#is it a gifset? is it something else? stay tuned to find out

[ginaporterr]

HIIII Y'ALL!!!!!!! this is honestly very insane to me but i recently hit 1k on here, so i just wanted to say thank you all for being here and joining me on this fun ride over the past two years since i made this blog. i feel like i've joined the hsmtmts/specifically rina fandom three separate ways/times and i've always been able to easily find my niche of people, which really speaks to how open and wonderful this community as a whole is. this third time around was no exception, this little subsection of some of the nicest, funniest, smartest, most talented, most supportive people ever means the world to me, so thank you all for following and partaking in all of the fun that was this rollercoaster of a show, and thank you for supporting my relentless content creation bc i am most definitely not stopping anytime soon skdjfks 😭 this milestone perfectly coincided with the show's ending since i hit it on the day of s4's release, so i thought it would be fun to celebrate both my little milestone & the ending of our beloved show (and our many major wins) with you all, the lovely people that have made this time with the show as wonderful as it was! this show, these characters, and you all hold a very special place in my heart, so. let's celebrate it all!!

like last time, this celebration will be split into two components; prompts & polls! i thought it would be fun to see the difference in top ships now that the second half of the show's been released (+ with a bigger voting pool), so we're running it back! to join in on the celebration, you can vote in the poll linked below and/or send in an ask with a prompt!!

RULES — mbf this blog — send in a prompt (or multiple) from below — vote in the top ships poll

PROMPTS — ❄️ : song association! send in one of your favorite songs and i'll make a gifset relating it to some aspect of the show — 🦋 : personalized sets! tell me what you like about hsmtmts / what it means to you (in as little or as much detail as you'd like) and i'll make something inspired by your message — 🌀 : requests! send in a character/dynamic/episode/etc. + color/quote/song/motif/etc. that you'd like a gifset of — 🪁 : make me choose! send in two (or more) characters/episodes/dynamics/scenes/etc. & i’ll choose between them for a gifset — 💙 : surprise! for mutuals only <3 (reminder that i follow from milesgmorales)

and one last thing, i want to especially say thank you to some of my mutuals, old and new, that have made being here one of my favorite experiences <3 you all genuinely brighten up my dash, my tag, my blog, the show tag, the ao3 tag, everything with your thoughts and creations and talent and humor and i'm so very grateful to you all bc these past few years would not have been the same without you (especially those of you that were around for the s2/post-s2 rina dark ages KSJDKFH) forever grateful to this fun little disney show for bringing so many wonderful people into my life <3 LOVE YOU ALL MWAH

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don't feel obligated to participate or rb ksdjkfs

[beckysgomez]

✨ basic gif tutorial pt. 1 by vvondergifs !!

so i’ve been looking for a way to show people how i make my gifs but couldn’t find any way better than making a tutorial myself so here it is ! as the title refers this will be the first part of a few tutorials, they will be broken up so they are easy bite size so everyone can start making the gifs of their dreams ! 

in this part i’ll be showing you how i make my gifs from screen caps for a gif set ( i use a different method for gif packs that i’ll be covering in a later tutorial ). keep on reading if you’d like to know how i get to this !!

what you’ll need:

photoshop ( i’ll be using cc but i believe anyone you have would be fine! )

KMPlayer

your video/show/movie of choice downloaded into your computer

1. the first thing you want to do when you have your video downloaded is open up your KMPlayer, once you have it open you need your frame extraction window, you get there pressing  ctrl + g ( i believe for mac would be command + g ). this will pop up for you:

now you will want to replace the destination of your caps where i put a red rectangle, you do that by clicking on the little folder next to the box and choosing the folder on your computer. tip: i suggest making a folder for each gif you will want to make for your gifset so your caps are sorted for you, you do that by changing the destination every gif you cap.

make sure the settings are exactly like in the picture above specially the ones in blue !

2. now it’s time to open your video on the player, i just use ctrl + o but you can also go here:

3. once the video starts to play it’s when the fun part starts ! firstly you have to find the time frame that you would like to gif, just scroll by the timeline or just have a watch make a activity out of it, it’s up to you. but once you find were you’d like to gif go a few frames before and hit play, as you hit play you should also start to screen cap the video by hitting this handy button on the frame extraction window:

and that button will become a stop button that you will click once the scene you want to gif is over: 

now you have your screen caps ! yay. if you want to do multiple gifs i’d suggest capping them all now so you can get over with using KMPlayer, just repeat the same process for every gif and you’re golden.

tip: after i do all of that i like to go into the folder i put my caps in and delete the unnecessary ones, like the leftovers from another scene before or after. but you can also do it on photoshop and i’ll show you how, i just think it’s easier to do before hand.

4. now it’s the part we’ve all been waiting for.. photoshop ! open yours and let’s get cracking.

once you have it open what you’ll want to do is go in file > scripts > load files into stack...

5. a new window will pop up and in there you want to click on browse...

when you click browse your file explorer will pop up and there you’ll need to find where you put your screen caps on. once you’re there select all of them and click ok

once your photoshop loads your caps the ok in the top right corner of that pop up will turn white and when it does you click it,

photoshop will now get all your screen cap and put it in a file for you, for that step all you have to do is watch and have patience with it. it normally doesn’t take long but if you are doing a gif with many frames it will take a while.

6. now we going to start to gif, once photoshop finishes with your caps your workspace will be something similar to this

if it doesn’t go into window > timeline, on the top bar.

now on the bottom part of your screen there’s a button that says create video timeline, click it

when you do the bottom part will be turned into this:

and you’ll be able to see in the bottom left corner a button with three squares, click that

now you should have this:

7. now look for the little list icon on the top right of this area and click it:

it will open up a menu, in there you have to find the make frames into layers, select it

now you have all your layers as frames in your timeline, however they are reverse from what you want, to fix that go in the little list icon once again and select reverse frames

we are almost there !!

8. ok if you left your leftover frames to be deleted in photoshop now it’s when we are going to fix that. go over your timeline and look for the frames that don’t belong in this gif, select them by clicking on the first you don’t want holding shift you click on the last one you don’t want: 

and then hit delete or the little trash icon

photoshop will ask you if you’re sure just hit yes.

9. now we are going to crop the gif whichever dimensions you’d like ( here is a good reference for you ) in this case i’ll be making my 268px x 150px. for cropping gifs you’ll want to find the cropping tool that is located in the tools bar on the far left of your screen and it looks like this: 

once you click it your top bar will change to cropping settings, which you will change to these settings ( disregard the numbers, put your own dimensions there )

now we have to decide where to crop the gif, 

just play around with your grid by dragging and resizing from the corners, until you are satisfied with where you want to crop and hit enter

photoshop will crop it and resize it for you.

10. you’re on the finish line, now all we have to do is fix the time stamp and maybe sharpen it. let’s start by selecting all frames in that same place we made the frames and reversed them:

and now on the bottom of your frame preview there’s a “0 sec.” and an arrow

click it and you will get a menu, select other:

once you do it a pop up window will appear for you, there’s were you set the time your frames will go from one to the next. i find it that the delay 0.07 is the perfect one for a gif, so type that in the box of the pop up and hit ok.

once you hit ok you’re basically done, if you hit play on your timeline you’ll see your gif. but we like to go the extra mile, right ? 

( this next part will be totally optional, it makes your gif cleaner but you are free to choose not to do it, just jump ahead on this tutorial to see how to save your gif on step 13 ! )

11. let’s see how to simply sharpen your gif now ! select all your frames once again the same way we did it before and this time make sure you select all your layers too ( click on the first one and shift + click on the last ). now that you have everything selected we are going back to the video time line, on the same place there was three squares now there’s this icon:

click it and now we once again have this: 

now what we want to do it is go to the top bar and look for filter > convert for smart filters, select it and say ok when photoshop asks you if you’re sure.

your workspace should be looking like this now 

next thing you do is go back to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen

the smart sharpen window will show up to you and here is were you fix your settings, this next picture is how i like to sharpen my gifs and you’re more then welcome to just copy every setting, but if you feel like playing with the settings a little that’s also ok, it’s your gif make it how you like it !

click ok and you have a sharpened gif !

12. now we are done ! if you like to color your gif, this is the step that you would do it ( if you’re familiar with psd and coloring feel free to drop them in now ) but i’ll make a separate tutorial on how i make a base coloring for my gifs soon so i’ll skip this step for now and go directly to saving.

13. to save it is a little different than a picture, you need to go to file > export > save for web 

tip: if you’re a windows user you can use the shortcut alt + shift +crtl + s it will make your life so much easier, trust me ! ( i’m not sure what the shortcut is for mac but i’m sure there is one )

now your final pop up ! you will see the preview of your gif and a bunch of information on the side, the most important one lays on the looping options that if it isn’t set to forever already you have to change to it, if not your gif will only loop once and stop.

now click save and choose the folder destination of your file and TA DA you make yourself a gif !!

if you still have any questions about this process my inbox is always open and i’ll gladly help you understand how to do it !

i know this is a lot of information to take in at once, and i know it seems daunting at first, i’ve been where you are and this is going to be cheesy but practice makes perfect. once you got the hang of this whole process it’s like second nature and you’ll be making gifs in no time. ( also in a next tutorial i’ll teach you how to make an action in your photoshop that will cut this process in half, but you need all the steps to learn ! )

stay tuned for that though, my next tutorials will be how to make a gif from video frames to layer, how to color a gif, how to make an action and/or load them, how i screen cap for packs and how i make gif icons, if you are interested in anything else leave me a ask and i’ll help you out ! 

[mad-madam-m]

M watches Gargoyles s2e21-42, aka The Arc That Never Ends

*sings* Yes it goes on and on my friiiiiiiiiiiiends

Y’all have probably noticed the, uh, lack of gifsets and meta over the past week, mostly because I’m on the arc known as the Avalon World Tour and my God it lasts forever. So I’ve mostly been trying to get through it as quickly as possible, which is much easier when I’m not pausing every 5 minutes to yell at @paintedrecs.

It’s not bad by any means (although there are a couple of episodes that make me raise an eyebrow), but it’s also very Goliath-centric and while I don’t hate Goliath by any stretch of the imagination, he’s also not really my favorite character, so this many episodes focused mostly on him and Elisa is uh. A lot.

HOWEVER I’m finally frigging done with this arc so here, have my thoughts in no particular order:

This show discovered one (1) action camera angle with a fist coming directly at the camera and they are going to use it, by God.

If I gif anything from this arc it’s absolutely going to be every one of these scenes.

Relatedly, Bronx is the Best Boy and he will make the most of his one single move of tackling the bad guy and ripping off their hand/arm/leg/face, and it’s glorious.

If I gif anything else from this arc, it’s going to be Bronx.

“Constantine will hunt me to the ends of the earth”/“Then I will take you beyond them” is the most romantic exchange in this entire series and no I will not take criticism on this point.

I fucking hate the Archmage with every fiber of my being and I hate that an entire episode was focused on his time jumping but “What have you achieved? You beat up a beach” is the funniest line in the entire series and I literally had to stop the show for a solid 5 minutes because I could not stop laughing.

On the one hand I was disappointed that the Weird Sisters’ 1000-year plan for Demona and Macbeth was centered around something as petty as revenge, but on the other hand, they’re fae and I can absolutely believe that they would be that petty.

I will never, ever be over the way Goliath just shoves the boat with Demona and Macbeth out into the ocean like “get it away get it away get it away.”

The Pack continues to have the creepiest fucking episodes oh my God.

The noise of outrage I made when Jackal and Hyena showed up in the Amazon, holy shit. THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. I HAD HOPES FOR DEAD.

This means Wolf is probably alive somewhere and words cannot express the level of lip-curling disgust I have for that.

Dingo redeemed himself and made a new friend and that made me happy because he’s apparently the only one of the Pack who isn’t absolutely insane.

Fox’s cute pink maternity clothes while she’s working on an evil villain scheme are A+++. 

You just know she was on the phone with Xanatos within half an hour of that episode ending going “David you are not going to believe who just showed up in Australia to screw up the Matrix project.”

On the one hand, I was like “hey it should be obvious that Anastasia and Titania are the same character because they’re both voiced by Kate Mulgrew” but then I remembered Michael Dorn did Coldstone and the bull security guard from the New Olympians so uh. No, that was not as much of a clue as one would think.

The Anansi episode reinforced how much I do not like spiders.

Elisa calling Goliath “Tiny” and his irritation with it was hilarious. 

Really, show? Aliens? Aliens?

Brooklyn being literally the only character going “hey maybe we shouldn’t let the dude responsible for, like, a solid 75% of the shit we have to stop on a monthly basis know that Goliath and Elisa are missing?? Maybe??” like my God dude no wonder Goliath picked you.

Hudson’s proud papa look when Brooklyn finally stepped the fuck up to lead properly healed my entire soul.

I spent a lot of time during Kingdom shouting “Derek what the fuck are you doing” which was a nice throwback to my days of watching Teen Wolf.

I didn’t believe it was actually Xanatos for the first half of Cloud Fathers; I was convinced it was going to turn out to be another robot or something because I don’t get to have nice things during this arc.

Okay I take that back, Owen with his shirtsleeves rolled up and his tie undone, late at night in Xanatos’s office, was a very nice thing.

That being said, if I never see robot!Coyote again, it’ll be too soon.

Trickster!Coyote was my favorite, though.

I wondered how they were going to end up in a desert when they’re on a boat and then Avalon deposited them in the University of Flagstaff swimming pool and I just have this image of that poor skiff throwing up invisible hands and going “NEEDS MUST I GUESS.”

I spent an entire episode very vocally and creatively judging Halcyon Renard, which I would not have done had he not spent his first episode bitching about how awful Xanatos was, and then proceeded in his second episode to do exactly what Xanatos would do in the same situation. Twit.

I got really excited when Vogel was on-screen for about 0.5 seconds because I thought it was Owen and then my brain registered the hair and glasses and my hopes have never been crushed so quickly.

Me @ the episode with Odin: OH HEY Goliath does know how to laugh maniacally!!

Me: I have concerns that I will not want to punch Oberon enough to warrant writing this future fic I’ve been plotting for months Oberon: *is on screen for about two minutes* Me: Never mind I want to do all the punchings

Relatedly hey I found Oberon’s theme song

“Because when push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.” Can anyone confirm that this is the plot of The Gathering because based on the like 20 screenshots I saw before I ever watched the show I assume it is.

The screenshots also told me that Oberon is basically an extremely jealous boyfriend who is pissed that his ex moved on when he was the one who dumped them in the first place and I’m going to be lowkey disappointed if this assessment turns out not to be true.

I’m gonna find out tonight EITHER WAY.

Stay tuned for our next update: “M watches The Gathering and probably expires from feels because she finally gets to see her favorite character again”

[softjeon]

Featherlight | Pt. 2

• Pairing: Namjoon x Angel!Jimin • Side-Pairing: Jungkook x Angel!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff / light angst | Angel!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 10k | AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of nightmares, anxiety

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Humans could hear their guardians, feel their voice inside of them like warm chocolate on a cold winter day. Usually it was enough for angels to whisper to their human, make them consider a different option or another approach. And then there were people who were effectively ignoring their inner voices and apparently Namjoon was just really adamant on not taking care of himself and getting himself into danger constantly.

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He ran through a blinding snowstorm, his heart racing, his breath hitching in his chest. He looked around frantically. His dreams filled with faces he could not remember. But the more he kept on running, the slower he got. His mouth was dry as his head began to spin. Everything seemed to close in on him. Gasping convulsively, he turned and ran again.

Jungkook whimpered quietly in his sleep. He had long kicked the blanket from himself, pulling his legs in as he began to shiver. Tossing and turning, the boy held on tightly to his cushion, fingers digging deeply into the soft material. He's always had these dreams since he could remember. Jungkook was used to them and still it affected him each time. Sleepless nights were a feast for his thoughts, for his anxiety to take over the next day, to overthink everything there was again and again. It swallowed him whole each time. Jungkook wasn't really sure what was feeding his anxiety each time, but he eventually figured that he was scared of disappointing. 

Especially now that Namjoon had asked him to help out from time to time.

After the accident that morning, Namjoon was surprised how easily Jungkook had maneuvered around the café part of his shop. Everything had been set and done exactly like he would do it every morning and the customers greeted him with a smile and their usual coffee-to-go in hand. It had sparked the idea of getting Jungkook as a little helper. Maybe then he could relax a little more in the mornings. Jungkook had agreed right away, having been searching for a student-job for a while now but no matter where they always told him he was too shy and too quiet, and they needed someone that was more outgoing. Jungkook wasn't that. Jungkook was insecure, shy and only felt comfortable around a few people. People like Namjoon. The antique shop was his little safe place and now Jungkook was scared that if he wasn't what Namjoon expected of him he would ruin it. 

Jungkook shuddered, arms wrapping around his own body as he tried to hide his face a little more in the cushion. But he couldn't escape this nightmare. No matter how hard he tried. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Even Jimin’s warning hadn’t prepared him for what it would be like to watch Jungkook struggle. During the day he had wondered why Jungkook even needed a guardian (not every person had one because not everyone needed one and Jungkook had been his easiest protectee ever) - until now. 

It was obvious that the younger was hurting, way beyond physical limits and that he was lost in his own head. Yoongi had tried to talk to him but Jungkook had kept whimpering, trying to outrun whatever his mind made him see while only tingling himself in the bedsheets. Yoongi quickly went to action, carefully detangling the younger’s legs from the sheets again and then he took it a step further and set down on the bed. 

“Jungkook.” He whispered, not into the younger’s mind but very much audible. “It’s all good, my sweet boy, you’re not alone. You can’t be hurt with me watching over you. You are safe. You are totally, perfectly safe.” He reached out for Jungkook’s face and then accidentally flinched back when his fingers touched soft skin. The younger looked so beautiful as he was lying there, breath finally calming down. He was like a perfect porcelain doll ad even more precious.

Jungkook instinctively leaned into whomever or whatever it was. His subconsciousness didn’t care much more than about the fact that it did help and calm his racing heart. He whimpered quietly, inching closer to his angel without noticing. It felt a little safer there, more warm, as if someone was embracing him and keeping him from harm.

When Jungkook held onto him Yoongi couldn’t just dematerialize again even though his instinct told him to spread his wings over them and shield the boy from each and every harm. Instead he did the next best thing; he took the blanket and draped it back over Jungkook - and himself as he was lying so close. It made their embrace feel even more intimate and warmer. Jungkook mumbled something, cuddling into Yoongi’s soft sweater deep in his sleep thinking that it was just another cushion. He had stopped running and the cold was slowly turning into something warmer. He wasn’t freezing anymore. With a sigh, Jungkook fell a little deeper into his dream world. 

Yoongi kept on whispering sweet reassurances and as Jungkook was finally calm enough to let his subconsciousness hear them he relaxed more and more until he breath was deep and regular, just like it should be. Normally his deed would be done but Yoongi stayed where he was, just to make sure… 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

On the other side of town, Jimin had followed Namjoon all morning and it was surprisingly calm. No major accidents, most of them the angel had prevented from happening. Namjoon was in a good mood, that was for sure.

Jimin sat on the counter of the antique shop, bopping his head to the tune of Namjoon whistling as he observed him closely as the time passed, and the human just went after his day. He was selling a few items, bringing coffee to customers in between and calling buyers and sellers from all over the world. Honestly, for a moment Jimin had thought, Namjoon had forgotten about the coffee date just as much as he had promised Yoongi to forget about it himself – but apparently that wasn’t the case. 

He realized it a little too late, when Namjoon turned the lock on the shop’s door, stealing glances at the watch every five minutes. The angel gulped against the lump in his throat and bit down own his bottom lip. He was about to break Namjoon’s heart and watch it happen at the same time. 

Maybe Namjoon would get mad? Disappointed? This was torture and Jimin wasn’t sure if he could bare it. He didn’t want to be the one hurting Namjoon and then having to calm him at the same time, knowing it was him who caused the pain in the first place. He was just hoping Namjoon would take it better than he would have in his position. So, he followed him outside and around the corner where they would potentially meet, watching him nervously.

