#min yoongi x chubby reader

[ldysmfrst]

Welcome to American Mate's Master List! The Taglist is CLOSED for this story.

This is an OT7 x Plus Sized/Chubby Reader story. The story will have Mature Scenes. The chapters with these adult themes will have (M) in the chapter name, so please 18+ readers only. Within the chapters, at the start and end of the Mature scene will be the following banner, if you want to skip them.

The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Chapter 1 - Two Weeks Early

Let's introduce you to the world of Hybrids and Playmates. It really is quite simple until a VIP Potential Client's manager walks into your office two weeks early, and it's only a skeleton crew right now.

Chapter 2 - The Playmate Meeting

Bangtan Pack arrives at Playmate Services Inc., USA Idol Division. It's time for the pack to meet the unsigned Playmates, but things don't go as well as planned.

Chapter 3 - Following Instincts

Dealing with the aftermath of the accident, Bangtan Pack reacts upon instincts, some more than others. Y/n learns a few new things.

Chapter 4 - First Case of Alpha Space

Y/n may call herself a Hybrid supporter but never has she dealt with something like this. Y/n gets to see firsthand some of what an Alpha is like when they get a little lost in their instincts.

Chapter 5 - Heated Discussions (M)

Y/n didn't want to cause trouble, but that seemed to be all she did. However, Bangtan Pack thinks sometimes the trouble is worth it.

Chapter 6 - A Proposition for You

Things get intense for Bangtan Pack and Y/n, but not in a good way. Meeting the doctor tonight has bigger implications than Y/n thought was possible.

Chapter 7 - Is This a Joke

After proposing to Y/n the option to become their playmate, the Bangtan Pack struggles to convince her to accept their Prime Alpha's offer. Will Y/n be persuaded or will she run from Fate unknowingly?

Chapter 8 - Time to Tell the Family Pack (M)

While the Bangtang Pack is excited to have Y/n join as a "Play"mate, that may not be the case for her family pack.

Chapter 9 - Shadows of the Past (M)

It becomes clear that pack dynamics can vary from pack to pack. This sometimes leads to interesting reactions. It's where the past can be seen influencing the present that will shadow all.

Chapter 10 - A Date in the Right Direction

After the visit from Dr. Blackwell, some of the Bangtan pack start behaving differently. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe the eldest Alpha has some insight. (This chapter is Seokjin-centric in honor of his coming home from the military)

Chapter 11 - Just a Staff Member Part 1

Chapter 11 - Just a Staff Member Part 2

Y/n stands up for someone else, and everything starts falling apart. Last night was a dream but the reality of the situation finally hits.

Chapter 12 - Everyone Deserves a Second Chance

It's time to make a choice that can make for an adventure or change y/n's life.

Chapter 13 - Shall we?

It's time for the date with Namjoon. Getting ready becomes more fun than you think it could be with an unexpected surprise and new friends, but what happens as the night goes on?

Chapter 14 - Does it Always End in Ruin?

Scenting in a car with the Prime Alpha goes better than expected, but once they return to the pack house, things take a turn for Y/n.

WARNINGS FOR CHAPTER 15! This is a heavy chapter. Please read before reading the full chapter. Thank you 💜💜💜

Chapter 15 - The Pack Meeting and Troubled Pasts

Y/n shares her history with Bangtan Pack and finds she isn't the only one with a dark family life.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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Take a look at Chapter 12, Hobi's Fire Red Suit.

[stopaskinf]

“I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses”

Summary: Flowers and attached notes of BTS boys

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), descriptions of hardships and arguments between Tae and Reader but ending is hopeful

CW: Nothing

A/N: Who would have known my fall back into flower language would align with me doing my first prompt challenge thing. I used a bunch of them, so they will be highlighted in the notes.

Giving credit to @writinginstardust for their huge brain🫡‼️‼️ 🫶🫶

Jungkook: sunflowers, yellow tulips, red tulips

“For my sweetest pookie.

