#its like if i tagged bts even though it has nothing to do with them

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.72)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: you get punished alongside hobi for your indiscretions in public.

Tags: mention of getting arrested, tense situations, implied non-consentual nudity, light angst, d/s, Dom! jin, Breif Daddy! jinnie, Dom! Namjoon, Dom! Jimin, Sub! m/c, Sub! Hobi, Group sex, gangbang, humiliation kink, praise kink, puppy space! hobi, omegaspace! m/c, crawling, Collars, fingering, edging, orgasam denial, orgasam control, overstimulation, painplay, brief cock and ball torture (hobi gets his cock flicked a few times really its very tame), shoe riding, Exhibitionism, Squirting, wrestle-fucking, cum marking, cum swapping, marking kink, mc gets treated like a little cumdump but she's very happy about it, size kink, pussy spanking, breeding benches. Shibari, ropes, dacryphilia, breeding kink, oral! f receiving, hole checks, biting, slight implied sub drop but it's nothing serious.

W/c: 16.8k+

A/n: you know what... this is excessive, i'm not even going to pretend that it's NOT excessive. no smut needs to be this long but! oh well!!

Previous part- Masterlist - First part

“When I saw the car, I thought that they might have been some of those Gang kids from downstate. Obviously, I’m glad to be proven wrong.”

Namjoon has his arms crossed on the front porch, eyes flashing disapprovingly between you and Hobi standing with hunched shoulders and rancid scents between the two officers. Large and threatening, their black uniforms and neat little badges glint in the porch's light. Their guns at their side in their holsters that stay there (thankfully) their handcuffs that glisten like the silver sliver of the moon that hangs above the trees.

Namjoon crosses his arms and stares them down. “They’re usually very well behaved, I truly don’t know what’s gotten into them.”

The deference in Namjoon's voice is forced, but the disappointment isn't.

Don’t they have something better to do than this? Even traffic stops. Jin must be thinking. Hovering behind Namjoon’s shoulder in his striped robe, a sight that you don’t like- because no one besides the pack should get to see Jin in all of his fluffy cheeked and matching pajama glory. It’s not the 18th century and it’s not improper for an omega to be seen in their nesting clothes anymore- but still, the instinct to dart across the porch and hide him sort of from view is not a distant desire.

Hoseok’s hands hover, not reaching out to grab yours, because he's not sure that he's allowed. After being yanked out of the confines of his Lamborghini the hour before. He's right to be hesitant about touching you.

The last hour or so of your life has been a scary one, watching Hobi get yanked out of the car- a taser- not a gun- drawn in his direction. Freezing where you sat, unclothed. A strange man looking down at you- thanking your lucky stars that you'd had enough time to pull your underwear on at least- that you'd still been wearing your sweatshirt. Not entirely nude just partially.

"At least let her get dressed." He'd snapped, guarding their line of sight from him to you. Every instinct in him absolutely turned feral. He's still a little shifty, a little too close to growling and getting you in even more trouble than you already are.

namjoon's eyes are dark but assured. if anyone could talk his way out of a ticket for public indecency- it would be Namjoon. You’re a little non-plussed, less shy than Hobi though you would be about being seen in a state of semi-undress by two strange alphas and Hoseok doesn’t like that. That you’d been silent, that you hadn’t hidden behind him the same way Jin’s doing.

He doesn't know where the Lambo will end up but Hoseok doesn't care, doesn't care at all. It will probably be sent to an impound lot or maybe put up for auction. But a look at Jin's face says that he won't let any of this slide. Jin knows the law. Folds his arms carefully over his chest.

“Our pups are well behaved, thank you for returning them to us.”

A pretty omega is a special kind of good luck- a thing you’d always like to have in your corner if you can help it. The officers are disarmed by your pretty pack omega, Jin does not bat his eyelashes at them but it’s almost like he is because the alpha's scent next to you swells prideful in the tepid night air- like apples, but artificial not like candy but cough syrup.

You almost want to scoff, as if.

Hoseok wants to gnash his teeth. How dare he- projecting his scent here- in front of the den of all places. It's so rude. Hobi is surprised that no one has said anything.

Namjoon's jaw rolls, and you can tell that he wants too.

Alphas after a knotting are a volatile thing. The sound of Hoseok gnashing his teeth joins the white noise of having other people close, of being here. Between two men with guns. You don't like it, your instincts chaffing, screaming in your ear to get away- to get safe, to go to the nest upstairs, even if you would never risk taking the scent of strangers into your most intimate place.

Namjoon’s eyes flash, first to your face and then to the officers. And you know that he knows that you're on the edge of it, that you're one bad word away from bursting into tears. Every bone of his body is ramrod straight, Namjoon is holding himself back.

Not as hard as Hobi is, he’s shaking like a leaf next to you.

The other police officer (the one who has his scent mostly under control and looks younger than you) gulps. Uncomfortable with the level of pungent pheromones that Namjoon is putting out right now. Namjoon's pack alpha scent is stinky and unabated, with stiff liquor and angry sour coffee (you’d rather smell him than the sour apple scent).

All you want to do is close the two feet between the two of you and sink behind him but instead, you’re forced to stay here. A wide- unfamiliar hand on your shoulder keeps you in place.

The fact that the police officers are bold enough to touch you right now tells you everything you need to know about the danger of the situation; touching another alpha's omega is already sort of rude. Touching another omega who's just been knotted in front of two of their alphas and their pack omega? You're surprised Namjoon didn't come out the door swinging.  

You're pretty sure you can feel Hobi's cum dripping out of your hole, you have to stand carefully to keep it from leaking out. You squirm uncomfortably. Hoping that no one can smell it.

The silence between the alphas hovers threateningly, and you see Namjoon's nostrils flare.

“Listen- we could easily book them both for public indecency, but it’s not the summer yet, and we understand you have a lot of packmates, Mr. erm-“

“Kim Namjoon, Doctor Kim Namjoon.”

It helps that Namjoon’s still in his suit. Three pieces and dark blue that flatters his skin tone and an early tan that he has because Jungkook had dragged him out for a run on the last warm day you had. He's the picture of perfect tailoring and everything that a pack alpha should be.

He had a meeting with the board of directors today- you remember watching him get ready this morning, coiffing his hair back away from his face. Making sure he looked presentable.

Namjoon had his resignation meeting today- and broke the news to the hospital board that he was looking to retire. Maybe not forever- but at least for the foreseeable future. Maybe…until after the pack had pups even.

He's been talking about more and more recently, even though it's not really up to him. Even though it's not really up to you either- given how your heats have stalled. Jin is the only omega who is willing to entertain those conversations that happen in the late night honey light often when the two of them are brought low and sweet and so in love it takes your breath away a little.

The way the two of them look when it's just them, cuddled on the couch or the dining room table or in the bathroom elbow to elbow. And Namjoon's hands will skim Jin's stomach almost in worry, in warming. Like Namjoon's hopes are too big not to pretend already. Playing with each other's hands and whispering sweet nothings and sweeter promises.

"Do you think they'd have your eyes?" "I don't care, but I hope they have your dimples."

Namjoon will ask to mate Jin any day now, the second any danger fades. You know it as surely as you know that you and Hoseok are going to get matching tattoos the next free day you have to.

But the danger has not faded at all tonight, no, the danger is here on either side of you and Hobi. On your porch. On your front doorstep. sweat bleeds down the back of your neck. You think of the body that's no longer downstairs, and the spackled-over holes in the plaster.

You wish you knew how his meeting went. If it went poorly or not- there is nothing in his expression that gives it away, not the Glasses on the edge of his nose, barely shielding the officers from his glower or his suit still buttoned.

The officers take Namjoon’s glare to heart, probably thinking that namjoon's angry at both you and Hobi and not from the general disdain Namjoon has for police officers.

“When we found out that they were registered to a pack we figured- you understand, of course. We prefer to leave things like this up to pack alphas. We understand the delicacy of these abnormal family structures.”

Namjoon looks at you and tips his chin down slightly, imperceptibly.

You dart across the distance, folding yourself against his shoulder. But Namjoon doesn’t leave you there, pushing you gently behind his shoulder and into Jin's waiting arms. You cling to Jin’s front, side by side with Hobi too who followed Namjoon's wordless command.

He glances back at the officers and starts to growl. Namjoon’s sharp voice cuts off the sound. Louder- to block it out. “Thank you for returning them to me. I’ll handle it. Have a good night.”

Namjoon has a hand on the back of your and Hobi's neck, threatening a scruff if you don't behave, guiding you into the house. And you know that touch sets the police down and satisfied.

A pack alpha like that- I'd rather take a night in a cell you hear them whisper as they turn, heavy booths thudding down the steps. Hoseok pauses, a louder- deeper growl sparking to life in his chest like rolling thunder. How dare they- how dare they judge Namjoon-

Seokjin's arm tightens around Hobi’s waist cutting off the sound.

Jimin is there in the doorway as Namjoon and Jin muscle you through. Staying hidden. Probably because Namjoon and Jin doubted that he could be civil during a time like this. He’s jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, wound up by the presence of the police. The officers flash their lights once and only once as they pull away from your house. Jimin watches as he pulls down the blinds.

The floorboards creek under your feet as you sway. There are only two lights lit on the ground floor. The lamp by the couch and the one by the coffee pot. Both yellow, both honey. And it sends the 5 of you into dulcet chiaroscuro. Namjoon's face is all shadows and honey as his lip lifts in a snarl and he scrubs a hand over his cheeks. trying to get a handle on his instincts before he lashes out.

Your heart thumps hard in your chest as you watch him and he watches you.

You clear your throat, and your voice comes out tight, hissing. "Where's Tae and Yoongi and Jungkookie?" You ask him, anxiety bleeding down the back of your neck. No one answers your question. No one has any reaction and it’s like you haven’t spoken at all.

Namjoon is a man on a mission, pulls you into the center of the room and unzips your sweatshirt and strips it off of you efficiently. Checking for marks on your arms, your throat, the nape of your neck- looking. But he finds no evidence of hurt or impropriety. Not even a fucking hickey.

He drops to his knees to check your stomach- some alpha part of him that can’t avoid the temptation- itching and fighting to get out as he lifts the hem of your shirt. Hands circle your hips, checking for bruises, checking your knees, your hips, and your calves. Checking for anything.

He looks up at you from the floor, hands gripping the back of your knees.

“Did they touch you pup?”

Hobi shifts uneasily from foot to foot. "I was watching her the whole time-"

“No. Alpha-”

Jimin’s eyes flash in the darkness, “thought you were going to punch them hyung.” But even though he teases, Jimin’s scent is still sour, everyone’s is.

“Would have,” Namjoon grits out. It takes a special sort of devotion to make a gentle man violent. But you’ve never been gladder for Namjoon’s gentleness as you are now.

It rushes over you- everything that’s happened; Watching Hobi get yanked from the car by his shoulder and pushed up against the side of the car. Having to pull on your pants in the dark parking lot with a flashlight on you and some man behind it. Watched. Hunted.

A knot builds in your chest, and you don’t cry- you won’t cry but-

Jin’s hands brush your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your shoulders. “You’re gonna be alright pup- it’s alright-“

Your lower lips quivers. “Ask me my color.”

Namjoon is still on his knees below you and jolts at hearing your words. Jaw rolling as he looks up at you and chews through them. Both Jimin and Hobi's faces jerk in your direction, eyes wide. Nervous. jin's eyelashes just flutter, a purr building in his chest. soothing your fried and anxious scent.

“Ask me Jin- please-” Your voice cracks, wobbles.

Jin’s tentative, and behind him you see Jimin's gaze anxiously darting between the pack alpha and omega.

But you're trembling there, so unmoored, and all you want is someone to tell you how to feel, what to do, what to say, and how to sit. Everything. You want someone to decide what you need for you, to make your choices for you.

Jin eyes you, flickering down to your heaving chest as he pets gently over your collarbones with the back of his hand. Shushing you while he thinks. Is this what you’re asking for- what you need? Do you really need a scene from them right now? Do you really want to submit after something like that?

Yes, in any way you’ll let me. I just need to stop thinking about what just happened. I don’t want to. Please don’t make me tell you. Don’t make me relive it. I just want to forget. Can you make me stop thinking? Can you fuck it out of me?

Jin's thumb hovers on your lower lip, like he needs to feel as well as hear you say it. “What’s your color pup?”

“Green” your voice breaks, and Jin pauses. he looks at you for a singular long moment and then down at Namjoon.

Namjoon’s hands run down the front of your thighs once more to your knees and then back up again before he pops back up onto his feet. Towering over you and turning your hands over and over again in his. The marks that crisscross your palms look pink and threatening. But Namjoon knows that they haven’t bothered you in weeks.

Namjoon moves from you to Hobi, going not for his hands but to the hem of his shirt. Stripping it off of him, Hobi puts his arms up for him, obedient. His hair fluffy when he comes out the other side.

Namjoon presses the shirt to his nose and although it’s dry from your slick and squirt now- you blush, aware of what he must be able to scent on it. Of what Namjoon must be able to scent on both of you. The evidence of your indiscretion and the misery that followed

The pack alpha’s coffee scent spikes wildly, thick and musky- dizzying, making you teeter to the point where Jimin rests a hand on your elbow to steady you.

Hobi's arms rise with goosebumps as Namjoon palms him blatantly between his legs. Feeling for his cock, feeling for a still inflated knot. finding it sweet and heavy and lonely between his thighs. Hobi’s lower lash line is wet but his whole body jerks into Namjoon's hand as he gasps. But he stays mostly still at Namjoon's inspection.

“Green,” he says before Namjoon even has to open his mouth.

"Such a good pup, saying it before he's even asked. how eager, how needy." Jin praises, still petting over your collarbones, eyeing your throat with a keen light in his eyes that you haven't seen in months. Namjoon seems to have the same idea. Stares hobi down before jerking his head and looking at Jimin, standing at the ready, eager to be of use.

"Go get their collars. Please Minnie." It's the only time Namjoon will ask so nicely for something tonight. Hobi lets out a belated whine that cuts off at Namjoon's look, "settle." Namjoons shoulders straighten and he's still holding Hobi's cock, staring into his eyes until Hobi bears his throat with another noise, a pupish whine.

You don't know if you've ever heard Hobi sound like that. You wonder if you sound like that- when you're under Namjoon's thumb. There is nothing in his face left of the boy who teased you until you were shaking a few short hours ago. But somehow you still can't tear your eyes away from them.

Maybe Hobi needs this just as much as you do, which is why he's letting it happen.

Namjoon is so big compared to Hobi, at least a head taller and so much wider. He's such a big alpha. Hobi knows it too- He grits his teeth. Bares them at the pack alpha in challenge. An invitation if you’ve ever seen one, Namjoon just scoffs at the show of aggression.

"If you do not settle puppy, Alpha will make you and you will not like it."

Hoseok just growls again, louder.

They stand off like that, Namjoon’s jaw rolls and You stand there, mindful not to move, as Jin shuts the blinds and Namjoon lets go of Hobi roughly and then takes off his dark blue suit jacket, folding it gently over the back of the couch. Every movement is smooth and measured. He might be the angriest you've ever seen him, but Namjoon is still taking pains not to spook you.

Namjoon moves in your direction and Hobi growls. A real growl this time a warning.

Namjoon just looks at him and grins, bearing his teeth, a little feral. "Alright- if that's how you want to play it pup then so be it. You need to remember who you belong to- who you both belong to."

Namjoon undoes his cufflinks, letting them fall to the floor with a metallic pop. His eyes are dark and hot on you. "To answer your question pup- a certain photo made Jungkook too riled up to wait. They're taking care of him upstairs. He wanted to make sure the nest was warm for you- said you’d need it with how angry we were."

You swallow, silent for a moment- turning to Jimin, reappearing in the doorway, "you didn't-"

Jimin shakes his head, blonde hair flopping eyes dark. He's got both your collars in his hands. They look a bit more delicate than you remember. Hoseok's red and yours pink. "Wanted to make sure you were both alright."

You swallow and turn back to Namjoon. It's a real struggle not to burst into tears. "Tae asked me to wait up with you, to help-" he cuts himself off with a look at namjoons face.

you swallow through a thick lump in your throat.

As the pack's subs- it's harder for them to let you and Hobi play on your own without worrying and checking. On a good day this would have resulted in something similar, less rough- but something similar. And today has not been a good day- not by a long shot.

It’s no secret that both of you need a guiding hand. A guiding hand that you both haven't gotten or had in the last few months but one that you’ve needed. Submissive and packmate neglect isn't something that Namjoon takes lightly.

Namjoon’s hand directs your chin up so that you have to look him in the eyes.

“Riling us up is all fun and good- but I do trust you to be safe pup- not only with yourselves- but with us too.” You can hardly keep Namjoon’s gaze with the disappointment evident in his voice, the shame in your chest simmering. Not because he’s wrong and you don’t deserve this scolding, but because you know he’s very very right.  

His voice rises in pitch, his anger sparking from flares to a controlled burn. “involving the police when things have finally calmed down- to do something that stupid out of your need for some teenage rebellion. Do you know what might happen? What might happen to all of us if someone finds out-"

Namjoon doesn’t raise his voice, never. Not in anger and not in anguish but he gets close now. Voice rising both in pitch and tone. Cutting himself off before he truly shouts at you.

He strokes down your cheek lovingly, gently after he gets a handle on his tone.

“I know you are not dumb; I know you’re not stupid- but maybe I’ve been underestimating the amount of guidance you both need.” Namjoon pets your cheek with a finger, gentle. a little incredulous, like he seriously can't believe it, like he doesn't know- "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Hobi and I- we were just- we just wanted to have fun-"

"You could have done it in the fucking house-" Namjoon bites out.

"No, no I couldn't have." You are stubborn for once, unflinching. It's times like this that you’re always the most honest. When you’re so brought down that you have no choice but to be.

Your voice rises, even though you don’t want it to.

"This place is so stuffy with guilt these days that I can't even breathe Namjoon, I can't breathe without wondering who is mad at me and for what- Yoongi-" You slip, looking down and away, looking at Hobi who looks like he might cry too. "I can't- I can't come to you with this because you're still angry at me- I know you're still angry at me-"

Namjoon is too stricken to speak, too stricken to do much more than clutch at you.

"Asking for a punishment is easier, asking for a punishment is easier because at least I know you won't give me something that you don't want-"

You know better than most that respecting people's boundaries means you won't always get what you need. And to have Namjoon disregard that when you know that he values boundaries as much as you do-

You won't be like them. Like Moonbyul or Geumjae or any past lovers that might have traipsed over boundaries and justified it by calling it a need. You won't have Namjoon disregard that either. To call what you and Hobi did a mistake and a 'should have' when it's so much more than that.

It's Hobi who speaks, imploringly "Alpha."

Namjoon turns to Hobi, “You are one of my alpha’s," he turns back to you "My omega, you are mine.” Namjoon’s voice goes honey-soft when he says it, and a flush rises high on Hobi’s cheeks.

“My anger is not something I want to matter as much as your needs. I want you to feel that I love you- always. And this is how I show it, if you felt you couldn't come to me just because-" Namjoon's voice is thick with emotion and he closes his eyes, stealing himself Namjoon's teeth dig into his lower lip, glancing back at Hobi.

"I expect you to know when to stop and when keep going. If you do not understand the line between agency and safety, the line between my anger and my love for you, I will need to show you again.”

There is red leather in Jin's hands, shiny in the darkness. He’s got yours as well- small and pink and delicate looking next to Hobi’s classic collar. You’ve almost forgotten what it’s looked like- it’s been so long since the pack has used it on you. Jin does not move to fasten it around Hobi’s neck yet. Just perches on the arm of the couch.

“Color?” He asks again, because he can’t not double-check after an outburst like that. Your bell tinkles in his hands as he turns it over. You almost flinch at the sound of it, almost.

Hobi’s a little breathless, chest heaving, instincts clearly running wild. “Green”

it takes you a second longer. They wait, Jimin strokes a hand down your back, gently. “Green.” It’s small and it’s soft, but you give it. You’d say no if you didn’t want it.

Your body is shaking- you feel so unmoored, so unsettled. Namjoon is angry at you and it doesn't matter. He says it doesn't and you should believe him. Still- you’re willing to do anything to get him close, to be forgiven.

"What do you need?" namjoon asks you it without pre-amble, without expectation.

"I don't want to think anymore, I don't want to be afraid, can you" you hesitate, "Can you fuck it out of me?"

Namjoon spends another second watching you, waiting. But then he plunges on ahead. Letting the full weight of his scent ripple out, heavenly and thick. Intoxicating. 

"Kneel. Now. Both of you."

Your legs go weak and you plummet without your say-so. Jimin is close at your elbow, catching you as soon as you fall, guiding you softly to the floor so you don’t hurt your knees. Huffing a quiet laugh. Your face remains upturned in Namjoon's direction. Unable to look away.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jin stride over to you and Hobi. where you kneel side by side. His usually comforting omega pheromones are rancid. He cups your cheeks, turning you away from Namjoon to look at him.

He dangles the collar in front of you teasingly.

"You both have to earn your collars today- Both of you- on the couch" You aim to get up on your feed but Jin keeps you down with a soft hand on the top of your head.  "No, you'll crawl."

humiliation makes your breath hitch, but you you jerk forward, shuffling across the floor until Jin stops you yet again with a quiet laugh. "Not yet puppy, wait- stay-"

You can't possibly know that crawling is something that the others often make Hobi do in puppy space. He is no stranger to this. But you do recognize the wild glassiness as something else other than subspace when you look over at him tentatively, hoping that he's not looking at you, hoping that he's following their commands just like you are. It's substantially less embarrassing with him by your side.

Huh, you like this. You like kneeling with Hobi, it makes you feel fuzzy, it makes you feel safe- in a way that subbing alone or subbing with just Jungkook hadn't- maybe.

Maybe it's because Hobi is an alpha. 

"Stay." Jin commands, a hand up, and you feel like your whole body is on fire as the three of them, Jin, Namjoon, and Jimin, go to sit on the couch, taking their time while you both kneel. A loud keening noise punctures the quiet as you watch them walk away from you, and it takes you a breath to realize it came from your own throat.

“Stay, good puppies.”

The bubble in your throat bursts and you let out a held breath. Shaky.

Namjoon's thighs splay to show his generous hardness tenting in his slacks, Jin sits daintier, one leg crossed over the other and his robe re-tucked. Jimin shifts uneasily, hands on his knees, eyes darting from you to Namjoon who stares you down.

You watch delicately, as Jin laces his hand with Namjoon's, smoothing the other up and down Jimin's thigh. The other alpha's hardness isn't so obvious. But the scent of Jinnie's slick joins your own looping through the air like the scent of fresh baked goods on a hot summer's day. Sweet and enticing.

All you have to do is not move until Hobi does.

You keen again, and it goes unacknowledged again. Hobi's knuckles brush against the floor hard as he shifts his weight. The pack alpha and pack omega hold their breath.

"Okay, now."

Hoseok goes quicker than you do, you're a little slow, a little sluggish, a little dumb under the weight of whatever Namjoon's pheromones are doing to you. Your cheeks feel like they're on fire and your gaze is downturned as you crawl to them. The humiliation of it bleeding down your chest and back as you fail to meet their gaze as you go. Stopping only when you're in between Namjoon and Jin's feet. Hobi's thigh pressed against yours.

You watch as Jin fastens the red collar around Hobi's neck. The gold metal dog bone-shaped charm on the end rests against the hollow of his throat is so pretty. When he looks up at Jin, there is nothing but utter devotion in his eyes, it's so beautiful it makes you a little breathless.

As you watch the words on the charm catch the light, 'good boy' it reads.

"Good girl." Your gaze is drawn back to Namjoon and you feel your own collar fastened around the back of your neck. Jimin’s hands making quick work of the buckle. Not the pack alpha, although he does tug at the bell at the front, making it jingle. Removing it after a second.

Too much excess noise- maybe for those upstairs. Namjoon has no idea if they’ve finished yet but it’s late enough for them to be asleep.

Jin tugs at your collar, one hand looped through yours, the other Hobi’s. Hobi goes where Jin pulls him, as easy as breathing. You’re a little more stumbly, setting a hand on his knee to stop yourself from face-planting into it (you wouldn’t have hit it hard, you’re just very wobbly right now).

Jin lets you catch your breath (you’re panting a little too heavy already and they haven’t even begun) before pulling you cheek-to-cheek with Hobi. Jin does it for seemingly no reason, pulling you this way and that just to see if you'll follow until you're cheek to cheek with him. Until you can feel more than see hobi's grin.

It feels a bit like an owner showing their pet what they did wrong. A little humiliating where it not for the way Hobi squeezes your hip reassuringly. Jin's fingers toy with the back of your collar before threading through your hair, the other in Hobi's, scratching his scalp hard. Hobi tips his head back into the touch.

Your eyelashes flutter- head pets do feel really really good-

Jin's long fingers go tight in your hair, and he starts to tug you back to Hobi again. "Give her a kiss puppy, as a thank you for asking for a scene so sweetly. Show her how good puppies give kisses."

Your eyelashes flutter, and you barely catch the deep red flush on Hobi's cheeks- that matches the collar around his throat- before he follows Jin's command.

It's different than the kisses you shared in the car- so much more involved. Hobi's jaw works and his tongue- the way he laps into your mouth- licks blindly and sloppy, is messy- but it's good- the tip of your tongue teases his sharp canines and he tastes musky and satisfied, the fear and anger edging away bit by bit.

He bites your lower lip, smarting. Painful enough that you gasp and lean further into him. You like it when he bites, maybe a little too much- the shock- the zinging pain of being marked, the ache that stays there and lets you know you'll wear his bruises later.

Jin pulls him back with a savage jerk. "No biting, bad puppy." but Hoseok is grinning, eyes a little hazy, and you know you must be his mirror, reaching, reaching to touch.

Jin laughs softly as he shakes you slightly once for good measure, keeping you at arm's length from the very alpha that earned you this punishment. Shaking you gently. Before he lets you go, letting you sag against Namjoon's thigh and into his hands, the pack alpha shushes you, murmurs out a ‘good pup’ that makes you feel like you’re melting, scratching gently down your shoulders, between the straps of your tank top.

Jin’s eyes are flinty in the darkness. Dom space has never looked quite so brutal, quite so beautiful either. Jin sets his elbows on his knees and stares down at you until you whimper and look away. Hiding your face in Namjoon’s thigh.

"Minnie, take the pups out of their clothes. Just her pants, I think the pup needs a little cover." You gulp.

He's right, goosebumps form up and down your arms. You're not sure how Jimin gets you out of them- picking you up by the loops in your pants and draping you filthy and quick over Namjoon's thigh (an impressive feat of strength) yanking them off with a laugh as you kick your legs a little- just so that Jin can grab them to keep them still, just so that Hobi can put his teeth against your thigh to make you stay.

 "No puppy- bad- i said no biting." Your panties are just as wet and filthy with cum and slick as they were in the car nearly an hour ago. Your cunt flutters around nothing at a bit of rough treatment. Forcing more of the mess out. Seeping. Turning the fabric dark with a mix of slick and cum and squirt.

Jimin pries them apart to point it out to namjoon and jin and your hand goes tight on the pack alphas waist. glad that they can't see your face as they praise you. How you whimper and grow teary eyed a the humiliation of being put on display.

"Wow Hobi- how many times did you even make her cum?"

"Yeah she's like- totally ruined." They snap the band meanly- but they leave them on. Someone spankings you just once, brief, gentle- you hardly feel the sting. Before they place you gently back on the floor- this time properly between Namjoon's legs.

But it’s not really rough- it’s delicate. The way that Namjoon and Jin tug at your collar. The dark cushion that Namjoon sets down for your knees. Hobi doesn’t get a cushion and it takes you a second to figure out why.

He won’t be kneeling for long.

You might like it a little too much, having them manhandle you. Keeping you there on the floor below them- below the hum of conversation, not excluded but not expected to participate. Reassuringly just at the edge of their touch. Namjoon's fingers stay tucked into your collar, just at your scent gland, rubbing into it reassuringly.

Jimin is a good alpha and disrobes Hobi with just as much fussing.

Letting the other alpha growl and fight back until Jimin has to put real effort into pining Hobi to the floor. Ripping off his boxers with a clean jerk and a loud tearing sound. Laughing all the while- clearly enjoying himself as Hobi’s growls become needy whines and the knee between his leg grinds down.

His cock flicks and jerks as Jimin holds him there. His nose is pressed to the ground until he stops fighting back. Arms and shoulders flexing with definition. Determination flagging.

-Omegas watching have to show omega- have to show- but- but Minnie's too strong- it feels too good to let him set his teeth on Hobi's neck. To go limp at the attention. Jiminie is just- he's-

Hobi is spinning, dazed. Too dazed to notice your staring, the fresh pulse of slick in the air as you watch him. Peaking over Namjoon's thigh nervously to watch the scuffle. It feels too good to submit. To let go of the rioting animal thing in his chest and just give in.

You'd be nervous if Jimin's touch didn't go soft, didn't go sweet as he pets up and down Hobi's cheek. "There you go puppy- just needed to know alpha's here, right?"

Hobi trembles as he leans into Jimin's hands. He's still shaking when Jimin puts him gently back in between Jin's parted thighs.

It's only with Hobi completely bare that Jimin settles back against the couch. legs parted wide, cock so obviously hard between his legs tenting his black pajama pants. It's hard to miss it.

Hard and aching. You wonder if it hurts to be so turned on- to poke out like that.

You blink, first looking from Hobi, where he sits more docile and even more dazed looking than before to Namjoon above you, watching with a satisfied glint in his eyes. And you realize he was poised to step in if Jimin failed to settle him. He let Jimin take the job of settling. Let him- because he likes it.

Namjoon catches you watching, stroking down your neck in question. "I didn't realize the wrestling was like- a sex thing," You mutter, soft.

"It's not always," Jimin says, at the same time Jin snorts and says "Of course it was a sex thing." 

Hobi’s a little dazed, not responding to your words and it takes a glance for you to realize that oh- he’s somewhere else. His eyes are wide and upturned, glassy as he looks at Jin. He looks at Jin the same way that Jimin looks at Tae when she’s not looking. Utter devotion and more.

Hobi's good. He keeps his hands between his parted thighs at Jin’s feet. Not touching his cock, hard and arching up towards his stomach. All but shaking his ass to mime a wagging tail (you wonder if he's got one somewhere in the boxes in the other room). When Jin touches his cheek, Hobi whines and laps at his fingers.

“Good puppy” Namjoon croons from above you, eyes sharp on Hobi, glancing at you when he catches you watching. “Such a good example”  

After a second. You put your own hands between your parted thighs and push up on them. Mimicking his posture and arching your spine. looking back up at Namjoon for approval.

"Good pup, just like that."

Jin continues to pet Hobi, up and down the side of his face, scratching the top of his head. And Hobi continues to push into his hands. Eyes fluttering closed. The touches indulgent and certainly a reward.

Jin’s supposed to be angry; he’s supposed to be punishing you- but sue him- Seokjin has missed his puppy, his good boy. He’s going to take every opportunity for some much-needed daddy/dog time.

"Now, do you want to tell me what made you fuck like a mutt during a rut in a car where anyone could see you? Or do I have to spank it out of you?"

"We just- I- we went to the store and-"

Hobi whines loudly cutting you off, Jimin is massaging at his scent gland, leaning low to teethe at it while Jin pets through his hair. Hands skimming down, over his chest and then the skinny almost abs that Hobi's always had.

You know that Jin has his hands on his cock when Hobi seizes up. Eyes fluttering in relief. Lips parting, tongue pressing between his lips but not lolling out quite yet.

He pumps Hobi hard, once, twice. And Namjoon lets you watch. Peeking over his thigh, chin perched there, stroking down your cheek. He lets you watch Hobi jerk when Jin takes a hand off of him. Letting out a half gasp and half whimper.

The pack omega changes his mind, looking down at the bit of pre-cum on his fingers. Almost purring. Purring because even after having you twice, Hobi is still weak for his pack omega.

You squirm, rubbing your legs together, and Namjoon tuts, nudging your thighs apart with one of his shiny leather dress shoes. "No pup."

"Actually, I don't think we should spank them, I think that would be too much of a treat." Jimin taunts.

"I agree," Jin says, petting through Hobi’s hair, tugging it this way and that roughly.

Jin notices your confused expression, and he tips your chin up to his. "If you're going to fuck and tease like a mutt without thought then we're going to treat you like one puppy. Only good pups get treats."

Hoseok whines, so far down that he can't verbally respond, you stutter, trying to form words. More cognizant but still stumbling, struggling to meet Namjoon's eyes when you look up at him.

It's easier to stare elsewhere, not over at Jimin, who has one hand between his own legs and the other loosely wrapped around Jin's waist, chin resting on the omega's shoulder, fingers toying with the closure of his robe and the smooth planes of his chest revealed by the plunging neckline. That delicate clavicle that you are only too accustomed to- that you are only too hungry for in omegaspace.

It might take one last push to get you there. But Namjoon and Jin have always been fans of getting you down gently. Not plummeting.

“Tell Alpha,” Namjoon asks, directing your gaze back to him. Your cheeks cradled in both of his wide palms. You’re dimly aware of Seokjin ushering Hobi up onto the couch, but you stay right where you are.

Namjoon’s legs part wider, and you rest your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him. Even though he’s glowering down at you, you’ve never felt safer- here at the pack alpha's feet, within the careful circle of his long legs. Really- your alphas are all a force of nature, all so big and tall and strong. The kind of strength that makes you want to bear your throat and let them do with you what they want. 

Those cops out there didn’t stand a chance. If this was the olden days, Namjoon wouldn’t have hesitated to get violent on your behalf.

He smells so good- you can feel and taste it on your teeth.

"No no no- no biting. Pup-" Namjoon catches you, his voice shifting from angry to exasperated. You don't know how you didn't realize that you'd subconsciously started to go and bite his thigh. Stopped at the last second by his hands, your teeth skimming the smooth silk taper.

It's not your fault, Namjoon is very nibbleable.

Jimin laughs, and even Namjoon can't resist cracking a smile- "just let her have a nibble Namjoon-"

“Tell Alpha what you did in the car.” Hobi whines loudly, and you know that words are hard for him. That it’s hard for him to talk when his mind is scrambled like this.

“Hoseok-“

“Puppy” Namjoon corrects.

