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heavens-moonlight · 1 year ago

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𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 | 𝟬𝟭 : 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘

SYNOPSIS | 02 : THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Author’s Note: The following chapter will be where the misery starts but I wanted to build character and friendship dynamics here first. Updates won't be as frequent (because of one word: life) but I have pre-written a lot for this drama already so I'll see this work to the end! Hopefully this is enjoyable so far, and feel free to let me know what you think (or what you want to see in future chapters)! Until next time! ♡

"THE INNOCENT CIVILIANS HAVE LOST, AND THE MAFIA WON!"

Your heavy palpebrae that moments earlier masked your vision in dimness, adorned with a trace of gentle sleepiness, slowly flutters open at the announcement, eyes emerging from the veil of unconsciousness. Finding yourself awakening with an overwhelming and unshakeable wave of trepidation washing over you, your chest tightens in palpable distress. The heaviness pales no less in comparison to the weight of an anvil sinking down atop your sternum, lungs punctured by bowed bones.

You sit there in a state of unease, mind racing with apprehension and discomposure, searching for answers to the troubling sensation coursing through your body. The sense of foreboding grips your heart tightly like an invisible vice, leaving you breathless and unable to shake off the unwanted feeling.

In a haste, you slide open the window beside you, the glass screeching against rubber weatherstrips expanded by scorching summer heat. Through the humidity, a light breeze brushes past, breathing air and life back into you. It's not hard to recognize the way your subconscious whispers insistently that something is amiss, the combination of uncertainty and uneasiness blending together into something you can't decipher.

Your hand comes to rest against your chest, heart pounding strongly and ceaselessly against your ribcage, almost as though wanting to escape from its confines. It sends you reeling, akin to an out of body experience. For some unexplained reason, confusion clouds your thoughts as you struggle to clear the thick shroud of fog encasing your entire being, the mist muddling and settling deep within you. A haunting sense of premonition creeps over as if some elapsed memory shares in its ominous secrets. Yet, try as you might, you could not uncover the source of this inexplicable anxiety. You're left clueless except for the empty feeling both in your mind and soul, like you have forgotten something important.

When your breathing returns to normal and your pulse has settled back into its regular rhythmic beat, you shake your head to clear it of the sudden upsetting thoughts. Only then do you realize you had fallen asleep at one point, head tilted back against the warm and worn peeling leather seats of the bus. The sound of loud conversations and even louder hum of the engine, the smell of smoke, and the bump of the vehicle's wheels on uneven pavement brings with it a gentle sway of movement that returns to you a sense of comfort you can't put into words.

Glancing down at your lap, you notice that you had left the entirety of a horror movie playing on your phone, the end credits having long since rolled endlessly, words drenched in red blinking cursorily across the screen. You rarely experienced nightmares, not even after indulging in disturbing content, and certainly not when it's broad daylight out still. So then, why now?

The sound of a book plopping down to the ground pulls you out of your reverie and you lean forward to pick it up, folding it closed to survey the front cover.

흰나비의 살인.

The White Butterfly's Murder.

You smile to yourself. It was so like Yoon-Seo to read a murder mystery on a school trip, the same exact one you had gifted to her only yesterday for her birthday. A love of thriller was what brought you both to be such good friends in the first place, and it didn't seem those like-minded interests would diverge any time soon.

"Yoon-Seo ah..." Scooting forward in your seat, you lightly tap her on the shoulder and she jolts upright, turning back to look at you, unreasonably startled, a shiver running down her spine. "What's wrong?" Your grin drops slightly at her growing restlessness, face now pale as if she had encountered an apparition. Her eyes shift back and forth, guarded for a microsecond before snapping back into her usual self.

Yoon-Seo takes noticeably deep inhales, drawing the attention of Jung-Won, her seat mate for the ride, who pauses mid-coding to look over, displeased.

"What did you dream of?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Han Seol-Hwa. Lee Yoon-Seo.” Jung-Won clicks her tongue teasingly, pointing a finger from you to Yoon-Seo. “I'm making it a rule that you guys stay away from blood, murders, and deaths this trip, alright?"

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Alright, I promise you eomma. No more nagging Yoon-Seo and I."

Jung-Won scowls at you playfully, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose and you stick out your tongue in her direction impishly. Yoon-Seo laughs quietly at the exchange as you hand her back her book.

"Thanks, Seol-Hwa."

"Tell me all about it later when we've arrived." Despite muttering it under your breath to avoid being heard by Jung-Won, you fail miserably.

"Seriously?!"

You and Yoon-Seo laugh together as Jung-Won goes on a tangent about how psychologically, scary things are not good for young, impressionable minds, fingers click-clacking away all the while. Fortunately preoccupied, she doesn't notice Yoon-Seo sending you a wink, a hidden promise between you two to indulge in the realm of the supernatural regardless.

A resounding and victorious scream travels all the way from the back of the bus and you turn around to observe the friend group seated there.

"See?! I told you all Yool was the Mafia! Let's play again," Eun-Ha says, arms crossed. "You idiots never listen to me, do you?" She slaps both Yeon-Woo and Eun-Chan on the back of their heads as petty punishment.

"What can I say? You simply can't kill the master." Yool leans back, legs thrown atop the headrest of the seat in front, a proud smile stretched across his face.

As they're about to commence another game, Jin-Ha gets relayed a message through Seung-Bin. "Tell them that Kyung-Jun is sleeping and to shut the hell up."

"YAH!" The random shout is so out of place and entirely uncalled for, but it's effective for the time being. "Kyung-Jun is sleeping," Jin-Ha parrots, obedient. "You guys are always so fucking loud that we can hear you before we can see you!" Met with blank stares all around, he's finally satisfied at the reduction in volume and goes back to looking at something Seung-Bin points out to him on his phone. Unbeknownst to him, the rest switch to eyeing him in disfavor behind his back.

It wasn't hard to see the hierarchy of the bullies' group, although Jin-Ha most likely doesn't notice anything wrong with the skewed power dynamics.

Kyung-Jun unpredictably opens his eyes, turning to glare at Heo Yool specifically, but when he swivels back around again, your eyes meet coincidentally and he simply stares, an unreadable expression on his face. You avert your gaze hastily, not wanting to stir up trouble with the bullies, especially not Kyung-Jun who was quick to anger if someone so much as breathed wrongly in his direction.

Your eyes search the rest of the bus lazily before landing on Jun-Hee, sleeping peacefully unaware, head tilted towards the window. The sunlight bathes him in a soft yellow glow and you can't help but stare as a single ray of light filters through the curtains, slanting lightly across his face. You etch every slope, every contour, and every dip of his countenance behind your eyes so that the image of him doesn't fade.

The comfortable rise and fall of Jun-Hee's chest, synchronized with his steady breathing is so serene that it captivates your heart. In high noon, the gentle curves of his face seem even more soft, accentuated by the calmness enveloping his features. Fondly, you observe him in the morning's bright golden haze, and in the beauty of the falling sunbeams, you wonder if he'd ever see you in the same way.

A rolled-up piece of paper hits you square in the face and you finally drag your gaze away long enough to see who it is. Whipping your head around, you're met with snickers from Hyun-Ho and Dong-Hyun, who don't even try to hide they're the culprits.

You're being obvious. Hyun-Ho mouths the words discernibly. Just sit next to him if you're going to gawk.

You chuck the paper ball back toward him and it smacks him in the mouth, your nose scrunching up in focus mixed with annoyance.

"I think that's the most creative way I've ever seen someone being told to shut up," Dong-Hyun voices approvingly, shooting you two thumbs up.

"Are you my friend or hers?" Hyun-Ho asks childishly, somewhat snubbed.

"To be honest, she can be more frightening than you at times even though she's half your size."

You giggle to yourself as the two start squabbling in their seats across the aisle from Jung-Won and Yoon-Seo.

For the most part, after having transferred to Yooil High, you were fairly well-liked by everyone for your just and nonjudgmental attitude. That, and you pretty much kept to yourself, stayed out of trouble, and knew not to dig your nose in other's business if it didn't concern you. You weren't popular by any means, but not a single person had a true reason to dislike you and you hoped to continue that track record.

By a stroke of bad luck, your parents died a few years ago in a car accident, and you've been living with your cousin Hyun-Ho ever since, adopted by your aunt and uncle-in-law. They have been nothing short of welcoming and loving, and the same goes for Hyun-Ho, who acts no less like your real brother. Sure, he's annoying at times but it's just his overprotective nature and ease of accepting the older sibling role. You got on quite quickly with Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won, and Hyun-Ho made sure you adapted to his own friend group, introducing you to his best friends Jun-Hee and Dong-Hyun. You loved your companions dearly, all incredibly close and inseparable ever since you could remember.

But you couldn't remember when you began to see Jun-Hee as more than that.

Friends.

It's not the first, and it certainly won't be the last time you remind yourself of that fact.

Just friends. Nothing more and nothing less.

Except, you're not the only who was harboring feelings for him. Where you were quiet and discreet about it, So-Mi is loud and unabashed. It's hard to ignore and pretend you don't hear her snapping pictures of Jun-Hee shamelessly and without permission, the shutter ticking in quick succession.

"Isn't this crazy? It's like a photoshoot, right? How does he look like that? Even while sleeping?" So-Mi rattles off questions in awe, more to herself than anyone else.

Woo Ram doesn't miss a beat in his reply. "I'll tell Jun-Hee about your crazy obsession with him."

"Could you, please?" So-Mi widens her eyes, batting her lashes imploringly. "I'll use that as an opportunity to tempt him."

You hear Ji-Soo's laugh ring out brash and clear. "This delusional girl, seriously..." she chides. "You've been saying that since last year. When will you actually find the courage to tell him?"

That's the question you ask yourself also. You don't blame So-Mi. Sometimes, you think it might be better to not have been best friends with him. It only complicates your feelings further, too afraid to ruin years of friendship, but also too filled with wishful thinking on the mere possibility of it growing into anything beyond that.

Sighing, you turn to look out the window, trying your best to tune out their conversation even though it doesn't work. There's not much to hold your attention when the scenery is endless stretches of barren trees and even emptier infrastructure, or lack thereof, rolling by.

The setting sun dyes everything in a blaze of orange, making it appear as if the city was burning, the sky collapsing.

"Seduce him now," Yu-Jun taunts, voice giving way to his utter lack of confidence in So-Mi's coquetting abilities, knowing full well the impossibility that the two would ever end up together.

"Cut it out! It will happen soon...just not here." So-Mi tries to shush her friends as they holler at Jun-Hee teasingly, with all intent to wake him up.

Woo-Ram and Yu-Jun successfully manage to rouse him if the sound of So-Mi's indignant squeals is anything to go by, coupled with the unmistakable clicking of her phone's camera shutter, pressed by accident this time around.

Somewhere in between listening and musing, you had begun to doze off again when you feel the seat shift and sink beside yours. The movement is so light and careful that you don't pay it any notice at first.

"Hey, I thought when you flirt with someone, they're supposed to come to you and not away from you." Ji-Soo's snickers mix in with So-Mi's annoyed remarks aren't as jarring as you thought it'd be after everyone was subjected to the silent rule earlier.

You feel your head droop forward before someone touches the side of your face gently, fingers grazing the curve of your cheek to angle your head into the broad line of their shoulder.

The pads of their fingers trace the underside of your jaw in a featherlight motion, and you lift your face in alarm, curious as to who would do such a thing especially if they weren't necessarily close to you

Eyes trailing upward, your vision refocuses and they widen at the sight of Jun-Hee staring down at you, gaze soft and unwavering as he stares, transfixed, pupils shining. One hand is hanging in midair, held steady to shield your face from the sun.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but no words come out, a frozen expression of surprise on your visage.

Jun-Hee's lips tilt slightly upward, the motion bunching his cheeks up, almost as if he was trying hard to suppress his laugh.

Pulling yourself together, you sit up properly and lean away from his shoulder. "Sorry."

You don't notice Jun-Hee's smile dropping imperceptibly and the light in his eyes dimming as you're no longer within close proximity. "Why are you apologizing?"

"It's nothing." The response is too dismissive even to your own ears as you can't conjure up an excuse for the sudden pretense, or for your outlandish behavior.

It would be quite a long bus ride, sitting next to each other, both not knowing what to say.

The space between Jun-Hee's eyebrows crease together in confusion, but he doesn't push the matter further.

You clear your throat awkwardly, shifting in your seat to sit on your hands. When did simply talking to him become so hard to do? You've hidden your feelings for years without problem, so why was it so different now? Those feelings changed and grew. "When did you come to sit here? Weren't you just sleeping earlier?"

Jun-Hee knocks his shoulder into yours, a teasing lilt to his voice. "You were watching me?"

"Pft, as if," You deny with lackluster confidence, scoffing. "I was just observing what everyone was doing."

"Right..." He elongates the word. "...And what I was doing was sleeping. That you watched." Jun-Hee looks at you again, a deadpan but knowing look on his face. Flustered, you duck your head only for him to mirror the movement, subtly leaning his own toward yours and trying to catch your eye. It ends up with him chortling as your forehead nearly collides with your knees in the slouched over position you had subjected yourself to.

Knowing full well you were being made fun of without a hint of malice, you twist your body sideways and lean your back against the window, turning to him with a glare. "Is this fun to you?"

As he laughs, you find yourself wanting to follow suit, but stick to the bit of maintaining your mock angry façade, slapping him on the arm. If anything, he continues to chuckle, barely flinching, finding your reaction rather amusing.

"Don't worry. I promise I didn't sneak any pictures." It quickly registers to you that he was clearly teasing So-Mi for earlier. You can't help the scandalized look on your face, cheeks puffing out as you try to hold in your laugh. "I guess you did notice a camera being pressed up to your face, huh?"

"Kind of hard not to with all the noise." He shakes his head in annoyance. "But I am still sleepy." Jun-Hee pulls your arm so that you're pressed against his side again, no semblance of space remaining between the two of you as he lowers himself, sinking further down into the seat, eyes shut and head now leaning against your shoulder.

"Jun-Hee..."

"Let me borrow your shoulder for a little while."

You're about to pull away, thinking he's playing around when his grip tightens on your arm.

"Think of it as returning the favor from earlier. We can call it even."

Making a vague sound of neutrality but not moving, you relax, and Jun-Hee lessens his hold, adjusting his position to be more comfortable. "Are you going to watch this time too?" His hand squeezes your forearm once.

"Dream on," you kid.

"Maybe I will," he answers with certainty. "Until it becomes reality."

"I didn't know you were this affectionate with everyone."

"Not just anyone. Only you," Jun-Hee mumbles, tilting his head further into the crook of your neck. His lips move dangerously close to the juncture of your shoulder, your pulse point centimeters away as he shifts around, finding the most relaxing spot to rest.

"Don't say things you don't mean." You can't bite your tongue fast enough as the words tumble out unprompted. That was supposed to be an inside thought no one else should be privy to but yourself.

"Who says I don't mean it?" You tense up beside him, at a loss for words, but Jun-Hee doesn't point it out, more than not nice enough to ignore it for your sake. "I'm self-proclaimed as your favorite." He bumps his knee against yours. "I know you better than anyone else."

"Do you, though?"

"...Of course, I do."

But you don't know that I'm already halfway in love with you.

"On what basis, mister?"

"Best friend privileges."

"Right..."

You stare down at the top of his head, Jun-Hee unaware of your blatant staring and the way your smile fades at the same time one appears on his face.

"That's acceptable, no?"

"Of course, it is. Best friends. That's what we are..." You trail off.

And I guess that's all we'll ever be.

Hours later, the sky has since darkened and you can see the visible outline of the full moon on high, light not concealed by the stars weakly glimmering to illuminate the night.

Most, if not the entirety, of the students on the bus were asleep, except for you and your two lovable, but mischievous best friends sitting in front of you.

Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won peer over the back of their seats like cute meerkats, only their eyes visible, phones raised suspiciously in your direction.

"You're welcome in advance," Yoon-Seo says cheekily, showing the widest grin you've ever seen on her, eyes crinkling as Jung-Won stifles her laugh behind her hand. At your persistent eye signals, they sink back down into their seats, satisfied after overfilling their camera rolls.

As the bus slows down, indicating that your class was nearing your destination, the road gradually begins to get rougher and bumpier. It's a surprise Jun-Hee still hasn't woken up yet, sleeping soundly away still leaning on you.

Deciding to mess around with him, you slightly pivot your body so it's facing him, leaving enough room for his head to not fall off your shoulder.

"Jun-Hee," you call, tilting your head down in front of his.

"Jun-Hee ah." The bus is rocking him, lolling his head forward along with the movement, his face nearly downturned.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." Your shoulder is no longer acting as support when you turn your face directly below his and peer up, tilting your head like he had done to you miles back, smiling at his obliviousness to the harmless prank, peacefully undisturbed in his slumber.

"Kim Jun—" The bus lurches abruptly, running over a speed bump the driver misses, and your words die in your throat as it jostles Jun-Hee's body forward and consequently his head toward your own, his lips meeting yours. The next slope in the road, and the fleeting press of the accidental kiss fades away, but the butterflies in your stomach refuse to settle.

You're motionless, eyes wide, hands immediately coming up to touch your lips where they're still tingling from the lingering imprint of Jun-Hee's lips against your own, barely registering just how close his face is to yours still, remaining asleep all the same.

"Kids, we're here!"

Your teacher's announcement snaps you out of your thoughts and you hurriedly sit back as Jun-Hee's eyelids sluggishly part, the first thing they focus on is you. He grins drowsily, and you wonder what can truly fix the irreparable damage to your heart.

Get a grip, Han Seol-Hwa.

Forcing a smile that you hope isn't as awkward as it feels onto your face, you decidedly withhold the truth about the incident.

"That was the best sleep I've had in a while," Jun-Hee tells you, leaning closer to be heard over the ruckus of everyone moving around in their seats, wanting to alight the bus the moment it stops.

You scoot back reflexively with your face aflame, still not over what had happened.

Jun-Hee also pulls away, worry mixed with bewilderment evident on his face. "Are you alright?"

"What do you mean?" You cringe internally at how guilty the tone of your voice comes out.

"It's just..." Jun-Hee regards you for a moment, studying your face as you avoid his searching eyes. "You've been acting a little weird since this morning."

"I'm tired is all," you lie through your teeth.

"If I—"

Suddenly So-Mi appears next to the two of you in the aisle, eyeing you up and down judgingly. "Jun-Hee, the teacher said he wants to talk to us."

As Jun-Hee gets up but doesn't reply, you swiftly scoot out of your own seat and attempt to scurry away to where Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won are waiting for you by the wheel, wanting to avoid the dreaded conversation you knew was sure to follow.

So-Mi dismisses your presence completely, standing into the empty space between the rows in an effort to block Jun-Hee off.

His eyes count your steps and before you can move even a feet away, he grabs ahold of you, fingers wrapping securely but tenderly around your wrist. Your pulse quickens beneath your skin, and you wonder if he can feel how rapidly it bounds under his touch.

"Seol-Hwa—"

Jun-Hee appears a bit dejected for some reason you'd rather not dwell upon. You gaze down at his grasp on you before turning to face him.

"Didn't you hear me?" So-Mi interjects, trying to make him focus on her by stepping into his line of vision, but his eyes remain fixed only on you. "Seonsaengnim needs both of us for something."

Your fingers graze Jun-Hee's as you slowly remove his hand, much to his reluctance. To the bitter distaste of So-Mi, he doesn't seem like he'll go along with her any time soon. She directs her glare at you once more, and you sigh quietly, not wanting to be in the middle of this interaction one bit.

"I'll see you later Jun-Hee."

"Wait—" He tries to grab your hand again, but So-Mi is quick to turn his shoulder away, making up filler dialogue.

Given the slip unintentionally, you speed walk toward your friends, and the three of you descend the steps. You feel Jun-Hee's stare burn through the back of your head yet refuse to turn around.

Maybe if you leave everything that happened on the bus and the thoughts along with it, you'll go back to being yourself soon enough.

The teacher is pacing the edge of the curb looking perturbed, voice frustrated as he speaks into the phone, the person on the other end not comprehending a single word.

Before you can tune into what he's saying, Yoon-Seo taps you on the forearm, whispering, "Have we been here? Why do I feel like I have? It's so familiar..."

"All the youth centers look the same," Jung-Won settles, rummaging through her backpack. "Yoon-Seo, Seol-Hwa, I'm heading in first. See you inside."

You wave to her as Yoon-Seo stands beside you, unmoving and gazing up at the third-floor window of the building.

"Yoon-Seo...?" You move your hand back and forth in front of her face, and she finally blinks, her gaze returning to normal.

"What is it?" she responds absentmindedly.

"That's what I should be asking you." You halt at the blank expression on her face staring back at you.

"I thought I saw something..." She points at the window but when you look, squinting against the dark to focus your eyes, all you can see is the white curtains billowing back and forth from the window barely cracked open.

"It's only the wind. Your mind is probably playing tricks on you." Yoon-Seo seems assured by your answer for the time being, nodding. You rap on her head lightly with a loose fist, mock admonishing. "Aigoo, Miss Detective. The books are taking over your imagination."

Yoon-Seo laughs and shoves you playfully. "Don't act like you don't also live and breathe all things horror."

"But I'm not the one seeing things, am I?" Raising your eyebrows at her teasingly, Yoon-Seo simply rolls her eyes and links her arm with yours.

"Come on, let's go. It's cold out here, and I want to see the rest of this place."

The two of you enter the lobby, and the first thing you take note of is the pure white marble statue of a girl, sitting atop a pillar and staring down into nothingness, eyes soulless and devoid of emotion. It’s melancholic in a way, a personified goddess, yet alone and ostensibly powerless.

"Yoon-Seo, don't you think those eyes remind you of anyone?" You fix your gaze on the figurine closely, examining the features etched haphazardly into the rock. Whatever intention the sculptor had, you couldn't find the purpose for the seemingly out of place decor.

Yoon-Seo nudges you. "Now who's the one with the wild imagination?"

"I'm being serious here."

"I don't see any resemblance to anyone we could possibly know. There's no informative plaque on who it may be either."

You shrug. "Maybe it's just me then."

"Aren't you two going to scan?" Jung-Won ushers you and Yoon-Seo toward the flyer:

[ sᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ǫʀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪ-ғɪ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsᴛᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ]

"This place has an app? What for?" you question.

"Hmm, I'll just stick to this paper booklet they have instead." Yoon-Seo decides quickly, rifling through the readily available printed maps.

"You'll have to lead me around," you say in all earnestness. "I'm very direction disoriented."

Jung-Won doesn't even try to hide her smile. "We can tell."

"It's not my fault I was born like this." You dramatically fall back onto Yoon-Seo. "Would you two really lead me astray as my best friends?"

Yoon-Seo giggles behind you. "No way. We saw how dazed you were getting off the bus earlier. You need all the help you can get."

Jung-Won snickers, shaking her head while dragging you and Yoon-Seo through the double doors of the gymnasium where the rest were gathered.

Everyone is off scattered into their own respective friend groups, your trio throwing your backpacks haphazardly on the floor before sitting against the wall of bleachers yet to be pulled out.

Jun-Hee and So-Mi enter shortly after with the teacher, engaged in a discussion. You look away before they can notice, and focus on the girls attempting to practice for their performance instead, Woo-Ram filming their efforts. Joo-Young pushes Mi-Na out of her spotlight and steals it openly, not that Woo-Ram minded. If anything, he holds the camera ever-sturdier, a newfound excitement apparent this time around as he zooms into her face. His happiness is short-lived however, as Kyung-Joon turns off the speakers nonchalantly, forcing the girls to start over from the beginning, much to their irritation.

Despite what you decided on earlier, you can't help but throw glances over in Jun-Hee's direction. He's seated at the table reserved for school council members by the entryway, overlooking everyone as So-Mi talks his ear off, undeterred by his indifference.

"Stop staring. You're going to wear away his pretty face," Yoon-Seo jokes from your left.

"I wasn't staring," you reply back half-committally, knowing she's caught you in the act.

"You totally were," Jung-Won joins in, slowly leaning her head on your right shoulder. "Let me borrow your shoulder while I code."

"If she's allowed, I should be too," Yoon-Seo copies, mirroring Jung-Won from your left side.

"Careful, that one's Jun-Hee's. You'll have to wait your turn, Yoon-Seo."

"Oh my god," you groan, embarrassed, hiding your face into your hands as the two laugh beside you, kicking your feet from both sides with theirs. "You two are merciless."

"Are you going to deprive me of the best sleep I'll ever have?" Yoon-Seo snuggles closer, hugging you tightly to her.

"Yah! Lee Yoon-Seo!"

You had the intention of taking Jun-Hee off your mind by hanging out with your friends, only for you to see bits of his personality in Yoon-Seo, their long-time friendship having had them taking on one another's mannerisms.

"I'm using my best friend privileges." Jung-Won pats you on the knee. "Stay still."

As Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won squish into you from both sides, you can't help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of the reenactment and their dedication to coming up with jokes on the fly. You try to fight back the onslaught of laughter, but it's entirely pointless in their presence. Traitorously, your eyes crinkle in mirth, half-crescents resting atop your cheeks as your laugh tinkles in the shared space, making the other two giggle along, shaking with glee where they're pressed against you.