I can’t write much on this card because the company gave me a word limit. Poor me. Can you feel my pout through this? I wanted to tell you that I dreamt about you last night. I saw it so clearly. It was late at night and we were stargazing outside. Bam was sprawled out on our laps like the lazy kid he is while you talked to me about your day, childhood, and everything. I don’t remember which story you were on but I remember you smiling at the end. God, I told you how much I love your smile right? I want to see it again soon. Seeing your blinding smile, I rush back into the house to fish for this bouquet. When I gave you the flowers, you rolled your pretty eyes. Still, you gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen. It felt like deja vu.

- From Jungkook”

Yoongi: tarragon, daisies, morning glory, gardenia

“Hello dear.

I’ve missed you. Last night I woke up in an insomniac haze. For a second I thought that I was home. I saw you standing in the shadows gazing into me. I came to you and you held me while I clung to you. You smelt like vanilla and lavender. You smelt like home. Then reality hit me like a brick. Genuinely. Once my vision cleared I had a thumping migraine between my eyes and a stiff-as-shit neck. You always did tell me not to fall asleep in my studio chair. I spent the next hour lying in the dark on my studio couch like a wounded orphan. I wish I had told you. I should have told you. I would have been less alone. Less in pain. I don’t think I’m cut out for this job, I swear.

I can see you rolling your eyes, but I mean it this time. I’m coming home tomorrow. Finally, I can’t wait. - Yoongi”

V: Saliva (Red, blue, purple), Red carnation, baby’s breath

“Hi, clover.

You miss me?

I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I feel dreary. I’m working on a small ceramic mushroom…It’s not going well, It’s too lopsided. The sky is covered in a light gray fog. I hear the rain splash against the windows while Yeontan barks. We were supposed to see each other but I’m all alone now. Are you still upset? I was harsh. I felt the fearful pain of you leaving me, so I was determined to hurt you back. To make you feel what I felt so strongly. However, when I went back to lick my wounds, memories of our bliss came back stronger. Every touch. Every kiss. Every midnight walk we had when we both couldn’t sleep. The mornings waking up together. I was a fool. I always am, but more so in these moments.

When I see you again, can I hold your hand? I miss your warmth. And you - Your Alien”

Jin: red roses, pink roses, white roses

“Did you know my mother adores you?

Yeah, you’re all she ever talks about. “Oh, they’re so sweet.”

“Have you no manners? You see them looking so beautiful and you don’t say anything?”

“Yah, Seokjin how’s my favorite child doing?” Then when I tell her I’m fine, she goes “Quit joking, you know who I’m talking about.” How upsetting! I’m her actual son, but compared to you I’m chopped liver! Still, I can’t blame her. I’m the same way. I missed you during enlistment. I also missed the boys. Though not as much when compared to you. I see them 360 days out of the year. They’re staples in my life, but you…you’re my world.

My private heaven. My home. And I’ve been away from my home far too long. I intend to fix that. Get ready!

- From, Kim Seokjin ♥️”

Namjoon: Magnolia, cactus, succulents, aloe

“

“If the devil were to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh

Good morning, my Divine. I hope your day is going well. Mine could be better. It’s not bad, but not great. Just a day. I’m in a rut. I went to the studio and tried to write but my slack brain didn’t want to. Instead, it wants to focus on you. Where is my love? Have they finished the book I gave them? Have they thought about me today? As I think about them every day? How often do they think of me? I could close my eyes and still envision them perfectly. It’s wrapped itself in roses and lilies and recites love poems and scenarios. It’s excruciating shit. So, I’ll give it and myself an outlet. For starters, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. You’ve left me so lovesick that I’m borderline diseased. My waking hours are anguishing. My feet feel heavy and my head spins. My third rib begs for its return to my body so that my heart can be caged away once again. I know this is a lot to take in. I want to talk about it more with you when I’m less of a shell of a man. I won’t resent you if you don’t reciprocate. I’ll be pained, but I’ll come back to you. If do you reciprocate…Either way, say you want me, and I’m yours. - Kim Namjoon”

