all the other members could do was stand helplessly by. It was an eternity before they were able to lift the beam off and move it carefully away.  

To see Jin from a distance,you would think there was no sign of life to be found. He was lifeless, not moving even as the weight was taken from him. Jimin wailed when he caught sight of the blood, the thick dark red pool growing by the second. Jungkook was the one to break free from the hands that were struggling to keep him back. He skidded across the floor, halting in his tracks then fell to the ground. The others were reluctantly aloud to go to Jungkook, each of them kneeling a short distance away. Then came the stretcher and three more medics. 

“Keep his body as still as you can. Get the neck brace and straightboard.” somebody cradled Jin’s head gingerly as the brace was situated and secured. As space was made for the straightboard to be brought in, it was then that Namjoon and Yoongi noticed the awkward position of Jin’s lower half. It was as if someone had used him as a rag doll and twisted him at the middle before throwing him to the ground in disgust. Namjoon’s stomach churned and wretched, making him empty what little contents were still digesting. Hoseok and Yoongi aided him to stand and led him off the stage against Namjoon’s pained protests. 

Jin was at long last strapped onto the straightboard and laid on his back. The medics scrambled to get him stable, starting an IV and covering him with a blanket. Vitals signs were being monitored, and the stretcher was brought out. He was lifted up with the utmost caution and care, being placed on the stretcher and immediately wheeled out.

The staff came to check on Namjoon and the others. They all insisted they were okay, only asking where Jin was being taken. 

“They are airlifting him to the nearest trauma hospital. We need to get you all out of costume, then we can take you to where he’s going.”

Ushered off the stage, they ran to their dressing rooms, stripping out of their clothes along the way. Once dressed, they were piled into an unmarked van and set off for a long hour’s ride. Silence filled the interior, the only sounds were that of them each crying. When Namjoon could no longer ignore the inevitable question, he finally spoke up.

“He’s going to be okay, we have to believe that. Jin is strong and healthy. He has to be okay.”

Once  they arrived at the hospital they were taken in through the ambulance entrance. With heads hung low, they somberly gathered around the nurses station. They could overhear the commotion in one of the bays, people talking over each other as they hurried to stabilize Jin. One of the nurses step around from behind the curtain, making her way to them. 

“We are working on getting him stable. He is at a critical point right now, but we are doing our best.”

“When can we see him?” Taehyung asked, at last finding his voice since this all began. 

“It will be a while. We have tests to run, scan to take. Why don’t you all find a place to rest, someone will come and get you when we know more.” She placed a comforting hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, the sympathy showing in her downturned expression.  One of the nurses at the station led them to a private conference room. Their manager brought them food, and the nibbled and picked at the sandwhiches and chips. 

Yoongi began pacing back and forth, his anger rising as the seconds passed at a snail’s pace. Jimin took his arm, attempting to make him stand still. Yoongi spun on his heel, glaring at  the younger man, fists clenched tightly. 

“Yoongi, please. Just take a seat. There is nothing we can do right now.” Jimin was pleading with Yoongi, but he was having none of it.

“Who set the lighting? What fucking idiot put the support beams and lights up? Who the fuck didn’t check it? “ His voice echoed off the walls, and Hoseok had to physical sit him down.

“We’ll figure it out, Yoongi. We have our hands tied right now. Let’s find out about Jin, first, then we will find out who did this.” Namjoon’s tone was calm, a false cover of how he was beating himself up inside. He was supposed to protect these men, he was supposed to ensure their safety and well-being, and he had failed. Sensing him turmoil, Taehyung plopped down beside him. 

“Hyung, you didn’t know. None of us did. It’s not your fault, it’s not any of ours fault.” Namjoon let his head fall on Taehyung’s shoulder, silent tears dampening the younger one’s shirt.

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Versus | MYG, JHS - Chapter 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: weapons - drones, laser whip, knives, hand-to-hand combat, blood, swearing, switching POVs

Word Count: 3k

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?

A/N: It's time for battle! Let the competition commence!

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Chapter Two ✨ Series Masterlist ✨ Chapter Four

Chapter Three: Round One - FIGHT!

Jimin’s laugh makes Yoongi’s ear twitch as he cackles into the line. “I’m just saying, it seems to be taking you an awfully long time to take Vitality down. I thought you were supposed to be a supervillain?”

“I have a plan. Plans take time. Why are you calling me, again?”

“Just confirming we’re on for lunch tomorrow.”

“Ah. Yes. But you’re paying this time. Don’t try that ‘left my wallet at home’ bullshit again.”

“I won’t,” Jimin lies. “You know, Hoseok-hyung has a plan to put her in her place once and for all, and it’s a doozy.”

“Bully for him.” He pauses. “What exactly did he tell you?”

“Motherfucker!” Huff, huff. “Son of a cunt!” 

Your curses float into the air, fighting for space among the countless black drones hovering above you. Whirling, you send several bursts of energy overhead, taking out two of the tiny aircrafts. Two more rush to fill their place, laser cannons firing away. 

Hobi cackles gleefully from the other end of the abandoned naval carrier, in his standard black ensemble, harness straps crisscrossing his torso, sinister grin on his face. At the moment, he resembles a demented conductor, directing his orchestra of tiny aircrafts to create a symphony of chaos. With a graceful wave of his hand, he sends more of the drones your way. 

You let loose a flurry of blasts alongside a storm of swear words. How the fuck are there so many of these fucking machines? When Hobi’s sitting in his stupid lair somewhere plotting his next move, is this what his henchmen do all day –work on drone assembly lines?

And where the fuck did he find a decommissioned warship to play with?!

“You’ve got her on the ropes now, baby,” Jin coos into Hobi’s earpiece as he deploys another wave of drones.  

“Jin, less commentary and more focusing on keeping this thing from running aground, okay?” Hobi sighs. 

“Don’t worry, darling, all systems are fully operational. The nav guidance will prevent us from drifting into shallow waters.”

Not even Jin’s inane pet names can upset Hobi right now as he swings his arm in a wide circle, commanding several drones to divebomb you. “Good work, Jin.” 

“Thank you, Daddy,” Jin simpers, as much as an A.I. can do such a thing.

Hobi lets that slide, too. Truly, he’s having a glorious day. His plan to overwhelm you is going swimmingly, and he hasn’t even had to turn on the power disrupters yet. Maybe he can finish you off without even having to use them. 

As soon as he allows himself to envision that scenario, you take a running leap off of the detritus of a crashed jet and hurl yourself into the sky. Spinning, you release a 360 blast and obliterate every single drone surrounding you, and then execute a perfect superhero landing, down on one knee.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. 

“Time for Plan B, boss?” Jin inquires. 

WIth a frustrated howl, Hobi switches the disrupters on. 

Something hits you. You don’t see anything, but you feel it roll through you. A pulse. Just like the last time you fought this bastard. Your other leg buckles and you manage to catch yourself with both hands before you keel directly into the hard metal of the carrier below you. 

Hobi stalks towards you, a fierce look of determination on his handsome face. 

“What the fuck is happening?” you warble, trying to access your power. It’s like it’s been cut off. You can’t feel the energies swirling inside you anymore. It’s a horrible, helpless sensation.

Hobi doesn’t respond. Instead, he aims a strong kick directly at your head. You duck, rolling to the side. 

You reach within again, seeking to summon a blast, and still feel nothing. Hobi beams at your visible frustration. “What’s wrong, little bee? Did someone pluck your wings?” 

Fuck it. You don’t need your powers to bring him down. You launch yourself at him like a wildcat, snarling and hissing. 

Hobi laughs delightedly as your bodies collide. You land a blow to his face, and blood drips from his nose, but still he cackles. This is exactly what he wants. He loves his toys, but there’s nothing like the thrill of hand-to-hand combat. The sheer exhilaration of touch. 