“Puppy he- we just-“ You stutter, lost for words, and Namjoon waits for a breath longer before he leans forward. Reaching wordlessly between your legs. Your panties are still on, clinging to the dampness there. Namjoon sets his fingers over you and doesn't move them. You whine. He has to reach so far down that he's practically nose-to-nose with you.

“Do you want me to tell you what I think happened pup?”

You nod, your nose brushes his cheek, and he pets softly between your legs. You’re so sensitive that you can’t help but gasp a little. “I think you let the puppy put his little cock and knot in this sweet hole right here. I think you let him mount you where anyone could see. I think he gave it to you good and sweet because you’re both normally very good and very sweet and I think it made him very very happy to tease alpha like this.”

You know that Hoseok isn't really small- at least not by alpha standards. But compared to Namjoon, to the length that's all but vulgar in the way it's swelled in his slacks, the thin silk that clings to it- compared to that- Hoseok is quite small. 

You shake your head, and Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Did it happen differently? Did you make him beg for your cute little hole?”

“You- you said that he gave it- but he didn’t-“ Namjoon raises an eyebrow, stroking gently down the side of your face. “I was on top.”

Namjoon looks so fast at Hobi perched in Jin's lap he thinks it might as well have given him whiplash. Jimin’s hand in Hobi’s hair pulls tight, tilting his neck back so that Jin can nuzzle mindlessly into his scent gland. All while his hands drift up and down Hobi's hips, avoiding the one hot and hard place between his thighs, although Hoseok's cock twitches every time Jin's hands wander even the least bit close.

Everyone is quiet for a moment.

And then Jin flicks Hobi's cock, gently. But Hobi still jerks near violent. Like an alpha possessed. Unable to control the way his body contorts. His gasp loud, pained, but his cock doesn't flag at all- if anything- it only looks like he grows harder.

Jin does it again just to watch him sqirm and flinch. "Bratty little pup- making her do all the work. I thought my good little puppy alpha knew how to be a good packmate, or do you need another lesson? does alpha need to show you how to knot?"

Your hips twitch and the motion isn't missed, Namjoon looks back at you finally- “Oh? Do you want to show Alpha how you rode the puppy’s cock?” You stutter- confused at what he means, until Namjoon keeps his hand on your shoulder and tips up the edge of his dress shoe and taps the inside of your thigh.

"Go on pup, show me how you rode him. You haven't earned a real cock yet so you'll have to make due."

At this angle, you can grip his knee to your chest, can hug Namjoon's calf, and pull yourself up on your knees the same way you did in the car. You short circuit- and you don’t know how to continue until Namjoon pulls you closer by your shoulders, half bent over, so that your front sits against his leg, hot and thick and powerful.

Only then does he sit back and reach for the button of his slacks, popping it open. “Go on pup, you were so eager to show us earlier- don't get shy on me now"

You start, moving your hips in simple little circles at first. Shy. looking up at him for approval that you're doing it right. Namjoon tugs at your collar, guiding you until you find your rhythm with a deep pleased growl.

It feels strange to do it, especially with all of them watching you. As you set your pussy over Namjoon's shoe and start to move. It's good- even if it's humiliating, all of this talk and manhandling has left you sticky and sensitive.

“Wait,” Jin says, reaching down, craning to get his hand between your thighs, slipping under your panties and pulling back with wet glistening fingers.

It's not only slick but a bit of Hobi's cum too. Jin tuts, spreading his fingers. Showing Namjoon and Jimin the translucent and cloudy in places threads that connect the wetness on his fingers. You shudder as you watch Jimin lick his lips, and feel Namjoon vibrate with a growl.

"Don't even try it Minnie-"

Jimin pouts, plush lips catching the light, "Wasn't going to-"

Hoseok just growls. Namjoon taps your chin and you go back to getting off on his thigh, trying to hide your little gasps every time you get the drag right. You don't pay attention to the alphas, you just look at Jin and his fingers- watching and waiting to see what he'll do with them.

Jin continues on like he doesn't have 3 alphas bickering over his slick-coated fingers. "I don't think you'll have any more cum left for me puppy, might have to milk it out of you." Jin nearly purrs as he looks over to where you're currently making a mess of Namjoon's shoes, all wet and slick. Rubbing your cunt all over him without a care in the world.

"What a needy little omega I've got- taking all of it and leaving none for Jinnie."

"Didn't mean to didn't-" Namjoon's fingers pinch your cheeks until your words go muffled. All mean and almost laughing at you for it. You might cry with how wound up you felt.

"No fibbing my little pup- we both know you probably loved it when puppy made you wet and messy. You both had to show us."

Hobi's whimpers and squirming starts up again a new. You let out a soft whimper as Hobi strains and Jimin holds him, both his hands held behind his back, on his knees still so that Jin can have unrestricted access to his cock. He's squirmier than you. Teeth bared, still fighting.

Jin’s hand must feel very very good because no sooner is the pack omega putting his slick hand to Hobi’s cock than is he squirming harder than ever. Fighting to get closer, fighting for more.

Jin’s hands move up and down Hobi’s cock, as he eyes his gnashing teeth. Taking none of it- not the growls or the snarls or the whimpers to heart, just leaning his cheek on his clean hand while his other goes up and down over Hobi's cock. Your slick makes the glide smooth and easy as he fucks up and down slowly, stopping occasionally to rub under the head until Hoseok is panting until his hips can’t up and-

Jin takes his hands off with a flick of his wrist, almost animated, and Hobi jerks violently as his orgasm slips away.

You whine too, and Namjoon makes a questioning hum in his voice. 'Wanna see puppy get all messy, wanna see him make Jinnie hands all messy too- Jinnie has pretty hands don't you think so alpha? Pretty pretty Jinnie Jinnie- pretty."

Namjoon laughs, and lovingly strokes down your cheek. You blink away the words, babbling when you're unaware that you are is one of the cutest ways that your omega space presents. Namjoon doesn't think he'll ever tire of how honest you get when you start to go into omegaspace. The way your thoughts just come out all at once.

The tips of Jin's ears are red, and Jimin nuzzles into them. Jin's hand goes extra extra mean on Hobi the drag tight and wet and so good it makes him want to cry when Jin takes his hands away again. Namjoon eggs you on.

"There's my pretty little pup. I know you want to see our beautiful pack omega- but punishments are punishments for a reason pup. You both have to earn it." Jin flushes at Namjoon calling him beautiful but you almost don’t catch it, too busy rubbing one out on Namjoon's shoe and nodding. Agreeing with what Alpha says because your alpha is very very smart and very very trustworthy.

Your chest is tight, and you're breathing heavy until Namjoon guides you to rest your cheek against his thigh oh so close to his cock. to where his hand moves. Your breath goes easy and sweet, soothed. A tight knot in your chest all but unraveled. Your rhythmic movements as you grind against his pant leg and shoe background noise to your frizzled mind. Namjoon's got you- you don't need to think about whether or not it's time to cum because he will tell you when you can.

Just like Jinnie's doing with Hobi right now. 

Jin stares at his pinking-up cock with that disapproving lilt to his eyes, all mean in the way that makes parts of you all melty. He waits for Hoseok's panting to go gentle before he starts up again. Just as slow and just as meticulously.

He goes like that, edging Hobi, bringing him just there, just a little more but always stops when Hobi’s tummy twitches and he grits his teeth. Jin can read his tells well- the wide panic in his face of an orgasm that comes on too strong, too fast, too quick.

Hobi's cock goes pink and then red after a few minutes. His taught muscles hard and shaking with the strength of his denied pleasure. Jin edges him again and Hobi's cock twitches, knot trying but failing to inflate on its own. Arms straining against Jimin's hold. Still fighting.

Jin won't let him cum until he gives up and goes pliant.

"No Hobi- a few more pup- and then you'll be forgiven." Hoseok is a good sub, you never would have known it, but he doesn't squirm after the first few- surrendering himself to Jin's touch and Jimin's quiet hold. You keep moving your hips under Namjoon's quiet guidance, your cheek resting on his thigh to watch, his own hand moving against his cock. Hard peeking out from the waistband of his slacks. Watching as Hobi gets more and more desperate.

It’s pretty- the way he jerks and moves- like the pleasure has a mind of his own. Sweat drips down his midline, and Jimin's fingers keep Hoseok restrained. Although you sense that's more just so Hobi feels him.

“Don’t cum without alpha’s say so puppy.”

Namjoon's thigh is warm under your cheek, “Yes alpha.”

His hands are in your hair, gentle. Holding you close and keeping you pressed against his thigh. “Are you close pup?”

“A little,” you admit. You're not really- but it does feel good enough that you know you could cum, if they left you to this for a few more minutes- if Namjoon praised you a little bit. You're hungry for it.

Namjoon growls, satisfied. “Go slower then, lean back so I can see. Show alpha how good you are."

You lean back on your hands and Namjoon watches, grinning. The flush on your cheeks is something he touches, something he pinches, while he works his cock and you ride. Namjoon eats up your small sighs and quiet hiccups of pleasure.

“Such pretty pups I have, such pretty little pups,” he croons, almost more to himself than to you. After watching a little He pulls you back to rest closer, more firmly between your thighs. “Just stay here and watch Jinnie take Hobi apart, will only take a few more minutes pup- can you keep from cumming until then?”

“Yes alpha, won’t cum, promise.”

“Good pup.”

Hobi’s trembling gets harder and harder with every edge. He must be nearing half a dozen by now. It gets even worse when Jimin snakes his hands around to the front and starts toying with his chest. It must be an alpha thing, because you're pretty sure he wouldn't have the same reaction if you tried it. Jimin flicks Hobi's small nipples, and his cock twitches, dripping fresh pre-cum that Jin rubs into his skin. So wet and slick it makes a sound.

He gives him a breather, but isn't much of a breather at all when his touch treads down, examining all of Hobi- every inch. Beyond a neatly trimmed touch of hair that you know must be Jin's handy work- he keeps all the alphas very well groomed- Tae and Namjoon shave- but Hobi and jimin keep themselves just nicely trimmed. Pretty.

"Did you leave any for your pack omega Hobi, or did you give it all to her little cunt? Did it feel good? Pup is so warm and wet all the time- I bet she made a mess first."

You whimper, and Namjoon hooks a thumb into your mouth to press the pad of his finger against your tongue, just keeping his fingers there. And you part your lips wider. His own fist still moving up and down around the head of his cock. So wide that even Namjoon’s big hands can hardly go around it.

You wonder if the slide is too dry- you could make it wet for him, the same way you did with Hobi. You suck, soothing the wild want in your chest.

Hobi's mouth finally cooperates, finally sorts through the mess of good puppy, good boy, have to be a good boy, as he jerks away from what surely would have been a painfully needed orgasm.

"Yes! I did, I just-" Jin flicks the head of Hobi’s cock again and he flinches so hard that Jimin has to scruff him, turning his body limp, and he gives a wet sob, there is no remnant of the alpha that teased you until you were shaking earlier. But if anything- it's just as alluring. You can't look away, can't decide what to look at, Namjoon's big cock just in front of your face- or Hobi’s tearful jerking as Jin denies him an orgasm once again.

("Can you do that to me eventually?" You'll ask eventually, tomorrow maybe. In the nest, soft, pressed to Jin's chest, the safest place in the universe for pups that are still coming up, still feeling the after-effects of all of all this submission. hazy and trusting and boneless at your edges. "What? Edge you? You want to try it?" and Jin will giggle, and nip at your nose playfully. "Careful what you ask for honey.")   He cries, but you know that it’s not your job to worry about that right now. “Want alpha.” You say, hugging Namjoon’s leg to your chest like a lifeline. You’re not sure you could stand if you wanted to. The pleasure is secondary to the submission like this.

“Want alpha to make puppy full- want knot here" you touch your stomach, and every alpha in the room growls. "please alpha, knot-“ you babble, but break off the second Namjoon turns his disapproving stare back to you.

“No pup. Not tonight.”

You whine but Namjoon doesn’t do anything but continue to work his cock hard and fast. You open your mouth, eyes fluttering closed, and Namjoon’s thumb presses on your lower lip, sort of in warning, sort of in fascination.

For once you actually wouldn't mind sucking him off, not if it was like this. With you safely under Namjoon’s thumb. Before- blowjobs had been a source of anxiety and trauma for you. But right now- you are so neglected, so riled up and so far down in subspace that you want things you wouldn't ordinarily. Maybe if you're good alpha will-

Namjoon knows this, and stops you before you can bully your way between his legs. "No pup." You whine petulantly and Namjoon soothes away the tears at the corner of your eyes. "Don't act like I’m being mean, it wouldn't fit pup, your mouth is too small for me."

"But- but- Pup could try-"

Jimin’s tone is dark and when you look at him, he's glaring. "Alpha said no pup. I thought you wanted to be a good little pup."

Jin clicks his tongue, "Your size kink is showing."

They're chagrined but not really, Namjoon lifts up the heel of his shoe, far enough that the toe hits your clothed pussy again and you chirp, clinging to his thigh. "Don't-" you cut yourself off, distracted by the way that Namjoon's fisting his cock, Namjoon might be fucking massive- but it's also pretty and veiny, proportional. Pink at the tip and dewy. You’d stopped grinding. Too distracted. Too small-minded.

"If you stop grinding pup I stop touching, you don't want to deny both of your alphas their pleasure, do you? Don't you want to be good."

You do want to be good and you're plummeting. Your brain starts to hinge on Namjoon's every word, alpha pheromones thick and sweet in your throat as you nod and continue to grind against Namjoon's smooth leather shoe. You can't say it's not a good feeling.

Although your hole is already pink and oversensitive from Hobi’s knotting earlier. Your clit had remained neglected then- but not anymore. You drag it wet and twitchy, presses against the wet fabric that clings, over the leather and it does feel good, it does feel sweet.

You continue to grind one out as Namjoon works a hand up and down his cock. Faster now. He's long enough that if he directs it towards you, you can open your mouth and let him tap the head against your tongue.

He does do that, once, twice, and then again for good measure. Namjoon's hand moves faster and faster.

You know he’s done for when you flick your eyes from his cock, and then back up to his face. loling out your tongue. You want it- you want to taste that you make your alpha happy.

When Namjoon cums, it's all over your face and chest, the thin white tank top will easily be stained in places, ruined probably (a shame- since you're pretty sure it's one of Tae's. Your mommy alpha just might take you over her lap for ruining it) It drips down your collar bones and over the top of your chest in thick hot ropes. Namjoon always cums so much. You close your eyes but Namjoon is careful. Aiming most of it at your neck and scent gland. A bit of it gets in your mouth, lips parted, and Namjoon tastes salty and potent.

(Something, something deep in your body clicks finished at that, something that is neither instinct nor biology.)

Namjoon works his cock through his orgasm, fisting his knot that only swells part of the way without an omega around it clamped warm and tight. But still looks cute and puffy at the base of his cock when he lets go with a wince.  Letting you nuzzle into it and press a little kiss there. After a few seconds with him breathing heavy and your hips stilling, he tugs you up onto the couch. Guiding you to sit with your legs apart, giving your sensitive and sticky hole a bit of a break.

Namjoon wraps his arms around you and holds you for a second. Still breathing heavy. Giving you a little squeeze. Behind you- Hobi lets out a broken whimper. He’s too tired to jerk anymore. Cock going from red to almost purple with the strength of his denied orgasms.

Jin stops for a second. Holding Hobi close too- Jimin hooks his chin over Hobi’s shoulder to look down at his angry-looking cock.

Namjoon sits you on his lap and parts your thighs for the others to see the mess you've made of your panties. Skimming the tips of his fingers up to your twitching clit. Guiding your underwear off. You know better than to try and close your thighs. Sagging openly back against his chest and letting him put you on display, without worrying, without thinking. Staring up at him with what you know must be a dazed expression. Namjoon is such a pretty alpha, all of your alphas are so pretty. Jiminie too-

You blink, and when you look, Jimin's cheeks are pink, so pink and flustered that he buries his face in the nape of Hobi's neck. And you know once again you've spoken without realizing you have.

Namjoon's eyes flicker down to his cum on your chest and he wipes it away with a groan, “I’m sorry pup. Alpha should have been more careful about not making you messy.” Jin hums, eyes flashing from you to Hobi and you get the sense that he and Namjoon are communicating without words. Jimin shifts restlessly behind Hobi, holding him less firmly- but he's boneless now, tamed, and stays prostate as Jin shuffles over to you.

There is a towel- from where you don't know- maybe Jimin got it preemptively when he went and retrieve your collars. But it's rough against your cheek as Jin diligently cleans you of the pack alpha's cum- not your chest- but at least your face.

"My poor little puppy, made messy from two alphas already tonight," you pout, nodding up at him. Your hands tangle in the front of his robe, pulling at it petulantly.

"M'empty," you say, a little petulantly, and you are, the hollow ache is there, and you have three perfectly good alphas to fill you. "Want cum, pup's been good? Good puppy?"

Jinnie pecks your nose, "best puppy. My poor little pup, you did so well for Joonie- I think you've earned a little knot," Hobi shuffles forward, perking up, ready for his reward but Jimin jerks him back by his collar again and you've never seen him look so crestfallen.

Behind him, Jimin squirms and you sense it coming when Jin turns to kiss Hobi’s forehead and detangles himself from Jimin. Hobi needs to settle and Jimin-

Jimin needs a reward. For being so good, for keeping Hobi still for the pack omega.

You can feel the alpha's eyes on your pink cunt, a little wet and slick from where you rode Namjoon's shoe still splayed over his leg, on display. Jin beckons you over to them and you push yourself up onto your hands and knees, no longer unsure as you crawl over to the pack omega. You know your chest still has cum on it, that you're still wrecked, you don’t mind it.

Alpha, your instincts hum, I smell like alpha.

Behind Hobi, Jimin watches you with beady eyes, murmuring out a soft "fuck."

“Puppy was so rude earlier, making our little omega do all the work- I feel like I've neglected his education- I’ve neglected to show you puppy how a real alpha breeds an omega.” Jin keeps a hand on Hobi’s collar to keep him from getting to you but he tries anyway.

“Pup,” you look back at him, hands between your legs, back arched, waiting perfectly for his instruction.

“Present for us, let Jiminie see your little hole.”

You know how to make presenting pretty, guided by instinct and the desire to see your pack omega fulfilled as you start to turn and situate yourself on your hands and knees. But as you turn you stop- Namjoon's already moving.

He moves across the room, pulls the ottoman out from where it's tucked sort of by the coffee table, moving it over just in front of them.

It's not a breeding bench, it's really not but- but it could be.

Anxiety bleeds down your chest. You've never used a breeding bench, you've seen them before of course but you've never-

"Don't know- don't know how- Alpha- what are you-"

Namjoon holds out his hand to help you stand. "Alpha will show you pup," You get on your feet, teetering, clutching at the edge of your shirt with an anxious thrum to your bones, but Namjoon- Namjoon's so good as he guides you.

You squirm, unsure, unsure because Jin and Jimin and Hobi are all looking at you and you're anxious about doing it wrong. You get onto the ottoman on your knees but resist it as Namjoon pushes you. You have no chance- you know you could never overpower Namjoon but the resistance makes him pause.

He wraps his arms around your middle, completely disregarding the mess of his cum still on your chest, smearing it without care as he holds you. Pecking your cheek, your lips, your mouth that parts in a needy whine.

"In the olden days, back when people used to use breeding benches to settle fussy omega's like you- they had straps and buckels to keep you presented. To keep you in place. Do you want something like that pup? Do you need it?"

You whine and nod, and Namjoon jerks his chin again, not at you but at Jimin.

You kneel there, partially hidden by the pack alpha, content to be held for a second. While Jimin goes to the other room.

The silk in Jimin's hands reminds you of some of Tae's ribbon, pink too- just like your collar, but braided and strong- it matches the color of your collar and you wonder when they got it. "Yoongi's better at this than I am." Jimin says as he starts to tie your ankles, splaying them apart on either corner of the ottoman. As Namjoon latches a leash to your collar.

You surrender yourself completely to their tugging, the loops that Jimin puts around your ankles, and the way that Namjoon splays your legs wider and then pulls the ropes tight- showing him how to do it, looping them around the legs of the ottoman.

Namjoon leaves your hands free, but it almost doesn't matter with how short the leash is, you can't even lift your chin up off the fabric. It takes them maybe 30 seconds to properly restrain you, and when you try to lift your head, to stop arching your spine- you find you can't move more beyond a little squirming.

Oh- oh. You like this, you like not being able to move, not being able to fight and squirm. It's like a collar only full body, it's like a collar only better.

"There we go- that's a good pup, that feels better right? All settled now?" You whimper, eyes rolling, you like this- you like being restrained.

Namjoon's fingers are long, long enough that he can pry your hole open and show Hobi just how pink and messy your hole is, a bit of cum- the last little bit probably- given how much you've already spilled. Slipping out and down to the nudge of your clit.

Namjoon presses it back inside, and you keen, no longer empty. It's momentary because Namjoon doesn't finger you for long, just checks, just checks that you're open enough to take Jimin's knot. Hot and clenching around his fingers. Worked up already you know you won't take much. You whine loud and petulantly- you know Namjoon already said he wouldn't knot you tonight and he'd surely have to prep you more but-

Utter bliss falls over you at the tightness of your restraints. Jinnie and Namjoon are such good pack alpha and pack omega, surely they know what's best, surely they know what you should do with the sweet pinking sensitivity between your legs.

It’s not up to you what happens right now or which alpha fucks and breeds you. It's so easy to let your head down and let go. To feel the bounds of your own control in the restraints. Embarrassed deep down but in the moment unable to do anything but obey obey obey.

Jin's command comes like a crack of thunder. "Alpha, mount."

Hobi jerks at the command, almost falling with how quick he tries and fails to get up from the couch, he gets another flick to his cock at that- and the attention leaves him near howling. Blinking away tears at the corner of his eyes.

"Not you mutt," Jin croons, affectionate even if the words are demeaning. He jerks his chin.

"Minnie, show the puppy how it's done, show him how my alpha's are supposed to breed their omega's and not the other way around."

Jimin shifts, sliding to the edge of the couch, tentative but eager. But Minnie- minnies got a knot, you know it's chubby and that it feels good.

Namjoon eggs him on, "Show him Minnie- show him how a proper alpha gives an omega their knot, I know I've taught you and Tae well."

The implications of that make your head spin, did namjoon show them? Did he set Jin or Kookie up on a bench like this and show them one after another how to fuck properly? How to make the drag sweet and with finesse? Your head spins at the idea of it.

But too soon for your fantasy is Jimin bullying his way between your thighs, Namjoon's hands guiding his hips to put it in. "There you go minnie, just like that, isn't she so warm inside? isn't the fit tight or did Hobi take that from you-"

"Still Tight- wet" Jimin pants out as your eyelashes flutter open in relief, making eye contact with Hobi, bearing his teeth, feral, and you realize Jin is having to put real effort into holding him back.

His growl is all the warning you get as Jimin sheathes everything he's got inside of you. Not so long but thick enough that it has you gasping, unable to breathe, eyes wide and body taught. Hands gripping the edge of the ottoman for something to hold onto.

Your reaction doesn't stop Jimin, and he sets about a diligent pace immediately. Setting an even rhythm, pulling out almost all the way every time he fucks in, pulling soft whines from you. It's slow- but every trust is firm and deep, grinding in, pulling you by your hips back onto his cock, hands fisting in your tanktop. all but using you to get off with how he forces you back and forth on it making you feel inch.

You have no control over the pase like this. The room drowns in the sound of your fucking, Jimin's groans, hobi's snarls. His alpha chaffed at another having what's his. You're so full and wet that it's overwhelming, and you cry out gently as Jimin fucks you harder, faster.

"That's a good alpha, just like that" Jin praises, and jimin's pace stutters and then goes firmer, more brutal. more eager to show off just how good he can fuck.

Before long he's chasing his own end, both of you so riled up that it doesn't take long. Jimin's good at concentrating even though you know he's close. The delicate pleasure between the two of you simmers until there is nowhere else for it to go and you close your eyes.

Jin murmurs something, and their hands are on you- guiding the towel underneath your tied-apart legs as Jimin pants. "hyung- hyung-" fingers digging into your sides.

"Please- please alpha- wanna- wanna cum, want- knot" You babble, but Jimin is a good alpha and gives you exactly what you ask for.

You open your eyes looking at jin and namjoon, waiting for permission, so close you might not be able to hold off if they don't give you permission to cum.

you watch as jin wraps a firm hand around hobi's knot, holding onto it hard- hard enough that he wouldn't be able to pup a knot at all. you don't realize it serves a purpose until he turns his eyes back on you.

"Puppies, cum."

The three of you jerk, flinching from it. Hobi's whine is so heartbreakingly disappointed that it would surely put you into distress if you weren't preoccupied with cumming yourself. You wonder if Hobi would have cum from just a command alone if Jin didn't have his hand hard around his knot.

Jimin’s knot is just as chubby and thick as the last time it stretched you out, you cum when he plugs you up, so gentle and like breathing- so good that you hardly twitch or tremble. It doesn't feel uncontrolled or too intense. It's just warm and right as you sigh and fall completely boneless at last. Jimin grinds it deep and then lets it rest there.

You feel like youre hearing jin and namjoon talk through water as you flutter down, "Did she squirt?" Jin asks, and Namjoon's close, by your side.

"No, I don't think so."

Jin hums, disatisfied.

You sniffle but Jimin's so polite with it, keeping his knot inside of you as he kisses down your spine, plastered to your back and teething at your neck, licking, soothing.

You spend the next few minutes in bliss waiting for it to go down, letting him pet up and down your sides, getting kisses to your ankles as Namjoon unties you. Jin pets up and down your warm cheeks- soothing your hiccuping breaths at being so full. hobi laps at your scent gland, teething at it soothingly.

You get picked up, still on Jimin’s knot, settled back down onto the couch next to Hobi so that he can plant slobbery kisses all up and down the nape of your neck, scruffing you a little (or at least trying too- it doesn’t really stick). Jimin isn't threatened by hobi's presence, they nudge noses and kiss too- just as involved. You're genuinly a little surprised that Jimin lets hobi muscle his way so close and nose under your chin.

But then you stiffen, tensing as Hobi's cock nudges where you're already stretched around Jiminie's knot. You pull back, a bit panicked. Jimin growls in warning.

"Can't fit- can't-" but Jin is already there- stopping Hobi's over-eager puppy space imaginations. (Taking two knots at once isn't something you think you can do- maybe…maybe after taking Namjoon's knot you could- you won't muse on that until later).

"Soon alpha, just be patient" Jin croons, petting up and over Hobi's stomach. Even that makes his cock twitch. Another edge and Hobi will cum. You know he will- Jin is saving it for the right moment.

His knot goes down eventually, and when he slips out, Jin is there. You decide that you love breeding benches, and you want one- a real one so that alphas can just tie you up just like that and leave you there for whenever they want you, so safe and at their mercy. You like it lots and lots.

Jimin has his face tucked into your throat when you come too. And Namjoon grins, a little feral at the idea of it, "Be careful what you ask for pup."

Jin is the one who guides you carefully off Jimin's knot once it's gone down. back into the same position you were in before, displayed in Namjoon's lap, your cunt pinker and more sensitive than before.

Jimin is sated and a little quiet after knotting. It's not going non-verbal- but no one encourages Jimin to speak as you're transferred from his lap to Namjoon's, Jin kisses Jimin's cheek and then yours, eyes darting down to look at your pussy and examining Jimin's handiwork.

“Clench down for me sweet thing, keep alpha's cum all safe in your little cunt- you can't waste it- he gave it to you so sweetly.”

“Trying- can’t-” You can feel it slip out, your entrance so stretched out from two knottings. It makes you panicky in a way that it surely wouldn’t if you weren’t in omegaspace. Can't lose it, alphas have to breed puppies, alphas can't-

Namjoon groans and rubs a hand over his face. And you know you've spoken without meaning too. Jin makes a tsking noise in his throat. And then something slenderer is there at your entrance. And Jin guides Jimin’s spent back into your hole, plugs it up, and keeps them safe there with three of his long nobbed fingers, rubbing up against something spongy that makes your toes go numb with pleasure, feeding it back into your sloppy cunt.

You grab his wrist, stopping him, "Can't, too much-" but it's the wrong move.

Jin does not take his hand out, he doesn't even stop rubbing up at your g-spot, rubbing slow circles inside of you. Fucked open by two knots tonight, you're so sweet and open on his fingers.

"But I thought you wanted to cum puppy? You begged for it earlier, why stop after just one?"

"Sensitive- too much-"

Jin bristles, and he only fingers you harder, pressing Jimin's cum further inside, fingers brushing that soft squishy place inside of you that opens only during your heats- the place so deep inside you that only Namjoon can penetrate. The place that makes you keen to be touched like that, your chirp high and needy.

"I am the one that decides when you've had too much, I am the one who decides when you can't anymore, or did you forget that puppy?" you sob and shake your head and let Jin keep going. Three fingers slipping in, stretching you wider.

"If you really want me to stop then say it, say it and I will." You sob but bite your lips and shake your head. And Namjoon actually laughs behind you. "See? Daddy knows best pup,"

Jimin turns back to life at that, groaning, leaning his head back against the couch. "Jin, I swear to god i'll get hard again if you make her call you daddy."

Namjoon huffs behind you and you cry and cry and tremble as Jin keeps working his fingers into you. Namjoon pecks the back of your neck. "too late minnie,"

When he wrenches his fingers out, a little bit of squirt comes with it, darkening the edge of his robe. He does it again and you let out a few more droplets and you start crying in earnest. If he touched your clit right now you don't know what would happen.

Jin doesn't, although the threat of it is there. He grins down at you, where you cry in Namjoon's lap. Hobi lets out a concerned whine and shuffles close.

"Say thank you puppy. Say 'Thank you Daddy for being right even though I thought I couldn't handle it.'"

"Thank you, Daddy" You sob out, sniffling, Jin grins and kisses your cheek after you finish repeating it back to him.

It gives him a sick pleasure, to edge one sub and overstimulate another at the same time. You sob and Hobi leans over to lick at the tears on your face, letting out a comforting grumble. He laps lower, where the pack alpha came earlier. He can surely taste it and he probably likes it.

There's still a bit of Namjoon's cum on your chest, turning your nipples glossy where the tanktop has been pulled low, stretched out by Jimin's tugging when he fucked you back on his cock.

Jin's eyes light up wickedly. Eyes darting to your cunt, still messy with Jimin's cum, slipping out despite his efforts because your pussy simply got knotted too wide.

Jin starts to guide Hobi toward you. His cock still bobbing, pressing instantly up his hard knot close to popping. He trembles where he sits on his knees, hands planted on the couch watching you with beady almost animal eyes. Hair falling over his eyebrows. Lips pulled back around a snarl.

You wonder if this is what Hobi's like during a rut.

"Good puppies clean up alpha's messes." Hobi whines and tries to pull back, but he's never been able to beat Jimin in a fight, and now is no different. Especially when the other alpha tugs on his collar and grinds his own hard cock onto the cleft of Hobi’s ass. Jin hooks his fingers into Hobi's collar and guides him closer to where you squirm in Namjoon's lap. The pack alpha laughs meanly.

"What? Getting shy now? You were so eager to show us earlier- won't you give us a demonstration?" 

Jin tugs Hobi’s collar when he doesn’t immediately obey. Jin's hair is fluffed up at the side, maybe where Hobi scented him a little rough and clumsy. You know what it's like to need Jin's scent to keep you steady.

"Here's your choice Hobi, you can either clean up Namjoon's cum off of our pup's face and Jiminie's cum from her cunt and I’ll let you cum in the pup's cute little hole. Or you can stop now and go to sleep without cumming and Jinnie will fuck you in the morning." 

Hobi growls, as if the idea of the pack omega fucking him and not the other way around is too much for his instincts to handle. He shimmies forward, eyes dark, so far down in puppy space or alpha space or whatever you want to call it that his instincts are right there right at the forefront.

but hobi is practically wagging his tail, bright eyed and eager, "calm down puppy, you'll do it without knotting her- but jinnie will let you cum,"

Hobi's so excited he doesn't even whine, letting out a happy little sound- it's not really a bark but-

You're blushing so hard that you can't stop the headrush, “Isn’t it a little gross?"

It’s Jimin who answers, shaking his head and grinning “Not at all, it’s like-” Jimin breaks off for a second, touching gently down Hobi’s spine. “Tae would have better words for it but- it feels like our instincts swallow each other- when we take you down together it's like- alpha bonding."

Jin swats at his arm, “only you would turn cumswapping into something romantic.”

“Hyung” he whines.

Hobi can do little more than growl in response and jerk against Jimin’s touch, it's a good thing Jin has Hobi held tight. Otherwise, you have no doubt he'd take you right here right now.

You whimper, and Namjoon rubs a soothing hand down your side, pulling up the hem of your shirt so that Hobi can see your tummy so that he can set a possessive hand over it. "Don't you want to put your cock right here pup? Come on- be good for alpha, come get your treat."

You close your eyes,

Hoseok’s tongue is warm and wet, laving, lapping easily over your face, down your chest, gentle at first warm puffs of air, up and down cleaning you efficiently of the pack alpha's cum.

But then the bite comes, the pain sharp but needed to ground you, as you gasp and move away- only to be held still by Namjoon. He left marks- two circles just over your breast, another dark mark on your collarbone.

"Gentle puppy, you can nibble but be gentle" Hobi continues like that, lapping and nibbling and biting, leaving marks on your chest, your stomach, the tops of your thighs up and down the inside of them. Namjoon hooks an elbow under your knee as Jin holds Hobi to your hole by his collar.

"Don't cum pup, even when he licks your clit, you're not allowed too until I say so." Your hair bounces when you nod, close to crying again.

Hobi leaves his teeth marks on either side of your thighs, biting hard enough that you know they'll be bruises tomorrow. You tremble, and it hits you with a zing as Hobi sets his tongue flat over your clit. "Can't- gonna-"

"You'll hold off pup." Jin's tone is that of no-nonsense. Hobi licks you again messy, lost to the taste, and you jerk harder. Pussy clenching.

"Can't" you stress. Sobbing again in desperation as Hobi cleans you. Pressing sloppy kisses over your hole, lapping inside to clean you of Jimin's cum. Laving his tongue up and over your clit searching for more of your taste.

You tremble and somehow manage to keep off, probably because Jin only lets Hobi get one or two good licks in before he's tugging him up onto his knees, guiding his cock close for his reward.