J-hope: honeysuckle, forget me nots, chrysanthemum (red)

“Hellooooooo. I hope your day has been as lovely as you are, honey. By the way, what kind of jewelry do you like best? I can’t pick. Gold makes you look stunningly regal but Silver shows the depth of your skin and eyes. This bouquet and the jewelry were both supposed to be same-day gifts, but the company never gave me any damn updates! How unfair is that! So now, these gifts have been forced apart. It’s so cruel. 🥲

I know I could call you about this instead, but it’s too different. I’ve been gone too long. I said I needed a refresh. A moment to connect back to what I want in life. Well, I have! The sky is so clear. The sun is shining. The forecast said there would be nice weather. They were absolutely right. My feet feel lighter. So does my heart. The cloud that hung over me has gone and I’ve stepped out of the box that’s kept me trapped. I’m ready to take my first step, but I want you there with me.

Tell me what you want.

Of the jewelry, I mean. I can’t afford to spend the whole day shopping! I love you. - Jung Hoseok”

Jimin: white jasmine, hibiscus, daffodils, white camellia

“Hello Darling ♥️.

I just realized how much I love you.

Well, not just realized, but I still needed to remind you. It sounds corny, but I’m very sincere. Besides, there’s no occasion for when you should declare your love right? Sure, there are preferred moments, but what’s wrong with keeping love fresh and exciting? Shouldn’t you want your lover to voice their love for you every day?

No, but honestly, It’s crazy, really. No one’s ever made me feel like this.

I’ve dreamt about this for as long as can remember, but only now have I found it. The person who I thought of every second of every day. The person who colored my dreams at night. The one I envisioned whenever I sang love songs. The one who I searched high and low for without fail or doubt.

I’ve waited so long for this.

So long…

I just needed to remind you. I’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you. So don’t worry, I’m here. - Love Mochi”

[forthechubbies]

A thought I felt like sharing.. snake hybrid min yoongi x mouse hybrid reader where yoongis mum walks in on him about to go down on her but he’s being a tease: “Don’t play with your food, son.”

I'm sorry I'm so late, I don't really expect anybody at actually talk to me so I never check lol I got like 2 more I think... I feel so loved. 🥰

I can't imagine Yoongi being anything other than a cat. Like, look at him. Little Kitty meow meow ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ. Smutty...kinda? Just beware, okay.

But a mouse hybrid seems perfect for a sadistic kitten like meow meow. I see him needing a collar not for domestication but for ✨ fashion ✨, honey. Anyway you the unlucky pip squeak got the sassy feline as a partner for project at work. In fear of being cut loose you played along...fighting through any trial he throws your way. No matter how * gulps * scary the threat -

You can't tell if he's purring or growling; it's a difficult call since his voice is so deep. “Hello, Minnie” speaks of the devil. He purred, using his long slender tail as a lasso to reel you into his chest where he commanded, excuse me, proposing the idea of having you for lunch with his parents. " Huh?! Speak up!" Yoongi teased, obnoxiously raising his voice over yours.

" I'm busy!" you squeaked out .

Your bluff was challenged.

" Oh yeah," He darkly chuckled, lowering his cherry lips to the curve of your round ear. "I'm sure your vibrator needs a little break, don't you think?".

You expected his parents to have somewhat more class than their son, but, indeed, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. When you arrive in yoongi's arms, his parents are over the moon at the way you cling to their son out of fear. You didn't realize the restaurant’s clientele is mainly cats.

"She's gorgeous, Yoongi." His mother purred, fluttering her ears. " but there's no point in being here if you bring your lunch." she chuckled as Yoongi did earlier. Like mother like son.

" Mother. " He scolded, flicking his tail before turning towards you. "you know how greedy I can be." those large green eyes fell on yours, occupying you from discovering his large hand creeping up to squeeze your ass.