Namjoon waited as he couldn't really do anything else. At first he told himself that he had just been a little early so of course Jimin wasn’t there yet. Then, when it was clear that Jimin wasn’t on time he thought about if maybe he remembered wrongly, so he took out the paper in his pocket where he had scribbled the time on right after Jimin had told him. It wasn’t a mistake. He knew that this was the time that Jimin had told him. He swallowed, his throat feeling a little too tight. Maybe Jimin was just a little late or... maybe he had written down the wrong time himself. Or he had mixed something up. Maybe he couldn’t get away from work or maybe he had an issue win his family. Of course, a family problem would beat meeting a random stranger who was too stupid to watch out for traffic. He would have chosen the same way if he was in Jimin’s place. He know that overthinking didn't help and that Jimin might simply have changed his mind, but he didn’t go yet, he tried to delay the humiliation when he would have to admit to himself that Jimin wouldn’t come. He tore his gaze away from the street, looking at the little bit of green that was growing on the sidewalk instead. He smiled because if you smiled for long enough and looked happy apparently you would feel happy as well. And he needed that because right now he was hurting.

The angel hated this. 

He could feel his angel senses tingling, the ones who told him that the human in front of him was hurting and that he should do something about it. But what? If he did, Yoongi would definitely be mad at him. But what if he wouldn't even find out? Jimin hummed in thought, walking back and forth nervously while Namjoon was staring ahead, trying to spot Jimin in the distance. Yoongi couldn’t find out if this was just a one-time thing right? Maybe in his human form, Jimin could tell Namjoon to get help, to find someone who would organize his life for him, and this was clearly an emergency. Namjoon didn’t listen to him in his angel form - he had no choice if he wanted to help the human. This was for the better, no matter if he would break rules or not. Because he would do it for Namjoon. He didn’t want to break his heart, not yet - he could still let down Namjoon... slowly…. later. Jimin wasn’t sure how, yet but he was certain to come up with something. The angel gazed up at Namjoon and his heart began to ache for him, before he turned around and walked passed him. 

Jimin didn’t notice the small feather falling from his wings. His heart was pumping so fast and loudly in his chest, so he didn't notice it coming loose as he materialized right behind Namjoon. Just a few steps away, as the feather slowly descended to the ground. 

“H-hey,” Jimin said a little breathless, “I’m sorry I’m late. It’s kind of a stupid habit of mine.” His hands were shaking, nonetheless he crossed two fingers, hoping that Yoongi was just busy with Jungkook this evening and wouldn’t snoop around to see if he kept his promises. 

“Oh! Hey,” Namjoon had been so concentrated on the main street at the front of the shop that he had totally missed Jimin coming from somewhere else. He chuckled about his own thought. There he was, thinking about a million reasons why Jimin wouldn’t come - and then he showed up, looking slightly guilty but he was there and Namjoon could have kissed him for that. Metaphorically speaking… more or less. 

“Ah, it’s okay. I was worried you couldn’t come and didn’t have a way to contact me because we totally forgot to exchange numbers. We still could if you want. Or.. we can go for that coffee or snack or whatever you picked and then you can decide afterwards.” He winked at him although there was a hint of truth in it. He didn’t want to force Jimin into something he didn’t want just because the other had been kind enough to save his ass.

Jimin sighed in the back of his mind. Of course, Namjoon wanted his phone number. But all it would take for the human to see or talk to him was simply to call out his name and Jimin would appear. Nonetheless, the angel couldn’t help but blush. Namjoon seemed nervous and it appeared that he wanted to get to know Jimin. This was literally what Yoongi warned him about, but Jimin ignored the signs. All of them. Very effectively. Because it felt too good, like warmth spreading in his heart making him feel featherlight. 

“Well, then let’s get something to eat. I’ve been working all day and I need some food.” Jimin smiled, ignoring the phone number question for now and pointed down the road, “I heard there’s a good italian restaurant right there...somewhere…” Jimin had no clue if it was good or not, but he knew Jungkook liked to get pizza from there and it always smelled delicious whenever he brought it home. 

Jimin told himself it would be fine. As long as he wouldn’t lie and keep protecting Namjoon, then he was fine. There was nothing he should be worried about. This was just part of his plan, after all - even if Yoongi didn’t agree. 

He was still nervous. Unlike Yoongi, Jimin wasn’t used to his human form and to people seeing him. So, he startled when the waiter asked them for their reservation, glad when Namjoon took over and made sure they would get a table, while he let his gaze wander around the restaurant. “I didn’t know this was so fancy,” Jimin whispered and stayed close to Namjoon. “A friend of mine orders here all the time so I thought...I don’t know.” How the heavens should he know where humans like to eat? As an angel he had no appetite and he needed different sources to refill his energy levels. Even if he enjoyed a good pizza from time to time. Human life was just so different. Yoongi liked it way more than him and Jimin usually had reprimanded him about disappearing to earth. But now Jimin couldn’t deny it felt exciting. As an angel you had a lot of rules to follow, but if you were in your human form, you could bend those a little. As long as you didn’t get caught, you would be fine, at least that was what Yoongi always told him. 

Jimin’s gaze stopped on a little child, not older than four or five maybe. The little girl giggled, waving towards him and Jimin winked at her, noticing how her little eyes were shining when she saw his gleaming aura around him. Kids were still innocent enough to see his real form, no matter if he was human or not. She couldn’t see his wings right now, but Jimin was glowing for her. Passing their table, the girl pulled at her mother’s sweatshirt and pointed at Jimin excitingly. 

“Mommy, look! It’s a fairy!” The woman looked up at Jimin, smiling apologetically as she pushed her daughters arm down, probably feeling embarrassed by her pointing at him but Jimin didn’t mind. He liked fairies.  

Namjoon had heard it too and tried to hide his amused smile. He could easily see why the little girl would think of Jimin as a fairy or elf or otherwise magical creature. The younger was still wearing all white, and not even a creamy white or different shades of it, it was the purest kind of white, like you would use in movies to underline that a character was flawless and ethereal. Namjoon wondered if Jimin was going for that certain look or if something entirely else was behind the way he was dressing. “Is white your favorite color? Or are your all white outfits something like a religious statement?” He asked him straight away.

“Huh?“ Jimin looked down on his outfit and then smiled. “Ah, I guess you could say it’s my favorite color. I think it looks good on me.” He sat down at the table and took the menu from the waiter, just to put it aside again. Jimin already knew what he wanted. “So, tell me about yourself…” He asked right back and leaned his chin onto his hand, ready to listen to him all night. 

“It does,” Namjoon nodded, agreeing easily while keeping from him that he thought Jimin would probably look great in every color possible. Even mustard or neon lime. He was about to joke that Jimin needed a good washing machine to keep his white clothes so pristine when Jimin beat him to it and asked a typical date question. Namjoon smirked and leaned back, Jimin’s approach too obvious to make him shy. “Why, what do you want to know? Favourite color? Favourite book? What I think about eating dinner with fairies?” 

The angel giggled, “Yeah, all of that, please. I heard you have an antique shop. How did you get into that business and…do you always accuse strangers to be your stalkers and run over streets without looking?” Jimin raised a finger, smiling brightly, “And of course, most important, what do you think about eating dinner with magical creatures…” He had to bite his lip to keep from giggling. Namjoon had no clue that he was one. That he was having dinner with his guardian angel. This could definitely be the title of a sweet rom-com movie: Dinner with an angel. The image of Yoongi plopping into his mind let him stop though. He needed to concentrate. He was here to help Namjoon, not to flirt with him right? It was just a nice evening out and in the end, he would tell him that they won’t see each other again. That would be easy, right? Humans did it all the time. 

“The shop?” He was a bit embarrassed to admit it but he had actually never planned to own an antique shop. It had just happened in a way. “It was totally by chance. I always wanted to make music but you can’t really make a living with it or pay rent if you aren’t famous or have the right connections, so I had a few random jobs. I found this old antique shop about five years ago, it was a little more dusty, looked a little more lost. The previous owner couldn’t take care of the shop any longer as his health was’t the best any longer, he was old and looked even older. He told me that he had traveled a lot in his youth and had actually started this shop with selling souvenirs from his travels, only later getting into antiques. I really loved the shop despite his run down state so I was really sad when it was supposed to be sold and the owner told me that if I really felt that deeply about it then he would rent it to me. Because he knew I couldn’t pay it by far though he said it was rather about knowing that his shop was in good hands than about the money. He had enough of it and too little time to spend it now. When he died he gave everything to his distant relatives or charity - except for the shop. He gave it to me, just like that. For keeping the tradition alive. I won’t lie it was a rough start because I had no idea how to run a shop. And it won’t get me rich but I still like it. A lot.”

“That is such a sweet story,” Jimin couldn’t tear his gaze off Namjoon. The more he was talking, the more Jimin wanted to know. It only broke off when the waiter came with their food and the angel thanked him sweetly, before turning back to the human. “You don’t have to be rich to be happy anyways.” Jimin added to his statement and reached for a piece of his pizza, blowing some air to cool it. “Did you have the idea to put in a coffee shop there as well? A friend of mine…ehm, he always gets coffee from you.” Jimin quickly completed the story. Namjoon didn’t know that he had been with him in the shop all day long. 

“That is true.” Namjoon poked into the cheese crust of his noodles. “The coffee machine initially wasn't for the customers but for me. I stayed in the shop during lunch break, so I figured why not stay open when I’m there anyway. However, I still  needed my coffee so I bought the machine as I couldn't just go to the next coffee shop and leave the shop and customers alone. I was asked how much the coffee cost in here pretty much right away after I put it here and after denying over and over again I eventually gave in and started to sell coffee. And then bought a better machine and more coffee to choose from. So again, just like with the shop itself it just .. happened somehow.” 

“Is that why you have been so stressed that morning?” Jimin asked and munched on his pizza, humming at the wonderful taste. “Or is this a default mode of yours?” He chuckled, “I mean…the not looking and doing ten tasks at the same time-thing?”

Namjoon blushed and tried to hide it behind a napkin as he wiped his mouth. “No that’s... I’m actually a little bit disorganized. It’s not.. bad, really. I just get overly focused sometimes and then I literally forget everything else around me. Including cars, even though I know that’s absolutely dangerous.”

“Hm,” Jimin pursed his lips as he thought for a moment. “Why don’t you let someone help you then? Help you organize? Or at least get you a bit of free time so you can do it? Or is it that much you don’t know where to start?” When he realized he was firing question after question probably backing Namjoon up against a wall, Jimin smiled shyly. “I’m sorry. Another habit of mine,” He explained, “My job is to kind of help organize people’s life…like a personal assistant of some sorts. You ever thought about getting one?” Taking another bite from his pizza the angel added with a full mouth, “I could help you find someone.”

“Wait, what?” Namjoon placed the fork down, staring at Jimin. Of course, he had thought about getting some help but there were so many different reason why he shouldn’t (the salary he was supposed to get from somewhere to pay his new employee, the trust he was supposed to give to that person, the control he might need to share…). He liked Jimin though. And the younger looked like he was fearless enough to dive right into it. It also was the perfect reason to keep him around and would make sure that he could see him again. “Do you have a job right now? Are you maybe looking for one?” He hurriedly asked him as if someone could snatch Jimin away from him.

“I could ask a friends agency and find you the right person,” Jimin was glad that he was in his human form right now. Lying seemed a little easier like this. He couldn’t contain his excitement though. Namjoon looked like he was considering a life coach. So, the angel could leave him some notes where to look and – boom – his life would be much easier and Namjoon wouldn’t be any danger for himself or others anymore. Jimin couldn’t wait to rub it in Yoongi’s face that his plan had worked after all. 

“I could call them tomorrow morning and then I would tell you if….wait what?” The angels eye widened, his heart skipping a beat when he realized that Namjoon had gotten him wrong. “Me? Y-you want me to take care of your life?” Jimin asked astonished, hands shaking, and voice pitched a little higher. If Yoongi would see him now, he’d be only a pile of feathers. “I can be kind of harsh though. Trust me…you don’t want me as your personal assistant. I would only make you hate me because I’d probably structure your whole life differently,” Jimin shook his head and waved Namjoon off. “I’m not sure if that is what you need.” He laughed nervously.

“I absolutely doubt that there is something you could do that would make me hate you. Except maybe lighting my shop on fire but that's not really in your job description. Yes, I’d really like to have you as my assistant - if you want to of course. If you are used to having to handle other people’s messes it explains why you were so quick with saving me. It was probably muscle memory from all the times you saved other people’s asses, is that right?” He was joking his nervousness away that was threatening to flip his stomach over. Would Jimin say yes?

“I mean, yeah kind of and…” Jimin took a deep breath, sorting out his thoughts for a moment. His mouth stood open and he gaped like a fish, trying to come up with a quick decision. Yoongi would say no. He would scream at him not to do it. That it would be risky and not even a difficult client like Namjoon was worth bending the rules for. But it was Jimin’s human now. And maybe…if he only did this for a week , for as long as their change lasted, then he could show Namjoon everything he needed to know.

“Okay, I will do this but only under one circumstance. You will follow my rules and I will still search for someone else to help you in the long run, okay?” Jimin raised his eyebrow at the human, “But I guess I can give it a try.” Smiling at Namjoon, he ignored every bit of his angel instinct right now. “How hard can it be to take care of you?”

“Deal!” Namjoon reached out for Jimin’s hand and shook it before the other could change his mind. He laughed at Jimin’s comment. “Oh, you’ll see. I might be a real challenge for you,” With a wink he turned his attention back to his noodles with a light heart and a fluttering feeling in his stomach

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It was a beautiful morning with the sun shining bright, the sky a clear blue and the birds were singing their morning songs. But he didn’t care. Jimin licked over his lip as he stared at the small alarm clock right next to Namjoon’s bed. The human was still asleep, looking awfully cute with his pursed lips and sleepy mumble. A wicked smile pulled at Jimin’s lips, when the clock hit 6am in the morning and the angel disappeared.

He landed safely right in front of Namjoon’s doorstep again, dusting off a bit off the glitter from his shoulder. Reaching for his bag, Jimin straightened up again and then knocked on the door. Once. Twice. And then a little rougher the third time. “Good Morning!”

Namjoon startled, waking with a confused expression and furrowed brows. It had taken him a while to differentiate between dream and reality and get that the knocking was actually there and definitely meant for him though even awake he had no idea who would want anything from him tat early in the morning. Maybe it was the neighbours and their cat had stolen from his clothes line again? With messy hair and still in his pajamas he opened the door, expected lots of things - not Jimin though. The younger looked totally cheerful and awfully awake and Namjoon sincerely envied him. Then it clicked what he was here for and that Namjoon was still in his pajamas and a sleepy mess and he mumbled an apology while trying to hide his blush.

Jimin couldn’t help but ooze over Namjoon’s naked chest one more time. He had seen it last night, when the human went to bed and still he had drooled over him – again and again. For heaven's sake, how could someone look so good and they just gotten out of bed. 

“Koalas? I like koalas.” Jimin pointed at the cute animals printed all over his pants, scrunching up his nose. “Ah, don’t worry about.” The angel blinded Namjoon with his smile, happy when the human finally made enough room for him to enter. It was hard to pretend that he didn’t know Namjoon’s apartment inside out already, so Jimin quickly accessed the situation, letting out a hum here and there as if he hadn’t made a whole plan on how to organize his life hours ago. When Namjoon shuffled behind him, Jimin reached into his bag and then took out a to-go cup filled with some green juice. 

“Drink this, please.” When Namjoon didn’t take the cup but rather eyed it carefully, Jimin sighed. “It’s really sweet, believe me. It’s just good. You might lack a lot of vitamins…and it will help with the tiredness. My rules remember?” He tipped the underside of the cup, making Namjoon drink up, “Trust me and in a couple of days you will see the change if not…you can just fire me. I won’t be mad then. So…,” He clapped into his hands and then looked at the clock. “Waking up at 6 am, 6:15 am you take in your vitamin shot and take a shower. 6:30 am, You are allowed your first coffee and have enough time to read over the newspaper, eat some breakfast if you like, freshen up and then you’re out of the house at 7:25 am. How does that sound?” Jimin began to gather the papers on Namjoon’s desk, piling them up so he could organize them later. “I will keep around you for the most time and try and see what I need to do. You’re free to tell me what I need to help you with, it can be about laundry, preparing your food, bills or…for example this?” He pointed at the papers, “I will organize them all for you while you do your work…and then tonight we talk about your evening routine. Oh and…no more coffee after 4pm.” 

Namjoon blinked owlishly. Of course, he has known that Jimin would set up some rules, especially after the boy had emphasized that Namjoon was supposed to follow them what he hadn't expected though was that he would get time frames when to do what and when to be finished. The juice hadn't been that bad so he could live with that but there was something he couldn't stomach, “Fifteen minutes for a shower? How am I supposed to do that? You can bet if I hurry then I slip in the shower or accidentally rip my pants trying to change or use shampoo for lotion. Is there room for arguing?" He was only half joking. He knew he got worse under pressure.

“What are you doing while showering that takes more than fift-...,” Jimin broke off, a certain image on his mind on what Namjoon’s ‘morning activities’ under a shower could mean. “Eh...well, yeah of course it’s arguable. I planned enough time and if you ever need something else or want to do it differently we can talk about it. This is just how I would plan your schedule, so you don’t have to stress anymore,” Jimin tried to turn the conversation away from the shower, the image too vividly in his head and Namjoon was still without a shirt and his honey sun-kissed skin inviting him in. 

“And if you need any help just call out for me,” Jimin’s eyes widened, “Not for in the shower I mean...in general. Anything...I guess. Ehm…if you need time for yourself there that’s fine, too...I...” Jimin blushed, cheeks on flame as he averted his gaze and turned around to point somewhere else. “Is that the kitchen?” His voice sounded a little too high pitched, “I’ll make us coffee…”

Namjoon smiled brightly at Jimin’s cuteness. He refrained from teasing Jimin about accidentally offering shower help because the younger was very obviously shy about it and their friendship too fresh. He followed Jimin into the kitchen watching as the younger prepared the coffee as if he had done it a hundred times. He didn’t even ask where everything was, reaching out for it with confidence. When you helped people like this regularly you probably knew every coffee brand and machine and knew how to handle them in your sleep no matter which kitchen you were in. “So, does that mean you’ll be here every morning now? Or do I have to print the timetable and then just built the self-discipline to not cheat on it?”

Jimin avoided Namjoon’s gaze, still feeling too flustered. He was as pure as an angel could be. He had never even been kissed, except for the occasional cheek kiss from Yoongi. No one had ever held his hand intimately, except for Yoongi who liked to hold his hand while arguing with him. He never understood why, but he had just accepted the soft skinship. Apparently Yoongi needed it. 

“We can do it however you prefer, though it's easier when I'm here especially in the beginning.” Jimin answered and got out two cups of coffee, preparing it exactly like Namjoon liked it. With just a bit of milk and half a teaspoon of sugar. “You can’t cheat yourself out of it anyways... I’m pretty good at catching up on people’s lies.” Jimin winked. He would be there with Namjoon anyways everyday - invisible or not. Although, he preferred to be able to look in his eyes and know he would gaze right back at him with that beautiful smile on his lips that showed his dimples. Looking over to the clock on the wall, Jimin cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to start? Your coffee will be done when you’re out of the shower.”

Namjoon felt strangely emotional; he was thankful that Jimin was taking care of him, embarrassed that he even needed to in the first place, anxious about if he could pull this off without annoying the other, hopeful that he might change his life now as he had planned to do so many times before... in the end he bit his lip and carefully asked, “We still haven’t properly discussed your payment. I need to now how long I can afford you to know how quickly I need to do this on my own again.”

“My what?” Jimin shook his head with a soft smile, “No, no…there’s no need to pay me. I told you I will help you until we find someone else…then you can pay that human.” Leaning against the kitchen counter, Jimin watched the coffee drop into the can slowly filling up. “It’ll be enough payment to know you are able to be more aware of everything around you. And if me helping you organize and declutter your life is what it takes, then that’s nothing you need to pay me for.” With a shy smile, he turned to look at him and added, “Also I just like to see you smile. So, I take this as a payment, please.”

Namjoon was offended that Jimin thought that he would let him work without payment, “No way! You come here in the early morning and are practically my personal babysitter and you think I would agree to let you work for free? Absolutely not! I refuse to listen to any of your suggestions before we settled on a salary.” He didn’t have that much money, but he had his pride, “And don’t even try to suggest something silly like one coin a day.”

“Okay, then two!” Jimin laughed and then pushed Namjoon lightly, ignoring how soft his skin felt under his hands and rather concentrated on getting the human ready for his day. “Finally get under the shower, please. I need you to be ready soon!” Jimin opened the door to the bathroom with a slight bow, “Have fun with whatever you’re doing in there.”