"Remember no knots, but you can cum puppy," you sob through the sensitivity as hobi breaches your tender entrance, Namjoon petting up and down your stomach to soothe you.

Hoseok doesn't last, doesn't even last long enough to get in you fully before he's cumming. All Jin has to do is praise him a little more and stroke his knot once and then again and he’s soaking your entrance with ropes of thinner cum. Hobi jerks through it, abs trembling and head hung low with a loud whine. Jimin holds around his waist loosely to keep him from plugging you up with his knot.

It's so- it's so messy without that. When he pulls back, his cum slips out almost immediately. Dripping down to your other hole- all over you.

Someone kisses the wetness at your lower lash line. Eyes closed. You're not sure who it is. Maybe it doesn't matter. 

"My Messy puppies." Jin croons, stroking a loving hand down your cheek. You open your eyes.

Jimin laughs and leans over apparently not one to be outdone as Jin whispers sweet nothings into Hobi's ears. Jimin is just as emboldened, He shimmies onto the floor, grinning all the while.

The sight of Jimin between your legs smiling, his hands tilting your hips up forcing your legs wider- tips you over an unseen edge. You're already trembling as he leans forward to lap at your cum soaked clit, pressing his tongue flat there to repay Hobi's favor of cleaning it out of you.

Jimin giggles as he pulls back, and leans in to give it a little kiss.

Alpha's are so filthy.

Your orgasm washes over you, unseen, unbidden, you really couldn't tell them where it came from- but your legs are shaking and your hole clenches wildly- you squirt all over Jimin's face, spilling even more of Hoseok's cum and-

"M'sorry 'm sorry- didn't mean to alpha- was just-"

You cry freely, so worked up, needing catharsis and settling. Jin coos, cupping your cheek. And Namjoon lets out a soothing growl as he scents across the top of your head. Holding you hard as you cry and cry and cry.

Hobi just watches, a little dead to the world and swirling down from his orgasm to be of much help. Held tightly by Jin, Resting his cheek against your shoulder and nosing into your scent gland. Jin’s arm around his waist keeps him supine.

"Oh pup, it's okay, all is forgiven."

You keep crying shaking your head, "Baby pup was bad- Minnie kissed and- and puppy- bad-"

But your tears just down stop, you're not really making sense but Jin shushes you anyway. Hobi tilts his head, whining loudly. Apparently non-verbal this far down in puppy space but not willing to let his omega go unsoothed.

Namjoon's cool hands on your face bully away most of your tears. "It's alright- it's okay-" You're overwhelmed from cumming basically untouched. Overwhelmed by being disobedient. Jin just told you- just told you not to cum and you did anyway.

"Was bad- was bad, daddy told me not to cum and I- couldn't- couldn't help it" You're crying plummeting into an unhappy place that Jin and the others surely don't want you to be in.

Jin takes your face in his hands. "Okay okay- how about this?" You hinge on every word. Nodding eagerly for any solution. So far down that only their words make sense. Not the tightness in your chest. The want- the need to be good.

Jin’s voice is a low purr. “Joonie is gonna give your pussy 10 good spanks, and then after that alpha will kiss it better and you’re forgiven. If you cum during that you're allowed, and after- the scene is done. You're forgiven. And there will be no more punishment or cumming.”

You nod and relax back into Namjoon's hold, the pack alpha picks you by your knees,draping them on either side of his thigh. keeping them wide. Letting your breathing calm down, Hobi ducks low to nuzzle at your shoulder, nipping, teething more gently this time almost ticklish making you giggle.

"Is this what you meant when you asked us to fuck it out of you?"

You nod weakly, Hobi continues to nibble at your jaw until Jin pulls him back.

You do need a spanking; your alphas are so smart- they know exactly what you need. You need more of a punishment. Maybe a defined moment where everything goes from bad to good. A solid transition from bad pup to good pup and not the back and forth that you've been doing for the last...2 hours?

Has it really been that long? have you really been fucking them for that long?

"Are you ready pup?" You nod against his throat, sort of sleepy.

Namjoon sits up straight and sets you up so that he can look down at you while he restrains you in much the same way that Jimin restrained Hobi. Hobi- who sprawls out on the couch now, all tension in his body gone, nuzzling sleepily into Jin's thighs, between his legs a bit. Maybe this is also a treat for Jimin- for being good- for helping settle the two of you.

You're too busy watching to catch the first discend of Namjoon's palm, You yelp and shoot a couple of feet into the air, but your cunt throbs hard. Warm and wet, the loud slap echoes in the house. And you try to close your legs.

Namjoon keeps them apart, his big hands dimpling in the chub of your thighs. He only lets go when you stop fighting him. Jin smiles, setting his chin on his elbow to watch. Hobi's hand sneaks under his robe. Pawing at the pack omega.

Namjoo taps between your legs again and you jerk from the loud sound. It's gentle but the tingle comes first, the pleasure second. "Two" he purrs in your ear. Growing more confident as your scent swells sweeter. Jimin and Jin recline to watch, the pack omega crossing one leg over Jimin's and curling to his side before reaching down a hand to scratch at Hobi's stomach. Hobi's tongue lolls out.

Namjoon hits your clit fully on the third tap and you shoot almost a foot into the air with how sensitive you are, crying freely. It's good- so good, the sudden shock of contact, the hurtling feeling of his soothing touches as he strokes up and down your stomach.

"More." You ask, and your doms laugh at you as you squirm. "Please alpha."

You cum on the ninth spank, twitching and crying and squirting all over Namjoon's thigh while he croons and praises you through it. It’s not as much as you usually squirt, a pitiful amount really, just a dribble. You try to close your legs again but they don't let you, Jin and Jimin hold them open one a piece. Namjoon's teeth nibble at the nape of your neck, and your eyes roll back.

Namjoon slaps your cunt just once more, spanking the last little bit of squirt out of you through your wet sobs. The pleasure is so intense you think you might black out for a second.

When you come too, you’re crying and Jin is at your front holding your face in both his hands, shushing your sobs.

"Good pup, good babygirl- did so well us, for me. What a good pup we have giving us all of it.”

“M’ sorry m-’” you’re shaking, trembling sort of violently, you need- you need them close; you need all of them so close you can’t breathe around the need for it.

Jin bares his teeth, “Good pup, come to daddy, I’ve got you my sweet little thing, I’ve got you. That was a big one, wasn’t it?” Jin's got you sandwiched between him and Namjoon, pressing you so firmly between the two of them that you can feel it in your ribs. You nod, still crying.

“Too big? Too intense? Oh, my poor little pup with her big cummies. Joonie is so mean making you make a mess like that and turning your cute little cunt all pink, here let me see, come sit with Jinnie and I’ll make him kiss it better.”

You sniffle, still coming down. You get manhandled into position for some much-needed aftercare.

Aftercare is a bit of a blur. You doze and Your oversensitive and spanked hot cunt gets draped over Jin’s thigh. And a liberal amount of soothing touches get dispensed up and down your back, your face, rubbing away your tears with an errant tongue, a cool wet cloth. A soft kiss from each of your alphas (Hobi’s does get a little slobbery). You sniffle and surrender yourself to their fussing gladly.

You hardly stir when Namjoon presses a gentle kiss to your pussy, too feather-light to garner much of a reaction beyond a hiss of sensitivity on your part. Your knotted entrance flutters. Puffy and pink and too enflamed to cum again, at your limit.

Hobi's collar stays on- but yours gets taken off, a cool cloth rubbed up and down your neck and the rest of your skin. Cleaning you efficiently and truly this time. You'll need a long bath- but you'll probably sleep through it.

The next time you're lucid Jin gets you a small tin of cookies and guides Hobi to kneel on the floor again. Sit and stay- like a good boy. He snaps up each of them and happily licks at your fingers, sloppy, in puppy space, as you feed him his good pup treats (that are really just cookies) you giggle, high, cute. still in omegaspace and oh so softminded. hair mused, cheeks round and pink as you watch hobi.

"What do you say pup?" Jinnie guides.

You giggle again, "Good puppy?" Hoseok's hips sway, miming as if his tail was wagging.

"Show us your tummy Hobi- play dead, good boy. What a good boy."

After that, you're guided to lay down on Namjoon, right next to Hobi. Both of you need your pack alpha right now as you sniffle and press closer. Pressing your nose to the hollow of his throat, the inches of honey chest revealed by his unbuttoned shirt. Trying to get more of him as Hobi rubs his whole face against Namjoon’s stomach. Namjoon smells soothing and musky, the exact opposite of how he smelled when you walked through the door.

And before long, you need a hole check.

You’ve begun to doze between Namjoon and Hobi when A cool touch is dispensed over your inflamed lips and twitching clit that Jin only barely pulls at meanly until you whine desperately. But it's just him. Just the pack omega inspecting you and making sure you're all right, that you're all clean. Checking your hole for any evidence of too much hurt.

Jimin bullies his way behind you, hand sneaking under your thigh, "Here hyung, I’ll hold her up so you can give her some cream."

"What a good alpha Minnie, thank you." Hiccupping out your protests as you remain between your three alphas, pliant, at their mercy. The three alphas piled around you and Jin working to groom you clean and satisfactory. All of you smell warm and safe and happy.

“How did the meeting go?” Hobi's voice is crackly from disuse, from all that growling. Jin stills, and you sense that some sort of conversation is happening over your head. You’re too tired to figure it out- Content to doze.

“They weren’t happy,” Namjoon says. Your pack omega hums, soothing, and someone combs through your hair, you nudge Namjoon’s fingers with your nose and he keeps talking. “I really really wanted to quit outright but then they asked me what was the minimum amount of work I’d stay on for even just for the short term and-”

Namjoon pauses, sighs, starts again.

“I’ll go in 2 days a week, offer a second opinion on cases remotely when I can, I know it’s not what we hoped for but it’s still a lot better than almost 6 days a week.”

You wrap your arms around Namjoon’s waist and go back to sleep. already dreaming about how how good it's going to be to have your alpha here all the time- every day with you and Tae Tae and Jinnie and-

You doze going in and out of sleep falling back off again just as quickly as you came up. You sense you're missing time, falling in and out of sleep too quick.

One moment he's not there and then the next he is.

Yoongi.

You know he must have been there for longer, must have been there for closer to a few minutes than a few seconds. All you can do is hold onto his sleeve, it must be a dream- because in real life Yoongi is still mad at you and wouldn't let you cling to his front like this. You keep your eyes closed, keep your nose buried in his throat. You don't want to wake up.

You can feel his words against your front as he carries you upstairs, "Which bubble bath? Bubblegum or unscented?"

"Unscented please baby, I can do it if-" whoever's talking breaks off.

"It's okay, I've got her. It's not like she's going to let go of my shirt anytime soon anyways, but maybe- the bath?"

Namjoon is close, a hand on your back, offering his strength incase Yoongi needs help carrying you. "I've got it."

Yoongi says something, and your pace changes, he bobs a little as he carries you up the stairs.

You can't stay awake no matter your best efforts as you're carried up and up and up. Namjoon and Yoongi and everyone close. Everyone is there on the fringes of your awareness. The sound of sloppy slow kisses and running water lulls you to sleep peacefully. For a second you think you feel something against your hairline. You think you hear a murmur. But it's probably just a dream.

A really good dream.

(Probably)

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Notes:

Weird take but i actually love the near even split in the first few lines of the chapter where hobi and the m/c are kinda like- going back and forth between each of their perspective. like i think it gives a very nice contrast of what they're both going through. this background came about while i was editing because i felt lik the chapter was missing stuff without it.

i think this chapter started to touch on a very real fear alot of people have when they come out of abusive relationships- that they will somehow end up emulating their abusive partners because they once rationalized their behavior as normal- the m/c gets this and is trying to change her behavior- or at least not act a certain way. she does not want to manipulate them into not being angry at her.

"walk him like a dog"- jin probably.

i do not think that the m/c falls into puppy space along with hobi, like it's just omegaspace, but i do think that it's cute that she tries so hard to be like him.

in my mind the pack have realized by now that the m/c is very very good at riding cock- like not to brag or anything but i bet she's a pro- they've gossiped and talked about it and gushed about it to each other enough times that when namjoon and jimin and jin hear that she rode hobi they are /very/ jealous- because they do not ask her to do it often simply because she does not like being on top enough. And her pleasure >>> their pleasure.

For some reason this chapter had a higher than average score on grammarly for correctness? but i feel like some of the language in it is just a little jerky? It is what it is but idk why i grammarly's score never makes sense. I usually aim for mid 80's, but this was in the small 90's. I rely on it alot because of my dyslexia.

Namjoon- asking questions, m/c- but what if i bit you instead????

Don't tease me about my size kink or i'll cry, i know i use the word little too much but listen!!! i love it!!! too much! i wish i could get fucked by a 6'7' alpha with a coke bottle cock and thrown around like a little treat. most of my kinks are not about the actual kink but more about the trust and protectivness aspect of it. i just love the idea of fucking someone who is just so physically in control but gentle anyway that i don't have to think about it.

my main issue with this chapter is that honestly? no smutt needs to be this long like what the fuck-

honestly i think that the m/c goes into a bit of a subdrop there after she cums untouched or just from having her clit kissed by minnie, but everyone else remedies it. i also think that it shows how good of a dom jin is- that he's so easily able to pivot once she starts to go into subdrop.

Are you guys tired from reading all that? i know i'm tired? honestly that felt like three seperat chapters- gangbangs are so hard to write i swear to god i need such a break after that

the words cummies stayed in the final draft mostly because i am just a weak little bunny and i wanted to include it- you can't get that mad at me because it's only there once.

[gracefullou]

Why do you worship Zayn when him breaking the contracts cost Louis his bonus? Zayn didn't even go to Jay's funeral or said anything about Fizzy because he doesn't give a shit about Louis or his family yet you worship at Zayn's altar? Why didn't Louis break the contracts same as Zayn did? Is it because Zayn was smarter than Louis? Hired better lawyers because Zayn has more brains than Louis ever did? Zayn already had his first album written when he broke the contracts and left middle of tour. 

Where do i worship Zayn 😭 i literally always say i don't like him/ his music and when it comes to history with Louis i don't like that either. But, the truth is the global reach that he gave to the band is undeniable (if you're referring my tags on Sea's posts bc that's the only time i've said something positive about him). And i said it was bc of his pakistani origins and relegion at the time (and good looks ofc). In Asia but especially in arab and muslim countries he was it. Anything he did was news and therefore 1d was news. Perrie from LM was public enemy number one bc she was his gf 😭. People in these countries didn't care about Hrry at all and these are A LOT of people. So my point was Zayn's contribution to the band was far greater than Hrrys's. Hrry was just the mediocre white man that they chose to shove down our throats and show him as the leader even though he has nothing special to offer publicly or bts. And as much as i love Louis, the band didn't do much to him when it comes to gp tbh. His impact was more bts. Yes, he was the main driving force in the band and without his creative output they wouldn't be here (Zayn was news bc the band was already big and the media support international stars it's like a matter of pride. But if they weren't already famous no one would give a shit). But despite being the fans' favorite Louis was not very known to the gp. He had very very few solos, no screentime in their mv (i will never get over that soml when he looked that delicious and we saw him for like 3secs), they never made him the focus of photoshoots/ interviews, they didn't protect his image at all... So me saying Zayn global reach doesn't in anyway take away from what Louis gave to the band. Idt they would even work after the X-Factor if it weren't for him. People like him who give their ALL to a group and don't have a selfish bone in their body don't exist anymore. It would've been a battle of egos without him and the band would've been over After the X-Factor max. He gave them spice, fun, flavor, the best songs ( he never left a song to himself so that he can release it when he went solo like someone else we know. Even very personal ones like lygb or very important ones like home), he stood up for them (and is still paying for it). He is everything and absolutely no one deserves him. I just hope the universe gets its shit together so that he can start receiving the rewards for the work and love he gives everyday.

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I read your reply few days back but didn't get the time to reply so doing it now.

"it's not just a fan song though it's a fan song from hybe's 2nd biggest artists after BTS" and the fan song has been treated the same way as BTS's fan song and not just a solo fan song. "Hybe should have done better job with jungkook" i don't have anything to say to that.

I wasn't talking about the tweets made by music apps and what kind of engagement jk fans are giving it but i was talking about tweets made by official BH accts which were 3 overall for CTT.

As said above it's a fan song for festa and it was treated like one even if it was a solo fan song for festa.

I have seen the same tweets from jjks about jk having more monthly US listeners and i have also seen other side saying that's because of the western artists' name (for all the collabs jk had) who's had those monthly listeners. and for the cities too they said it only shows some 33 US countries or smtg like that. been some days since i read that so i don't remember the exact words from other side aka pjms but it was something like that. I'm sure the qts of those tweets from jjks must have pjms saying/explaining something in retaliation but i don't have twitter atm so i can't check it now. so yeah that's what i remember for those two things. now as for streaming farms hmm isn't this whole "streaming" thing itself is "streaming farms" ?? like creating 20-50 mails then streaming from those many accts it itself is a streaming farm cause no human is listening to same songs playing from 20-30 devices at the same time. i also do remember armys getting hit tweets regularly calling Lisa's streams from Thailand as streaming farms cause she was getting alot of her streams from Thailand and since Thailand doens't even have 1M active listeners yet but the songs getting those many streams so they used to drag her then. and now jungkook is the artist who's got the highest streams(1.2M smtg) from Thailand for all his songs which is way more than lisa but i see no one saying anything about that so i expect ppl(in general) to really shut their mouth about jm getting 600k from a country who's got 100M active listeners on Spotify. jm doing better than his 2nd week during LC release is nothing weird given the songs that grow on ppl increases their streams gradually. the recent example being Sabrina. Plus jm has always been the most popular in US which many has problem accepting hence accusing his fans of using vpns when the song be playing casually in any shops, malls etc i there..he has a big fanbase there. The increase in streams can also be because some ppl might have chosen that going solo path leaving their army era behind so working extra hard. US doens't allow vpns is what i know. There's many US jm solos on twitter if one wanna check.

For the last para i only mentioned CTT cause it's also a solo fan song so the comaparion is fair enough as you were comparing jk's fan song with new jeans's and lee Sara's digital single or album TTH songs. and i was genuinely shocked that NLG didn't debut on US give seven had 2M which is highest for a member. from 2M to no debut one does get shocked. I'll be shocked too if jm's next songs don't debut their given how well he is doing with LC and CTT was also debuted. of course the ppl not loving songs as much could become reasons too for both jm and jk.

i saw s/o other anon replying to ur this post too which wasn't me. I'm off Tumblr now so it's the last reply nd yeah that's what i wanted to say. there ain't any hate or dislike towards jk but i see difference of treatment btw him and other members or more specially jm because they seems to be have decided to not give jm even the simple things others are getting without pjms having to tag them. The difference is there Which i see, many others do see it too but there's also many who don't which is fine too ig.

Okay.

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I hate how the btob tag is mainly people talking about other groups and kpop but not btob.

[wwilloww]

sh. | ot7 | chapter ten

PAIRING ot7 x reader

RATING Explicit. 18+.

GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.

SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

WC 6k

WARNINGS AND TAGS  no reference to reader with pronouns. navigation of consent. yn wears a dress. mentions of bts being larger than the reader.

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AN: Hey, do you know @madseok and @calixwrites and @thatlongspringnight? because you should. because they're the literal best. writing this chapter was a bit of a several-weeks nightmare and yet these folks stepped in and helped my sanity and my creativity and this chapter. i am so so grateful for them. so much is happening with nanowrimo in this story and they're keepin me on track. pls give them a hug if you see them.

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CHAPTER TEN: PLUMS IN OCTOBER

There’s nothing quite like waking up the night after a good cry. It has a kind of crystal clarity to it. Your lungs ache a little, your eyes are swollen, but you feel cleared out. Like your chest has been mopped and dusted and whatever’s left, well, it feels ready for the day.

The window is still open, spilling too-cool air into the room and you pull the down blankets up to your chin, rolling over, swollen eyes still sleepily closed, hand reaching out, hoping to find a body, hoping—

The window is still open. Your eyes shoot wide as the events of last night come flooding back.

The warmth of his body. The way you had fit into all of his nooks and cracks. His lips, blooming like spring’s first cherry blossoms upon your skin.

That thin line between dream and reality still wavers before you, grey and unclear. What from last night had been nothing more than the workings of your mind? And more frightfully, what had been his own doing? In the dark, it was harder to tell. Your name, sung from his lips? His hands wrapped around you like he couldn’t bear to let you go? Your lips, pressed to his neck—well, horribly unfortunately, you were very sure that that did happen. In the daylight, your face warms in embarrassment at the memory.

Snatching your hand away from the other side of the bed, you’re relieved to find it empty  and surprised by  the pang of longing that strikes you at the realization. Would you rather be alone, or embarrassed? You’re not sure.

Heart all a-ache, you clamber out of bed and get dressed, pulling on a comfortable flannel over a pair of leggings. The scent of breakfast is already wafting underneath the closed door, and, stomach grumbling, you make your way out of the room only to bump into a very firm body.

“Oh!”

Jimin turns around, already dressed and ready for the day.

“Jimin. Were you waiting for me?”

“Yeah,” he grins.

“Is this kind of meeting going to become regular?”

“I don’t know, do you want it to?”

You smile, reach for him, hands winding around his waist. So close, it’s hard to deny the warmth radiating out from between your bodies. He pulls you tight against his chest, threading his fingers between yours, and the two of you just stand there, smiling a little sleepily at one another before he speaks:

“I’m going to kiss you. You know, as a good morning.”

His lips are dangerously close. “Uh-huh, sure. A good morning.”

He kisses you lightly, like he’s not in any rush to get anywhere, like he’s got nothing planned for the rest of the day except to kiss you. One of his hands winds its way to your cheek, cupping it gently. The kiss is a soft, wandering thing.

“Good morning,” he says against your lips.

“Good morning,” you reply breathily.

Softness though, quickly becomes heat as he slips his tongue between your lips and maneuvers you against the closed bedroom door. His hips press into yours, grinding against you. It’s heated, needy. You respond with your fingers drawing down his back. Searching for skin, you untuck his button down from his pants and skate your fingers along the warmth of his hips. You think he might even fuck you, right outside your bedroom, if you let him, fast and desperate. It’s like second nature to imagine him breathing hard against your neck as he fucks into you, imagine him coming and it dripping down your—

Your name sounds from the end of the hallway. And then: “Jimin? Is that you?”

“Shit, shit, shit,” you curse, your hand fumbling for the doorknob behind you as you press down and tumble with Jimin into the bedroom. You slam the door behind you as footsteps ring down the hallways, ever nearing. In a frenzy, you attempt to straighten yourselves out. Jimin chuckles as he watches you frantically try to compose yourself, tugging your clothes back into place.

“It’s Hoseok,” Jimin says, just as the door opens and the man himself walks in. His gaze flickers between the two of you, your bedhead, Jimin’s half untucked button-down shirt.

“Morning, Jimin.”

“Morning Hobi,” Jimin says, already reaching for the door ready to slip out. “See you at breakfast.” You throw him a meaningful glare as he disappears into the hallway.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asks, stepping closer. “Your lip—” Before you know what’s happening, he reaches out for you, and traces his thumb over your swollen lower lip. “What happened?” In his voice, there’s an edge of curiosity, of trepidation.

Instead of answering, you find yourself staring up at him. A thick lock of dark hair falls into his eyes, and he blinks, but, too focused on gliding his rather large thumb against the soft flesh of your mouth, doesn’t brush it away. But you do, reaching for him and tucking the piece of hair tenderly behind his ear again. And there’s that thing again.

Clear and crystal cold, like the wind sweeping in through the open window. Striking right through your chest, while your fingers trace the shell of his ear and his thumb presses into the corner of your lip.

Your breath shudders to life, and as it sweeps over his hand, he seems to blink back to reality, and with a nervous chuckle, slips his hand away from your mouth.

“Sorry,” he says quickly. “Forgot myself there for a moment.”

“’s okay, nothing to apologize for,” you breathe. And you mean it. You don’t want him to apologize for any of it.

You two are still standing so close.

“Breakfast?”

“Breakfast, yeah,” you chuckle, and the tension breaks. He smiles that familiar smile and leads you out of the bedroom.

As your nose fills with the smell of kartoffelpuffer and roasted chestnuts, the phrase echoes in your mind: forgot myself. Funny enough, you feel more yourself than you have in months, despite the soft, confusing glow that’s now taken up residence in your chest. Hoseok sits close to you at breakfast, and at some point, his arm is swung across the back of your chair. As Jimin chatters about a dream he had—something about camping in the forest to awaken to an empty lake—you let yourself lean against Hobi’s arm. He smiles down at you when you do, grinning like you’ve just made his day, and you warm beneath his gaze. When you turn your attention back to Jimin and his dream, you almost think Hoseok’s fingers brush against the back of your neck.

But it can’t be.

It feels too normal. It feels too right. To have him there, touching you like that. When you glance up at him, he’s looking down at you, a smile quirking in the corner of his mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

It doesn’t feel like nothing.

When his gaze shifts across the table, you follow it.

Jin is leaning back in his chair, a slow, late morning smile spreading across his face. One of his hands is on Tae’s thigh, who is chatting eagerly and enthusiastically with Jimin, but your attention is anywhere but there. Instead, it’s on Jin’s mouth.

Jin bites into a ripe plum—is it even plum season anymore?—and the juice spills out from his mouth, dribbling down one corner while a particularly large drop glides over the crest of his lip before slipping down to his chin. His tongue darts out to collect the purpling juice, but he’s too late, the plum bead is already trailing down his neck, a kind of dark stain on his skin.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, you curse, What the fuck is up with these men today?

It’s then that he catches your gaze.

“Still hungry?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“V-very full, um but—Where’d you get that?” you stammer. It’s long past season for ripe plums.

“The tree. In the backyard.”

Curious, you stand from the table, your curiosity winning out over your desire to stay glued to Hobi’s side, and drift to the broad window that looks over the backyard. Sure enough, among the golden and bare trees stands a fully fruiting plum tree.

“How strange,” you murmur. “A plum, in October.”

Breakfast breaks, and you’re nearly ecstatic to hear that it’s not your turn to do dishes. The rest of the day stretches out before you, empty and impending.

Tonight is the night you all decide where your relationship is going.

Over breakfast, Jimin had suggested that you all dress up for dinner tonight, something that everyone hastily agreed to, as it had been a while since you all had done something of the sort. Back before you had all been separated, every once in a while you, as a group, would dress to the nines and hit the town, always deciding on a fraudulent event to celebrate: a 50th wedding anniversary, a nobel prize, a belated middle school graduation. Dazzling and decadently dressed, any stranger who came across your party would be convinced within minutes by a chirpy Jungkook and serious Jin of the notoriety of the night. The frequency of these events lead to you all being prepared to dress to the stars at the drop of a hat. However, those nights feel like eons ago.

Now, though, a significant part of you feels as though all of you are speeding towards imminent doom. At least you’ll be doing so in style, you think wryly.

You decide to take the day to yourself, avoiding the boys’ invitations to go kayaking and rockclimbing and the like, instead insisting on getting some much-needed quiet time.

That doesn’t last long though, because it seems like every corner you turn in the house, another beautiful man is waiting, taking up space, making you think wildly improper things:

Taehyung, emerging from the heated pool in the backyard. The water drips off of his body, and you swear time has slowed to slow motion. Droplets roll down the tight muscle of his torso and he shakes out his long, wet hair in a kind of doggish motion. There’s something wildly youthful about him these days, you think as you watch from the window. A kind of youth that has little to do with age and more to do with an unhinged kind of freedom.

Yoongi, you find half clothed and finally ghosting the hallways, long after breakfast has been finished. Somehow in his sleepy state, his soft aura and hard edge blend intoxicatingly well together. He sends you a wink when he finds you staring a little too long.

Jin, all over the house, eating very drippy fruit. It seems to be a brand. A really fucking well-suited brand.

The day passes quickly. Too quickly. You want to cling to time, ask it to hold back, and you do your best to do so, scrolling through your phone and flipping through random books in the library.

But soon the sky is darkening and the house becomes quiet as everyone begins to get ready for dinner and the looming conversation. As you’re making your way back to your room to try to scramble something from your pile of sweatpants and sweaters that might look a little bit nice, you stumble across a small reading nook,  inhabited by your roommate. You poke your head in.

Namjoon is sprawled elegantly across the window seat that overlooks the back of the house. Framed against the dramatic mountains, he looks the picture of the intellectual mountain man, a book propped up in his hands, the valleys behind him caked in sunset.

When he goes to turn the page, he brings the pad of his thumb to his lips. Pink tongue darts out to wet the tip, before he presses it to the corner of the page with such precision and care that you too, find yourself wetting your lips.

He notices your gaze.

“Hm?” he hums your name. “Can I help you?”

Yes, you want to say. You can keep doing that absolute fucking sexy page turn thing.

“Nope, nah, all good,” you say a little too quickly.

“Oh?” he cocks an eyebrow and closes the book with a loud snap! “It seems like you’re thinking about something?” You shake your head, but he stands and moves towards you. “Perhaps, are you thinking about yesterday?” He knows you too well. You give in.

You nod.

His eyes darken as the two of you stare into one another. It’s the same look as yesterday: the steadiness of him, knowing in his desire. Like light in flight, flickering down from the trees onto you. It makes you feel like you’re bathing in something golden and rare.

His steps sound dully on the wooden floor as he approaches. You’ve been hovering against the doorway, watching him, so when he arrives before you, he slots himself in in the narrow frame, looking every inch the broad and dashing man that he is. His large hand grips the archway as he towers over you. Your back is pressed to the inside of the old wooden door now, and the two of you swing in a balance between the two rooms.

Everything says he’s going to kiss you. His lips are a little flushed. His lids, heavy. His breath, so, so close to weaving itself into yours. He says otherwise.

“I won’t kiss you. Not before all the dust settles. Doesn’t seem fair to the others. But I will do this.”

He reaches down and lifts your hand before flipping it over, palm facing up. Your breath shudders as he tenderly lifts your hand to his mouth and presses a full-lipped kiss to the middle of your palm. And then he lifts your hand a little higher, and kisses your wrist, right where the pulse is screaming through your veins.

Somehow him not kissing you where you want him to is even more thrilling, as your whole body buzzes with excitement. It’s like standing on the edge of a great height and looking down.

“Oh, please, Namjoon. Are you really going to deny me?” you tease, sure that his valiance will lose out against his desire.

He looks genuinely torn for a moment there, but he nods, sets his face into that of a perfect gentleman and says “Yes.”

Your heart is racing. “And I can’t do anything to convince you otherwise?”

With the softest of touches, he reaches for you, takes your chin in his hand, and runs his thumb across your cheekbone before tracing it over the shell of your ear. He takes you in for what feels like a long moment, and you know he is considering your offer. Considering what you might offer. Your heart ricochets in your chest.

“No,” he says finally, though it looks like it pains him.

Your heart thuds to a disappointed stop.

“Well,” you say, perking up, still trying to brush the electricity of his touch from the soft skin off your face. “If you’re going to deny me that, you might at least escort me to my chambers?”

“That I can do,” he smiles and takes your arm like he did yesterday. “Shall we tour the grounds?”

“Indeed, m’lord.”

He chuckles.

The two of you wander off down the hallway, leaving your books behind.

“Tell me,” you say. “Why isn’t it fair to the others that you kiss me?”

Namjoon laughs at your pout. “Well, I suppose. It feels like everything’s hanging in the balance of this question and maybe… well, maybe I lost a bit of my sense yesterday. Pushed things too far.”

“I didn’t think you pushed things too far, not at all,” you grin. And then more quietly. “Maybe I wouldn’t have minded if you pushed it a little bit further even.”

Namjoon coughs at the insinuation.

“Oh?”

“Mm,” you affirm.

When you look up at him, he’s got a bit of a smug smile on his face and you can’t help but stop the eager smile that slips across your lips. It’s good to see him like this.

“Can I expect you’ll be showing up in all your finest tonight?” Namjoon asks.

“Ah, well, if my finest is my best cable knit sweater and my favorite pair of leggings, then yes.”

“You mean you’re not dressing up?” He seems shocked.

“I forgot to pack my MET gala look,” you shrug.

“Unacceptable!” he cries, letting go of your arm. “It’s not tradition if you’re not in your finest—we’ll have to find you something.”

“What? You brought a full-on suit to the mountains?”

“Yes of course I brought a suit to the mountains,” Namjoon says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Most of the others did too.”

“Oh.” You suddenly feel strange showing up in a pair of sweatpants when all of your friends will be in tuxedos.

Namjoon notices. “But don’t you worry one bit. I’ll find you something to wear before tonight.” “My aunt has to have left some clothes somewhere. She was known for her parties, I bet I can find a boa and something sparkly somewhere.”

“You’ll pick something out for me?”

“I’ll pick something out for you,” he grins.

You warm at the thought of Namjoon picking something out just for you: him staring at colors and cuts and guessing what kind of thing you would look best in.

The two of you chatter as you wander around the many hallways of the house, before making your way back to your bedroom, your arm cradled in his elbow. It feels like the beginning of a new habit. One you like.

As you near the glass bridge, it strikes you that this may be the last moment together before everything changes. The last moment as a friend group that is merely a friend group.

You dare to look down at the edge of the bridge, and you find something that surprises you. Before, it was simply a rocky ravine. But a crystal clear stream trickles down through the rocks and trees. Had that been there before? Where it emerges from the rock, it looks like the mountain has cracked open and is spilling its innards to the world.

“Has that always been there?” you ask.

“Oh, uh, I—I don’t think so?” Namjoon murmurs, just as struck as you. “How strange.”

The dress Namjoon picked is stunning. Somehow, it fits you perfectly, and you say a small thank you to his aunt for the opportunity to wear something that looks, well, like a piece of art.

The dress blooms in red. Soft fabric falls like the new stream of water down your body, where it gathers at your hip before spilling down in a new cascade to the floor. Sleeves that at first felt too large to wear now perch at your shoulders, a semi-transparent poof that makes you feel like someone who’s just recently discovered they are royal.

You feel divine.

It’s been so long since you dressed up, and tonight, it feels like some kind of offering to a temperamental god.

Dressed, (well, mostly, the shoes Namjoon brought you were microscopically small) you wander out into the house, but no one is to be seen. You still have a little bit of time before dinner, and so when the urge pulls you, you follow.