Jung-Won eventually caves and sits up properly when all the hooting you and Yoon-Seo are doing keeps rattling her laptop, messing up her coding. A permanent smile sits on her face though, watching you two bicker.

"Jung-Won, help, I need my inhaler. I can't breathe from laughing so much," Yoon-Seo gasps out, holding her stomach.

"I'm not getting it for you."

"I can't believe you would tease me at the expense of your asthma." You push Yeon-Seo away, sniggering as she goes back to clinging onto your arm and laying her head back on your shoulder.

Jung-Won turns to look at you and Yoon-Seo briefly, her eyes shifting to the side momentarily, a ghost of a smile settling on her lips before she resumes attention to her laptop. "Don't look but Jun-Hee is watching."

Right as she says that, you make to move your head, but Yoon-Seo expects it and holds your chin in place with her hand, pinching your cheeks playfully.

"I said don't look!" Jung-Won chuckles.

It throws Yoon-Seo into another fit of giggles as you try to speak through your puckered lips. She releases her hand quickly after, and you drop your head to lean on the crown of hers, giving up.

You elbow Jung-Won in her side. "Were you messing with me?"

"Why would I?" she says innocently, typing away.

You look at her pointedly. "Yeah, you totally wouldn't."

Jung-Won holds her hands up in a motion of surrender. "I'm not this time, really. Seeing So-Mi angry is my favorite past-time."

"So mean," Yoon-Seo sing-songs.

"And you had no part in this?" You poke Yoon-Seo in the cheek. "Who told you to have an annoyingly cute and kind best friend?"

"You mean you?"

"You know what I mean."

"It's true."

"Guess I'll have a crush on you instead."

Yoon-Seo chortles with laughter. "So, you do admit you like him!"

"I didn't say that!"

"I read between the lines."

“It was one line!”

"This really sucks," Jung-Won says off-handedly, scrolling through the app. "I can make something like this in a day."

"Huh?" Yoon-Seo inquires, lost.

"You really didn't scan the QR code earlier? It was installed automatically. Give me your phone. I'll do it for you."

"No, it's okay. I'll get by. It's a short trip."

"I wouldn't put it past Yoon Seo to carry around the paper map for two whole days," you jest.

"Careful, you can't even navigate well, Seol-Hwa."

Jung-Won snorts at Yoon-Seo's jab.

"You got me there. If you tell me to walk back the way we came from I'd probably end up walking in the opposite direction."

Yoon-Seo shakes her head in fond disbelief.

"I'm not getting any signals in here." Jung-Won holds her phone up high, arm stretching.

While you watch as Jung-Won moves her device around to figure out the cause of the lost signal and no connection to Wi-Fi, Yool rushes past, making a mad run for the storage room. Adjacent to the bleachers where you and your friends were sitting, he flings the door open with purpose and digs through the contents of the room. Various apparatus gets upended from their designated places, the speed and sheer amount of hiking gear, equipment for ball sports, as well as other items meant for the gymnasium flying out from the doorway is nothing short of the effects in a comedic cartoon. Knowing how much of a jokester Yool was, you pay it no mind and turn back to the task at hand.

You pull out your own phone to try and locate even one bar of cell phone service, only to be met with the message that the vicinity was an unserviceable area. "That's weird. We're not in a remote place or anything like that. What happens if the power goes out, then?"

Right as you say that, static from the speakers produces head-splitting screeches, causing everyone to recoil with palms over their ears in annoyance, the lights flashing once before cutting out.

With everyone fearing the worst, a few remain unmoving while screams of the rest bounce off the walls, echoing in the spacious room. You and Yoon-Seo however, have no reaction, more curious than anything else.

"Why did you turn the lights off?" Someone you can't put a name to probes in the dark. "Turn them back on!"

Following in haste after one another, the students make good use of their phone flashlights, aiming it at the court's center, revealing a figure cloaked in white standing as clear as day amidst the obscurity of the room.

While the majority cower in fear, clutching onto their friends, Hyun-Ho imperturbably throws a basketball at the unknown prowler, knocking them over in one go.

"Ouch!"

The white sheet is flung off theatrically, and out crawls a disheveled but cackling Yool.

"Aish, seriously," Hyun-Ho admonishes. "Quit goofing around."

Kicking the blanket to the side away from his feet, Yool raises his hands up in the air dramatically, acting to the end. Not a single person has managed to find the overhead lights in the meantime, the only ones illuminating the outline of his thin frame were the stage bulbs operating on a different circuit.

"While I have your attention, you guys have to listen up," he begins conspiratorially. "I heard a harrowing tale that's been passed down to everyone who steps foot into this building." Yool looks from one classmate to the next, more serious than he's ever been. "They say a female high school student took her own life here." He continues on as gasps and murmurs spring up around you. "There are things you absolutely can't do." He waggles his pointer finger dramatically for emphasis. "Don't look back after glancing in the mirror past midnight, and ignore it even if someone were to grab your ankle while you are asleep. If you don't follow these rules..." Yool pauses for staged effect before walking in broken steps like he’s possessed, arms and legs bent in odd angles, rushing straight toward the dancers still seated on the floor.

"...YOU'LL SEE A GHOST!"

Shrieks pierce the room as someone manages to flip the lights on again with perfect timing, ending Yool's one-man show.

Jung-Won clucks her tongue while you and Yoon-Seo look at one another. You were expecting her to be as nonchalant as you were, all her readings considered, but she's staring straight ahead, spooked.

"Earth to Yoon-Seo?" You touch her hand and she flinches, causing you to jump as well from her unexpected reaction.

"Huh?" She whips her head toward you, still zoned out. "Sorry." A forced smile settles on her face, an infrequent sight to her usual bright demeanor. "Don't worry, it just felt like deja vu for a minute."

"You said something similar earlier. Are you sure you're doing okay?" Your voiced is laced with worry.

"See, this is why I told you two to tone it down with the heebie-jeebies. You're only scaring yourselves." Jung-Won pats your head and then Yoon-Seo's in turn. "We should go to our rooms anyway. They all have too much energy they can't wait to waste away," Jung-Won states, gesturing to everyone milling about.

"Let's go?" You pull Yoon-Seo up, and she nods in return, reassuring you that she was finally present and not off and away in her thoughts.

As the three of you leave, your ears perk up at the last thing you hear Yool say.

"Did you guys really believe it?" His sentence is cut by a boisterous laugh, pleased to no end at the affirmative from his friends. "Eyy, come on now, it was just an innocent and fake joke. None of us are going to die. Not tonight and not for a long time to come."

SYNOPSIS | 02 : THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

© 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

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red-heart-green-light · 1 day ago

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LOADING PROFILE . . . COMPLETE ! ╰─ ♡ name : dollie pronouns : they/them + some neos age : 21 main blog : @ihatetransphobes

◜what i'll write for : right now just squid game but if this blog gains traction (and i have the energy) i might open up to other fandoms!

⌇ who i'll write for : se-mi (380), cho hyun-ju (120), kim young-mi (095), kim jun-hee (222), kang mi-na (196), kang no-eul (soldier 011), basically just all the girls (i MIGHT open up to some of the guys as well i'm just a lesbian-)

⌇ what i'll write in general : character x reader, character x character, fluff, angst, smut/nsft, one-shots/short-form writing, imagines, headcanons, fake texts

◟what i WON'T write : chaptered/long-form writing as i don't have the attention span for it, plus some hard no's with smut like feet, scat, emeto, and vore

asks are always open unless said otherwise! i hope you decide to stick around!! ♡

#info #pinned post #squid game #squid game season 2 #squid game x reader #se mi x reader #hyun ju x reader #cho hyun ju x reader #young mi x reader #kim young mi x reader #jun hee x reader #kim jun hee x reader #mi na x reader #kang mi na x reader #no eul x reader #kang no eul x reader #i've never used this many tags in my fucking life

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celestiamour · 12 days ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ players of the 36th games (s2) ]❜

╰₊✧ contains: cho hyun-ju, kang dae-ho, kim jun-hee, choi su-bong, lee myung-gi, kim young-mi, nam-gyu, se-mi, min-su, park gyeong-seok, kang mi-na

━━━ .°˖✧ cho hyun-ju - player 120 ˚₊ ⊹

giving her a goodbye kiss before she leaves during the revolt┊0.8k words

hyping her up to go out wearing a skirt for the first time┊0.7k words

━━━ .°˖✧ kang dae-ho - player 388 ˚₊ ⊹

calming him down during his panic attack┊0.6k words

━━━ .°˖✧ kim jun-hee - player 222 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ choi su-bong - player 230 ˚₊ ⊹

shy! reader. childhood best friend! reader.

━━━ .°˖✧ lee myung-gi - player 333 ˚₊ ⊹

falling for your kindness towards jun-hee & his faults┊0.5k words

━━━ .°˖✧ kim young-mi - player 095 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ nam-gyu - player 124 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ se-mi - player 380 ˚₊ ⊹

dense! reader.

falling for your cute and bubbly personality┊0.7k words

18+) an examination of piercings turns into something more┊0.8k words

preventing her untimely demise┊0.6k words

━━━ .°˖✧ park min-su - player 125 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ park gyeong-seok - player 246 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ kang mi-na - player 196 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

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creamecafe · 9 days ago

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I haven’t seen many fics about player 333 yet (Myunggi) 😔 Could you do maybe an enemies to lover type story with him!!!

Wicked Game | Myung-Gi Pt. 1

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're stuck in the squid games fighting for your life. It also doesn't help that you are stuck with a wanna be rich scammer fraud.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Myung-Gi x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: enemies to lovers, hurt

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy this! Also the reader is an ex of Myung-Gi before the games. Please understand I don't HATE Kim Jun-hee, I just thought it would fit more for enemies to lovers. I also believe I may put this into two parts as the 3rd season is yet to come

If you would like to be tagged for the next part, let me know in the comments down below and I'll add you to the list!!

Want a request for a Squid Game character like this one? Check out my latest post, read my request guidelines and send a request!

Read on Wattpad & AO3 here

Joining the squid games could possibly be the last thing any person with common sense and a reason to live would consider doing. Unless they either had none.

That's what it looked like for you. The games you had to do to win 45.6 billion won had you either questioning if it's still worth it to still keep going or just to end it all on this island.

Out of all the people in these games, there's one face that you despised seeing and wondered how he's still alive after what he did, Myung-Gi.

He's your ex boyfriend. Being with him was great at first, but once he was invested in the crypto coin thing business, it felt like you're being cheated on. It also didn't help that he had an affair behind your back with a girl named Kim Jun-hee who turned up pregnant.

You didn't hate Kim Jun-hee, as you felt bad for her that your ex abandoned her and their baby, but the whole thing hurted you.

There's nothing more you wanted to get out of here with enough money to move to another place and start off fresh.

When you first woke up in the dormitory with all the other players, you wondered where this possibly could go. You looked around to see so many unfamiliar faces.

Then a man in a pinkish red suit all the way across the room wuth a black covered mas with a white triangle comes out from double doors and starts explaining why majority are here. Because of their debts.

They showed different videos of people playing Ddakji and getting slapped in the face. There was one face you recognized, your ex. It wouldn't be surprising that he was in debt for trying to chase after the crypt coin thing.

It looks like you're not the only one who hated him, many people who fell for the crypto coin were also mad at him. A purple-haired guy stood out from the rest, as he was a rapper you heard from others who were apparently fans. You had no interest in him or your ex but were wondering what the whole ordeal of winning money is.

You had to sign a waiver for the games, and you were soon directed to take pictures. It was rough enough. Then you would have to climb stairs that seemed like you were going to Mount Everest. You saw your ex from the right side across. You also didn't want to risk being seen.

Finally, you reached the first game after what seemed like an eternity. There was a huge robot doll and the whole layout was supposed to imitate a school playground with its blue sky and sand ground.

"Hey there pretty" You turn around and see the purple haired guy who was talking to your ex

"Who are you?" You exclaimed looking him up and down not in the mood to be hit on.

"I'm Choi Seung-hyun, Thanos for my music. You might of heard my raps before?"

"If I did, I probably would want to be deaf right now. Including not hearing this conversation."

He pretended to be hurt and put a hand over his heart.

"Ouch girl. Cold aren't you?"

You rolled your eyes. He sees another girl walks by and also tries talking to her. Poor girl, you thought.

"Y/N?" You hear your name being called and look around.

"Y/N!" A hand fell on your shoulder and you flinched turning around.

It was Myung-Gi. Your panic turned into annoyance as you rolled your eyes again.

"What are you doing here?" He asks

"Should be asking you that too, but I think it's obvious."

"Can we please talk?"

"What's there to talk about Myung-Gi? You chose a cyrpt coin over me and cheated on me, and got another girl pregant"

"And I regret it very much. Please come back."

"Share those regrets with the others in here too, including the mother of your child."

He tried to reply back but you walked away from him, ignoring him.

Speakers came on, explaining the rules of the game.

A screaming man came into the front and said it's not what we think the game is. He exclaims that if you move, you'll die.

People around you scoffed and found the man crazy. It seemed like to you he was crazy too, but what if he was right?

He was still screaming telling people not to move a muscle when the game starts.

The robot started turning around and putting her hand up to the tree to not look at the other player.

It started singing.

"Everyone freeze!" The man in front says.

Nobody moved a muscle. Your eyes looked around and saw no one moving. What if the guys telling the truth?

The doll looked away and you started moving forward quickly along with everyone else.

"Everyone freeze!" Yelled again the older man.

There was a scream coming from a girl who moved. She laughed exclaiming she just moved. A bullet came through her head and she dropped dead.

The guy really wasn't lying then. One wrong move, you're dead. More people started moving and more gunshots were coming.

Bodies were dropping. People are screaming. This was a bad idea to be here. You were also pretty sure you were going to die with your ex boyfriend. That another cherry on top to add.

"If you don't make it to the finishing line on time, you'll also die." The man yells but has his mouth covered like he was going to take a sneeze.

It felt impossible to win this game. You were so sure you were going to win money but now the only thing you could be winning is death. You wanted to see if Myung-Gi was still alive.

But you couldn't risk being shot. Everyone sooned formed into a single file line. The man explained that the doll can't see what's behind a person if there's a bigger person in front.

More gunshots came. More bodies dropping. You couldn't stop now though. You're close to the finish line, you can feel it.

You soon reached the finish line relieved that you made it alive. You looked around for Myung-Gi to see if he's alive.

Why do you care so much about him? You thought to yourself.

It's just basic human sympathy you thought. Hating him is one thing, but him dying is another.

The game ended and you witnessed the man who warned about the game, you see his number was 456 and another, a woman helping a man who got shot in the leg reach the finish line get shot in the head.

This isn't just a game. This life or death. Everyone including you who passed were allowed to go back to the dorms.

Zoned out walking, seeing bodies and blood, you hear your name being called.

"Y/N!"

Turning around to see who called your name, you see Myung-Gi run up to you.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A light smile came from your face.

"Yes I'm alright and you?"

"Alive thank God." He chuckled.

You chuckled lightly but didn't know what to say after. Usually, you would have something smart to say to him but after what happened, you wanted nothing more to be out of here.

There were yelling and shouts to how the man knew they would shoot if you lost the game. They were accusing the man of being behind the game.

A pink guard then came out and congratulated us for completing the first game. It then if a majority voted to O, you could leave the game.

Everyone chose their own sides O and X. You chose X, even though you desperately wanted the money to be able to move to another city. You see Jun-Hee, his other ex, chose X too. Myung-Gi chose O, which you weren't surprised.

Unfortunately there were more O's than X's which meant you had to stay. You were heartbroken but also upset and turned to Myung-Gi. Now you wish he died in the first game.

You went up to him and turned him around aggressively and slapped him across the face. People looked at you guys, but you didn't care.

"You're really that selfish, you had to choose O?"

"Y/N-"

"The mother of your child is in this game and you choose O. I should have known from the start dating you was a bad idea. If these games don't kill you, I will."

You stormed off away from him and went to your bed. Myung-Gi probably thought you were bluffing about you killing him.

Something deep down you wanted to keep that word true.

It looks like you'll have to wait and see the next day.

𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!

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sucodelaranja86 · 3 days ago

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I saw ur recent post n dw I got u w the requests💪🏽

Could we get a Cho Hyun-Ju x f!reader where we know each other before the games n are already friends? We wake up w the rest of the players n get close to Dae-ho who quickly becomes one of our best friends n Hyun-Ju noticed n becomes jealous of how quick we got along w him which causes tension w her that the rest of the group can feel except us cuz were so oblivious to the point that we have to be pushed to Hyun-Ju n ask her whats wrong which leads to her spilling n some suggestive stuff?

★ : jealous girl＂

featuring: hyun-ju cho x reader, mentions of dae-ho x reader.

summary: you and your best friend hyun-ju were both at the mercy of this horrible game in order to pay your debts. However, in the middle of the game, you found comfort in the presence of another person, which sparked some unwanted feelings inside hyun-ju's heart.

warnings: none.

A/N: I sneaked a mouthwashing reference in the middle of the text, can you find it?

★ . ★ . ★ . ★

➤ Staying at this hellish place was not for the frail or for the weak, both physically and mentally. You had already finished 3 games, and you simply couldn't wait to go back to your precious home, as you finally realized how much you missed it.

But things weren't completely lost, at least you hoped so. You still had your precious friend with you, and that eased your spirits. She was mature, collected, and always knew what to do. It was like she had a natural leadership. It gave you a comforting sensation knowing that you had her.

Well, you had some other idiot too.

Dae-ho was like an useless ray of sunshine. His positive humor and personality were a contrast with the harsh reality of this dark place. You quickly found a good relationship with him. Before you even realized, you were spending time with him, sharing food and starting conversations. His presence, albeit childish, calmed you down a lot more than you would expect.

And that didn't go unnoticed by hyun-ju.

She had formed a nice, small group with her former partners. An old lady named Jang geum-ja, with her son, Yonsik, and a small girl named young-mi kim (who you managed to save last second in mingle by pulling her to your room). You grew very found of them, but that didn't mean Hyun-ju felt the same with your former partner. Quite the opposite.

She couldn't stand the overgrowing jealousy inside her. You two only were friends, her feelings didn't matter on this situation. She shouldn't get jealous of a partner she didn't have.

She just wished you spent more time with her. She just wished you spent less time with him. She just wished you paid more attention to her. She just wished-... Dang it.

Her feelings didn't go unnoticed by people, anyone could notice her bold feelings. Anyone but you. Everyone in the room could read her growing jealousy, everyone could notice her gentle stares at you and the not-so-gentle glares she sent in Dae-ho's direction. Again, everyone but you.

You, Jun-hee (a friendly pregnant player who you had grow really protective of.), Geum-ja and Hyun-ju were at the female bathroom. After a couple of minutes, both ladies had left the bathroom, but not before wishing goodnight and to take care to both of you. Leaving only you and Hyun-ju alone in the immense bathroom, full of multiple cubicles painted a nice shade of pink.

You could notice her not-so-friendly stare to her own reflection at the mirror. You knew she was having one of those insecure moments were her dysphoria was hitting her like a ton of bricks. But before you could protest any further, you heard her quiet voice mutter to you.

"... What is your relationship with him?"

The silence that invaded the room was so heavy it could be cut with a knife. You were half confused and half in shock. You two were friends, sure. And friends talked about crushes right? Right. But this... This didn't seem like the case. You, after a few seconds of contemplation, finally managed to get a response out.

"What do you mean, Hyu-" before you could even finish your sentence, you were harshly pinned to the wall of one of the cubicles. Her bigger frame towering above you.

"Do you know how you make me feel? Can't you feel it? Can't you notice it?" your confusion was quickly shattered as you finally could connect the pieces together.

Hyun-ju cho liked you.

And, at this moment, she was jealous.

You mentally facepalmed as you didn't have the capacity to realize it sooner. On one side, you felt like a stupid, idiot buffoon. On the other, your insides felt like melting at the realization that the love of your life felt the same way too.

You almost forgot the situation you were on as a quiet grunt pulled you out of your daydreams. Ah, right, she was still mad.

You gently put your hands on her cheeks, her expression softening almost immediately. You slowly start pulling her face down, and her body immediately obeys your subtle command.

"I love you, Hyun-ju."

It was the unasked, but obvious reassurance that she needed at the moment. Her body immediately bends to you, laying her face to your neck and snuggling her body as close as she could manage to yours.

"now, let's go back, we need to-" she again interrupted you. But this time, you could say you were more pleased than offended.

"don't think i can simply let you go after everything." she says, gently biting on your shoulder after a few seconds.

"uh...?" you silent question was quickly aswered by a harsh grope to your butt.

"i know you more than you know yourself, my dear. Don't think i don't realize how you used to stare at me before we entered here."

You were dumbfounded, unable to do any movement due to shock and a hundred of other feelings you couldn't describe properly.

But none of them were bad.

Your small paradise was quickly interrupted by a loud banging agaisnt the door, followed by a harsh voice.

"player 120, player [number], back to your dormitory, now!"

★ . ★ . ★ . ★

A/N: i suck so bad at doing suggestive themes. Sorry.

#hyun ju x reader #cho hyun-ju x reader #player 120 #cho hyunju #cho hyun ju x reader #squid game headcanons #squid game x y/n #squid game

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borntobeslay · 5 days ago

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| “Get out of here..”

Pairing: Kim Jun-hee x little sister! Reader

Genre: angst

You are now competing in the third round of “Squid Games”. Though you are absolutely terrified of losing your life, your older sister is always your biggest worry. She’s pregnant and being in a place like this is risky, as the platform starts to spin and the scary children’s song starts to play… you hold her hand tightly in fear and support. “You okay, unnie?” You asked nervously and worried. She looks at you with a small weak smile, trying to ease your nerves. “I’m okay Y/Nn. We’re gonna be okay…” Despite her comforting words, the anxiety and tension lingers in the air. Suddenly, the platform stopped and the number is called out from the speakers. “The number is… 5!” The people start racing around to group up before the timer runs out, You and your sister are scrambling around but managed to find three people…

Hyun-ju, Geum-ja, and her son Young- sik.. as you all group up and start running towards an empty room, someone knocks you down… at first nobody noticed, but by the time you’re sister noticed, it was too late. Some stranger had already ran in the room to take my place and lock the door. “Y/N!! Y/N!!” Jun-hee screamed your name in desperation, you managed to get up and run to the door and look through the little square hole to see here. “ it’s okay… it’s okay unnie.. you’re gonna get out of here…” you say while crying. You knew this was the end. 18 years old and you’re about to die playing a damn children’s game… as soon as the time goes of there is tons of gunshots sounding out and then it hits you … two shots in your back. Your body goes limp and you slowly slide down the door. As soon as the door opens Jun-hee is at your side sobbing. “Y/N! Y/N I’m so sorry!! I-… I should have protected you! Please don’t leave me!!” She keeps sobbing while holding your limp body, but with the last of your strength, you squeeze her and a whisper, “Get out…” and with those final words Jun-hee knew she wasn’t doing it Just for her baby… she’s doing it for you too..

Thank you for reader my first fic!! It’s pretty short because it was just a random thought I had lol

#squid game #squid game 2 #kim jun hee #cho hyunju #fypツ #kdrama #like pls #first fic #please share #sisters #short fanfic

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boobear061 · 2 months ago

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Behind The Frozen Gaze, 01 | Yoongi

Synopsis: Y/n's family is burdened with significant debt and has gone into hiding to escape the dangerous Yoongi. After a year of living in secrecy, Yoongi tracks them down and in exchange for getting rid of the debt, Y/n's family is forced to give Y/n to Yoongi. Reluctantly, Y/n is forced to marry Yoongi to save her family from ruin.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warning: swearing, angst, gun violence and kidnapping

Genre: angst

WC: 3,080

Index | Next

~ Y/n's POV ~

I woke up, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, go on my socials, like and commented on some photos and videos, set my phone back on the nightstand, changed it, got off the bed and do my routine.

I walked out of the bathroom all dressed, grabbed my phone along with my bag, walked out of my room to the kitchen, greeted my sister Iseul, served myself and sat next to her.

" Are you coming to the restaurant today? " She said.

I nod my head and said " Yeah, I am. "

She smiled and said " Great, we could use your help. "

" I just need to do a errand before I go to the restaurant. "

" Alright. "

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am here in my office at home doing some work, heard the door knocked and I said " Come in. "

The door opened, the maid walked in, looked at me and said " Mr. Min, Jin and Hobi are here. "

I nod my head and said " I'll be right there. "

She nod her head, walked out of the office, I took off my glasses, set them down on the desk, got up from the chair, grabbed my phone, and walked out of my office to the living room.

I looked at them and said " This better be good. "

" It is, we finally found them. " Jin said.

" Found who? "

" The person who you've been looking for, for a year. "

" Kim Seojoon and his son Dae-hyun. " Hobi said.

" They opened a hot pot restaurant right under our noses. "

" What are you gonna do now, Yoongi? " Hobi said.

I looked at Jin and said " What's the address of their restaurant? "

He gave me a paper, it has the address, I nod my head and said " Thanks. "

I finally found you, Kim Seojoon and Dae-hyun.. No more running away.. I'm getting the money you borrowed from me and I'm not giving anymore chances..

~ Y/n's POV ~

I finished with my errand so I am walking over to the restaurant which isn't too far from my house, when I got to the restaurant, I noticed three men standing dressed in black staring at the restaurant from across the street.