“This conversation isn’t over yet!” If he hadn’t been on the clock (not only Jimin’s but also the one that told him that he would be late if he didn't start moving soon then he wouldn’t have let the younger change topic. However, it would give him time to do some research on what personal life managers cost so that he knew what he should pay him. He wouldn't let Jimin get out of this unpaid. He actually didn’t understand why the younger didn’t want to. He surely needed money, he didn't act like some spoilt rich person’s son - and he was too young to have gathered a fortune himself, wasn’t he? He decided to ask a few careful question to find out more about Jimin's background - and Jimin in general of course. The youngers boldness when sending him off to shower surprised him and he chuckled. “Why, what do you think I’m doing? I didn’t expect you to have such a dirty mind. Or is this why you’re wearing all white, to look all pure and counterbalance your mind?”

“I don’t…I mean…I,” Jimin groaned and pushed Namjoon into the bathroom to avoid more questions and his obvious amusement about this. Jimin didn’t need him to know about how innocent he really was. “Coffee is ready in five!” He yelled and turned around, mumbling to himself to calm his rapid heartbeat.

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Following Namjoon around as a human was way more comfortable than he would have thought. And protecting him like this was easier, because Namjoon was hearing him loud and clear and couldn’t possibly ignore his voice. So, when Namjoon didn’t look left and right before crossing a street, Jimin slightly pulled him back by his shirt and raised his eyebrow, nodding over to a few children on their way to school. 

“You don’t want to be a bad role model do you?” Was all he said to him, before they went ahead after making sure there was no car rushing towards them. The angel didn’t know why the others always made such a fuss about being in human form and were so strict about it all. It was fun, he was allowed to sin a little without any consequences and he could protect his stubborn protectee. Why not more angels used this to their advantages for humans that had a habit of not listening was a mystery to him.

He smiled deep in his thought, watching Namjoon fiddling around in his bag, trying to reach for his keys when they slipped right out of his hands again. Luckily, Jimin was fast enough to catch them right before they could fall into the gutter beneath. He gave them back to Namjoon without really acknowledging it. “I like your shop already,” Jimin smiled and peeked in through the windows, pretending as if he hadn’t seen it all already. 

It was surprisingly nice to be accompanied by Jimin. Namjoon had feared that it might be awkward or stiff or that he felt watched or controlled knowing that Jimin was looking out for him. However just the other’s presence kept him more ‘conscious’ of his surroundings. When he was alone he easily slip into his mind, thinking about the day or his plans or what he wanted to eat for lunch - which Jimin by his side he rather wanted to talk with him or just observe him, the same way Jimin was observing him. And he also didn’t feel half as lonely.

Being a human in Namjoon’s shop was even better, because now Jimin could touch antiques, could ask the other about them and let him explain every little detail about their story. Jimin loved it how involved Namjoon was with his objects. As if every little thing meant the world to him – which it probably did. It was still fascinating to him how clean and organized Namjoon’s shop was and how it stood in contrast to his personal life and apartment. Jimin sighed and then turned towards Namjoon’s office at the back of the shop. There it wasn’t as organized as he hoped it would be. 

“Where do I start?” Jimin mumbled to himself and began his work, while leaving the door open. Namjoon was perfectly in view for him to see, so he could keep an eye on him. Who knew when would be the next time Namjoon would drop something.

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“You seem so relaxed today, Mr. Kim,” An older lady said and reached for the coffee Namjoon had just prepared for her at the counter. “A little healthier.” She smiled up at the taller man, leaning in a little closer, “Whatever you did today, keep doing that. It seems to be good for you.”

“What was that about?” Jungkook furrowed his brows and came around the counter. “Did you get a haircut, or did you just sleep better? Was she trying to flirt with you?” The younger giggled as he shrugged out of his jacket and put on his little apron.

“That’s.. uh that’ was nothing. Just Mrs. Kim being friendly.” He didn’t want to tell Jungkook that Jimin was helping him right away. He didn’t want to spoil or ruin it because what if it didn’t work out as planned? Or what if he couldn't answer Kook’s questions or would get embarrassed, stuttering something that would only make it worse. Jungkook was still a very new addition to his shop and he needed to get used to someone talking to him differently than in a customer/seller relationship. On the other hand it would be pretty hard to hide it considering that Jimin was literally behind them working and Jungkook wasn’t stupid so he would find out so what - or rather who - helped him figure things out therefore having him look more relaxed.

Jimin had been working all morning, going through almost half of Namjoon’s bills and documents. It wasn’t too badly organized. As it seemed, Namjoon had once tried to keep a track on everything and then literally lost control. But at least you could see the desk now again and it wasn’t hiding under a pile of papers and trash. Maybe Namjoon could finally get some work done in his actual office for once again. Jimin looked proudly at his result, nodding with a satisfied hum.

Meanwhile Jungkook was sitting at the corner of the coffee shop, tongue out in concentration as he cleaned up a dainty little brooch. The younger loved his job already. It was calm and quiet, and he could sit in his favorite chair in the corner by the bookshelf while working, because Namjoon didn’t mind as long as his task was done. Pulling his knees in, Jungkook held up the brooch to make sure that he was getting every spot, not noticing how a certain guardian was observing him just as closely.

“Joon,” Jimin’s voice came up from behind him and Namjoon instantly turned around to him. “Could you maybe…” The angels voice dropped and so did almost the box that he was carrying that was filled to the brim with old papers inside.

Jimin had completely forgotten about Jungkook…and Yoongi. 

Yoongi was standing behind the chair that Jungkook sat in, leaning onto the backrest and watching intently as Jungkook did his work with patience and concentration. When Jimin came into the room he turned, looking at him with a deadpan stare that basically spelled out ‘Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? How stupid do you think I am?’ before pointedly looking at the box and papers in Jimin’s arms. When he spoke his voice sounded calm but there was an underlying tension in it. 

“Do you mind explaining what exactly you are doing here, sweetheart?”

Yoongi had been looking at the younger in front of him as If he was staring at art in a museum – that was until he turned around and saw Jimin. Who wasn’t invisible like him, but very much just in reach for Namjoon to touch. Jimin flinched, when Namjoon did exactly that and reached for his arm in worry but Jimin quickly blinded him with a smile. Ignoring Yoongi completely, Jimin pointed towards the office. “It’s halfway done but…ehm I need some more supplies from the shop. I need a few more binders and…you can get them tomorrow or whenever…I don’t care.” He gave Namjoon a list and then nodded at the box in his hands, voice tumbling over, “I’ll throw these out into the containers. I’ll be right back.” His smile wavered nervously, glancing over to Yoongi, mouthing a quick ‘I can explain’ before he turned around.

Jimin hurried down the small hallway that lead towards the back door, holding onto the box so tightly that it turned his knuckles white. But he didn’t even make it further, because Yoongi was leaning against the door already, raised eyebrow and all, looking Jimin up and down. 

“It’s not what it looks like, Yoongi!” Jimin whispered, nervously peeking over his shoulder to Namjoon and back. “I told you I have a plan! You don’t have to worry about me. I have it under control…,” The angel wasn’t even giving Yoongi a chance to scold him first. “It’s just for a couple of days…”

“You can be lucky that you’re in human form cause you would have lost a lot of feathers for that. Three lies at least and all with a straight face. You’re getting better Jimin. Who knew that our innocent little angel from heaven could act so selfishly and risk so much just for hanging out with that cute human. If I had known Namjoon was your type I would have warned you. So, tell me then, what’s your plan? You going to seduce him, see what it feels like to touch a human and be touched by them in return? Is that what you’re looking for? If yes you could have told me, there’s a much easier way to do that.” Yoongi’s words were sharp, the disappointment clear on his face. Not because of what Jimin might or might not want - but because he was so blatantly lying to him.

“What? I'm not...that's not why I'm doing this,“ Jimin blushed like crazy, as if someone had poured a whole bucket of red paint over him. “It's just...Yoongi, please. He told me he needed help and if his life and surroundings would just be a little more organized then he could improve so much. Be a little more self-aware because he got the time for himself then!“ Jimin adjusted the hold around the box again as it was getting heavier, “What is the worst that can happen anyways?“”

Yoongi huffed. ”You are a guardian angel, Jimin! Not a housekeeper! You are not supposed to even talk to Namjoon let alone accompany trough his day and take care of his mess. He will depend on you! On someone that’s not human and doesn’t even have the basic requirements to be human. You don’t have parents. You won’t run out of time. You don’t need money or fear human illnesses - sooner or later you will mess something up and if Namjoon finds out you’re an angel it might completely fuck him up. you never know how humans react. Some literally go crazy over seeing us. Others think it’s their duty to spread that knowledge and might end up in a psych ward. This is all something that could happen to Namjoon. Just because you want to be ‘nice’ and help him. It doesn’t work like that, Minnie. You know that.”

Jimin's eyes filled with tears, biting onto his lip hard while he tried to come up with something he could say but there was nothing. Yoongi was right. Maybe he had run into his headfirst, his heart deciding over his good conscience. He had messed up. “B-but he counts on me now.“ Jimin gulped, his voice barely a whisper. “I'll make it right, I promise. I will.“ Jimin was shaking, eyes avoiding Yoongi's hard stare. “Namjoon will be fine, please trust me. Nothing will happen.“

Yoongi sighed deeply. His voice was soft when he answered, heart aching because he could feel the younger hurting. “You don’t know that Jimin. Namjoon only has one lifetime. You better make sure it’s a happy one. And please remind yourself that we just switched for a little while. You will have to go back to our own protectee eventually.” He didn’t like that thought ever as Jungkook was like the perfect human to watch - but rules where rules and if anyone would find out that they were guarding the ‘wrong’ person each then they would be in a lot of trouble. 

All of them.

“I won’t let anything happen to him and I know. I know I have to get back to Jungkook eventually...I…,” Jimin sighed, “Let me handle this, okay? I will be back at night in heaven and then we can talk okay? We can figure this out?” The last sentence was more of a question, silently asking for Yoongi’s help in this. “I do like Namjoon.” Jimin looked over his shoulder, “As a friend, I mean. He’s kind. And yes, he’s cute, too. Apropos cute...how is Jungkook doing? Did he have nightmares, yet? Did you talk to him then? You know reading him a story does help a lot.” Jimin tried to change topics quickly. But Yoongi couldn’t answer because they were interrupted by a voice. 

“Jimin?” Namjoon stuck his head out the door and looked at them, only seeing Jimin of course. With furrowed brows he looked at Jimin’s hands where there was no phone or radio or anything else that would have explained the talking. “Who are you talking to?” He had worried a little when Jimin hadn’t showed up and so he had gone and looked for him. “Jungkook is going to get us lunch. Do you want something?” With a glimmer and a silent flap of his wings Yoongi was gone, ready to guard Jungkook on his way.

Jimin didn’t look at him, trying to blink away the tears and instead finally dumped the papers into the container. “Ehm...myself, I tend to do that sometimes.” He chuckled nervously, wiping his dirty hands off on his jeans and then turned to Namjoon. “Don’t you do that, too? Am I the only person who does that?” Jimin faked another laugh and pushed Namjoon inside again. “I don’t need anything. I’m fine.” 

Jimin peeked over his shoulder once more, trying to see if Yoongi was still there but the guardian had effectively ignored his questions and went after the young boy. Guilt was lying heavy on his mind and heart now and Jimin felt awful. He had lied so easily to Yoongi as if it meant nothing. Usually he was the more pure angel, the one who never lied or had been selfish. How could one human turn his morals completely upside down like that. Jimin hadn’t considered any consequences. He just wanted to help the human with the kind eyes and smile. But now he felt lost, not sure on how to make it out of this mess. Maybe tonight, when he’s gotten some rest up on his cloud with Yoongi, maybe then it would be alright again and he’d find a solution. As long as it didn’t involve hurting Namjoon. With a storm of thoughts in his mind, Jimin had retreated into the shop’s office again, watching over his human from afar and yet, it was a way of hiding a little, to get some more time for himself and think about what Yoongi had said and still keep his promise.

It was the longest day he ever remembered, even if time didn’t exist for him.

“Do I really not know you?” Jungkook pointed at Jimin and rubbed his chin in thought with the other, while Namjoon was busy locking up the shop that evening. “I feel like I’ve seen you around...are you sure we never met?” 

Jimin’s eyes fell onto Yoongi, who gave him the ‘don’t make it more complicated’ - look but the angel just shook his head as an answer. “No, my face is pretty ordinary, maybe you only think that you did but it wasn’t really me.” He waved the younger goodbye, eyes flickering over to Yoongi who gave him another warning glance. 

Jimin still felt awful, nonetheless he reached out for Namjoon on their way home, pulling him closer instinctively, when he almost bumped into a lamppost while being busy on his phone and switched sides with him a few minutes later, when the human tripped and lost his balance, barely keeping him from tumbling onto the street (again). He sighed in relief, when they finally made it home to his apartment. 

With a pleased sigh Namjoon put his phone aside and sat down on the couch. “What a productive day! Arrived on time, I didn’t miss anything, I didn’t have to waste time searching for something that was right under my nose, there are no scratches or bruises from running into stuff at the shop - I’d say your service is A plus!” He smiled but Jimin didn’t return it the same way he always had before. He looked tired and Namjoon was flooded with guilt. Of course, Jimin was tired - his day had only worked that well because the younger had pulled all the strings in the back. And he hadn’t even had lunch. He had thought that Jimin had brought his own that's why he hadn’t said anything when Jimin had sent Jungkook away without any lunch requests but as it turned out Jimin just hadn't eaten. And now he had to face the consequences. Namjoon made a decision, nodding to himself. “As I am home now I think you’re officially released from your life manager duties. So sit down please, take a breathe, I’ll get you a nice cup of tea to destress - I got lots of those - and then I’ll cook dinner for us, okay? You need to eat lots to make up for that missed lunch.”

“But I’ve wanted to sort those papers on your table tonight,” Jimin argued and sat down, reaching for the stack with a sigh. He had wanted to tell Namjoon that he didn’t need to cook him food, especially because the angel wasn’t so sure if he could still be so fast to keep him from hurting himself. He was pretty low on energy right now.

Namjoon took the paper out of Jimin’s hand and placed them firmly palm down onto the others knees so that he couldn’t do any sorting or cleaning or rummaging through stuff. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but you really need to take care of yourself as well Jimin. I might not be the best and taking care of me but I see when something is too much for others and right now you need to stop. Work day is officially over. You’ll only annoy me if you keep on pushing now so you might as well give in and enjoy. I’ll make us some steamed vegetables, maybe some spicy potatoes and rice. All healthy and nutritious.” He smiled proudly and then hurried off into the kitchen when he was sure that Jimin wouldn’t try to sort papers again. He was glad his little speech had worked (or so he thought).

Jimin yawned again, placing the palm of his hand over his mouth as he let out a tired sound. Rubbing his eyes, he listened to the sounds of the kitchen, to Namjoon’s sweet but a little off-pitched singing and yet, returned his attention back on the many stack of papers. Namjoon’s life was what he wanted to concentrate on, because that truly was a mess and he would try to get as much done as possible before giving it over to a real human to take care of it. 

The light outside of the window had switched on and Jimin snapped around to see out of the window. Someone had just come home and Jimin smiled when they got greeted by what seemed like their love. There was a warmth spreading through him that made him feel cozy. “Isn’t that beautiful,” Jimin mumbled and made Namjoon turn around as he put plates onto the table, pushing his glasses a little further up his nose again to see. Jimin took the plates and started to arrange them halfheartedly, still making sure he had enough room to organize further. “To be greeted by the one you love. It must feel so good, don’t you think? Like a fuzzy feeling inside of your stomach?” Jimin had never experienced love, nor intimacy and still there was nothing more he yearned for. Perhaps it was why Yoongi was so protective of Jimin. 

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Namjoon placed glasses and water on the table and then cocked his head realizing a little late that Jimin’s words had sounded a little off. “You.. kinda made it sound like you never had that before?” He dared to ask, gentle and soft in case this was a vulnerable topic for Jimin.

Jimin shook his head, cheeks blushing lightly, fumbling around with the papers in his hands. “My life…it’s complicated.” He said and looked outside again, but the light was out. He brought his attention back onto the papers, glad when Namjoon didn’t poke further but understood that this probably was something Jimin didn’t want to talk about or couldn’t. Not yet, at least.

The exhaustion washed over Jimin like big waves over a shore and they were pulling him under quick. As an angel, you didn’t need food or water to survive but you needed enough energy, through rest, physical closeness or just being with other angels. Nonetheless, the human form is demanding its nutrition. And today, Jimin had none of that.

He listened carefully, hoping that Namjoon was too busy to notice that he would vanish now. He couldn’t stay any longer. He could feel his body giving up and although it was the worst timing (Jimin really wanted to spend that dinner with Namjoon), he needed to go now or else he wouldn’t make it. 

Closing his eyes, Jimin tried to concentrate. His aura wavered, wings trying to push through as he felt the realm shift around him and then he fell right back. Eyes wide and mouth opened in shock. 

Why was he still here? 

His heart began to race, and he was panting. Jimin never had any problems with changing realms or getting himself back up in heaven. But this was different. Jimin tried again, feeling breathless, holding onto the chair as he forced himself through the realm once more. But he snapped back again. Jimin could feel something ripping at him, the pain of trying to switch spheres making him drew in a quiet but painful gasp before his eyes fell shut and he sank into a deep slumber, still holding onto the last paper he wanted to sort into the folder, head on the table while a single feather descended to the floor. 

Namjoon hadn’t really taken that long to find his oven mitts and then bring the food nonetheless when he came back Jimin was out cold. 

“Jimin?” At first he thought the younger might be playing pretend because really who could fall asleep like that with his head on the hard wooden surface and no cushion (Namjoon couldn’t) but apparently Jimin had been so exhausted he had actually gone out cold the second he was letting himself relax. Namjoon groaned when he saw the paper in Jimin’s hand. 

“You little workaholic!” He murmured, taking it from the barely there grasp before placing it aside. On his way over to the table he saw a feather, white and downy and he picked it up, surprised how it could have gotten into the house. It must have been on their clothes from before. As it was pretty he placed it onto his bookshelf, securing it with a tea candle so the wind couldn’t blow it away. Then he quickly got some cushions and a blanket to make it comfortable for Jimin. If he got him from the table to the couch without the younger waking up then he wouldn’t try wake him either. Getting him home would be a problem because he had no idea where Jimin lived and he also didn’t have a car and least of all would he let Jimin try to commute home when he would probably fall asleep in the bus five minutes in and then land on the other end of town. It was safest just to let him sleep. They could have a talk about this tomorrow. Sighing, he placed his arms under Jimin’s armpits, using a grip he had learned at a first aider weekend and then hugged Jimin close to get him from here to the couch. He was a little worried that he might hurt him - or that Jimin would wake up right now, thinking Namjoon was trying to strangle him but nothing happened. The moment Jimin had the couch under him he stirred a little but that was it. 

Namjoon breathed out a sigh of relief. He made sure Jimin was comfortable before turning and taking the food back into the kitchen. He would eat there so that he wouldn't wake him up. With a last look onto the sleeping figure he switched off the light.

Jimin’s body wasn’t used to being human all day and so he had completely blacked out. He didn’t notice the blanket, nor how Namjoon was walking around him, trying to be as quiet as possible. But he noticed the warmth that embraced him the moment Namjoon hugged him close. Jimin shivered in his sleep, cheeks feverish red from the exhaustion when it was gone again. His body yearned for the physical contact, for the energy and warmth that only another human or angel could give him. He felt cold again, the further Namjoon turned away from him, falling into the pit. Jimin sunk a little deeper into the pitch black darkness of his sleep, when he turned, trying to blindly reach for the source of energy again that was here only seconds ago. But Namjoon was gone. 

With a loud thump, Jimin landed on the hard floor.  

Namjoon froze when he heard the dull sound of something falling. He had been halfway to the hallway already, trying to do his usual evening routine while not being distracted by the cute guy that was sleeping in his living room. Apparently Jimin was trying to make it difficult for him. When he turned he saw Jimin had fallen off the couch and onto the floor, lucky together with his blanket and cushion so he hadn’t hit his head. Considering that getting someone from a sitting position to lying down on the sofa wasn’t half as hard as pulling someone’s full bodyweight up onto something Namjoon had a bit of a problem now. 

He kneeled down next to Jimin shaking the younger a bit. Surely he must have woken from his fall. There was no way someone could sleep through this. “Jimin?” There was no response and he was about to think that he might to call a doctor or go through Jimin’s bag to see if he had some notification of a sickness, narcolepsy maybe when the younger reached out for him. It wasn’t a conscious reaching out, Jimin just leaned into him, curling his body towards him like a cat did with a heat source. Stunned Namjoon blinked at him.