The mountains, dressed in dusk, call.

You step outside, the cold biting through the warm fabric of the dress, the hiking boots you’ve donned, a stark contrast to the elegance of the outfit. You wander towards the edge of the kept yard to where one side of the slope drops off into the valley.

“Hi,” a dark voice murmurs from behind you.

“Hoseok,” you smile.

“It’s so formal when you speak to me like that,” he frowns.

“Hobi—” you correct.

“You’re beautiful—”

“Ah—”

“I mean, you look beautiful tonight.”

“And I don’t the other nights?” You raise a teasing eyebrow.

“No, of course, but—you look a different kind of beautiful tonight. By the way… last night. I’m sorry about last night,” Hoseok says quickly.

“Sorry?” you say. “No, no need to be sor—”

“I was dreaming,” he interrupts. “And forgot my place.”

Forgot my place.

You don’t know how to fit these words into your body.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, if you woke up and felt unsafe or worried or—”

“No, no, I wasn’t uncomfortable.”

Hoseok freezes and looks at you, scanning your face like he’s searching for something in particular.

“You—you weren’t?”

It’s like he’s puzzling language together. If you weren’t made uncomfortable by his entanglement in you, then you must—

You reach for his hand, taking it in yours and pulling him close to you.

“Hobi,” you say softly, “I couldn’t feel uncomfortable because—”

Jin’s voice breaks through the cold.

“Where the hell have you been? Everyone’s waiting!” He struts through the open door, waddling awkwardly in socked feet and a well fitted tuxedo. Of course he brought a tuxedo to the mountains. “Fuck,” he hisses, as the cold seeps through the thin fabric of his socks. His walk is only paused by the punching bag that hangs in the outdoor gym, throwing a half-hearted jab, before continuing his waddle towards you. He grabs both of your hands and tugs you towards the warmth already spilling out of the open door. “Inside, inside. We’re starving and impatient.”

Hoseok huffs.

“In more ways than one,” Jin winks.

Hoseok pulls his arm out from yours and your phone tumbles from your hand, rolling a little farther back. When he goes to turn around, you stop him, tell him, “I got it, I’ll be right behind you.”

Still, he bends down, picks it up for you, and slips it into your hand with a little pat.

“I’ll see you soon,” he smiles knowingly, and the pair disappears inside.

You take a long, last moment gazing at a distant summit, painted peach and purple as the sun sinks below the horizon of the mountains. Each day that passes, they feel more and more familiar. Like learning a new friend.

You’re not entirely sure why you need the extra space, but it calls for you, in the way that your chest is a little too tight, in the way that your breathing comes a little too quickly.

What are you feeling?

You wander slowly up to the house, taking your sweet time as you circle around the question. You slip inside, toeing off your boots and dropping your jacket on a nearby chair. From down the hallway, the boys’ voices echo, a soft ruckus of chatter and chuckles.

From down the hallway, you peer inside the dining room where all seven of them are sitting, Hobi is still getting settled in his big winter jacket. You smile as your eyes gaze over each of their faces, considering each one of them and the prospect that Yoongi has set before all of you.

Everyone should fuck.

And then Jimin’s words: There is enough mutual desire in this house to power an entire country. Had he really meant it? As the group confidant, you were sure he would be the one to hear about anything first, but, well, looking at them, you wonder if they too, feel a semblance of what you feel when you look over each of them:

Namjoon, and his sharp, all-seeing eyes: you want them all over you. That you might glimpse something new about the world, maybe even about yourself, in that warm brown. You want Yoongi, exquisite composer of moments, you want him, want to relish in his space of creation once more. Taehyung, well, he is old love, shaped new. And Jin, and his deep reserve of joy and unexpected wisdom. Jungkook, delightful Jungkook, sparkles with a springtime of youth and adventure. Jimin, designer of control, his emotional depth and precision of action inspires you. And, of course Hobi. What is it about Hobi? You don’t know how to put him to words. You only know that when your eyes lock with his, your heart clicks into some place deep and unknowable within—but your chest tightens at the thought.

Hobi is the unknowable. What you do know is this: You want them. You want them in more ways than one. But thinking about that starts you down a path that definitely screams run. Even if that voice that turns its back at the first sign of complication is becoming quieter these days, it still hums in your head. And tonight the hum is building to a fever pitch.

They look so comfortable, like they belong there together. Like no matter how the cards fell as each of you were given your lot in life, these seven men were meant to be in the same room with one another at some point, that a spark would fly, in any universe, timeline, or life. As you stand in the hallway, the distance between you and them widens.

Jungkook sits with his feet propped up in Taehyung’s lap, Hobi chuckles with Yoongi about something. Namjoon, Jin, and Jimin look at something on a phone. As you look at them joking around, your chest warms. Warms like there’s a wood fire, stoked too quickly to flame.

All at once, something shatters in your chest. As you reach for your own desire, it feels like everything you have worked for falls apart.

You want this, yes. You undeniably and irrevocably want this.

But you want them closer than sex too.

You want to fall asleep on their chests, in their clothes. You want to wake up in the morning with them curled around you. You want to fall into them at any given moment, wrapping around their backs in the kitchen, tackling them on a hike—all the things that you know and love about your friendship with them. But if you could, you want to ask for it to linger. You want the lingering, the hands tangling, the holding on even when you should have let go long ago.

You tell yourself that all it is, all you want is intimacy. Intimacy, after all these months of solitude. But something in your chest sings, more, it’s more.

It’s not just the sex, but you’re tripping over the unspoken words, it’s something about wanting them all closer, closer, closer. Closer than sex. What is the word?

The word is run.

Run, run, run.

Your breath quickens in your chest, gasps rising from the simmering fear in your gut. All at once, the formerly towering ceilings seem even farther away, and the spacious walls are creeping closer to you.

A thousand words sing emptily on your tongue as you look at them.

Your body makes the decision for you.

Out of the hallway, the boys’ voices drowned out by the pounding in your head, the hallways blurring past. Someone calls your name, but all you know is the door. Get to the door. You hurry to the front of the house, where your keys are still hanging from the wrought iron key rack where you left them that first day, and you snatch them up, the metal biting into the soft flesh of your palms with how tight you hold them.

But when you push open the heavy wooden entryway, the door flinging open behind you, your car is nowhere to be seen.

You had parked it there, right beneath the steps, in the gravel driveway. You were sure of it.

But there’s no car. There’s not even a driveway. Instead of gravel, at the bottom of the steps lies a thick carpet of small plants, wild grass, and fallen leaves. And rising before you like an ancient being, a dense wall of trees. Evergreens and oaks and aspens tangled so closely together.

In your red dress, you are but a small creature against the dark beast of the forest. Earlier, you had felt like an offering to a distant god. And now you know you are.

It’s as if the whole world has been swallowed up. There’s nothing there. No road. No cars. No little village waiting at the bottom of the valley. It’s just wilderness. The whole world, returned to what it must have once been: Dense, impenetrable wilderness.

Something between a sob and a gasp racks through your body and the keys you were holding so tightly drop to the steps beneath your feet.

At once, you feel it all. This deep, deep consuming fear. You want to push it away, but something urges you: look a little closer and suddenly you know. This whole time, you’ve been afraid of being found. Of being looked at. Of being seen.

But beneath that lies something else: a fear that the people you hold most dearly to you do not want to find you.

As if in answer to the churning of your insides, before you stretches the great unknown.

Darkness is threaded between the trees, and as if it were a pool of water, you see yourself reflected back in it. Small, impossibly small, lost in the mountains, and standing with your back to an open door.

So far away from what you know, if you were even to try to get back home, away from this, away from this burning, horrible, lovely beast in your chest—what would be waiting for you? A vacant apartment? An empty city? A silent world? The practice of life, the normalcy, the companionship? To go back is to go further from it. See: all of it is gone. Decimated in the rubble of the past. What you know, what you knew, that disappeared months ago, when the world around you dissolved.

The path you were walking has long since crumbled beneath your feet. For months now, you’ve been bushwhacking through the forest. And now, finally, you see it, standing golden before you. The choice was never between the known and the unknown. It was never a choice at all. The only way forwards was always into the unknown, into the empty sky, nothing but grey clouds swimming beside you.

And them. And them, beside you, a voice within reminds you.

It’s time to let the beast within you lead the way.

Where? You’re not sure. In this instance you know with your whole body: what you’re looking for is not back. It’s forward, somewhere in your future.

Your knees give out beneath you and you sink to the cold steps, fingers tangled in your sweater, arms wrapping tightly around your torso.

The truth is, there is no escape. The open door of the house marks what you already know: You’ve already been seen. But the fear is that if you turn around, no one will be there waiting for you.

Someone calls your name softly from behind you.

“Everyone is waiting. Are—are you okay?” It’s Yoongi and you shudder and wrap your arms tighter around your body. Your friend steps down before you and gingerly, reaches down to lift your face to his. “Oh.” When he sees you he plops right down beside you, pulling your arms apart and wrapping himself around you too. “You’re doing that thing again, aren’t you?”

You nod.

“I thought you were going to get in your car and leave.”

“I tried.”

“Huh?”

“It’s gone,” you motion to the forest spreading before you.

Yoongi looks between you and the spot where you swear you parked your car. “Metaphorically? ‘S right there?”

You both stare at each other in confusion, and it’s then that you realize. Yoongi doesn’t see the forest. Not like what you see.

But he sees the confusion on your face, and pulls you into his arms, his body wrapped around yours, protecting you from the cold, from the confusion, from it all.

And there, he says the thing he should have said months ago, while you were still wrapped in his arms and in his bed as the snow drifted down outside the frosted window: “You have to stop running.” His face is hard, but earnest, and when you feel the truth rising to your lips you let it past, into the space between you:

“What if I don’t know how?” It’s barely a whisper.

He grabs your hands, his long fingers lacing securely around your sweaty palms, and he squeezes them tightly, and it’s like a ship anchoring into a long-forgotten harbor. It’s not romantic, not sexy, not one bit—but it’s what you need.

“That’s okay. This, this doesn’t have to be something you need to know how to do. It’s more something you stumble into, and you give whatever you want to give it, and you hold onto your kindness, and then hope for the best.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Does that sound so difficult?”

“No.”

“And is it something you want?”

You look up at him, the unfallen tears still warm against your lashes when you blink. And you nod.

“Then there’s only one thing you have to do.”

“What’s that?”

“Speak your desire.” He nods, encouraging you.

You elbow him and he grunts. “That’s fucking cheesy.”

“I don’t know, man, what else do you want me to say? Fuck your friends? You don’t need my permission.”

“Okay fine.”

“You understand the sentiment.”

“I do.”

“So I mean it, speak it.”

He looks at you so hard, you think he might be able to read the words off your tongue without speaking them.

“I… want you. I want them.”

Yoongi slowly extricates himself from you, stands, and brushes his hands off his against his jeans.  “Good. Then I’ll give you a moment and when you’re ready, come inside.”

You nod and watch him close the front door softly behind him with a gentle click.

Cupping the back of your head, you press your fingers into the skin at the nape of your neck, a nervous tic. The cold near-winter air slices through your lungs and you’re suddenly aware of just how pericing the chill is. That and—

At the edge of the forest, the sprawling forest that is still very much there, something white flutters in the grass, like a birdwing searching for flight.

A piece of paper.

You creep towards the looming woods, careful not to step beneath the shadow of the great being, and tug the paper from the grass. A postcard.

The mailbox is all the way up the steps, but the way the postcard is laying in the grass is almost like the house spit it out.

Your heart catches in your throat as you read the message scrawled hastily on the front.

I’ve made my decision. An opportunity like this doesn’t present itself often and I’m not going to let it pass, I’m not going to give up the chance to have you again. I can’t get you out of my head and I need you to know what I know.

All of a sudden it feels like your heart is going to eat straight through your chest, it gallops through you at a forbidden pace. Which of your boys wrote this? Which one—

You flip the card over. There, scribbled:

For my sunshine, from your Sora.

The trees feel like they’re looking at you. Like they lean closer. The house behind you, encouraging.

What you do next can only be described as marching. Hands clenched together, the postcard crumpled in your fist.

In the hallway, there’s a wastebin. You look at it for a long moment before deciding.

You toss the postcard away.

Something deep within you cracks open as the paper hits the bottom of the empty bin with the softest tap. You know you’re not supposed to be doing this. You know this is wrong. And yet you can’t bear any other reality.

Though reality seems rather shifty these days.

At the doorway, you take a deep breath. Something deep within you releases.

“Hi,” you say softly. It’s so quiet. And yet, seven pairs of dark eyes turn to look at you.

You squeeze your hand so tight that the nails pinch into your skin. Come on. But when your name slips from the lips of one of the men in the room with such softness, such care, that’s enough encouragement for you.

“I’m in.”

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JJK: Fictional Happiness

In which Jungkook, youngest of Kpop Group and werewolf Pack BTS, finds his mate at his own concert; just to learn that reality is nothing like the movies - and that not everyone is blindly after him and his name.

Tags/warnings: werewolf! AU if it wasn't obvious already lol, angst, there's so much angst Jesus, romantic kook, kinda selfish kook though, shy!reader, anxiety, medication mention, therapy mention, panic attacks, idol!Jungkook, slow burn, strangers to eventual friends to lovers/mates, insecurities, bad habits, kind of tsundere! Jk, Impatient kook, alpha!kook, omega!Reader, swearing, reader doesn't like him a lot at first just as a heads up, realistic approach- meaning she won't just fall head first right away like nuh-uh we're wearing seatbelts on this ride yall, smut in future chapters

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The job that he does has become more like a routine for him than anything else. He's used to it, knows what to expect, doesn't have any stage fright anymore like he did when he'd just started. It's all become normal, and yet, the adrenaline is all the same each night.

As Jimin and Jin chase each other on the stage, he has to laugh to himself; the playful banter between the 0ackmates amusing everyone around them as they almost tackle one another.

Growing up, all he's ever known was his pack.

Hes left his home and family behind at an early age to pursue his dream, but never could he'd ever imagined his life to turn out like this. And as he walks on stage with his mic in his hand, he feels like he's home- at least at first he does.

It's not as hot outside as yesterday, he notices as he walks onto the stage.

And yet, he feels itchy; like his clothes don't fit, like his skin is suffocating. It's frustrating, and it makes it hard to concentrate, as he tries to shrug it off. He walks around, unable to stand still, and its a bit easier at the right corner of the stage. It doesn't feel as stuffy here, he thinks, as he decides to just stay there.

He doesn't spot you until the wind manages to blow your scent straight towards him.

It hits him all at once, that feeling, that suddenly craving, as if he's missing something so terribly bad that he wants to curl up and cry- but at the same time he's restless because where are you?

And then he spots you; right there, near the front, with those big sparkling eyes of yours, and his inner alpha won't shut up again as he spots you too.

>>There she is. Looks at her- she's perfect, isn't she? I knew we'd find her.<<

And jungkook can't help but agree. You're absolutely stunning, even though he can see you're wearing barely any makeup at all, and your choice of clothing is set on comfort instead of style. But it all fits so well into what he'd always wanted in a mate- and the fact that you're a fan makes it all the better for him. Because that means, he's not going to have to work for it much- you're basically already his, aren't you?

At least he thinks so, because, who wouldn't want to be Golden Maknae Jungkook's mate?

But it all doesn't matter at the end of the day because as soon as he walks backstage, he realizes that in his euphoria he's forgotten a key fact. He's got no idea who you are, has no clue where you'll be standing at the concert tonight-

But as he gets onstage, glowing eyes eagerly searching, he can't believe his own luck; because there you are again, big eyes reflecting the stage lights as they make them glow. His alpha feeds off of your attention, as he performs more energetically than ever before- putting on a show, just for you, because that's what he should do right?

But when he walks backstage after the concert, he's not greeted by the sight of along the security guards- they're alone, without you, and he feels instantly irritated by it. "Jungkook-ssi.." they say, careful as to not set the young alpha inside him off. "She didn't want to." They say.

And for the first time, both him and his alpha as well are absolutely speechless.

[jmdbjk]

In ONE month TKK had JK hiding in Paris, while V got to be on cam/have fun. JK hiding in Vs vlog (was in the trunk?) while V got to be on cam/have fun. When V greeted/visited Hobi & kinda volunteered himself to be in his video they had JK waiting in the shadows, while V got to have all that fun with Hobi. Now saying JKs the driver/cameraman in ITS coming up. Who would do their partner that way or want to be done that way? What kind of relationship is that, if V has all fun, while JK has to hide?

Hey, Anon!

You know what? I had typed out this almost exact same thing yesterday but mostly for my own cathartic mental exercise and not to post but since you showed up, i'ma let 'er rip:

Poor Jungkook. He travels the world just tagging along behind Kim Taehyung because Jungkook's not worthy enough to be acknowledged. That's some devotion isn't it?

He stays hidden so well. Not a single soul spotted him at any airport. Not even his stalkers. Like, I guess in Paris he just stayed holed up in the hotel because no one saw him. Because he has no life and would submit to just being a tag-along...while Tae pole dances with other men...okay. Even though we suspect Jungkook isn't really interested in travelling for leisure...unless its with Jimin.

And during Tae's vlog, he was where? in the glove box? riding on the roof of the car? Because they made clear that the Bangtan Bomb director and the Run BTS director were in the car with Tae. Maybe JK rode in the trunk...sounds like something he'd be willing to do. 

And Hobi wouldn’t bother mentioning that Jungkook was also present during his MV shoot when Tae was there because who cares, TAE WAS THERE! 

Because we all know Kim Taehyung is the star, not Jeon Jungkook.

When every moment, every event requires an explanation based on no evidence whatsoever, that’s when you know it is total fantasy. 

When statements are fabricated from nothing, the only explanation is lies.

When EVERYTHING revolves around and exists exclusively for a ship, you know it only exists to make heterosexual women’s crotches burn. And there are so many of them, like cockroaches. They refuse to die.

This is why I resent the cult so much, because of the damage they do to these two people I love very much. 

[whitefoxgirl]

⏳Ageless⏳ A Namjoon Series {Chapter 2}

Author's Note: This is chapter 2 of the series. I wrote this in between classes so that's why it's so long. I was also advised to do a taglist, so, if you would like to be tagged, just comment on the post and I will add you :)

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (Female Pronouns) Fandom: BTS Warnings: Ageless Namjoon; Namjoon imagining the MC in a sexual way but nothing smutty happens. Genre: Fluff, angst Word Count: 4.8k

Songs that helped me: • "Soft Skin" - Ali Project • "Theme of Love Con (Orgel Ver.)" - Lovely Complex OST • "In the Forest" - Fruit Basket OST • "Want to Get Along" - Fruit Basket OST • "Galaxy Games OST 6" - Star Project OST • "Unjust Life" - Angel Beats OST • "Anxiety" - Angel Beats OST • "Snow Melts Into Spring" - Fruit Basket OST • "So That You're Not Lonely" - Fruit Basket OST • "Memory Loss" - Fruit Basket OST

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As Namjoon got to work, he looked at the first editions that were not available to the public, which was in the basement of the store. It was his favorite part of the bookstore, as he read most of them in his youth. He heard someone call his name from the top of the store, Charles, his coworker. He was letting Namjoon know that it was time to open the store, to which Namjoon nodded and got ready to stock books. His job at the bookstore was one that required little to no interactions with other people. This is something that he decided as he didn’t want his clients to recognize him years later, in their old age. Charles, being the saint that he is, thought Namjoon was just socially awkward and that he maybe had extreme anxiety, so he talked to the owner and manager of the store suggesting that Namjoon do bookbinding as a service to those customers who would like the service to happen, and stocking the books that were being delivered.

As the afternoon rolled around a new book was delivered and as Namjoon was stoking the book on its shelf and decorating the table presenting the new arrival, he heard a soft gasp and from the corner of his eye, a figure approach him.

“Junseo!” He heard a familiar voice say, to which he turned to look and smiled as, even though he heard it only for a few hours, he has grown rather attached to it. “Fate did its thing, right?” She said smiling softly, her cheeks where blushed slightly and her body language screamed: “I’m shy but I’m doing my best to interact with you”.

“It did. How are you? It has been a couple of weeks, right?” He asked her while holding a couple of books in one hand. She nodded to the question and pushed her hair back slightly behind her ear. Namjoon took her appearance in, she was wearing work pants, with a fitted black shirt that had sleeves above her elbows, and she was wearing low cut doc martins. She looked like she had come out of work and looked professional. He smiled softly at her appearance as she dressed like she listened to her coworkers and is willing to stand up to them.

“Yeah! I was just looking for something else that Tae Keller released” She looked around and then back at him. He looked at her thinking for a while then smiled softly.

“The… Children’s literature author?” He asked to which she nodded excitedly and responded by saying

“Yeah! I read ‘The Science of Breakable Things’ and I really liked it! So, I was just looking for something else.”

He thought for a second then signaled her to follow him, to which she did. She looked as his tall figure crouched down and grab a purple book with a tiger on the cover coming out of a jar. Namjoon showed Y/N the book, she grabbed it with a gentle grip and looked at the title, ‘When you Trap a Tiger’.

“It’s about this girl, who visits her grandmother and finds that her grandmother is hiding something about her past.” He explained. She looked at him smiling and said,

“Like… A secret that affected her?”

Namjoon nods at this and smiles responding “It’s really good, I find that it really feeds your inner child”

She nods and smiles looking at him saying “Okay, I’ll take it then!”

Namjoon smiled softly and then put his hands on his pockets wiping the palm of his, slightly sweaty, hands gently. He inhaled gently and said, “Yeah, and when you finish it, let’s discuss it over our date?”

Her mouth gaped as she looked at him then giggled gently saying “You remembered!” He nodded and took off the palms from his pockets. She smiled and said, “Okay, it’s a date then.”

He decided to do something he had never done, check someone out, which surprised Charles greatly. As Namjoon was checking Y/N out, he thought about how he has never been a bold person. Even with Suyeon, she was the one who approached him, and even though he did ask her to marry him, he found that he asked too late for his own liking. And so, he decided to be a bold person for the first time in his life.

“So, what’s your number?” He asked her, something she was surprised at, as Namjoon did not seem like the bold type, then she inhaled, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“Is it normal for you to ask girls for their phone numbers?” She asked.

He chuckled at this and said, “Only girls as pretty as you.”

Y/N crunched her nose, cringing, something Namjoon mirrored. Both laughed at this, he shook his head and look at her saying “I mean, I’m usually not even interacting with customers, so… No, you’re my first ever customer and first even person I asked for their phone number.”

She licked her lips smiling and dictated her number, having Namjoon write it diligently and carefully on a piece of paper near the register. After he was done Y/N spoke up saying “And… Just in case, that’s my personal number, so… Feel free to text me or call me whenever you want.” He nodded smiling gently and handing her her receipt. He smiled and said “Don’t… Throw away your receipt. I put my phone number in for you” She smirked at this gently and looked into his eyes smiling saying

“Your personal one I hope?” He chuckled at this and nodded responding

“Yeah, you can call or text me any time.”

She nodded and grabbed her book saying “I’ll text you tonight then” to which he nodded and smiled wishing her a great day.

When she was out the door, Charles ran towards Namjoon and asked him what that was about. Namjoon shrugged his shoulder and smiled gently, to which Charles said “Nah, Nah, Nah! Hold on! Mr. Junseo Jung! You never even look at customers, let alone help them find their books! Who was that?” Namjoon felt his cheeks redden as he said “Just… I just find her interesting, sue me” Charles chuckled and touched his shoulder gently saying “My friend, it’s about time you got out of that shell! You never even talk to me that much!”

Namjoon sighed gently at this because it was true. Even though Charles was a very eccentric person, with a very bright personality and was a very sociable person. Namjoon decided it was best to keep his distance, as he did not want to get to know someone, only for them to be hurt when he leaves and goes no contact 10 years later.

“If anything happens, you’ll know, Charles. You read me like a book” Namjoon looked around as if to signal his joke, to which Charles faked amusement and faked laughed at his attempt at a joke. “Please don’t say jokes like that, ever.” Charles said as he walked away leaving Namjoon to smile at the piece of paper with the phone number he has (lowkey-highkey) been desperate to obtain.

As soon as Namjoon got home, he fed Moni and decided to take a shower thinking of how his day went. His mouth softly turned into a smile when the thought of Y/N ran through his head. He remembered how soft her voice sounded to him, and how he would have liked to touch her fingers when he handed her the book, but reluctantly decided not to as he felt it would overstep an unspoken boundary. As Namjoon got out the shower, he saw that he had received a message. It was from Y/N! He smiled gently and unlocked his phone only to see the first thing she sent saying

“You. Are. Evil!” with a little crying emoji. He chuckled and then texted her back feigning ignorance, to which she replied with

“You know what you did! This is angst! PURE ANGST! How dare you! What do you mean her grandma has cancer?! It can’t be!”

As he got dressed, he couldn’t help but look at the stars outside his window, which prompted him to text her,

“Wanna go out on a mini date right now?” It was 10:30pm, he doubted she would say yes, but sure enough, she confirmed she could, and he texted her that he would pick her up from her house. She sent him a pin as a precaution and then he decided to bike his way towards her house. He felt it was safer for him to bike around town than to own a car. Owning a car would bring a lot of unwanted attention. As he got there, a 30-minute bike ride, he got down and phoned Y/N. She looked out the window and smiled holding her phone and got down towards the building entrance quickly.

“I thought you stood me up,” she said smiling as she approached him. He smiled and shook his head replying with

“No, I just don’t own a car” She nodded and smiled commenting on how eco-friendly the decision was, however, she continued by saying

“I don’t think where we’re going you can bike us, so… Let’s take my car.” He agreed taking out his bike lock to which she said, “You can leave it in my apartment, you know how it is here” Something which, Namjoon once again agreed with.

As they hoped in her car, he couldn’t help but notice the nice scent it had. To him, it radiated her essence. Y/N was excited to have met him again and to her, it truly felt like fate wanted them to meet again, it was even more exciting that he was now proposing a quick hangout. She didn’t exactly know where they were going, however, it didn’t stop her from being excited and feeling like her own clothes didn’t fit with how full she felt from this feeling.

As they made their way to Wassaic Multiple Use Area, the couple couldn’t help but feel nervous at the feeling that they were both experiencing. To Namjoon, this was something new, unexplored, it was liberating to feel so comfortable, and while yes, he was comfortable with Suyeon, it wasn’t enough to feel like he was being himself. It felt as though he was forced into a role, maybe by his peers, his own society at the time, he doesn’t know, but what he does know is that he felt, free. To Y/N, even though it wasn’t new, it felt like something worth exploring and something that would bring her happiness in the end. She has dated before, but nothing felt like this. Not only was Namjoon respectful so far about her as a person, but also listened and was understanding towards her. As they walked down the trail that led them to the stargazing section, at the very top, the couple couldn’t help but gaze at each other from time to time, there was a comfortable silence between them as the insects and little creatures of the night sang their tunes. It felt very peaceful and comforting.

As soon as they approached, Y/N ran to the very top while Namjoon stayed behind and looked at her with a soft gaze, a smile adorning his features. She signaled him to come towards the top telling him that the view was beautiful and as Namjoon got there, the view was beautiful, the stars shined as if only for them and he felt like he was in the best life he could ever have, for the first time, he felt alive.

“It’s so beautiful here, Junseo!” Y/N exclaimed as she looked at the stars. The moon was full, and the sky was clear, it felt like the moon was highlighting everything around them. This did not go unnoticed by Namjoon, as he, did not look at the stars, rather, he chose to look at how the moon’s shine reflected on Y/N’s features. It gave her a soft, gentle, innocent glow like she was made of glass, like she was something Namjoon shouldn’t touch, yet was so inviting to the eyes.

“You’re beautiful…” Namjoon said in a soft whisper, although he wanted to say that to himself in his mind, his mouth moved before he could even think properly. He felt his blood rush towards his cheeks, as he blushed at his own sudden confession. His hand moved towards his mouth in a quick matter when he saw that she had turned to look at him.

“I-… I didn’t mean to say that out loud” Namjoon said, almost like he was defending himself. She chuckled at this and smiled gently. The wind blew gently towards them, making her hair messy. She pushed her hair behind her ear, and looked at him with a gaze that said, to Namjoon, ‘I’m soft by your words.’

“I don’t mind getting compliments, especially if they come from you,” she said, something Namjoon blushed at. Namjoon decided that it was best to leave it at that and looked at the sky. She was right, it did look beautiful, if his eyes didn’t deceive him, he could make out even the milky way, in a very faint manner, but he could.

“I’ve decided… Where I want our date to be.” He looks at Y/N and smiles gently, her eyebrows were high as if to signal him to continue.

“We could go to this really awesome, quiet, café and talk about the book you’re reading” She smiled at this and looked at him nodding.

“But then… I’ll take you somewhere you’ve never seen before” She responded looking into his eyes. Namjoon felt himself smirk gently then looked down. He wasn’t going to tell her that he knew this city like the back of his hand, simply because, the boredom of his long life has turned him into a rather curious cat, thus, he explores every city, town, and state he visits just because he didn’t want to become completely bored with it.

After the date, Namjoon and Y/N headed toward her apartment. She had offered him to stay because it was already 2am when they came back, but he refused as he didn’t think it was appropriate for him to stay. She sighed and let him leave with the condition that they would be on the phone on his way back to his apartment, something that Namjoon obliged. It was now the next day, and Namjoon was getting ready to meet Seokjin for lunch. He sighed as he knew that Seokjin would pick something spicy to eat and began to mentally prepare himself to scold him once again, but for now, he decided to focus on Moni and feed him his raw food. Namjoon, being the attentive owner he is, decided not to feed Moni dry food, which is something he learned from his last dog. He decided that spending money as if it was for two people, was better for his dog’s health than buying dry food. He had heard Seokjin say that Moni was a fancy dog for this, but to Namjoon, it just seemed essential to have him on a well-balanced diet, like he would with his own body.

As Namjoon said goodbye to Moni and walked out towards the restaurant, he began to think about the next day and how excited he was to meet Y/N. He sighed gently thinking about how he has been letting his guard down but then decided that letting it down was better than being in a constant panic. He was glad that there was another person in his life that he could be comfortable with other than Seokjin. Namjoon didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared. He was scared to lose Seokjin, out of everyone, Seokjin has been his rock since they met, and Seokjin was the only one he was comfortable with.

At the restaurant, Seokjin made his way toward Namjoon. Seokjin had decided to eat at a Korean restaurant as he wanted to “feel at home”. Namjoon mirrored this, as he hadn’t had Korean food in a long while, deciding to leave that part of him behind as well. It’s not that he was not proud of his heritage or ethnicity, however, Namjoon felt like had he been out of the norm in the United States, more than he already is while being an Asian man, he would attract unwanted attention, and so, his Korean pride was behind him but never forgotten.

As the waitress appeared she didn’t hesitate to compliment how great it was for Seokjin to spend time with his grandson and how it was rare to see a grandson-grandfather moment in that day and age. Seokjin ordered the tteokbokki and dak galbi, while Namjoon just settled with some bibimbap. He sighed when he heard Seokjin’s order and look at him as if he was ready to scold him.

“I thought we talked about cutting back on spicy food, Jin…” He said, to which Seokjin rolled his eyes and head then look at Namjoon, almost pouting.

“I’m Korean! I love spicy food! It’s in my veins, how could you even think about asking me to cut down on spicy food?” Seokjin exclaimed, to which Namjoon sighed and replied saying,

“I’m not saying to completely give up on it, I’m saying, to eat less of it. Why would you order tteokbokki and dak galbi when both of those are spicy? It’s not healthy to eat an excess of spicy food, Kim Seokjin.” Namjoon said in a slightly rough, scolding voice. Seokjin smiled and looked down at his plate then drank the water that was beside him.

“You would make a great father, Joon…” This is something that Seokjin always brought up and something that Namjoon always got sad about. It’s not that he didn’t want a family, but how could he start a family when he’s ageless? When he doesn’t age? It would bring a hell of a lot of pain just thinking about the possibility of his children dying before he does. Namjoon said something to the effect of “Let’s drop it” to which Seokjin did as he knew that every time that he brought up children or him having a family, Namjoon would become quiet. Seokjin didn’t do this with negative intentions, he just wanted Namjoon to live a life and stop running away from everything every decade or so.

“Namjoon-ah…” Seokjin began to say, Namjoon felt his spine tingle, he loves hearing his birthname as it tells him that he, at the end of the day, was still himself. He hummed, signaling Seokjin to continue.

“I think, I’m gonna move to a retirement home” Seokjin informed him. Namjoon stopped chewing on his food and looked at him as if he was scared and asked why. Seokjin sighed and said,

“After Eunbi died, I felt alone. And now it’s getting harder to live in that house. My hips hurt more, and my arthritis is getting worse. What if I can’t grip the rails of the stairs well? What if I fall? Who will be there? I live alone.” Namjoon sighed and looked down at his plate saying,

“I’ve asked you to live with me and Moni in the farmhouse.” To which Seokjin shook his head and looked straight into Namjoon’s eyes.

“I can’t live my life running, Namjoon. I’m getting too old for that.” Namjoon looked at him with a soft gaze then looked down at his plate, understanding what he meant.

Although Namjoon didn’t say it out loud, he too was tired of living in fear, of running, of being caught for experiments and other things of that nature. He poked his egg yolk and said,

“I don’t wanna live like this anymore, Seokjin… I’m tired…” He looked around as if to check if there was someone else around him while he said “I’m 94 years old. You’re the only person who I’ve kept a relationship with. I’m just tired of… not living.” Namjoon said feeling his eyes begin to water. Seokjin, being the understanding friend that he is, grabbed Namjoon’s hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Namjoon looked down and wiped his tears gently, and in a soft voice asked Seokjin “Will I ever age…? I’m scared that I’m stuck like this forever…” Seokjin stood up, sat beside him, and hugged his friend as tight as he could.

Normally, one would be afraid of death, but Seokjin’s theory to this is because you’ve had such a great life, that you want to relive it, or that you’re young and inexperienced and feel the need to do more. However, Namjoon has not lived. He has been alive but never lived. While you don’t have to have children, a partner, or other things to live, this is something that Namjoon craved. He didn’t want to live a thousand lives every decade, he wanted to live one life for a hundred years.