[mclarensangel]

Chapter 7- The Move

Authors note- I am so sorry it has been taking me so long to write, every time I sat down to write, I just had writer's block and nothing was working. However, I am on holiday in France right now, and the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I finally found inspiration. This isn't a long chapter but I hope you all enjoy it.

total word count: 2.4k

warnings:

warnings: mentions of weight, AFAB character, mentions of female body parts, references to the weight of M/C, loosely based on my own research of the ancient Korean royalty system, bullying, loneliness, anxiety, money problems, mentions of how other people view characters body

message me if you feel I need more warnings or if you would like to be a proofreader!

As soon as the words came out of your mother's mouth, the smile on Namjoons face changed from one of nervousness to one of genuine happiness. Taking a step back from your family, Namjoon moves to talk to the audience. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologise for what just happened. Let us move on to the next event! I sincerely hope that you enjoy the music and food! Please, enjoy yourselves!” he speaks, his hands moving to clasp together as he finishes his sentence. The crowd stays where they are, still reeling from the events that have already happened this evening. 

You turn your head to make brief eye contact with Namjoon, to find that he was already looking at you. He takes a step towards you and offers his arm to you. Smiling brightly at the man, you try to place your arm in his as elegantly as possible, knowing that the court is watching you. Once your arms are connected, Namjoon smiles down at you. His smile passed on words that his mouth couldn’t say at present.

You look behind you to see where your mother was, to find Yoongi offering her arm to your mother. Your siblings had been a part of the crowd and they would not be joining you for the dinner, which weirdly made you feel a little less nervous, as they wouldn’t be able to tell embarrassing stories of you growing up to the man you were about to marry. 

The walk to the separate room where the dinner would be held took about a minute. The large group of you meander down halls and through some doors before arriving at the final place. Inside the room was a table in a circular shape. There was one large throne-like chair similar to the one that was in the hall at the top of the table from where you were standing. To the left of that chair was another chair that almost looked like one of the throne room chairs. And to the right of that large throne-like chair were two more slightly decorated chairs. The other six chairs were decorated with the titles of the men who would be sitting there spread evenly around the circle. Namjoon led you to the chair to the right of the large chair. He pulled the chair out, making you blush, as it was very uncommon for a king to do this for anyone. Once you were sat, he did the same for your mother and then his own before sitting down. Looking around you, you noticed that everyone was smiling. You took this moment to look at what everyone was wearing, only having the chance to see what the King, the Queen Dowager, Yoongi and your mother had been wearing. The boys were all wearing various shades of red and white. The colour complements their skin brilliantly underneath the lamplight. It made their eyes shine even brighter than they already were. Taking in a deep breath you allow yourself to feel happy and content at this moment. You felt free and able to finally breathe. 

Moments, after you were all sat down, the doors opened and two lines of servants filed into the room, some holding food, some holding drinks, some had cups and some had cutlery. Before your very eyes, the things in their hands were set out in their perfect positions, cups were filled as well as plates and hearts were opened, as the conversation began. 

Namjoon manages to sneakily move his chair as close to you as he can without making the other boys jealous, which he knows will lead to the young ones play fighting, and who knows how that’ll end. Catching your eyes, he leans closer to you, and you lean closer to him. He speaks in a quiet tone, the smile showing in his eyes and on his lips. “Thank you for accepting my proposal, I promise I will make you the happiest woman alive, as you have made me and my boys- I mean men, the last few weeks” he speaks. 

“My king, do not fear, I know of the relationship between you and the boys- I mean men” you copy, making him laugh before you continue “I have come to love each and every one of you and I would be honoured to join your family”. The smile on Namjoon’s face when you tell him this, makes his smile larger, and a blush fall from his ears to his cheeks. Namjoon takes your hand before speaking again “Well if that’s the case then I can’t wait to marry you, and 50 days can’t come soon enough, Nae salang/Sarang”. Seconds later, he lets go of your hand before standing up to address the people in the room. 