It was all Jimin needed. He reached out for the human, placing his hand softly onto Namjoon’s arm and sighed as if it had been everything he needed. A little skin on skin was enough. Jimin mumbled sleepily, pursing his lips into a cute pout and then curled in a little more but never letting go off Namjoon’s arm. The warmth from Namjoon was seeping right through him, making his cheeks glow a little healthier and a sleepy smile form on his lips. “M-hm,” Jimin hummed, hand slipping down to Namjoon’s to hold onto him. 

“For someone who doesn’t have a lover waiting for him you sure know how to cuddle...” Namjoon whispered at him, trying to get his hand from out of Jimin’s grip but failing because Jimin didn’t really hold it but rather had snuggled up against it as if it was a cushion or a plushy he needed to sleep. Namjoon sighed. This was far from ideal. He couldn’t let Jimin sleep on the floor he himself was tired too and sitting there doing nothing wasn’t what he planned for his evening. As he had nothing to do anyway he let his gaze wander over Jimin’s sleeping form. 

He hadn’t seen the other this close before (as it would have been creepy to just come up to him like this) and he found a surprising amount of cute little details on Jimin’s face. 

His lashes were fanning out long and silky over his skin but they weren’t all black, if you looked closely there were a few lighter lashes in there and Namjoon had to suppress the urge to touch and see if they were as soft as they looked. A little lower where Jimin's cheekbones, the structure prominent even though all in all his face was on the softer side. There were a few soft freckles, faded little sun spots and Namjoon wanted to touch each of them too. He swallowed hard. Jimin was helping him with his life - he shouldn’t think about touching his face or trailing his thumb over those amazingly plush lips or... or tasting them.. abruptly Namjoon pulled his arm away from Jimin, effectively freeing himself. 

He was tired, he wasn’t thinking straight.

A/N: Yay! I hope you guys had a lovely sunday so far. What do you think of the new chapter? What happened with Jimin? Why couldn’t he change realms? Oh oh oh :DD I smell trouuuuubleeeeeeee♡♡♡

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all of @howdydowdy‘s most loveliest tags for my fanfic, you are so wonderful i don’t know how i deserved the good luck to find you ;A;

1. #OH MY GOD!!!!!!!#it's here!! i'm gonna lose my whole entire mind!!!!!#well i hope everybody's ready for me to scream about every single installment as it comes out because this is the most important thing now#i didn't even know turnip!ah yuan was gonna be in it THIS IS THE BEST SURPRISE!!!!!#i feel so honored that my tags had anything to do with inspiring this incredible au but this is absolutely so much better#even in this short installment i'm getting such a good feel for the three characters who have made an appearance so far!#excited to see your lwj!!!#'the only thing his viewers enjoyed more than his content were the occasional take-downs Wen Qing was dishing out in the comment section'#ahahaha you are so funny#PLEASE EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS AMAZING FIC! I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT!!!!#i don't know all the things that are gonna happen but i have a general idea and guys it's such a good au#op is so creative and brilliant!!!#the untamed#ah yuan and his two dads will be the death of me#fic#these are a few of my favorite things

2. #second! installment!! time!!!#i feel like i'm a reader in dickensian london waiting for the new chapter to come out in the magazine#except there's less pollution and i don't have to put coal in an oven#why are those my associations with dickensian london? idk don't worry about it#jiang cheng makes an appearance! okay so i have never really understood him but i've been reading a LOT of fic#and i'm starting to get the picture i think#this is like...just the right amount ominous to get me super excited to see what happens next#WYD JC????#also wwx's characterization is just *chef's kiss*#<3 <3 <3 love u op you're too good to me#puns

3. #ohhhh shit everybody lwj is here! things are happening!!!!#i love all the sibling feels lxc gives me always#in every single fic i read he's like 'lwj i found another boy your age please be friends with him i love you so much'#oOoOoO the shoot will be four whole days i wonder what can happen in four days you guys...#like maybe...mister stoic guqin falling in love with disaster farmer man????#STAY TUNED#you know what just occurred to me is that lwj needs an emotion translator#i'm thinking like luther the anger translator for obama in those key & peele sketches#except it's just someone interpreting all of lwj's stoic faces#i mean lxc can read his faces so you'd think he could do it but idk if lxc himself is emotive enough#i'll have to think about it more

4. #this fic is the gift that keeps on giving#slowly introducing new characters...now we're meeting my sweet baby wen ning...i don't deserve this happiness...#also wei wuxian's carefree chaotic energy is just to die for#and what's this? jiang cheng appears on the horizon? narrowing his eyes at a tumbleweed that rolls across his path#his spurs jingling menacingly as he stalks ever closer?#hold on to yer hats cowboys i smell some Plot approaching#the untamed#fic#(okay also 'explosive arts & crafts projects' ahaha you are the best at these descriptions)

5. #oooooooo things are really coming together my dudes...#more jiang cheng content! okay he is really growing on me. grouch with a heart of gold. huge schemer. just wants to make fun of his BIL with#his brother but feels like he has to prioritize his ~responsibilities~#he loves wwx and understands what motivates him and at the same time just wants him to like. chill#the air quotes ahaha#that wwx makes them and that jc hates it#also i think my favorite image from this is the fact that one of the draws of the tv show is that all the cultivator hosts are handsome#which means that when lxc needed someone to cover for him he just went to the producers like#'no worries my little brother is also super hot so he should meet all your requirements'#'is he personable? no. does he speak in complete sentences? also no. but are the viewers gonna go batshit over his face? absofuckinlutely'#and the producers were like 'oh yeah dude say no more'#this is so fun i'm really enjoying these updates!!!

6. #not the city centre itself but a nearby mound#which sounds unusual and ominous#honey you got a big storm comin'#lwj is getting there early...oh fuck the suspense...#also 'either this is just how show business works or no one really knows what they are doing' why not both lwj??#ahaha i am cackling and steepling my fingers imagining how this is all gonna go down#babe i'm glad you decided not to give me spoilers because it is so fun watching things unfold

7. #i'm just imagining the perspective of the film crew showing up and it's a barren wasteland#they're like...wtf kind of establishing shots are we supposed to take of this??#don't worry guys the cutest child on the planet lives here. just get some footage of him frolicking in the turnip fields#the audience will lose their effing minds

8. #i love jc's logic like 'no one can find out about this or it'll be bad for the family. how to accomplish this? better get a film crew'#also i love how he's lowkey bitter that no one wants to interview him AHAHA jc you peach#and he's like 'maybe i'll watch the show. JUST TO MAKE FUN OF WWX FOR NO OTHER REASON'#wow i'm like becoming really fond of this character op!!!

9. #AHAHA love this image of lwj staring after nhs as he traipses down the street#'fancy birds? tf kinda innuendo is that??'#also lwj deciding to wear all white so that people won't approach him ahaha damn where is my equivalent outfit??#MATCHMAKER LXC STRIKES AGAIN!!!!!#did lxc even have to go out of town for real or was it all a setup to get lwj and wwx in the same place??#wouldn't put it past him tbh#lwj is so perfectly taciturn here i love it#and not just because he's not personable or something it's because he's having FEELINGS#also because wwx never shuts up lol#'he is doomed just like before because even this unknown wei wuxian he wants to be close to and find out who he is'#ughughguhgghhghhh how are you finding and pushing all my buttons???#hot DAMN i am HERE for this!!!

10. #i've now read this three times and i love it more every time!#you have such a way with words and i love how you're getting into wwx's head#it can be hard to relate to him with how dense he can be but you make it all seem incredibly plausible and realistic!!#i love him like 'wonder what it would be like to share a hotel room. it's totally normal that i'm thinking about this'#and like. you show how he got there in his thought process and it makes total sense!#also: lwj as eye candy YES EXACTLY#nhs is the perfect choice for a tv interior designer expert. that is SO what he would be doing in a universe with tv about interior design#okay and MOST IMPORTANTLY we have come to the part in the gifset!! this is the best crack that ever caught feels omg ilysm#demonic blood pool WEI YIIIIIIIING#wen ning being all yeah goth guys and blood pools two great tastes that taste great together#i love everything about this and it was so worth the wait. very excited for the next installment!!!

11. #you are LITCHRALLY killing me with this sharp characterization!! how are you nailing all their voices!!!!#nhs just in it for the hashtag drama that's so spot on omg. breaking all the rules HE wrote just so he can torture jc#all 'are you seeing this??? ARE YOU??' poor nhs and jc having to watch these two lovesick fools make googly eyes at each other#for YEARS and not REALIZE it well it's your lucky day mr. fan man because soon the whole world will see this UST and validate you#okay but what i love the most is jc the masochist being so uncomfortable he has to keep turning off the video ahahahaha#wangxian out here romancing so hard that jc needs a barf bag. or therapy. or selective amnesia.#you ever get secondhand mortifying ordeal of being known? that's what's happening for jc here#it's mortifying watching other people experience the ordeal of being known. this is the hardest i have ever related to jc#it's like oh fuck. lwj loves wwx and it's so obvious. oh my god. i'm so embarrassed.#wwx is so gone for lwj and it's right there on his face for anyone to read. i'm in agony.#ALSO 'jiang cheng can feel his head get hot and he drops the phone on the table like it personally betrayed him' THANK U FOR THIS#everything about this is the best and my favorite#ahhh i'm so excited for the next chapters and so glad they're already up so i can read them right now!!!!

12. #lxc shooting lwj pointed looks every time the jiang sect comes up in conversation for the past 13 years!!!!! he would!!!!!!#i love the way you describe wwx through lwj's eyes. the love just shines through#also you are so insightful about his character but what else is new??? you're the character breakdown QUEEN#OH MY GOD AH YUAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111#i am writing these tags as i read or that would have been the first tag it's SO important#i mean my tag isn't important it's incoherent but AH YUAN IS IMPORTANT!!!!!#you really want me to die. you really want me to be all the way murdered.#this image of lwj just standing there with impeccable posture one arm behind his back the other holding a sword in the air randomly#with this squirmy lil bab clutching at his clothes and reaching up on his tiptoes#okay dang i didn't know there was gonna be action! intrigue!! an ambush!!!#this fic really has it all#bamf!wwx and rescuer!lwj#battle couple ftw#NOT TO MENTION DRUNK!LWJ!!! SELF SACRIFICING!LWJ!!!!!#how am i supposed to live knowing lwj Did That#ughghughghgughgh#'at least i made him happy.' at least you made him happy???!?!?!?#just let me live for a second!!!#just one second though then i'm gonna read the next chapter

13. #awwww jiang 'I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU I'VE JUST BEEN CUTTING ONIONS' cheng gets a tear in his eye#they are...a fambly.....#my man lxc coming thru for the people!! title of my upcoming inspirational children's book: Lan Xichen Takes a Stand#op you made me love jiang cheng. i'm in it now

14. #omg i forgot that you had written this and sent it to me weeks ago so when i read it just now i was like...obviously that's what happened???#i had already just fully incorporated it into my understanding of these characters in my head and forgotten how it got there#so this was the BEST surprise#i can't believe you. putting ah yuan and bunnies in the same chapter because you love drowning me in cute#soft domestic adoptive dad content???? ugh i literally need to lie down and go into a coma.#just a lil coma. to recharge my feels.#i don't know what you could possibly be putting in the 'extra' but i am. vibrating with excitement!!!!#this is one of my favorite fics ever and i'm forever happy that you came up with this amazing idea and executed it so well#I APPRECIATE AND ADORE YOU!!!#HEART EYES EMOJI#these are a few of my favorite things#the untamed#ah yuan and his two dads will be the death of me

15. #OH MY GOD NHS MASTERMINDED ALL OF IT#this is so perfect i'm in awe!!!!#of course he did!!!!#also 'he had been very invested in this romance he had even painted themed fans for this' ahahaha#these schemes! these machinations!! he got lxc out of the way! he put the idea in jc's head! ahhhhh!#mr. fan man

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Actual First Impressions: HakuMyu LIVE 2, Act 1!

Also contains some of Act 2 for reasons. Prepare for a LOT of rapid-fire half-asleep chocolate-high thoughts, consolidated into a single super-long text post to avoid spamming and/or oversqueeing.  Good luck disentangling my observations from my emotions long enough to make any sense of either…

Atsuku Ikiro => SAMURAI Future => Yaisa! Yaisa! Yaisa! – I love this song! It’s catchy as hell and everyone gets a verse and—WAIT IS THAT SAMURAI FUTURE?!?! They’re actually quoting music from the original run?!?! Oh hey it’s Yaisa except oh my god this instrumentation is fabulous. Pieces with traditional instruments and modern beats (or really any genre of music not typically set to a modern beat) is my not-so-secret weakness. That’s why electro swing is my favorite musical genre. AAAAHHHH THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY ARRANGED

Sidenote: The original cast can hold their own during solos, but get them all together and they’re nothing super-special. Conversely, the new cast sounds AMAZING all together, but with a few exceptions, solos seem to be their weak points. I’m still severely biased toward the original cast in most cases, but I won’t deny that I ADORE the group numbers with the new cast.

[interlude] – Huh, the audience is even more involved than usual… must be an unwritten rule of HakuMyu that Souji is a total attentionwhore. Is that Kazama and Shiranui in the background? Are they gonna reuse the “where are they” gag from the first LIVE? Oh wait. Oh wait… What the hell is happening? What are they giving Kazama, and why? Is that pocky, or something? No, that can’t be pocky; it’s too thick. But it is edible, judging from the fact that Shiranui is feeding it to him jfc please you two or else I’m going to start headcanon-ing that Shiranui hits on Kazama to make him uncomfortable whenever he steps out of line

Okita’s song (???) – …oh thank god another musical number to break up all the confusion and awkwardness. Except I don’t really recognize this? Either it’s new or it’s from Reimeiroku since that’s the only one to which I paid like, negative attention, since I hadn’t even seen the anime and had no connection to most of the actors and. yeah. nice shoutout to his part in “SAMURAI Future”, I guess, but made somewhat less awesome by the fact that they already performed the real thing. also oh Souji you just have to blow the audience a kiss at the end too, you know you’re the favorite. ugh. insufferable child.

[SKIPPING AHEAD TO] Hisuru Hana – …my mom’s watching this with me and she really doesn’t care about most of these guys, so I’m gonna see if I can’t find Kazama to make it worth her while till she goes to bed… oh hey that’s Kazama in a demon mask isn’t it. OH HEY THAT’S HISURU HANA ISN’T IT. OH HEY THEY’RE BRINGING IN MORE SONGS FROM THE ORIGINAL RUN. OH HEY HE SOUNDS A LITTLE ROUGHER THAN USUAL AND HIS MOVEMENTS AREN’T QUITE AS SMOOTH AS IN HIS OWN MUSICAL BUT GOD DAMN.

Harada’s song (Shinsengumi Kitan) – HOLY FUCKING SHIT HARADA AND CHIZURU ARE CUTE TOGETHER HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD HE’S LIKE 50 MILES TALLER THAN SHE IS AND HE’S CARRYING HER AND HE’S DANCING WITH HER OH MY GOD HIS SONG IS LONGER NOW AND THEY’RE SO FUCKING ADORABLE THANK GODS HARADA IS GETTING A MUSICAL YES PLEASE ALSO WAY TO SUBSTANTIATE MY BULLSHIT SUPPOSITIONS THAT THEY’RE A THING IN SHINSENGUMI KITAN

[Interlude] – lolol hey it’s the idiot trio what if they do “Asonde Bakka Jyanai Ze!”?! …nah Harada already had some time in the spotlight but… wait, do Nagakura and Heisuke have any songs, just the two of them…?

Jiyū ni Narero Basho – YES, YES THEY DO! ANOTHER FAMILIAR TUNE!! One of the ones I always forget I love, too. Heisuke—good job, kid. You may not be Ikeda Junya, but I’ll allow it. Nagakura, I am thoroughly unimpressed with your voice thus far. I need to do a comparison gifset between Toudou-hen and this choreography tbfh, so much of it is a direct parallel. oh hey Heisuke’s stomach is growling!! hahaha wouldn’t it be funny if they used that to transition into—

HUNGRY GUYS => mealtime number (Shinsengumi Kitan) – FUCK YESSSS THEY’RE DOING IT!!! I LOVE THIS NUMBER OMG YES oh too bad they didn’t put the fish gag in though. Wait, did they rip this out of “Twist and Shout” by the Beatles? Oh no that’s just the transition into the roughly equivalent number from Shinsengumi Kitan. Damn they sound good together.

[Interlude] – GOD DAMN IT YOU TWO YOU ARE LITERALLY GOING TO MAKE ME SHIP RYUNOSUKE/CHIZURU JUST BECAUSE OF THIS SCENE JFC YOU’RE BOTH SO GODDAMN ADORKABLE but my mom doesn’t really care too much about Chizuru or most ships so let’s just keep right on going

[SKIPPING AHEAD WAY TOO FAST TO]—

Me: *MAKES LOUD AND SUDDEN GROANING NOISE* Mother: [annoyed] What?! Me: SHIRTLESS SHIRANUIIII Mother: …Oh.

[GOING BACK TO] the obvious femservice scene (Shinsengumi Kitan) – [here are the few semi-coherent thoughts I can remember] – fuck off Okita with your stupid suggestive water bucket – I guess at least he gets to participate this time? – please hit him with that fan Yamazaki – HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT’S SHIRTLESS SHIRANUI – HOLY SHIT – HOLY SHIT – OH MY GOD – TAKE ME NOW – oh hey also Ryunosuke who also has a literal six-pack but has to appear weak for the sake of characterization – SHIRANUI WHY ARE YOU FEELING UP HARADA – PLEASE DON’T TEMPT ME TO SHIP YOU TWO EVEN MORE UNIRONICALLY – CAMERA PLEASE – CAMERA – ZOOM IN ON SHIRANUI – PLEASE – YOU KNOW HE’S A GOOD DANCER I WANT TO SEE HIM DO THE THING – I WONDER IF HE SPECIFICALLY ASKED TO BE INCLUDED THIS TIME AROUND? – HOLY FUCK HOW IS HE JUST KINDA STAYING UPSIDE-DOWN THERE

[Interlude] – HE’S JUST CASUALLY DOING CRUNCHES AS KAZAMA ARRIVES ON THE SCENE – OF COURSE – PLEASE KAZAMA TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES – YOUR SHIRT – WHATEVER – I DON’T CARE – oh hey a watermelon ball, I guess that’s the new equivalent of the badminton scene? – NO SHIRANUI DO NOT PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON – KAZAMA PLEASE – SHIRANUI PLEASE – god damn it. [ladies and gents, my mother, voicing my scrambled thoughts – “I was kinda hoping it’d go the other way, that Kazama might…”] oh shit Amagiri’s missing again, isn’t he? Damn it, as much as I love that gag, I liked Naoya-san. Too bad he wasn’t around. But they’re probably not going to do Oni no Matsuei again, so… what next…?

Oni no Chikara – FUCK YES IT’S ANOTHER OF MY FAVORITES YES YES YES!!! wait, but if Amagiri isn’t here, why do I hear his theme—? Oh, I guess they’re just skipping it. never mind… oh and here’s Serizawa but at this point I’m really just interested in Kazama because my mom has to go to bed so

[SKIPPING AHEAD TO] Kazama’s new medley – aaaaaaaa exactly what I was looking for. Suzuki!Kazama in western wear. oh my fuck HOW can one person be so perfect. how. just. how. is it me or did they make his clothes even more form-fitting and sexier—? oh gods this is the intro to his musical!! and his singing is even more on point!!! oh shit I love that. oh hey now it’s his fight with Nagakura from Shinsengumi Kitan and they cut out his gorgeous wavering endnote on that one but whatever still a good theme. and—wait, they ARE doing Oni no Matsuei! that’s a throwback if ever I’ve seen one, but I am 100% all for more Shiranui so whatever. and—wait, “Kyōtō ~ Kyoran no Shi”? With half of Heisuke’s lines cut out? At least they slowed it down somewhat so the poor man can actually sing. And oh shit he was fighting Kodo? oh that explains why the end of “Sendai-jou no Tatakai” is happening now. and… oh gods now we’re at the end of “Bushi Toshite Ikiru Tame ni” and Hashimoto-san I love you dearly but did anyone tell you what notes to sing? NO, MOTHER, MATSUDA RYO WAS A BETTER SAITO BY A LONG SHOT, DON’T YOU DARE INSINUATE THAT HE WAS EVEN REMOTELY OFF-KEY. and ah good they’re ending it on the same set of notes, literally, as his first medley. nice way to tie it all together. good night mother

[GOING BACK TO] Saito’s song (???) – ah yes now I can record my reactions actually live instead of having to remember all that because my mother has gone to bed and I don’t mind interrupting myself. anyway this number is cool, but again, I don’t recognize it at all. did they hide it somewhere in Reimeiroku? but I like the shoutout to the instrumentation on “Don’t Forget My Style”. ok I can hear his Reimeiroku leitmotif now, so is this like, a small medley? also ok I know how childish and coincidental this is but I love that the last two lines rhyme like yessss

Hijikata’s song (???) – this kinda sounds familiar, probably from Reimeiroku. still never got the hang of Gaku-san as Hijikata, though; the notes get away from him sometimes, more often than the others I’ve heard. ya know, not that I could ever hope to sing any better while I’m doing that much but I’ve seen better Hijikatas in my day *adjusts hipster glasses*

[RELUCTANTLY SKIPPING PAST “HISURU HANA” ET AL TO] Chizuru’s song (Shinsengumi Kitan) => Ryūnosuke no Kaiko – Okay, I actually really like Chizuru’s little leitmotif, and she really does have a wonderful voice. Second or third favorite Chizuru for sure, after Tanoue Marina and tied with Yamamoto Sayaka. ooooh someone’s in loooove though, what with that Hijikata action in the background~ and OH YES THIS IS INDEED THE SONG I THOUGHT IT WAS WHEN I WAS FAST-FORWARDINGGGG oh goodness I love Ryunosuke’s little aria so much. plus the added percussion is really nice, gives it a sense of moving forward while retaining its prettiness—OH THEY ADDED MORE TO IT! and it’s so well staged! and why isn’t this man more on my butai radar I need more Shiramata Atsushi in my life. oh hey Yamazaki whatcha doing here? oh just running away I guess. it’s cool. see ya later?