Namjoon understood Seokjin’s decision and decided that it would be best for him as of now, while he thought of a solution. Namjoon decided that it would be best to go home as he didn’t want any more bad news. When Namjoon got home, he laid down in bed and thought about what Seokjin said. Ever since his late wife, Eunbi, passed away from cancer, Seokjin has been alone. Namjoon always offered Seokjin his place to stay, but Seokjin always declined stating the same thing “I can’t run away with you, Namjoon”. Which is something that tug on his heartstring every single time as it was a reminder that he, indeed, as running away from everything.

Namjoon decided to call Y/N, hoping that hearing her voice would bring some peace into his troubling mind. She did not hesitate to pick up the phone after the first two rings. A cheerful “Hello, Junseo!” greeted him. He felt his angst melt away at the sound of her voice.

“Can you do me a favor?” He whispered. She nodded, even though he couldn’t see her, he took her silence as a confirmation that she would help him with his troubles. At first, he wanted her to call him by his name, Namjoon, but he didn’t want her to think that his interest was built on falsehood or that he was faking being himself, so, he opted for the simplest request.

“Tell me about your day… I wanna listen to your voice.” He said in a soft, slightly rough whisper, something that definitely had an effect on her. He proceeded to hear her talk about her day, he learned from hearing her, that she was a manager on a law firm and how crazy it was to hear lawyers gossip about cases like old ladies in church or something of that nature. As she laughed and smiled at the ridiculousness that was happening around her, Namjoon felt his uneasiness melt. As she was smiling and laughing with him; he felt himself laughing at a ridiculous attempt of a joke a lawyer had told her to get into her pants. He liked this feeling and wished nothing more but to treasure it. His smile softly faded, and he asked her.

“What would you do… if from this day forward you couldn’t age?” She was left stunned at this. It wasn’t something that she had ever thought about, never in her 24 years of living had she thought about this question. The questions she always asked herself were always about how would her life end, never, what if it just never stopped.

“I suppose… I would feel lonely, right? Seeing so many people you love and care for pass away, their books closing as no new chapters are beginning…” Namjoon closed his eyes, it was as if he was being validated for feeling the way he felt. Seokjin always validated his feelings, but he felt sometimes that he validated them because Namjoon was a burden. And now, this person, whom he feels comfortable with, says his thoughts, and he can’t help but feel… seen.

“But… I guess… If I had your company, it wouldn’t be so bad, right? Live just becomes boring when you distance yourself, become just another speck of dust, but… If another speck of dust joins you and sees you, then you wouldn’t be so lonely, right? I guess what I’m trying to say is… If I’m with you, comfortable, seen, understood, cared for… Then, I don’t mind not aging.”

This made Namjoon smile, tears running from his eyes. He himself understood that being vulnerable was important, for any human connection, but still, the ever-longing fear of not being old with someone he loved and cared for kept growing. Namjoon decided to be a hermit not only to stop the other person from feeling pain, but also to stop himself from experiencing pain, loneliness, and suffering. That, however, has only caused more pain for him.

“Y/N… I…” he began to say, he didn’t know what to say. He wanted to tell her about his situation, even though it felt like it was too early. He didn’t care if he was being vulnerable if it was her. Namjoon closed his eyes and sighed softly. He looked at his ceiling holding his phone gently on his ear and said,

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Y/N felt her cheeks blush at this, his voice was deep due to what she thought was a lack of sleep, and it was filled with so much sincerity and longing. She smiled at this and looked at herself in the mirror and fixed her hair gently as if she was in front of him. She closed her eyes, her smile widening more imagining that he was there.

“I can’t wait to see you too. I… kinda miss you” She chuckled gently. Something which Namjoon mirrored. She felt as if they were moving too fast, but she didn’t care. It felt right, he felt right, it felt perfect, and even if others were seeing red flags, she was only seeing how comfortable, loving, and sweet Namjoon was towards her. He was, to her, a perfect gentleman. Any other guy would have stayed the night, but he didn’t, respecting her space. And even though he didn’t kiss her yet, she felt as if they were both waiting for a moment, a perfect moment, where both of them were completely open to each other. She felt that even though he has opened up a lot, she has done so little, and maybe that’s why he’s so hesitant. But tomorrow will be the day, a day where she opened up over dinner and tell him everything about herself, just like he has been sharing little facts about himself.

“Let’s talk tomorrow, Junseo” she said. Namjoon felt his smile slowly disappear at the false name. Any other person would be happy to hear their name, but Namjoon was presenting himself to the world as “Jung Junseo” and even though he picked the name after his army buddy Jung Jungkook, he didn’t feel like it was his own to be proud of. He would rather prefer his own name being said by the lips he has been dreaming of kissing since the first time he saw them. He inhaled gently bracing himself for his next words.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Dream happy things” he whispered gently and hung up after hearing her say,

“Goodnight, Junseo. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As Namjoon laid back, he thought about the possibilities of his date tomorrow. He hasn’t been anxious since he was in the military, a young 19-year-old. He smiled at the thought of him going to his mom and asking her to shave his hair. How nervous he was when he received his uniform, but the sense of nervousness faded as he thought about the fight he was going to put forward. Those feelings are back with him now. The thought of Y/N going up to him like she once did at the restaurant a couple of weeks back, and how she would look. He remembered the figure of her body and thought about how he wanted to explore it in a slow matter and mark his way down and up her body. He sighed thinking that he shouldn’t think that way about her because he was more than just a horny teenager, but he couldn’t help himself. He was sure that he wasn’t just sexually attracted to Y/N, he was also emotionally attracted to her, and this scared him.

He didn’t want to think of a future where she was old, and he was still looking like his 22-year-old-self. Where she was caressing his cheek and he didn’t have any wrinkles, while she had aged gracefully. He hugged his pillow and turned to the side and closed his eyes whispering to himself softly “I’m scared…” something that he hasn’t admitted out loud ever since he stopped aging. Kim Namjoon fell asleep after admitting his fears to himself.

[olderthannetfic]

Do you know what the origin of the "sold to One Direction" thing is? I know it's a common trope (or was), but, I have no idea where I first heard of it, where I learned it was a thing. How do weird tropes like that get started, anyway? Why do some concepts take off and become huge parts of a particular fandom, but others don't? (And does this particular premise show up in other RPF contexts as much?)

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tl;dr - Wattpad circa 2013, probably

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I'm only familiar with that from doing Wattpad research. I don't think it's a major RPF thing, at least not under that exact name. Horny f!sub is kind of the Wattpad way, so a lot of the popular tropes there make sense from that perspective. I've definitely seen plenty of badtouch sexy slave/kidnapping victim/stalk-ee stuff with BTS and other music groups. But maybe somebody reading has more specific 1D history knowledge?

As for why one thing takes off and another doesn't, the big answer is:

Historical accident

We can look for patterns, sure, but a lot of it is ultimately survivorship bias. That's the thing where we look at what's remaining (successful companies, popular fic tropes), and we assume they have some special property that made them survivors and then extrapolate from that. But maybe it's coincidence, or maybe it's a different type of causality than the one we're looking at.

For example, a trope in a popular fandom will spread farther faster than a trope in a dinky little fandom, so maybe fandom size is what matters and not the nature of the trope. Most analyses assume it's the trope itself that matters.

On an individual basis, many specific tropes get popularized by a particular famous author or fic that other people imitate. Some get popularized by a fanworks exchange or fest. (That's how 5 Times fic spread.) But why do they stick around long term? Why do they gain traction elsewhere?

Aside from random chance, it's probably something to do with broad applicability and easy entry points.

So, for example, the show The Sentinel doesn't actually have Guides as such, but the AU added an official role for the other dude to make the two of them super destined. Sentinel AUs took off across a ton of fandoms. (Less so these days, but I've even seen them in BTS, so they're definitely not gone.) The AU version is basically soulmates + potentially codified top/bottom roles + superpowers. People like fantasy AUs. They like frameworks to fit their ship into. The trope isn't highly specific otherwise, so it can be tacked onto many settings, both real world and sff. It fits two-person ships easily, which is most popular ships. One can do some worldbuilding about whether there's One True Guide for a given Sentinel or whether the bond is more a matter of choice. Guides might be equal in numbers/prestige/public visibility to Sentinels or not. The existence of all this can be openly known by everybody or a secret like in the show.

A/B/O has a similar level of "proof my ship belongs together" stuff with room to play around with worldbuilding. It also overlaps heavily with prior popular tropes people like for pretty obvious horny reasons. Same with plenty of tropes. They're often a slight remix of already popular stuff.

Sense8 AUs, however, never really took off as a thing. I saw some fans sadfacing about this, but in this case, I think we could have predicted it. Why? Simple: the concept involves OT8, and that's not going to apply to most people's fandoms unless they happen to like a kpop group or a superhero team with 8 people. The 8 also don't have specific roles that would make this simpler to write. If you're going for less OT8 and more of a complicated network of relationships, that's a complicated story to write and it has much less of a template to work from. So low applicability + high barrier to entry.

Hogwarts AUs, on the other hand, are super popular. Why? My guess is that the biggest reason is that a million bajillion times more people know Harry Potter than know Sense8. Hogwarts also has some canned roles that are more obvious: which house is your Fave? Shit that could be in a clickbait-y personality quiz is easier to write fic about than something that requires you to make up everything yourself. But also, four houses are easy to keep track of in a way that all those Myers-Briggs types are not. Add too much mandatory complexity, and it gets too confusing.

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If I had to guess about the popularity of Sold To One Direction, I'd say a lot of it is due to the problem of getting Mary Sue or y/n into the room with them. Why is she there? This fic concept provides the answer in one quick title or tag. Sexy slavefic and dubcon have had broad appeal since forever. There's room to go really dark or fluffier. Some of the fics are nothing but ravishment fantasies, while others are more abuse recovery stories (where 1D are better than whatever came before).

I don't think there's some simple answer for why this specific thing and not a closely related trope became such a known trope in 1D. Probably, if some BNF had posted a ravishment fantasy with a different pithy title at just the right time, some adjacent trope would be big instead.

As for why I've heard of this trope, it's absolutely due to 1D being a fucking massive fandom such that its popular tropes occur very frequently in a sample of Wattpad writing of the right eras. It definitely owes its lulzy memeticness to fandom size: lots of people care enough about 1D and 1D fic to know what the trends are and make jokes about them.

Here's Huffpo being dicks about 1D slavefic back in 2013. They don't mention the exact phrasing though. Here's a pretty standard specimen from 2013-14.

I presume this was also a big thing on Quizilla (RIP) and I see extant examples on Quotev. Sadly, these and Wattpad are fucking hard to study, and a lot of the meta-writing types stick to AO3, so I don't see as many good analyses of this part of fandom.

Any 1D fans want to weigh in?

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.14)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: The first night they sleep in the house comes with sleepy steps and communal showers…And other firsts…

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort, Nesting, References to anorexia and anorexic eating habits, PTSD, discussion of physical scars, low-self esteem, omega space, lots of seokjin x reader content,

W/c: 9.1k

A/n: here you go! i think i might need to take a short break from this series soon, to work on one of my other series- and to take a break in general cuz i’ve been chugging along pretty regularly with it and i feel like somethings gonna give if i don’t take a step back for a few days!

Previous Part — Masterlist

Before they know it they're staring at their empty apartment, the floors dusty and nothing left to cart away but a few light boxes. They wince as they look at the holes in the wall and the scuffs here and there that all but condemn their security deposit to their landlord’s greedy pockets. They linger, touching the doorways and fussing over the spaces that they’ve loved and been loved in for the last time. A home that has been theirs for as long as the pack has been a pack.

It’s only Kookie and Hobi that get a little weepy, a little sentimental. Though Seokjin spies Jimin taking several deep breaths and looking up at the light in the hall that always seemed to break once a month, blinking back something. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah i’ve just got something in my eye,”

Jin snorts “What? an emotion?” 

But its all teasing as Jin quietly fold his tiniest alpha under his arms before he can get too sad. and if the front of jin’s shirt dampens, thats a secret he’ll keep for his pups. 

At home Yoongi says a quiet goodbye to the place he will never live in again (will never even see again as the contents of that home are scattered mess around this house.) But he waits, doing the dishes and preparing dinner with you. Waiting for the lights of their cars to emerge from the darkness, the tell tail crunch of tires on the stone driveway that will tell him that they’re home.

Jin wonders why he doesn't feel sadder to see the place go especially when he’d been so angry about it this morning. Standing in the doorway holding his keys, a held breath finally let out, it’s nearly midnight and they’re finished, finally and thankfully all packed up.

It doesn’t feel as bad as it could, Jin thumbs his keys idly, the jingle echoes in the empty halls. 

It’s a simple truth that apartments only belong to the people temporarily, little boxes of safety neatly packaged within a certain amount of square footage. If Jin or any of them had really wanted to stay for any greater length of time they would have tried to buy it years ago, would have been able to what with Namjoon's salary, Even if it meant taking on a quite frankly hideous mortgage.

But maybe it’s a good thing they didn’t; then they would have had more of a reason to stay.

Now he just wants to be done with it, just wants to get back to the house and sit for the first time all day, to fall sleep in their barely set up beds, in the room that doesn't smell like them yet. He's so tired; he might not even have enough energy to nest (but as with all omegas, the itch under his skin is ever present).

Somehow it doesn’t feel like they’re ending something when they close the door to the den for the last time; the place they’ve called home for the last 4 years, 5 if you count how long that Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi had lived here. 

Jin exhales a sigh, letting out something that aches with it, lets his chest feel raw with it- all that loving and all that missing had never been for this place, but for yoongi- what they’d had before. 

There’s nothing standing in the way of that anymore. He leaves their keys on the countertops and goes home.

And at your house, there is this to come back too- you and Yoongi making dinner in the kitchen shoulders pressed so close you might as well be touching. Their yellow couch pressed up against the back of yours and Yoongi’s- tomorrow or the next day they’ll find a better place for it. There are a few nooks and crannies in your house. But For tonight- it’s the perfect place for Hobi and Jungkook to flop down onto. Tired and ready for sleep but kept awake by the pack to get some food into there rumbling bellies.

Yoongi rushes over with spoonful’s of kimchi fried rice while the meat cooks, asking them for their input (not that he needs it- he just can't fight the urge to dote on the pups especially when they’re so tired, and the bites of food keep them awake for more and Yoongi absolutely will not let them go to bed hungry after the day they’ve just had.)

You watch, anxious about burning the meat, whining over the tongs before Yoongi comes back to supervise. “Let them get a little crispy, you’re flipping them over too often” Jin tries to intervene, but you snap your tongs at him, staring and gesturing between him and the nearest seat, he puts his hands up, rightfully chastised and takes a seat at the breakfast bar. Where he can watch your cute little lips pout in concentration. 

Namjoon flops down at the stools on the side of the kitchen island, finally letting himself feel the aching in his bones and muscles, he’s going to melt- and be sore for several days but he doesn’t mind, would never think of complaining.

Jimin folds in on the other side of namjoon, in-between him and jin to keep the peace, and he feels like he wants to fold himself on top of his crossed arms and go to sleep right here. He actually does that, but a few seconds later he opens his eyes to Yoongi offering him a careful spoon of rice and he takes it, pliant.

Tae joins the rest on the couch, pretending to be deaf to their false squeals of protest. They don’t push him away, just pull him closer so that he doesn’t fall off the edge of the couch that’s only really meant for two.

There is also the soup in the fridge, and it’s only a day old- is fantastic to reheat or put over the rice and meat, you make a face when jungkook makes a show of dunking the meat in it- taking a larger bowl because he can’t have the rice.

It’s only after they’ve eaten that jin brings out the bag of 48-hour things, tooth brushes and skincare routines, a spare change of pajamas, and a change of work clothes for those who absolutely have to go to work tomorrow.

unpacking is something that might not be able to wait for long, Not that they haven’t already started making the house feel more full and less empty with their furniture. They’ve already added side tables to the couch, and Namjoon shoved a nice-looking dresser under the window by the door to hold everyone’s keys and things in a large wooden bowl, the same way it was in the apartment.

You eat an informal dinner, piled around living room in various seats; you’re headed towards a food coma. Yoongi watches you eat. And though you get a little shaky part of the way through your bowl, He counts it as a victory.

You wouldn’t risk straight up not eating in front of the others but there are some secrets that you’re determined to keep for as long as possible (a simple yet terrible voice inside of your head reminds you of the state of conditional love, might be better to just- make sure- make absolutely sure that’s not the only reason why they’re sticking around.

If you’re pretty and tiny to look at that might make them care. And you wouldn’t want to threaten that- ever. Especially when it’s not only your care, but Yoongi’s that you’d be putting in jeopardy now too. 

Though you’re well aware that that train of thought is wrong, it still doesn’t stop you from thinking it.

Tonight they’re so tired you think they might not notice, but better to be sure. Yoongi certainly does. Through dinner he stands closer to you, not touching you accept for a little reassuring brush here and there, the kind that you could think where unintentional if they came from anyone else.

The pack already has their suspicions though they’d always assumed that you’d been eating enough when they weren’t here, maybe just a little shy around mealtimes. That would be understandable.

You won’t be able to hide the truth for long. And you seem aware of that as Jin hovers, asking you if you want a second bowl, eyebrows rising when you shake your head. you’re the only one that refuses. 

He reaches out to do something- stroke down your back or otherwise but seems to think better of it. He turns away and lets the moment pass, regardless of the way that itch fits it’s self under his skin again.

Before everyone finishes their dinner, Yoongi hands out the new keys; of which there are nine. Not eight, not seven, but nine. One for each of you plus a spare to be hidden somewhere outside in case of an emergency, He hands them out to each of the pack mates, and dangles the last one in front of you.

You take it with an eye roll. Why would you ever need one? Besides your impromptu trip last night you've only left the house a handful of times, let alone go unaccompanied. Why would you ever even want to leave the house? Especially one as lovely and as love-filled as this one.

Their combined scents slowly fill your house makes you feel almost scent high. the rosy haze of omega space is already starting to color the peripherals of your vision. It makes you feel fuzzy, and strongly consider stealing a bag from the pile of nesting things that sit outside of their bedroom door and make a cozy little nest of all of those scents, maybe in a closet somewhere just so that you wouldn’t be discovered or interrupted. Something safe and warm to nurture your soul in.

But not yet- not yet. You look at their things and want, in more ways than one. You wonder how you’re going to hide your wanting now that they live with you. it’s going to be hard- you’re going to have to be careful

Apparently, keys are a soft spot- something about Jimin taking everyone’s and losing his on more than one occasion. Taehyung makes a playful comment, and though Jimin replies indignantly, you can see the love warming his cheeks as his body curls around Taehyung. 

There are these soft little key chains attached to each of them- one for each member of the pack. The keys jingle, knocking against each other with a clang as he hands them out.

Your mate rolls his eyes at the one at the very bottom of the bag. “I can’t believe you kept that old thing,” Yoongi had quite purposefully left his keys when he’d left almost a year prior. And it seems they kept them- as well as the tiny little cookie keychain that has been his identifier for the length of time they’d had the apartment.

Kookie just smiles, “it’s mischievous like you Hyung,” the little grinning figure certainly taunts him. Yoongi adds it to the bowl eventually. your key is the only one that dosen’t have a fluffy key companion yet. 

There is honestly barely as much room in the house as you need for the 8 of you. By the time the house is finished it will have seven bedrooms in total, but as of right now, there are only two finished.

Now that the rest of the pack has moved in its likely Yoongi will want to accelerate the plans of redoing some areas of the house. The bathroom off of your bedroom is decently new (the last thing the last owners ever fixed before the house fell into its disrepair). But the only other one on the ground floor definitely isn’t up to the pack's usual standards.

They’re all more than a little nervous about going back to sharing a space so small. it's just hard not to snap at each other in the morning when you take an elbow to the stomach on accident or literally step on another person’s toes. Jungkook has accidentally spat his toothpaste out onto someone's hand more than once, and that was when they had two sinks instead of just one.

The second bedroom isn’t quite large enough for all of their things or all of their beds but they make it work. Two kings get squished together, connected with a special set of screws from Ikea- meant for combining beds on extra large packs. It’s almost enough to make the space feel like home.

The ceilings are tall- not quite as cozy as they could be; there is too much space between the bed and the ceiling. Everyone gets ready for bed, trading pants for pajamas and settling for boxers when their pile of preferred pajama pants can’t be located in the mess that is the room at the end of the hall or Jin’s bag of 48 hour things. kookie makes a pouty puppy dog eye look at namjoon and the elder surrenders his pair of cotton pyjama pants, his favorite 

The closet on the other hand is the definition of disappointing, in their apartment they’d turned the entire second bedroom into a closet, and they’ll need to find a similar space here. Jin is already eyeing the laundry room. It wouldn't really be that hard to knock down the wall into the bedroom room and add a door? Would it? He’ll need to ask Yoongi one of these days.

Instead of actually trying to put any clothes in the room's actual closet they’ll take off the doors and shove their old vanity into the space, dumping their combined cosmetic products and morning routines there as well as the sex toy boxes.

 At the very least- it will offer some privacy and quiet to those still sleeping in the morning, Since their skincare stuff definitely won’t fit in the tiny bathroom across the hall. Your bedroom is the only one with an en suite, and the only other full bath on the ground floor.

Seokjin's seen partial plans for the upstairs (glimpsed them before Yoongi had the chance to hide them away. Chiding gently "it's supposed to be a surprise hyung") but he's heard enough of the workmen who come in chat about the pluming, even saw the massive pieces of glass that they oh so carefully maneuvered up the narrow staircase; that had to be for a walk in shower.

There’s a trap door at the very top of the stairs, and its either a closed, or open for the workmen. Seokjin hasn't seen the top floor yet- none of them have. That night, after they've all stuffed themselves full he lingers at the bottom of the stairs and wonders if he should go up and see. Jin is curious, even if he is tired.

They’re taking turns using the shower across the hall, and Hobi snags him on his way through, convincing him to join him and wash off the sweat of the day together with a sweet kiss. and seokjin lets the top floor of the house disapear into the rescese of his mind for the sake of some quiet time with hobi. 

The shower is a very non-sexy affair, Washing each other deftly, any moves of loving redundant. Kisses peppered over shoulders. Seokjin only has enough energy to smile. Hiding it away in between the steam and the sweet smelling body wash. He hopes it smells like that enough that Hobi can’t smell his lingering distress.

But it all seems for naught, because after a few moments of holding each other  underneath the warm spray  Hobi pulls back, reaching for the loofa."You still smell so upset hyung." Hoseok says, scrubbing under his armpits, looking a little like he's got fluffy balls of suds stuffed under his arms with how well the soap lathers. 

Your water must be harder than the water at the apartment. Because Seokjin's skin already feels a little tight and dry, like the rest of him. 

Seokjin hums, dragging conditioner through to his ends. Letting it sit before he steps underneath the nearly too short faucet to dry his hair- yup, he's definitely going to have to go get a replacement one- at least to make the spray a little wider. What use is a bathroom if two people can't shower at the same time? "I'm just a little tired," it’s not entirely a lie.

Hoseok answers with a small noise, switching places with him to wipe off the suds, he uses it as an opportunity to sling his arms over the omegas' shoulders. Pulling him closer, the muscles in his arms flexing alluringly.

And Seokjin is just- too tired to instigate anything more; even when Hobi kisses him, slow and sensual pushes of the lips, kisses Seokjin the way that he loves. He’s just too tired, his nerves and his nose like a frayed end. 

He doesn't have enough energy to have emotions about this, the pack moving, the stress of it all has piled and piled up and seokjin hasn’t been able to find a release.  at least not yet. Hobi understands. Dries Jin's hair and doesn't ask why Seokjin’s lingering when he doesn't immediately go back to the bedroom.

Maybe he understands that tonight, the pack isn’t what Seokjin needs. 

Namjoon and Jimin shower together after. And in the bedroom- he watches fondly from the door as a freshly pressed and ready for bed Jungkook takes three bags of nesting things and dumps them over the bed, a happy blissed out look already on his face as he dives into nest making with a flurry. 

Taehyung watches along from the head of the bed curled up- keeping himself small and compact so that Jungkook can work around him. Smiling into his book (nighttime reading is one of Tae’s habits) as the other omega sets out to make the messiest nest in existence.

Seokjin is exhausted just looking at him, his nerves elevated when Jungkook doesn’t do their usual routine of setting out the big yellow blanket on the bottom to act as a barrier between them in the bed and the world outside. You walk by Seokjin, watching him watch Jungkook, standing in the doorway smelling so sad. 

You almost just almost- go to stand by him and watch, have a little momentary daydream about linking your arms around his slender waist and burrowing into his back. Asking maybe, for Jungkook to let the three of you make the nest together. But then you think better of it, disappear back into your bedroom with glasses of water for you and yoongi, pushing the idea of that out of your head. 

Once Jimin and Namjoon finish their shower, They end up elbowing each other vying for the only sink, Hobi brushes his teeth in the kitchen and Seokjin commandeers your bathroom for a similar purpose, unwilling to go without doing his skincare routine even after a day like this.

Seokjin doesn’t know what he was expecting from your room or your nest but it’s awfully pretty.

This- this is the den-like atmosphere he wants and didn’t find in the other bedroom. The dark flower-patterned wallpaper and the teal accent walls make the room feel cozy and small. Safe even. The sole lamp drenches the room in cozy golden shadows. 

Your blackout curtains might be drawn but the windows are open and the sweet air of summer fills the room. Clean evening wars equal with the smell of chocolate cake- the smell of you and Yoongi that permeates the room.

How many nights have you curled up together here to have it smelling so happy? Neither you nor Yoongi has a particularly strong scent but it’s everywhere. It’s so unlike Jin’s alphas, or even Jungkook who you can almost taste, a honey film coating your tongue when you breathe deep near him.

Jin doesn’t realize he’s just standing there, breathing, enjoying the way that your smell eases the ache in his nose until you’re blinking up at him from the confines of your nest, head popped up from underneath the pastel blue blanket. You where so cuddled under the thick layer of pillows and blankets seokjin didn’t even know you where there. 

One of them falls on the floor at your sudden movement and you whine. Staring at it forlornly. Before Seokjin can answer and dart forward to give you anything your heart desires like his instincts demand- Yoongi stoops to pick it up. You make grabby hands at it and  hug it back to your chest when yoongi hands it over; your unhappy chirp becomes a velvet-like purr.

Yoongi’s eyebrows’ are raised expectantly, and Jin realizes he’s been staring. Just watching the two of you get ready for bed, domestic and intimate. Something that maybe he’s not allowed to see.

But maybe he is, after all, he lives here now.

“I just- I was going to-“ Jin’s breath catches in his throat. “Can I use your bathroom?”

Your nest is not a mess of pastel pillows and blankets but the perfect balance of disarray and colorful order. Somehow it seems to settle the instincts in him that ran haywire in the other room, the tangle of new things. He can still smell it while he brushes his teeth. watches you kneed the parimiter and get everything in it’s right place while he brushes his teeth. 

Jin’s nostrils flare and there’s something wrong- but also right. He doesn’t smell this nest on his own skin and that’s distressing for some reason, This- here is what the other room is missing, the blanket at the head of the bed needs to be curled up more, needs more fluffing, and he can see that but you can’t cuz you’re looking at him.

He feels himself slipping into omega space, just a little. The haze gripping him as he realizes that your nest doesn’t smell like him and just- he lets out a frustrated huff, muffled around the toothpaste in his mouth.

Seokjin isn’t surprised to find the pillow and blanket that he and Jungkook gave you at the center of your nest. Not all omegas like to pile their nests with items that smell like their pack mates outside of a heat (where desire for things that smell safe boils down to a vicious need) but you seem to have an affinity for pillows of all shapes and sizes, knit blankets with texture.

Each omega has their preferences; Seokjin has a fondness for sweaters just like Jungkook has an absolute hatred for anything with zippers or buttons. You seem to prefer simple and natural fabrics with an emphasis on color. They crisscross the nest but around the rim- it’s piled up to a little wall.

To omegas, nesting is nothing more than creating a safe space for themselves and their pups- their pack too if they don’t have any of the former. A place where scents are controlled to give the nose and the autonomic nervous system a place to rest. 

As Omegan bodies are constantly cycling through olfactory information it can get a little stressful and tiring if you’re not able to shut those parts of the brain off from time to time. A reset; that’s what nesting is. And tonight- the other room might be a little too crowded for Seokjin both in terms of people and scents.

And Namjoon. They haven’t exchanged many words since this morning. He casts a glance across the hall, through the open door where he can already see the pups sprawling, the space quickly diminishing.

Seokjin had let him kiss his cheek a few minutes ago, wordless love. He just needs a little more time to cool off before things can go back to normal, though Seokjin has already forgiven him, a little bit of distance in the meantime might be good for them.

Seokjin spits in your sink, hands on the edge of the porcelain, doesn’t look at himself in the mirror.

when he looks over at you again, you’re hovering on the edge of your nest. Knees tucked under your body, free from the confines of your nest, you’re already in a pair of light purple pajamas, the opposite of yoongi’s dark blue,  hugging a pillow that looks like it just might have come from the apartment (Seokjin’s 90% certain that he recognizes it from Taehyung’s reading set up) 

he can tell you’re watching him, but he can only tell when he looks away and sees you move in his peripherals. Every time he turns in your direction he catches you straightening up, turning your attention back to Yoongi, nodding here and there as he talks through everything he wants to do tomorrow. 

It seems like this is your routine, Yoongi talking in his night roughened words, you nod here and there, while he puts everything back in it’s spot, the dirty laundry gets put in the large wicker basket, the dirty towels from a shower you both took hung up to be dried and used again. Betas don’t nest, but Yoongi might as well be nesting. 

Your hair dries shiny and tangled, if not a little healthy looking. Seokjin’s hands itches; there is a brush in the bathroom. He wonders if Yoongi ever brushes your hair for you- that seems like the kind of thing you’d like done to you. He can already see your pupils dilated, omega space incoming if you’re not already completely settled into it.

In the other room. Seokjin can hear Jimin and Jungkook bickering over something and it chaffs against his ears. just a little. if he was next to them he’d kiss them quiet.

Yoongi tolerates your glancing back and forth between seokjin and the open door for a few more seconds before he leans in low, balancing with one hand over the nest to kiss your forehead. Seokjin watches fidling with his cosmetics bag, He hears Yoongi’s hushed words, “go on. Ask him sweetheart.”

“Ask me what?” You let out a whine and bury your face in your pillow, effectively hiding from Jin and Yoongi's words, squirming a little under their gazes. 

The beta sighs but it’s all-fond, Seokjin knows what it feels like to drop into that warm puddle before bed when your instincts are at your strongest, to let your brain melt away to something tender and cloud soft. He can’t imagine that it makes you particularly verbal given your usual proclivities. 

Yoongi juts his chin in the direction of the nest once, cocking his head at Jin with a playful smile. Yoongi only gets this way when he’s tired, playful and a little flirty. you don’t seem to mind, in fact, it seems like yoongi is breaking you down to the place you need to be at before you sleep. 

It hits him then, what you’re asking- “Oh- oh.”

Something stirs in Seokjin's stomach, something that feels too possessive to be safe- especially to have those feelings for you. Warm and gooey but undeniably hungry. “You want me to sit in your pretty nest don’t you sweetheart?”

Your answering shiver and bright eyes as you nod are enough consent for him, you parrot back his words, “pretty?” and seokjin- seokjin is about to pounce on you for that, how tentative you are. 

“Yes, you did such a good job with it, looks so nice.” Seokjin called your nest pretty- the omega that you've progressively started to look up to more and more over the last few weeks- called it pretty. Your chest heaves with a shakey breath. 

“In?” you ask, so quietly, scooting over to make space for him. 

Yoongi watches the way Seokjin’s tenseness instantly eases when he gets inside the carefully constructed border, careful not to disrupt it. The purr shocks him so much that he clamps a hand over his mouth in surprise. A completely involuntary reaction. 

Seokjin is not the kind of person who purrs in another omegas nest (not that he finds himself in a nest that’s not his and Jungkook’s often). But because purrs are as much a vocalization of comfort as they are a claim. This is my safe space, a purr says. Mine.

he’s just about to apologize for being rude, but before he can you grab the hand over his mouth, not hard, just bringing yours up to thumb at the scent gland at his wrist. Sending a zing up his arm to his chest, making his scent fluff out happy cream with no hint of the wet puppy, the first time it’s been undisturbed all day.

It surprises Jin so much even more when you lift it away to drag it across the border, and- oh- now the nest smells like both of you. 

Seokjin’s never done this with another omega but Jungkook. Seokjin can’t stop himself- the rest of the nest might be completely perfect not a blanket to fluff or a pillow to adjust, but the distance between the two of you isn’t. You flop over, his hands curling on your back to hold you. The urge to move your body against his almost frantic. get you closer. jin dosen’t realize what he’s doing when he moves your legs, slings them over his own, until he’s looking down at you, hair sprawled across the pillows, fingers curling. 

“Sorry- sorry I don’t know what came over me it’s just-”

Yoongi touches his shoulders- for a moment Jin almost forgot he was there. and its then that Jin realizes you’re nuzzling into him too- nose pressed against his scent gland, taking deep lungful’s of air, gasping. “Jinnie- do not apologize.” 

Yoongi is so rarely forceful with their oldest, and now, it keeps Jinnie purring, the noise building, unrepentant in his throat. Your’s joins in after a moment, an octave higher.

At that moment, Tae calls from the other room. Hushed like the others are at least partially asleep. “Jin? You coming?” Seokjin looks from you to Yoongi, every pup has already been forehead kissed for the evening, and your nest- it calls to him. 

Leaving it now would set itch under his skin and Jin- as much as his pack are in the other room- Jin doesn't want to leave. 

Your hands tighten around him, like you’re worried of him leaving, your purr cuts off into a whine and you pull yourself impossibly closer to him. looking up at him with wide pleading eyes. Your lips in a cute pout.

Seokjin swallows a bated breath. “Actually I’m cozy in here.” 

The pack calls out there I love you’s and goodnights, to Yoongi, Jin, and you, though you’re exempt from the I love you’s- mostly- the way Jimin hovers at the end of his sentence gives you pause. But you all let the moment pass, let yoongi get up and shut off the light, seeing as you and Jin couldn't remove yourselves from the nest or each other if you tried. 

He’s surprised, or maybe he should be less shocked, when his eyes start stinging. It’s not an unhappy cry that he blinks away, but at thankful one. you and jin remain blissfully unaware. but yoongi, yoongi looks down at the two of you and just- a part of him thats been hurting- for a while- heals, just a little bit. 