Firstly, he turns to the servants “Thank you for your work, you may go and enjoy the party, this can all be cleared up tomorrow, tonight we celebrate.” Then he turns to the people at the table, clasping his cup, he brings it to the air “And to my family, let us celebrate a union of two families, let us celebrate love in all its forms and let us celebrate our blessings. To celebrating!” he says, lifting his glass every so slightly higher at the end of his statement. 

“To celebrating!” everyone yells in unison, with their classes similarly raised in the air to the kings. Once everyone has yelled out, Namjoon sits down, and the conversations re-begin. Memories are shared between people, laughter is heard and love is shared. In that room, love and happiness were evident for even a blind man to see and feel. 

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The next day you woke up to a knock at your door. It was Hwasa waking you up. 

“Good morning your majesty,” she tells you “You have a busy day today, we must get you bathed and dressed”. 

“Please do not call me ‘Your Majesty’” you giggle to Hwasa, “you’ll give me an ego,” you tell her with a wink. She laughs alongside you, before taking your hand and bringing you back into the bathing room. “Today's bath will be shorter as you have a very busy day, I will come back and collect you when it is time, do you need anything else ma’am?” she asks. You smile and shake your head, excited to enjoy your bath no matter how long you would be in it. 

Stepping into the bath, you allow yourself to feel the warmth surrounding your body, the muscles that were tense from anxiety the past few days slowly releasing and making your body feel at ease. You dip your head into the bath, allowing your hair to enjoy the water as well. The bath is exactly what you needed this morning, and you were relieved that it was able to be added to your busy schedule. 

Around 15 minutes later, Hwasa walks back into the room, holding a long cloth that would dry you and a silken red robe with dragons embroidered into it. “The king and his men had this made for you. They had them make it as soon as you agreed to be the royal bride” she tells you. This information brings a smile to your face, and once your cloth is tied around you, you reach out for the robe, wanting to feel it in your hands. You place the robe delicately around your shoulders as you follow Hwasa out of the room, and into where you dressed each day. On your way, however, you noticed that all of your stuff had been placed into boxes. 

“Why is my stuff in boxes? I thought I was to stay…” your voice trembles, anxiety hitting you like a brick wall.

“Do not worry” Hwasa reassures, “you are staying, you are just being moved to a different courtyard closer to the king and his men, it is tradition. You will be transferred from the emerald apartment to the cherry blossom courtyard, which is on the other side of the cherry blossom garden. Oh, a letter has arrived for you today by the way!” 

“A letter? Who from?” you ask as Hwasa hands you the letter. You pull the wax away from the envelope and open it up. 

Her future royal highness, y/n, 

This letter was written to you regarding the royal engagement. It is a formal proposal letter. Please enjoy you’re new homing in the Cherry Blossom Garden. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact any of us. 

Sincerely, 

King Kim Namjoon 

And the boys

You giggled at the little addition at the bottom of the letter added by your boys, it made you even more sure that you were making the right decision. Folding the letter back up, you place it, along with the envelope on the dressing table near you. 

“Well then, I guess we had better get ready so we can see this new venue.” you grinned at her. 

Hwasa brings you over to the dressing table which still remained, sitting beautifully in front of two doors that would slide open. Realising this was your last day here, you decided to be bold and ask the woman, who had quickly become your friend, to open those doors whilst you had your hair and makeup done. She agreed but notified you that you must get dressed first, turning her hand towards the cotton figurine that stood in the doorway near your bedroom. Looking over at the hanbok you noticed the colour, it was a deep red colour, similar to the one you wore to the dinner the other day. And similar to the other, you noticed a gold band along the bottom of the skirt. Looking closer at it you noticed that it had been embroidered with both the seal of the dragon, one of royalty, and the seal of your house, tigers. Your heart lept with warmth and love at the thoughtfulness of your boys. A part of you felt weird calling them your boys when you haven’t had more than a crush before in your life. But in the same way, you have never felt more loved in your life. With a smile, you turned to Hwasa and stood to allow her to help you get ready. 