“Come, little bee, show me your sting,” he taunts you, parrying a punch. “Is that all you’ve got?”

You growl, forgoing the banter in favor of simply kicking his ass. Hobi nearly captures you in a headlock but you slip free, sliding around him and kneeing him in the back. He won’t stop fucking laughing and it’s driving you insane.

“Maybe I should use my whip? Show you what a real sting feels like?” He dips elegantly, dodging a high kick. “Would you like that?” His fingers brush over the laser whip coiled on his side. It’s a tempting thought, to watch you lie there, taking every bite, every ounce of pain he can give, but no. No gadgets. He wants to feel you come apart with his bare hands. 

In every way possible. 

As he continues to evade your moves, Hobi wonders if he shouldn’t bother with this competition. After all, if he destroys you, he won’t be able to play with you anymore. And he so enjoys the game.

Although right now, you’re playing pretty quietly, your heavy exhalations the only sounds you utter as you back away slightly, fists weakly treading air like a knackered pugilist preparing for another round. You make a mental note to ask Namjoon to help you with your stamina the next time you workout together. Lord knows he could teach you a thing or two about it. 

You attempt another punch but Hobi smoothly catches your arm and yanks on it, twirling you into his embrace. His lips curl menacingly as he wraps himself around you, crushing your back to his chest, one hand clutching your throat. Hot breath ghosts down your neck and you ignore the racing of your heart, telling yourself it’s just the adrenaline. 

“You know, I think I would very much like to show you,” Hobi murmurs. “Last time we met, I offered you pleasure, little bee, and you turned me down. I wonder, would your answer be the same if I offered you pain instead?” His lithe fingers begin to squeeze the sides of your neck, cutting off your air just enough to make you gasp. His voice drops to a whisper. “I think maybe you’re like me. You enjoy it more than you want to admit.” 

Your blood boils at the thought. You’re nothing like this maniac. Fuck, you need to end this now. Refusing him the satisfaction of a response, you merely grunt before elbowing him hard enough in the mouth. He spits out a blood-flecked laugh as you escape from his hold. 

“Nothing to say? No witty quips for me this time?” Hobi grins, his normally dazzling smile now a gruesome sight, crimson staining his shiny white teeth. The color seems to flow around him, and it takes you a second to realize your power is back and you’re looking at his aura.

And what’s more, you can feel him. Feel the energy that blazes inside him, surging through his every cell. It’s so much stronger than what you’re used to sensing when it comes to humans. 

You’ve never fed off a living creature. Any energy you’ve ever consumed, you’ve taken from battle - from the kinetic energy of an opponent’s punch or the radiant energy of their weapons, for example. The thought of feeding off of something alive feels taboo in a way you can’t quite explain. Like a line that shouldn’t be crossed. 

The way his body calls to you right now makes you want to smear that line until it no longer exists.

Instead of answering his question, you spring forward in a forceful jump, sailing into the air and wrapping your legs around his neck. His face is buried in your thigh, strong hands gripping your ass, trying to get a good handful so he can toss you off. But you beat him to it, violently throwing yourself backwards, flipping the two of you over. 

You land gracefully on your own two feet. He does not. 

Hobi slams into the steel deck. He’s definitely going to feel that tomorrow. As you stand over his prone body, Jin jabbers in his earpiece. “Don’t worry, love, I’ve already alerted the team that you’re going to need an evac soon.” 

Thank god for henchmen and besotted AIs. 

Hobi hocks a mouthful of blood. “Impressive move, little bee. I’ve never seen you strike like that. Like a wild animal.” He smirks. “Did that feel good?”

The midday sun beating down on the hull of the carrier glints off the chrome, momentarily blinding him as he peers at you. When he looks up again, he realizes you’re holding his whip, fingers curling into the leather-bound handle as you feed on the buzzing weapon. 

It did in fact feel good to attack him the way you did. But fuck if you’ll let him know that. “You talk too much,” you hiss, aiming a burst at his head. “There’s your fucking quip.”

“Look, Jimin, I don’t care that you haven’t had the chance to use the dolphin laser gear that I let you borrow, I’m just telling you that I need it back. Immediately.“

“Aw, come on! I haven’t had the time to play with it! Why do you need it so quickly, anyway? Are you going to go after Vitality with it?”

“It’s none of your business why I need it. I just do. Don’t make me ask again.”

“Fine. I’ll give it back,” Jimin deceives Hoseok. “Did I tell you I spoke to Yoongi-hyung the other day?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, you will care when he finally puts an end to Vitality once and for all.”

Silence. Then in the deepest, darkest tone, Hoseok drawls, “Go on.”

CLANG!

The sound of a dagger clattering to the cement floor rings through the room. Yoongi snarls, another blade materializing in his left hand, and he flings the weapon at you as he ducks and rolls beneath one of your blasts. 

“Will you fucking hold still, you little shit?” you howl as you knock another dagger out of the air. “And enough with the fucking knives already, damn! What is your deal with those, anyway, you Edward Scissorshands reject!” 

It’s not your best attempt at banter. You’re a little sluggish today, still reeling from your last battle with Dark Hobi, although you are more than loath to admit it. Not to give that creep too much credit, but he’d managed to wind you good yesterday, and now you’re struggling to keep Yoongi’s daggers from piercing your skintight uniform - you refuse to call it a “costume,” as if you’re out here trick-or-treating instead of saving the fucking world. Again. 

A sharp laugh pierces your ear, scattering your thoughts like broken glass and bringing you back to reality. Yoongi dodges between servers, tall monoliths of flashing lights and buzzing electricity, and you charge forward, trying to close the distance between you. The crimson glow of his energy leaves a trail behind him, giving you the advantage in this incredibly tiresome game of hide-and-go-seek-the-lunatic. 

“Come on, pretty bird, try to keep up!” Yoongi taunts as he darts between the electronic monoliths, tossing daggers over his shoulder. Another delirious giggle bursts from his lips. It would worry most people if they discovered that they enjoyed this, but Yoongi realized a long time ago just how much these encounters with you please him. There’s something about the hunt that he craves, and there’s no one he’d rather hunt, no other prey worth chasing, than you

He tosses another blade over his shoulder and you shoot it down easily, much to his annoyance. It had been Taehyung’s (admittedly excellent) idea to lure you into one of your company’s server farms. Ridiculously easy for the two of them to gain access to the building via the sewers, practically child’s play to take out the guards protecting the compound. These computers contain all records pertaining to every individual, supervillain or not, brought against the company for trial. All of the investigations, the missions, the tribunal judgements - everything is here. Yoongi knew that by vowing to release the information onto the internet, the company would send you here. After all, if you wanted to protect your dirty little secrets, you’d deploy your best weapon, right? Except she’d have to be careful and hold her full power back to avoid unfortunate collateral damage, like destroying all the critical data these servers hold. 

Well, it had seemed like a solid idea at the time. But it turns out that you’re pretty confident in your aim, so you’ve been letting your blasts fly all over the place, taking out Yoongi’s blades and being just an absolute pain in his ass. Again. 

Yoongi reaches into the inner pocket of his striped suit, searching for the remote for the power disrupters. All he has to do is press the little red button, and you’ll be stripped of your abilities. As long as the tech holds out, that is. Jimin insisted the last time Yoongi nagged him about the disrupters that he’d fixed the bug, but Yoongi has his doubts. 

So he resorts to Plan B. 

As you suddenly appear around the side of a tower, Yoongi leaps. His body smashes into yours as he tackles you to the floor. 

“Get off me!” you hiss, pushing the cackling man away as best you can, but Yoongi quickly pins your arms to your chest with his weight, kneeling over you. His ginger hair hangs in his face, dripping with the exertion of his mad dashing, and his upper lip curls as he smirks at you. “Fucking get off, fucknozzle!” 