Here, they love you too. I told you they would. Even if they can’t say it yet. This is all yoongi’s ever wanted for you, a life so thick with love that there was room for little else. He couldn’t give you that, not on his own. 

Yoongi smiles down at the two of you as you pull Seokjin impossibly closer, underneath the two or three duvets that you use as covers. seokjin helps pull them over the two of you.

Yoongi puts the air con on and it instantly makes the room colder- perfect for cuddling. Your body and your feet are warm as you press them to Jin’s ankles. Struggling under his arms. The nesting instinct doesn't only apply to things, your own body isn't exempt from it and you struggle to find the perfect position to alleviate the itch.

And then yoongi gets in the bed, and you and seokjin both man handle him into the right position. He laughs, deep and gravely, thick with a little emotion, but you don’t mind- he smells so happy. You all do. Seokjin thinks he’s found the right position until you whine, strong arming your way in-between the two of them. He settles.

Seokjin has always smelled so good- so safe and warm. He’s hotter under your fingers. His body is firm and soft in all the right places. 

Oh- there’s so much hair- he forgot how girls were. He noses through it- smelling your shampoo. Seokjin hadn’t dated many people before Yoongi- but there had been a female alpha pair that tried to court him early in college. He forgot how it kind of gets everywhere, in his mouth even.

“Thank you,” he murmurs when the sounds in the house have gone quiet. It will take a while to get used to all the creeks and squeaks, but Seokjin already lets it fade to the back round in favor of listening to your deep breathes, Yoongi’s too. 

It’s been months since he and Yoongi slept in the same bed too, since Jin saw his cheek pillow and his hands tuck themselves under his sheets. Jin is used to the way that Yoongi sleeps by now, is used to setting his body up to fit around the beta. 

He’s too much of a coward to ask you to switch places so he can cuddle the both of you equally. All of you vie for the middle spot, but you win out (it’s no mystery why, when Seokjin and Yoongi share a soft look over your head).

You leave the doors open between your room and theirs so you can still smell each other, Jin’s nostrils flare, soothed to the point where he can smell each of his pack mates, but not so sensitive that all he can smell is sadness. Though all the lights are off, if Jin squints he can see your face. Jin’s heart rate slows as you nuzzle closer. Scenting him quietly, movements slowing, as you get more and more sleepy.

“It’s okay.” In the safeness of the darkness, you don’t mind getting closer or talking, just a tiny bit. Especially because you know he can’t see your face. The closeness you have now settles something within you, fulfilling the near frantic urge you have to get closer to the pack omega. You don’t know what's come over you only that you just- want him closer. Can’t seem to get your bodies aligned right. 

Yoongi huffs a laugh behind you and oh fuck- if you only had two pairs of arms you’d be able to hold them both properly. You’ve never cuddled with two people at the same time before and being in the middle between the two of them makes you feel so safe and boxed in.

Yoongi’s fingers find the nape of your neck and you go absolutely boneless. “It’s been a long day.” Yoongi comments from behind you. On your other side doing something with his hands that turns you into a boneless lump against Seokjin’s chest.

Seokjin strokes down your back, lingering around your waist. His hands feel so big on you; he kind of loves the feeling. “You’re so- cute. My cutest pup in the cutest nest imaginable.“

You shift against him, giggling softly, seokjin can feel the way your diaphragm twitches, “really?” Seokjin nuzzles against your hairline. 

“Don’t tell the others.” But yes, every part of you is cute, you tentatively wrap your arms around him, hands hovering on his shoulders, so broad, your hands barely cover any sizable bit of his skin. If you where a cat, you’d have tiny tiny paws.

“If I’m babying you too much- if I’m touching you too much, please let me know.” Seokjin would never want you to feel like you where belittled, doted on and treasured, yes- but not dismissed.

You hum thoughtfully,  Seokjin’s fingers stroke over your lower back, soothing. It feels strange to have his fingers thumbing across you. You realize why it feels weird after a second, the way Seokjin touches you is the same way that Yoongi likes to be touched. You wonder if either of them realizes it. That love has shaped the way they touch. You don’t think they know.

 “Don’t mind it- like it- it makes me feel taken care of-“ you tuck yourself down, more eye level with Seokjin’s chest, head-butting his sternum. Your next words are muffled. “like feeling small.”

Seokjin continues to touch, and you keep purring. Seokjin makes pointed eye contact with Yoongi, and the beta leans forward, balancing on one arm, to dot a kiss on his cheek. You hear the smack of lips against skin. 

But then Seokjin’s hands pause, just above your waistband. Your shirt is still tucked down, so he hasn’t touched your bare skin, not yet. But he feels something- under your shirt. Something ridged that are not seams or the knobs of your spine.

You stiffen when he stills- you know what he's felt, know because Yoongi’s told you he can feel them under your clothes before- the scars. 

You pull back a little, to look at Seokjin's face, he's tired, but suddenly more awake because- he’s found something that shouldn’t be there- a loop hole or a glitch, a wrinkle in time and something on your skin that doesn’t belong.

"Are those..." he doesn't dare finish his sentence. Curse his own observance, because the soft light in your eyes suddenly disappears, leaving only darkness. And you pull yourself back- though not for long.

You still feel safe, safe enough between the two of them even with Seokjin’s face breaking into an expression of horror that you know so well- you’ve seen it on Yoongi’s face countless times. You could lie to Jin or you could say it’s nothing but somehow; you think practicing honesty might be what you both need right now.

"They’re scars." 

Yoongi makes a displeased noise as you pull away. Backing up into him. Your bed is only a king, it's still a little cramped with three people. Yoongi does not get pushed back off the bed like he fears.

You swallow, words quiet but still- it’s just Jin. He’s in your nest it’s safe, safe like buttercream frosting and patterned Band-Aids. Like the soft moment between when you wake and wake slowly. There is enough room for the truth here.

"I'll show you if you want."

Seokjin Swallows thickly and nods. Yoongi turns back on the light and you pull yourself onto your knees, turning, and untucking your shirt from its waistband. Wrenching it up so that Jin can see. Holding it underneath your chest

The first thing he notices is how your ribs catch the light, shadowing enough that he can see them without having to feel them, and then Yoongi moves out of the way and the light falls across your lower back.

He can’t tell how deep they might have gone, at least not at first, not until he touches them so softly with his fingertips, not as rough as Yoongi’s but still there. Touches them like he’s worried the memories of pain- of getting those scars will come back if he touches you too hard. 

Seokjin is ashamed to admit it, but his first reaction to seeing them- the word written across your back in scars, is revulsion- but not thankfully directed at you.

Until then, part of Seokjin believed that your abuse was just run of the mill emotional abuse. But not- not this, not this kind of thing, that leaves deep physical marks and even deeper emotional scars.

Seokjin meditates his smell back into the milk scent, because he will not make your nest smell like his displeasure on a night like this.

Your burn from nearly three weeks ago is completely scabbed over, healing and pink on your forearms. Soon it will join the patchwork of scars that litter your body. The ones on your lower back are the exact opposite of healed, pink, deep.

“Holy shit-“ Seokjin traces the word, lightly with the tip of his finger. The scar is so- noticeable, ropy and thick. He almost would think it's a brand if it wasn't for their tapered ends. Even in the half-light, he can perfectly make it out. ‘Worthless’ scrawled across your back. The s’s are the messiest, Seokjin’s fingers hover over them, and now they seem torn into your skin rather than cut.

Now that he’s seen this, He’s worried about what might be on the rest of your body. You notice what he fixates on. The last bit of your scar- maybe one of the worst wounds on your body. His fingers still. 

“The end was the worst, by then, he was so angry and drunk that he had to try a few times to get it right. the knife was dull too- and that didn’t help.”

Seokjin can’t fucking breathe. Especially not when you retuck your shirt back into your pants. Turn back over, not to Jin, but to bury yourself in Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi and Jin share a devastated look. You say it so blankly- like it hardly matters to you anymore.

Seokjin’s hands continue Their petting up and down your back. especially once Yoongi maneuvers you back into your last position sprawled out on the covers. You relax but not into the happy bonelessness you had before but into a touch starved listlessness that seokjin’s seen in hobi more times than he can count. 

He keeps touching you trying to push it back, But there’s something wrong. You shiver, a little violently, and Jin pauses. Yoongi’s hands stop their gripping, and he grabs Jin’s in his, gently.

“You’re doing it too lightly, that’s the issue, a little firmer and a little slower- there you go” Yoongi guides Jin's hands, shows him the kind of pressure that you like. Not a scratch but certainly a firmer touch. Yoongi knows makes you feel better. Yoongi has learned that too light of touches only make you feel more nervous and jumpy, unsure where his hands are going.

He’s slowly beginning to be able to read your body language, you fiddling with the front of his shirt means that you’re okay with the distance between the two of you, and the listless restless way you hold your body means he’s too far away.

“It’s a good thing you’ve got Yoongi to translate,” Jin swallows. “ I swear it’s like you’re in each other's heads sometimes.” 

Seokjin might just be sleepy; he might just be overestimating things. But he swears for a second before Yoongi replies with a deep chuckle that both of you freeze.

Yoongi is the first one to regain his easy air. “You just have to pay attention hyung, I’ll show you.” Because one-way of loving doesn’t fit one person perfectly. You’re all a little different.

I’ll show you, and show them Yoongi will- he’ll show them how to love you, every right touch, and every perfect way of kissing. Even if you don’t know it yet- you might need Yoongi to show them- you’re so- so delicate. So easy to break or make afraid. And though they'd never willingly or purposefully make you uncomfortable, they just might accidentally.

You need the slow steady pull of Jin’s hands over your back- doing what can only be called petting. He trips your hair, carefully lying it up above your head so that he can work his fingers along your neck is smooth easy patterns. 

 Seokjin presses his face to the back of your hair, flyways be dammed, you shiver at the kiss, but this one isn’t a bad shiver, but a good one. He hides his tears in your hair. God this- how did Yoongi handle all of this alone. 

For the first time- Seokjin truly understands why Yoongi couldn’t walk away, couldn’t come back to them after having seen you like this. seokjin can’t imagine having to have watched you suffer through this just like he can’t imagine you having to handle this on your own without a packmate in sight. From what he knows, you’d have had to had those scars before yoongi came to you. 

“You don’t believe that? Do you?” 

You shrug and don't answer right away. Seokjin doesn't like that, doesn’t like that at all, his distress mounting by the second when he realizes… your answer must not be one you think he wants to hear- and no- that just won’t do. "Hey, would you look at me for a second?" you pause, and turn around,

"I know it probably doesn’t make much of a difference but you're not worthless to us- you’re not worthless to me. I- I’m so sorry that that happened to you, you didn’t deserve it, you're not anything and everything that he ever told you where."

You fiddle with the front of his shirt, not responding. Seokjin could argue, could repeat the words again, but he's beginning to realize they might not be helpful. he’s looking for a response that you can’t give- yet. The only way to rewire the way your brain thinks is with slow and careful loving, days and days of it, months. 

And though Jin knows Yoongi’s already been putting in the work, You have more people who love you now. And one of them is right in front of you. “I know-“ you finally get out, “it’s just hard.” 

“It’s okay pup, I understand. I’ll always listen if that makes you feel better.”

You squirm, frustrated but with yourself not them. Your words fail you, but Seokjin and Yoongi don’t. Seokjin pulls himself closer. Running his hands down your back, tracing slowly but firmly over every curve and crevice of your spine.

He does not touch your scar, worried about how sensitive you might be. But Yoongi does, gripping your hips and pulling you back against him, shoving one of his thighs between your legs, not in a sexual way. Yoongi knows you like to be manhandled. Pulled snug and doll like against his chest, a willing puppet to be loved and touched, truly at ease. 

Seokjin practically feels you sink into the mattress. You whine, turning and pressing yourself back into his arms. yoongi’s arms encircle your stomach as jin presses his smile into your shoulder. Some bright things do not deserve to be touched by shadows- and Seokjin’s smile feels like it could practically conjure daylight. 

He presses his smile into your shoulder, and then into your cheek, and when he opens his eyes he’s staring down at your lips, parted and eyes upturned. 

 In the darkness Seokjin swears he sees your eyes flicker down to his lips. He’s never felt surer of something in his life when he realizes oh- she could want to kiss you. Do you want to Jinnie? Do you want to get your lips all aligned? would your skin taste sweet? Would it feel as plush as your body does pressed so close to his?

He gently, and delicately slides his hands under your shirt, on your hips just hovering, pulling you a little closer. Close enough that your lips are just barely almost touching. “Is this okay?” he asks, thumbs working on your hip bones.  and you nod imperceptibly eyelids and long lashes fluttering. And Jin is close enough that he can feel when you swallow. Feel the supple swell of your chest when you breath and it presses against his.

“Tell me no, if you don’t want me too please tell me no.” 

You look up at him, eyes that flicker down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. You can’t think that he’ll be anything other than gentle. You nod, slowly.

“Then how about this?” you’re not sure who moves first- if its jin or you. but Seokjin’s lips are so soft- so soft as they press so gently against yours. You nearly gasp but Jin lets you breathe, your body is humming, vibrating with energy, Jin’s nostrils flare as your scent fills the room, sweet sweet and getting sweeter.

You break apart, lips parted and pink. Jin could make them chapped if you let him. 

Your body is so warm under his hands, hot even. Like he’s thrown you into a pseudo heat. Your eyelashes flutter again and Jin glimpses Yoongi’s fingers, threaded through your hair and scratching over your scalp. You nod, and you press your forehead against his throat.

You let out a whine and Yoongi and Jin explain a wordless look. Yoongi grins, and Jin takes it as permission to egg you on. “Use your words pup,” in the darkness, Seokjin sees your mouth move around the word, pup.

“Just- gives me a second. Need- needa-calm down.” Looking over your head, Jin makes eye contact with Yoongi. He’d never tell you. But at the moment, Yoongi looks proud enough to cry.

You stay close like that, however unintentionally falling asleep after your first goodnight kiss of many- so so many. There will be many nights that you end them this way, cuddled close. Finding a safe refuge in the presence of each other; a worthy home for your souls

When you wake in the morning you have to squirm your way out from Jin’s arms. You just need to pee, and then you’ll be back in bed, you promise.

But then your foot hits something soft and squishy and you fall to the ground with a shriek.

 Yoongi rolls out of bed, ready to go at the first sound of your squeal, almost stepping on Namjoon’s face. The air goes out of Namjoon stomach and he wakes coughing. Spluttering and thumping against the floor. The noise wakes everyone and before you know it Jimin is running through your door, trailing a blanket, nearly hitting the doorframe. “What wrong what’s-“

Jimin takes one look at you and Namjoon on the floor, Yoongi standing; looking down at Namjoon’s head between his heals. Jin sitting and up in bed, hair sticking up everywhere, Namjoon even has drool on his cheek from where his face was pressed against the hardwood floor.

“What the fuck are you doing on my bedroom floor!” shock is apparently enough to get you to speak in the morning, and even curse. And that’s more than Yoongi can hope for on the average morning even if this one did literally start on the wrong foot (literally).

Namjoon is red, bright red at being caught, he scratches the back of his neck, looking embarrassed “I just- it smelled so nice and I missed-“ you hold up a finger, and Jin has in in himself to be impressed at how effortlessly you command the pack alpha- a good thing too. If you’re going to be in their pack you’d have to learn sooner rather than later.

And Namjoon is equal parts chagrinned and ready to be reprimanded. nearly tucks his tail between his legs when you hiss your reply; “If you’re going to camp out at the foot of the bed like a dog you might as well get in the fucking nest.” You spit, frustrated and grumpy at being woken up like this, rubbing your bottom.

One moment you're rubbing your bottom and the next you stare wide-eyed. Realizing what you’ve said and who you’ve said it too. 

Namjoon blinks, Yoongi blinks, and after a second Seokjin booms out a laugh, the others join in. “Well- you heard her- get in Joonie-”

And that’s how the rest of your love story starts.

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but what you don’t know is that there is something that threatens your peace.  however slight, In that little coffee shop that once housed Yoongi and Jin so many years ago when they where on the precipice of everything- who now sit safely in the confines of the nest that you’ve so carefully constructed. 

Safe- but maybe not for long.

The inside of the coffee shop across town is as dusty as it is grimy, a layer of dirt and grease from years of pastries and grubby hands. More than a few coffee rings too. It’s just after the morning business rush and just before the college kids and high schoolers pull themselves out of bed. 

The middle of a shift change. The same youth from the other night, blond hair, chubby cheeks- too young to work in a place like this, too young to be apart of a gang either- but he was born into the family, similarly to Yoongi. sometimes, life just happens and you’re moving drugs for the largest organized crime family in the northeast- before you’ve even applied for college.

The youth isn’t a big player, a third cousin and so far removed from the family that he only loosely can call himself a member. They switch out for shifts- finally trading places with the man he works for, a brother or a cousin of someone in the mob, not a main player not by far. They both occupy similar spots in the hierarchy.  

it feels foolish but the youth had been so proud of himself for doing something grown up, helping the gang operate. it’s foolish and youthful, Because mafia families aren’t the way they are in fiction. the reality is far more dangerous. 

Something has been weighing on him, as he shifts, gathering his books and things before he leaves. He’s spent every hour between when he saw you and Hoseok thinking, wondering if he should- if it's any of his business- if he’s right to make this call.

He stops his boss on his way out. Grabbing his shoulder in a too familiar way that is rightfully shoved off. “What is it boy? did someone throw up in the bathroom again?” unfortunately thats more than a usual predicament, Being so close to the bars they get more than a few drunks through the night.

His boss is the kind of person who you don’t bother unless absolutely necessary, the one you’re supposed to call only when all hell is breaking loose. These kinds of people aren’t the ones you interrupt on a business day unless you have something to show for it.

“You know the pack you told me to keep an eye on?” thats a pitiful comparison to the truth. The small booklets of faces and names complete with a few bullets of information that he was privy too, the people the gang keeps tabs on, the important and dangerous ones. 

“Two of them came in night before last, and I think-” His boss looks suddenly more interested in the boy, looking annoyed and worried as he fumbles over his words. 

“Spit it out”

“I think they said something I wasn’t supposed to hear.”

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Brutally Honest Reactions to Jikook

It was requested on Twitter that I talk about the less positive posts about Jikook moments from my live reactions research. These will NOT include any screenshots, but I will discuss what I saw. I will continue to keep posting positive things about Jikook, but the fandom reaction towards Jikook is one of the reasons why I feel so strongly about supporting them so much. Please read ahead if you are interested. I will also keep it out of the Jikook tag.

I will quickly add my own experience here before I continue. I am an early 2019 ARMY. I didn't follow any BTS accounts on Twitter until after I caught up on content. I then started following Jikook accounts once I got braver, because I could see a clear difference in the way the fandom talked about them. (Or not at all in some cases.) It wasn't until I started following Jikook accounts, that I knew about GCF Tokyo. For a fandom that hyped up Jungkook being a director for LGO, his previous work and especially GCFT is rather ignored. Especially when it's obvious that Jungkook has always had an interest in making videos. 

GCFT

An important factor here is that GCFT was posted after Jimin's lovely twitter edit. From what I saw, no one had any real issues with Jimin's edit. The general consensus was that it was sweet that Jimin and Jungkook were finally able to go on a trip together and that Jimin made an edit out of it. But if that's the case, why were there then issues when GCFT was posted, that are still here today?

Compared to Jimin's edit, there is a clear sense of jealousy when GCFT was released. A "sweet trip" turned into a "not big deal" or started to include fake narratives. Some of which really confused me at first, until I asked someone at the time and got the truth. 

There is a sudden change of tone aimed towards Jikook: “How dare they go on a trip together?” and “how dare they share it with us this way?.”  It's clear to me that this jealously suddenly began because of the editing style, the camera shots and the song used. All of which made you feel a certain way when watching GCFT, if you were not so blind or bitter. However, the fandom did it's best to try to belittle JK's work. Saying excuses such as the song was not intentional or that the editing choices were coincidental. That's not the case at all and to quote a certain song "this is no coincidence."

There is an interesting notion that some shippers and y/n's turned to fan fictions after GCFT was released. This suggests to me that they did indeed in fact feel the same way about GCFT. They got the message loud and clear, but had to try to tune it out with another fantasy because of what they felt. They wanted what Jimin and Jungkook had for themselves or another member.

GCF's after GCFT

After GCFT there was a need to show: "look Jimin and Jungkook aren't that close." Which Jikook didn't get the memo of and it shows that people were keeping an eye on them. However, this was only to be able justify their negative thoughts about the possibility of two men being together. They couldn't stand the idea and came up with every excuse possible to deny it. There were a fair amount of “don’t assume their sexuality” posts floating around.

There was also a definite shift after GCFT with Jikooker’s themselves. Of course they were supportive, but much more discreet about it. Afterwards though ,and up through to today, they got louder about Jimin and Jungkook's bond. It's clear this reflects in the fandom perception of them together as a unit or just on the timeline itself. There is almost an annoyance whenever they show up.

The newer GCF’s turned more into a competition between the members. Something which sadly continued even with the Life Goes On MV. Rather than seen as a cute maknae trip in Osaka, GCFO was used as leverage against Jikook to prove that they weren't that close. Which is bizarre in itself and it was like Jimin wasn't in the video at all.

The outrage that sparked when GCFH was released showed the true hypocrisy of the fandom. Jungkook set the tone beautifully to match the Winter Package location of Helsinki. The fact so many quickly jumped on this, but ignored his skills previously is very telling. For all those yelling about appreciating Jungkook, they only yell when it's about making themselves feel better about something. 

Rose Bowl. I don't need to introduce this. However what I found interesting is that people outside of ARMY were more accepting of what happened than actual ARMY.  It also made me question what the definition of "ot7" is,  because these accounts were going around underneath posts with "stop shipping”, “they're just bros" or my most hated one "they do stuff like this in South Korea all the time."

The last one is an absolute hate of mine and is always used by NON Koreans. ARMY are often all about Korean culture until it's something they don't want to hear or know about. A general translation account has already pointed out that Jikook are extremely close due to lack of honorifics and it moe or less got ignored. Another account will mention the same , but for another unit, and it's worshiped to high heaven. Yet Jikooker’s are delusional for being the ones to understand the cultural significance of it?

Jungkook's Birthday in 2019

I am actually going to be calling out Jikooker’s here because the reverse happened this time. Others found Jimin’s Birthday video sweet, whereas Jikooker’s were being extremely rude and disrespectful ON the timeline towards Jimin about it. Plus the usual "Jikook broke up" malarkey that pops up twice a month happened. I only recently started researching this and I’m not even sure I can make a thread on it, because there was so much fighting on the Timeline about the Birthday video.

This is what spurred me on to write my twitter post about being careful about what you post and where your priorities lie. A lot of Jikooker’s were upset before Jimin posted. Not because "he hasn't posted.”, but because "he hasn't posted [for me]." 

This is something that Jikooker’s have to wrap their heads around. We only see a tiny percentage of their daily lives. They also have each other's phone number and see each other daily. They also know each other extremely well and probably better than any of us actually will. It is not up to us what they post or what we see. Do we miss them? Of course. However, to instantly start hating them for that is wrong. You're acting just like the fandom first did when GCFT came out. These same people also acted like nothing had happened as soon as Jimin posted the photo of Jungkook later on.

Seoul Final

For those that don't remember Rose, she was a k-army translator that went to Seoul Final. In one of her live shows afterwards, she explained how other Karmy were surprised by Jikook's closeness on stage. It wasn't just us.

However ,on Naver, there was a storm brewing about Jimin treating Jungkook inappropriately and the way they were acting on stage. This was first started by Jungkook akages and then spread around to some of the fandom who decided to jump in. 

This is one example of people using K-army as a weapon. That they know *best* when they suffer the same on their side with solos etc... It's also another example of the hatred towards Jimin. 

This isn't something new. Shipping was fairly peaceful and kept its original definition of wanting two people to be together. Even if this did include two real people. It wasn't until the definition of shipping morphed into something new and possibly real, that things started to erupt in the fandom. And this eruption was sadly placed onto Jimin, as people saw him as a disruption to their fantasies. 

This defamation of both Jimin and Jungkook's character from the fandom has been present since the beginning. They are seen as liars or not intelligent. That their closeness is fake, even though you can clearly see it from the start and then develop over the years. It's something that has always been beautiful to witness whilst watching, old content and new.

These examples of fandom reactions I have used are ones all related to expectations. If Jimin and Jungkook do not act as expected or they shock the fandom, one side will react negatively. The fandom also do not seem to like seeing Jikook be so loud, so to speak. And with the emergence of more Jikooker’s on social media, this horrid view of them will no doubt increase  Though many hate the term Jikook. It signifies the unit of Jimin and Jungkook and no matter what, they will do what they want too and continue to do so. Thank you for reading and feel free to ask questions if you have any!

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BTS scenario: Yoongi finds you after 1,871 days (1)

Summary: It takes 1,871 days for Yoongi to find you. Five years, one month, and four days. He’s turned over every house in your village, every pack in your province, and chased your family to every distant home you have before arriving to a quaint apartment in the middle of Seoul. Warnings/Notes: The continuation to Yoongi’s part in this scenario drabble. Please read because it might not sense if you don’t lol. No warnings as of now. 

Word Count: 1,500+ words READ PART TWO HERE

It takes 1,871 days for Yoongi to find you.

Five years, one month, and four days. He’s turned over every house in your village, every pack in your province, and chased your family to every distant home you have before arriving to a quaint apartment in the middle of Seoul.

Inside the car and behind the tinted windows, Yoongi stares up to your apartment. It’s small, but it comes with a balcony where clothes hang to dry. He recognizes a familiar red blouse, and a blue jumper.

What he doesn’t recognize are these: a small pair of shorts, a school uniform, and a plain shirt - all in a size of perfect for a child.

1,871 days is a long time but you split it like this: the time before Yongho and the time after Yongho.

It didn’t take long for you to leave the pack after that night with Yoongi. You knew then that if you drag your feet, you’ll never be able to leave. So, with your family’s promise and blessing, you packed your bags, your savings, and your heart and boarded the next plane out of the country.

You didn’t think Yoongi would look for you (but you hoped, desperately, sometimes even too much) but still, you took serious precautions. Running away with an alpha’s child is not a slight offense regardless of the reason.

With no family and no friends, you hunkered down in the outskirts of Taipei. You watched summer turn to fall, and then by winter, your arms are warmed by the small bundle of joy that is your son.

Yongho is a precious boy, with your nose and lips, and Yoongi’s feline eyes. He’s curious, energetic, and affectionate, and not a day goes by that you’re not thankful for his presence.

When he turned three, and with no new news of Yoongi coming from your family, you opted to return to your homeland to finish your post-graduate studies. You never planned on hiding Yongho from his father forever, but for years after you left, your family urged you not to reveal yourself.

The pack has splintered, stay hidden until everything settles. They are invoking the old law.

And so you did, however, now, circumstances have changed.

“Yongho, I’d like to introduce you to someone.”

Yoongi watches a few steps behind you as you kneel down to your child’s height. Even with your crouching form, he still couldn’t see his son’s features. He’s small for his age, he muses, just like he was in his youth.

Yoongi hears a sound of high-pitched approval from his child, before your lips curve into a familiar smile.

“Good,” you say, “Why don’t you change clothes and then you can join us in the kitchen?”

The little boy scampers away with a giggle and you silently turn to Yoongi, leading him to the kitchen.

Your apartment isn’t small, but it’s not large either. The kitchen is quaint with herbs growing on the small window by the sink. Yoongi smells the leftover scents of bacon, milk, and eggs from the air mixed with the tea you placed in front of him.

For a while, it’s silent and Yoongi takes care to observe you.

It’s been five years but somehow, the difference startles him. Though your features remained the same, there’s a certain hardness to it now, like a polished sword - a calm protective air.

“Mama! I’m ready!”

Your scent immediately spikes with warmth as you hear your son’s steps down the stairs. You turn in your chair, catching him so readily in your arms.

“I combed my hair too, see?” Yongho peers up to you with a smile, one of his front teeth missing. Smiling fondly, you touch his hair lightly. “I see that, my love, good job.”

Yongho grins before turning and glancing at the man with his eyes, sitting at the other end of your dining table. His smile wobbles at the seriousness in the man’s face but he perseveres. He’s a guest, mama said.

Seeing that Yoongi has caught your son’s attention, you clear your throat. You’ve never lied about your son’s father ever since he first asked about it when he was three, and so this conversation shouldn’t be hard.

“Yongho, this is Yoongi, your father.”

The secondary gender’s characteristics manifests early into puberty. However, with the advancement of science and technology, people have found a way to determine an individual’s secondary gender as early as they’re 6 months old.

You tried avoiding these tests for Yongho to give him a shot at a regular, unburdened childhood but it became unavoidable when you tried to enroll him to his first pre-school class.

It had taken all of your family’s dwindling connections to scrub the records clean but even that isn’t enough to keep the news from reaching the elders ears.

Your son, little Y/L/N Yongho, is the rarest of them all - a male omega.

And so you called Yoongi. It’s less of him finding you, and more of you allowing yourself to be found. With nothing left to possibly do, you reached out to the only one you think can help.

Things have settled quite quickly, your son is young, forgiving and eager. At the sight of his father, he quickly warmed up and you watched Yoongi struggle faintly at the overwhelming energy of your pup.

They spent the whole day in his room, watching movie after movie, and playing with every toy Yongho owns. He even showed his father his drawings, most of which were of the town you lived in Taiwan.

“So that’s where you went.” Yoongi observes, finger touching the crayon drawing of you and Yongho making pineapple cakes.

The sun has already set and Yongho’s knocked out in his room. The two of you are once again across each other, on the other sides of your mahogany kitchen table.

“Yes,” you respond calmly, “We stayed there for three years.”

Yoongi breathes, closes his eyes and tries not to think of you, heavily pregnant and alone. There’s time to discuss the past, but that’s not today. Still, he couldn’t help the bitterness seep into his voice, not after he’s known what he missed for five years.

A son, a beautiful son.

“Had I known you’re craving pineapple cakes, we would’ve sent for it.”

I looked for you, he wants to say, I nearly went mad, looking for you.

You let out a pained chuckle, “Funny. I actually couldn’t stand it when I was pregnant. Yongho loves them though.”

“Why am I here?” Yoongi cuts, his alpha rearing its head. That’s our blood she hid, it snarls, our seed, our son - she took him away!

Wordlessly, you took out a red envelope from under your seat. The familiar seal of the pack elders broken into two. You slide it towards Yoongi and watch as he reads it contents.

You watch as his eyes grow sharper and his jaw clench reading the request of the elders. He too, has changed, you observe. The wild energy you’ve associated with him is gone, perhaps veiled under the surface.

After all, an omega’s chosen alpha should be a man of discipline.

“They can’t do this,” Yoongi grits out. “It’s against the law to take a child from their family.”

You shake your head, nights poured over the texts of your youth heavy on your mind, “The pack only recognizes families of mated individuals.”

Yoongi’s eyes flicker at your unmarked neck and his alpha curls into himself. Unmarked. Our son’s mother is unmarked, it whimpers. Before he could speak, you continue on.

“I’ve read the books, and sought advice from the Wong pack of Taipei, there are two ways to avoid this—“

Marriage, Yoongi thinks, and the box in his pocket suddenly weighs a ton. He’s carried it around for five years, hoping to find you. 

“—but since mating is out of question—“ a flash of the old you passes in your eyes, and Yoongi opens his mouth to protest, but you don’t stop.

“— I’ve invoked the ancient law.” You pause, taking a deep breathe. “A month from now, I’ll be battling the primary alpha of the pack for the custody of our child.”

Yoongi gasps. The primary alpha… is Jeon Jungkook, one of their strongest and most devoted to the omega. He’ll tear you apart if she so asks.

Yoongi startles when you push your chair back, standing suddenly in front of him. Your eyes are brimming with unshed tears, but your back is straight, as you kneel down- your forehead to the ground, a few inches from his feet.

“Min Yoongi, alpha of the Min family, father of my son, my former betrothed — for all that we were and we cannot be, I beseech you.”

Yoongi’s alpha is snarling inside his head, confused, scared, angry at your thoughtless decision and his own thoughtlessness that lead you here. It’s a visceral reaction - an alpha doesn’t bow to another alpha, but here you are.  Everything for your son. 

“If I lose, take our son. He needs your name.”

END NOTES: Well, this got out of hand. There’s a lot unsaid between these two and a lot of time passed by between the them in the drabble and this one. Let me know what you think! I’m thinking of where to bring the other hyungline members’ plotlines still.  Hearts are great but comments and reblogs will reach a lot more readers. Let’s spread the love!  Should I continue Yoongi’s story? What do you think will happen? TAG LIST: @justmewondering-recs @cloudbuffalo @blushingatyou @aroseharder @neverthefirstchoice @xanny91 @sugaaddiction @flirtygerty​ @darkskin-buttercup​

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chapter 38

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.97K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: sorry for the late update! I was busy today, so I wasn't able to update as early as I'd like. PLUS i still have to write Jimin's birthday chapter so I'll release that tomorrow. Two updates in a week FEELS.

(pps all dialogue in bold from this moment forward means that the character is speaking in English)

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language | mentions of rape | childhood trauma | multiple forms of abuse | mentions of blood and injuries | toxic relationships

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear | @mangminnie | @pixiekooo (not taggable) | @cana

Haven't I said this before?

That pain doesn't leave?

It constantly reminds you of its existence, and even if you manage to overcome it, it's still there. Hiding and waiting for the moment where you'll break down. Waiting for the chance to destroy you all over again.

Perhaps, in this moment, you should have remembered.

"What are you doing here?"

Your voice is small, feeble, and shaking. Every move he makes you are sure to remember, your guard up and prepared for anything he may do to you. You don't know for sure why he's here, but the way the two of you left things off last time, you aren't sure if you want to find out.

When he takes a step closer to you, your hands tighten on the door, and you visibly flinch, taking a step backward.

"Yen? Who is it?"

You never thought you'd be so grateful to see Taehyung's face. Turning to him as though he were your savior, he immediately sees the panic in your eyes and narrows his towards the newcomer. He may not know exactly what's going on, but he can tell that this person is someone who you don't feel comfortable around. He would even say you're frightened.