I walked over to the door, looked at my brother and said " Who the hell are they? "

" Who? " Dae-hyun said.

" Those men standing across the street. "

Dae-hyun and my sister in law Ji-ah walked over to me, looked at them, and I said " I think they're spying or something. "

" God, you're right. " Ji-ah said.

I looked at Dae-hyun and said " What's going on? "

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

I walked inside the restaurant and mumbled while taking my phone out " I hope it's not what I think it is. " and called my Dad.

Dad: Yes, son?

Me: Dad, there's some guys standing across the street. They're spying on us. Do you think they found us?

Mom ( from background ): What is it, Yeobo? You've gone pale.

Dad: Don't freak out. Is Y/n there?

Me: She's here.

Dad: Don't tell her anything, I'm sure it's not them.

Me: Right, I won't tell her Dad. But how can you be so sure?

Dad: If it's them, they wouldn't stop.

Me: Well then, why are they standing there? Why are they watching the restaurant? They don't take their eyes off it.

Dad: Okay, hang up. Let me call Jun and asked about them. I'll get back with you.

Me: Alright.

* Call Ended *

~ Seojoon's POV ~

I let out a sigh, ran my fingers through my hair and my wife Ha-joon said " What is it, Seojoon? Have they found us? "

" Some people are lurking around. "

" Oh my goodness. We are doomed! "

" Jagiya, easy now. Calm down. I'm calling Jun now. "

She nod her head.

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am here in my office, my phone rang, I looked at the caller ID, it's Jungkook, I grabbed my phone and answered it:

Me: Are they there?

Jungkook: Yes, they are. What do you want us to do?

Me: Is Seojoon there?

Jungkook: No, but Dae-hyun is. He's with his wife and I think his sister.

Me: Alright, leave for now, I'll give you the signal.

Jungkook: Alright, hyung.

~ Seojoon's POV ~

Everyone is in the kitchen while I am sitting down on the living room couch looking at my phone that is on the coffee table anxiously.

" My God, all these years I have done everything to keep Iseul and Y/n away from this mess. May we receive good news. " I said to myself and let out a sigh.

" Dad, * Walked over to him * are you hungry? " Y/n said.

I looked at her and said " Don't worry. I'll be there in a minute. "

The phone rang, I quickly got up, grabbed the phone and heard Y/n said " Who is it Dad? "

I answered the phone " Hello? Wait a minute. " I walked outside to take the call.

~ Y/n's POV ~

" Mom, what is it? " Iseul said.

I looked at Mom who looked like she's freaking out a little, she looked at Iseul and said " Nothing. Serve the food, will you? "

" Okay. "

I walked over to Iseul and helped her.

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

I walked out of my bedroom to the kitchen, looked at everyone, noticed that Dad isn't there, I looked at Mom and said " Where's Dad? "

Iseul looked at me and said " He's outside talking on the phone. "

I nod my head, walked outside, saw Dad talking on the phone, I walked over to him, he hanged up the call, let out a sigh and I said " Any news Dad? Who are those guys? "

" I don't know, son. I'm asking around about them. But no luck. "

" Don't worry Dad. If it were them, they wouldn't wait, right? "

" How long did they lurk around? "

" No sure. But they weren't there when I left. "

Dad let out a sigh and said " Probably they weren't looking for us. "

The door opened, Y/n looked at us and said " Dad, Dae-hyun, come on the food is getting cold. "

" We're coming. " I said.

We walked inside the house.

* The Next Day *

~ Seojoon's POV ~

I am here sitting down on the living room couch waiting for a call while Ha-joon is making herself some tea, Dae-hyun and Ji-ah are in the restaurant.

" Any news yet? "

" Not yet. "

My phone rang, I quickly grabbed it from the coffee table and answered the call:

Me: Hello? ... yes.

I heard Ha-joon running to me, sat down next to me and said " What is it? "

I stood up with a shocked face when I heard the news, Ha-joon stood up as well and said " What? They found us? "

I didn't answer her, just heard him talking and she said " Why aren't you saying anything Seojoon? Talk to me. "

Me: Okay..

" Is it them, Seojoon? "

Me: I understand.

Ha-joon panicked and said " Is it them? "

The call ended, I gulped as I lowered the phone, looked at Ha-joon and said " It was them. "

She let out a loud gasp and said " Oh God! "

" They found us. "

" Oh God, Dae-hyun! " She ran out of the house.

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am getting ready to go visit the Kim family at their restaurant, I grabbed my gun, put it in my back pocket, put on my jacket, grabbed my phone, the office door opened, Jin looked at me and said " Where are you going? "

I looked at him and said " I'm going to pay the Kim family a little visit. "

" You want me to come with you? "

I shooked my head and said " No, I'll go alone. "

" Are you sure? "

" Yes, I'll call you if I need backup. "

" Alright, be careful. "

" I will. " I walked out of my office.

I am here in my car parked across the street from the restaurant, I saw Dae-hyun, there's four customers, I waited for them to leave, once they did, I stepped out of my car, Dae-hyun walked over to the entrance, someone called his name, he walked out of the restaurant and talked to this man.

I took out my gun from my back pocket, the guy left, Dae-hyun took his phone out of his pocket, and heard someone shouted " Dae-hyun!! "

I saw a woman running to the restaurant, Dae-hyun looked at her and said " Mom? "

She grabbed him, trying to push him inside the restaurant and he said " What's going on? "

" Let's go inside. " She looked around.

" Mom? "

" They found us! Get inside. "

They walked inside, I saw Seojoon running to the entrance of the restaurant, he looked around, his eyes locked with mine, his eyes widened, ran inside and closed the door behind him.

I stepped inside the car, got out my phone, made a call to Jin to get the men ready, hanged up the call and drove away.

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

My mom is sitting down on a chair crying and said " God help us. Protect us! "

" Ha-joon, will you stop it? " Dad said.

She looked at him and said " Stop what, Seojoon? Stop what? * Looked at Dae-hyun * Son, you are leaving today. Take your passport and leave the country. Go to a place where no one can find you. "

" Mom, what are you talking about? How can I leave my wife, how can I leave you? "

" You will go, Dae-hyun. I will not lose you over this. "

I looked at Dad and said " What did Jun tell you Dad? Is it true? "

Dad nod his head and said " They are after us, son. Your Mom is right, you have to leave. "

" Dad, for God's sake. How can I leave you guys? "

" Don't think about us, Dae-hyun. You will go. You have to leave, son. You have to run away. " Mom said.

We heard a voice " What's going on? "

We turned around, Y/n walked over to us, looked at Mom and said " Who is running away to where, Mom? "

~ Y/n's POV ~

They told me what happened and I said " What? * Sat down on a chair * How? You mean, they will kill my brother and Dad over some debt? "

We stood quiet, Mom rubbed her temples and I said " What kind of a debt is this? We will work and pay the debt. Why don't we talk to them and ask for time? Why would my brother leave his home? "

" It's not a debt that can be paid off easily, Y/n. " Dae-hyun said.

" Can't we take out a loan? We can mortage the restaurant. * Looked at Dad * Dad? We won't let him leave, right? We will find a way. "

" Oh shut up! Go home and go fetch a few things for your brother. Now! " Mom shouted at me.

" Mom.. "

" Just do what I say! Remember to get his passport. "

I didn't move and she shouted " What are you waiting for?! Go! "

I looked at Dae-hyun and said with tears in my eyes " Dae-hyun? "

" Come here, come. " He spread his arms open.

I got up from the chair, walked over to him, we hugged, I cried and he said " Do as Mom says. "

" Why don't we go to the police? What year are we in? Killing people because of debt is a thing of the past. "

" Shh. * Pulled away from the hug, looked at her * Come on, Y/n please. I am asking you. Go. "

I nod my head, wiped my tears, walked out of the restaurant and walked home.

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am here in my office with my men explaining the plan, I grabbed the stuff, looked at my men and said " You ready to go? "

They nod their heads and said " Let's go. "

We walked out of the mansion, got in our cars and we are on our way to the Kim's restaurant.

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

Mom is pacing back and fourth, I looked at her and said " Mom, calm down. "

She looked at me and said " How can I calm down?! Where the fuck is Y/n?! "

All of the sudden a bunch of cars pulled up, I walked over to the window, men stepped out of the cars and I said " Mom, they're here! "

She ran to the door, blocked it, looked at me and shouted " Run! "

~ Yoongi's POV ~

My men and I arrived at the restaurant, we stepped out, I walked over to the entrance, saw Seojoon's wife blocking the door, I kicked the door open which caused her to fell down to the floor.

I walked in, saw Dae-hyun grabbed a knife, I took my gun out from my back pocket, pointed the gun at him which made him dropped the knife, and the Mom stood in front of Dae-hyun.

" Don't shoot me in front of my mother. Take me outside and then shoot me. " He said to me.

The Mom shooked her head and said " I'm begging you. Don't give me the grief of losing a child. Let go of my son. Spare his life. "

" You think you can fucking hide from me? You really think you can get away? Where is my money?! "

" We don't have it, but- "

" I don't want to hear your fucking excuses. You went missing for a fucking year and you still don't have the money?! What the fuck have you been doing, huh?! "

" I'm sorry Mr. Min, I promise I'll give you the money, just give us more time. "

I shooked my head and said " No, I fucking had it. I want my money, now! "

Something caught my eye, I saw a family photo, I lowered my gun, picked up the photo, looked at it, the girl with the dimples caught my eye, I looked at Seojoon and said " Who's this? " and point the girl to him.

" O-Our daughter Y/n. "

Seojoon's wife looked at me and said " Take Y/n as long as you spare my son's life. "

Dae-hyun looked at his mom and said " Mom! What the hell are you doing? Mom, don't! "

She looked at him and said " What do you mean? You want them to shoot and kill you?! "

" I won't let them! "

She slapped him and said " You will let her go! Shut up! * Cried and hugged him * You will let him take her. There is no other way. "

Dae-hyun didn't say anything, the Mom pulled away from the hug, looked at him and said " Say yes, don't be silent. * Looked at her husband * Seojoon, talk to your son. "

Seojoon didn't say anything so she yelled at him " Seojoon, say something! Hello?! "

He didn't say anything which is loosing my patience, the wife shouted while crying " Seojoon! "

" That's enough! " I shouted.

They looked at me, I looked at Seojoon and said " Bring me the girl. Now! "

" My sister isn't going with you. " Dae-hyun said.

" Then, blood will shed. One way or another, we will put an end to this today. " I said.

" Stop! I am begging you! Y/n is on her way now. She'll be here any minute. " Ha-joon said.

Dae-hyun looked at Seojoon and said " Dad! I don't agree with this. Don't sacrifice Y/n. She's your daughter. Don't do it! Dad, please. Don't, she's your daughter! "

Ha-joon stood silent and Dae-hyun shouted " Dad! Say something! "

" My guys are waiting at the door. You will hand over the girl to them. " I walked out.

I looked at my men and said " A girl will come here. Bring her to me. "

I stepped in my car and drove off.

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

When Yoongi left, my Mom wiped her tears, I looked at my Dad and said " Dad? Say something. She's your daughter! It's Y/n we're talking about! "

" Shut up Dae-hyun, he's taking her and that's final. I don't want anything to happen to you! " Mom shouted at me.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I got to the restaurant holding a carry on luggage, I saw two men standing outside the restaurant, they blocked the door, I tried to push my way in but they grabbed my arms and I shouted " Let me go! Leave me alone! "

I saw my brother was gonna run to me but Mom is holding him back and I heard her said to him " Dae-hyun, I will not forgive you if you don't let Y/n go! Let them take Y/n! "

I broke free, ran inside, dropped the carry on luggage, they grabbed my arms, I looked at my brother and said " Dae-hyun, call the police! "

Mom looked at me and shouted " You will go with them. If you want your brother to live. You have to go with them! "

" What are you talking about mother? "

" I told you to stop! " Mom shouted to Dae-hyun who is trying to get to me.

" Mom, I can't give my sister away. I can't let her go. "

" Dae-hyun, stop. I said stop! "

" Mom, what are you doing? " I cried.

" Seojoon! * Looked at her husband * Seojoon, help me! " Mom shouted at Dad.

" Let me go, Mom! " Dae-hyun shouted.

Mom looked at the men and shouted " What are you waiting for?! Take her already! "

I tried to get away, one of the men said " Come on, move it! "

They dragged me out and I heard my brother said " Let me go, Mom! "

" Get your hands off me! Mom! Dad! Let me go! " I shouted while trying to get out of their grip.

They opened the door, threw me in the car, I saw Mom walked out of the restaurant, looked at me and shouted " Don't come here again! Stay away from my family! "

The car drove off, I cried, banged on the window and shouted " Help me! Somebody help me please! "

I froze when I felt something cold on my temple and heard " Shut the fuck up! I don't want to fucking hear it. "

I nod my head and he said " If I heard anything from you, I'm going to blow your fucking head off and go back to your brother and Dad and kill them. Do you hear me? "

I nod my head again, he moved the gun away from my temple, covered my mouth with my hand and silently cried.

What are they gonna do to me? I can't believe this is happening! Can someone save me?!

#yoongi x reader #bts yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi bts #agust d #suga bts #suga

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celestialmatcha7 · 1 month ago

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takeout | kim hyunjoon (tabber)

word count: 714

pairing: tabber x fem! reader

warnings: none. just fluff :)

requested: yes

7:48 p.m.

seoul, korea

The sound of bustling city life fades as you step out of the cold December air and into the warmth of the studio building. Your hands clutch a takeout bag, the delicious aroma of tteokbokki, kimbap, and fried chicken wafting through the crisp evening. You know Hyunjoon has been holed up in the studio all day, working tirelessly on his music, and it’s been hours since his last text—short, sweet, and full of his usual charm: “Miss you. Don't forget to eat, baby.”

Smiling to yourself, you quietly make your way down the hall to his studio. Through the small window in the door, you can see him hunched over his desk, headphones on, completely immersed in his work. The soft glow of the monitors casts a golden hue on his sharp features, and you take a moment to admire him. His oversized sweater looks so cozy, and his hair falls slightly into his eyes as he bobs his head to the beat.

You knock gently on the door, careful not to startle him. His head snaps up, eyes darting to the door, and when he spots you, his face lights up instantly. He pulls off his headphones and practically bounds to the door, his excitement evident.

“Y/N!” he says, swinging the door open and pulling you into a quick hug before he notices the bag in your hand. “Wait… is that—?”

“Your favorite food,” you confirm, holding it up with a grin. “Thought you might be hungry since someone forgot to text me back.”

He laughs, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Got a little carried away. But seriously, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Well, I wanted to,” you say, stepping into the studio and setting the bag on the small table in the corner. “You’ve been working hard all day. You need fuel, and I need company. It’s a win-win.”

He pulls you into another hug, this one longer and tighter, his chin resting on top of your head. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“I do,” you tease, pulling away to unpack the food. “Now, come eat before it gets cold.”

The two of you settle on the couch, the takeout spread out between you. Hyun Jun looks like a kid in a candy store, his eyes sparkling as he grabs a piece of kimbap.

“This is perfect,” he says between bites, his voice full of genuine appreciation. “I didn’t even realize how hungry I was.”

You watch him eat with a fond smile, your heart swelling at the sight of him so content. “So, how’s the music coming along?” you ask, picking up a piece of chicken.

“It’s getting there,” he says, leaning back against the couch. “I’ve been tweaking the same track for hours, but now that you’re here, I feel like I can finally breathe.”

“Well, I’m glad to be of service,” you say, leaning closer to brush a stray hair from his face. “Don’t forget to take breaks, okay? I worry about you.”

His hand finds yours, squeezing it gently. “I know, and I love you for it. You keep me grounded, Y/N. Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, the sincerity in his voice making your heart flutter. “I love you too, Hyunjoon,” you say softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

For the rest of the evening, you stay by his side, sharing food and laughter. Every now and then, he walks over to his keyboard to play you bits of his new song, his voice filling the small studio with a raw, soulful melody. You can tell he’s pouring his heart into his work, and you’re so proud of him.

As the night goes on, you end up curled up on the couch together, your head resting on his shoulder as he hums softly. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this cozy little bubble of warmth and love.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Anytime,” you whisper, closing your eyes. “Always.”

And in that moment, with his arm around you and the soft hum of music in the background, everything feels perfect.

#tabber x reader #kim hyunjoon x reader #khh imagines #khh scenarios #krnb scenarios #krnb imagines

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kyungjungirlies · 9 months ago

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Night Has Come FF

(Kyungjun x reader)

Part: Two

¨CHOI JOO-WON WAS ELIMINATED BY THE MAFIA. CHOI JOO-WON WAS THE MAFIA¨

¨THE POLICE HAS USED THEIR POWER¨

Those were the first words that broke the spell of your trance. You sat on the floor, head pounding. You couldn't remember anything after Yool´s death. After you saw Kyungjun across you. What had happened?

Someone else had died? How?

"Hey, the broadcasting room. Who the fuck is controlling it? Huh?" Wooram said. His jaw trembled slightly, and his eyes were wide. He and a group of kids went to go look.

While you and Nahee joined the group in search of Joo-Won. What did it mean that he was the mafia? And how did he die? Was this game for real? Was it a sick joke? Were you all going to die?

You forced yourself to take deep breaths as you stared at Joo-Won´s limp form in the bathroom stall. Yoonseo bent down to touch the blood. "It's still wet." She said. You could make the conclusion all by yourself. He had died recently, very recently. It sent chills up your already unsteady body.

Kyungjun grabbed the Junhee´s shirt. "What do we do now huh?!"

"We leave. We need to get far away from here."

And so, you did, or you tried to at least. But you quickly figured out that you were locked in. A white line ran all around the building.

A warning had flashed on your phone when you all came near the line earlier. But two of you hadn't listened. They ended up just like Yool. Pounding their heads against each other till death.

You now walked limply to the snack bar. Ice, you needed ice for your throbbing head. Junhee had left with a group to see how far the line went. All there was left to do for you was wait. It made you itch all over.

The snack bar was open this time and it wasn't empty. You flinched slightly when you saw who was inside.

"What do you want?" Seungbin asked. His tone wasn't rude exactly. Kyungjun turned around to look at you. His left eyebrow rose slightly. You addressed him instead of his friend. "I need some ice for my head."

"What's wrong with your head?" He asked. His head cocked to the side as he studied you with a blank expression.

"It hurts." you replied simply. He nodded then waved you in. You barely looked at them as you made your way to the freezer. You took out a cup of ice cubes, closed the door and headed out. You could feel their eyes on you though. It unsettled you. But you kept your head high.

Right by the door, Kyungjun called your name. You turned around slowly.

"What?"

But he never answered. The alarm was back. Making you nearly drop the cup in your hands.

¨KIM DONG-HYUN HAS DIED. KIM DONG-HYUN WAS A CITIZEN¨

Your eyes widened.

"How is that even possible?" Spoke to no one in particular. But Kyung Jun caught your eyes. His just as wide as yours. You turned around and ran to the lobby.

The others had gathered there as well. You looked around for some sort of explanation but of course none of us here knew what was happening.

When they return, dirt stained, tired, and solemn, they told you. Donghyun slipped and fell outside the border. They didn´t tell you how exactly it happened. And none of you asked. What's more, you were all trapped. The border led into the woods, up a mountain. And then? Nothing. No people, no help. No nothing.

It was starting to sink in. Someone was going to die again tonight.

You looked at Yoonseo, Jeonwon, and Nahee. What are we going to do? Your eyes pleaded.

Could you even trust them? The thought crept up on you like an ice bath. You pulled out your phone and tried to click a name.

YOU CAN USE YOUR POWER AGAIN AFTER 48 HOURS

You cursed inwardly. Isn't the police supposed to be allowed to use their power every day? Why hadn't you chosen better yesterday? You felt a sense of guilt.

Tomorrow, you conclude with somewhat hope. You'd ask tomorrow. But who? And if they are the mafia, how do you convince the others?

At nighttime Junhee and Yoonseo came to find you and Nahee along with a group of students.

"Hey," he said upon entering. "We've decided not to vote. If we don't vote no one dies."

"Are you certain?" The idea sounded reasonable. But would whoever made the game allow it?

"No," he admitted. "But we have to try something."

"Yes, that's right I suppose. Did you tell everyone?" Nahee asked.

"No, we were actually hoping you could help us with that." Junhee said.

You hopped off the chair you'd been sitting on. "Sure thing." you said, itchy to do something. Anything.

You and Nahee found Somi and a group of students in one of the rooms. Yool's friends are in there too. You paused at the door. They were screaming at each other. You shared a look with Nahee.

"You told everyone to vote for him!" Somi hissed at someone.

"What? I saw you push him! Up on the mountain. He didn't slip at all!" The girl responded. Eunha. Your eyes widened at that.

You opened the door. Everyone looked at you.

"Junhee wants you to know that we're not voting on anyone." you said steadily. Your eyes scanned the room. 6 people.

"We already know!" Somi exclaimed, annoyed.

"Good." is all you said before slamming the door shut.

You met Junhee and Yoonseo in the hall again.

"We need to find Kyung Jun. And I can't find Dabeom either."

"He's in the snack bar." Mingi said. You looked at him. Really looked at him. Dark circles rimmed his eyes.

At the snack bar you found Kyung Jun, his two minions, and Dabeom. Seungbin was sitting on Dabeom´s back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Junhee asked.

Yoonseo and Jeongwon got Dabeom away from the bullies.

"Three against one? You guys are pathetic. " Mingi said, disgusted.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kyung Jun said to Dabeom, grabbing his shirt. He had suddenly gotten up.

"Hey, hey, hey. Enough. We need to discuss something. " Junhee tried to calm the situation.

"Why should I listen to you?" Kyungjun responded. Mingi pushed him with his hand, hard. Then turned to leave.

"Hey, you motherfucker!" Kyungjun took a box from one of the racks and hurled it at Dabeom's back. "Why should I listen to you, you son of a bitch? Come back here!"

Mingi turned around slowly. "Fucking bastards." He said, before pouncing on them. You ducked out of the way.

After a few minutes Mingi had kyungjun pinned on the floor." Fucking let go! Let go you son of a bitch!" Kyungjun screamed. "Will you listen?" Mingi asked. "Will you do as we say? Huh?"

Kyung Jun finally relented after what felt like an hour, "Fine, you motherfucker!"

Mingi let go slowly and got up.

But Kyung wasn´t done. He picked up a pair of scissors. You moved. You' were suddenly in front of him. Pushing him back. "Stop! Just stop! Get yourself together."

He stopped and looked at you.

"Please just think for a minute. Think about how this makes you look. What do you think the others are going to do if they see this?" Your eyes were pleading with him at this point. He kept staring at you.

"Why are you wasting your breath?" Jeongwon asked from behind you. "They'll all vote for him soon anyway. How about it?" She held up her phone.

"You fucking bitch." He hissed at her. He tried to step toward her, but you grabbed his arm. He halted. He looked at you again. Gaze so intense that you wanted to look away. But you didn´t. You swallowed.

"I won't tell anyone. We won't. But you have to stop. Drop the scissors. Please?" Your breathing was shallow and sweat started to dampen your forehead. He was still staring at you, with that same unreadability. Then he pulled back and threw his hands up. "Alright. Fine." He turned around at sat down on the chair near the window. Hands elbows resting on his knees, he looked up at all of you. "What are you still doing here?"

You still stared at him. His gaze had dropped. You let out a small, shaky breath. He looked up again. His eyes pierced into you with an expression you thought was hate, but later concluded was shame. ¨What are you looking at? ¨ He gritted through his bloody teeth.

Nahee pulled on your arm. "Let's go."

"Leave the snack bar unlocked. It's for everyone to use." Mingi said before walking towards the door.

You slowly turned around, feeling shaky.

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I am sincerely sorry for the long wait.

Please stay tuned for part 3

@queenjang21

#go kyungjun x reader #kyungjunxreader #kyungjun #night has come #Kyungjun ff #night has come ff

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jinxedmuse · 1 year ago

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MASTERLIST

CONTENT GUIDE

ULTS + BIASES

works for: RIIZE (라이즈)

Osaki Shotaro (大崎将太郎)

— none so far

Song Eunseok (송은석)

— none so far

Jung Sungchan (정성찬)

— none so far

Park Wonbin (박원빈)

— none so far

Hong Seunghan (홍승한)

— none so far

Lee Sohee (이소희)

— best friend: your best friend sohee offers a "no strings attached" relief from the stress of your relationship but finds himself falling in too deep. 𖤐 | ❀ | ☾ (?)