[VERY RELUCTANTLY SKIPPING PAST MUSCLE SCENE ET AL TO] Gōgan Fuson’na Shi – I kinda love Serizawa? even though I also really hate him? I just feel like Kubodera Akira has a really awesome time playing the role, I mean, getting the audience involved and everything. It’s kinda cute in a super-twisted way, considering he’s busy burning everything to the ground and disrespecting everyone under the sun. seems like I have this problem with a lot of characters given that Kazama is much the same. actual favorite character, possibly actual least favorite person.

[Interlude] – here comes Kodo and… uh… THEY’RE SAYING ONE ANOTHER’S NAMES LIKE LOVERS? CRACKSHIP CONFIRMED? is there a word for pantomime that isn’t necessarily silent because I see a lot of that in butai and it’s really amazing (edit: I have since realized that pantomime is exactly the word I am looking for) and they’re physically echoing one another’s movements like a villainous courtship dance and OH MY GOD THAT HIGH FIVE AND EVIL LAUGHTER WAS REALLY CUTE A+ BROMANCE I SUPPORT THIS 100% also Kodo’s bald cap is treating him decently now

Hen Wakamizu no Chikara => Horobi no Sakebi – you cannot hope to beat Edogawa Manji in a weird-off. He is simply the best there is. What is even going on right now. He’s involving the audience in his villainous schemes and you know that pantomime thing, he’s the best at gesticulating, he really is, he’s so underrated and I have such a high respect for him and… oh, Chizuru hasn’t gotten over her emote-face, I see, and—WAIT WHAT THE FUCK. KODO-SAN WHAT ARE YOU WEARING AND HOW CAN YOU LOOK SO SERIOUS. HOW ARE THEY PLAYING THIS TOTALLY STRAIGHT WHEN HE LOOKS SO RIDICULOUS. ok maybe “respect” was the wrong word. In fact, I think I’ll just have Suzuki Shogo summarize the rest of this scene for me (since this is only the second most ridiculous Edogawa-san has looked while in-character):

Shinsengu Tanjō => Bushi no Michi ~ Ima, Kakugo no Toki [3] => Shinsengu no Michi [1] => opening track (Shinsengumi Kitan)? – ah good they’re including this. perfect!! one of their better chorus numbers, and that’s saying something—but wait—no—they’re cutting out too much of it! and now Kondou is singing Serizawa’s part?? what is this. oh but there’s Serizawa singing his beautiful little piece that I love way too much given his character. (lord help me I think I might actually understand why Ryunosuke lets him kick him around so much; the man is fascinating.) ok but all masochism aside, time to switch to sadism, since it looks like they’re gonna be killing him soon enough. and it’s well-staged, too; I love it when they do the slow-mo thing. also, yes, Ryunosuke, you can in fact sing him sweetly to sleep, ignore the fact that he’s literally trying to kill you and everyone around you. also I guess Serizawa had a semi-literal ‘Kick the Dog’ moment there huehue. and oh wow that silence was powerful. I seem to remember that being a thing in Reimeiroku too…?

[Interlude] – oh hey it’s Yamazaki. oh hey Ryunosuke that little scuttle backward you did there was adorable. oh hey you two are in really close range. oh fuck am I starting to ship this in the same way I ship Harada and Shiranui…? oh fuck. NO RYUNOSUKE BBY DON’T CRY but also thank you for distracting me from my newfound ship doubt.

Shinsengu no Michi [2] => Yaisa! Yaisa! Yaisa! (original?) – YES MORE YAMAZAKI ACTION BUT NO MORE YAMAZAKI DEATH WHY IS THIS HAPPENING but hey he’s okay now because of the Power of Chorus™ bringing Yaisa! back into the equation. I wonder whether it takes extra effort to sing different words to the same tune? because there’s a lot of that throughout the musicals, come to think of it.

INTERMISSION – HOLY SHIT IT’S YAZAKI MOTHERFUCKING HIROSHI AS A GUEST STAR BUT I REALLY NEED TO GO TO BED SO I’M GONNA HAVE TO SPLIT POSTS HERE AND HOPE YOU STICK AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO HEAR ABOUT ACT 2. GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY. it’s just as well, I can feel my thoughts getting less and less coherent eheh

Sidenote: …this “literal first impressions” thing was kinda what I was initially trying to do with the much longer HakuMyu Shinsengumi Kitan review, but this is easier for me since it’s just getting all my thoughts down and out instead of trying to do anything even remotely constructive or clever with them. Hope you enjoyed anyway!

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The perfect Illusion | Pt. 6

• Pairing: Geisha!Jimin x Namjoon | Side-Pairing: Geisha!Jungkook x Yoongi • Genre: Fluff / Angst  | Geisha!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 7,7k | ↳ AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of abusive behavior

*** please note that this story doesn’t mean to represent accurate geisha tradition, it was solely inspired by the beautiful art form, giving it a modern twist in a fictional universe and therefore has been dramatized for entertainment purposes.

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳  He was the perfect illusion. The getaway for anyone who didn’t want to face reality. And yet, there was something in his eyes, something vulnerable and hopeful as if he was dying for someone to see through him, to care for him enough to look behind the mask and draw out the real Jimin. And Namjoon couldn’t wait to do exactly that.

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Jungkook’s heart was beating so hard in his chest that his ears filled with the loud thumping sound of it. When Jimin had hugged him, Jungkook searched his eyes for a second. There was something behind them that told him that he was nervous, anxious and scared. As if there was something he wanted to tell him, but he simply couldn’t.

The moment Jimin and Namjoon ran off together, Jungkook turned to do what had been asked of him. He grabbed the torn robe, quickly gathering the geisha’s entire make up into a box to close it and threw Jimin’s jacket over it. One last glance, Jungkook peeked over the side of the stage, barely seeing Namjoon being pulled out of the door and outside. He had a bad feeling about this.

Hoseok was already agitated, if he would find out… Jungkook gulped, trying not to think about any consequences as he ran towards the exit. But Namjoon would keep Jimin safe right? Jungkook hastily opened the curtain, glancing over his shoulder to see if Hoseok was somewhere close and then ran into the opposite direction.  

“Kook?” Yoongi called out for him the moment he saw him, relieved that he had run into the young Maiko instead of anyone else. Namjoon had run off and left it to him to make sure that his business partner and friend wouldn’t make a mess of everything. “Hey have you seen Namjoon? Or Jimin? I couldn’t keep him from running backstage to make sure he’s okay. I tried to make up an excuse for him and when I went after him he was already gone. Please tell me he isn’t causing trouble because of his blindly executed good heartedness?” He had been ready to play dumb customer in case he ran into anyone else but with Jungkook he could speak bluntly.

Jungkook shook his head, still feeling a bit too light-headed from the rollercoaster of emotions. “N-no, he’s with Jimin…,” The young maiko was looking around nervously, biting his lip, before he just reacted on instinct. He grabbed Yoongi’s arm, pulling him with him as he quickly lead the way to a door and pushed it open. It was only one of the many hallways that lead back to their residence, but Jungkook was sure no one would take this way right now as it lead through the geisha’s kitchen and the storage room and right now everyone was busy with doing their services – so all of the tea and snacks were coming from the main hall’s kitchen. Only when they were far enough from the door, so in case someone came they could hide again, Jungkook spoke up again. “I think they went out into the garden…Jimin was prohibited from doing service tonight.” Averting his gaze, Jungkook looked down at the ripped robe that was hanging loosely over his arm.  

“So, they are sensible for once and aren’t at risk of being caught?” Yoongi was still skeptical. “Wouldn’t it be better to try and fix the robe? I’m sure you have sewers that can work wonders. You must have rips and tears all the time with the amount of dancing you do.”

Jungkook put the robe over one of the kitchenettes and shook his head. “Even if you fix it…you still have to pay for it…for the damage you did, for the repair work. It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged his shoulders, worrying his bottom lip as he thought of how small Jimin seemed when they were shouting at him, scolding him and telling him how useless he was. “We always have to pay for our stuff. All of our living expenses will be put on our debt.” Jungkook could only barely keep himself from rubbing over his face tiredly – but he wore his makeup that he had tried to fix quickly from crying because of seeing Jimin so defeated.  

“Hm, I see.” Yoongi shook his head. “You really have a fucked up life. You’re being punished for everything that could make you seen human. It’s a wonder he doesn’t charge you for breathing the air.” Yoongi looked at the robe and frowned. “I wish I could just fix this, take Jimin’s dance dress and just let someone else repair it - but I know that wouldn’t be allowed. Everything is to be handled internally so that no one can diminish the mystery surrounding the “hummingbirds”. It’s bullshit if you ask me. It almost feels as if Hoseok is doing this for the control and not to balance his accounts.”

The younger’s doe eyes were big, a bit too glassy from crying too much as he listened to Yoongi. He slowly soothed over the ripped fabric. “Maybe,” He hummed quietly, “But weren’t you intrigued by it, too? People don’t care about what goes on behind it all. They only care about the feeling…and Hoseok knows what the people want. We never had a choice in this life anyways…so, why would it matter now?” His sudden wide eyes spoke of the realization that he had talked too much again and Jungkook quickly bowed his head in apology. “I…I am sorry. I need to bring this…this back…I need to hurry. I have service…and…”

Yoongi held him back by the shoulder, maybe a bit too suddenly because Jungkook folded in on himself as if he expected Yoongi to push him backwards or attack him otherwise. “Jungkook… Kookie... are you really still scared of me? Don’t you know that I would never hurt you? Yes, I am intrigued by geishas, by their silent promises, everything they stand for even if it’s fake. But that doesn’t mean I want those boys to suffer because of it. I can’t close my eyes now that I’ve seen how much pressure Jimin is under - or how much you have to lose. I don’t want to watch you dance if behind the stage you have to pay for it.”

Staring into Yoongi’s eyes, Jungkook could see the honesty, the way he was trying to understand their situation and the anger he felt because of their mistreatment. No matter what Yoongi had done to his heart, he had done it well. Jungkook was head over heels in love. His heart a complete mess, jumping against his chest as if he tried to pull Jungkook closer to the other, as if it only could calm down the moment it would be embraced by his warmth. Jungkook wasn’t sure what came over him, but he let go off the robe and everything else, pushing it onto one of the shelves just to press his lips onto Yoongi. But it had been what his heart wanted. “I don’t want to dance if you’re not watching me.” He whispered against his lips, not wanting to part for a second.  

Jungkook kissing him was the last thing that he had expected. Luckily his body moved on its own, kissing the younger right back while his mind tried to catch up with what was happening. As it had been Kook who initiated it he dared to touch him for real this time, embracing him tightly and holding him so that he could feel him close to his own body. It was addictingly amazing.

Jungkook pulled off just a little, cupping Yoongi’s cheeks with the palm of his hands to look at him. “Will you wait for me? Jimin says it’s not much anymore…if..if my mi-,” He broke off, soothing over Yoongi’s jawline with the tip of his finger, feeling the other’s heartbeat against his own chest. “Do you want me, Yoongi?” Jungkook asked in a careful whisper, “If I’m a geisha…”

“I already want you now if that’s what you’re asking. Though I know you can’t do that. We can wait. With everything, after... you’ve become an adult.” Thinking of the mizuage messed up his head and his stomach alike and he had no idea how to talk about this or approach - or if it would be better for the both of them to just avoid the topic until it was over and done with.

Jungkook giggled softly, before he pulled Yoongi in a tight hug. His heart was doing somersaults at the thought of Yoongi wanting him, too and if he would be able to pay off a lot of his debt, maybe work a few more months depending on how much money he would make, then he could be with him… or Yoongi would just simply ask to marry him. Either way, he just wanted to be with Yoongi in the end, because he felt like someone he could call home. “Stay with me for a little while, will you?”

“You think that’s smart considering how furious Hoseok looked like before? I’d rather not be the one to get you in trouble when my intention had been keeping Namjoon from doing just that. I think you should better go back. We’ll see each other soon, as always. I wouldn’t want to miss watching you become a geisha.”  

Jungkook nodded softly, but still kept holding onto Yoongi a little while longer, before he let go, stealing one last kiss. He knew Yoongi was right, but his heart told him otherwise.

And it was aching more with each step he took away from him.

…

Yoongi was leaning against the lamppost outside of the establishment after Jungkook and him had parted into two different directions. He still hadn’t found Namjoon, so he thought it would be best to just wait outside. Humming a happy tune to himself, Yoongi stared up at the stars. A soft smile played on his lips as he traced them with his fingertips, the tingly feeling from where Jungkook had kissed him still too evident to simply forget about it – not that he wanted to anyways. He sighed deeply, shaking himself out of his dream when a sudden rustle a few feet away from him made him stop. Yoongi furrowed his brows deeply, trying to narrow his eyes to see in the dark. He startled when a figure appeared out of one of the bushes and Yoongi blinked a couple of times to make sure he was imagining things already.

“Namjoon?” Yoongi scratched the back of his neck, walking up to him as the other tried to dust off the dirt. “Did you…get lost?” Sighing deeply, Yoongi held onto Namjoon’s arm, not even letting him answer, before already confessing, “We kissed again.”

“Maybe.” Namjoon dusted off his clothes and then cleared his throat, embarrassed that Yoongi had seen him walk through the bushes. Jimin had told him how to get back to the main area but either he hadn’t listened properly, or he had missed a turning because suddenly he had been faced with a pretty impermeable hedgerow and he kind of had to worm his way through - just to run right into Yoongi as if the other had waited for him. “Wait.” He froze, “What do you mean you kissed again. Who? Jungkook? Maiko Jungkook? Innocent little not-yet-considered-an-adult Jungkook? Geez, Yoongi!”

Shrugging his shoulders, he waved Namjoon off, “Yeah, and what about it? I like him. I like him a lot and he kissed me this time. He wanted to kiss me.” Looking his friend up and down, he noticed immediately the way Namjoon was tightening his hands into a fists repeatedly, the anger was visible in the way he was looking at the golden sign of the establishment. Yoongi quickly changed his demeanor at the realization. He ran after Namjoon, who was waving for a taxi at the side of the street.

“What is it? Is Jimin alright...Jungkook told me he wasn’t allowed back because of his fall?” He stopped Namjoon, before the other could get into a taxi first, looking at his best friend thoroughly, “What happened, Joon?”

…

When Jimin came in, it was late already. The moon was dipping the room into a silver light, as he was moving slowly and quietly not to wake the younger. Every muscle in his body was hurting, his heart aching painfully. Standing frozen at the door, Jimin looked over to the shadowy figure that was Jungkook sleeping peacefully. He had to keep going, for him, even if every fiber of his body was screaming at him to rest. Jimin leaned his head back against the door, fighting the urge to just fall onto his knees and cry. Instead, he quietly shuffled over to Jungkook’s side, lifting the blanket to crawl under it. Jungkook was sleeping on his back, snoring quietly and giving Jimin the perfect chance to just lean his head onto his chest – just like he had done with Namjoon only hours ago. He couldn’t be alone tonight.

…

The morning air felt heavy. Jimin’s eyes were still puffy and he hadn’t slept very well. The bruise on his thigh has gotten worse, but it was only a few scratches, nothing too dangerous, so he had taken Jungkook right back to training with him. Jimin ignored the pain in his thigh, stretching with the younger in the dance room, none of them really talking about what had happened last night.  

“I’m proud of you, Jungkook,” Jimin walked around the younger, smiling reassuringly at him, “I always have been and always will be, remember that okay?” He stepped back and put on the music, giving Jungkook the space he needed for his dance as he gracefully moved around the room. The moment he was taking in his ending pose, a slow clap from the door made both of them jerk around. Jimin had been way too mesmerized by his dance and Jungkook too far gone in his concentration.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok nodded affirmative, “I see you’ve been working hard. Tell me again…,” He took a step closer to the younger, ignoring Jimin’s presence completely, who was looking warily from him to Jungkook and back again. “You know every step of Jimin’s dances right?”

Jungkook swallowed harshly. He had no idea what this was about, if Hoseok would test him or if he just wanted to check if he was confident enough to represent the tea house. “Y...yes, I do?” His eyes flickered over to Jimin nervously, leaning towards him a little in an instinctive search for comfort.

“You will be doing all of Jimin’s dances. I can’t afford to have someone missing in the show…just until Jimin will come back to his senses,” Hoseok patted Jungkook’s cheek a little awkwardly, “And you’ll be a geisha in a couple of days…so it’s your right to take over then. I hope everything is all settled.” Pushing his hands into his waist, he smiled proudly, “Another boy growing to be a geisha.” The smile didn’t waver as he turned on his heel, looking right through Jimin as he left them without saying any proper goodbye.  

“N...no, I can’t.. Jimin is way better than…,” Hoseok didn’t even pretend to listen to him he just walked away from him leaving the two of them with no choice but to accept his cruel demand. “Jimin!” Jungkook turned towards the older. “I can’t do this! I don’t want to do this, those are your dances, your opportunities to get attention of possible customers. I won’t take that away from you. Can’t you talk to Hoseok? Tell him you will be more careful, that you won’t fall on stage again. You never fell before. I’m sure he’ll listen to you; he always talks to you and gives you his fullest attention.”

“I already talked to him and he said my punishment will be decided tomorrow…which is now.” Jimin patted Jungkook’s shoulder softly, “It’s okay. You’ll be doing great and you can make so much more money then. If you’re a geisha then, people will want to see you, tip you…its good. You’re so close, Jungkook. Don’t mess it up now, please. Do it for me, okay?” Cupping the Youngers cheek, the geisha looked at him in earnest, “Promise me?”

“No!” He turned his head away from Jimin’s touch. “How can you think I’d throw you under the bus like that? You wouldn’t do that to me so why would I rob you of the only way to earn your money? This is why we are here! And I know you want to get out of here too you can’t hide that. Not from me.”

Jimin’s expression softened, tears burning in his eyes just because everything just had been too much lately, and he couldn’t bear to see Jungkook mad. “We can’t do anything about Hoseok’s decision now, you know that. And yes,” He toned down his voice, “I want to get out of here, too and I will. Right after you…N-Namjoon, he will help me.” Rubbing the side of his temple, Jimin felt the headache settling in. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he snapped them open again to look at the maiko softly, “You aren’t robbing me, nor are you throwing me under the bus. If I know that your chances of getting out of here are heightened it is everything I want. Please do that for me, okay? I will follow, I promise.”

Jungkook’s stance wavered a little at that. “Namjoon will help? And you are sure that it will be okay? I… I don’t want to make Hoseok angry by disobeying him like that but... you promise you will talk to him again? Maybe he changes his mind. You can get your dances back at every time. They are yours and no one dances them as beautifully as you.”