And maybe you were, but now, with him by your side, some of your strength and resolve return as you are reminded that you are no longer alone. You have someone who will stay loyally by your side.

As you raise your eyes to Alex, however, you can spy that familiar glint of anger and malice in his otherwise blue eyes. He's always been the jealous type, a major issue in your relationship, so you aren't surprised, but you can't help but feel a sense of hypocrisy.

He's the one who cheated on you, and yet he thinks he has a right to be jealous?

Has he forgotten it's over?

"Yeah Yen," he murmurs, his jaw set tightly and his eyes narrowed in displeasure. You had forgotten he was raised in Korea, you were hoping he wouldn't be able to understand Taehyung. "Who am I?"

You nearly scoff at the question, your fear quickly rooting itself in your throat and turning to hatred and respite. With Tae at your side, you stand straight, your hand now tightening on the knob as a way to release your frustration instead of your dread.

"No one important." You snarl, almost wishing you could slam the door shut right in his face. His eyes, eyes you once found beautiful and alluring, widen with your words, a flicker of hurt clearly found beneath his anger.

"Are you serious?" He takes another step forward, but this time, you refuse to flinch and allow him to take dominance over the situation. "After everything, am I really nothing to you?"

"After everything?!" You shout incredulously, your eyes widening with the same emotion. He swallows hard at the clear yet subtle reminder of what he's done, and at the sight of his discomfort you want to smile in the sick satisfaction it gives you. You curl your upper lip as you press your finger into his chest, forcing him back the same steps he just ventured back into your life.

"After everything, you're lucky I even acknowledge your existence." You hiss with as much venom as is possible.

"Yen, please." He begs you, but you refuse to accept it.

If there's any sight of regret or apologies in his irises, you don't want to see it. You don't want to acknowledge it. He's done what he's done, there's no fixing that now. As you pull away, you make sure he knows it, your eyes stone cold against his plea.

"I want nothing more to do with you." You murmur, making sure your voice is steady as can be. No signs of weakness, or hurt, no signs of regret. Especially not now. "I would like it if you could leave."

You start to close the door, but you were a fool for thinking that he would give up that easily.

He pushes against the door, leaving you to stumble back, your hand nearly being yanked from its firm hold on the knob. You wince at the sharp pain that awakens in your wrist, and if he notices, he doesn't seem to care. He lunges forward, grabbing your arm and squeezing it tight, causing you to let out a sharp hiss of pain.

"Let go!" You cry, trying to pull away, but he's stronger than you remember and you're caught off guard. Your heart beats loud in your throat as past trauma begins to scratch its way free from the inner corners of your mind. Panic rising in the back of your throat, you look up at him only to see desperation clouding any form of reason.

"Yen, just let me explain." His grip on you only grows stronger every time you pull back, and it doesn't seem to bother him that he's hurting you. You can feel the tears brimming at the corner of your eyes, as his fingertips dig deep into your flesh helplessness seeping into the corners of your mind.

"Alex, you're hurting me!" You plead, hoping that he'll listen to you. You were afraid of this, he doesn't listen to others when he's upset, he just pushes and pushes until he gets what he wants. "Please just let go!"

"No, not until you listen to me." And whenever things don't go his way, he gives you an ultimatum, gaslighting and manipulating you to make you feel inferior as though your situation was your fault and not his. You wince as you struggle against him, thinking that you were a fool to ever trust a man like this with your heart.

"Tell me, Alex, what more is there to say?"

At your words, you can feel his grip loosen, and you see this as your chance to break free. Gathering up your strength, you pull your arm out of his hold, but it's only a moment of freedom before he realizes what's happened and grabs it once more. This time, however, he is not satisfied having you in his clutches, he wants you to be outside in his space. On his terms.

As he tries to drag you outside, you can feel the panic grow at an intolerable rate. You try to pull back, to stay in your apartment, but he doesn't give in, only increasing his hold on you. You can feel the cage he once held you in growing tighter and tighter, and the thought of being stuck in that impossible situation makes the hopelessness in your heart grow overwhelming.

But when you feel the arms around you, everything else fades away.

Taehyung doesn't know who this person is, nor does he care. The only thing he knows is that he hurt you. He made that helpless and frightened look appear on your face. As soon as he realized that you were unable to defend yourself against him, Taehyung knew he couldn't ignore the situation anymore.

How dare someone make you look that way? How dare they think that it's okay to ignore your feelings and hurt you, no matter what they may feel? Taehyung can feel the dark swirling pit inside of him grow and fester as he takes Alex's hand in his own and squeezes it until he lets out a soft cry of pain and finally releases you.

As Alex raises his eyes to Tae's in a furious rage, he's met with a cold unforgivable stare.

It's clear that if Alex touches you one more time, Taehyung will not hesitate to teach him what personal boundaries and consent really mean. His hands tighten protectively around your shoulders as he holds you to him, shielding you from the unfamiliar oppressor. He doesn't release Alex from his fierce glare, the tension growing tight around the three of you.

"What the hell is your problem?" Alex growls, not ready to back down and at the statement, you can see the fury burn cold in Taehyung's dark eyes.

"She told you to let go. It seems that you had trouble understanding a simple request." He answers his voice level but laced with icy venom.

"Who are you?!" Alex exclaims, his eyes sparkling with malice.

Taehyung smirks, before pulling you closer to him and raising an eyebrow. "Who do you think I am?"

Growling, Alex tightens his fist, those blue eyes now darkened into a deep turquoise with his fury. You know that look, it's a look you've tried to avoid. Normally it was never directed towards you, but when it was, it never ended well.

You wince at the memory.

Any minute now his emotions will turn into a blind rage and he'll end up hurting someone or saying something he will most likely regret. You try to step in front of Taehyung to stop him before anyone gets hurt, but Tae doesn't let you pass.

You look up at him, a bit shocked, but are at a stalemate when you see the look in his eyes. They are aflame with fury and hatred, and if it weren't for your presence beside him, he might have introduced Alex to his fist before your ex even had a chance. The look sends shivers down your spine, and you realize you've never witnessed Taehyung angry. Yes, maybe you've seen pictures and maybe he's been irritated while on TV, but those are fluffy kittens compared to the look you see on Tae's face now.

"Get out of my way." Alex snarls and Taehyung scoffs, regarding Alex with the most spine-chilling glare you've ever seen him wear.

"Make me."

With that, Alex's restraints are shattered, and he lunges forward, his fist connecting with Taehyung's chin in a loud crack of bone against bone. You let out a soft cry as Tae stumbles back into your arms, rubbing his jaw in annoyance. You can tell that all of Alex's anger was packed into that punch given the already reddening bruise on Tae's chin. Anger swirling like a storm in your gut, you turn towards Alex, glaring at him with as much venom and hatred that you can muster.

This has gotten completely out of hand.

Pushing past Taehyung, you walk up to Alex and promptly shove him in his shoulder, making sure that he is completely out of your apartment, behind the line that you have clearly drawn between the two of you.

"Yen..." Tae murmurs behind you, but you shake your head slightly, letting him know that it isn't his fault. Perhaps he already knew that, but there's no harm in reassuring him that it's not him you're mad at.

That honor is reserved for someone else entirely.

"Leave him alone," you hiss sharply, your eyes narrowing in your fury. You can see the guilt manifesting in his eyes, but at this moment you could care less if he regrets it. "This doesn't concern him."

"Yen, I--" he begins, reaching forward to try and plead with you again, but you yank your hand out of his reach, the violent fury in your eyes freezing him in his place.

"I don't care what you have to say, leave now before you make me hate you more than I already do." You murmur deadly, refusing to let him intrude on your life for much longer. He opens his mouth to reply but is interrupted by a familiar voice that sounds behind him. One that makes you almost let out a sigh in relief.

"I'd do what the lady says." Though you had no idea Sunoh could speak English, it's certainly a helpful skill in this situation.

His face, normally so carefree and complete with a fleeting smile playing on his lips, is now neutral and cold. As he leans against the doorframe across from your apartment, his dark eyes sparkle with malice and hostility. They could strike daggers into anyone's heart and make them wish they were dead instead.

And here you thought Taehyung was scary when he was angry.

"I'm sure you could have had a great macho fight against my good friend here," At the gesture towards Taehyung, Tae lets out a scoff which doesn't go unnoticed by Sunoh but is disregarded for the time being. "But two against one is never as fun as it looks on TV. Of course, you could take your chances...but I wouldn't recommend it."

At the ultimatum, Alex takes one look at Sunoh's strong build and Taehyung's ready fists and decides against the fight. He sighs in frustration before turning back to you and regarding you with a fierce, frustrated glare.

Look at him. The little prince isn't used to not getting what he wants.

"This isn't over." He warns you before promptly flipping the protective pair off and heading down the hallway where he came from.

"Yes, it is." You respond, and at the way he pauses down on his way, you can tell that he heard you loud and clear.

Once he's gone, you can feel an enormous weight lift off of your shoulders and the rest of the world fades away.

In the background, you are aware of Taehyung thanking Sunoh and Sunoh complaining about how "some people can't take hints" but their voices are muffled and hard to hear.

Your ears fill with static and past regrets which refuse to leave your mind. You can feel your body swaying as memories and trauma once more pound to be freed, your ears swelled with the sound of screams and tears, almost as real as the tears now released onto your own cheeks.

When the world turns black, the static growing too much to bear, you are faintly aware of Taehyung's panicked voice calling your name as you fall into strong and warm arms. Arms that provide you a haven you were never allowed to experience before now.

.

.

.

"Thanks for helping, Sunoh."

Though the two of them had a rocky start, Taehyung can't help but be in awe of the young man. He held his ground surprisingly well, and though it pains Tae to admit it, without him they probably wouldn't have gotten out of that situation as smoothly as they had.

Sunoh nods as he fiddles with a mug amongst other things Taehyung is currently putting away. You create quite the mess wherever you live, and nowadays you just don't have the motivation to clean up.

"Of course." Glancing over at the dim hallway where you lie quietly in your bedroom, Sunoh can't help but feel a stab of pity towards you as he hands the mug over to Tae's outstretched hand. "She'll be okay, right?"

At the question, Taehyung pauses.

He's never seen you like that, so broken and afraid. It's like he's venturing into a caged-off area of your mind, and he's not sure if your relationship is ready for that darkness. He wants to be let in, to know about all of you, not just the good but also the bad...

But do you feel the same? Or is he intruding on something that you'd rather keep hidden? Taehyung knows how intrusion can violate someone's emotional state, damaging it perhaps more than it was before, he doesn't want to do that to you. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.

But if he doesn't open the door, will you do it for him?

Or do you intend to hide inside forever?

Taking a deep breath, Tae places the mug back in the cabinet before turning to Sunoh.

"Hopefully."

Sunoh knows the answer is as believable as pigs flying, and he sighs. This isn't a problem they can fix, it's something that Yen has to do on her own. At the thought, Sunoh can't help but feel agitated. It's frustrating not being able to help those you care about.

But maybe...

Looking up at Taehyung, he sighs.

"Look, I don't know what happened any more than you do, but I think you should know that she seems to trust you." Maybe the best thing for her is to know she's not alone. And if the best bet for that is Taehyung, then Sunoh wants to do what he can to push him her way. "Don't let her down okay?"

With that, he gives Taehyung a small wave, before leaving the apartment with a soft goodbye. The words resonate with Taehyung, and he stands there for a moment, a bit stunned. A small smile grows on his face, and he shakes his head incredulously at the already absent Sunoh.

"You know, I wasn't planning to, but thank you."

Taking a deep breath, he turns to the hallway.

Yes, maybe he can't do much for her, maybe she has to be the one to open the door...But it couldn't hurt to knock.

Could it?

And so he does, and she lets him in.

As he walks to her side, she doesn't reach his eyes, she doesn't know if she'll be able to regain her composure once she does. But the fact that he's there beside her is enough for her to start to feel okay. She knows it's selfish to rely on someone else, she understands that she won't be able to do it forever. That one day she will have to gain enough strength to stand on her own.

But isn't it okay for tonight?

She needs him.

You need him.

He doesn't say anything as he closes the door behind him, just walks to your side. You want to reach out to him, show him that you're glad he's here, that you're glad he stayed, but you're numb. You feel so tired. Everything is so tiring, and painful, you don't understand why you continue to try. It's a melancholy feeling, one that pushes the tears out of your tear ducts, the one that makes your heart ache with a cut that is now too deep to be healed without a scar.

But he doesn't need words, he doesn't need affirmation, he can feel it as well as he can feel his own heart beating firmly in his chest.

He reaches forward and lifts your chin to meet your eyes. It's a gentle touch, one that you give into, allow to take over your body. At the sight of his tender eyes, the tears run hot again, and it takes all you have not to sob. Sometimes, the sight of someone else seeing you weak, makes you want to cry even more.

For they see you at your worst when you wish they could only ever see you at your best.

Heart aching, he does the only thing he knows how. He places his hands on your cheeks, wiping away those tears, his thumbs warm and comforting on your skin. He doesn't realize that it makes your heart melt and heal, or that it urges the tears of pain to transform into a deep relief as you're reminded that there is someone who cares.

That you are not alone this time.

You place your hands on his wrists, clinging to him as though he were your life support, and refusing to let go of him. When it's clear that he cannot wipe every tear, he leans forward, pressing his lips against your forehead in an intimate gesture, you had only ever seen done in the movies.

"You already did that." You murmur through the husk of mucus the tears have brought forward, and he pulls away from you, his thumb subconsciously rubbing against the skin between your earlobe and the edge of your jawline.

"What?"

You smile softly, as best as you're able before gesturing to the hands secure on your wet cheeks. It takes him a moment before he remembers the moment on the couch after Hansung's death. A moment that seems so long ago and yet is still present in your mind.

As a response, he returns your small smile and removes his hand, only to intertwine his fingers with yours as he kneels before you, his body encasing you in that protective cocoon.

He's always protecting you, isn't he?

First from the fall on the bus, then from your injured ankle, then from the rain at the park, then from your insane loneliness, and now...

He's starting to protect you from the monsters that plague you inside.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, half to yourself, but he hears you, and the comforting brush of his thumb against your cheek pauses as his sparkling eyes search yours.

"What for?" You take a deep breath at the question, praying to God that you don't lose your composure now. But when it's been so long that you've felt this safe and protected, when you've been missing that feeling of comfort and affection; it's hard for you not to tear up a little.

When you try to answer him, it becomes near impossible to speak, and the tears start again, this time, more violent than before.

How do you tell someone that you're apologizing because you feel like you're a burden? How do you confess that you're selfish for relying on him when you know it's not your place? How can you express all the emotions in your heart, when you don't even know what they are themselves?

And the most important issue of all...

How can you let him in to see the darkest parts of you, when you've lost the key?

How can you trust someone, when you've become too afraid to do so?

Taehyung lifts himself off from the floor and sits beside you on your bed, wrapping you up in his arms, and holding you as though he were afraid he would lose you if he didn't. You cling to the sign of empathy and lean into him, accepting his offer of protection and allowing the chrysalis to once more encompass the two of you inside.

"You don't always have to be strong, you know?" He murmurs, his voice deep and strong beneath your ear, and you look up at him, eyes wide and swirling with so many tears that it looks as though a million stars have embedded themselves within your irises. "Sometimes it's okay to let go."

Carefully, he lifts a tear from your cheek with his forefinger before blowing it away almost as though it were the star he was making a wish to the twilight sky.

"Whenever you need to let go, I'll be here." He says as he turns back to you, his eyes filled with everything you want and everything you need. He is your comfort, a place for you to confide in, a place where you can be safe again.

"I'll make sure you come back. I'll make sure you aren't lost." He whispers, as he brushes your hair away from your face, his arms strong and secure around your body as he draws you closer to him.

"I told you already didn't I?"

Is it okay to let go?

Is it okay to trust that he'll always be there?

Is it alright to believe that he's not a dream after all?

Closing his eyes, he presses his forehead against yours, his hand secure on the nape of your neck as he ensures you won't fall too deep in your despair. After a moment, you give in. For in him, you find strength, and in him, you long to accept every dream he shows you and make it into a reality that the two of you can share. And as you do, one truth becomes painfully clear.

A truth you had rather never realized.

A truth you pray he will never understand.

"I'm not going to leave your side."

I'm truly sorry Taehyung.

I'm afraid I've fallen in love with you.

note: ANYWAYS Yen has finally figured out her feelings for Taehyung! Are we excited?! Do you think Taehyung has anything to realize himself? Also, how do you think Yen's past trauma will unfold? So many things LMAO, hope you're ready for next weeks update!

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a/n : "the incantation comes from latin 'protego', 'i protect', and 'diabolica', a declension of 'diabolicus', meaning 'diabolic, relating to the devil'. it is unclear if the translation is meant to suggest 'protection from the devil' or 'the devil protects.'..."

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“Jungkook, will you stop eating all the cookies please--”

“How come Jin gets to eat everything in sight, but I can’t--”

“Because Jin is an insatiable mountain troll with no human manners and six stomachs--”

“Aw, Yoongi, you’re so loving with your words!”

“Shut up, Jin.”

“Kim Seokjin, stop eating the fucking food!” Jimin watches with thinly veiled exasperation as chaos unfolds in Yoongi and Hoseok’s countryside cottage. They’d arrived a few days prior, spending the week together before dispersing for Christmas Day, just in time for the full moon. It had been a chaotic week at best -- verbal altercations were had over stupid things like gift-wrapping techniques, and several small fires had already occurred in the kitchen, mostly due to Taehyung’s ice cream maker.

But somehow, they’d made it to Christmas Eve. And, so far, this Christmas Eve had been spent watching Jin eat all the food as it’s being made and consequently be kicked out of the kitchen entirely by Hoseok. Jimin’s seated in the living room with a perfect view of the chaos happening at the dining table. Y/n’s next to him, reading quietly with her head on Jimin’s shoulder. She’s especially tired today, the full moon just over 24 hours away, so Jimin’s staying close to her.

Namjoon and Taehyung are seated in front of the fireplace, engaged in an intense game of wizard’s chess. Namjoon is beating Taehyung by a landslide, but Taehyung just will not give up, something that makes Jimin smile fondly.

There’s a bang from the kitchen, catching everyone’s attention. Hoseok turns slowly from where he stands at the oven, smiling sheepishly at them.

“I may have put the pie in for too long.” The room is a collection of groans and exasperated laughter, Jin’s complaints overpowering the rest.

“How the fuck do you make a pie explode?! It’s a pie!” Hoseok looks to Yoongi for help, but the boy only shrugs.

“The man’s right, babe -- pie’s not that hard.” Hoseok lets out an affronted scoff, moving to open the window over the sink to let some of the smoke from the oven out. Jimin feels Y/n snicker softly beside him, and when he looks down at her, she’s peering over the top of her book at the scene in the kitchen. She looks so peaceful and happy, even with eyes full of exhaustion. He adores her entirely, and he knows it’s obvious to everyone but her.

Her eyes flick up to meet his then, and, over the cries of outrage from the kitchen about not having dessert, he hears her whisper to him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jimin purses his lips, smothering the smile that’s rising to the surface. He only shakes his head, his expression judgmental.

“Not everything’s about you, Y/n, geez.” He laughs when she gives him a hard nudge with her elbow, and he moves to wrap his arms around her and trap her in his hold. She lets it happen, only grumbling noncommittally about being unable to read like this. He presses his lips to her temple stubbornly in response. “You have a lifetime to read -- let me hug you.”

“Alright, it looks like we’re having deconstructed pie for dessert, so everyone come eat!” Apparently, the argument about the oven disaster has ended, as Hoseok’s setting a pie on the table, a giant hole in the middle where it had imploded. Taehyung jumps up from his tragedy of a chess game and runs for the kitchen, socked feet sliding to a stop in front of the refrigerator. Plucking a big bowl of homemade ice cream -- its flavor to be determined -- from inside, he makes his way to the table and spoons a giant scoop into the pie’s battle wound. He gestures dramatically at it when he’s done.

“Problem solved!” Hoseok mimics him, gesturing just as dramatically at his disappointed boyfriend.

“The man’s right, babe -- problem solved!” The group laughs, everyone slowly making their way to the table to eat. Y/n sets her book on the couch, moving to stand, but Jimin stops her. From within his pocket he pulls a vial and shakes it, eyeing her knowingly when she groans.

“Ten seconds of pain, and then you can drown the taste out with some ambiguously flavored ice cream. If it makes tomorrow night more bearable for you, then ten seconds is nothing.” She smiles, taking the vial and uncorking it.

“Did you just admit to being someone who eats dessert before dinner?” She downs the potion in one go, eyes squeezed shut. She doesn’t see Jimin gazing at her lovingly, only to lower his eyes when she’s done. She hands him the vial and takes his hand, pulling him to his feet and toward the table.

“You promised me only ten seconds of pain before ice cream, so move faster, Park Jimin.” They take their seats in the chairs nearest them, Jungkook setting his plate down on Y/n’s other side and moving to join them. Tae, Yoongi, and Hoseok sit across from them, Jin and Namjoon taking the end seats. Namjoon leaves his seat after a moment, moving to pass out silverware and swap the ladle in Jin’s hand for a normal spoon. Jin refuses to give up his spoon of choice, glaring at the boy standing over him.

“Dude, I will fight you on Christmas Eve -- I have no qualms about fucking up the holiday spirit or whatever--”

“Stop.” It comes from Jungkook, spoken with a quiet urgency that halts all activity in the room. He’s standing just behind the seat he’d been about to take, his hand resting on the back of the chair. He ignores their questioning glances, his eyes locked on nothing in particular as he focuses his hearing on the open window. When he finds what he’s looking for, he meets Yoongi’s eyes, alarmed.

“I thought you said you put a barrier around your house.” Yoongi and Hoseok glance at one another, shaking their heads simultaneously as Yoongi looks back to the Gryffindor.

“We never got around to it…” But Jungkook’s stopped listening. And, for all the years of jokes, remarks, and complaints Jung Hoseok had ever made about the boy’s heightened senses, he can say with complete confidence later that Jeon Jungkook is the only reason he’s still alive. Because the only person in the room that’s ready for the unforgivable curse that’s shot though the open window, aimed squarely at Hoseok’s chest, is the boy who’d heard the call for death fall from its caster’s lips.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s across the room, launching his body at Hoseok’s over the dinner table and twisting in mid-air to throw his hand out toward the window. He’d never in his life attempted nonverbal magic -- not necessarily the most advanced of students -- but it’s said that wizards can create even miracles if they’re desperate enough. And this is nothing like the World Cup, when Hoseok had protected him from a nasty stunning curse -- the beam of light headed Jungkook’s way right now, in this moment of literal life and death, has been shot to kill. So desperation is exactly what produces the shield charm that emits from his entire body, exploding outwards and shattering all the windows in the house as it goes. The force of it blows them all back, throwing them to the floor and against walls with cries of shock.

And, while a shield is normally null against a curse so powerful, it seems Jungkook’s done more than just perform nonverbal magic for the first time. He’s produced a physical barrier -- an invisible pane of pure energy separating his enemies from his family. It takes out half of the kitchen as it goes, destroying the far wall completely and opening the house out to the cold night around them.

In the confusion of chaos and rubble, Y/n lifts her head from the kitchen floor, catching a glimpse of the group of people outside the house, all equally disarmed from the display of sheer strength they’d just witnessed. She counts 6 bodies, all donned in dark robes, and she knows immediately that this is a Death Eater attack.

Groaning, she drags herself to her feet, grabbing anyone she can get her hands on and pulling them with her, staying low to the ground. Jimin’s the first to follow, holding onto Y/n for dear life, but he can’t help the way he hesitates when he looks past the overturned dining table, the wood splintered and cracked amidst all the wasted food.

Because there in front of him, right where the initial wave of power had surged out from and disoriented them all, is something that is very much not human. When it rises to its feet, it stands to full height, and Jimin knows that it’s easily as tall as he is. Black fur as far as the eye can see, the end of its ears and tail painted grey -- its body practically ripples with strength as it moves, and it’s from behind a set of sharpened teeth and a massive jaw, so powerful it could probably break Jimin clean in half, that a low growl starts to rumble.

It becomes a terrifying snarl in a matter of seconds, those piercing teeth shining in the moonlight with deadly intent. Jimin can feel that he’s still moving -- that all of this is happening in slow motion as he runs for safety and that no time at all has actually passed -- but he feels his whole world stop, drowned out by the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, when the beast shifts. Preparing to attack, it turns its head at the last moment to meet his eyes, and Jimin sees then that he knows these eyes. He knows the way they look him over with guarded concern and the way they turn away from him as soon as they know he’s unharmed, silently telling him to find his own way out -- after all, Jeon Jungkook’s always made it clear he has better things to do than look after Park Jimin.

Jungkook presses all his weight into his back legs, crouching low for a moment so suspended in time that Jimin doesn’t even see him leave. But then he’s gone, wind rushing past Jimin’s face and blowing debris everywhere as the wolf takes off. After another hard tug from Y/n that pulls Jimin’s focus back to the matter at hand, he only hears when Jungkook finds his first target, the ripping of cloth and the hellish cry of pain ringing in Jimin’s ears like a nightmare.

Tripping over pieces of the ceiling and walls -- the back half of the house essentially crumbling in on itself -- Jimin finds the faces of each of his friends. They’re all there with the exception of Jungkook, who seems almost feral, if the shrieks of death behind them are anything to go by. The group stumbles from the side of the house through a door that’s comically useless at this point, and when they circle around to the back, it becomes clear that there are far more than 6 Death Eaters.

The group that had led the attack has all but been taken out now, Jungkook nowhere to be seen -- but he’s certainly left evidence of his presence there. Jimin can’t tell if these people are dead or still dying, but he doesn’t have time to sort through the discarded bodies to check. Behind the cottage is a field of tall wheat that's surrounded by forest-- a massive expanse of land -- and when they look into this field to the top of a hill not too far away, there’s another wave of Death Eaters lined up, these faces rather familiar to just two of his friends. Jimin hears swearing behind him, and then Hoseok’s pushing past him roughly, only stopped by Namjoon’s hand clamping down around his wrist.

“Don’t, Hoseok! We can’t do this -- there’s too many of them. We have to run--”

“They just tried to kill me, Namjoon! In my own home!” Hoseok whirls around and gets in his face, eyes wild. Jin tenses next to Y/n, one of his hands hovering over his pocket where his wand is. When she follows his eyes, she sees that the line of Death Eaters has started to approach.

They move slowly, as if they have all the time in the world. As if they have nothing to fear, organized and protected against this mismatched group of ambushed friends. She watches as they approach like predators waiting for the kill, and she knows that this is no simple Death Eater attack -- it’s a massacre.

And then, just as silently as he’d disappeared, Jungkook’s returned. Their attackers are given no warning, only registering that the wheat around them is rustling when one of them is violently pulled down into it. He’s gone in an instant, his screams echoing in the night as he’s dragged through the dirt toward the house.

The moment Jungkook emerges at the edge of the field, the Death Eater is flying through the air and crashing into the remains of the house, slung from Jungkook’s jaws like nothing more than a ragdoll. He lands not a few feet away from them, and Yoongi’s jaw clenches when he recognizes the bloodied face of a fellow Slytherin. Turning to lock his gaze onto the line of his old classmates, he pushes past the group and summons his wand from within the rubble of his home with nothing more than the flick of his wrist. It flies from deep within the ruins into its master’s hand with ease, and Yoongi spins it between his fingers casually once he has it.

“I really hope you guys all know how to cast shields as powerful as Jungkook’s -- otherwise, we’re fucked.” The wolf in question falls into line with Yoongi, his whole body shaking from the warning growl forming deep within his chest. The rest of the group follows, facing their enemies head-on.

From Jungkook’s other side, he feels a warm hand press into the top of his head, and he knows it instinctively. He can also feel the cold length of a wand, hidden easily in the darkness of his fur and beneath her flattened hand. Y/n keeps him there for only a moment -- knowing they only have a moment -- and presses her fingertips against his skull as if to hold him back. As if to stall him just long enough to tell him to be careful. And then the moment is gone and she’s wrapping her fingers neatly around her wand, releasing him with a whisper.

“Go.”

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None of them can say how long they’ve been there -- every second that passes is another that they could lose their lives, so it feels like they’re there a lifetime. They’ve huddled into a small circle, surrounded completely. Jungkook is mobile, weaving in and out of their enemies at too fast a speed to ever be hit by a curse. He’s taking them out slowly, dragging them back into the darkness one by one while the rest work just to stay alive. Unlike at the World Cup, where every enemy shot fired was red, these beams of lights are all hauntingly green, glowing in the night sky -- a sign that things are different now, death standing only a few feet away in the form of old friends.

Every killing curse fired is met with an equally powerful shield, a wall that shatters the moment it meets its mark. They’re cancelling each other out, evenly matched in a battle that won’t end until someone gets tired -- until someone makes a mistake. The only sounds come from incantations, spoken by those of their group that cannot cast silently.

Hoseok and Yoongi fight much like their opponents, masks of guarded silence -- a reminder that while they’re on opposite sides of the war, they were once very much the same. The difference, of course, is that their old housemates are now murderers without remorse. But that’s not their only problem.

Y/n suddenly stumbles next to Jimin, and he can’t even tear his eyes away from the Death Eater before him to check on her. He can only reach for her with his free hand, gripping her wrist in panic, which she rips from his hold with a groan. She only barely manages to raise her wand in time to block the killing curse headed right for her head. The force of her shield colliding with the curse so close to her knocks her back, and she falls into the circle with gritted teeth.

Jimin steps in front of her, closing the gap in their circle and allowing her a moment to recover inside their circle. But she never returns to her spot, only curling in on herself and gripping at her head with a cry of pain -- she knows this feeling. The feeling of her skull splitting, her body rejecting itself as it turns into something unnatural -- something unhuman.

But this can’t be happening. The full moon is not tonight, something she confirms simply by rolling over in the dirt and looking up at the sky, in excruciating pain. She can see clearly that this cannot be her reality, yet the popping of her spine as it dislocates itself is very much real. Reaching out blindly, she latches on to the first person she can find, her hand clamping down around Hoseok’s ankle and squeezing with all her might. He hisses above her and manages to glance down long enough to see an expression of pain he’d long become accustomed to.

“What the fuck?!” It’s the first time he’s spoken in ages, his attention back on his opponent as he works out in his mind how this is possible. There’s no time to reason through what he knows, however, because Y/n’s teeth are clenching so hard she’s afraid they might crack, her grip on his ankle tightening painfully. Hoseok makes a snap decision then, calling out into the night.

“Jimin, listen to me.” The boy’s on his left, so focused on the shield he’s casting that he responds only once he’s successfully blocked the deadly beam of green light.

“What is it, Hoseok--”

“You have to take her into the forest. Now.” His instructions are muffled by the sounds of a curse crashing into Namjoon’s shield, unheard by their enemies, but Jimin hears him clearly. He also hears the urgency in Hoseok’s voice, telling him there’s no time for questions. “It has to be you, Jimin.”

He knows then what Hoseok’s saying, what he hasn’t had the chance to confirm himself. Y/n’s transforming on a night other than the full moon, and they’re out of time. He calls for Y/n then, reaching back for her.

“Y/n -- baby, listen to me. We gotta go.” There’s a moment of nothingness, only her groans of pain, but then he feels her hand slamming down into his and gripping hard. And then his body is working faster than his brain.

Stepping forward out of the circle and straight for the man that’s been trying to end his life all night, Jimin swings his arm out, bringing a new shield up with him as he goes. It hits the Death Eater from the side, catapulting him through the air. Just as he’s in the downward arc of his fall, he’s caught suddenly, torso trapped in Jungkook’s jaws as the wolf leaps into the air to capture his next target. They crash to the ground not far away, hidden away in the wheat.

Jimin pulls Y/n to her feet, pointing his wand out into the field as he runs for the treeline.

“Fumos!” The effect is immediate, smoke pouring out of his wand and swirling around him in a dense fog. It keeps them hidden as they make a beeline for the trees, allowing them safe passage. Jimin chances a look over his shoulder and sees that the smoke hasn’t passed over his circle of friends, ensuring that they’ll still be able to see clearly and protect themselves.

Y/n stumbles again as they run, but Jimin’s hold on her keeps her going, and she registers that he’ll be there for her transformation. Panic seeps in through the pain, and she calls out desperately for him to stop, her vision leaving her. Jimin can feel her struggling against him, but he tightens his grip and forces her to follow. They’re close to the treeline by now, but it won’t be enough until they’re completely hidden. And, although he can’t see where the wolf has gone with his old enemy, Jimin steps in something wet and everything suddenly reeks of blood, so he knows Jungkook is near. Apparently, Y/n can smell it, too, because she’s struggling harder now.

“Jungkoo-- Jungkook, stop him!” Jimin grits his teeth and stops, turning to face his girlfriend and pulling her forward. She crashes right into him, the force of his sudden movement propelling her straight into his arms. Her eyes are wide open but her vision’s completely blacked out, which Jimin can see in the fact that she won’t look at him. But he doesn’t need her to.

Ducking low, he wraps an arm around her waist and throws her over his shoulder, ignoring her cries of outrage as he races for the forest just ahead. She pounds her fists against his back, practically roaring with fury as she fights him. He only pushes on, telling himself he’ll let her be as mad as she wants later, if they’re still alive.

Once they make it into the forest, Jimin runs only far enough that he feels unseen before setting her on her feet. She’s immediately falling to the ground, crawling blindly away from him and clawing at the dirt in pain.

“Go away! Just go away!” Disappearing behind a tree, she swears at him loudly, looking for any outlet for her pain. Jimin only turns to the treeline, letting her curse him as he surveys the land around him for Death Eaters. All he sees is Jungkook in the distance, turning in circles in the field as if lost.

Jimin watches as the wolf races for their friends, sliding to an urgent stop and turning back again in confusion when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. He sees when Jungkook’s ears perk up at someone’s call, and his head is turning in Hoseok’s direction. Hoseok’s lips move, giving instructions Jimin can’t hear, but he knows exactly what’s been said when Jungkook’s whipping around to look at the trees.

Interestingly, the wolf hesitates, moving forward before stopping to looking over his shoulder. It’s only a moment, but it’s enough for Hoseok to point out at the forest urgently as he blocks another curse. Jimin can read Hoseok’s lips clearly then as the older boy calls out to Jungkook.

Jimin will die if you don’t go.