Lee Chanyoung (이찬영)

— none so far

ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: bangtan sonyeondan 방탄소년단

Kim Seok-Jin

— none so far

Min Yoon-Gi

— none so far

Jung Ho-Seok

— none so far

Kim Nam-Joon

— none so far

Park Ji-Min

— none so far

Kim Tae-Hyung

— none so far

Jeon Jeong-Guk

— none so far

ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

works for: seventeen 세븐틴

Choi Seung Cheol

— none so far

Yoon Jeong Han

— purple rose: you find out that your cranky boss at your bartending job turns out to be quite the mischievous co-host of an exclusive bdsm club. not wanting to back down, you try to ignore this new found info when at work. but once blurred lines are already crossed, can they really be forgotten? ☾ | 𖤐 | ❀

Joshua Hong

— let it happen: reader and joshua are in a confusing relationship. a constant tug of war over who can get each other more in love, and more heart broken. (based on gracie abrams “mess it up”) ☾ | ✮ | ❀

Wen Junhui (文俊辉)

— none so far

Kwon Soon Young

— none so far

Jeon Won Woo

— none so far

Lee Ji Hoon

— none so far

Lee Seok Min

— none so far

Kim Min Gyu

— none so far

Xu Ming Hao (徐明浩)

— none so far

Boo Seung Kwan

— new romantics: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love. part 1 | ❀ | ✮

Hansol Vernon Chwe

— just wanna ease ya mind: based on jhene aiko’s “bed peace” ft childish gambino. (in other words, high sex with bf!vernon) ❀ | 𖤐

Lee Chan

— none so far

ot13 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

— if they had a black cat personality type s/o that showed affection (not so) subtly ღ | ⟡

— secret dating idol!svt — 95z line, & if you guys would get caught ⟡ | ღ

works for: t x t 투모로우바이투게더

Choi Soo Bin

— none so far

Choi Yeon Jun

— none so far

Choi Beom Gyu

— none so far

Kang Tae Hyun

— none so far

Kai Kamal Huening 정하원 休宁凯

— none so far

ot5 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl

#jinxedmuse #svt writers #riize writers

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xopedri · 22 days ago

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xopedri’s masterlist!

⭐️ - fluff ⛈️ - angst ❣️- headcanons

❣️ bf!pedri headcanons

❣️ bf!hector headcanons

❣️ bf!marc casado headcanons

⭐️ shady lane! pau cubarsí x reader

⭐️ pillow talk. kim hyun-jun (lee byung-hun) x reader

#janelle’s work!#masterlist!#under construction #joão félix x reader #pedri x reader #hector fort x reader #marc casado x reader #pau cubarsí x reader #lee byung hun x reader

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heavens-moonlight · 4 months ago

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𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 | 𝟬𝟲 : 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦

𝟬𝟱: 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦 𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 | 𝟬𝟳 : 𝗔𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛

Authors Note: Here's another update and all I can say is the next 2-3 will be the best yet! As always, I'd love to hear what you think and I hope to be back soon! ♡

The night breeze is welcoming as you sit on the rooftop’s edge with your legs dangling over the precipice, a gust of wind bringing with it the evening’s chill, ruffling your hair. From your vantage point, it was as if you were perched on the brink of reality itself, and this long-drawn-out daydream, an invisible cage imprisoning you in the recesses of your nightmares.

Below you, the city sprawls out, an illusion of lights flickering like stars scattered across a vast, dark expanse. You can still hear echoes of the distant hum of sounds found only during dusk, a low constant murmur like your heartbeat.

Despite the precarious position, no more dangerous than your reality, up here high on this ledge, you were encased in a strange, almost serene silence. It brings you comfort to be alone, the only one who you can truly trust without a sliver of doubt being yourself.

You stare out at the landscape that stretches in front of you, but your mind follows a different path, your eyes far from focused on the backdrop. Instead, you were consumed by the labyrinth of the game that had ensnared you. What had started as a harmless and intriguing puzzle—something to pass the time—had now morphed into a disorienting maze with no exit, a twisted riddle that seemed to play with your sanity the longer you were trapped within.

Your life before, the world you were a part of like a mirror image of what you saw below, seemed so distant, so insignificant, compared to the complex, shifting panorama of the game.

“Why am I—Why are we all here?” you mutter to yourself, voice barely audible over the wind. “Why can’t we leave as we wish?”

You don’t notice the door swinging open, your eyes closed and titled upward toward the blackened firmament.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

When you open your eyes again, Hyun-Ho is already settling down next to you, the small outcrop much too uncomfortable for someone of his stature, but he cares more than enough to join.

“How’d you know where I’d be?”

He flicks you on the side of your head playfully and lightly. “Who do you think I am? Of course, I know where you go when you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

Hyun-Ho shoves his shoulder against yours softly. “Even when we were little you would always find the highest point or place you could and escaped away there. It used to be our treehouse.” He points around, gesturing at the empty terrace. “Now you’ve upgraded to a roof. What’s next?”

“The sky.” You gaze back up, stars twinkling in the reflection of your eyes.

“Don’t say that.” Hyun-Ho frowns.

The possibility of the game’s ending couldn’t be ignored.

“None of this is fair,” you say, voice nearly cracking. “Why do we have to be put through this?”

Hyun-Ho exhales heavily, the weight of everything resting in that single breath. “Because people are evil and they do evil things—even worse if they know full well the consequences and still pursue it.”

“I can’t figure out the purpose of this at all. What’s the reasoning behind innocent lives having to be sacrificed? Is it truly a game of revenge or is it just a ruse to justify killing?” you emphasize, the word bitter as it leaves your mouth.

“I don’t know either,” Hyun-Ho trails off, thinking. “Maybe we all did something wrong—something we’re unaware of and it can’t be forgiven in any other way except this.”

“Then, is this heaven’s punishment for us?”

With the celestial presences overhead, it all feels wrong. How can something so pure, so beautiful, be used to inflict such suffering—to be involved in something so inherently cruel?

No matter how hard you try, you can’t figure out the dissonance, the fatal coexistence of good and evil.

“What are you afraid of?” Hyun-Ho questions hardly above a whisper, turning toward you slightly.

“It’s scary…to think that we’ve become evil people.” You look over at him, eyes finding his in the dark, speech shaky. “I’m afraid of what we’ll all become after this is over.”

“But we’re not evil people,” Hyun-Ho pats your knee comfortingly but your chest still aches, your lungs struggling to expand against the vivid streams of blood you’ve all stridden through to get here, wading in fallen tears of the innocent.

You shake your head. “Some of us already are, Hyun-Ho—those who have taken lives and those who allowed it to happen; we’re one and the same. It’s either kill or be killed. Our survival is at the expense of everyone else’s demise.”

“No, we’re not evil people.” Reiterating, he sits closer to you, presence comforting. “We’re merely people surrounded by evil and we have no choice, the only way out being to go through it.”

“You have so much faith in us when I feel like giving up.” You lean your head on his shoulder sadly. “How?”

“Because there’s still people like you around me.” He leans his head on top of yours, assuring you like an older sibling would. “Just the fact that you’re troubled and want to set the moral compass straight makes you a good person. How many others would worry about such a thing over their own survival?”

“When did you get so wise?” Hyun-Ho’s soft chuckle rings out, reverberating in your ears. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Tell that to yourself, Seol-Hwa. We promised we’d be in this together until the end. Whatever happens, it doesn’t matter as long as we don’t lose ourselves or each other.”

“You say I’m a good person and yet…I still can’t bring myself to vote for Kyung-Jun over Woo-Ram.”

Hyun-Ho doesn’t look surprised or mad, almost as if he was expecting it. “I know you must’ve found something out or it’s your crazy intuition but you never do things rashly without reason so whatever you decide, I support you in spirit. I voted too quickly due to peer pressure but if there’s one thing this game has taught us, it’s the ones you least expect that end up betraying you the most.”

“I have my suspicions, and they hurt already. I don’t want to find out the full truth,” you murmur cryptically.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Later,” you assure. “When I know for certain, you’ll be the first person I tell.”

“I’ll try my best to stick around until then.” Hyun-Ho presents his pinky to you and you mimic the motion, your fingers locking and thumb pads coming up to press together, sealing the promise.

“As long as you’re around, I’m not going anywhere either.”

You look back up at the stars in multitudes, wondering how many wishes and promises people have made upon them.

And how many were able to keep them.

The moment you step foot back into the freezer room, Yoon-Seo runs toward you and pulls you into a tight hug before letting go shortly after.

“Are you okay?”

You nod your head, smiling faintly at her. “Of course.”

“About earlier—” Jung-Won starts, hand around your wrist, but you cut her off.

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

Yoon-Seo looks between the two of you, baffled as to why there was a sudden weird distance she couldn’t bridge, not even with her presence.

“But you’ll vote for Kyung-Jun right?” Jung-Won’s fingers tighten on your forearm, her face betraying only a hint of worry.

“Jung-Won—" Yoon-Seo states sternly, about to step in between the two of you.

“Why do you want me to save Woo-Ram so desperately?” You don’t know whether you want to hear her answer or not. Rather, you didn’t think you were prepared to.

Jung-Won drops her hand nippily, crossing her arms. “Then, will you save Kyung-Jun?!” she questions incredulously, her voice taking on a tone of suppressed annoyance.

“Guys—" Yoon-Seo interrupts. “What is wrong with you both?” She sighs, running a hand through her hair. “Let’s not fight against one another, hmm?” When you and Jung-Won reluctantly nod, Yoon-Seo’s posture relaxes.

“But, what were you guys doing in here?” you ask in all seriousness, entirely curious. “It’s cold.” The frozen bodies of your classmates lay jam-packed across the floor. “And a bit scary…” You eye the white sheets eerily, slightly convinced they could spring up unnoticed.

“I found a hole in the wall,” Yoon-Seo answers nonchalantly, walking towards the far right. “There’s a passage, which means it must lead somewhere.” She sticks her head in bravely, assessing.

“Do you want to go in?” Jung-Won’s shocked expression matches your own. “Yoon-Seo, we don’t even know what could be inside.”

“We won’t, unless we find out.” Yoon-Seo steps one foot onto the ledge, hands against the wall on either side as leverage.

You rush over and pull her back down. “You’re still not feeling well from earlier,” you remind.

Yoon-Seo breathes out, debating. “Maybe not, but who else aside from me would willingly try?”

“Me. I’ll go.”

“Yah, Seol-Hwa…” Jung-Won puts her hand on your shoulder in genuine worry.

You nod at her before turning to Yoon-Seo, addressing them both. “I’ll be back quickly,” you convince, ducking down and climbing through the cavity.

“Be careful.” Jung-Won’s face fills half of the opening as she hands you your phone with the flashlight on, Yoon-Seo looking in from the other half.

“Call out to us if anything happens,” Yoon-Seo adds.

“I will,” you guarantee, slowly heading straight before you veer off to the left, following the established path.

As you cautiously walk through the secret tunnel carved into the weathered walls, a sense of anticipation and trepidation fills the air. The dim glow of your flashlight dances against the crumbling bricks, creating eerie shadows that seem to trail your every step, distorting into dark shapes that nip at your heel, urging you forward even faster.

Neglect had cast a mysterious ambiance upon this hidden passageway with its whispered echoes reverberating only for your ears to hear. One of your hands reach out, feeling against the wall, each footstep of yours echoing like a heartbeat as you venture deeper.

The air grows thicker with musky dampness, wrapping around you, suffocating. As faint beams of light pierce through cracks in the decaying wooden ceiling, dust particles rain down lazily in your field of vision, a hazy curtain.

You forge ahead courageously, fueled by curiosity and a desire to uncover the secrets long since buried in the embrace of this darkness, hoping for a light at the end of the tunnel.

If no one was coming to save you, you would save yourself.

As the thought manifests determination into your mind, you come upon a dead end, face to face with a blank wall.

Taking one step forward, you immediately plummet straight down, your side slamming against hard ground with your shoulder taking a bruising bump as you land unevenly.

“Seol-Hwa?!” comes a mix of Jung-Won’s and Yoon-Seo’s voices, but you can’t quite form an answer as you unsteadily get back on your feet.

The room around you spins as your eyes catch sight of the vast display of CCTV’s lining an entire wall, recording every single square inch of the building.

No matter how outdated, you didn’t mind. As long as there’s proof of the heinous crimes carried out, there’d be no more room for argument and you could all be one step closer to ending this game once and for all.

In a rush of adrenaline, you hurriedly run to open the room’s door, wanting to find your way back to the freezer where your friends were anxiously waiting for your return.

As you navigate through each floor with no sense of direction or time, the disorienting blue lights cast a hypnotic glow down the length of the hallway in front of you, the distance narrowing the farther it stretches.

For looking so much like the layout of the retreat’s building, you knew it was not real.

An overwhelming sense of desolation permeates the atmosphere as with every turn you take down the corridor, a familiar sight awaits: a duplicate floor layout mirroring your past steps, plunging you deeper into confusion and despair.

Time seems to twist and stretch mockingly, the incessant looping cornering you into your wit’s end.

You know that any frantic cries for help would only bounce back in return as nothing more than empty echoes, taunting reminders of your predicament. Imprisoned within an eternal loop, you forego running with wild abandon and stop to think.

Beside you is the only room whose door remains closed. You reach out tentatively, praying that it will open.

The doorknob twists easily in your hand and you enter through to the other side, registering it as an exact replica of the staff lounge, phones ringing immediately as you step foot inside.

Urgently, you answer the phone only to hear the sound of a busy line coming through. You slam the phone back down onto the table, once again fooled by an illusion of the reality you have already lived.

Glancing around the room, your eyes fall upon a strange, ornately decorated box, seemingly much too large for the shelf it’s on and certainly much too out of place. The lid flips open smoothly, a blue beam of light illuminating the inside, coloring your face as you reach in.

You pull out a yearbook from the container, using the minimal source of light to view the contents. Class pictures dating back however long from the Muryeong Retreat Center stare back at you, all past schools that have come and gone, their memories locked in these snapshots frozen in time.

Flipping to the most recent one shows another class, decked out in the same uniforms of your school, every single face scratched out ostensibly with hatred. You pull back with a start as you realize only one face remains intact although the individual’s eyes are completely downturned and soulless.

Why does she look so familiar?

Pulling yourself together, you place the photo neatly back into the confines of your skirt pocket, resolute in finding the way back.

You make use of your keen intuition, meticulously tapping on various sections of all four walls, searching for any discrepancies or hollow sounds that may indicate a secret entranceway.

Each resounding knock resounds through the chamber, anticipation building with every measured tap that vibrates through your fingertips into the palm of your hand.

As you finally discover a subtle change in acoustics upon knocking at a particular juncture, you swiftly peel back the wallpaper, once again coming face to face with a hollowed-out wall just like the one in the freezer.

Perhaps you had grown expectant of seeing shadows dance in the dark, or perhaps your eyes were still playing tricks on you, not yet accustomed to the shift in realities, but the outlines of your awaiting friends was not the only one you saw.

In your peripheral vision, a hand reaches out, fingers moving as though beckoning you back into the depth of darkness.

“Thank goodness, you were able to make it back.” Yoon-Seo dusts you off, the three of you having made your way to the classroom. “I was worried about you.”

Jung-Won breathes out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you’re okay.” She looks at your pale face and does a double take. “You…are okay, right?”

You nod your head. “Yeah, I am now.” The two look at you in equal parts curious and equal parts concerned at the implication that you weren’t fine originally. “I happened to fall down to the basement but as my luck would have it, I found a room with cameras. Somehow, someway, I was stuck in a repeating cycle of time and space, alternating between floors—the lowest and the highest. I barely escaped, and here I am,” you recap in a jumble of words, still trying to catch your breath, one hand holding your hurt shoulder.

Jung-Won scratches her head in bewilderment. “You said you fell all the way to the bottom of this building, but then suddenly were up a few floors? How does that happen?”

“I don’t know…” you trail off quietly, in disbelief yourself, but then remember the picture in your pocket. “I swear I’m telling the truth.” The photo rustles in your pocket as you reveal it, turning it towards your friends who hover over it. “This is what I found.”

Jung-Won studies it closely, inspecting every single face. “Are they from our school? The uniform is the same.”

Yoon-Seo pulls it closer toward her. “They look to be seniors...”

“Here,” you point at the faces, finger trailing each row. “Their features all distorted like in old tapes, eyes and mouths crossed out.”

“That’s…unsettling.” Jung-Won shudders, pushing the picture into Yoon-Seo’s awaiting hands entirely, having had enough of looking at it.

Yoon-Seo fixates on the girl like you had earlier. “I think she’s the ghost I saw.”

“What?!” you and Jung-Won say simultaneously.

“Earlier when I couldn’t breathe…” Yoon-Seo recounts. “…it’s because a figure crawled out toward me, black hair covering their entire face.”

“The pool…” you recall. “Someone grabbed my ankle in the pool.”

“Me too,” Yoon-Seo gasps, and Jung-Won stares at the two of you like you’re both out of your mind.

“What are you two—"

Before she can get another word out, Na-Hee hobbles into the room, looking frazzled. “Is Woo-Ram here?”

“No, why?” You turn to look at her as she walks farther into the room and settles herself into an empty chair.

“He said he’d wait in his room until voting closes but suddenly disappeared.”

“Where to?” Jung-Won inquiries.

“Beats me.” Na-Hee fiddles with her fingers. “That’s why I was wondering if any of you had seen him.” At three matching shakes, Na-Hee hangs her head. “Jun-Hee and So-Mi are looking for him all over with no success.”

“It’s highly unlikely he’s missing,” Yoon-Seo states calmly. “Maybe he’s just off wanting to be alone for a bit.”

The three of you fill Na-Hee in on what you just discovered, discussions and theories flowing out from every direction until you’re interrupted by a buzzing overhead, signaling the intercom coming to life.

“I’m Park Woo-Ram…”

Yoon-Seo and Na-Hee freeze, listening intently as Jung-Won whips her head toward the sudden address.

“What is this?” Jung-Won voices in incredulity.

Something is off about Woo-Ram’s voice, raspy and exhausted to your ears. “Why does he sound like that?”

“I’m the Mafia. I killed Lee Ju-Young.”

You can’t believe what you were hearing.

Why would he suddenly and willingly admit to his faults when he had begged everyone of his innocence earlier?

With Ji-Soo and Yu-Jun still yet to cast their votes, you knew Woo-Ram didn’t stand a chance.

Not after this.

You slide your phone from your skirt pocket and hold it tightly in your lap, fingers shaking around the device as you open the game’s app, Woo-Ram’s voice filtering monotonously in the background.

“I had no intentions at first until I grew more upset the longer I thought about how she humiliated me—how she belittled me—and all I wanted was vengeance.”

A guilty conscience needs no accuser.

Close your eyes, you hit the vote button, casting with finality.

With Woo-Ram’s takeover of the intercom, your vote goes unannounced.

No matter how silent the verdict, it was permanent.

“Did we vote wrong?” Na-Hee mumbles, her face revealing just how anxious and scared she was at the unprompted revelation.

Yoon-Seo springs up abruptly. “The studio!”

“Yoon-Seo!” You give chase after her as she runs like mad to the second floor, not looking behind to see if anyone would follow.

You stop short as you see Jun-Hee switching between throwing his whole body against the door and trying to kick the handle off, shouting angrily. “YAH! Open the door!” With how much force he’s applying, the sound loudly reverberates all down the length of the empty corridor. “Woo-Ram! Park Woo-Ram!” Every shout of his is punctuated by harsher and harsher pounds against the door, his fist slamming against the stubborn wood.

“Help...” comes Woo-Ram’s weak voice. “I’m in here. The guys kidnapped—"

Whatever screams he planned on letting out are abruptly muffled, and you become more restless by the second, hoping that you hadn’t made the wrong choice.

Out of nowhere, Yoon-Seo comes back, bearing an ax in hand.

“Out of the way.” She corals both you and So-Mi to the side as Jun-Hee grabs hold of the sharp weapon.

“Stay back,” he warns, raising the blade high over his head before bringing it down to hack at the doorknob. In one fell swoop, the door serving as barricade is dismantled.

Jun-Hee kicks the door nearly off its hinges, revealing Kyung-Jun and his gang, all flabbergasted at having been caught in their act.

Kyung-Jun throws his bottle against the ground, the water spilling and diluting the blood stains on the floor as it splatters all over, color fading the further it drags from Woo-Ram’s slumped-over form.

“Dammit, Kim Jun-Hee. You ruin everything.”

Your eyes widen at the horrible state Woo-Ram is in, all bloody and injured. One eye is swollen shut, bruised and swelling beyond recongition. Blood is running down his leg, dripping in incessant drops onto the floor like his own tears of blood.

“You bastards!” Jun-Hee screeches, swinging the ax he’s still brandishing.

“Are you sure we are? Kyung-Jun presses, even as his goons cower away in the corner, eyeing the light glinting off the ax’s blade. “Didn’t you catch a word of what Woo-Ram said?”

“Son of a bitch!” Jun-Hee spits out, advancing on Kyung-Jun, eyes set, hard and cold.

You jump in between the two and grab a hold of Jun-Hee’s arms. “Don’t!” you beg. “I won’t let you stoop to his level!”

His hands shake violently in yours, fists tightening around the handle of the ax by his side. “I need to kill him!” he says, looking crazed. “Only when he's gone will this be over!”

“What will that make you, then?!” You step closer to Jun-Hee, close enough that he has no choice but to look down at you and into your pleading eyes. “You’re better than this!”

He finally drops the ax down by your feet, raising his head in defeat, jaw shaking with suppressed anger. With one last glare at Kyung-Jun, he goes over wordlessly and helps Yoon-Seo, Jung-Won, and So-Mi as they attempt to untie Woo-Ram who appears more dead than alive.

Your gaze narrows in on the pen sticking out from the middle of his thigh, fresh blood still spurting from the wound. The location—the precise location—of targeting the femoral artery, one of the most dangerous anatomical landmarks to attack could only mean one thing.

Kyung-Jun wanted him to die.

You turn around and round on Kyung-Jun in anger at the possibility of having been swayed by his lies.

The vote you so carefully considered was too late to rescind.

As your frustration boils over, it instinctively turns into physical action, your clenched fists pounding against his chest repeatedly. “Why did you do it?!” Kyung-Jun just watches you intently, letting you hit him without putting up a fight, signaling for Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha to leave it be. “Did you want to be right so bad that you had to take Woo-Ram hostage and coerce him into lying by threatening him to the brink of death?!” Whether your outburst even has the slightest capacity to change anything didn’t matter to you, serving its only purpose of being an outlet for your pent-up resentment at the gravity of the situation. Each strike is more forceful than the last, in defiance and resistance toward the injustices and mistreatment that came naturally like breathing to Kyung-Jun. You look up at him, eyes burning. “Just once…could you not cause trouble?”

He grabs your forearms and pins you against the nearest wall, holding you still, pressed between him and the wall. "I could, but then I wouldn't be me, and that would be tragic."

You try to yank your arms away but he steps closer, leaning his face close to yours and gripping your fists still against his chest even as you writhe in his hold, pure rage and bitterness emanating off you. “Why can you never be a good person?”

“And yet,” he drawls, lips quirking. “You believed me.”

“I know now that I shouldn’t have. I regret it,” you say irately through clenched teeth.

The smirk falls from his face and he leans in even closer, fixing you with such an intense gaze, a tangle of various emotions in his eyes you can’t begin to unravel even if you tried. "Why do you have to complicate things?" His dark eyes bore into your own, staring you down. “You always make me weak and I hate it.”

“I trusted you,” you utter quietly, and his eyes shift imperceptibly, the corners now downturned. “How foolish of me…” With how close Kyung-Jun was standing, you can see his Adam’s apple bobbing, like he’s holding back from saying something he knows he shouldn’t. “If my trust makes you weak…” you pause, “…then consider this the first and last time that I will ever be on your side.” You turn your head to the left, away from his dark eyes, even duskier in the low-lit room, ending the conversation.

You feel his heart pound erratically beneath your right fist where it’s laid over the left side of his chest, his hand still wound around yours.

Jun-Hee finally sees your predicament as the rest supports a hobbling Woo-Ram out of the room and runs over to wrench Kyung-Jun away from you.

He doesn’t put up a fight at all, staggering back without saying a word. Although you avert your eyes, you can still feel his on you.

Jun-Hee shields you behind his back protectively. “Cut it out,” he tells Kyung-Jun. “You’re a horrible excuse of a person.”

“Come to your senses, idiot,” Kyung-Jun ridicules, pointing at the clock striking midnight before he gestures to the hallway outside where everyone’s gathered.

You follow Jun-Hee out into the hall where Ji-Soo and Yu-Jun have just arrived hand-in-hand, Mi-Na in tow, the couple’s votes being announced.

[ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪ-sᴏᴏ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴏᴏ-ʀᴀᴍ. ]

[ ᴄʜᴀ ʏᴜ-ᴊᴜɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴏᴏ-ʀᴀᴍ. ]

Woo-Ram slumps to the floor on his knees, crying and punching linoleum to no avail. “I should’ve killed Kyung-Jun when I had the chance,” he laments. “Why die alone?”

He quickly stumbles back into the room and picks up the ax left on the ground earlier before dashing back out, his good eye widening. With nothing left to lose, Woo-Ram smiles widely, baring his teeth as he stares straight at Kyung-Jun. “You’re leaving with me tonight.”

Kyung-Jun tries to evade as Woo-Ram swings the ax wildly with abandon. “Are you fucking crazy?!”

No one dares to step in, the sharp and deadly weapon too fatal to stop.

Dead set on taking Kyung-Jun’s life, Woo-Ram is too far gone to care if anyone else were to become collateral damage, recklessly chopping at anything impeding him.

“I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do. You deserve a painful death.” Woo-Ram chases Kyung-Jun to the end of the hall, the latter ducking to avoid a hit on target but slams into the wall in his haste, tripping on his own feet and slides down, pressed against the wall in fear, an expression you’ve never seen on his face until this moment.