“Yes, of course if that is what you want,” He said before adding, “And I am more than sure. Namjoon promised me, that they will take you somewhere safe when you’re out of here. You will be taken care of until I’ll be there, or you know what you want to do, or where you want to be.” Jimin nodded softly; barely able to look into Jungkook’s eyes with his own tearing up, so he quickly hugged the younger tightly only pulling back lightly when he got a hold of himself. “I trust him,” The geisha whispered, “More than that actually. I love him…”

Jungkook made a surprised sound. “Oh Minnie! That’s... that’s awesome! I knew he had a thing for you the moment you entered the room on our first private show with them. But I never thought that you would fall in love with him too! Sometimes life is fair after all, right? You deserve to be happy. And you will make Namjoon so very, very happy. I’m hoping he’ll do the same for you.”

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Let’s start from the top, shall we? We have a  lot to practice…and I need to tell you a little bit…maybe I kissed Namjoon,” Jimin cheered, trying to keep up a happier voice as he turned back to the music and pushed ‘play’, hastily wiping over his eyes to get rid of the tears and not making Jungkook bombard him with questions right away. Watching Jungkook dance and train (with a lot of memories of Namjoon’s smile and the way his lips felt against his own) was the only way to keep his mind from slipping.

At least right now.

Just for a little while. 

It didn’t take long for Jimin to feel useless like he hadn’t in quite a while. When everybody was gone and working, doing services, he was always left alone.

So, the days passed and when normally every day of his was filled with duties of being a geisha, Jimin had absolutely nothing now. He didn’t even wear make-up today, carrying the laundry outside to hang it in the sun to dry while the others were working. He was doing the work of a maiko. Not one of a geisha that had been here for way too long. And it wasn’t even his laundry!

Biting his tongue, Jimin kept himself from crying. He had cried too much the past days. The only thing that kept him not drifting into a dark mindset was the thought of Namjoon and Jungkook. Though both weren’t with him right now and although he could see Jungkook anytime he wanted to, Namjoon was out of reach for him.

It was driving him crazy.

…

Bowing deeply, the geisha blinked up at the handsome man in front of him. “Mr. Kim, I am sorry to inform you that Jimin won’t be able to make it tonight so I’d be honored if I can accompany you.” The geisha immediately linked his arms with him, not really waiting for an answer and motioned towards the small bridge that led into the garden, pulling a stunned Namjoon with him. “We need to enjoy a beautiful day like this,” The geisha held out his hand right over the sun, letting it rays shine right through them as he moved his fingers softly, the shadow dancing on his face. “Don’t you think?”

“Why...” He swallowed down his question and followed Taehyung as he didn’t really have another choice. “Would you mind telling me why exactly my private session with Jimin was cancelled? Please don’t take this the wrong way you are charming as well of course but I’m not really fond of surprises.”

The Geisha bowed his head in a respectful manner. “Oh, I didn’t…want to make you feel uncomfortable. I apologize,” Taehyung spoke in perfect mannerism as he led Namjoon further into the garden. “I’m not supposed to tell you but…I can trust you, right? You’re a gentleman.” He poked Namjoon’s chest, giggling, “Jimin only accompanies gentlemen. He always got an eye out on the rich, beautiful men.” Shaking his head, as if he had drifted off, Taehyung smiled at Namjoon, sounding too cheerful for talking about Jimin like this, “As a geisha you’re supposed to follow rules…if you don’t, you get reprimanded, Mr. Kim. Don’t you remind your employees of their loyalty, too if you feel like they are…well, not keeping in line?”

Namjoon didn’t like the direction in which this was heading. But it wasn’t like he could just tell that to Taehyung's face and then expect that it wouldn’t make things more difficult for him and Jimin. “So…Jimin is grounded in some way? Could you tell me when he’s allowed to take on customers again? Just so that I know when to schedule my next appointment.”

“I’m not sure, sir.” Taehyung answered honestly, “They are preparing a mizuage right now. I don’t know if you have heard. Are you going to bet, Mr. Kim? Maybe after that’s done he’s going to be allowed back. It’s always a lot of stress for Mr. Jung each time.” Namjoon’s smile was forced and tight lipped. “Yes, I’ve heard. And no, I’m not going to bid on him. I come here for relaxation and light company, not for sex.”

Namjoon froze on the spot when he saw a movement in one of the buildings. The window was open, and someone was folding clothes. It was Jimin. The way Taehyung's face twisted into a secret little smile he realized that this hadn’t happened on accident. Taehyung wanted him to see. Maybe he wanted him to feel bad - or he thought that Namjoon wouldn’t like Jimin after he had seen him in casual clothes. Because instead of his geisha outfits he wore a loose worn out shirt and pants that had been sown at the knees. He didn’t wear any makeup either and Namjoon’s jaw hung open. Until now the younger had always worn some kind of makeup - because as a geisha he needed to wear it for a customer. Even when they had met backstage or in between Jimin had always been already prepared. Though there was absolutely nothing on his face. No paint, no color around his eyes or tint on his lips. He just looked entirely himself - and so very, very soft.

Namjoon had ended the appointment earlier than usual, tipping Taehyung extra to not make it seem like he hadn’t been a good company. He had been, just a little too perfect. Too made up, his geisha mask perfectly in place.

But Namjoon didn’t want that, he wanted Jimin and knowing the other had been punished for his fall (he had no clue that Hoseok had seen Jimin sneaking back in) was making him awfully sick. When he passed the reception, Namjoon forced himself to smile at the young lady there who was always greeting everyone so nicely on their way in our out. “I hope you have a good evening. Oh…Sir, I got something for you,” She waved her hand, making Namjoon stop immediately.

What if Jimin gave him a message? Maybe he had seen him too? The hope was blooming in his chest like a flower - just for a second, before it all wilted again.  

“We’re holding a ‘coming of age’ this Saturday and you are invited,” The receptionist smile didn’t waver a bit as she handed the card over to him and Namjoon hesitantly took it from her. It all didn’t seem right, and it made Namjoon awfully aware that he couldn’t keep this from happening, no matter how hard he tried. He didn’t say anything when he turned on his heel again; rushing outside into the cold air of the night, hoping it would clear his head. He had nothing, but word against word to get Jimin out of here.

And even more nothing, to keep Jungkook from having to give himself over to a stranger.  

...

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Namjoon leaned back against the couch in Yoongi’s apartment, groaning in a desperate manner. He startled just a little when the other’s hand placed onto his shoulder in a reassuring gesture. “You know what to do.” Yoongi sat down beside him, holding out a cup of decaf coffee for Namjoon (hey, not even he drank coffee in the middle of the night) who took it with a faint smile.

“But I don’t want to play his game. It isn’t fair,” The anger was boiling hot inside of him and still he knew that Yoongi was right. He hadn’t had much options anymore. And the more he stayed away from Jimin, the more he couldn't take it. “And what about Jungkook? I promised him that we take care of him. Jimin said, his debt is almost paid of...with this stupid…,” Namjoon threw the invitation card onto the table and Yoongi’s eyes followed it for a second as it slid across the glass surface, “...this stupid ‘coming of age’...”  

Yoongi’s face changed, just subtly but he didn’t comment on what was literally right in front of him. Namjoon wondered, honestly what Yoongi was feeling when thinking about the mizuage. He himself couldn’t even think about Jimin’s mizuage without nausea and anger poisoning his inside, making him want to throw things and destroy something - preferably Hoseok.

He couldn’t imagine how Yoongi must feel thinking about what was about to come. As it was right now it seemed Yoongi would just repress it and try to forget everything it meant. Of course he could always bid on him but a) it was an awful, awful lot of money that Hoseok would get which was not what either of them wanted and it would also support the horrible tradition itself and b) how would it affect their relationship if Yoongi crushed their blooming romance by forcing Jungkook to lose his virginity to him in a way that had nothing to do with love and everything with disregarding the younger’s personal wishes? 

He sighed deeply, wiping a hand over his face and hoping that it would wipe away the sadness as well and all the horrible thoughts and emotions with it. 

“Let’s just hope the mizuage will be over soon and Kookie...” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. What was he supposed to say anyway? ‘Let’s hope that sweet little Kook won’t get a trauma from being taken by the highest bidder just so he can pay off his debt to an abusive asshole who made money with buying children that he then turned into fragile beings, ready to be broken for his own pleasure? He hated this, he hated it so much!

It had been the longest days until Jungkook’s mizuage.

The days at the office had been quiet. The tension was palpable in the room and Namjoon swore if he reached out into the air he could feel it, that’s how thick it was. The more days passed, the more agitated seemed the designer, while he tried to concentrate on his project. But Namjoon could see the tension in his shoulders, the deep crease in his brows that Yoongi only had when he was overthinking something, tapping the pencil nervously against the drawing board. Namjoon had asked Yoongi earlier if they wanted to get a drink together tonight, trying to cheer the other up in hope he could forget about what the young maiko was doing tonight. But Yoongi had only growled at him and he backed off. It was never a wise decision to anger an angry Yoongi further. So, Namjoon decided to just let him be, getting him some lunch later (because Yoongi easily forgot to eat a lot of times when he was stressed out) and kept himself from talking about Jungkook, or the establishment.  

Namjoon was rubbing the side of his temples in an oncoming headache, staring at his screen for the longest time without even really realizing what he was reading for the nth time today. He had to start over a couple of times until the email was finally sent and he could lean back. Letting his gaze wander over their lengthy office, Namjoon startled when he saw Yoongi’s workplace empty.

Quickly, he took a look around but Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.

“Soyou?” Namjoon pushed down the dial that connected him with their secretary, “Did you see Yoongi go out?” A sough came through the speaker, before a soft voice answered, “He already clocked out, Mr. Kim.” Namjoon hummed in response as he glanced over to the clock. His heart began to beat fast when he saw how late it was. Maybe this was stupid, even more so from all the things he had done before - but if he would hurry now, Namjoon could still make it to the ‘coming of age’ show, that was about to start in thirty minutes. There was a need burning inside of him that felt like he wanted to support Jimin in this, whose heart must be breaking in a millions of pieces tonight seeing Jungkook being scared and anxious. He didn’t even care if he had to sneak in again or see Jimin only through the garden gate to talk to him, to tell him that everything would be okay and that he would find a way.  

…

The morning of Jungkook’s mizuage, Jimin slipped under the covers of his blanket, waking the younger with a kiss on his cheek and a loving smile. He held the younger, letting him stay in his embrace just for a little while until neither of them could stretch the time further. Helping Jungkook up, he intertwined their hands tightly, determined on not letting him go until he had to go on stage. Jimin was washing Jungkook’s face, wiping over his cheeks softly as the younger was trying to hold back the tears. The geisha didn’t say anything, just took care of him silently and with the uttermost care to not startle him. “Take a shower, okay? Then we’ll put some lotion on. You can use mine…the one which smells like roses, the one you like so much.” Jimin soothed over the younger’s cheek, “I won’t leave you, remember. I’ll stay right here.”

Jungkook just nodded as he didn’t trust his voice right now. He knew that he wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last to go through with this and yet he was scared, so very scared of what was about to come. He didn’t want this. But it wasn’t as if he had a choice and so he tried to be brave and do everything with a smile. He needed to be pretty and sweet and graceful or no one would want him. He only had one chance before being sent back into a room where he had to wait for the highest bidder to come to him, not even knowing who it would be until the door opened. His stomach was already tying itself into knots at that thought alone and he was glad he hadn’t had breakfast yet or it might have come back up. He gripped Jimin’s arm tightly, keeping him from walking away from him even for one step. “T...tell me again how it’s going to be fine, Jimin, p...please!”

The fear was so evident in Jungkook’s eyes that Jimin felt his heart breaking right in that very moment. Cupping his soft cheeks, the geisha stepped closer, “It’s going to be fine, Jungkook. I promise, baby, I promise.” Hugging the younger close, Jimin held on tightly to him, scared that otherwise Jungkook might fall apart right in front of him. “I will be right there again, okay?” He placed a kiss on Jungkook’s cheeks, “And then I won’t ever let go of you. Not once. It’s going to be over soon.” Jimin hated that he needed to talk to Jungkook like this, to make him feel confident enough to go through with everything. He wished he could have prevented this, that no harm was ever going to come close to the younger – but even Jimin couldn’t protect him forever.

He hadn’t spoken it aloud that he didn’t want this, and he hadn’t planned on doing it either but right now with his head against Jimin’s shoulder and the others arms around him it just broke its way out of him. “Minnie, I don’t think I can do this, I don’t want this, please, and I don’t want anyone to have me I… I don’t even know what I’m doing and… and... It’s too much, way too much I like kissing Yoongi but everything else is just... I don’t want this, Minnie please, I can’t... I just can’t...” His voice died out as it was choked by tears and he finally started crying even if he had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t right this very morning.

Jimin was barely able to catch Jungkook with the way he fell into his hold even more now. “I…I know I’m so sorry, please, I tried…Jungkookie, I tried so much. I wish I could do this instead of you,” Jimin wrapped his arms around the younger, soothingly caressing over his back while he fought his own tears that threatened to spill over. “Sh,shh-h, it’s going to be alright,” He whispered, placing a few more kisses on his cheeks, “I will catch you; I promise I will.” Leaning back a little more, he lifted Jungkook’s face so the younger looked at him. “You will be out of here soon, and then no one can hurt you anymore. Do you hear me? I won’t let anyone hurt you and I don’t care if it’s not allowed but I will be close by and if you need me. Scream my name, okay?” Jimin sniffled quietly, repeating his order once more so Jungkook understood. “I don’t care anymore. Hoseok can punish me as much as he wants but he doesn’t get to hurt you.”

“H...hoseok? But I’m not talking about Hoseok. Minnie, I’m not scared of him I... I mean I am whenever he gets angry, but you always seem to calm him and I’m so, so thankful for the way you protect me. I don’t always tell you but I... I know. That you talk to him for me. That when he’s angry at me and you go with him he forgets my punishment. One day you have to teach me how to talk to people like that, okay?” He tried to smile before it faded back into worry. “I’m... I’m scared of ... of everything that has to happen tonight. I don’t want to step on the stage knowing everyone’s eyes are on me for an entirely different reason than usual. I don’t want to wait in silence, alone until they’re done bidding on me as if... as if I don’t have worth on my own and I’m only worth my innocence - or the money I can make for Hoseok. And I don’t… I don’t want to...” His throat closed up again and he got himself out of Jimin’s hold. His smile wavered a little, but he put it back into place, the same way Jimin had learned to do at a very, very early age: Pushing back everything you felt and just concentrating on surviving. No matter the cost.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to … to whine. You already do so much for me. And I know this can’t be helped. I just have to go through with it. You must think I’m such a spoilt, egoistic child trying to get out of this when you all had to do this before me. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… bother you. Forgive me please.”

Jimin’s eyes had widened for a moment, until he quickly replaced his expression with a warm smile. “That’s what I meant,” He nodded, caressing over Jungkook’s cheeks, “You are worth so much, Jungkook. So, so much…I wish I could have worked harder for us. To get us out of here sooner, but I couldn’t and I’m sorry.” Jimin couldn’t bear to see Jungkook smiling like this, knowing he was the reason why he had learned to push back his pain and ignore his own feelings over this. “Remember, you’re always worth so much to me. You’re not whiny, Jungkook,” He reached out for Jungkook’s hand to squeeze it lightly, “You’re scared and that’s okay. I was scared, too. A lot,. actually. What did I tell you, hm? It’s okay to feel these kind of things, to be scared.”

He absolutely despised to see Jungkook like this, so stiff and with a wavering smile on his lips. Sighing deeply, Jimin had to admit his defeat though, because no matter what he would say, no matter how many times he would tell Jungkook it was okay to be scared it would change absolutely nothing about the situation. But at least he could promise Jungkook something, that he hadn’t when it had been his mizuage. Jimin soothed over the younger’s hair once, gazing deep into his eyes, “You won’t be alone in this.”

“Yeah. I won’t.” He couldn’t suppress the shudder that run through him when he imagined some shady, faceless figure that would come into the room he was waiting in to do to him whatever they had paid for but quickly pushed that thought down. It would happen no matter what. So, he better got used to it. He’s had years that had been nice because of Jimin, being shielded and cared for. It was time he grew up and acted as an adult. He needed to take responsibility, lift the weight off of Jimin’s shoulders after he had carrying it for so long because of him. He would manage.

They both would.

While Jungkook had been taking a shower, Jimin prepared everything else in their room. His gaze was wandering over his desk, counting every piece of make-up he had before turning around to check on Jungkook’s robe again that Jin had made for this special occasion. He did this a couple of times, checking every little detail and making the younger even more nervous with it when he stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. They had all day to themselves and Jimin had planned it perfectly, with enough time, so neither would get stressed or if Jungkook would freak out there was still a lot of space for him to calm him again.  

Jungkook stood there awkwardly, naked except for the thin bathrobe that he was using to cover himself up, looking at Jimin who was going over the details once again. “Do you think I could skip some of the preparation and just go over the choreo again? I’ll come back in time for you to do my makeup and hair and dress me like you’re supposed to but... I’d really like to feel as if I’m having some time to myself on this day. Just... a little while. Alone. You think that would be okay?” He smiled as if he was perfectly fine now. He’s had the whole shower time to practice.

The geisha looked up at the younger, a little confused and his heart was beating fast against his chest. “I guess,” Jimin got up from the bed he sat on and walked over to Jungkook, squeezing his arm lightly, “Please don’t sweat too much then and…if you need me. I-I have to do some laundry duty anyways, so I’ll be back in an hour if you’re looking for me.” Before the geisha turned around though, he looked at Jungkook thoroughly one last time, opening his mouth to say something just to close it again.

There was no way to make it easier for them.  

Jungkook nodded, breathing out a sigh of relief as soon as Jimin had turned his back on him. He wasn’t used to pretending and it was really energy consuming. So he wanted to go to the training room, all alone and just dance his heart out one last time.

For himself.

No one else.

And if needed to cry again then he would without having to tell someone or justify himself or assuring the others that he was fine and would behave as expected of him. He just wanted to be himself for a tiny little moment before someone would take that away from him and just treat him like a human toy, something to buy and use and leave in whatever state he would be in. He just hoped he would have a few minutes to himself after. Or hours. To practice his smile and cater to the whole in his chest that had started to grow this morning and threatened to swallow him whole cause he just wasn’t used to this. He wondered if Jimin’s had that too and just learned to cope - or if he was stronger as a person in general. He was too soft, too childlike, and too naive, he knew that. And it had been okay for as long as he had been a Maiko. But he couldn’t take that with him to the other side.

Tomorrow he would be grown up and he needed to act like that.

The show had already started, when Jimin was still applying the last bits of Jungkook’s make-up, the music filling the silence between them. Jungkook had been away for a couple of hours, before giving into the preparations that were necessary for the ceremony. The geisha was keeping one of his hands placed on Jungkook’s firmly, wanting to give the younger something to hold onto while he was applying some more powder and for the first time giving him a full geisha make-up. “You’re beautiful, Jungkook,” Jimin whispered softly, “You look really, really handsome. Look…” He placed a finger under Jungkook’s chin, making him tilt his face towards the mirror so he could look at himself. Getting up, he walked around the younger reaching out for the belt that was still hanging loosely around a chair. “Now, I’ll be the one helping you,” Jimin tried a smile and motioned for Jungkook to get up and turn around for him.  

Seeing himself in the mirror was a strange feeling. Because his face didn’t look like him. He had become comfortable in the mask the maiko makeup provided it had become his identity. And now all that was gone, replaced with something more mature he had to fit into although he didn’t feel different yet. However, he knew he would tomorrow morning. He smiled at the mirror. Mentally patting himself on the back because his smile looked good, a little different but... mature. As if faking it was all it was about. “Thank you, Jimin. It really looks good.” He let the older wrap the belt around him and then asked him to pull a little tighter because he feared like he might collapse if there wasn’t something keeping him together. And he couldn’t breathe properly anyway so he should better make it worth it.

There wasn’t much left to say, nothing more to do but to wait for Jungkook’s cue. Since Jimin was still being punished, the geisha didn’t need to wear any makeup, or any fancy robes that Jungkook needed to help him with. So, they stood there, waiting with their hands intertwined until it was the younger’s turn. Something in the atmosphere changed immediately, a whisper fell to the crowd, well aware that the next dancer would be the one they could bid for. It sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine and he squeezed Jungkook’s hand one last time, before letting him go.

It was the simplest and hardest thing he’d ever done.

When the music began to play and the younger moved so effortlessly across the stage, the memories began flooding Jimin’s mind: from the day he had been introduced to the young boy until now. Everything he had done from that moment on, he had done for Jungkook. Jimin wiped a tear from his cheek, sniffling quietly.  