You’re by far the most powerful hero he’s ever fought, and yet, Yoongi finds it rather difficult to take you seriously when you bandy about terms like “fucknozzle” in the most serious of tones. He knows the company spent a lot of time training you to be their ultimate warrior, but when you get mad like this, you regress to the vocabulary of a petulant tween. It’s kinda cute, if he’s being honest. It makes him want to push you more, to see what else you’ll say. What else you’ll do.

“Now, now, pretty bird, you really need to watch your words more carefully,” he taunts you, tilting his head to study your face. “I’ll get off if you want me to. I’ll even bring you with me, if you’d like.” One of his hands cups your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. “Your choice.” 

“That’s not - I mean - oh, fuck it!” you sputter, suddenly flustered. How is that happening? How is this whacknut getting under your skin like that?

As you flail beneath him, your hands start to glow as you summon another blast. But Yoongi sees it coming, for once, and swiftly smashes his hand over his breast pocket, triggering the power disrupters. 

That familiar pulsing. Not again. With an anguished wail, you toss your head back as your power drains away.

Yoongi sighs a heavy sigh full of disappointment. He was really hoping he could take you down without the disrupters, but needs must. His fingers curl around the handle of another dagger, pressing the metal into his palm. It’s so cool in his heated grasp, the chilling sensation grounding him. 

“It’s okay, pretty bird, you don’t have to say it. I know it must be hard for you to admit what you really want. You’ve been taught to give everything up, haven’t you? That’s what the company does to your kind. They take everything away that makes you you and replace it with them. With their beliefs. Their propaganda. I’ve seen it happen so many times before.” 

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Part of you wants to shut your eyes, clamp your hands over your ears, but obviously that would be a terrible idea in mid-battle. But you can’t stand to stare into those deep chestnut orbs for one second longer, refusing to let his words sink in. You’re not about to take the rantings of a maniac as gospel.  

“Of course you don’t,” Yoongi laughs sneeringly, one eyebrow cocked. “That’s a good little bird, sticking to lines you’re taught. The company really got in deep, huh?” As he finishes his sentence, he punctuates his point with a sharp squeeze of his legs, crushing your thighs together. You bite back the gasp that nearly escapes, choking it down with the blinding anger starting to bubble up. As much as you’d like to let loose and bring this man down, you know this mission is only to stop and contain, not exterminate. “Doesn’t matter. You won’t have to recite that bullshit any longer. It’s time to let you out of that cage, pretty bird. Time to fly.” 

He holds your wrists with one hand. His blade glitters in the other as he raises it above his head. 

Enough of this. 

With a strong twist, you knock Yoongi on his side. Grunting irritatedly, he clambers away, chasing the dagger he dropped as it skids between two servers. You’re on your feet before he turns, launching yourself into a flying kick. As your boot connects with Yoongi’s chin, you literally knock the smirk off his face as he crumples to the ground. 

“That was for the company,” you snarl as Yoongi groans. “But this-” you kick him in the crotch, and his groan becomes a wail, “this is all me.”

The towers in the room begin to glow a faint white light and you know it has nothing to do with the blinking bulbs dotting the electronic pillars. Laying a hand on one of the servers, you absorb its energy, glaring down at Yoongi as he sighs. 

Someday, he’s going to make Jimin pay for the number of times the power disrupters have failed him. His fingers itch happily thinking about it. 

And then you wipe that thought right out of his head with a blast.

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[xiubaek-13]

Better Off Dead

Prompt: Namjoon + “Hold on, you died” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.” + “I promise I won’t bite. Unless you ask.”

Setting/AU: Vampire AU

Warnings: Character death, swearing, implied sex, vampires

Word Count: 1,949

“Happy Halloween kids!” You aunt called out as both you and Namjoon descended the stairs from your apartment.

You groaned in unison. “Oh my god, please don’t!” You cried out. Beside you Namjoon choked on his laughter. You smacked your friend for his betrayal.

“Ow! The hell was that for?” He winced as he dramatically clung to his right arm.

You huffed. “You’re not supposed to laugh when she embarrasses me like that. I’m a grown adult, not a kid. Besides, it’s Samhain. Halloween is so… commercial and tacky. It’s a special day, not a day for dressing like a twat and handing out candy.”

Namjoon shakes his head as the two of you continue walking towards campus. “Do you really believe all of the lore surrounding it?”

This was one of the reasons the two of you had been friends for so long. He’d let you rant and rave on your soapbox until you were blue in the face. He’d listen to everything you had to say and when you were done, he’d challenge your logic with questions. It was so nice to debate with someone who didn’t just shut you down. “I mean, traditionally the day is to celebrate the end of the harvest & the Celts held rituals to thank their gods for their harvest & to protect them during the winter that was to come. They honoured the dead as it was considered a liminal time, and that’s where the folklore takes artistic liberty. Really it was just that Samhain was halfway between solstices and they considered the veil between this world and the afterlife to be thin, that spirits were free to roam the earth for one night. It was a peaceful celebration but somewhere along the lines it was twisted into satan worship and tales of terror - demons and ghosts and all of that. Don’t even get me started on the vampire stuff.”

He nodded as you spoke, taking in all of the facts you were providing. “I know all of that. The bonfires, the dancing, the fae folklore about being lured by faeries to their circles and never being able to leave. I asked if you believed all of it and if I’m not mistaken, you did not answer me.” His tone was always matter of fact but when he spoke with you, there was always a hint of teasing involved too, just to rile you up.

“I don’t believe in the ghost stories, the demons and faerie lore that associates itself with Samhain. I do believe the rituals for honouring the dead and thanking the gods for the harvest. I believe it’s a time for reflection and for celebration before the cold months come.” You replied. “I also believe that that answered your question did it not?” You teased.

He chuckled as the two of you reached the campus. “You did, but there is no reason to be smug about it.” He poked your nose. “I’ve got like 4 hours of class coming up so I won’t see you until tonight. That is if you decide to grace our Halloween party.” He grinned.

“How quickly do you think Yoongi will throw me out if I educate the partygoers about Samhain?” You joke.

“Try it and find out. I want to see THAT particular conversation go down.” He grinned. “I think he only just decided to start speaking to you again after you tried to take over his St Patrick’s Day party.” You opened your mouth but Namjoon held out his hand to stop you. “For the love of all that is good, don’t start this again. I’ve gotta run, come by tonight?”

“I’ll think about it.” Is the best answer you can give. It’s good enough for Namjoon because he smiles and turns to run off to class. You still have twenty minutes before your next class so you decide to grab a coffee, a decision that you instantly regret when you set foot in the cafe. “Fucking pumpkin spiced lattes and fucking lame costumes. Gods I hate Halloween.” You mutter to yourself.

Beside you you hear a low chuckle. You glance over to find Yoongi standing next to you. His glare freezing you to the spot. “Please, do not go off on one of your manic rants. I haven’t had my coffee yet and I will kill you if you screech like a banshee as those vapid sorority girls.”

“You hate them too, why not let me have my fun?” You ground out.

“Do whatever you want after I’ve left with my life source. Do it before then and Namjoon will have to bail me out of jail for making an attempt on your life.” He bites back.

“That’s an awful way to treat your fuck buddy.” You smirk. Your words don’t phase Yoongi and honestly you shouldn’t expect them to. You know how he is before that first cup of the day and it’s not pretty.

***

You never ended up going to the party, something you regret every day. You never knew that the last time you’d see Namjoon was as he ran off to class that day. You went straight home after your classes and collapsed into your bed, ordered pizza and binged a season of White Collar. You missed the frantic calls from Yoongi, the stream of messages from mutual friends as they tried to check in on you. Little did you know that the worst had happened.