Just as Woo-Ram raises the ax above his head ready to slice into Kyung-Jun who is caught off guard frozen in fear, he freezes, jerking backward on his feet.

[ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ. ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴏᴏ-ʀᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴠᴏᴛᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇᴅ. ]

You can only watch in horror, falling to your knees on the floor as Woo-Ram turns the blade around and lets it fall against the top of his head, splicing his own skull in half. Blood sprays in arcs, splattering on your face and Kyung-Jun’s, the two closest in position to Woo-Ram.

Your eyes cease to blink as Woo-Ram’s lifeless body drops with a thud face-first right in front of you, the ax still deeply embedded into his skullcap, his brain becoming more visible by the second as the blade drops and continues to cut.

[ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴏᴏ-ʀᴀᴍ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ. ]

“See?” Kyung-Jun looks around at everyone, even as he’s taking in ragged gulps of air. “Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t lying?” The last sentence is directed entirely at you, his eyes fixed on yours, a single tear escaping from the corner of his left eye, betraying the smirk he has plastered on his face. Even then, his crooked grin is faltering, lips trembling.

You stare helplessly at the floor, not knowing whether to be relieved for having chosen correctly or hate that you readily sent a classmate to their death.

The conversation with Hyun-Ho earlier on in the night echoes in your mind.

No, we’re not evil people…We’re merely people surrounded by evil and we have no choice, the only way out being to go through it.

Your heart sinks as you realize he was sorely mistaken.

To survive by the deaths of others is not salvation.

The body lives.

But the heart decays.

If you all make it through to the other side, it doesn’t mean you were able to escape from evil.

No.

It means you all have already come face to face with the Devil himself and begged to be allowed past.

And he only ever shakes hands with those whose souls are tarnished, their innocence tainted.

We’ve become evil people.

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In You, I Found Myself: Part1

✿Pairing- Kim Namjoon X Reader

✿Genre- e2l, angst, fluff, smut

✿Au- arranged marriage, CEO , e2l , bed sharing

✿Rating- 18 +

✿Word Count- 17.4k

✿Warning- Low Self Esteem, Depressive Thoughts, Suicide Attempt (please read at your own risk, Do not read if this triggers you in any way), Familial Conflict, cursing, manipulation.

✿Summary- Being a pushover was hard, and as much as you despised being it, Life never seemed to favor you. From deceased parents to relatives who put you on the line for their own benefit, Going as far as arranging your marriage with the hotshot Kim Namjoon, Who abhors your presence and the knot that binds you to him.

But everything changes when the man that hates you, Becomes your biggest supporter And brings in with him a family that you always longed for. Maybe it's right to believe that with him, You've finally found yourself.

A/N - Jay @jayhopely My bestie thank you for helping me with the banner and also for beta-ing this huge fic for me, I am amazed by your capabilities to finish it in just two days. But again ive known youre super talented:) You've been teaching me so many new things. Thank you for being a solid rock then and now not only for my fics but for me as well, I LEGIT DONT KNOW WHAT IM GOING TO DO WITHOUT YOU:(

Thank you and ily<3

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There are two types of people in the world: Those who do what they're supposed to do, living their lives under the control of others, following a monochrome routine until death parts them from their misery; and the other type who do everything in just one lifetime, the thrill of life being their very elixir.

You belonged to the first category. You lost your parents at the age of five, and from then on, you grew up with your aunt and uncle and their two kids. Min Hyun Woo and Min Su-Bin made sure you were always reminded of the fact that you weren't their kid. It wasn't as if they treated you badly, or deprived you of your childhood, but it was five notches down compared to how their children Joo-Won and Seo-Yeon were treated.

They say that children learn from their parents. You weren't sure what else they picked up from their parents but they definitely did pick up the habit of treating you lesser than them. Say you broke a vase, you would find your aunt screaming her lungs out, reminding and ingraining it clear in your brain from where it was imported, how expensive it was and how irresponsible you were to break it and how you definitely did not value money. But if the situation was to be reversed, Su-Bin would make sure her child was okay. If he/she didn't get hurt by the glass or crockery, she went as far as pacifying them with a, “It was just a vase, we will get a new one.” Such was the difference.

Honestly, you never minded these things. There was one thing that your Aunt and Uncle often forgot: the fact that the very mansion they lived in was yours. They moved in immediately after your parent's death and the mansion that was your home, built with the love and care of your parents, was soon replaced with their greed and indifference.

Coming to your parents, they were literal geniuses. Min Ye-Jun and Min Yun-Seo were examples of how a couple should be. They met in college, fell in love, and by the time they passed, they already had the foolproof plan of their company with them. Since both of them were acknowledged scholars, their grants combined brought their brainchild ‘Digitron Systems' to life. And just within a tenure of five years, Digitron Systems became the biggest company in its field and your parents royally entered the billionaires league with new ideas in their mind, and you in your mother's tummy.

But all good things come to an end, and so did the story of Min Ye-Jun and Min Yun-Seo in a car accident. You were left in the care of your father's younger brother and wife and as for Digitron Systems, Min Hyun Woo became the interim CEO. It wasn't that they didn't work hard, they did. But compared to the heights that the company had been scaling when your parents were the CEOs, these were baby steps. Fortunately, Digitron Systems was a major brand by then, so the name was enough to keep the company running fully functional through all these years.

Why didn't Min Min-Hyun didn't become the CEO and remain the interim CEO was a mystery to you all these years, but you dared never ask. From age five to twenty-five, you grew up and became the exact opposite of what your mother was— weak, afraid to speak up, and happy to live under the rock. You completed your master's from Seoul University in Computational Science and Technology. Fortunately for you, your Uncle and Aunt let you complete your education in peace under the fear of what the elite society would say, rather how would they explain your lack of education to society.

You had a fair idea of what happened behind your back and how unwanted you were in your own house but you chose to ignore it. After all the years and the absence of love, care, and dignity, Min Y/N turned out to be a failure. That's what you thought. You were never validated, all you ever thought of yourself was a burden.

But there was one area that you were quite useful— to sign. Your parents had made plans for an unseen future too. So the moment you turned eighteen it was a provision in their will for you to hold and exercise the power of the signee in major decisions of the company. That's all you did. Sign. Whatever your Uncle and brother asked you to sign, you did. You never mustered the courage to ask questions and fight back, forget about fighting for what was rightfully yours.

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The Min Household bustled with some extra energy today, everyone was running around with an extra bounce in their steps. Your Aunt, especially, looked extra cheerful today as she ordered the staff around. The preparations were in full swing and you looked around in confusion as the day seemed a little brighter in the household instead of the usual cold, dead atmosphere. That's what you liked to call it.

“Ahh, Y/n have a seat.” Your Uncle who was seated at the head of the table called you, and you reluctantly made your way to the chair assigned to you. He put his chopsticks down and soon enough, the remaining three joined the table.

“Y/n, I want you to meet someone today. He is the son of my very dear friend Kim Jun-Seon.“ You looked at him in confusion. The term ‘meet someone’ was already ringing warning bells in your head— were you about to be married off to someone you didn't even know?

“Samchon I–”

“Y/n, are you questioning your Samchon? Has he ever thought of anything besides your well-being? Did we raise you to question us like this?” Your Aunt faked annoyance by her overdramatic and very old move— gasping with her hand on her chest.

“I did not question—” You tried to reason but like every other time, you were cut off.

“That's what I thought.” Your Aunt smiled at you, gesturing to her husband to continue.

“So, Namjoon is a well-known businessman and I think you would make a perfect wife for him.” Your Uncle smiled at your shocked state and you nervously sipped on your glass of water while your cousins giggled at your predicament.

“Meet him for lunch at the Country Club at 2. Is that understood?” You immediately recognized the edge to his voice and meekly nodded your head. Great, so you were about to be married off to a stranger you had never seen once in your entire life and you didn't have a choice, but then again when did you have one?

You finished your breakfast in silence and went up to your room to find a ‘marriage meeting appropriate’ dress that your Aunt had gracefully termed it as. You huffed at your wardrobe, getting irritated at the situation. You plopped down on the bed and closed your eyes in irritation. You were dying to scream at every living being but you definitely couldn't do that.

You picked the least interesting dress that you could find in your closet and paired it with a denim jacket and threw on some white sneakers with it. You curled your hair in waves and applied a light nude lipstick to go with it. A businessman, is it?

The driver was already at the door, Waiting for you. Without a word you got into the car and sighed irritably. You pulled out your phone and googled the so-called businessman and immediately the page loads with the results.

You were taken aback by the picture of the man staring back at you through your screen. If this was the man that you were potentially going to be married off to, then you certainly were missing out on something. Kim Namjoon, the heir to Kim Inc. was certainly an enigmatic man. He looked beyond handsome and for a weak minute, you almost thought the screen didn't do justice to the man's godly appearance. Those fierce eyes, and dimpled cheeks along with the most perfect set of teeth you had ever seen.

Thoughts plagued your mind into deep confusion, so deep that you didn't even notice the car coming to a stop at the entrance of the club. Your driver politely pulled you out of your thoughts and you thanked him sheepishly.

You got down and straightened your dress and made your way to the restaurant. You checked the time and you were exactly ten minutes early for this impromptu surprise meeting. The host led you to the assigned table and you patiently waited for Mr. Namjoon to arrive.

Half an hour later, disappointment started creeping up your veins. If he did not bother showing up or at least informing you that he couldn't make it, it was very clear that he viewed you the same way your Uncle and Aunt viewed you as. A dispensable being.

You get up from your seat in utter disappointment and leave the table without a complaint and start taking defeating steps towards the door. The doorman opens the door for you with a polite smile and you smile back. At least somebody else deserves to have a good day.

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Namjoon ran his fingers over the rim of his glass of whiskey patiently, while Yoongi and Jin bickered among themselves over some issue which wasn't even of importance in the first bit.

“Poor thing looks disappointed.” Jin sighed, turning his face towards the bar while Yoongi kept fidgeting with his phone.

“Serves her right for agreeing to marry a stranger who she hasn't even met.” Namjoon took a big gulp of his whiskey in irritation, gesturing to the bartender for a refill. He had been present, way before you had come to the country club, and from what he gathered from his father, you weren't going to complain to anyone. You would suck it up. There was no sense in wasting his precious thirty minutes on a stranger, who had it inbuilt in them to suck everything up that was thrown their way.

“A little communication would have been nice though you know?”

“A little warning would have been nice you know, if my father was going to spring up this stupid marriage on me? But did I get it? No! Then that girl doesn’t get one either.” Namjoon scoffed.

“And now you're just projecting.” Yoongi and Jin tried to reason with Namjoon but they knew well this man wouldn't be reasoned with when he was mad, and right now, Kim Namjoon was absolutely livid. He was given a five-hour notice just like Y/n to meet a potential match for marriage, and if Namjoon knew anything about his father, he was already betrothed to Y/n. His choice and his say didn't matter to the old man.

Namjoon was sick and tired of his father dominating his life over and over again. He wasn't opposing this marriage because he had someone in his life, he was solely against the idea of this marriage because this was nothing but a business transaction to his father.

His father announced at breakfast that he would be meeting a potential match for lunch today, Min Y/n. He had nothing to say about the girl except for the fact that she was a pushover, and the only added advantage that she had to her side was that she was the heir to Digitron Systems. Namjoon sensed his father had very shady motives.

He knew his father was a vulture and the lengths that this man went to were scary, and his father had him right where he wanted. Despite being qualified and more than ready to be the CEO, his father had kept him hanging by the thread. He didn't want to let go of the position yet and Namjoon had been working extremely hard for it.

Namjoon was tired of his father and his games, so he had made it clear when his father asked him to marry Y/n that he would not stay at the mansion anymore.

If nothing, he would be able to breathe in his own space, and Namjoon was sure this was the only outcome that was going to come out of this useless marriage.

"Joon-ah, chill the fuck out, you don't know her side to the story. From what you've said, she doesn't seem to be in a good position either. Rather than humiliating her, I would suggest you rather go and talk to her." Namjoon looked at Yoongi in defeat, knowing he made sense.

Maybe this was his way out .

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Y/n entered the mansion with a gloomy look and a sad state of mind. Is this how her life after her marriage would be too? From what she remembered, her parents never had such a marriage, then why did she have to have it?

Namjoon didn't bother letting her know he wouldn't come, nor did he apologise for his rude behaviour and that certainly did tell a lot about a person.

"Y/n-ah come here." Her Aunt's shrill voice greeted her inside the seating area and she looked at her in shock, her Aunt was actually walking towards her with open arms.

"You're going to be the daughter-in-law of the Kims." She hugged you tightly and you choked on air.

How the hell were you supposed to be their daughter-in-law if the son of the Kim family didn't bother to show up? Isn't that the unsaid sign of someone's disinterest?

"I-"

"Oh, I know you're happy and I'm glad the meeting went well, Namjoon must have a liking towards your kind." Your eyes widened at her words, was that really what he said?

It was beyond you why Namjoon did what he did, he certainly wasn't a good person if he ditched his future wife first and then went on to lie about it.

"The wedding will take place four weeks from now, Jun-Seon and Namjoon will be here to discuss the wedding later in the evening." Your Uncle's voice boomed through the hall and you had no choice but to go along with it, as you always had. Why bother even informing you at this point?

You absentmindedly nodded your head to everything they said and ran back to your room. Once the door was shut, you immediately screamed your lungs, muffling the sounds by stuffing your face in the pillow.

This wasn't what your parents might have wanted for you, this wasn't how you wanted to live your life, the Y/N that your Uncle and Aunt had molded into the years were two different people.

The Y/n that stayed in your mind kept screaming murder whenever something unfair happened, but the Y/n that was physically present would just nod her head and move on. You would just suck it up, and that was your downfall.

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The atmosphere continued to be the same as it was in the morning, useless enthusiasm and utter chaos.

The staff running around as your Aunt yelled useless instructions, not that they didn't mean anything but it was rather her instructing one thing but changing it the next second. You didn't get the point of doing all this, all the futile attempts at doing these preparations because the groom's family was already well acquainted.

The evening rolled by, with your extreme anticipation and a single visit from your Aunt to make sure you didn't throw away their dignity in front of the dogs, inshort, dress up according to Min's standard. It was like they forgot at times that you were a Min too.

The Kim's arrived at the given time and you looked behind Uncle Kim’s back to see if the man was here or he'd ditch this too. Though secretly, you prayed for the exact thing, for him to miss this charade.

With the afternoon's incident still imprinted fresh in your mind, you scowled at the tall figure that appeared behind Uncle Kim.

You stopped breathing for a second looking at the man, dressed in an all black suit, Kim Namjoon absolutely defined all terms of beauty.

Your eyes met for a second when his father moved a little to the side to greet your Uncle and he immediately withdrew his gaze. His face was etched into a stoic expression, making his displeasure of being here at this moment evident.

Your Uncle and Aunt led them to the dinner table, while you lingered behind everyone looking for an escape, there could be a chance if you were somehow able to escape this hell hole and make a straight beeline to your room.

You notice something move from the corner of your eye but the voice of your Aunt takes your attention away from it.

"Y/n come on, join us, don't just stand there like a guest." Your eyes widen at her statement, considering you've been a guest in your own house for the past twenty years.

"I think I forgot something in the hall, let me just grab it real quick." You don't wait for a response and immediately turn around and make your way to the main hall from the dining hall.

If you could just disappear until the dinner started, then nobody would notice you and you could happily bounce back to your room, and that would be the end of this night.

But you were definitely wrong.

Strong hands grab yours by the passage and you let out a squeak at the rough grip. You see Namjoon looking down at you with a stern expression. And before you could utter a word, the next words that came out of his mouth resolved any questions you had. He had never said yes to this marriage and it was forced onto him as much as it was onto you.

"Say no to this stupid alliance, I have no intentions to get married to you. I don't need a pushover like you in my life." He growled and little beads of sweat started accumulating on your forehead, he looked like a monster waiting to be unleashed with his clenched jaw and those eyes that could possibly rip you of your life any second.

"But I-"

"I said, cancel this marriage. Did I stutter Miss Min?" He threatened and you nodded.

Never did you have the strong urge like today to throw your reality in your own home in someone's face. He must be kidding you if he thought your words held any weight here or if your Uncle and Aunt would possibly let you cancel this alliance.

"Y/n-ah, will you come in ?" Your Aunt's voice cut the thick tension between you and Namjoon. He hastily let go of your hand and ushered you inside while he followed closely behind.

You took your seat at the table while Namjoon took his seat right next to his father. The staff started serving the dishes and everyone started discussing the details of the wedding. You tuned out most parts of the conversation, keeping your eyes strictly glued to your food.

Dinner passed by just as fast as it had come and you had looked up just once when the chamomile tea was being served, only to notice Namjoon already glaring at you. You quickly averted your gaze back to your lap, immediately, the material of your dress looking more appealing than the Greek god who was soon to be your husband.

The night seemed to go on for quite a while, the men discussing everything, from the wedding to matters of business. While your cousins had already retired to their respective rooms, your Aunt's sharp cough had glued you back to the couch when you tried to follow them.

Of course, you were the bride, after all.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Y/n-ah, take care of yourself." Uncle Kim muttered, giving you the fakest plastic smile, and you bowed politely to him. How could you possibly feel nice about meeting a person when you've actually never had a word with them, was still a question to you. Maybe Uncle Kim found people who just sat there and nodded their heads nice, that was the only logical explanation that you had.

Namjoon glared at you again before he left, greeting your Uncle and Aunt along the way. You wanted to say so much to this guy— for treating you like shit, almost threatening you, but all you could manage was to look down. Again.

"We will have the planners coming in from tomorrow, so much work. I think I've already added a few extra years to my face and it's not even my daughter's wedding." Your Aunt complained as she got rid of her earrings while making her way upstairs and her words hurt you more than they should have. Twenty years was way too long to have not gotten used to such comments but it still hurt like a bitch. You shift uncomfortably and try to find the voice to say something.

"Samchon I-" Your Aunt and Uncle stop midway and look at you as you have grown a second head. God forbid you could finish one full sentence in this house.

"Any problem Y/n?"

"Samchon I wanted to-"

"-Thank us for finding you such a wealthy family and such a worthy husband?" Your Uncle completed the sentence for you and once again any hopes of completion of Namjoon’s request had gone down the drain.

Funny how you thought any of your words would be paid heed here, your Aunt and Uncle had already gone up to their room leaving you standing like a fool.

You dragged your feet up to your bedroom in defeat, mentally preparing yourself to be exposed to the wrath of Namjoon the next time he meets you. You tried. You definitely tried. He should have known better than to put trust in you. Your words were never heard in this house, forget paying heed to them.

You had to be kidding yourself if you thought your life would be any better after you would be transported to the Kim household. You were going to be what you were here, a pushover.

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"I don't want to marry her."

"What did you just say?" Namjoon’s father bellowed at his son's statement, all while Namjoon stood there, rooted in his spot, throwing angry glances at him.

"I said, I don't want to marry her." Namjoon stated firmly, not taking his eyes off the old man even once.

"I heard you the first time, brat, but I don't remember asking you." He growled and Namjoon took a step back, clenching his fists. He knew exactly where this was going and he didn't want to end up giving this man exactly what he wanted..

"Don't I get a choice in deciding who I want to spend the rest of my life with?"

"Did I give you a choice to become the sole heir of Kim Inc.? Did I give you a choice to inherit all this wealth? You will have it either way. So have Y/N either way too."

"She's not what I want, and Appa to quote what you said, ‘that girl’s a meek cat, won't save her own life by speaking up’. I don't want to marry such a girl." Namjoon tried to reason with his father, but the old man simply snickered in disgust.

"Do you even know how much Digitron Systems is worth? I'm giving you a legacy, you foolish, ungrateful brat and this is how you repay me?" Namjoon clenched his fists harder, barely compressing the urge to yell at his father but he knew where this would lead to if he did.

"You just don’t care about me! I won't marry that woman." Namjoon uttered the last words in utter desperation to which his father looked at him in disgust and made his way upstairs.

"I am not fucking marrying that woman, Appa." Namjoon yelled.

"Again! I did not ask you, Namjoon. Three weeks from now, Y/n is to become your wife and you will stand on the altar if you want to be the CEO of Kim Inc. and also the MD of Digitron Systems later or you can make your own bloody money." His father bellows and Namjoon throws the vase in front of him in frustration, shattering it into a million pieces.

"You better have called off this wedding Y/n," Namjoon mutters as he makes himself a drink.

If only he knew how wrong he was, so wrong.

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The loud blaring sound of your alarm wakes you up from your sleep the next day, disturbing the wonderful world that existed only in your sleep.

The unknown number danced in front of your crusty eyes and you decided to ignore the call. The least you could do was decide who could wreck your head this early.

You tried sleeping again but sleep had already bid goodbye after the blaring call, which you didn't bother returning back. You got up lazily and decided to get ready, while your phone kept ringing. You finished your shower in a haste, deciding to tend to this dying person who insisted on calling you every minute. But nothing could have prepared you for the hellfire that was going to be rained down on you by none other than the man who was supposed to vow to respect and protect you.

"You had one job." The voice roared at the other end, your eyes devoid of any traces of sleep that could have been left in your brain.

"I told you, didn't I? I told you to call off the wedding." Namjoon kept shouting on the other end without allowing you to speak and tears welled up in your eyes. Was this how it was always going to be, him yelling and you trying not to cry?

"I-"

"Just shut up, fucking shut up!" Namjoon bellowed again and you shut up under the fear of worsening his temper. Funny how everytime it had to be you who had to moderate the temper issues people had, be it your Uncle, Aunt or your cousins and now Namjoon. Funny how nobody ever thought it was their damn responsibility to keep themselves under check and be careful of not hurting others with their words.

"If you think you're out of your hellhole, and somehow you're gonna live here any differently, let me break that bubble, you're going to end up in a fresh one." Your eyes widened at his words, while Namjoon hung up the call right on your face.

You never expected things to change, you never expected things to be any different when you would have a different surname but hearing it out loud made a different kind of shiver run down your spine.

This had to be bad, this was bad. A harsh knock sounded on your door, throwing your thoughts out of the window. You dragged your feet to the door, only to find your very displeased Aunt waiting like a lioness ready to devour her prey.

"Why aren't you at the breakfast table already?" You looked at her like a deer caught in headlights and a confused expression on your face, why would she personally come to call you when she had an army of servants at her beck and call.

"One thing, one thing you had to do and yet you can't seem to do that right either." She huffed, waving her finger at you and you immediately put your head down. How many wrong things could you do in a day?

You walked behind your Aunt defeated, while she kept muttering about how annoying you were. It stung bad but you had already grown immune to these small stings, though the bigger insults still got to you. These snide comments had stopped breaking your heart years ago. You were annoying, your existence was unwanted, you got that. Why was it necessary to rub it in your face?

You reached just in time to the table before your Uncle got there and your cousins threw an annoying look at you which only irked you further.

It was surprising that the entire family was waiting for you, and you definitely smelled conspiracy.

Your Uncle took a seat at the head of the table and cleared his throat while you looked at all of them curiously, waiting for the hell to unleash.

"Y/n-ah your wedding preparations begin from today and all you have to do is go for the fitting of your wedding dress, rest you can leave it to us, like always." You nodded at his words and he began eating his breakfast.

"Appa, I want to wear Gucci for her wedding, and I want an Armani tux." Your cousins voiced their wishes to which your Uncle nodded, smiling all sunshine on them.

"Of course, choose what you want to wear. We will have it done." He gestured at his wife who only beamed at her children.

"My daughter is going to look the prettiest." She fawned over her daughter which kind of made you jealous. They continued to bicker over their breakfast while you continued to wonder how happy your parents would have been today when their daughter would be walking down the aisle in a matter of a few weeks.

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"Miss Min, these are the options that we have." The manager of the store showed you the array of the white dresses that were hung, each more beautiful than the other.

You ran your fingers delicately over the lace of the dresses, admiring each of their intricate designs, mentally imagining yourself in these dresses.

Funny how these little things that go into making a bride’s happy day didn't make you any happier. While the store was filled with daughters and mothers, fiances looking at their brides trying on the dresses as if they were the prettiest being in the world, you stood there alone with two stylists ready to help you with your choice.

All you could do in this moment was be thankful that you atleast had the choice to choose your own dress.

"I would like to try this please."

The assistant nodded with a polite smile, taking the dress with her to the trial room, politely requesting you to follow her.

You checked the dress out in the mirror, smiling at the look of it, it hugged your curves well once the fitting was finished, the delicate designs and frill adding to the overall beauty.

The stylist finished adding the clips to your waist to give you a brief idea of how the fitting would be done. You looked at the dress again but it didn't give you the vibe you were going for anymore. Although you had liked it at first, it didn't give that vibe off anymore .

"There are other options too, Miss Min, you can have a look at them." The stylist must have noticed the hesitance in your eyes. You nodded at her and she quickly made her way out to bring in the other dress.

You wore the second dress and instantly knew this was it. The dress came in a shade of pearl white and it had flowers all over the upper body, mixed with lace and hand woven flowers. The way it hugged your body looked surreal, the deep neck giving off a sexy yet elegant look, not that it mattered anyway.

You smiled at the overall look and the stylist immediately gave a happy smile. She excused herself, and you kept looking at yourself in the mirror, tracing the patterns on the dress.

You didn't notice the stylist entering again and while you were busy getting lost in the white heaven, you felt something on your head and immediately goosebumps littered your skin as you looked up.