Jungkook stepped on stage and for a split second he felt like he couldn’t move. The air vanished completely from his lungs and he couldn’t see from the lights he was normally used to. Fear froze him in place and all he wanted was to run off stage and hide or run away and only stop running when he had found a place where no one would ever find him again. But then the music started, and his body moved on its own, the countless hours of practice that had conditioned his muscles setting them in motion and he closed his eyes, just banished everything from his mind.

And danced.

A/N: Oh the mizuage is happening. You know things will happen soon, right ;) What do you think? Where is Yoongi? Will Namjoon make it in time and will he find Jimin who isn’t allowed to be in the main room anymore? Hoseok seems pretty fed up with him. Yahhh, we will see ;) Only two more chapters left. Let us know what you think in the comments below!❤ @cassiavioletblue and I can’t wait to know what you guys thoughts are!

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Love Bite | Pt. 6

• Pairing: Vampire!Namjoon x Jimin • Genre: Angst / Smut | Vampire!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 8,7k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue | AO3 • Disclaimer: blood, abuse, (sexual) violence, mindcontrol, mentioning of death

↳   “You’re right. I was lying. I didn’t want to scare you. But I guess there’s not much to do now, right? I’ll tell you the truth,” Namjoon spoke softly, the grip around Jimin’s wrists loosened a little but not enough to free himself, “…because you deserve it, because I pull you into a lot of shit right now just by being here. I am a vampire, Jimin.”

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Hoseok was humming a happy tune, leaning against the banister in the main hall of his mansion. He was waiting for Namjoon to arrive, as he sighed, gazing down at his watch again. “Honestly, what is taking him so long…,” The vampire king was mumbling to himself, while the guards at the door were just looking at him in confusion. Too scared to say something. In the distance, Hoseok could hear a car coming down the road. It sounded a lot like Namjoon’s. A smile appeared on his lips.

Coming home to Jimin’s apartment with the interior trashed could only be topped by finding a note, written in the softest color and with a smiley on top: I like you so i’ll help with your decision. If you want to get your lovely little surprise come meet me at the mansion.

For a whole minute he had wasted time just standing there, looking at the trashed interior that had been Jimin’s bedroom while there was no trace of the other. Jimin was gone. Dread crept all over his  body, followed by sickness that settled cold in his gut. He had wanted to talk to Hoseok. He really had. Why hadn’t he met up with him sooner? Why hadn’t he discussed alternative ways? Why hadn’t he... He tried to avoid to think about what might have happened to Jimin, what Hoseok might have done to him - or might be doing to him right now. While he stood there like an idiot.

Namjoon ran back to his car so quickly that he almost fell down the stairs. He didn’t believe in anything, but he still prayed while speeding up to Hoseoks. ‘Please don’t let Jimin be dead, please don’t let him be dead!’ The horribly thing was that even if he wasn’t dead there were still so many horrible things Hoseok could have done to him. The vampire king was quite a bit emotional when it got to disobedience. And with not sticking to Hoseoks ultimatum he had offended his king way more than he should have. Oh god, why hadn’t he done something, anything to keep Jimin safe? As soon as he had parked the car he jumped up, running past the guards without sparing them a glance and coming to a halt in front of Hoseok who was waiting for him.

Alone.

“Where is Jimin?” starting with Jimin when his attachment to him was Hoseok’s problem probably wasn’t the brightest so he quickly added, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t choose yet, there was another idea I had that I wanted to discuss with you first and so I…,”

“Shht, no more excuses.” Hoseok placed a finger on his lips and Namjoon shuddered, because Hoseok smiled. “Come with me, friend,” Hoseok said and hooked an arm under Namjoon’s as he lead him upstairs. “Do you remember when I told you years ago that you should live here? In the mansion with me? I always pity it that you didn’t say ‘yes’ to my offer. Sometimes I think living with all those humans surrounding you, it makes you…a little soft. Don’t you agree, Namjoon?” The vampire king sighed, as they stepped inside of his office. There were a few humans lined up, all staring into thin air and only when Hoseok turned towards them for a moment they smiled. “Can I offer you something to drink before we talk?”

Namjoon bit his lip hard. He would get to see Jimin only if Hoseok allowed it. So, asking for him would be futile or even make things worse. He would need to play along while hoping that Jimin was okay. He was thinking very carefully about how to answer next. He was really, really hungry. And incredibly weak. So, if he needed to protect Jimin against Hoseok he wouldn’t have a chance like this. He couldn’t see any cold blood around, so the offer of a drink was either just an empty phrase or a test. And Namjoon wouldn’t risk offending Hoseok even more as he’d already done. So, he swallowed harshly before answering. “What... what would you recommend?”

Hoseok gasped loudly, hitting himself on his forehead in an over dramatic way. “Oh my, how did I forgot that you only like this one human,” The vampire king exclaimed and ushered the hypnotized humans out of the room again. “That was so rude of me. I will find you something better,” He chuckled, obviously amused by himself, “How is he doing by the way? What was his name again? Chim…Chimmy? Jim?”

Namjoon didn’t give Hoseok the satisfaction to answer this so he just kept his head down, hoping that Hoseok would stop the torture and just tell him if Jimin was fine.

“Anyways, let’s get back to business, Namjoon,” His voice grew stern as the vampire walked up to the other. “There will be no choice this time. You will only follow my order and I have simply decided that you will live here now.”

Namjoon didn’t resist neither physically nor with words. He had always valued his freedom the most but right now with the rogues out maybe it wasn’t so bad living here and if he had a chance, just a slight little chance that obeying now would safe Jimin from whatever punishment Hoseok had thought of then he’d agree to anything the other was suggesting right now.

With a smile, Hoseok grabbed a hold of Namjoon’s arm and pulled him along and out the other door, “I made sure to give you a wonderful room in the best part of the mansion. It has a view all over the garden. You will love that. It’s right next to the library.” Walking down the hallway, they got greeted by a few vampires, but Hoseok was focused, not even sparing them a glance.

“Here you will be safe and it’s easier for you to get in touch with your vampire side again. It will be good for you,” He kept on talking, before suddenly halting, his grip tightening on Namjoon. He was sure that the other could smell Jimin soon. Could hear his fastened heartbeat. They were so close.

“There’s something I am forgetting,” Tipping his chin, Hoseok pretended to think about something, before he stated, “Oh! Of course. I completely forgot about Jimin! Such a sweet, sweet boy. Came here all the way to see you.” Hoseok cooed at Namjoon, patting his bottom a little and then he let go off him completely. “He’s such a cute little boy toy.”

Namjoon shuddered at his king’s words. The other was way too joyful for this reprimanding speech. So, there must be something else that Hoseok wasn’t telling him. But right now, he couldn’t focus on anything else but Jimin. “Is he still here?” He hated how weak his voice sounded, how pleading but he would have gladly got on his knees again if it meant keeping Jimin safe “Did you send him away or…?” Of course, he didn’t believe Hoseok one second but he wouldn’t push anything he just wanted to know where Jimin was, if he was okay, if he…

His body jerked violently when he caught a whiff of Jimin. Or more precisely: the smell of his blood. He knew that this was a possibility, that Hoseok would bring him here to kill him or get him so close to death that Namjoon would have no other choice but to turn him or end his suffering. Suddenly he was afraid to move, afraid what Hoseok would tell him. But he needed to know, he needed to know so badly. “He’s... he’s still, here isn’t he? And... and he’s fine.” His voice broke pathetically, “He’s alive, isn’t he? You kept him alive for me so that I won’t... that I can... please, just tell me if he’s alive!”

“Oh, right that’s what I have forgotten,” Hoseok threw his hands up, making Namjoon flinch from the sudden movement, as he felt so agitated, “Of course he is here, sweety. I told you he wanted to see you. You know the rules, right? Blood bags are fine from time to time, but you need a human to live here. He is your toy now.” He patted Namjoon’s shoulder and then turned around, “I’m sure you’ll find the way to your room from here.”

“Th… thank you, my king” As soon as Hoseok was gone he turned, running to where his senses lead him. Jimin was alive! Hoseok had told him to feed off Jimin ‘to live here’ which meant Jimin must be healthy and even though the younger was probably scared out of his mind right now maybe he could convince Jimin to stay this one night, just until everything had settled. He would make sure that Jimin would feel comfortable and then, tomorrow, he could bring him back and tell Hoseok that he would stay here but that Jimin would still come regularly to him and before Hoseok would notice that he didn’t actually feed from Jimin he would find another source of blood, maybe he would buy bags at the black market or... he would find a way, somehow. He would definitely make this okay. When he heard a human heart beating behind one of the doors, he knew he had found Jimin. His heart beat was strong and regular, maybe a little bit fast but this was a mansion full of vampires so of course Jimin would be a little nervous. Namjoon opened the door with a smile only for it to falter.

Jimin flinched violently when the door opened again, but only seconds after he could feel himself falling into the deep, dark pit again. He didn’t hear or see who it was, barely able to lift his head. His head pounding, his mind trying to fight against the last remains of the hypnotization. But he was just so weak. Tears rolled down his cheek, mixing with the dried blood as it run down his neck. He had tried to twist his hands, trying to loosen the restraints the second Hoseok was gone, but it only left him with bruises. His tears were overflowing when Jimin had been giving up. He had just closed his eyes, surrendering to whatever would come, the pain so much that he was starting to dissociate. He was only breathing lightly, whimpering in pain, when Namjoon found him.

“Oh... Oh god!” Namjoon covered his mouth in shock when he took in the scene in front of him. Jimin was alive - but he looked as if he wished he weren’t. He was naked, completely bare and so Namjoon had a clear view of the bruises on Jimin’s body. There was a necklace of fingerprints around his throat and some dried blood where angry fangs had broken his skin. Namjoon made a helpless little sound as he realized that his decision not to bite Jimin had only lead to more pain and horror for the younger. Jimin didn’t really see him, his eyes flickered through the room in panic while he restlessly moved against his restraints. If it weren’t so obvious that Jimin was splayed out like this against his will then it would have been a beautiful sight: Dark red silk against Jimin’s soft skin, his arms bound tightly to the lathed bedposts, the dark shiny wood highlighting the golden color of Jimin's skin. However, his wrists were raw and angrily red from how much Jimin had pulled on his restraints, his fingers pale and aching from the way the silk had tightened and cut off his blood flow. There were tears all over Jimin’s face. So many tears. He couldn’t fathom what Jimin must have been through, but it was obvious that the younger was in shock. While everything in his screamed to just run over and rip the restraints right off he wasn't sure if the open display of his vampire powers wouldn't just send Jimin further into this state of fear, so he stepped carefully closer before lowering himself slowly to sit on the bed besides Jimin. The smell of the dried blood was even stronger here, having his stomach revolt  and coil tight, somewhere caught in between hunger and anger of what Hoseok had done but he willed it down. He could take care of that later. Right now, the only thing important was to help Jimin.

“J..Jimin?” The younger hadn’t really reacted to him besides fearful little sounds and painful gasps whenever he tried to move his wrists out of the restraint, breaking the skin again and again. “Can you please…look at me? It’s me Jiminnie. I’m here to help you.” His smile wavered as his heart was breaking for the boy.

When he registered the familiar voice, it was almost like a switch that got turned on and just like Hoseok had ordered him to before he let him alone, Jimin turned his head around to Namjoon. He hissed, the pain from where the vampire king had bitten him, making it almost unbearable - but he managed. Forcing himself to smile through the tears, Jimin blinked his eyes open and the second his gaze fell onto Namjoon, he could feel his heart ache, but he pushed through it. Namjoon didn’t care about him. No other vampire did. He was a useless human. Bound to whatever game they were playing. Just a toy for them to play with. And he had to surrender to keep himself alive. Jimin opened his mouth slowly, but at first no words came out and he had to try again. “I...I am y-yours t-to c-claim.” He whimpered pathetically when he had finally said it, knowing what he had to do next. So very slowly, he tried to move his head, showing off the side of his neck that wasn’t bitten, yet. He let out a painful moan, when he spread his legs as well. His whole body shaking from the cold and the fear. He was displaying himself for Namjoon, just like Hoseok had ordered him to. Then his eyes fell shut again, as he was sobbing quietly.

Jimin's words ripped into him the same way Hoseok's fangs must have pierced Jimin’s flesh. Namjoon was mute from how much it hurt to see Jimin like this, broken, soullessly submissive, acting as if all his will was gone. “N...no, Jimin… that’s not... not what I’m here for. I’m not going to... I’d never…” He broke off trying to keep breathing while he wanted to scream out his feelings. What on earth had Hoseok done to him? “He’s... he must have hypnotized you, right? “ He tried to keep smiling to make Jimin more calm but it wasn't very productive when the hunger made his fangs show. He should have drunk something before, no matter what. Seeing Jimin presenting like this made his inner vampire go crazy for him.

Jimin slowly nodded his head as an answer, as he pulled at the restraints again and himself up a little more. Only then he turned to Namjoon again, tears cascading down his cheeks. “Y-you said ever-everything would change t-today,” He whimpered, and a shiver went down his spine. Jimin closed his eyes again, feeling hazy and tired. He was too weak to keep his head up, so each time the darkness closed around him again, Jimin snapped his head up, trying to keep aware of his surroundings. He needed to stay awake.

“Wh-why did you do this to me,” He mumbled, blinking tiredly as he tried to focus on Namjoon, “What…have…I done w-wrong?”

His heart broke for the way Jimin’s voice wavered, his face wet with tears. He couldn't be completely hypnotized or else he wouldn't speak for himself, wouldn't cry. Which meant that the state he was in, the way his consciousness was trying to slip away from him was pure emotional exhaustion and shock. Hoseok had taken Jimin’s softness and trust and ripped it to pieces. “That wasn’t what...” It was his fault; all of this was his fault. “It wasn't supposed to be like this, I just wanted to talk, I’m so sorry Jiminnie. Can I touch you please? I would like to untie you, if that's okay?” He had no idea what to do and if touching Jimin right now would be worse than waiting till his body gave out and then taking care of him while he was protected by blissful oblivion.  

“I am yours to do with-,” Jimin mumbled, his eyes falling shut again, before a sob broke through him making his whole body shudder, “…a-as you please.” He hissed again, the pain all too present right now with how much he was moving. He just wanted to get out of this, he wanted to feel safe and warm. “I…’m so,” His almost blue lips trembling from the cold, “Please, I’m so cold…I…I don’t feel so good, Master.” Jimin gazed up at Namjoon, his eyes silently pleading for the vampire to help him, to get him out of the misery.

He couldn't watch this, he just couldn't sit there and watch Jimin break so even though the younger hadn't given him explicit permission he reached out, trying to be quick and keep his touches as fleeting as possible while he loosened the ties, keeping Jimin’s wrists in place while he tried to flinch away from the silk that had cut deeply into his delicate skin. “Hush, my love it’ll be over soon, you can sleep now if you want to, I will take care of you.” It felt so wrong to hear the word “master” from Jimin’s sweet mouth that he wanted to erase it, he wanted to clean Jimin up and call him lovely names and bring back the innocence and softness that had been buried under all this pain. “Just let go, sweety, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Jimin cried again, the soft words cutting through his heart and he couldn’t help but cry out. It was a horrible, heartbreaking cry, one that called for Namjoon to make him stop hurting and hold him. He was free falling, all while he wasn’t even sure if he could trust the vampire. Jimin felt like he was getting tossed around, his body for others to take and to play with. He sobbed against Namjoon’s chest, when the other came closer, seeking anything that he could hold on to. As soon as the vampire placed his hands down, his fingertips buried deep into Namjoon’s skin. Jimin was afraid he would fall apart. His whole body aching from the pain, shivering from the cold and locked up tight in fear.

Jimin was a mess and Namjoon wanted so badly to put him back together and make him forget. He didn't deserve this. He had showed nothing but kindness to Namjoon, had let him stay even though it and put his own life at risk and in the end,  he had been repaid by meant being abducted and violated. He was relieved that Jimin was at least not shying away from him so he could carry him into the bathroom, one arm around his back and the other hooked under his knees. He tried to not make Jimin feel even more vulnerable than he already was, but he wanted to get him into a hot relaxing bath as soon as possible and therefore he just got him up from the bed as naked as he was.

Jimin hissed in pain the second Namjoon hoisted him up though and he hid his face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck in shame. “It…It hurts,” He was holding onto the vampire so tight, that his knuckles turned white, “Please, Na-Namjoon.” Whimpering when Namjoon adjusted his hold, Jimin squealed in pain. “It’s…please, don’t…I…It’s too big,” He murmured incoherent words, “He…didn’t care…I…had to.” Jimin was just so tired and weak that his head was falling back, when the memory of what Hoseok had made him do in hypnosis. He could still hear his orders, his laugh, the way he had talked about that Namjoon will like him like this and how good of a human he was for him.

Jimin’s words didn’t make any sense to him until he noticed the way Jimin was pressing his thighs together. Hate spilled like acid into his veins. “Jimin, did he... did he...” He couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t wrap his mind around how Hoseok could hurt someone so soft and beautiful like Jimin on purpose. He quickly placed him down onto the floor, as gently as he could.  “Let me... let me see please?” His voice was hoarse and brittle, the words ashen in his mouth. He didn’t want to uncover even more horrible things that Hoseok had done. He wanted to undo them, to delete them from Jimin’s mind and erase them from his skin. “I’m so... so sorry for this!”

Silent tears rolled down his cheek, when Jimin slowly propped himself up on his knees. He felt so embarrassed about all of this. But he was naked already, Namjoon had seen the worst already. No matter what he would try, Hoseok had made it clear that he belonged here now. To Namjoon. To the vampires. To whoever wanted to claim him. He didn’t look at the other, when he leaned forward, showing off the butt plug, Hoseok had chosen for him to prepare himself for Namjoon. It wasn’t like he had never worn one, but it had been a while and it was starting to hurt, especially with the way he was tensing up the whole time. He buried his face in his hands, when he sat back a little again, sobbing and apologizing repeatedly. Jimin just wanted this nightmare to end.

Dread settled low in his stomach, heavy and hot like a scorching brick when he realized that Jimin was wearing a plug. There was no way that he would have willingly done that to himself so either Hoseok made him do it under the hypnosis – or he did it to Jimin himself. Either way it was a horrible violation of both Jimin’s body and his soul and Namjoon ached with the certainty that it was his fault. To make it worse Jimin was apologizing to him as if he feared punishment for not taking it quietly. This whole situation was so horribly, horribly wrong!

“Sh...sht, it’s alright, you’re going to be fine. I’m... I’m going to take that out of you, okay? Just... please just try to relax and it’ll be over soon...” The morally right way to do this would have probably been to wait until Jimin was conscious enough to do it himself but Jimin’s eyes were still glazed over and his mind a little too far gone to fully get what was happening to him and Namjoon couldn’t stand the thought of Jimin coming to and having to feel something inside of him that he didn’t want there. His broken words and pleas were already enough. Jimin whimpered when Namjoon reached between his legs and it cut right through Namjoon’s chest. The Vampire closed his eyes, trying to stay calm and focused and just like Jimin needed him to be right now. He shushed him softly, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, telling him with a calm voice how it would be over in a second and how good he was doing, he just needed to relax. Namjoon tried to be as gentle as possible but Jimin still shuddered when he pulled that horrible thing out, the grip on Namjoon’s arm tightening painfully as Jimin’s knuckles turned white again. He didn’t let go even when it was over. Namjoon threw the plug aside to somewhere where Jimin wouldn’t have to see it again. Soothing him was way more important right now than cleaning up properly.

Finally he could throw a blanket over Jimin, pulling it tight enough that Jimin could feel the warmth and safety but loose enough that he didn’t feel trapped (making him take a hot bath now that Namjoon had found out that he was injured that way was out of the question). He waited until Jimin’s dissociation seemed to have settled a little, then he carefully held Jimin close, gently rocking his delicate frame while Jimin’s eyes started to get clearer and his body got out of its frozen state. “Hush, baby, it’s fine, you’re safe. It’s over, no one’s going to touch you again. Shh~ht, you’re safe now. You’re safe with me, Jimin.”

Jimin held onto Namjoon tight, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate on Namjoon’s words. It didn’t take long for him to finally fall asleep. His body finally being able to relax. He was out of it in seconds, the darkness pulling him back in. Namjoon was caressing through his hair, over his cheeks and it helped him to keep himself in reality and not dissociate while asleep. Each time Jimin was shivering, Namjoon pulled him closer, keeping him warm and let him feel the safety of his hold.