The chill that runs down Jimin’s spine at that moment, an omen playing a cruel joke on him, only worsens when he realizes that he’s stopped being able to hear Y/n’s pained gasps. A low whine rings out behind him, and it’s with bated breath that Jimin’s turning slowly on his heels.

Towering over him with an icy gaze locked on him is Y/n -- rather, it’s the part of Y/n that has no idea who he is in that moment. The eyes that see him only see through him, completely empty of anything that isn’t primal. Where Jungkook’s eyes are still his own even in a wolf’s body, these eyes don’t recognize him, and Jimin knows that fact alone will haunt him forever.

Yet, he isn’t afraid of her. He’s only afraid for her -- for the way she’s still curled in on herself, still in pain. He’s afraid for the way she blinks, thoughts muddled and lost, struggling to find herself in the darkness of her mind. He’s especially afraid for the way she finally gives in, losing her will to fight for herself. Her pupils shrink and grow until she’s focusing in on him, and Jimin knows by the way she tilts her head curiously at him that he’s got her attention -- and that’s never good.

When she takes a step toward him, he mirrors it with a step back, and that alone seems to set her off. She moves suddenly, closing the distance between them easily. She leans down until her snout is pushed close to his nose, snarling at him as he stays frozen where he stands. When she raises one clawed hand, he barely has time for a final thought before she’s swinging down at him.

Well, shit.

Suddenly, Jimin’s flying through the air and crashing to the ground a few feet away, rolling to a stop at the base of a tree with a groan -- but he’s in one piece. Lifting his head, he finds that he hadn’t been sliced to pieces by his own girlfriend. He’d been shoved out of the way by a wolf twice his size, the wolf in question now standing where he had just been.

Jungkook’s got his teeth latched around Y/n’s wrist, growling loudly to keep her attention on him. They stand there a few moments, eyes locked in a tense stare-down of dominance. Y/n eventually raises her other hand, claws gleaming in the moonlight, but Jungkook only growls again, a warning. It stops her, as if recognizing this moment, and, although she seems enraged by the display, she lowers her hand anyway.

Ripping her other, trapped, wrist from Jungkook’s jaws, she lets out her own snarl and steps toward him, and Jimin thinks these two might really tear each other apart. But Jungkook’s been here countless times, and he’s still of clear mind, so he knows exactly what to do.

Crouching quickly, he snaps his teeth at her ankles, sending her backwards. She roars angrily, but he persists, snapping at her feet again and again until she’s finally scurrying off into the forest with a cry of outrage. Jungkook watches her go before rushing to Jimin, startling the boy out of his shock.

The wolf sniffs at the air around Jimin, knocking him around with his massive head as he pushes his snout into Jimin’s torso, checking for injuries. Jimin’s lost for a moment, wondering exactly why Jungkook’s expressing so much concern when Y/n should be his priority, but then he remembers exactly what it would mean if he had been caught by one of Y/n’s claws.

Once Jungkook’s done checking that Jimin won’t be turning into a werewolf anytime soon, he’s gone, disappearing after his sister. Jimin only sits there, bruised and battered but alive all the same. Then he hears someone yelling Taehyung’s name in the distance, and he’s on his feet.

Rushing out to the field, he stops at the top of the hill, his breath catching in his throat when he sees the scene down below. His friends are still surrounded, and, although the number of Death Eaters has been severely reduced thanks to the merciless animagus running around, there’s still too many of them. But before he can rush to help, something happens, all too fast to process -- and Jimin has the displeasure of witnessing everything from that hill.

Down in the circle, the rest of the group is fighting for their lives. Many of the boys have sustained injuries simply from their own shields exploding too close to them -- pieces of the ground and debris from the house are thrown around, catching on their bodies in surface wounds they won’t even notice until the next morning.

There’s a special kind of desperation spilling off of Namjoon and Taehyung -- the only muggleborns in that circle -- and it’s making one of them reckless. Namjoon’s keeping his cool, as he’s been in the Order for months now and has had the battle training, but Jin’s having to compensate for small mistakes Taehyung is making out of fear. The Gryffindor’s only a boy, a boy targeted simply for being born. This is the first time he’s ever been faced with his own reality, and he’s terrified.

So when he slips on a piece of rubble at his feet, the only thing that keeps him alive is the fact that he’d moved his head a quarter of an inch to the left just in time. The killing curse flies past him and through the circle, passing Yoongi on the right and hitting a mark just past him -- that mark is the Death Eater that Yoongi had been battling all night.

The boy crumples instantly, the light in his eyes gone. Yoongi watches as he goes, his mind blank as the body crashes to the ground. And then he’s turning on his heel, everything slowed and muffled around him. The Death Eaters have all stopped, equally shocked from what’s just occurred -- after all, they’re just boys, too.

Yoongi hears Jin yelling Taehyung’s name, and he sees Hoseok rushing for him. He watches as Namjoon starts to run to Tae and then stop, raising his wand and choosing to keep guard instead, realizing that their fight isn’t over. Yoongi watches all of it with wide eyes, thinking then that this scene would be very different had the curse hit Taehyung as intended. He spins, staring down at the dead body below him, thinking that this is what Taehyung would have been. This lifeless, empty corpse. And that’s just too much for someone like Yoongi to deal with.

In that moment, the strength of the silent marksman is broken, shattered from within as he fights no longer to protect his own life but those of his friends. In that moment, he proves to be much more worthy than he’d ever thought himself before, breaking through that perpetual tendency to hide himself away — but it comes at a price. Because it’s in that moment that Min Yoongi, for all that he’d tried to free himself of that cursed name, finally gives in to the bloodline he’d spent his whole life denying.

“Protego diabolica!” The spell is cast like the roar of a dragon awakened, enraged -- the first time he’s spoken an incantation in years. It’s ripped from his lungs against his will, uttered with nothing but the urge to destroy, the need to bring pain down on his enemies so that they may never hurt his family again. That dark magic — so forbidden, so evil — follows the command of his left arm, quite literally brought to life by the malice in his eyes and the sweeping of his hand in an arc around himself. And for the first time in the 7 years Jimin had known the shy, self-loathing Slytherin — so guarded from the vulnerabilities of life — he watches from that hill as Yoongi loses control.

The fire that flows out of his hand like water -- icy and unforgiving -- spreads out around Yoongi like a wall of pitch black rage. It passes right over his friends -- they flinch at the foreign magic and its caster, who seems equally foreign to them now. They watch with awe as Yoongi commands the fire, forming a protective circle around them with ease. It almost seems to feed off of his rage, growing with every breath he takes and shrinking with the fall of his chest. He is a snake no more -- a dragon birthed of fire and blood stands in his place.

Jimin watches in pained silence as one of his closest friends loses himself to the war -- but even now, he can still see that Yoongi’s still there. And it’s Yoongi that will have to deal with consequences later, but right now he’s doing whatever it takes to save them. And that includes exploding with anger the moment he spots Jimin still up on that hill.

“Get your ass in here!” The ring of fire seems to swell with his outrage, and Jimin is in no place to refuse. The Death Eaters are still shocked and disoriented by the wall of fire they’re now faced with, and Jimin uses that to his advantage. Racing down the hill, he leaps into the circle, the cold flames licking at his ankles as they let him pass, recognizing him as a friend to their master.

Having seen Jimin’s success at passing through the ring, two of the Death Eaters rush at the wall, unaware of the nature of this dark magic. The moment they make contact with it, the fire senses their intentions, reacting accordingly. Jimin watches as they dissolve into nothing, shrieks of pain ringing out into the air as the fire consumes them. When he turns, he sees that Yoongi is shaken by this, his eyes conflicted as he watches two of his classmates cease to exist, remembering exactly what kind of magic he’s just brought into the world.

But when one of the last Death Eaters attempts to cast another killing curse into the circle, hoping to get through, the fire seems to act not on Yoongi’s command but on his instinct -- and his instinct is to block it. The flames explode outward, concentrating into a wall of protection and destroying the curse. And then they reach further, snaking out to overpower the boy who’d cast the spell, consuming him and his plea for mercy.

There’s only one Death Eater left, standing just outside the circle. Yoongi locks eyes with him, sees the trembling boy staring back at him with fear. They see each other, remembering simultaneously all the times they’d eaten together at mealtimes and suffered together during exam season. They’d grown up together. Just how they’d ended up here, neither of them can recall in that moment, and it destroys whatever innocence they’d had left.

Yoongi finally looks out to the field, his eyes flicking quickly before returning to the Death Eater. The boy hesitates, eventually stepping back. After another moment, he turns, running for his life and never looking back.

When he’s gone, the ring of fire fades, the wall tumbling down until all that’s left is a ring of earth around them that’s been burned to a crisp. Yoongi crumbles then, falling to his knees and staring at nothing. Jimin and Hoseok rush to him, eyes scanning him in concern. They all remain silent, words unable to express what any of them are feeling. Finally, Yoongi lifts his head, still unable to lock eyes with anyone.

“Is everyone okay?” They don’t answer his question, Jin only scoffing in shell-shocked disbelief.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi looks at his best friend, and he knows Jin can see right through him. They all can. He doesn’t respond, and they fall to silence again. Surrounded by bodies and destruction, unable to comprehend what’s happened. Unable to fathom how inexplicably broken they’ve become.

Just when they’re ready to face each other -- when they’re ready to face the aftermath of this night together -- a howl rings out from the forest, pained and haunting. They all lift their heads to stare in exhaustion at the treeline, outlined perfectly by the light of a moon that isn’t full. Yoongi chuckles darkly, shaking his head as he rises slowly to his feet and dusts off his pants before turning to look at what's left of his home with a long sigh.

“This family’s a fucking mess.”

[bonny-kookoo]

JJK: Fictional Happiness 2

In which Jungkook, youngest of Kpop Group and werewolf Pack BTS, finds his mate at his own concert; just to learn that reality is nothing like the movies - and that not everyone is blindly after him and his name.

Tags/warnings: werewolf! AU if it wasn't obvious already lol, angst, there's so much angst Jesus, romantic kook, kinda selfish kook though, shy!reader, anxiety, medication mention, therapy mention, panic attacks, idol!Jungkook, slow burn, strangers to eventual friends to lovers/mates, insecurities, bad habits, kind of tsundere! Jk, Impatient kook, alpha!kook, omega!Reader, swearing, reader doesn't like him a lot at first just as a heads up, realistic approach- meaning she won't just fall head first right away like nuh-uh we're wearing seatbelts on this ride yall, smut in future chapters

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Jungkook isn't good at loosing.

He's always been that way; overly competitive, way too proud to admit defeat, and way too eager to be the best in everything and anything. He's learned over the years how to get his way- how to make things work out just the way he wants them to.

So you not wanting to be with him like he'd expected, threw him off guard.

He's frustrated, visibly so; having been put on a small break by his packmates and managers to blow off some steam at least. They know what he's going through-Taehyung never had the same issues, but had been similarly distraught when he'd found his mate, just to be forced to leave her behind for the first time when they went on tour again. He's learned to cope since then- but jungkook isn't Taehyung Jungkook doesn't want to cope.

He wants you.

Why do you not want him? It's ridiculous really, how you could deny him so bluntly when he knows you've felt the pull just as much. You have to be aware, your omega at least has to be- and yet, you willingly chose your way.

Which wasn't his.

>> you're acting like a spoiled pup.<<

His alpha says inside his head, and Jungkook rolls his eyes as he pokes at his fried chicken. He doesn't have a huge appetite at all, maybe when he refuses to eat you'll take pity on him? Maybe that'll help, even though he knows that's not a nice nor fair thing to do.

>> I can understand her. I wouldn't want a child as my mate either. <<

His alpha says, amusement in his voice as Jungkook growls in response. "Shut up, mutt." He says, as he decides to eat instead, trying as hard as he can to block his inner wolf out. He doesn't want to hear it.

He's not a child anymore- he's 24 for God's sake, he's an adult, a man! There's thousands of potential partners for him out there, you should feel honored, special even! He knows from his secret account on Twitter just how high his fame is- it makes it even harder for him to understand why you never even tried talking to him.

Then again, he had smelled your slight fear that day, and had seen the way you stood there. You were conflicted, as if you didn't know whether or not to stay or run, and its making him feel a bit bad for his earlier thoughts. Maybe there's more to it, maybe you have your reasons.

But then again, he could take care of these problems for you, of any you might have! He's got the money, the influence, and you know it. He's sure of the fact that only he could ever be the right one for you- he's your chosen mate, your destined after all. But then again, maybe you're playing hard to get? Yeah, that could be it; you're not running away, you're simply making him work for it! How could he be so stupid- of course you'd never shut him off like this.

Either way he's gonna find out. He knows it.

He has to have you.

And he will.

[deniigi]

my supervisor fucked me over with all my other coworkers present. can I request a one shot from you to cheer me up featuring Sammy?

Did I give y’all the fic about the hotpot?

Well if I didn’t, I’m giving it to you now.

Title: hotpot

Summary: Ganke checks the comments for the Blindspot comic daily and there’s this one asshole anon who keeps talking shit about BT.

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The Blindspot comic went live in the fall and Ganke couldn’t stop checking the hit count every five seconds. All night there had only been ten hits.

He told himself not to be disappointed. The only person who really mattered had read and loved the comic.

Miles said that BT had even forced everyone on the team to read an abridged version of Journey to the West, and had gone as far as to make a quiz to determine everyone’s character.

Miles refused to disclose who he’d gotten.

BT had clearly rigged the game to make himself Sun Wukong and Ganke was proud of him.

That kind of enthusiasm was exactly what he’d been hoping for, anything else now was just icing on the cake.

Even though it would be cool if it wasn’t just BT reading his own comics.

That would be pretty cool, right? Like. If people online all started reading BT’s comic. That would be sort of amazing.

Kind of excellent.

Definitely worthy of an A+ and double pats on the back.

Right?

The hit counter didn’t think so. But hey, five more people had opened the page since last night. That was something, wasn’t it?

 MM: dude why not just ask Sam to tweet out the link?

 How dare you, Miles Morales.

How dare you waltz into this place with logical thought.

GL: I can’t do that. That’s like. Idk. Inflating the views.

MM: okay yeah explain to me how appealing to the person in control of the largest part of his own fandom is inflating the views

GL: I see your logic and I’m banishing it

MM: I’m messaging him

GL: DON’T

MM: too late

MM: he says ‘gimme link’

GL: asdksjsjdks

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 @blindspot: hi I know y’all can’t get enough of me to the point of asking shockingly invasive questions and for you I say good news! Some amazing folks have gone through the trouble of making a Blindspot comic. it’s good guys check it out [link]

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 It helped.

A lot.

It helped a lot.

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 People, on the whole, had great things to say. The panels were screenshotted and tagged and sent all over social media and even though Miles was pretending to be chill and aloof about the whole thing, Ganke could imagine him smiling big and bright and white at his phone non-stop.

Mom and Auntie saw a few of the bits on Twitter and tittered over them in the kitchen like pigeons.

The pride rose like a wave. Ganke kept waiting for the crash.

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 It came two days later in the form of a comment that read ‘Christ, look at all this fuss. BT is fine. I hate his brother.’

It felt like someone punching the wind out of Ganke’s lungs.

He took comfort in the handful of people who leapt in to shout down the commenter. They emphasized that if the anonymous commenter didn’t like the story or the characters, then they didn’t have to read it and they, especially, didn’t have to say anything about it.

Ganke appreciated those guys. He got the feeling that a lot of the people on there knew that the whole thing had been done but a couple of kids.

Not that Anon cared.

Anon replied to all these comments ‘No, I’m gonna keep reading, thanks. Anyways, the brother is lame. The smart part is cool, but why’s it always gotta be a guy?’

The part that haunted Ganke even after he’d shut his laptop and had gone to stick his head out the window for some big breaths of cleansing air was that Anon was kind of right.

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 GL: should we have made Guotin’s brother a sister?

MM: no

GL: why not?

MM: cause BT’s always wanted a brother

 Oh.

Okay. Then it was fine?

 MM: yeah man ignore them. it’s chill.

GL: k thanks my ego is huge and fragile

MM: trust me I know

 Asshole. Fine, moving right along.

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 It didn’t stop. Anon commented on every page. Every. Single. Page.

Ganke didn’t know what to do or say. On the one hand, clearly this person was dedicated and deeply engaged with the comic, on the other hand, they needed a Rude Alert button. Ganke wondered if Ned could code one for them and them only.

The latest of their fury was directed at the big reveal in the second issue—BT’s face.

Having now met Sam, BT, Blindspot, Ganke’s whole image of him had changed.

He was not conventionally attractive as far as like, K-Pop idols and famous Chinese dudes went. His eyes were puffy and narrow and his face was round everywhere but the jaw. He leaned more towards ‘cute’ than ‘sexy,’ which Ganke sort of loved about him.

He was friendly. Stressed and grumpy and feisty as hell, yeah, but first and foremost friendly.

Miles claimed that he called it his ‘number one asset in employability.’ Which was wild because hello, Blindspot.

Obviously, BT couldn’t help his face. But Miles and Ganke could help Guotin’s.

Ganke had sent Miles about fifteen different images of Chinese celebrities and had told him to do his worst. They’d reviewed the final few drafts and had picked one that was most like a young Chen Kun. His face was more oval-shaped than BT’s. His chin and lips were slimmer but more defined. He was pretty, but not so pretty as to be called ‘feminine,’ which Ganke thought was a solid compromise between ‘handsome as sin’ and ‘looks like he’s got a quirky sense of humor.’

Anon hated him.

Anon thought that he looked like an idol, and they were not here for it.

They told ‘the artist’ to give him a mole or something, anything to make him look ‘less pristine. God, I can smell him from here and he smells like Dior and staph habitat.’

Ganke had to look up what a staph infection was. He regretted it. He asked Miles if they should censor Anon.

Miles said ‘mmmmm, idk it’s not like they aren’t saying anything that isn’t true.’

Ganke resented that. Clearly this was defamation of BT. This person hated him and was taking their feeling out on the comic.

 MM: I mean yeah but it’s not like they’re talking about the comic, man. They’re talking about the style and like, thinking about it, a mole or smth to help you tell him apart from other folks would kind of be helpful. Like, especially if we ever put him in a crowd, you know?

 HHHHHH.

Fine.

Anon could stay. But they were on thin ice.

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 It was hard not to be bitter about Anon’s comments, especially when they arrived daily, as though Anon knew exactly what they were doing and which page they’d left off at. They couldn’t possibly be reading the comic one page at a time, this was intentional.

Ganke’s jaw hurt from all the tooth grinding he’d endured as of late.

This latest one read ‘yo, has BT ever mentioned fighting with a sword? I don’t recall him mentioning. Someone should take that thing away from him before someone loses an eye—or maybe even two.’

That felt like a pointed jibe.

That turned the churning irritation in Ganke’s gut into something much, much colder.

Did Anon know about BT’s black and blue eyes? How could they know? Was it a coincidence? It seemed to be more than a coincidence.

The pile of critiques was growing bigger and bigger, and now that Ganke thought about it, they all seemed to take issue with things that didn’t match the real Blindspot’s personality.

It was as if they knew him.

 GL: miles did you read the new comment from AnonTheAsshole?

MM: lol yeah

GL: tell me if I’m talking out my ass or whatever but like

GL: you don’t think they could be Muse, could they?

 Silence.

 MM: oh no

 Yeah. Fuck.

 MM: chances are low.

GL: they know so much tho??

MM: might be stalker? Maybe someone who’s over-invested in BT’s social media pages?

GL: maybe.

MM: hold on let me ask Spidey to screen it

GL: does he know Muse?

MM: no, but he’s paranoid and he’ll get Wade to be paranoid with him, and then they can decide whether its worth giving to DD for verification. He knows Muse.

 Ganke’s head was spinning. His fingers shook with guilt and the thought of Muse’s pale body hunched over a secret, cracked cell phone in a high security prison who knew where.

In Ganke’s head, he smiled wider and wider, until the skin on his cheeks cracked. He dug out scraps of paper and redrew Blindspot—Sam—with gaping holes for eyes and a screaming mouth and he drew dismembered corpses in black lakes and he laughed.

He just kept laughing.

 MM: hey ganke

MM: it’s going to be okay. It’s just a comic. I’m sure AnonTheAsshole is a stalker. They’re not threatening anyone.

MM: Sam can deal with a stalker. And we can too, okay?

 There was a reason that Miles was a hero. Ganke wiped at his eyes and swallowed.

 GL: okay. Thanks for doing that.

MM: 👍🏾

--

 It took a few hours because Spidey and Deadpool had lives outside of being Spidey and Deadpool, but not so long that Ganke ran out of nails to chew.

Miles messaged him back and said that Spidey had read through everything and ‘escalated it.’ This meant that whatever he’d seen had caused him enough concern to take it to DP.

Miles said that he’d get back to Ganke with DP’s verdict as soon as he had it. In the meantime, he’d run the comments by the other Spideypeople and they thought that it most likely wasn’t malevolent but was maybe something to keep an eye on in the meantime. He tacked onto all, somewhat stiltedly, that he had a weird feeling all of the sudden. The pink Spidey’s tone had changed. She’d shut down and gone cagey, which allegedly wasn’t like her at all. Then she’d told the taller guy to DM her and they’d vanished from the chat. Miles wasn’t sure what was going on there or if maybe they knew something about stuff going on that he didn’t, but he wasn’t super comfortable with it.

 GL: crossing my fingers its nothing?

MM: same man, same.

--

 DP escalated it.

Ganke couldn’t stay still in his room. There was no comfortable place to sit or stand or lay. There was nothing to do that would make him stop thinking about everything.

 MM: It’s gonna be fine, man, DD always knows what to do.

 Miles kept saying that for every step of the way, and yet here they were. Double escalated. Ganke wasn’t so sure he even knew what was happening anymore.

That was scary. Miles was supposed to be part of the in-crowd.

 MM: Wade doesn’t think it’s anything that can’t be nipped in the bud.

 That was easy for a contract assassin to say, wasn’t it?

 MM: he says that you and I are fine. Doesn’t see any links there. Waiting on DD for confirmation of tone.

 Hurry up, Daredevil. Your apprentice’s life might be about to take a nosedive into a heap of trash.

--

 Two hours. One text.

 MM: >:/

 Ganke couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter.

 GL: good news?

MM: [image]

 He opened it.

 SC: HANNAH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. STOP BEING A BITCH ON MAIN

HC: You can’t tell me what to do

SC: I CAN

HC: Mom he’s being MEAN

SC: Mom she’s scaring children online

HC: I scare children everywhere I go why are these ones special???

SC: Because I said so

HC: that doesn’t fucking work Samuel you’re not her

SC: I am your older brother

SC: your ELDEST brother

HC: YOU AINT SHIT

SC: THEY DON’T COUNT

SC: HALFSIES COUNT

 What.

 MM: so.

MM: she’s not Muse.

MM: Red’s laughing his ass off at all of us for taking this to a level three

GL: wait I don’t understand

MM: Hannah is Sam’s little sister. She’s found a new hobby in our website.

 Blindspot’s little sister was reading the comic??? Holy shit.

 GL: she hates him?

MM: no I’ve been informed that they would literally commit murder for each other but this is how they express love.

 No way. Siblings were wild.

 GL: so we’re good?

MM: [image]

  SC: apologize 🔪

HC: eat my ass

SC: apologize or else

HC: or else what? You gonna come in here and sit on me? Huh? Huh????

SC: I know your email password. All 3 you cycle through. What was his name? Uuuuuuuuuh Jing?

HC: you fucking bastard

SC: Hi Jing, it’s me, Hannah. I’ve been in mad crush with you since sophomore year. Please notice me senpai 😖

HC: Die

SC: kill me

HC: I will.

 The giggles that came this time were a mix of relief and genuine intrigue. This lady read the comic every day. She took the time to scroll through pictures of her brother being an absolute lunatic and fighting with a huge monkey. Then she hopped into that comment box and took him—not Miles, not Ganke, specifically Blindspot--down a peg.

She must miss him a lot. Ganke wondered if this was her way of keeping him in her thoughts.

 MM: I don’t think we’re getting a sorry, man. DD says Sam’s been at this all morning and has been tricked into apologizing himself twice

GL: so you’re saying that she’s an evil genius

MM: idk but she’s def Sam’s main nemesis. I always thought that older siblings got like, rights or something over younger ones, but idk anymore. Angel says this is normal.

GL: do you think she misses him?

 Miles took a long time to respond.

 MM: yeah

 Yeah, Ganke thought so, too.

 GL: should we change Guo tin’s brother’s name to ‘hamish?’

MM: ASDLDSDSFKdsjf

MM: one moment.

MM: sam says yes. Hannah says that she thinks our comic is shit and we need to draw everything uglier

GL: she’s kind of funny

MM: 👀perhaps she would like to be a consultant?

GL: 👀👀👀👀

MM: brb asking

MM: sam says no. Hannah says she’s got better things to do than proofread comics on the internet. She’s also not sorry. She wants that to be clear. DD says that the conversation has moved from English to Chinese and to maybe duck and cover for now. He says all is good tho. Thanks for checking in.

MM: Muse doesn’t use punctuation and talks in riddles, so if we get any of that, we’re supposed to send it to DP right away.

 Oh, nice. That was a relief.

 MM: oh

MM: sam wants to put us in a chat. Can I give him your number?

 Uh, only if he wanted Ganke to hyperventilate.

 GL: sure

 --

  [GL has been added to a Secure Chat]

 It was a page of characters and emojis that were somehow more menacing than Ganke had ever seen them before. Miles popped a little waving hand into the fray, as though testing the waters, but the characters just carried on scrawling around it.

Ganke wasn’t quite sure what to do.

 GL: hi? Are y’all okay?

 There was finally a pause. Then a few shorter lines of characters. And then finally, Blindspot switched from Chinese to English.

 SC: yes we’re FINE. We’re GREAT. Aren’t we, sibling from hell?

HC: who’re you? Why are you in our family chat? This is a family only zone, can’t you read?

SC: God Hannah he’s Korean don’t be a dick

HC: I can’t not be I learned it from you

SC: fair but pretend in the face of company

HC: okay fine. Hello losers.

MM: adksadfadsdfldfsldf

MM: hi

GL: hi?

SC: go on

HC: UGH

HC: fine

HC: I didn’t mean to shit talk your creation. Only my brother.

SC: also a sin, we’ll get to that later

HC: no one cares about you Samuel, stop spreading lies

SC: you first. We both know this is no lie, my white dad cares about me a whole lot

HC: well we can’t all have white dads now can we

SC: don’t be jealous

MM: lol you really call Matt your white dad??

HC: who is this person and how do they know our mutual parent’s name?

SC: this is not a mutual parent situation how many times have we been through this. He’s mine. Get your own.

MM: hi! 👋🏾I’m Bitsy! Spidey no. 4

GL: I’m his friend. He draws the comic. I write it.

HC: oh. nerd children x2

HC: anyways yeah Matt is our dad

SC: ffs

MM: he’s sort of dadly ig.

HC: ?? oho

SC: mind your face. Think about your face. Think about how much you like your face.

HC: little spider, did you not hear?

SC: kay everyone out. We’re done here

MM: hear what?

HC: lol Sammy you didn’t tell them about how Matthew Mcconaughey adopted you in all ways but paperwork?

 Ganke held his phone away from his face as far as it would go.

 MM: …wait are you for real?

SC: no. okay out.

HC: awwww Sammy so shy now. What are you embarrassed about? It’s cute.

SC: Hannah literally shut up I’m not playing

HC: damn okay sorry

MM: can I be honest?

SC: no

MM: I’m going to be anyways: I think we all sorta knew.

SC: …

HC: right?

SC: what does that even mean?

MM: idk, it just felt right, you know? You two are always fussing at each other and red lost his shit that time you got shot. He doesn’t treat you the way he treats the rest of us and we’re his teammates. He doesn’t even treat spidey like he treats you. So like, yeah. It fits.

MM: I’m really happy for you guys.

MM: is there a reason it’s a secret?

 Ganke eased himself back down onto the mattress. This was real. This was like, actual, real information. Something that he and like, four other people in the world now knew.

He kind of wanted to forget it. It didn’t feel right to know.

 SC: I dunno.

HC: if sam has an honest emotion towards anything he has to calculate its weight so he can make space for it in his collection of satellites.

MM: wh

SC: you’re so not funny.

HC: it’s called emotional repression, darling. It’s all the rage in this family.  

MM: oh

MM: so that’s why you and Red get on so well

SC: HHHHHHH

HC: HA

SC: okay but listen his is different, I’ve only seen him cry at his wedding. I cry at least 4 times a week. Obviously under the bed, but that can’t be emotional repression. That’s expression. That’s clearly expression

HC: I can make the old man cry watch me

SC: please don’t I’ll die

MM: awwwww

SC: shut up it doesn’t even matter.

MM: AWWWWWW

SC: LEAVE ALREADY

MM: no I like it here. I want to hear you talk about how much you love your white dad

SC: I don’t. He loves me. I’m fine with this because it results in food, shelter, and continued employment.

HC: uh huh

SC: I’m using him

HC: yeah because you’re like the most manipulative person I know.

SC: thank you

HC: /sarcasm

SC: I know I ignored it.

MM: so wait why do you actually pretend like you hate him tho?

SC: wh

SC: what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just go on up for a cuddle? Have you met Matt? The second someone starts crying, he finds trash to take out to the bins. Hell no. Life is easier for everyone if I stab him with a stick and he kicks my ass in training. It’s fine.

HC: Sam is learning how to be a Manly Man. This is step one.

SC: I’m plenty manly

HC: you’re what mom imagined as manly

SC: which is perfect. That’s all I need.

HC: mama’s boy

SC: must suck to suck, no one’s kid.

 Wow. Ganke had never been more glad that he didn’t have a sister.

 GL: That’s kind of cool, though.

GL: that you and DD are close like that I mean.

GL: Its different from all the other mentor/mentee superheroes we see who like, sort of hate each other.

SC: wh

SC: OH. you mean Peter and Kate. Peter doesn’t actually hate Stark, fyi. And Kate calls Hawkeye the Old bi-weekly to make sure he’s still breathing. It’s actually pretty normal.

MM: he doesn’t mean like that Sam. I mean, like those guys don’t associate with their Olds now that they’re grown up and stuff, but you and DD stick together. It’s like you’re family.

MM: and that’s super cool. Idk if Spidey would ever consider me family. I don’t think he wants that for us.

SC: I?

SC: oh shit

HC: CLARITY ON THIS FINE DAY. What was your name again, tiny spider?

MM: miles

HC: PRAISE BE TO MILES

HC: AN EMOTION WAS HAD

SC: get fucked

HC: An epiphany was obtained!

SC: would you shut up

HC: Something has finally permeated that non-porous, two-inch thick skull of my esteemed eldest brother

SC: I’m your only brother

HC: you’re not

SC: they don’t fucking count

HC: now will you FINALLY invite our mutual dad to hotpot?

SC: Hannah he doesn’t want to come to hot pot we’ve talked about this. it’s too spicy for him.

HC: I’ll make it 1/3 less spicy

SC: that’s still too spicy

HC: I’ll make it 2/5 less spicy

SC: 3/5

HC: listen

HC: I have all this fucking equipment that SOMEONE left here callously

MM: what’s hotpot?

SC: 👀

HC: 👀

GL: 👀

SC: well fuck

HC: EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

GL: have we never taken you with us for hotpot???

MM: no?? is this the sticks?

HC: can be. Where do you live?

SC: Hannah no

HC: Hannah yes. We’ll make one here. You’ll make one there.

SC: do you know how much shit I’ll have to buy? Where are we gonna put it?

HC: this wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken your goddamn inheritance with you to SF

SC: HHHHHH

MM: you guys are actually being serious?

HC: I am. I am here all on my lonesome. Abandoned by my only kin. I require enrichment.

SC: try doing your fucking homework

HC: did anyone hear something?

MM: lololololol I like you

HC: 😊

SC: wh

SC: oh no. No no no.

SC: you two don’t get to be friends

HC: come here bb pspspspspspsps

MM: I’m here

HC: got ‘im. Let’s have hotpot. Sammy send me resippy. We’ll do it together over video so I don’t fuck it up.

SC: I’ve got to go. This has been traumatizing.

HC: byeeeeeeeeeeee

HC: is he gone? Hell yeah, he’s gone.

HC: hey thanks for making that comic thing. It’s hella rad. He loves it. Mom used to call him Monkey when he was little.

GL: omg aw

HC: ikr? P cute. He misses her a lot so I think it brought back good memories. Anyways, I’m actually going to make hotpot. Come over and have some with me, it’s more fun with more people.

MM: you’re not joking

HC: nope, it’s been ages since your whole team has gotten together, right? Ask them to do it. I’m a shit cook, but Sam’ll show us how not to screw it up. And he’s playin’, he’s totally down to hang out with us. We never had more than three people. It’ll be new. Exciting. Enriching even.

MM: are you secretly a nice person, Hannah?

HC: the fuck do you mean ‘secret’??? I’m a delight.

MM: Okay I’ll ask the team and my mom

MM: ganke?

HC: 👀

 That—

Sounded kind of nice?

 GL: I’ll ask my mom.

HC: nice. You can tell them that it’s a friends dinner or whatever. Idc. I promise I’m not going to kidnap and murder you. I’ve got like, class and work and shit. I don’t have time for that.

MM: 👍🏾

GL: 👍🏼

HC: great here I’ll message you my number. This is legit our sibs chat so Sam’ll freak if you’re still here when he gets back.

MM: thank you! And sorry for thinking you were muse!!

GL: yeah that too

HC: lol np ttyl                                    

 That…had really just happened, hadn’t it?

Ganke needed to sit down even though he was already sitting down.

 GL: they’re so nice???

MM: ikr?

GL: are you actually going to ask your mom?

MM: Im gonna ask BT if its cool first. Then yeah. Why not? Our team really hasn’t gotten together in a minute. Everyone’s been super busy. It would be a nice change of pace, and if everyone brings smth then Hannah doesn’t have to pay for anything.

MM: ah, Sam says it’s okay. He says sorry his sister is weird and that he’ll make sure she doesn’t poison us.

GL: I kind of love her

MM: same

MM: okay will check in with the others. Talk to you later.

GL: yeah see you later

 Damn, at this rate, Ganke’s family was going to triple in size, and all thanks to a comic.

Before he left for downstairs, he made a note to make Guo tin’s brother snarkier.