She had placed a veil on your head.

"You look gorgeous, Miss Min." She beamed at you and exited the trial room.

The look was complete, everything felt surreal at this point. Assembling the entire dress, minus the bouquet, hit a realisation that you were actually being wed exactly twenty days later to be precise.

Tears streamed down your face as the situation hit you. You had never imagined even in your wildest imagination that you would somehow be okay with the kind of situation you were in right now.

What kind of bride only chooses her wedding dress in her own wedding? And more importantly, what kind of bride is okay with the fact that her husband hates her guts? There was nothing much you could do right now and there wouldn't be anything much that you could do in the future either. All you had to do was suck it up.

Only if it were that easy.

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The wedding preparations started from lazy meetings with the planners to full blown discussions between the elders about how the wedding must be a feather in the cap for both the parties.

You never saw Namjoon for any of the meetings for the wedding, he was maybe running, you thought. Although there was no need for your presence, you had no idea why your Aunt insisted that you sit with them in these meetings.

Twenty meetings later, you hadn't even uttered twenty words. It was your wedding for god's sake. But it was always like that, wasn't it? You massage your aching temples as the last touches to the ceremony were finalised and everyone dispersed for their work, which did not concern you.

All these days, eighteen days to be precise, you had no contact with Namjoon, except the one phone call he had made to rain down hell fire on you.

You knew nothing about Namjoon and you doubted he knew anything about you either. There wasn't much to know either way. Twenty-five years old, barely two friends who were now away from your hometown, no boyfriends either so far, no parents, an extremely introverted and afraid person by nature.

That was all there for Min Y/N.

A twenty-eight year old businessman, extremely short tempered, full of attitude. That was all you knew about Kim Namjoon, exactly forty-eight hours before you would be promised to each other forever.

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"What the hell is wrong with you, you fool?"

The loud banging of the files on the wooden table jerked Namjoon back to reality, his attention strayed from the files he was working on. He looked up at his father who was fuming, smoke ready to burst from his ears.

"What did I do now, Appa?" He sounded cool and composed, which most of the time irked his father too much.

"I told you ten days ago to go pick a ring with Y/n, give me one good reason why you haven't gone yet." He thundered and Namjoon closed the files in frustration.

"I forgot and for that reason, I told you ten times I don't want to marry her. But you never listen, do you Appa?"

"Kim Namjoon, you better leave this instant, pick Y/n up and go get your wedding rings. I will not have your ungrateful ass stand at the altar without your wedding ring."

Namjoon banged his fists on the table in anger, the only way he could voice his disagreement and muttered an inaudible ‘fine’ and banged the door on his way out.

Namjoon fumed at his fullest as he drove to Y/n's home. He was very comfortable with his life, focusing his entire attention on becoming the best he could, the best possible version, be it for becoming the CEO of Kim Inc.

Out of nowhere his father barrelled Y/n into his life, disrupting everything. For one, he never thought of getting married, maybe later, yes. But if he was ever to get married, he definitely wanted someone who was intelligent, well-spoken and someone who was brave enough to choose, choose for herself, choose what she wanted in her partner and with a levelled head.

Y/N was the exact opposite, his father called her a meek cat, a pushover. He definitely didn't want his wife to be called that. What kind of a life would he be looking at with such a person?

He was supposed to marry Y/n because she had Digitron Systems, but he had no greed for power, all he wanted was free reign over his own company and for it to be the best. But it turns out that the old man had different plans.

He had no idea what he was going to do, afterall, by this time tomorrow Kim Namjoon would be a married man.

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"Oh, Y/n, I was about to send someone to call you right now, look who's here?" You slipped two steps and landed on your ass as soon as you saw you your Aunt was referring to.

"Forgive her Namjoon-ah, Y/n can be clumsy at times." Your Aunt smiled sheepishly as you got up and dusted your dress. Namjoon's expression turned to disgust as he kept watching you, and your Aunt smirked, looking at your clumsiness.

You had first handedly embarrassed yourself in front of your fiance and the fact that he was here gave you all sorts of ideas of the new type of hell fire he was here to rain on you.

"Namjoon is here to take you to get the wedding rings."

Wedding rings? Wow. That had entirely skipped your mind. How come he had remembered it just a day before your wedding? How did the planners forget this detail was beyond you.

Namjoon cleared his throat and took his leave, gesturing to you to follow him. You walked with him upto his car and he immediately got in, you hesitated a bit, but got in immediately after he honked twice.

The entire drive was silent, except for a few glares he sent your way and you thanked every force in the universe for not exposing you to his wrath. You saw the way Namjoon was clutching at the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white and you couldn’t muster the courage to talk him because of the way he was going up in flames. It showed on his face— he kept clenching his jaw, the death grip on the steering wheel and most importantly, his refusal to utter a word to you. He never spoke a word.

You reached the store and Namjoon parked the car and hurriedly got down. He only waited for a moment before you got down and before you could take a step ahead, he locked the car and stormed off, leaving you rooted to the spot. The long strides that he took gave away his disinterest of even walking with you for a few steps. This had to stop, you didn't know how but this definitely had to stop.

All this hate and anger towards you had to stop, Because as a matter of fact, you never did anything. You were just informed of the decision. Then why the hell were you being punished for something you didn't choose. You made up your mind to talk to him on the way back, no matter how hard it was.

The Kims and the Mins combined were enough for the store to put together the rings for you and Namjoon in a few hours' notice apparently.

“Mr. Kim, Ms. Min, you can choose anything from this exclusive collection and we will have it delivered to you early tomorrow morning.” The sales assistant politely explained the situation and waited for your choices from the set of perfectly breathtaking solitaires that decorated the crystal box.

You felt a pair of eyes on the side of your head and you in an instant knew, You had to pick a ring, quick. The sales assistant started with the heaviest and most expensive ones, but that didn't interest you one bit. Instead your eyes fell on a simple single stone ring and that fascinated you the most. Just a small stone in the middle, that was perfect. Just the way you liked it. You had never liked anything over the top. You took the liberty to choose the ring since you chose your wedding dress.

The sales assistant gave you the most amusing smile as you pushed the ring towards her, her eyes clearly mocking you. You paid no heed to her and looked elsewhere. You already had enough of that in your house, and you certainly didn't need that shit from outsiders too.

“Is that what you're going to wear after you’re the wife of Kim Namjoon?” His harsh tone was enough to make you regret your choice for a lifetime. You moved a little to the side and Namjoon immediately took over.

“I want the most expensive ring you have. I need it delivered tomorrow. Charge it on this card.” You looked at Namjoon like he was about to throw a shit load of money away, The most expensive one? Was he crazy? Who were you actually going to show that ring off to?

“I don't think such an expensive ring is necessary. I'm okay with the simplest one.” You managed to speak a full sentence under the death glare that he was throwing at you and you were ready to take his wrath, but you definitely weren't going to waste a shit ton of money over you. Namjoon kept his composure in the store, you could clearly see that.

The moment you left the store, Namjoon grabbed your arm twice as harshly as he did the first time. You yelped in pain but he paid no attention. This was going to bruise. It would show, definitely show in the wedding dress. There were no sleeves in the first place.

Namjoon nearly toppled you over three times with the grip and the speed that he was walking towards the car with, and you had to steady yourself real hard in case you fell down, face first this time.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He roared and you took a step back in fear. The anger that was showing on his face now was a hundred times more than you had ever seen.

“I-”

“I am stuck here forever with your sorry ass, nobody asked me, Threw you at me like I was some dog waiting for a bone. And I requested one thing, huh, one bloody thing and you couldn't do that?” He seethed and you tried to speak to him, to tell him nobody asked you either, and nobody listened to you either when you went to your Samchon to tell him to call this wedding off.

“Is that how desperate you are? To jump the bones of the first man that your Aunt and Uncle introduced you to? All I wanted was to concentrate on making myself capable of taking over Kim Inc. and now I'm dumped with a pushover of a person whose only bloody job is to suck it up. Funny how even your own parents didn't put up with you either.”

The last words broke you. They broke you into pieces. Your parents died, and so what? Was this how you came across to people? You knew you were no good, but this? Tears welled up in your eyes and you took a stepp back before you ran away. Namjoon did not bother following you and you did not bother turning back. You were going to free him of all of this. That's it. You were done with everything and everyone in your life.

It was no use living like this, it was no use being such a nuisance for everyone like this. You slowed down to walk, your lungs started acting up and the breathlessness from running so much started catching up to you.

You took a seat at the nearest bus stop to catch your breath. The hustling of the city, people running around to reach their destinations, you watched the bustling life with tears in your eyes, refusing to stop. No one had ever thrown the harsh reality in your face so hard. How could you possibly stay with a person who hated you this bad and how could you possibly live with the fact that you married him despite knowing this?

Your Aunt and Uncle would never listen and they would wed you off tomorrow to Namjoon. You got up from your seat, wiping the tears which were flowing freely ever since Namjoon’s outburst. You walked aimlessly, going where the road took you. You heard a distant shouting of your name but ignored it. It definitely must be your brain playing with you, afterall it only had a few more breathing moments left before you left this world for good.

You stopped by an old building. The security of the building was nowhere to be seen and it didn't matter either. What was the security and the camera going to do to you when you were dead? The loud calling of your name kept ringing through your ears, but you did not stop. You kept climbing the floors in hope of reaching the end soon.

You pushed open the door of the terrace and the cold wind blew the hair away from your face. You took slow steps, your heart beating the fastest it ever had, so fast and loud that you could hear it. Tears started flowing more aggressively as your feet dragged you towards the railing and you climbed up.

Your life flashed in front of your eyes, as you stood at the end of the rail while Seoul continued to function just the way it was. It was sad that all you could remember was sad, hurtful memories, while only the happy ones which were vague by now and they were with your parents.

You let out an ear piercing scream, a scream for every time you had been wronged. For every time no one listened to you, a scream for every time you cried yourself to sleep and a scream for every time you were insulted as easily as breathing and finally a scream for every damn time you were called a pushover.

You took a deep breath, wiping your tears away. You took one step ahead and suddenly you were pulled down harshly by someone behind you. The man tried to hold you but you ended up landing on your knee.

“What the fuck were you doing?” The pale man, all red in face and panting heavily, still refused to let go of your hand as you tried to withdraw your hand away from him.

“Who are you?” You tried to move away from him but he refused to budge.

“How the fuck does that matter when you were just going to throw yourself off this building?” He roared and that broke the last dam of tears as you realised what you were about to do. You cried your heart out and the man held you in his arms, patting your back soothingly to reassure you that you were safe.

You calmed down after some time as slowly, the gravity of what exactly you were going to do slowly settled with you. The stranger helped you sit up and you leaned your back against the wall.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked you in a cautious tone, which felt more like he didn't want to agitate you further.

“I don't know where to start.” The tears slowly began flowing again and your nose already stuffed began acting up. The stranger started mumbling quick apologies before he passed his handkerchief to you.

You smiled weakly at the man, who looked so apologetic, almost looked like an older brother who felt like shit after he made his little sister cry. You smiled at the man, and he visibly relaxed.

“If you're okay with it, tell me why you were trying to fall to death?” He tried to probe gently and you smiled again at how carefully he was trying to tread here.

“It’s okay, you can ask why I was trying to commit suicide?’’

“You didn't answer it though.” You took a deep breath at his question. Maybe you could tell a stranger. It wasn't like you would see him again after today.

“I'm getting married tomorrow.” You started, waiting for his reaction but he didn't look surprised at least a bit.

“Okay, go ahead.”

“My fiance hates me. He doesn't want to get married to me. I tried calling off the wedding but nobody would listen to me.” You shuddered at the first meeting with Namjoon where he had very subtly threatened you to call off the wedding.

“Why would your parents get you married to a man that you were trying to call off the wedding with? Why don't they listen to you?”

“No, it's not my parents, they're no more. It's my Aunt and Uncle. They never listen to me, for them, all I am is a burden. I have no idea why they are hell bent on getting me married to Namjoon, but they just wouldn't listen.” You took a deep breath and leaned your head backwards. The man turned and sat facing towards you and took your hands gently in his, as the tears made an appearance again.

“So you don't want to get married to Namjoon?” His question caught you off guard since you never thought about it this way, you never thought if you wanted to get married in the first place.

“I dont know.” His eyes shot up at your response and you chuckled bitterly.

“What do you mean you dont know?”

“I was never asked in the first place, you know. My Uncle told me that I was meeting his friend’s son for lunch and that it was a potential marriage meeting. The guy never turned up, so I thought maybe it was a clear rejection but when I reached home, I was told that Namjoon had agreed to get married and that he had a liking for my kind.”

“Your kind?” The stranger looked thoroughly surprised.

“Yeah, my kind, the one who never speaks up, all I've ever done is just suck up everything that happened to me. In my own house, I'm like a bloody burden. All everybody ever does is order me around, insult me, let me know constantly what kind of a burden I am. That's my kind.” Your voice broke at the last sentence. It was actually heartbreaking to say that out loud for yourself, but sadly that was the truth.

“It's not like I haven't tried, But I just can't seem to speak up. It's been like this since I was a kid. I think all the hatred and that constant jabbing turns people this way.”

“Your Aunt and Uncle are pieces of shit. And so is this Namjoon.” You laugh at his words and he immediately raises his eyebrows.

“What's funny?”

“I don't know about my Aunt and Uncle, but Namjoon doesn't seem like shit.”

“How so?’’

“His anger always seemed out of the helplessness of the situation. I think he didn't have a say in this either. He was trying to escape this through me. Wish I could tell you I was in the same boat too.” The sun had already set and the darkness had already crept in the terrace of the building illuminated by only a faint light near you.

“Why were you trying to jump to death?”

“Namjoon and I had an argument. I really, really wanted to speak to him about what had happened, and he snapped–”

“Did he hurt you?” You heard the threat in his voice and immediately answered his question.

“Not physically, he just said some pretty nasty things and that cut the last straw for me. Nobody would listen to me either way and I didn't find it in me to walk down the aisle knowing that the man standing at the end of it hates me. So, to rid everyone of the trouble, I thought I'd get rid of myself.”

“Look–

“Y/n.”

“Yeah, look Y/n, this isn't a solution. Maybe Namjoon isn't ready to listen right now because he is angry, angry at himself, his folks and maybe the situation too, but he's projecting that on you instead. So instead of trying to jump away from your problems, jump right in. You're going to be married to Namjoon and from what you said, I don't see a way out of this, not for you and not for him. So rather get that dick to sit with you and talk it out.”

The man's advice made sense to you. You wanted to do that today but it took a turn in the worst way. Maybe you could talk to Namjoon when he has had the time to cool off.

“Thank you.” You smile at the man and he pats your head.

“Look, I don't know, seeing you and rushing behind you and saving you right before you jumped is a sign that maybe you aren't supposed to die. There might be a lot of things in store for you.”

“Good things, I hope.” You laugh and he laughs along with you. You feel much lighter now, after speaking your heart out to a stranger, and probably speaking the most you've ever done in front of any human.

“It's late, let me drop you home. But before that, here–” The man hands you his card and you accept it.

“Min Yoongi.” He extends a hand and you take it with a big smile.

“Min Y/n.” He smiles his gummy smile and pats your head once again. You secretly wish you had a big brother like him.

“Anytime, absolutely anytime the buildings start looking good enough to jump for you, you need to call me. Treat me as your older brother from now on.” He warns you.

“Will you come save me again?” Yoongi laughs at your question.

“I'll talk you out of it and maybe as a bonus, beat that Namjoon’s ass too if he is the reason why you go looking out for buildings to jump from.”

“Thank you, Oppa.”

“Anytime, Kid. Now let's go before your people start losing their shit.”

Yoongi leads you down the stairs and you walk a little ahead where he had parked his car before he sprinted off behind you. Yoongi tells you about his family, his wife Suhaa and his daughter Dae.

You watch Yoongi smile as he tells you about his wife and cute stories of Dae. You secretly wished that maybe one day, one day you would have the chance to tell your story to someone with the same loving smile.

You arrive in front of your home and Yoongi immediately steps down to open the door for you. You get down the car with a heavy heart, getting ready to face the hell waiting for you.

“Oppa, can I request you something?”

“Anything.”

“Will you attend my wedding tomorrow? Please bring Suhaa and Dae along too. It will be nice to see you there. I'll text you the details.” Yoongi smiles his full gummy smile at you before nodding his head at you.

“Of Course, Kid, I'll be there.”

You thank him for accepting your invitation and bow to him before going inside while Yoongi leaves only after you get inside. You make your way to the inside of the house and see everyone going about their own business. You thank god for not bringing you home to drama, you already had your share for today.

You wordlessly go to your room and shut the door. The events of the day are heavy enough to put you to sleep instantly.

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Yoongi barges in the summer house where Namjoon and the others were already drinking away in celebration of the last night before Namjoon would be a married man tomorrow, but instead of celebrating this night, Yoongi had other plans.

He wanted to punch the idiocy off Namjoon. How dare he make someone so miserable that they wanted to end their life? What would have happened if he hadn't seen you by accident, sobbing the hell out at a public place, and what would have happened if he hadn't felt something wasn't right and hadn't decided to follow you.

“Yah Hyung, you're late.” Jimin comes over to Yoongi to greet him, but Yoongi just pushes Jimin aside and walks straight up to the dick of his best friend/brother.

Jin and Namjoon look up to an angry looking Yoongi walking straight up to them, Namjoon comes forward to speak but is immediately greeted by a punch straight to his face.

“How could you do that bastard?” Yoongi roared and the rest five of them were stunned into silence, watching Yoongi beat the shit out of Namjoon.

“What the hell did I do, Hyung?” Namjoon asks, wiping the blood off his lips as Jin helps him off the floor.

“What did you say to Y/n?”

“Wait, how did she–?” Before Namjoon could finish the sentence Yoongi caught him by his collar while the rest of them struggled to separate the two.

“What the fuck did you say to her?” Namjoon tried to make sense of Yoongi's behaviour, but the man didn't give him a chance.

“We had an argument at the store earlier. And how the hell did she bitch about it to you?” Yoongi scoffed at the younger sentence.

“She didn't bitch, you dumb ass.”

“She told you, isn't it?”

“Yeah she did, but right after I pulled her off before she was fucking going to jump down from a building.” Everyone of the six men were stunned into silence.

“She did what?” Namjoon could not believe his ears, was it because of him that you were going to? He didn't even want to think about it.

Yoongi told the guys what happened and how he found you crying near a bus stop and how you were mindlessly walking around and how he had a hunch that something wasn't right and he had followed you, only to find that you were about to throw yourself off the building and most importantly, how you didn't even think twice before trying to jump.

“Thank you, Hyung, I don't know how I would have lived with myself if something had happened to her.” Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief knowing that you were safe now. He didn't hate you, he was just angry at you because you didn't try to call the wedding off, but now it looked like you weren't in the wrong either. But he was totally wrong for projecting that on you.

“Namjoon, I know you are not happy with the situation, but she isn't at fault either. She's being wronged at her own house, so the least you can do is just be friendly with her until both of you figure out the situation together.”

“I know, Hyung. I will apologise to her.” Yoongi patted the younger ones back, happy that Namjoon had come to his senses finally.

“But Hyung, how did you recognize Y/n?” Jungkook asked, handing over a glass of whiskey.

“Oh, he had put me and Yoongi on Y/n duty when he was supposed to meet her for the first time.” Jin chimed in and Yoongi nodded in raising the glass towards Namjoon.

“Weird, but okay. I guess that's what saved the day.” Jungkook nodded his head at Namjoon who just scowled at the youngest.

The guys continued drinking and the night rolled away in regrets, making fun, and being guilty.

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The household thrummed with a different type of excitement before you left for the venue. The stylists worked on you, perfecting every little detail of you. The never ending task finally came to an end after four hours and you were left to yourself for a few minutes before someone came to accompany you to the car.

You were pacing around the room when your Aunt entered the room. Taking a look at you, she smiled her perfectly non-distinguishable fake smile and you just looked away. You were out of here in a matter of a few hours. That's it.

“I hope you will be a good wife to Namjoon, Y/n-ah. You should be thankful he decided to marry you. Well, as for me and your Uncle, we are celebrating because we can finally have the house to ourselves.” You couldn't believe the words that came out of your Aunt's mouth. This woman had to be a new kind of evil to say such words to someone who is about to begin a new chapter of their life.

“Oh, by the way, come down, the car is ready. Let's get this over with.’’

You took one last look at the photo of your parents and opened the door. Your Aunt's words kept ringing in your head. Just how much hate did these people have for you? And what did you ever do to them to deserve so much hatred ? Were your Uncle and your father real brothers? How could someone treat their own niece so badly?

The wedding was something they wanted to get over with? Tears never came today for them, or the words that they had said to you just now. Instead, you frowned. You were in no way going to walk down the aisle with someone who had so much poison in their heart for you. You'd rather walk alone. You were walking alone all this while, weren't you? What was an aisle more?

You texted Yoongi to confirm if he and Suhaa were going to be present at the wedding, to which he promptly replied, stating that he was a few minutes away from the venue. You smiled at the text, thanking god, at least there was one person who meant well for you.

You reached the venue and made your way towards the room arranged for the bride. You kept your phone close incase Yoongi called. As soon as the door of the room closed, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, secretly wishing there wouldn't be any guests that you had to greet. You didn't know anyone either way and you had no friends here either.

You impatiently waited for Yoongi to arrive. You were ready to defy the norms for the first time, but nobody cared and so wouldn't you. You immediately video-called Yoongi and he picked up in an instant. There was sudden hushing on the other end, but you paid no heed to it. You had the chance now and you weren't letting it go.

“Y/n-ah, you look gorgeous.” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the room as soon as he answered.

“Oppa, did you and Suhaa arrive?” Yoongi laughed at your question and he turned the camera towards Suhaa who waved back at you.

“Oppa, can I ask you a favour?”

“Anything.”

“Could you come to the bride hall down the corridor on the first floor?” You fiddled with your dress as you waited patiently for him to arrive.

The door opened a few minutes later and Yoongi and a beautiful woman who you assumed was Suhaa, walked in. You smiled the widest as Suhaa stepped forward to hug you.

“Y/n-ie, you look so pretty, welcome to the family.” Suhaa hugged you and you smiled warmly at her.

“What favour did you want, Y/n-ah?” Yoongi interrupted your hug session and you both looked at him.

“Oppa, can you walk me down the aisle?” Yoongi choked on air the moment he heard your request.

“Y/n I–”

“My Aunt and Uncle are celebrating getting the house to themselves, I'm going to start a new phase in life and I'd rather start it with my older brother who saved my life by my side.”

Yoongi immediately pulled you in for a hug, Suhaa squealed and joined the hug while you thanked the stars for these new kind additions to your life.

“You know, if Namjoon hurts you or makes you cry, Yoongi will kick his ass.” Suhaa rubbed her hands in glee and Yoongi scowled at his wife.

“She's right, Y/n. But you’re late Suu, I already told her that.”

“You need to meet the rest of the girls, I'm sure you're going to have a lot of fun.” Your ears perked up at the mention of the other girls, not sure who these girls were.

“Who are the other girls?” Before Suhaa could answer, the door opened and the planner walked in and announced it was time for you to walk towards the hall. Namjoon had already arrived and was ready at the altar.

Your Uncle chose the exact same moment to walk in and without noticing the other presence in the room, he voiced his displeasure openly.

“Y/n-ah, let's get this over with. Come on.” He stopped as soon as he saw Yoongi and Suhaa, he immediately wore his fake smile and greeted him.

“Min Yoongi. It's a pleasure seeing you here-”

“I’ll walk Y/n-ie down the aisle, Mr. Min.” Yoongi extended his arm towards you and Suhaa immediately moved forward and clicked a quick picture, capturing a very confused Min Hyun Woo too.

“Thank you, Oppa.” Yoongi gently squeezed your arm while you took a deep breath at the fate waiting for you on the other side of the door, more importantly, the man waiting for you at the other side.

“Don't worry about anything further, alright?” Yoongi assured you as the door opened and the music began playing to welcome the bride.

Your Aunt and the rest of the family gave a very confused look, as Yoongi walked you down the aisle and so did Namjoon. Yoongi walks up to Namjoon and whispers something in his ear. Namjoon looks at him confused and Yoongi places your hand on Namjoon’s, giving him a brief hug.

The officiant begins the ceremony and soon enough you read your vows and exchange rings. The officiant declares you man and wife and Namjoon kisses your cheeks. He smiles a gentle smile at you and for a second, the lights and the music tune out in your head.

Did this man just smile at you?

Namjoon must have noticed this as he immediately grabs your hands gently and bow to the people. Namjoon holds your hand even while the last of the ceremony is being hosted by the officiant, and he declares you man and wife.

You freeze for a second when the ceremony is over, realising the major change that had just happened. You were married.

You had just become Kim Y/n.

Namjoon and you greet the other guests, seeking the blessings of the elders that were his father and your Aunt and Uncle. The occasion of your wedding threw many surprises at you— one, Namjoon smiled at you; second, he never let go of your hand as he guided you through the swarm of guests and introduced you to them.

Namjoon’s cordial behaviour kept surprising you every minute, not sure where the Namjoon from yesterday had gone. Soon, it was time for the reception dinner. While the guests left for the dinner hall, Namjoon held you back to meet his brothers/best friends who were very dear to him.