They don’t prepare you for how to feel when you find out that your best friend dies. You expect that kind of thing to happen when you’re both 80 and at peace with the concept. You don’t expect it to happen when you’re in your early twenties, the prime of your life. But it did. Namjoon was ripped from the earth by a drug addict in a mugging gone wrong on his way to Yoongi’s party. The police told you he died quickly from the stab wounds but that did little to make you feel better. All you could think of was that he was alone as he bled out on the shortcut he always took to Yoongi’s place. It was irrational to think that if you were with him that this wouldn’t have happened but you still felt guilty for not being there, for not being able to comfort him.

You went through the textbook stages of grief, Yoongi going through them as well. The two of you had to cease your arrangement, agreeing that time apart to accept the loss of your friend and to heal in a healthy way was necessary. After a month the two of you started to catch up for coffee and lunch, just to chat and to get both of you outside.

Everything reminded you of him, certain places, songs, topics, foods. Hell, even the rain reminded you of him. You could have sworn that you’d spotted him in the distance a few times, only to feel that sinking in your gut as you reminded yourself that it couldn’t be him. Nights were worse because you could still hear his voice.

***

“Don’t scream. Just hear me out.” He said calmly.

You were anything but calm. Until twenty seconds ago you were peacefully sleeping. Then he shook you awake. You had to be dreaming because he couldn’t be here, he could never be here again. Your eyes widened in shock, you brain telling you to scream. Maybe you were seeing him when it was in fact a murderer in your room. You were too scared to even ask yourself why a murdered would wake you up so gently before you know, murdering you. He let go of you and slowly stepped away from the bed. With every step he took you felt a little more at ease.

“I’m just going to sit at your desk. When you’re ready to talk, let me know.” He said, as though this was a normal visit.

“Why are you here?” You started.

“I… well I missed you.” He said slowly.

“How are you here?” You asked.

“I still have a key to the apartment.” He replied nonchalantly.

You shook your head as you tried to sift through your thoughts.  “Hold on, you died.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

He was too calm for this. You were freaking out because your best friend, who you missed like crazy, was sitting in your room in the middle of the night because he missed you. This would be less terrifying if he hadn’t died two months ago. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you tried to process this conversation. “Namjoon. Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m gonna need an explanation here because you fucking died and you cannot be here right now. I’m either asleep and having the weirdest dream ever or I fucking lost it and had a mental breakdown.”

“You’re not crazy, but you’re going to hate what I’m about to tell you.” He smiled tightly. It looked like his smile but the feeling was off.

“You know what. Try me, because right now I’m processing that I’m talking to a dead guy so honestly, how much worse can it get?” You were pretty sure you were crazy but no one else was present, except for Namjoon and he didn’t count, to tell you otherwise. You made a mental note to self admit yourself as soon as this conversation was over or at sunrise, whichever came first.

He scratched his jaw as he avoided your gaze. Something he used to do all the time when he had to give you information that he knew would be poorly received. “The police report isn’t wrong, it just left out some vital information. I was on my way to Yoongi’s party when a junkie jumped me and stabbed me. I did bleed out in the alley, scared and helpless, but it was quick and my suffering was short. I said my goodbyes in my mind and asked the universe to look after you because I knew you’d blame yourself.” He paused and made eye contact with you. “There was nothing you could have done, trust me.” You felt a tear slide down your cheek as you heard the story of how your best friend died all over again. “What they left out was the bite marks on my neck that the junkie inflicted before trying to cover them up with the stab wounds. The also left out the part where my body mysteriously went missing after they locked the morgue.” He sighed deeply. “I woke up three hours from here in a cabin. I was confused and terrified but glad to be alive. I had no idea how I’d survived but the pain in my guy made me think I was still injured. I later learned that the pain was in fact, hunger. And that I hadn’t survived. Not entirely.”

Something clicked in your brain at that moment. “Fuck. Off.”

He chuckled. “Please, the cruel irony isn’t lost on me either.”

“Are. Are you trying to tell me, ME?! That you, Kim Namjoon, are a goddamn vampire?!” You spat out in a mixture of disgust and disbelief.

“I promise I won’t bite. Unless you ask.” He shrugged.

“I think I preferred it when I thought you were dead. Honestly, of all the things to be real, fucking vampires?! I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”

“I missed you too.” He strode over and enveloped you in a hug.

[peonybane]

Bangtan Romances Anonymous: Part I – Suga

PART I (Sparks of Attraction): Make My Heart Pound Like Your Sound System

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Suga) x Reader

Word Count: 3.0 k

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Crack?

Summary: Seven men. Seven different professions within BigHIT. Seven paths. Which romance will you choose?

a/n: Hello everyone and welcome to the second installation of Bangtan Romances Anonymous! Once again, I’m sorry for not having Chapter 13 of Agape and Pragma ready, but hopefully, this will be satisfactory enough for this week!

Please note, all stories interlace with each other so if the context doesn’t necessarily make sense, will once each part is published in its entirety.

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None are versatile as the Hydrangea. Thriving in a soil of different levels of acidity, their color changes… and so do their meaning. When they bloom a delicate blue, this cool color is two sided, conveying a sense of frigidity but also apology. As the color warms to a gentle purple, its meaning also warms to a desire to understand or to be understood. Even further as the color dissipates so a sweet pink, it conveys how the heart fills with emotion. It is a flower whose story changes as its relationship with the world changes.

“Oi! Out of all the places for you to sleep, why did it have to be here?”

Yoongi groaned, rubbing his eyes at the sound of her voice. He looked up from where he was sleeping (a stack of boxes, the only flat space on which to lay down during the filming), gazing at up at the angry face of the sound specialist.

“Well, don’t stack them in such a way that’s tempting for anyone to sleep on.”

He sat up, keeping himself from cussing in her general direction. He knew that whatever words he threw at her, she’d throw them right back in his face— this was not his first rodeo with her. She sighed in frustration, rubbing her temples. “Min-ssi, how many times have I told you that they need to be stacked that way so I can lift them by myself without shifting the equipment around.”

She pushed him out off the one box she needed to open, opening it to grab the piece of equipment. Even though she was clearly miffed with him, she still bowed to him politely before taking the equipment with her to start setting up.

As much as Yoongi wanted to go back to sleep, the late night dance practice for this shooting left him with little rest, he opted instead of laying down to sit on the boxes. On one level, he still wanted to mess with the specialist, but also didn’t want to make her too mad— not after the last time she pushed him off the boxes and onto the floor without warning.

Yoongi watched her work as she set up the sound system. Normally, it would be an simple thing to set up a few speakers so they could hear the song while filming the music video, but this time, the director wanted a special set up. Claiming that this part of the museum had special acoustic qualities and he wanted to use that raw sound in the music video. So, here she was setting up the speakers. Soon, she’d be testing the sound to make sure that the acoustics were right before setting up the audio recording equipment. Yoongi didn’t understand how she could do so much of this by herself, especially considering the useless assistant she had, who always seemed to disappear during set up.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Namjoon sat down next to him, smirking to himself. “I see you her pissed off, again.”

Yoongi feigned ignorance. “Who?”

He knew exactly who Namjoon was talking about, he knew the names and faces of all the staff, including the interns, even if he’d never admit it. Namjoon chuckled. He said her name quizzically. “The sound specialist you seem to be intent up pissing off every time she comes to help out.”

“Oh. Is that her name? I didn’t know that.”

Namjoon shook his head before the make up artists came to corner them. “You know, you could be a little nicer. Especially after the choice words I heard come out of her mouth about you as she left to put up the equipment.”

Yoongi shrugged. “She can say what she wants. She rubs me the wrong way.”

Once again, Namjoon laughed, making the makeup artist give him a hard look. “Does she now? Never mind the fact that you’re the one who started this spat.”