He stayed with Jimin until he was sure the younger was dead asleep then he started to clean him with lukewarm water. The dried blood on his neck had started to flake and it was both terrifying and fascinating to him to see Jimin’s blood dilute in the water. The monster in him wanted to taste, to lean forward and drink now that Jimin had been hurt anyway but even though the hunger was eating at him painfully his finger’s didn’t even tremble while cleaning the younger up. Seeing Jimin broken and hurt had spoiled his appetite. The calmer he got and the more his mind had time to process what had happened the more angry he got. He would go to see Hoseok right after. This had gone way, way too far and he would make sure that Hoseok would never ever touch Jimin again!

He hated the thought of leaving Jimin alone, but he needed to discuss this now. He could never look into Jimin’s eyes again if he couldn’t swear to him that Hoseok would never hurt him like that again. However, he was in a mansion full of vampires, he was weak and injured and smelled delicious so Namjoon made sure to mark Jimin as his - the soft way. Carefully he bit his own lip until he broke the skin a little, licking over it until his lips were bloodied. Then he leaned down and kissed Jimin’s neck once, a little above the collarbone, careful not to get to close to the younger’s actually wound. No one would dare to hurt Jimin now if they stumbled upon him, unless they wanted to risk going against Namjoons right and initiating a fight. Still he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible as he would only be able to stop worrying while keeping an eye on Jimin himself.

The vampire king was already waiting for the subordinate vampire. The smile still in place, as he looked outside the window. The stars sparkled bright as the large white moon hung mysteriously over the mansion. He took a deep breath when he could hear footsteps coming closer and Hoseok leaned back comfortably. There was nothing he needed to fear. Instead, for him it was all just fun and games.

When the door busted open, Hoseok didn’t even flinch, instead he took a sip from his glass, that was filled with some blood. Jin’s to be exact. “Namjoon, you’re already done?” The vampire king cocked up an eyebrow at him, “You didn’t last very long then…or didn’t Jimin? Don’t tell me you wasted that beautiful human.” He got up from where he sat and walked around the coffee table towards Namjoon, “He tastes amazing, doesn’t he?”

Namjoon had to close his eyes to get himself together. He was furious. But he wouldn’t last a second right now if he just jumped at Hoseok. He might still have though, if it wasn’t for Jimin still being in the same building. “How... how could you... how dare you… he wasn’t your toy to play with! I care about him! I really do! And you treated him like a fuck toy. You basically raped him so how can you... how can you think I would be happy about this?!” His fangs were showing openly, he just couldn’t hide them anymore, hunger and hurt and anger making them show all for different reasons.

Hoseok threw his hands up in defense, chuckling low, “You shouldn’t have disobeyed me in the first place. You can be glad that I didn’t follow the usual rules or else Jimin would be dead by now and you with him.” He growled low in his chest, signaling Namjoon to back the fuck away from him, “He’s yours now. Do whatever you want. He knows his place and where he belongs now. Hell, try and hypnotize him again if you need to. But let me tell you one thing, Namjoon…” The vampire king came closer, pushing the other back until he there was nothing left behind him but the cold wall, “You’re a fucking vampire. Start acting like one or else you’ll be dead sooner than you think and then no one can save Jimin anymore. No master, no one there to claim him,” Then he hissed at Namjoon, venom dripping down with every word he said, “If you…or Jimin fucking disobey me once more I will kill you. Slowly. Painfully. And I will make him watch first, before I do the same to him.”

Namjoon bit his lip hard to keep himself from talking, his already broken skin starting to bleed again. He wanted to scream at Hoseok, yell right in his face that he couldn’t just hurt Jimin like that to punish him - though reality was: he could. He could go over there and kill Jimin if he wanted and Namjoon wouldn’t be able to prevent it. Hoseok was stronger than him, older, always well fed. He wouldn’t stand a chance. And he didn’t doubt for one second that Hoseok would follow through with his threats. He’d torture Jimin to death if it got him what he wanted. He trembled from all the suppressed anger, but he kept quiet, hating himself for backing down instead of standing up for Jimin like he should. He had told the younger he would protect him. And now he was lying there on a bed in this mansion, hurt and broken and so, so far from how it should be. His voice sounded hoarse from all the pent up emotion that he could only barely keep in check, but he managed, not really to keep the spite out of his words but to keep his voice from wavering. “If I apologize for my disobedience and act accordingly to how you want me to behave - can you promise me then that Jimin will be safe?” Hoseok's grin hit him with another wave of nausea. “I want you to swear that you won’t ever touch him again. On your blood. Or else you will feel what it will be like to find the one you love hurting and violated!”

Hoseok licked his lips slowly, looking the other vampire up and down. “Are you threatening your king, Namjoon?” He growled low, while his hand wandered up Namjoon’s chest and then settled on his neck. The king was tightening his hold, making the other feel his power.

“As long as you claim him. No one else can touch him and I won’t either,” He hissed through his teeth, reminding Namjoon about the rules of the vampires. If a human was claimed not even a vampire king could do anything without permission. But Hoseok knew about the promise Namjoon had given Jimin, that the human didn’t want to be bitten. Well, he did the first step. It shouldn’t be too bad for Namjoon to just follow his lead now. The human was too whiny anyways and it was Namjoon’s job now to make sure Jimin knew how to behave around here. “You know the rules. He’s one of us now.” He put a little more pressure around Namjoon’s throat before he pushed him away, “Now get out of my face!”

He hated it! He hated how weak he was, how trying to do the right things made everything just crash and burn around him. But he couldn’t just throw away his consciousness. He couldn’t! And still, right now he would have done anything to get some blood. He was hurting all over and he couldn’t even distinguish from the purely physical pain that was caused from the blood loss and the pain that manifested throughout his body because he was hurting so badly because of Jimin’s pain. And he felt guilty for even feeling like that because nothing had happened to him it was Jimin who had been abducted and hurt and bitten and stripped down and... a dry sob choked him, and he got into the very next room to get out of the hall were others might see. If he was seen as weak, they might even dare to mess with Jimin and he couldn’t... he couldn’t let that happen again!

He hit the wall with his palm, knowing that if he let loose completely or started punching it for real, he would break the wood, the wall behind it, probably his own wrist but he just needed to do something he felt so... so.... Namjoon whined in distress, something between a scream and a growl, leaning his head against the wall and trying to remember how to breathe.

Jin looked up from the book he was reading, watching Namjoon, who was looking like he was only seconds away from tearing this whole place down. He had heard already about the new human inside the mansion. One that belonged to Namjoon, that Hoseok had called ‘the present’ around him. He had only rolled his eyes at the king in that moment.

“You okay there?” Jin asked and put the book aside, waiting for Namjoon to realize that he wasn’t alone. “You know crying about it and punching the walls won’t help the human much.”

Namjoon flinched violently when he heard Jin’s voice behind him. He had been so out of it that he hadn’t even noticed someone else was there. He heaved a shuddering breath, trying to relax. He was exhausted. And so, so very hungry. “What do you know about that, human. You’re living your life as the king's little toy, you have no idea...,” He stopped himself short, shaking his head, “I’m sorry, Seokjin. I’m just... really not in a good place right now. But you’re right.” He laughed humorlessly, “Crying about it won’t help anyone, right? And it’s too late now anyway. All I can do is hope that Jimin will get over this without too much damage on his soul.”

“It’s fine,” He shrugged his shoulders, “People always just see what we portray on the outside. He’s the vampire. I’m his “toy”. But you know there’s more than that, don’t you? Something that you are desperately aching for yourself, right?” Seokjin stood up and walked over to Namjoon. Carefully, he reached out for the vampire, smiling at him apologetically as he wiped away a few tears from his cheek. Cupping his face, Jin made Namjoon look at him. “Of course, I know there’s more between you two.” Namjoon shook his head, his smile turning a little bitter. “Sometimes I think you’re the only person that really matters to him. The one and only exception from all those ‘useless humans’. I wonder what you did to touch his heart. You must have some necromantic qualities to you because I could have sworn his heart was dead for hundreds of years before he met you. “ Normally he didn’t talk about his king like that, not only because it was disrespectful but because talking badly about others and creating negativity wasn't what he wanted to contribute to a conversation. Right now, he didn’t give a damn about Hoseok's reputation though. And Seokjin knew him best anyway. He leaned away from Seokjin’s touch as the other caressed his cheek, too hurt by Hoseok's actions to be able to let his ‘unofficial boyfriend’ play games with him.

“You love him,” Jin spoke quietly, “The human, I mean. It’s written all over your face. Oh, Namjoon...” Before the vampire could do something, the human leaned in and hugged him tight, holding him for a little while.

Namjoon stiffened up when Seokjin hugged him, completely taken by surprise. They had been politely friendly to each other, sure, but this wasn’t something they had ever done before. And it was really fucking dangerous for more than one reason. “I... don’t think that’s a good idea.” He instinctively licked his lips, trying not to breath in Seokjin's scent or concentrate on how warm the other was, how his blood was rushing through his veins right under his fragile skin.

When he stepped away from him, Jin let his hands wander down Namjoon’s arm, squeezing him there reassuringly, “There’s more than you can do than just hope.” When the vampire’s confused gaze met his, he smiled. “You know the others will figure out, that you have a human around you now. They will want to see if you have him claimed. Even if you did, when they see how weak you are, they will fight you. Namjoon, you have to eat! No shitty blood bags, but real food.” Jin bit his lip, looking back over his shoulder as he contemplated something. “This is not about you, or your moral standards anymore, Namjoon,” Jin raised his eyebrow at the other, knowing exactly what he wanted to answer but he didn’t even give Namjoon the chance to speak. “This is about Jimin and how you can protect him. There is no way Hoseok will let you and him leave, so you have to decide. Stand by your morals and stay weak or become strong for him and be able to protect him.” Seokjin’s lecture made him defiant and he was about to tell him that his morals was everything that he had left, that if you didn’t stick to your own rules in an ever changing world then what was the point, but the human rendered him mute when he pulled him along and onto the couch.

Jin sighed, as he was starting to roll up his sleeve. “I know you always want to do what’s morally right, but maybe this time you have to play his wicked game,” He reached out for Namjoon’s hand and placed his wrist in the vampire’s palm. Shifting a little closer to Namjoon, Jin leaned against the vampire’s shoulder. Being so close to him, the vampire could feel Jin’s breath on his neck with every word he spoke, one hand placed in his, while with the other was tracing little patterns at the nape of Namjoon’s neck. “But that doesn’t mean you have to lose or give up. So, I think it’s only fair to take something from his, when he did the same to yours, right?”

When Seokjin rolled up his sleep Namjoon couldn’t help but watch, his eyes transfixed on the way Seokjin bared his radial artery to him so nonchalantly. The vampire’s breath quickened involuntarily as he tried in vain to not let it show how much it affected him. He had no idea what the other was doing and only when Seokjin made it clear that he was offering up his blood to him did it click. “Wait, what... what is about? Is this some kind of test? Did Hoseok ask you to test my loyalty to him? He claimed you! You are his! I know you’re way more than that but regarding to vampire law you’re his property and I would be stupid to give in to this!” Still he couldn’t let go of Seokjin’s wrist. Where his fingers had closed around the others delicate bones, he could feel the pulse beating against his skin. It was the sweetest torture he could think of.

“If I remember correctly there’s also a rule about how that it is my duty as a human to offer some of mine to a vampire in need...and you awfully look like you need it,” Jin chuckled, before he shook his head to answer Namjoon’s questions, “No, it’s not a test. I am his, yes - but I can make my own choices. I am offering you my blood. I think Hoseok overstepped way more boundaries tonight, than you will with simply taking my blood. Don’t worry about any consequences. I will make sure to keep Hoseok in line and away from Jimin.” Caressing through Namjoon’s hair, Jin nodded towards his wrist, “It’s only fair to take from me, when he did the same with yours. Most of the humans in the mansion are claimed right now. The vampires are scared to go out to hunt because of the rogues. I can make sure to order blood bags for you after this, but right now...you don’t have much of a choice. Take from me and protect the one you love…”

Namjoon’s mouth watered at the prospect of drinking blood right from the source. He couldn’t remember the last time he did that. Absentmindedly he traced Jin’s veins while he listened to the human talking. He sounded so sure and confident. He was so lost in this, the temptation, the smell, that he leaned into Jin’s caress like a cat. He was way past the position to refuse this right now. And Jin offered willingly so if this really wasn’t a test…

Namjoon silenced the parts of his mind that still worried and pressed his mouth to Jin’s wrist. He moaned helplessly when he felt the pulse against his lips. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Seokjin!” He tried to be as gentle as possible, just barely nicking the skin with his fangs at first. When the first drops of blood hit his tongue he shuddered violently, sinking deeper immediately. He could barely control himself, drinking greedily, swallowing down Jin’s heavenly blood in hasty gulps. He didn’t taste as sweet and heady as Jimin but there was an underlying spiciness to it, a savory flavor that Namjoon appreciated just as much. No wonder Hoseok had fallen for Jin. His fierce character together with his soft beauty and delicious blood made for an addictive combination.

Jin leaned into Namjoon as soon as the poison entered his body, making him feel heated, euphoric and so turned on. A moan slipped from his lips and breathy little pants came from Seokjin. He smiled, licking his lips slowly, watching the vampire take from him greedily. “’m so good,” He mumbled, holding onto Namjoon’s shoulder to steady himself. Only when Jin could see that Namjoon got some color back in his face and the vampire wasn’t looking as sickly anymore, his eyes shiny red and reflecting his true inner self, only then he caressed through his hair once more, before pulling at it slightly. Namjoon slowed down a little, lapping at the blood with relish. The hunger had simmered down, and he slowly started to feel sated. Still he instinctively growled when Jin pulled his wrist away, his cheeks burning from embarrassment. It was just so tasty! And not only that he felt like he could finally breathe again, as if someone had lifted a haze from his mind and now everything was clearer again, more sharply, more real. He sighed with relief. “It’s enough now, vampire,” Seokjin spoke quietly and pulled his wrist away from his lips. “Pity”, Namjoon joked a little, finding back to his humor. “You look really beautiful like this.”

“I know I do,“ Jin said nonchalantly, but still – he loved getting compliments. He got up from the couch, holding onto his wrist for a moment. “Lick it clean, please. I can’t walk around looking like this,” He pushed it into Namjoon’s face again, before he added, “For the human...as he and I are the only not hypnotized humans here,” He looked at Namjoon as he raised an eyebrow at him. He didn’t think the vampire had the guts to completely hypnotize the other to force him to be with Namjoon, “Just tell him, that he’s always welcome in my room. If he ever needs one of his kind to talk to. And you should think about visiting Yoongi…maybe he can help you.”

Namjoon did as he was asked, sinking down onto his knees for Seokjin to show his gratitude while thoroughly cleaning Jin up with gentle touches and little licks. It felt even more intimate now that Jin’s warm blood was running through his veins. He looked up at Jin, expression turning serious. “That would be great, actually. I can’t even begin to understand what it must feel like to be surrounded by us, always confronted with the presence of deadly danger and possible violence against you - I’m sure it would help him immensely to have someone to talk to who hasn’t fangs.” He hesitated a little and then added, “Actually I... I thought about having him visit Yoongi as well but... then I wasn’t sure if it wouldn’t be another kind of violation to have Yoongi do that to him...on the other hand I don’t want him to live through what Hoseok did to him. Do you really think it would be okay? You, as a human - how would you decide in his situation?”

“I’d definitely prefer some harmless memories over one’s that would bring me nightmares,” He answered honestly, “We humans are too easy to break. Ask him if he wants some of the memories gone, but I am sure he will agree.” Taking his hand away from Namjoon, he thanked him for cleaning the wound and turned on his heel. Just when he reached the door, he looked over his shoulder one last time, “I’ll make sure that you have blood bags from tomorrow on until then I hope my blood will get you through.”

On the other side of the mansion, Jimin stirred and still asleep he rolled over onto his back. His legs twitches as he fell deeper into his nightmare. A deafening scream reverberated in the shadows in his mind. He was starting to pant, his heartbeat quickening fast. He could see Hoseok’s evil eyes glinting red above him, making him shudder from head to toe.

And then he screamed.

Namjoons thanks died on his tongue when he heard Jimin scream. He was back at the room in a second, fangs out and ready to fight whoever had dared to get too close to Jimin - when he saw that Jimin was alone. Sadness and guilt crept back into his heart as he slowly got closer, careful not to scare Jimin even more. Jimin was panting harshly but his eyes were closed so he didn’t know if Jimin was still asleep and reacting very violently to a nightmare or if he was awake and just too scared to open his eyes, trying to hide from the world around him by literally closing his eyes to it. Jin was right. He should get Jimin to Yoongi, the sooner the better. If he couldn’t remember what had happened in all detail that it couldn’t haunt him like that. “Jimin? Minnie?” He didn’t dare to touch him, so he tried to get him to respond by words alone. “Are you awake?”

Jimin instinctively pulled the blanket closer over his body, curling in on himself, when Namjoon’s voice reached him. He had woken up right after his scream, but as soon as he realized where he was, he had tried to hide again. He nodded slowly to answer the vampire. “I…I am sorry,” He hiccupped from the tears a little, feeling utterly lost and helpless. Jimin felt so tired, so dizzy from dehydration and way too vulnerable with him still being naked under the blanket. But when he looked up at Namjoon, Jimin tried to smile, shaking off the bad memory of his nightmare as much as he could, but all he wanted was to be held and to feel safe again. “I want to go home, Namjoon.”

He felt horrible denying Jimin what he wanted most right now but he couldn't just send him back. Hoseok, the rogues, Jimin’s own tortured mind - at least one of it would get to Jimin sooner or later. “Don’t apologize, Minnie. You are the least responsible for all of this. It’s me who has to make amends to you... but right now is not the time. I can’t get you home right now, I’m sorry. You will have to stay here for a while. But I promise...” His voice broke a little when he remembered that he had told Jimin before that he wouldn’t get hurt and looking at him now there was no way Jimin would ever believe him again. “...I…I’ll make sure that you’re safe. There are others who can look out for you too. Seokjin, a human that I’d like you to meet and... friends of mine...” He wasn't really sure if you could call the bonds between vampires ‘friendship’ as they were more built on necessity and decade old routine than the conscious decision to befriend someone, but he didn’t know how else to call it and to Jimin it might be calming to think that there where people around that would have an eye on him. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet right now actually. I know you probably don't want to see anyone right now but it's really important that you get to him, the sooner the better. It’s... he might be able to help you a little.”

Jimin bit his lip in thought. He had known the answer, Hoseok had made it clear to him that this was his new home now. That Namjoon owned him. That’s why he also didn’t say no to Namjoon asking him to meet one of his friends. The vampire would make the decisions now and he would follow. Jimin pulled the blanket a little tighter around his body and got up. “Of course, Master,” Jimin said quietly, “Is it okay…if I take a shower first?” Then a horrible thought crossed his mind and he instinctively reached out for Namjoon, his eyes wide in panic, “You…you will come with me, right? And…and I don’t have to sleep with him…r-right?”

Namjoon closed his eyes when Jimin called him ‘master’ again. It was just a word and yet it cut through him right into his heart because it stood for everything that Jimin shouldn’t be, scared, submissive, insecure, forced to make himself small and obey to “his vampire owner’s” wish. He ached for Jimin, for the way the youngers eyes widened in fear, the way he pulled the blanket around himself in a desperate attempt to shield himself, knowing that nothing would withstand a vampires force if they wanted to take it from him. The grip around his arm was too tight and too shaky to be anything but a helpless, unconscious way of grounding himself and Namjoon gently plucked Jimin’s hand from his arm to keep it between his own. “No, Jimin you don’t... don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.“ Besides staying here against his will. Being surrounded by vampires. Having to try and act calm while he surely must be dying to just break down or scream out his pain or flee everything and never look back. “And please, please don’t call me master,” He bit his lip when gently tugging Jimin along. “The shower can wait, okay? It’s really important that you meet him as soon as possible.” He didn’t have the heart to tell Jimin that he had already cleaned him up while Jimin had still been in shock and that if he still felt dirty it probably didn’t have to do anything with his skin not being clean. It made all the more clear that Seokjin was right and that he desperately needed Yoongi. He really hoped the vampire would wake up for him - and also would be willing to help. Because the longer they waited the more difficult it would be for Yoongi to dilute the memories.

A/N: At least they found each other again, right? So far...so good...or bad, depending on how you see the current situation with Jimin staying in the mansion. Either way, we really hope you enjoyed it and are ready to get some more insight into the life in the vampire mansion soon...oh, and Yoongi of course. We’ll see how he is in the next chapter! I can’t wait! Thank you guys for your wonderful comments on the last chapter! It made us so happy! ❤❤❤

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