You smiled wide when you saw Yoongi and Suha coming towards you, followed by some more people who you assumed were Namjoon’s friends. The crowd hollered and cheered as they reached you both.

“Yoongi Hyung, you can't threaten me at my wedding.” Namjoon complained and you froze. Namjoon knew Yoongi? He was his hyung ? This new information created a storm in your head. The Said man walked to your side and patted your head and scowled at Namjoon while Suhaa giggled at your shocked reaction.

“Yoongi hyung threatened you?” Jungkook asked, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Yeah, I did. Y/n-ah is my sister now and I will break anyone's face who hurts her.” Namjoon sighs at hearing Yoongi’s threat again and you close your mouth from the shock of the scene happening in front of you. No wonder Namjoon had behaved well.

“Oppa, did you?” Yoongi didn't let you complete, he just squeezed your hand in reassurance.

“Don't worry about it, Y/n-ah. What matters is I'm going to be here for you and I’m going to keep this dumb ass of my brother in check.” Yoongi reassured you and that calmed you a bit but you still had so many questions unanswered. But this wasn't exactly the time to talk about it.

“Y/N, this is Jin, Taehyung, Jimin, Hobi, and Jungkook. These are my brothers and best friends, whatever you wanna call them. They're basically my everything.” Namjoon introduced everyone and you smiled politely at all of them while they greeted you.

The guys introduced their better halves one by one, Jin was married to Cha-Hee , while Hobi was married to Bong-Cha, Taehyung to Seungri and Jimin Mira, while Jungkook was dating Sarah. Everyone except Jungkook was married and Jin and Yoongi had kids.

The girls surrounded you quickly and introduced themselves, Except Suhaa the rest of them didn't know the in depth details of your marriage with Namjoon at least that's what you gathered from their talks, Not sure how much their partners had told them but you would wait for the right time for the conversation to pop up or worst case they already knew.

The men talked among themselves while the girls accompanied you to your room to do the regular touch up. You got a little brief about what the girls did, the general talk. You admired all of these women. They looked so confident and happy talking about themselves and their jobs and their kids.

Soon enough you were ushered out for the dinner and Namjoon led you again this time through the dinner, His hand firmly planted on your back.

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The entire car ride was silent, with Namjoon occasionally bouncing his leg while he looked out of the window and you did something similar. A lot of things were unsaid between you. His cordial and attentive behaviour today surprised you. Was he scared of you trying to harm yourself again? Did Yoongi tell him how you two met?

“We have one househelp in the house right now, two more of them will join from tomorrow.” Namjoon very randomly spoke and you wondered if this was his attempt to make a conversation. You nodded your head at him and he smiled. Again.

The car reached the building and before you could open the door, Namjoon asked you to wait and he got down and opened the door for you. Not only did he open the door for you but he also held out his hand for you to hold. Your mouth dropped open in surprise at his gesture. This day was literally filled with surprises. Just how much were you missing out on?

“Thank you.”

Namjoon nodded and placed a hand on your back and led you inside his private elevator at the penthouse. The door directly opened to his house and a middle aged woman stood at the door to greet you both.

“Y/n, this is Yeimei, Yeimei she's Y/n.” Namjoon introduced the woman and you assumed she must be the househelp that Namjoon was talking about.

“Namu, actually–”

Namu? This was new. Kim Namjoon had a nickname? It amused you to no end, but before you could react, Namjoon cut Yimei in the middle.

“Yeimei, we can talk later, you can go back to the mansion to get your stuff for now.” Namjoon instructed.

“But Namu–”

“Please.” The tone was enough for Yeimei to leave and you wondered what it was that she was trying to tell him. Putting a full stop to your curiosity, you decided to grab your bags and ask Namjoon about the living arrangement. But he beat you to it.

“You take the room upstairs and I'll take the one downstairs. My closet has already been set there. You can arrange the closet in your room your way or Yeimei will do it by default tommorow.”

“Okay, good night.” You pulled your bag with you upstairs while Namjoon retired to his room.

The corridor had two rooms. You opened the first and the nearest one.

As soon as you opened the door to your room, you knew exactly what Yeimei wanted to say. The room was totally empty. There was no bed, no wardrobe. Just another door which you assumed was the bathroom and a shelf in the corner with just pillows and a blanket. No mattress either. You quickly left your bag and went to open the second room to see if you had landed in the wrong room. But to your disappointment, it was empty too.

You sighed in irritation as you closed the door to your room. Tiredness had already begun seeping in and the four inch heels had already punched your spine and kicked your legs. You opened your bag to take the toiletries and your nightsuit out to prepare for a shower. The rest could be figured out after a warm bath.

“Holy fucking shit.” You cursed as the cold water touched your skin, This was the last way by which you wanted your day to end. Seeing no other option, you continued standing under the cold shower, while every drop of the cold water touching your skin reminded you of your hot tub back home.

You punched the hot water settings on the shower panel, why even put it there if it wouldn't function. But something clicked in your mind and you took a look at your surroundings. A bathroom that didn't have hot water, a bedroom that didn't have a bed or a wardrobe, or even a mattress in the least.

Was this the hell Namjoon was talking about? To deprive you of basic living necessities in a god forsaken penthouse? Your mind ran in circles as one part of your brain decided to doubt Namjoon, while the other one defended him. He wouldn't do such a thing.

Would he?

You decided to put your mind to rest. You could figure it out with Yeimei tomorrow. Worst case scenario, you would buy the bed and wardrobe tomorrow and Namjoon could straight go to hell. For now, you needed to rest. The floor screamed a warning in your face, cold and hard.

You decided to occupy the sofa in the living room tonight.

You threw the blanket and the pillow on the sofa and jumped right in, only to be disappointed in a matter of a few seconds. It was hard. Softer than the floor but a hundred times harder than a mattress. Waking Namjoon wasn't an option you would consider even in death, forget when you were uncomfortable.

You put the three pillows, one under your head and two by your sides and tried to sleep, but no matter how hard you tried, sleep ended up showing a middle finger. Maybe it was the new place or the hard ass sofa, but it didn't matter. The end result was that you couldn't sleep.

You groaned in frustration and let out a muffled scream in your pillow, nothing was helping. After what seemed like a thousand years, you slowly started feeling drowsy. You moved a little to the right and before you could realise you were off balance, you let out a scream as soon as your ass landed on the floor and immediately a sound of something falling and a curse followed.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n.” Namjoon stood there rooted to the floor with a vase in hand and a bottle right on the floor in front of him.

You sat up and threw the pillow and the blanket on the sofa and got up. Just how many times were you allowed to embarrass yourself in front of this man. Majority of the time Namjoon was in front of you, you royally made friends with the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing here? And why aren't you sleeping in your room?” Namjoon looked at you like you were a crazy person let loose,eEither this man was a great actor or he was clueless as fuck.

“There is nothing to sleep in there.” You stated plainly as you kept rearranging the pillows and the blankets to your liking.

“What do you mean there is nothing to sleep in there?”

“There is no bed, no mattress or even hot water in that room.” Namjoon choked on air and immediately made a beeline towards the stairs and went up the stairs in a flash.

You huffed, ss if you would lie and get your ass on fire. No, thank you.

A few moments later Namjoon rushed back down and you sat up straight. He looked confused and somewhat irritated. You cowered at the similar sight that his face was beginning to show and you just prayed you weren't going to be the centre of it.

“I am so sorry, Y/n. I don't know how the hell this happened.” Namjoon apologised and you felt the world literally shifting on its axis. Was this man apologising? Where the hell did Namjoon from yesterday go?

“It's okay, I guess.”

“Take those pillows and the blankets and come inside.”

“You won’t fit on the couch here.” Namjoon burst out laughing at your sentence, and you double checked if you were seeing things. Going by his reactions since the first time you guys had met, the guy did not demonstrate any normal emotions and suddenly he was apologising, behaving cordially and even laughing? There was only one explanation that made sense to you, Yoongi.

Exactly how dangerous was Yoongi?

“Just come inside already.” Namjoon picked up the blanket and the pillows and you followed behind. Namjoon’s room was definitely much better, much grander than the room that was upstairs. The master bedroom.

“Wait here.” Namjoon threw the pillows on the bed and handed the blanket over to you. You stood there with the blanket in your hand and wondered what was up with him. Namjooon returned with pillows enough to build a fort and your eyes widened in shock. Were you supposed to place these pillows on the floor and sleep on them or was he going to sleep on them?

“Give me a minute.” Namjoon placed a line of pillows exactly in the middle and layered the pillows one on another. You were confused. Why was this man making a whole barricade on the bed?

“What is this?” Namjoon laughed at your confused expression and took your blanket and threw it on the left side as he scooted over to the right side.

“That's your side, and this is my side. Two rules. No throwing hands and no crossing the barricade.” Namjoon explained the rules and you looked twice at him, confused whether he was the same person. This man was more complex than a spacecraft and had a hundred shades to him.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now come on over here. Don't just stand there.” Namjoon quickly switched the lights off without waiting for you to get on the bed and you cursed at your luck.

Couldn't this man wait for two more seconds?

Your luck definitely hated you. You tripped over the blanket and landed on your ass, again! A sound of pain left your mouth before you could realise and the lights were switched on once again. Namjoon sat up with his mouth shaped in an ‘o’ and you groaned and got up cursing every star and step that led to your fall.

“Are you generally clumsy or is this a special feature that's enabled whenever I am around?” You rolled your eyes at his comment and quickly settled in. Namjoon turned to your side and contemplated something for a second but spoke it nevertheless.

“Next time you roll your eyes at me, you can go back to sleep on the floor or the couch. Your choice.” The lights were switched off and you stared at the ceiling. This was strange. You weren't used to sleeping next to someone and suddenly someone breathing so close near you gave you the jitters. Namjoon must have been facing the same problem as well, because the man had tossed and turned nearly ten times in the span of a few minutes.

“Sorry. Not used to sleeping next to someone.” You sighed at his apology. The barricade was engineered to hide your faces and you strangely felt thankful for that.

“Same.” You muttered quietly and you heard another shuffle followed by a nervous clearing of his throat. You turned to your side, facing Namjoon and he cleared his throat again. Was he trying to say something?

“Tossing and turning isn't the only thing I need to apologise for.”

You were stunned to say the least. This conversation was still a little far in your mind. You had no idea when you were going to bring up this conversation. There were a lot of empty gaps in there and you needed to fill those in. Taking your silence as a go ahead, Namjoon continued.

“Look, I'm sorry I was a dick, and didn't listen to you, but Yoongi hyung punched some sense into me. I was angry at everything and you happened to be the centre of it. But I should have talked to you about it when you had come to the Country Club that day.”

Your ears perked up at the mention of the Country Club. Had he been there? You were about to ask him but he beat you to it.

“I was there at the Country Club, I was sitting at the bar and Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung watched you for me. And that's how Yoongi hyung recognized you.” You were shocked to say the least. How much were you missing out on?

“Was a dick move, I know. Sorry. But just know Yoongi Hyung will break my face if I hurt you.” Thrice in three minutes? That was a record.

“Can I be honest?”

“Hmm.” That was all you could manage as the truth came to light one by one. No you weren't mad. If Yoongi had not seen you that day, he wouldn't have recognized you, and by now, you'd probably have bid goodbye to the world. You were thankful for that. And besides, he had promised you.

He was here for you now. That's all that mattered.

“Is it weird that I don't know what to expect from this marriage? Or if I don't know if I want to keep this marriage alive?” You got him on this point, you didn't know either. You and Namjoon met under weird circumstances, were in a similar situation, similar predicament. But was that enough to stay with each other for the rest of your lives?

“I don't know either.” Namjoon heaved a sigh of relief next to you and you smiled. First thing that you both had in common.

“We don't know where this is going to take us, but yes, I want to promise you one thing until this gets sorted out. I'll keep myself in check and let's try to be civil, okay?”

“I'll stay out of your way.”

“That's not what I meant. Look, we don't have to avoid each other. If we are going to be staying in a house, then the least we could do is be friends.” You agreed somewhat to his suggestion, but you weren't exactly sure what kind of friend Namjoon would be. But again, what did you have to lose?

“Okay.” You let out the breath you didn’t realise you were holding and Namjoon did the same, at Least that's what you thought.

“And Y/n, I would never have done what I did that day if I knew it would impact you in such a way. I don't know if I could have lived with myself if something happened to you. I am sorry. Next time I'm going overboard, which I won't but even if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, slap me.” Namjoon’s last words left you dumbfounded, did he just ask you to slap him if he was being rude?

“What?”

“You heard me.” Namjoon stated firmly and you nodded your head in the dark. You were eternally thankful for the lights to be off.

“Okay, but I can't slap you.”

“You're too good for your own good.”

“That’s–”

“Okay, that's enough talk for one night. Good night Y/n.”

“Goodnight.” You turned to the opposite side and a small smile graced your face.

Namjoon wasn't a bad person. Maybe until you figured things out, life with Namjoon could be bearable.

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You woke up to the sounds of a vacuum in the house. Confused, you sat up and looked around, baffled at the new surroundings. You saw the ring on your finger and realised where you were.

The sound of the vacuum stopped and you rubbed your eyes. Yeimei’s face appeared at the door and a knock followed. She walked in the room cautiously, but you smiled at her and she visibly relaxed.

“Good Morning, Ajumoni.” Yeimei smiled a delightful smile at your reference of the term ‘ajumoni’ and you rubbed your hands over your face. Yeimei began tidying up Namjoons side and you moved to your room to fetch your toiletries to freshen up. There was no way that you would be able to have another cold shower and stay alive.

The delicious smell of doenjang jjigae greeted your nostrils as you stepped down in the hall.

“Come have a seat, Bu-in.” Yeimei placed a steaming hot bowl of stew in front of you, and your stomach immediately growled in appreciation. Yeimei laughed at your reaction, and you smiled sheepishly.

“Eat up.” She placed the spoon beside your bowl and you sheepishly dug in.

“You can call me Y/n, Ajumoni.”

“Are you sure?’’

“Absolutely.” Yeimei nodded and got back to her cleaning tasks again. You finished the stew and the side dishes and moved back to your room upstairs to curb the hurricane that you had bought over yesterday while you looked for clothes to change in.

"I'll do it." Yeimei stood at the door with her dusting pin and a mop. You debated whether to ask her why these rooms were kept empty but decided to take a chance.

"Why are these rooms empty? Like even guest rooms have beds right?" Yeimei put down her dusting tools and began folding clothes along with you. You looked at her to see any signs of not answering the question but all she had on her face was a blank look.

"Sajang-nim ordered us to do so. The beds and the wardrobes were taken out yesterday."

"That’s-"

"Very strange, I know. But things between Namu and Sajang-nim have always been strange. It just got worse after Chaeyeong died."

"Chaeyeong?" You had never heard this name before.

"Namu’s mother. I came here to Seoul as a part of her staff when she got married. But we go way back. We have been together since we were little girls. My mother worked for her mother and since we lived there together, we became good friends despite the class difference." Yeimei smiled a small smile and shut your bag. You gaped at the speed of the woman. She had already arranged your clothes and stuff while she was talking.

There were a lot of things that you still had to understand, a lot of things that you still had to know. But this was a start. Things would definitely go smoother if you know where to draw the line.

From what you understood, Namjoon's father was a touchy topic and you needed to steer clear of that in front of Namjoon until he spoke about it to you.

"You will understand things better, don't worry about it, just give it time. You both need time to adjust to this." Yeimei patted your back lightly and you nodded.

Time was exactly what you needed.

The doorbell rang and Yeimei got up quickly to attend to the door. You pulled the bags to the corner and placed them neatly beside the shelf. There was a very high probability that you would be the one who would trip over these.

"Y/n, your friends are here."

"My friends? As in mine?" You did a double check. Since when did you have friends? You walked down the hall when the loud voices fell on your ears and you recognised one immediately. Suhaa.

Seungri, Mira, Sarah, Cha-Hee, Suhaa, and Bong-Cha. The 'girl gang' as Suhaa had introduced them in your wedding,were here. You greeted them with a smile on your face.

"Hey there bride." Cha-Hee (Jin's wife) quickly got up from the couch to hug you last and somehow the scene in front of you felt nice.

"How are you all doing?" The girls began to speak at once, leaving you struggling to understand what even one of them said.

The chatter died down as soon as Yeimei brought in the tea and snacks and you thanked her. She served the tea and smiled at you and the rest of them, and made her way upstairs.

"So tell us, where are you guys going for your honeymoon?" You choked on your tea as soon as you heard the word 'honeymoon'. You were blank, absolutely blank.

"Actually, Joon's a little busy, so he hasn't been planning, I guess." Suhaa immediately diverted the conversation and you had never been more thankful.

"Me and Jimin left the same day you know, we woke up the next day in Hawaii."

"Oh please Mira, everyone knew at the reception how eager you horn dogs were to get away." Seungri teased Mira who just scowled at her, making everyone else laugh.

"Says the one who has the biggest record of doing the wildest things at the wildest places."

"Hey! " You laughed hard watching Seungri and Mira's interaction. You had actually never known how it felt to have friends who were utter chaos and felt so wholesome to have.

"Get used to this craziness Y/n-ie, you're a part of it now."

"Thank you. I know all of you are busy, so thank you for taking time out to come see me." You thanked all of them but they just looked at you and shrugged their shoulders.

"Nonsense, Y/n-ie, you're a part of us now. We will always have time for you now." Suhaa linked her arm with yours and smiled the biggest smile.

The girls bickered on and about everything— their homes, their jobs, you participated in some of their conversations, and you admired these intelligent women. They were married to powerful men, but that only added to their identities, their husbands didn't become their entire identity.

Cha-Hee ran her own business for textile, Suhaa had her chain of hotels that she took over from her father. Seungri had her own chain of restaurants and Bong-Cha owned a dance school while Sarah was launching her own fashion line and Mira was big on her real estate business.

You unknowingly had been added to this group of such accomplished women, you were still nowhere on the level that they were and you still didn't have any idea what you were going to do with your life, If only you could do something with your life too. You had too many things to figure out. You had a lot of time on your hands now that you were breathing freely. Your Uncle and Aunt always shot down your wishes of working, even in your own company.

With the girls around you never noticed how noon came by and soon the girls left to go about their own days, while you returned back to the only thing you had to do. Spend time on your phone.

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Namjoon got up earlier than you and decided to leave for work before you woke up. Yesterday's conversation weighed heavily on his mind. He had a lot of questions in his mind but at the end of the day, he was glad you two were on the same page.

Namjoon walked down to Yeimei making breakfast for him, and he greeted the older woman. She smiled her usual warm smile which brightened up most of his days. Yeimei was like a mother to him, she had been here when his mother was married off to the Kim household and she was there when he was born. Yeimei was the only person who understood him when his mother died. His own father had gone back to work after a week, not even trying to console his own son.

His mother was always the bridge between his father and him. His father always had such unrealistic expectations from him. Namjoon was the smartest student. He excelled at everything he did, never took his privileges lightly, made use of them perfectly to gain the best access to everything and make himself capable. But somehow it was never enough for his father. He was useless, that's what his father kept telling him.

His mother was a very sweet and a very talented artist, who instilled the love for arts in him and he was more than thankful for it. His father never liked his mother's career choice, always putting it under the bar, saying it isn't what the Kim's daughter-in-law was supposed to do. His mother rebelled for her passion and in the end, his father stopped bothering her and she used it to her advantage.

He liked the fact that his mother had always taken her passion seriously and fought for it. He knew his mother to be a strong woman— a woman who fought for what she believed and fought for what she loved. He grew up watching a strong woman, hence he had a hell lot of problems with the way his father described you.

Namjoon's mother fought tooth and nail with her husband when it came to him not celebrating such an amazing son, for always putting him down. She believed in him entirely and she made sure he knew it too. Namjoon lost his mother when he was fifteen and the only bridge between him and his father was broken forever.

Yeimei took up the responsibility of Namjoon after his mothers death. She had become his only support in the house. She never went back to her hometown after his mothers death and continued to work at the Kim Mansion. She was just like a mother to him.

“Good Morning, Namu.” Yeimei smiled at him and he shot her his full dimple smile. It was a good start to the day. She served him his favourite and his face broke out into another smile. Yeimei somehow always knew what he wanted to eat.

“What happened to the rooms upstairs?”

“Sajang-nim got them removed.” Namjoon paused eating at the mention of his father. He should have known. It would be his father. What was this man planning?

Namjoon wasn't a kid that he didn't know that this was done by his father to make sure they sleep in the same bed and no other option would be available since Namjoon had clearly voiced out his displeasure on multiple occasions.

But why would he need to do something of this sort was still unclear to him. The old man was upto some funny business again and he would definitely find out.

“Sajangnim has put two other maids here. They will arrive here in the evening.” Namjoon scoffed at the mention. He had put maids here? If he knew his father even a little, then those were spies to know the in-and-outs of his house and his and yours relationship.

“Yeimei, can you do something for me?”

“Should I refuse them?” Namjoon smirked at her response, That's exactly what he wanted to say.

“Tell Appa to talk to me if he has any problems.” Namjoon finished his breakfast and got up, ready to leave. He drove to his office, trying to figure out what his father was upto.

Something was definitely up.

The day continued normally for Namjoon until he found a vendor that he had blacklisted and to top it off, the vendor was approved by his father. He hated when his father double crossed him under the pretext of 'you know nothing and need to learn to tame the wolves'. Namjoon dialled his father on the intercom, waiting for him to receive the call. He picked up a few rings later.

“Appa, I need to talk to you.” Namjoon didn't wait for his father to respond, but he was shocked to hear his father speaking on the other end. Did he pick it up by mistake? But the next words caught his attention.

‘’Hyunwoo, you need to chill. Lets execute this properly. I am sure it can be easily done. Two years is enough time for them to get acquainted as husband and wife. If they have a kid, then consider the job done.” Namjoon strained his ears to the receiver as soon as the words 'husband and wife' reached his ears.

Another irritated voice reached his ears which he assumed must be your Uncle. Namjoon wondered if they were arguing.

“Jun-Seon-ah, we have to make sure that Y/n signs off the company to her husband. This is the only way we can all benefit from this deal. The only reason I got Y/n married to Namjoon was so that when she's twenty seven, she can sign off the company over to Namjoon and we can merge Digitron Systems and Kim Inc. and I and Joo-Won could be on the board for the new entity.”

Namjoon’s blood turned cold at the information. What exactly were these people upto?

“Don't worry, Hyunwoo-ah. That brat of mine will do as I say if he wants to be the CEO of this company. Everything will be according to the plan. Those two have two years. It is enough for Y/n to trust Namjoon and give her company to him when the time comes.” His father's voice burned holes in his heart.

Was this man so cruel that he had the heart to conspire against someone like that? No wonder he wanted him to marry Y/n, hook or by crook. Was this what he meant when he said he was giving him the legacy of Digitron Systems?

“If only my brother hadn't made such provisions in that damn will. When did he have the time to do that? You said Namjoon didn't want to marry that doormat. Would he still stay married to her after the signing?”

“The way he has been acting since the past few days, I'm not sure. Good if he stays married to her. If not, then it's okay too. We would have already had what we wanted from Y/n.Who cares if he throws her out after that.”

“I'm not taking that woman back.”

“Don't then.”

“I still have to figure out where those papers of the mansion are. Once I have it, she can die for all I care.”

“Relax Hyunwoo, we have two years for the result. And dont worry I've made provisions for them to live with each other. Things will go our way.” Namjoon slammed the intercom receiver on the table, His head was already spinning with all the information. How long had these people been planning to do all this? Was he a pawn in all of this?

What kind of people were they? They were ready to destroy someone's life like a house of cards? Was doing bad things so easy? Namjoon definitely didn't want any part of this. Namjoon was a dick to you, but he had never thought of conspiring against you or to ruin your life. Most of his anger was his projection of him being a coward.

There was one thing for sure, Namjoon had lost all the respect for his father. What kind of a man did he have for a father. Namjoon shut his laptop and reached for his phone. He had to get home now, and more importantly, he had to let you know what kind of demons you had for relatives.

As soon as Namjoon left his cabin, his father and Hyunwoo came out of his fathers cabin too and it took every ounce of strength to not charge at the two of them, even his father. He had a strong urge to break Hyunwoo’s face into two. No wonder they had raised Y/n like this. Poor girl never knew what it must have felt to revolt against these people.

“Namjoon-ah, how are you doing?” Namjoons face blackened at your Uncle's voice and he just nodded his head and moved past the two older men.

He was definitely going to tell you the truth, even if it meant you would hate him for it.

____________________________________________________________

You finished lunch and helped Yeimei clean the kitchen when Namjoon barged in the house, startling both of you.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you. Room. Now.” Your feet stayed rooted to the floor. You had never seen him so mad. You definitely had seen him mad but this was another level of mad. YeiMmmei nudged you gently and you understood it was her way of telling you to go.

“Don't worry, he won't hurt you.” Yeimei tried to reassure you.

You nodded and made your way to Namjoon's bedroom. He was already pacing around the room like a whirlwind and you took a step back. What exactly did you do now?

“Come here, Y/n.”

“Is anything wrong?” The last words came out as a squeak and Namjoon paused for a second. He gave you an apologetic look and pulled the chair from the table to take a seat in front of you.