Yoongi knew exactly what Namjoon was talking about. The first time they met the new sound specialist, the first words out of Yoongi’s mouth were, “Oh, so we’re hiring bats now.”

Needless to say that didn’t go over too well with her. He thought he was complimenting her. 

“Try to be a little nicer to her on this project. I know she’s been working overtime trying to make sure that the equipment would be ready for this project.”

Yoongi sighed, “Fine.”

Namjoon nodded, once again much to the displeasure of the makeup artist. 

A few minutes later she came running back over, looking royally frazzled. Namjoon saw her coming, getting off the box he was sitting on. Yoongi however was not as quick, having his eyes closed as the makeup artist worked on the touch ups of his eye makeup. 

“Min-ssi!”

His name startled him. Immediately, jumping off the box before she could shove him off it again. Frazzled, she open the box and started rummaging through it. A moment later, she started spewing a stream of curses under her breath. She turned to the makeup artist, grabbing her jacket from atop of one of the boxes, putting it on. “Tell the PD I need to go back to the office. I’m missing a vital piece of equipment. Damn it!”

She grabbed her bag and ran out to her car. Starting the one hour journey one way to get the equipment. 

Yoongi just looked between Namjoon and the makeup artist, having never seen her so mad before. Namjoon volunteered to go tell the PD in place of the makeup artist knowing that he’d be a special kind of pissed. He had plans for that scene that needed the special equipment to have the light coming in from the windows at a certain angle. 

As Namjoon went off to speak with the PD, Yoongi did the math in his head. They wouldn’t be able to film that one part until almost 2 hours after they were supposed to film that scene. Off in the distance, Yoongi could hear the PD cuss.

~^~^~^~

She managed to come back sooner than anticipated. She even managed to set up much quicker than was initially thought, putting them behind schedule by only an hour rather than two. In fact, the lighting came out better than what the PD thought, but still, he was mad. 

As soon as they broke for dinner, the PD pulled her aside to an adjacent room. Concerned, though he’ll never opening admit it, Yoongi decided to take his dinner nearby there.

From the other side of the door, Yoongi could hear the PD shout, “This is unacceptable! You’re accredited with being one of the best in your field. And yet you made such a rookie mistake as to forget a vital piece of equipment. You’ve put us behind schedule. We only have this location for one day! And you nearly ruined it! Tomorrow, I speaking with Hitman about—“

At that point, Yoongi had enough. He knocked on the door interrupting. He looked between the pair of them, his heart faltered. The PD’s face was red, finally getting that angry energy out. But more than that, the normally pissed, but collected face of (Y/N) looked pale, on the verge of tears as she tried to make herself as small as possible. Yoongi clenched his jaw, putting himself to the task of why he interrupted. 

“PD-nim, with all due respect, you shouldn’t be yelling at her. If you really want to yell at anyone, yell at her assistant or even HR. She does all of the specialized sound equipment practically by herself. Her assistant hardly assists except for take down. And if I remember correctly, packing the equipment is the assistant’s job. With how much work you’ve been having her do to make sure the sound system was programmed right for this scene, it’s amazing to me that you think she’d have time to scratch her own nose, let alone make sure that the equipment is packed away properly.”

The PD’s jaw went slack. Yoongi continued. “Be mad at the assistant. Be mad at the people who hired them. Don’t take it out on her.” Yoongi walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder in reassurance. “If anything, you should be thanking her. She still got it all done AND the delay gave us a better lighting for the shoot.”

Before either she or the PD could say anything, Yoongi grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the room. They walked a bit aways before he finally stopped. He hadn’t realized it, but he had practically dragged her with him. So when he stopped, she softly bounced off his back. Turning around, his heart did a little pitter patter as she gazed up at him with big eyes, her lips slightly parted, like she didn’t recognize him. But there was something… soft in those eyes. It wasn’t the usual fire that he had grown used to, after the many times she’d tossed him form his sleeping spot. He wasn’t sure what it was, but a part of him liked it a lot more than the usual fire there.

He let go of her hand and suddenly he felt shy. Looking down, he flashed her a small gummy smile and asked, “You alright?”

It took her a moment to respond, but it wasn’t the answer he was expecting. “Who the fuck are you and what have you done to the grumpy rapper I know and tolerate? I’ve never heard you say so much unless you’re rapping.”

Tolerate, huh? Better than being hated, he supposed. “What can I say? You piss me off, but you didn’t deserve that. Come on. We both need to eat before shooting resumes.”

He turned, heading back to where he left his food. She hesitantly followed behind, not quite as sharp as before with her retorts. When he realized she was dragging behind, he turned and grabbed her hand again, gently tugging her towards where the food was set up. Once there, he let go of her hand, feeling suddenly shy when he accidentally made eye contact with Namjoon as he smirked, peering over the rim of his coffee. 

Clearing his throat, he grabbed her a plate, handing it to her. She took it was a small ‘thank you’ and began putting food on it. He followed her a bit of a distance away, though still kinda shadowing her. She exchanged greetings with one of the makeup artists, Yoongi was pretty sure it was the one that Jin had been working up the courage to ask to cook with him for the staff one of these days. He wondered to himself if his hyung had done it yet.

As soon as she finished loading up her plate, she glanced around for a moment, looking for a place to sit. Before she could make her way over to a free seat, Yoongi was at her elbow and casual said, “I feel like some fresh air, come on.”

He gently pulled her with him, leading her out to the courtyard of the museum. He mentally took note to thank the coordinator for having the whole museum booked off for this shooting. He spotted a bench. “Ah, over here.”

They walked over to the bench were he took her plate from her so she could sit down. Once she was seated, he handed her back her plate and seated himself beside her. They both sat there, neither touching their food.

God, it was quiet. And so… so… very awkward. He took a bite of the roll. “Mmmmm. Sure glad Jin insisted that we continue using this company during shoot.”

“Mmhmm.”

She nodded, beginning to eat as well. The tension between them slowly dissipated as they ate. It was quiet, but now pleasantly so as the wind rustled the trees and the sound of birds singing. Across from where they sat, there were three pots, full of hydrangeas. One held the blue variety, the middle one held purple ones, and the last one held pink.

Finishing his food, Yoongi glanced over at his dinner partner. She had barely picked at her food, staring at the flowers instead. She broke the silence first. “I’m sorry.”

Yoongi coughed a little, not expecting her to say that. “What are you apologizing for?”

She sighed, leaning back. She stared up at the swaying leaves above them. “Min-ssi, I’m sorry for… being a bitch.”

He let out a dry laugh. “Then I’m sorry for being such a dick.”

It was her turn to laugh. “Fair.” She sat up straight, running her hand through her hair. She then looked at him from the side. “Why?”

“‘Why’ what?”

“Why did you come to my defense? You could’ve just left me there. I deserved to be yelled. After all, I was the one who messed up! I—“

“God, you’re loud.”

She shut her mouth. She bit her lip and went to stand up. Immediately, he pulled her back down. “Hey! I’m sorry. I’m just at odds with you. I don’t get how you always manage to rile me up.”

Under her breath, she said, “The same could be said for you.”

“And honestly? I don’t know entirely why I did it. As much as you piss me off, I also know that you’re the best in the industry. You’re always putting more work into it than you need to. Always going above and beyond the requirements of your job. You’re going to have an occasional bad day. You shouldn’t be punished for that.”

For a moment, a silence hung between them. “You know, you’re a good guy, Min-ssi.”

“Now I got a question for you. Why do you call me, ‘Min-ssi?’ Sounds so stuffy and formal. Every one else just calls me ‘Suga.’”

She chuckled, smiling for the first time at him. “It’s a respect thing. Despite maybe not liking you personally, but as a professional and as an artist, I deeply respect you. Besides, we’re not particularly close, so why call you anything else.”

She looked away, nibbling a little on her food. It was now his turn to look at her wide eyed. While he was scooping his jaw off the floor, she continued, “Besides, you’re the only one who doesn’t try to ‘improve’ my equipment set up. Now that is something I can get behind.”

Just as he was about say something, the PD yelled for filming to resume. She took his plate from him and nodded towards the museum. “Go on. They need you. I’ll dispose of these as thanks.”

She gave him a sweet, small smile, and once again, his heart gave a little pitter patter. He wasn’t sure when he stood up, but he brought back to reality when he heard Taehyung yell from the doorway, “Hyung! Come on! The makeup artist is looking for you.”

“On my way.”

He bade her a small good bye before lazily jogging towards Taehyung. The moment the door swung behind him, Taehyung made his signature pervert face and teased, “Hyung, were you being a bad influence on the sound specialist? Ooooooh~”

Yoongi smacked the back of his head, coving up the slight blush that creeped up to his cheeks from the teasing. “Come on, you mop head. We need to finish filming.”

~^~^~^~

It had been a very long day, but the filming was finally done. As soon as he had changed out of his work clothes and into his more comfortable casual wear and his face cleaned up make up, he went looking for her.

She was relatively easy to find, currently taking down the sound equipment. Instead of going straight to her, he sat on the boxes, just like he had that morning.

A small gummy smile found its way to his mouth as she walked towards him, shaking her head as she carried the equipment, trying desperately to hide her smile. “I thought take down was too peaceful, Min-ssi.”

He chuckled, jumping off the box to help her load the equipment. “Where’s the useless assistant? Thought they helped with the take down.”

“I spoke with the PD and Hitman on the phone. I fired them the moment they came on set. So, I’m officially on my own, for now.”

She finished putting the equipment in its styrofoam casing. Standing up straight, she sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “If that’s the case, I’d be happy to help you out.”

Looking over at him, she smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I think you’ve done more than enough for me today, Min-ssi. I think it should be the other way around.”

He followed her as she went to pick up more equipment. “Hey, don’t write me off. I’m trying to score points with you.”

She laughed. Sarcastically, she retorted, “And do pray tell, what are you trying to score points with me for?”

He helped her break down the last of the equipment, walking it back with her. “I don’t like the sound of Min-ssi. I figured I’d try to develop a close enough relationship to get you to call me something else.”

They finished packing up the equipment. As she made sure the boxes were secured, she asked, “Come on, now. Don’t leave me hanging like that.”

As she stood up, wiping her hands on her work pants, Yoongi smirked. He leaned close to her, crossing his arms over his chest. Mimicking her voice, he said, “Yoongi-oppa! Help me lift this box! It’s too big for a little girl like me!”

She smacked his shoulder, trying desperately not to laugh. “First off, I don’t sound like that. Secondly, you have a long journey if you think I will EVER call you ‘oppa’, Min-ssi!”

Lifting the nearest box, she shoved past him, still laughing to herself as she left to load up her car. Yoongi laughed, watching her walk away. Too quiet for her to hear, he muttered, “Just wait and see.”

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[jungnoir]

where do we go from here?

kim taehyung | maybe barcelona? or venice? it was really nice there in the warmer months. assassin!au. | 1.1k words. | angst, romance. mentions of blood, death, and killing.

a/n: “the meaning of the ending is entirely up to you.” I tell you, in a totally not suspicious tone of voice. 

“Hey,” busted lip meets busted lip in a tight smile, “can’t we talk?”

You’re both looking at each other but not really, maybe because you can’t count it as really looking at him down the barrel of a gun. You’re only able to make out what is in the projected line of sight, where your bullet will meet flesh and perhaps something vital. His gun is raised exactly to meet yours to make that difficult. Depending on who shot first, you’d have either a shattered hand or a shattered skull. You needed to shoot first.

Taehyung realizes you’re not going to answer him. Why would you? What else did you have to say to him that you couldn’t fit in a bullet? “You used to like talking to me.”

You just move closer, so close that now your gun is about to bump against his own. He shifts back to avoid it and you follow. “Four fucking years. I loved you. You should’ve killed me our wedding night like you planned.”

“I was going to,” and Taehyung bothers to look exasperated with you, letting his wrist slack a bit with the casual flair of his tone, “I keep saying that. Why do you think all this was deliberate?”

By “all this”, he is referring to the whirlwind love you’d found yourselves swooped up in for almost half a decade. Your eyes narrow, “Because it’s your job and you’ve never failed. Not once. I saw the papers. Your handler told me everything.”

Min Yoongi had told you everything. When he’d ominously texted you from your husband’s phone Monday morning to meet for coffee, your entire world had died the moment he showed you the papers. Everything. Every detail of your life, documented for his organization. You had always had nightmares about it but never thought it would actually happen... with him, at least.

Your old handler would be yelling their head off at you right about now, telling you how stupid you were for falling for the oldest trick in the book because “pleasure is not in the cards for you once you sign yourself away”. Never. Not even with Taehyung.

You were standing in the strawberry field you’d found him in all those years ago, a man barefoot in God’s green earth and offering you some of his handpicked strawberries in exchange for a conversation. The whole reason you’d moved here was to get away from the connections and the knowing. You should have known they’d follow you even here.

The blood from his broken nose dripped down his laugh lines like the strawberry juice from a time when you still didn’t know.

“Yoongi doesn’t know shit.” Uncharacteristically, he growls out the expletive with a piercing glare, smiling faltering just a tad. “Yoongi hasn’t seen me in years.”

“Since you moved to the berry farm. Since you started your mission to kill me.”

“He knew from the first year with you that it wouldn’t happen!” He cries, hand shaking. Just as quickly as the outburst leaves him, he’s collecting himself once more to steady the gun at your own again. If he just raised it an inch higher, he could end your life right now and be done with it. And yet, you dragged it out.

Yoongi had only told you so much, but a lot of it came from Taehyung’s messages. All the information he collected on you and sent in texts (“To my friends in the city!”), letters (“To my grandpa. He lives so far away now.”), or napkins left behind in the trash had accumulated into a hefty document that told you everything you needed to know. The only reason you were even told is because their contract had been voided, officially. Taehyung was now just a loose end.

And you were left to cut it.

“You know as well as I that this isn’t the kind of work you can just forget about, Tae.” Your voice is but a whisper over the summer wind. The wind chime you’d both crafted out of collected sea glass clinks above the porch.

A stray tear escapes his eye at the same time that his smile comes back, though much more broken. “It worked for a while.”

Yes, it did. “If you’re not going to kill me, I’m going to kill you.”

His fingers continue to tremble, gripping the gun tight. His mouth begins to tremble as well. “Peaches,” he tries to argue, gun lowering just a hair, “I-“

A gunshot sounds throughout the farm and then you’re setting off, running, refusing to look. You had never entertained such a habit when you were still in your line of work, but you couldn’t bear it anymore than you could hearing him say he loves you. God, that would have made you actually aim for his head. To put him out of his misery.

He’s only allowed a sharp cry before he falls to the grass, gasping in dirt because you actually shot him. After a few seconds, Taehyung’s breathing slows. At this point, they’re only concerned with you now.

A pair of agents exits the overgrown brush nearby with a body bag in tow. There’ll be a car to come pick up the body in a few minutes, and if they were lucky, the other agents stationed in the area will have gunned you down in time to clean up two messes in one day.

One walks up to Taehyung and lightly kicks his side, chuckling, “Can you believe he used to be one of the top dogs? Had a perfectly good shot and couldn’t even take it.”

The other laughs along as well. Lays the bag next to Taehyung, open. They wouldn’t bother picking him up even.