“I need you to listen to me very carefully alright?” His words confused you even further. Was he divorcing you? Did something happen?

“Yeah.” You barely managed a response, a thousand questions plaguing your mind.

Namjoon narrated the entire incident where he heard his father and your Uncle talking, and anger coursed through your veins. What had you ever done to those people? You behaved the way they wanted, did what they said, you had even gone and married a stranger because they said so.

A tear slipped as Namjoon kept speaking, your mind turned numb. You knew they hated you, but what they didn't know was they hated you enough to ruin your life? A conspiracy so big? They wanted to strip you of what was yours. You had never thought of taking over the company, not even once.

Namjoon took your hands in his and looked at you desperately, trying to convey his emotions.

“Y/n, I want you to know that I play no part in this. I swear on my mother.” You patted his hand and gave a small, watery smile, Why would he come and tell you this if he had a part in it?

You wiped your tears hastily. There was no room for any argument. You knew exactly what you needed to do. You had enough of these demons. You were definitely going to take back what was yours. No matter how long it took, you would take it back and Digitron Systems would be in the hands of a rightful Min again.

“What do you want to do now?” Namjoons question brought you back to reality and you looked at him with eyes full of determination.

“What do you think I should do?”

“For what they are planning, I would say destroy them. My father will automatically lose it when the Mins are down. They are nothing without the Digitron Systems.” Namjoon looked you dead in the eye and you smiled. You knew exactly who you could ask for help.

“Then, let's do that.” Namjoon smirked at your reaction.

“This is going to be a long journey, Y/N, and it's definitely not easy. And the only way to solve this is if you take over Digitron Systems. As you rightfully should have.”

“Will you help me?” You hoped he would say yes. You had no idea what you were supposed to do if Namjoon didn't want a part in your mess.

“I thought you'd never ask.”

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Sake (Part 2: Air Miles)

Yoongi has a business proposition for you. You think that working with him is a good idea for your business, if not necessarily your heart.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader, Hoseok x F! reader, Namjoon x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, angst

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language

Part 1: How it starts

Part 2: Air miles

You look out the window of the taxi that’s taking you to your hotel. The weather’s a little colder now, and you’re in town for the launch of your collaboration with Yoongi and Namjoon.

You’d meant to keep in touch with Yoongi, but as the months slipped by your connection at your brewery began to feel a little like an idyllic fever dream.

You’ve exchanged texts a few times, a mix of pleasantries and business talk, but you get the sense Yoongi isn’t someone who enjoys texting.

You’ve started to have second thoughts about whether Yoongi enjoyed your company or whether you were just conveniently available.

It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself. You’re doing this for your business, for the people who work for you, for Jun and Mari and Ken and the extra staff you’ve had to hire to flex up into the increased demand.

You’ve got dinner scheduled with Yoongi and Namjoon and his entourage, and you’re unfashionably on time. You’ve given your name to the hostess at this intimidatingly fancy restaurant and you’re now worrying you’re overdressed in your black silk dress when you hear a familiar voice.

‘Y/N,’ he says.

You look up to see Yoongi, and he’s just as gorgeous as you remember him.

He leans forward to kiss your cheek, and the brush of his lips against yours, the curl of his hand against your skin as he cups your elbow, make your heart skip a beat.

‘Tonight, you’ll have to forgive me for staring,’ he tells you. ‘You’re beautiful.’

You smile at him. ‘It’s great to see you again, Yoongi,’ you tell him.

‘Namjoon’s running late, as usual, so I thought we could get a drink whilst we wait,’ Yoongi says. He leads you to the bar.

Yoongi’s eyes on you are making you feel all fluttery and flustered.

‘How’ve you been?’ you ask, taking a sip of your drink, hoping to calm your nerves.

‘It’s been busy – we’ve been building hype for Akane sake but to be honest, your sake is so good you’ve amassed a bit of a cult following,’ Yoongi tells you. He runs his hand through his hair, and you try not to stare, keeping your eyes on your drink.

‘The launch party on Friday has had lots of interest,’ Yoongi says. ‘I expect there’ll be a lot of people keen to meet you. If you want I can ask one of Namjoon’s assistants to keep an eye on you, to bat people away if it’s too much. I know you don’t like attention.’

‘I’ll be fine,’ you say, touched that he remembers that about you.

Yoongi nods, and looks like he’s about to say something else when he catches sight of someone behind you.

‘Hey, Namjoon,’ he says, getting up.

You watch, bemused, at the burst of activity that follows the arrival of Kim Namjoon.

Suddenly, you are surrounded, by a straight-faced man who introduces himself as Dong-hyun, Namjoon’s manager, a smiling, gorgeous woman who introduces herself as Yeri, Namjoon’s PA, and two other men dressed in expensive-looking leisurewear who look interested to meet you.

And then there’s Namjoon himself. You’d called him cute, but you’d not had a chance to speak much to him the last time you met, at Hobi’s bar.

Now the full beam of his attention is on you, and you feel yourself heating up under his gaze.

‘Kim Namjoon,’ he says, politely, extending a hand.

‘Y/N,’ you reply, shaking his hand. His grip, firm initially, softens when your palm meets his. He holds on a little longer than necessary.

‘Are you hungry? The ceviche here is delicious,’ he says. His hand cups your elbow, and before you know it you’re sitting at a table, opposite him. Yeri seats herself next to you, and Yoongi sits across from you, next to Namjoon.

‘I’m looking forward to this collaboration,’ Namjoon tells you. ‘I like the idea of being associated with Akane sake. Yoongi’s still raving about the time he visited your brewery.’

‘It was a pleasure taking you around,’ you say, sincerely, turning to Yoongi.

‘He says you have your own hot spring,’ Namjoon says.

Your eyes fly to his, then Yoongi’s. You wonder how close Namjoon and Yoongi are, and what Yoongi might have told him.

Namjoon smiles at your expression, and you admire the pretty dimples bracketing his mouth.

‘Perhaps when I come to the mountains again I can visit you,’ Namjoon says.

‘More than happy to take you around,’ you reply, smoothly.

Yeri leans in. ‘Just don’t show him where you store your sake.’

Namjoon laughs, good-naturedly. ‘I can behave.’

‘I’m not sure you can,’ Yoongi drawls. He leans back in his seat, and his eyes lock with Namjoon’s. You can’t read them, so you turn to Yeri.

‘It must be hard work being an assistant to someone as famous as Namjoon,’ you say.

Yeri rolls her eyes, and you decide then and there that you like her. ‘You wouldn’t believe it. It’s like managing a toddler, only the toddler is giant-sized and always indulging in their baser impulses.’

Namjoon turns to you. ‘You only live once. Why be shy about what you want?’

There’s something in the way he looks at you that makes you feel fluttery.

‘Stop it, Namjoon,’ Yoongi and Yeri say at the same time.

‘You’re so pretty when you’re blushing,’ Namjoon tells you. He dimples mischievously at you.

You can’t help but laugh. ‘Does that always work for you? Saying outrageous things then popping those dimples?’

Namjoon smirks. ‘I don’t know. Is it working?’

You put your hand on his. ‘Maybe ask me after we’ve eaten. I’m starving.’

‘Me too,’ says Yoongi, and the tone of his voice catches your attention.

He looks back at you, straight-faced, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.

You’re not sure how you’re going to get through this dinner.

***

When you get back from the restrooms after dinner, Yoongi and Namjoon are standing by the bar, talking in low voices. They’re a striking duo, Yoongi in leather, silver earrings glinting in the dim lighting, Namjoon in a cashmere v-neck that shows off his sculpted chest.

They both turn to look at you as you approach, and you feel like turning and running for the hills. They’re too much.

You’re not in the mountains anymore, but for some reason you feel like you’re being stalked by predators.

Fuck this.

You tilt your chin up and straighten your spine, forcing yourself to meet each of their eyes in turn.

‘So we were thinking,’ Yoongi says, when you reach them, ‘of going for dessert after this.’

You don’t miss how he and Namjoon exchange a look.

‘All three of us?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

‘How do you feel about all three of us?’ Namjoon asks. ‘Together?’

Yoongi’s hand is warm on your arm.

Both men are waiting to hear what you have to say.

You will your voice not to tremble as you reply.

‘That’ll never work,’ you say. You flash your brightest smile at both of them. ‘I’m not walking into the lion’s den with two lions.’

You turn away from Yoongi and Namjoon, and take a taxi back to your hotel.

You wash your makeup off, and get dressed in your pyjamas, and the earrings you’ve packed to go with the dress you’re wearing for your launch party catch your eye.

They’re small white gold spikes, tipped with diamonds. They were a gift from Hobi for Christmas a few years ago, when he’d first started asking you to date him.

You’d tried to return them to him, but he’d refused, insisting that he’d thought of you the instant he’d seen them.

He doesn’t ask you to date him anymore, he seems to accept that your relationship now is purely sexual.

Impulsively, you dial his number. He answers on the first ring.

‘I’m not in Kansas anymore, Hobi,’ you announce to him.

He chuckles. ‘Just remember you can click your ruby slippers three times if you want to come home.’

He sounds breathless.

‘What are you up to, Hobi?’ you ask.

‘If you must know, my love, I’ve got my hand around my cock right now,’ Hoseok replies.

‘Oooh,’ you say, wriggling. ‘Are you hard, baby?’

‘Harder since hearing your voice,’ Hobi tells you.

‘Yoongi and Namjoon wanted a threesome,’ you tell him.

Hoseok lets out a low whistle. ‘And you’re here talking to me instead because?’

‘I missed you,’ you say, and it’s the truest thing you’ve said all day.

Hoseok sighs. ‘Are you ok, baby?’

‘Yeah. I’ve got this launch party in a couple days, then I’m getting out of here,’ you say.

‘Want me to fly up and keep you company?’ Hoseok offers.

‘I can handle it, Hobi,’ you tell him.

‘Of course you can,’ Hobi agrees. ‘I’m mainly asking in case you need help fighting off all these men who are propositioning you.’

You giggle. ‘Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe they actually just wanted to get dessert.’

Hoseok laughs. ‘Doubt it. Can’t blame them for shooting their shot.’

‘Want me to take care of you, Hobi?’ you ask, lowering your voice.

He groans. ‘Minx. I can wait until you get back. You go to sleep baby, you sound tired.’

You are tired, but you take the time to snap a photo of your tits and send it to him.

You’re rewarded with a filthy voice note of him groaning your name as he cums.

You fall asleep to his voice.

***

By the time you arrive at the launch party, it’s in full swing.

Yeri smiles at you as she lets you in. ‘Let me know if you need help with anything,’ she says.

You smile at her. ‘Won’t you be busy with Namjoon?’

‘He said that tonight, I’m all yours,’ Yeri says. She grins at you. ‘Somehow you don’t seem as high-maintenance as Namjoon.’

‘Hey, you were at Hoseok’s bar weren’t you?’ you ask, remembering. ‘I’ve got a friend called Jin.’

Yeri blinks a little. ‘Baby smooth skin, shoulders that block out the sun?’

You laugh. ‘Yes, that’s Jin. He says you’re very pretty. I’ll send you his number if you want it.’

‘Sure,’ says Yeri, casual, but she gives you a brilliant smile. ‘Did he really say I’m pretty?’

‘He thinks you’re gorgeous,’ you assure her. ‘So text him.’

You leave Yeri chatting to the security detail and step into Yoongi’s bar.

You barely have time to look around before there’s a voice behind you.

You turn to see Yoongi, smiling at you. ‘There you are,’ he says.

‘Here I am,’ you agree.

‘I’m sorry if Namjoon and I overstepped the other night after dinner,’ Yoongi says. He looks down at you, eyes serious. ‘We’ve been friends for years, but sometimes we can get a little competitive.’

‘Competitive,’ you muse, accepting the glass of champagne he hands you.

‘To be fair, it’s not usually over a woman,’ Yoongi says to you.

‘Should I be flattered?’ you ask.

‘It’s definitely meant to be complimentary. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,’ Yoongi says.

He leans a little closer. ‘Feel free to slap me or Namjoon, if we get too fresh with you.’

‘I think you’d like that, though,’ you say, smirking at him.

Yoongi looks at you for a moment. ‘I think I would too,’ he replies, voice dropping an octave. ‘Fuck. I need a drink.’

‘Sake?’ you ask.

Yoongi chuckles. ‘Brat. Come with me, I’ll show you to our table.’

Namjoon looks like a king holding court as he sits, thick thighs spread, at your table. To your surprise, he gets up when he sees you and Yoongi.

‘I wanted to apologise for the other night,’ he tells you, leaning down close to your ear to be heard above the pulsing music.

‘Oh damn, guess I won’t need to slap you,’ you say, teasing.

‘Oh, please do,’ Namjoon says instantly. ‘Don’t let me stop you.’

He dimples at you mischievously, tilting his face. You lift a hand to his cheek, and stroke him instead.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow at you. ‘I’m going to have to be inappropriate all the time, if it means you touch me like that.’

‘Remember, you can always slap him,’ Yoongi says, and you realise he’s heard every word of your exchange with Namjoon.

‘He’d definitely like it too much,’ you say, smiling up at Namjoon. His eyes drop to your lips.

‘I think I’d like anything you’d do to me,’ Namjoon says, thoughtfully.

***

Yoongi and Namjoon have both been standing too close to you for most of the night, and the heat radiating from their bodies is making you feel everything a little too much.

You’re tossing back cups of your sake, and though you’ve been drinking sake since you were practically a baby, you’re starting to realise now that Namjoon and Yoongi are capable of drinking you under the table.

Yoongi reaches out a hand to steady you as you stumble a little.

‘You ok?’ he asks, deep voice reassuringly steady.

‘Yeah,’ you reply. He leans a little closer.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he asks.

You look at him teasingly. ‘Yes, Yoongi.’

Yoongi’s fingers tilt your chin so your lips meet his. He kisses you gently, like he’s waiting for you to respond. You part your lips, and he teases his tongue into your mouth. You press your hand against his chest, and his hand comes up to cover yours.

When you pull away, his eyes are hooded. ‘It’s like I remember it,’ he tells you.

‘No need to get sentimental about it, Min Yoongi,’ you say, and he chuckles.

He nods to Namjoon, and you realise he’s still holding your hand.

You glance at Namjoon, who is sitting across the room, watching you both.

Maybe it’s the sake, maybe it’s the hunger in his gaze, but you find yourself getting up.

You walk over to Namjoon, who watches you every step of the way.

You’re two steps away when he gets up. He curls an arm around you, holding you against him for a moment, eyes on your face.

‘Are you going to slap me?’ he asks, teasing.

You go up on your tiptoes, and you have just enough time to see the dimple flashing in his cheek before his lips meet yours.

Namjoon tastes like the sake he’s been drinking all night, and smells fucking delicious. He kisses you like he owns you, and as he shifts his hardness brushes against your belly.

When you pull away, his arm stays curled around your back.

‘So, I have this private jet,’ he says, conversationally, eyes twinkling at you.

You laugh at him. ‘Is this how you get girls to drop their panties for you, Namjoon?’

Namjoon pretends to think about it. ‘Actually, usually the dimples are enough.’

You slap him on the chest, and like Yoongi, he catches your hand.

‘I was wondering, if you’d like to take a flight with me and Yoongi,’ he says.

You look at him, intrigued.

‘Dropping your panties is optional,’ he assures you, dimples flashing.

***

Namjoon is standing behind you, warm hands on your shoulders. He tugs at the zipper on the back of your dress, tugging it down. As your back is revealed to him, he traces a finger down your spine, making you shiver.

Yoongi is sitting on the edge of the huge bed in the cabin of Namjoon’s private jet. He’s leaning back on his arms, watching you and Namjoon. His eyes meet yours.

‘I told you Namjoon and I like competing,’ he tells you. His voice, which you’ve always liked, is low, and his words are coming out slow, deliberate.

‘Shall we see who can make you cum the hardest?’ Yoongi asks.

You jerk as Namjoon cups your ass.

Namjoon chuckles. ‘Your face is so pretty already – I can’t even imagine with you’d look like cumming on my cock.’

You look up at him, and he swears.

‘Will you let me find out?' he asks, thumb pressing on your lower lip so you part your lips for him.

He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck. ‘Such a good girl,’ Namjoon says, approving.

You find your voice. ‘Put your money where your mouth is, Namjoon.’

Namjoon’s dimples flash as he laughs. ‘Why didn’t you give me your number at Hoseok’s bar?’ he asks.

His hands are running over your shoulders, down your bare arms. He’s staring at your breasts, helping you step out of your dress.

‘I didn’t think you’d remember me,’ you tell him.

Namjoon laughs again just before his lips meet yours. ‘Oh, I remember you.’

You don’t have a comeback, but you don’t think it matters. Namjoon is kissing you, lighting your body up as his lips trail down your neck. He kneels in front of you, hands on your ass pulling you to him as he kisses down your torso.

His tongue licks circles over your lower abdomen, and his thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties.

He flicks his eyes up at you. ‘Ready?’ he asks.

You barely have enough time to breathe out a ‘yes’ before you feel Yoongi’s arms around you. He lifts your hair off your neck and kisses the bare skin he’s uncovered.

Namjoon busies himself pulling your panties down, shimmying them off your hips. His big hands part your legs a little.

‘Spread,’ he tells you.

Namjoon runs a thumb over your slit, then he pushes his face between your legs and licks up into you.

You wobble a little, and he licks again, tongue flicking over your clit.

‘Let me taste,’ Yoongi says.

He kneels next to Namjoon.

You don't think there’s enough sake in the world to prepare you for Yoongi and Namjoon kneeling at your feet, taking turns to eat you out.

Then Yoongi presses you on the bed, kissing you deeply, and you stop thinking at all.

Two fingers slip into your wetness, and you aren’t even sure who they belong to.

Your world narrows to Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s voices. They’re vocal about their enjoyment of you, and you’re rapidly spiralling because of it.

‘Yoongi,’ you moan.

Yoongi, always attentive, looks up from where he’s been sucking at your tits. ‘Yes, baby?’ he hums.

You don’t have the words to answer him, and Yoongi smiles, stroking your hair back off your face, affectionately.

‘You ready for me?’ Namjoon asks. He shifts his hips a little, and his rigid cock nestles between your legs, head nudging at your entrance.

You lift your head a little, looking at Namjoon. ‘Yes.’

Namjoon pushes into you. You wriggle as his pelvis grinds against yours.

‘God,’ you gasp. Your hands flutter, clutching fistfuls of the crisp linen sheets on Namjoon’s bed.

Namjoon grunts, sucking in a breath, rotating his hips.

You gasp again, and he smirks at you.

Beside you, Yoongi’s hand is curled around his cock as he watches Namjoon fuck into you.

You tilt your head. ‘Come fuck me, Yoongi.’

Yoongi straddles your chest, and you lift your head to take him in your mouth.

He lets out a long breath as you lick up the length of him.

‘Fuck.’

‘Hey,’ you say, pulling back, hand on his thigh.

Yoongi just stares at you, pupils blown, hair mussed.

‘I’m competitive too,’ you tell him. You give him a wicked smile and take him in your mouth again, deep, trying to take all of him in.

Yoongi strokes your hair. ‘I’m going to stuff you full of my cum, my love,’ he tells you.

You flick your eyes up at him, and he’s cumming, spilling into you. Yoongi groans, and you swallow around him.

When he pulls out, you are both breathless.

He helps you sit up, and then you are riding Namjoon, hips gliding against his.

Namjoon grips your ass, and god, he’s strong.

‘You take my cock so prettily,’ Namjoon groans.

You smile at him. ‘Namjoon, you keep calling me pretty. Do you have a crush on me?’

You turn over, and Namjoon slides into you, deep, thrusting hard.

‘A crush? Fuck. I want to fucking marry you,’ Namjoon says. His large palm lands on your ass.

You want to laugh at that, but Yoongi’s sucking at your tits, and between his hot tongue and Namjoon’s hard cock, you’re cumming.

‘Good girl,’ Namjoon says, ‘good fucking girl.’

‘This ass,’ he grunts. He slams into you, a little more sloppy now, and the moan he lets out as he cums makes you clench involuntarily around him.

He pulls you down with him as he collapses onto the bed, wrapping a big arm around your waist from behind.

Yoongi lays on his side in front of you, face close to yours, and it’s oddly intimate.

He presses close, and you realise he is hard again.

‘Can you take me?’ he asks. In response, you lift a leg over his hips, and he enters you.

At this angle, his pelvis presses against your clit with each thrust. He kisses you deep, and you realise Namjoon is helping, holding on to your hips.

‘Yoongi,’ you moan, and you hear the smile in his voice.

‘You like this, baby?’ he asks.

Namjoon shifts a little, and you can feel him pressing between your ass cheeks.

‘You’re not going to fit,’ you warn Namjoon. ‘Not with Yoongi--'

You hear the snap of a lid, and then Namjoon’s lubed finger is teasing your asshole.

Namjoon bites your neck. ‘Can I try and make it fit?’

You look over your shoulder at him, and he kisses you.

Namjoon’s got one finger in you, fucking your ass as Yoongi thrusts into you.

‘Fuck, you’re tight,’ Namjoon swears.

Yoongi’s lips are on yours, tongue swiping into your mouth as Namjoon pushes in. You can feel him stretching you, and then they’re both inside you.

You feel almost unbearably full. Namjoon moves, a push, and you cry out.

He stills instantly. ‘Are you ok?’

‘Yeah,’ you pant. ‘Yeah. Don’t stop.’

Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s eyes meet over your head.

Namjoon starts to move again, and somehow he and Yoongi find a rhythm, and between them, you’re starting to feel the pleasure build again.

‘God, you’re perfect,’ Yoongi tells you. He’s breathless now, fucking into you, stroking your clit.

‘I’m gonna cum,’ you cry. Namjoon growls, picking up his pace.

‘Fuck,’ you moan. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’

You cum, gushing over Yoongi’s cock. You’re peripherally aware of the noises him and Namjoon are making, but you’re way beyond keeping track of anything that’s happening at this point.

When you next open your eyes, there’s an arm around you which you recognise as Namjoon’s.

You shift and lift his arm off you.

You’re a little unsteady on your feet, looking around for something to cover yourself, when Yoongi comes into the cabin.

He passes you a glass of water.

‘Are you ok?’ he asks, quietly.

‘Yeah,’ you reply.

He passes you your clothes and a sweatshirt, and you get dressed.

You both look down at Namjoon, still passed out on his bed.

‘Where are we?’ you ask, trying to orientate yourself.

‘We’ve landed,’ Yoongi says.

‘I should go home,’ you say.

Yoongi smiles at you. ‘I’ll take you home.’

‘What about Namjoon?’ you ask, worried.

Yoongi snorts. ‘He’s out for another few hours. Come on.’

He leads you off the plane, and the bright daylight nearly blinds you.

You step onto the tarmac of the runway with Yoongi.

‘Hell of a launch party, Yoongi,’ you say.

Yoongi looks at you, at your sex hair and your smudged mascara, at your body swimming in Namjoon’s oversized sweatshirt which he swiped to give to you, and he smiles, fondly.

‘We should do it again, sometime,’ he says.

You laugh a little. ‘So far we’ve had sex in a hot spring and a private jet. Maybe next time we can just go to yours.’

Yoongi wraps you in his arms. ‘I’ll make you dinner,’ he says.

His hand on your back is steadying, warm, as he takes you to his car.

Yoongi drops you off at your hotel.

‘When will I see you again?’ he asks.

‘Whenever you’d like, Yoongi. Sake or no sake,’ you reply.

He chuckles.

You get out of his car, and Yoongi rolls down the window to call out to you as you walk away.

‘Hey,’ he says.

You look back at him. ‘Yes, Min Yoongi?’

‘Namjoon’s not wrong,’ he tells you.

‘About how pretty I am?’ you say, posing a little goofily in your sweatshirt.

‘About wanting to marry you,’ he replies.

‘Christ Yoongi. At least make me dinner first,’ you say.

His warm laughter rings out behind you as you walk into your hotel.

***

For the second time in less than 12 hours, you’re stepping off a plane.

You’re fiddling with your phone to call a cab when you hear your name being called.

You look around, your face lighting up when you see Hoseok.

He runs over to you, pulling you into a hug.

‘How’d you even know I was coming back today?’ you ask, leaning back a little to see his face.

‘I do listen to you talking sometimes,’ he says.

‘You ok?’ he asks, searching your face.

You nod, burying your face in his chest. ‘Better now.’

Hoseok loads your case into his car and sets off.

‘I got fucked on a private jet by Namjoon and Yoongi last night,’ you blurt out.

Hoseok blinks.

You look out the window, at the houses flashing by.

‘Damn, Y/N,’ he says, finally. ‘Are you ok?’

‘Yeah,’ you say. ‘Tired.’

Hoseok puts his hand on yours. ‘I made you soup. We can watch a movie if you want.’

‘Sure,’ you say. ‘I’d love that.’

He’s quiet. ‘I missed you,’ he tells you.

You put your hand on his. ‘I missed you too, Hobi.’

He nods. ‘Does this mean we’re using condoms for a while?’

You groan. ‘I’ll get tested. Do you hate me, Hobi?’

‘I could never hate you,’ he says. He flashes you a smile. ‘I love you too much.’

You wish he didn't always sound so sad when he says it.

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