The agent with free hands leans down and grabs him by his shoulder, pushing so that he’ll turn over and into the bag with ease. Lifeless eyes stare back up at him, at the sky maybe. It’s kind of chilling being so close to one of the untouchables. The agent shivers. This one’s eyes were particularly cold-

but blood splatters across the grass once, then twice, and then the retired assassin lets himself lie there in the grass to stare up at the sunset sky. There are similar gunshots in the distance. They keep missing. A little laugh leaves him as he reaches up toward his burning shoulder where your shot grazed him. He’d have to catch up with you later. Maybe Barcelona? Or Venice? It was really nice there in the warmer months. He could have another farm there. Maybe grapes this time.

You both had managed for four years. He bet another four wasn’t so far-fetched.

[honeymoonjin]

A/N: I can’t wait to hear your thoughts after this chapter! A lot of vital information is contained in these 3k words, and I’m curious to see how your theories have changed after reading it! 

Synposis: Your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, has gone missing. After acting erratic for a few weeks, spending all his time locked away in his studio, he suddenly vanishes into thin air, leaving only an unreleased album behind. Zodiac.

Chapter Five – 이 모든건 우연이 아냐  (all of this is no coincidence)

It’s Monday morning, not quite 4am. That means it’s Day 4 of your boyfriend being missing, Day 4 of no news and seemingly nobody caring.

Jin had kept you mostly inside for the remainder of the weekend, trying to keep you occupied, it seemed, with food you had no appetite for and visitors you weren’t interested in chatting with. Just last night, his youngest brother had come over with a couple of DVDs and some microwave popcorn, like it was a fucking sleepover.

Quickly, the two of them had realized that your despondency wasn’t going to be solved by the latest superhero flick, and Jin had muted it and left to go make some dinner while Taehyung shuffled over to your side of the couch, resting his head on your shoulder.

“You know,” he said conversationally, but ever so softly, “us Kims have always been a strong bunch. We stick together and we’re loyal to a fault. In fact, the biggest tension between us since I can remember has been Jinnie not showing up to our Christmas dinner. Family is incredibly important to us. So, I know how you must feel right now. Because trust me, we’re all feeling that way.”

You leant into the weight of his body on your side, enjoying the small comfort it brings as you stared blankly at the flashing colors on Jin’s oversized television. “It doesn’t feel like that. It feels like I’m trying to find my missing boyfriend and you all are planning what hymns to sing at the funeral. I don’t understand why you’ve all given up so soon.”

He stiffened. “We haven’t given up,” he said, voice gravelly, “not a single bit. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to…see him again,” he pushed out through a voice thick with tears, “to hear him laugh, to give him a hug, to tell him how much I need him right now. There’s nothing. But right now, I can’t do anything except hope and pray that the detectives do their job. Because what else can I do?”

You twisted your head lightly to stare at his orangey-red hair, dull and flat compared to what you knew was his normal brilliance. “Maybe there is something,” you whispered.

He froze. “What?”

You eyed the doorway. “Listen, I…there are lots of things I can’t explain right now, but there’s something seriously fishy going on, and I think Namjoon knew whoever took him was going to take him. He wrote a secret album and I think if we really listen to the lyrics, we might be able to piece something together.”

He lifted his head off of your shoulder and blinked at you in confusion. “He wrote an album saying that someone took him?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, here,” you fished the USB out of the pocket you had stubbornly kept it in since you were in Namjoon’s studio and handed it to him. “Listen to it, but don’t tell anyone else but me, okay? Maybe you’ll pick up on something I didn’t. I thought I could figure this all out on my own, but I can’t. I need you to trust me and trust Namjoon, okay?”

He stared down at the hunk of metal and plastic in his hand. “Sure. Yes, okay.” A noise in the kitchen startled you, and you shoved his hand towards his pocket, insisting he hid it, and then the rest of your night with the two Kim brothers went uneventfully, Taehyung luckily not mentioning what you had told him.

Now, though, it was a couple of minutes before 4, and you found yourself roaming Jin’s house in socked tip-toes, unable to sleep as was now usual. In fact, you don’t think you had slept at all since Namjoon went missing apart from those few hours on the first night.

The house was freezing, and apart from the whistle of the wind outside, and some branches scratching on window glass, it was silent.

Being a lawyer certainly had its perks, and an insanely big house was apparently one of them. You had only just begun to realize now how big it was. This past weekend had seen you remaining on the ground floor, with no need to venture further, but after getting sick of sitting in your bed and thinking for hours on end, you had snuck out of the guest bedroom and had a little snoop around.

The excess of windows provided some moonlight to see by, but it wasn’t much, and you moved slowly up the stairs to the second floor, finding a study and a couple different storage rooms as well as his laundry, but nothing else of interest. The third floor looked technically more like an attic judging by the narrow, steep wooden stairs leading up into darkness. You decided to leave exploring that until daytime, knowing that you wouldn’t deal well with the cobwebs and spiders you were likely to encounter.

You remained on the second floor for what could’ve been minutes or hours, sitting in front of the large bay window that looked out onto the street. Streetlights made puddles on the dark road glimmer, and it looked more like a still-life painting than reality. It was peaceful staring at the shifting of bushes and trees all down the road and were it not for a sudden noise you could’ve stayed there until the sun rose.

The noise was a plank creaking, and you shot around, convinced it was Jin coming up the stairs to yell at you. Squinting into the shadows by the stairwell across the hall, you thought you saw a black figure, and your heart leapt into your throat.

It was hard to tell with how shadowed the area was, and your distance, but you froze and stared wide-eyed at a vaguely humanoid area that was darker than the rest. It didn’t move. Neither did you.

You forced yourself to breathe again. “Jin?” you called out quietly, weakly. No response. “Jin, is that you? I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep.” Still nothing.

You groan, letting your face fall into your hands, rubbing at your tired eyes. When you look up again into that void, you can’t make out the space where you thought you had seen something before.

Fuck. Namjoon’s sleeping pill prescription sounded fantastic right about now.

It had taken you a long time to work up the courage to approach the stairs in order to return to your room, but when you did, your worries were dissolved. There was nothing there. After tossing and turning in your bed until it reached an acceptable hour to get up, you got dressed in a warm sweater and some fur-lined leggings and made your way out to the kitchen.

Jin was there, eating a piece of buttered toast while in full lawyer get-up: suit, briefcase, slicked-back hair to expose his serious brows. He looked up when you walked in and gave you a cheery nod.

“Back to work?”

He nodded again, finishing his bite before he spoke, dumping his dishes in the sink as he went. “’Fraid so. Duty calls. Will you be alright here by yourself?”

“Of course.”

He wipes his hands delicately on a hand towel. “I’m always a call away if you need me, okay? No problem is too small; if you need me, if you feel scared or upset and you need to talk it through with someone, I’m here.”

You forgo a verbal response, nodding instead. He grins at you, walks over, and places a hand on the back of your head, bending down to land a gentle kiss on your forehead. You blink in shock, but he just sends you another soft smile, waving a hand as he exits the kitchen.

Once he’s gone out the front door and the house falls silent, you exhale noisily. “Man,” you mumble to yourself. But there’s no time to think on the sweet intimacy of the gesture, because today you have a two-step plan: discuss the album with Taehyung and confront Hoseok.

Taehyung is on the agenda first since you know he works afternoons at a nearby café, and so you call him to arrange a meeting over breakfast. He comes by shortly after you finish cleaning up, and the two of you take a walk over to the park down the road, sitting side-by-side on a bench opposite a frozen-over duck pond.

“What did you think?” you ask finally, breaking the silence you two had gotten stuck in.

His hair is a little shinier today and the tip of his nose is red from the chill. “Why didn’t you come to me with this sooner, Y/n? Namjoon’s been gone at least three days.”

“I didn’t know who to trust,” you fire back defensively, “I just needed time to see things straight.”

“And can you?”

“Can I what?”

Tae sighs. “See things straight now?”

You consider. “Somewhat. Maybe.” You bite your lip and turn to face him, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets to fight the cold. “Anyway, what did you think? Do you believe me now?”

He rests his chin thoughtfully on a gloved fist. “Namjoon definitely thought something was going on, alright. Some lyrics are clearer than others, but on a first listen I could tell that he knew something was up.”

“Good, so we’re on the same page about that, at least. Things…I’ve found out some things, along with the lyrics, that make me suspect Hoseok.”

Taehyung’s face immediately breaks into a frown. “Hobi? Hobi’s an angel, he and Namjoon are closer than anything.”

“I know,” you ease, “but just hear me out. Detectives Jeon and Park told me Hoseok said Namjoon and Yoongi fought, which is a big reason why they suspect Yoongi. But Hoseok told me that he was angry at the detectives for locking up Yoongi without looking further.”

“So the detectives were lying?”

“No. Well, I thought that too, because I trust- trusted Hobi, but when I told them I’d talk to Hoseok about it they didn’t even flinch. If they were the ones that were lying, they wouldn’t want me to cross-reference and catch them out. But they didn’t care. Hobi must be the one lying.”

Taehyung puffs out his cheeks and rubs his cold ears. “Y/n, that’s not evidence. Maybe both things are true, you know? Hobi did hear them fighting but he still wants the detectives to be thorough. That’s perfectly reasonable.”

You huff, reaching into your pocket to retrieve a piece of paper you had folded away that morning. “Look, I went through ZODIAC and found some lyrics that really point to him.”

“Y/n…”

“The title of the whole album is ZODIAC,” you interrupt, “so what zodiac sign is Hoseok?”

“Uh, Aquarius, right?”

“Chinese Zodiac, Tae.”

“Same year as Joon. Year of the Dog.”

“Exactly. Track five: ‘you better keep the wolf back from your door.’ Wolf like dog.”

A pained look flits across his face. “Y/n, I don’t think this is healthy.”

“Track eight,” you continue stubbornly, “’what had you expected? Me to make my art and make you a star and get you connected.’”

“They broke into the industry at the same time, Y/n,” Tae protests, staring down at his shoes and ignoring your gaze.

You frown at him. “You just told me you believed that Namjoon put clues in his lyrics and now you’re ignoring them! Look, track two. ‘I’m trying to land this airplane of ours gracefully.’ What was Hoseok’s first single? Airplane.”

“Come on!” Tae sits up at glares at you, eyes shining. “Do you know how hard this is for me, Y/n? My big brother has disappeared off the face of the fucking earth and you’re putting on a tin foil hat and playing conspiracy theorist? Either someone took him, and we hope to God the detectives have gotten the right guy, or he just ran away. All this,” he waves at your piece of paper bitterly, “isn’t helping. It’s just upsetting me. So please, stop.”

You bite your lip and shift in your seat. “I- I’m sorry, Tae, I’m not trying to upset you. But there’s more, here, track nine: ‘dreaming of a place and time where you and I remain the best of friends, even after all this ends.’ You can’t deny that one, Taehyung. It all points to Hobi. I want to talk to him, try and see if he acts guilty or maybe has some motive. This is our chance to get Namjoon back, T. Don’t you want that?”

Taehyung stands up suddenly, pacing back and forth a little before stopping in front of you. “I’m not doing this, Y/n. I can’t believe that Hobi would do something like this, I’m sorry, but I just can’t. Detective Jeon called me and told me what you did the other day. Said that I should call him if you acted strange. I won’t tell him, because I think maybe this is just your way of grieving, but you need to stop.”

Your grip slackens on the piece of paper. “Jeon called you and got you to spy on me for him?”

“Seriously, Y/n, it’s not like that! He’s worried about you, we all are! Just talk to us!”

You scoff. “I did try and talk to you and look where that’s gotten me.”

“About your feelings, Y/n, not about who faked the fucking moon landing!”

“Oh, fuck you, Taehyung,” you spit, standing up off the bench and glaring at him. “This isn’t my grieving process, this is me trying to get your brother back, so give me a fucking break. Tell Jeon whatever the fuck you want. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it when I see him later. Goodbye.”

You’re so furious you’re practically steaming out your ears, but you know that this fury of yours is just a front for the betrayal and uncertainty you feel. This morning, as you prepared your thoughts, you were sure of yourself, and looking forward to having someone to affirm you and someone to trust. But now you felt more alone than ever, and Taehyung’s rejection gave you concern that perhaps your ideas weren’t as solid as you had once thought.

Nevertheless, you found yourself making your way to Hope Studio, where you now stood, knocking on the door less confidently than you had intended.

Before the door opens, you send off a text to Park, not interested in dealing with Jeon’s attitude. I’ll be at the station by midday, just stopping off to speak with Hoseok first.

Hoseok opened the door after your second knock, and immediately went in for a hug. You let yourself relish it for a moment but pushed him away and sat down on his couch. “Hobi,” you begin, “Jeon and Park told me you heard Namjoon and Min Yoongi fighting.”

His eyebrows raise in the center. “Good morning to you, too. But yeah, dude just showed up one night and went apeshit on Nam. It was last Wednesday. You know, after Min lost the Album of the Year award to him.” He collapses onto his desk chair with a smile, mouth closed but cheeks still raised. The expression is familiar to you.

“I saw in Park’s notes that somebody filed a noise complaint. Was that Yoongi?”

That same tightlipped beam, completely at odds with the topic. “Yep.”

“Hoseok, you’ve never been good at lying.”

His face falls. “I’m not lying,” he insists weakly, “not completely. Yoongi did come over that night, I swear. But…the noise complaint was me.”

You frown. “You filed the noise complaint.”

He sighs. “No, I was the one being noisy.”

“Oh.” You open your mouth to ask him why, but your phone vibrates violently against your thigh. You tug it out of your pants pocket and check the screen, a message from Park flashing up.

Don’t let him get you alone. Leave now and come to the station, Y/n.

Your eyes widen, but you manage to school your expressions into general annoyance rather than suspicion and fear. “Dammit,” you groan, “sorry, Hobi, I have to head off.”

He stares at you in confusion as you stand up. “How come? You just got here.”

“Tae thought I was at Jin’s house still and he’s waiting outside without a key.”

He frowns. “So? Can’t he just leave?”

“We were meant to be hanging out and it totally slipped my mind. I’m sorry, Hobi, is it cool if I come back tomorrow?”

He pauses. “Yeah. Sure thing, sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You smile at him placidly and try not to rush out the door.

Once in the hallway, your heart begins to beat again, and your breath returns. You flick a message to Park. What the fuck? I’ve left now, what’s going on?

It’s a couple minutes before he replies, long enough that you’re out into the open air of the street, thanking your lucky stars that the Cypher studios and the police station are both in the same area of the city center. We’ll explain at station. We told you not to get involved.

You roll your eyes and groan. Seriously? Tell me something now or I’m not coming to the station. You need to stop lying to me.

Instead of Park, it’s Jeon that responds, again a few minutes after you sent off your message.

Don’t act like you don’t know. Min Yoongi is being framed.

You reel back, coming to a halt ten or fifteen meters from the doors of the police station. You blink at your phone, rereading the message, then stare at the tall, imposing building in front of you. This whole time, they knew. They knew Min Yoongi was innocent and still they were preparing to lock him up. And with the way they reacted to you visiting Hoseok, you knew he must’ve been the one to frame him.

Both parties complicit, and every other person didn’t seem to care at all. Perhaps you were walking into the lion’s den, but at least there were answers on the other side. You take a deep breath, resolve your courage, and make your way inside.

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