Once you were dressed, minus your gomusin and beoseon, you sat down and looked at yourself in the mirror as Hwasa opened the doors allowing the light to flood into the room. Feeling the warmth on your face, you felt at peace for the first time in a very long time. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong quickly moved on to applying your makeup and hair. The makeup was applied with a sense of regality that hadn't quite been there in the past times your makeup was done. Next was your hair, pulled in different directions and braided before being placed into an updo. Two matching hair pins are slid into the final hair-do, making it perfect. It still felt unreal to look at yourself in the mirror as your hair was done by two of the king’s servants. A sudden anxiety hit you as you realised you were to become the royal bride in less than 2 months. Noticing the anxious look on your face, Hwasa places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering you a kind but small smile. 

“Your mother should be here soon, she was staying in the azurite apartment, but she will also be moving to the cherry blossom courtyard to stay with you until the wedding.” 

As soon as the words fell from her lips, the anxiety that was building in your heart melted away till there was barely any left. Hwasa smiled at your now relaxed face, before picking up your makeup and opening the bits she needed. 

“Now… let's do your makeup so we can go and see your new residence” Hyo-Seong smiled at the two of you. 

After a few minutes, your makeup was done and you stood from your seat, you took one last look at the view from where you had been sat before turning towards the door and putting on your beoseon and gomusin. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong each took a door and opened it, allowing you to exit from the apartment you had spent the last two weeks in for the final time. To your surprise, Yoongi and Namjoon were waiting outside, surrounded by some of their guards, whose faces you had come to recognise but had yet been unable to put a name to. Noticing that the doors had opened up, Namjoon and Yoongi looked up, seeing you. The smiles on their faces brought a smile to your own. 

Namjoon steps towards you, followed closely by the older but shorter man. The younger man reaches you within a few steps and greets you with a bow. The cat-like man followed his suit. Standing to full height once again, Namjoon grins at you. 

“Good morning my queen, I take it you know where you are to move to today?” he asked, the grin just as wide at the end of his question as it was at the beginning. Pretending that you didn’t know, you let the grin that was on your face fall. 

“Are you sending me home your Highness?” You asked with mock sadness on your face. Namjoon’s smile fell instantly, as did the man smile behind him. 

“NO!” He yelled, moving towards you, before pausing. “I'm sorry, I mean… I mean no you are not being sent home” he spoke in a calmer tone. You took a step closer to the man before speaking again. 

“Hmm,” you sighed, taking another step forward. “Well then…” you carried on, slipping your smaller hand into his much larger one. “I guess you’ll just have to guide me to wherever I am to be moved to today” you finished with a smile. Relief instantly flooded the men before you’s faces. Namjoons smile returned to his face, as he turned to Yoongi, “It looks like we have another prankster on our hands, don’t tell the maknaes, we need this one on our side.” Yoongi replied with a small nod of his head and a gorgeous smirk, agreeing with what the man before him had said, secretly planning pranks the two of you could do in his head. Namjoon grips your hand in his and turns towards the pathway that would take you to the cherry blossom courtyard. 

“Let us go, my queen” he spoke quietly into your ear.

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[ldysmfrst]

Hello, dearest readers,

I would like to present the American Mate Chapter 12 Hobi, which short-circuited Y/n's brain and made her realize that she would not survive when the Bangtan Pack needed to dress up in suits for Award Shows or interviews.

Thank you, @waitingforhobi, for posting this lovely 🔥🔥🔥set of gifs. 💜💜💜

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Hoseok weekly ↳ 72/78

[demonshauntingthedoves]

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌𝒋𝒊𝒏

Hiraeth : Yandere!seokjin x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog )

Mold a Pretty Lie : YandereProfessor!jin x undergrad!female reader (@blog-name-idk )

Fools Paradise : YandereStranger!jin x pregnant reader (@min-hoax )

Price of Prejudice : YandereLord!jin x femal reader (@girlmeetsliv3)

Mercy : YandereKing!seokjin x maid female reader (@raggaraddy)

Obsidian Pearl : YandereMerman!seokjin x female reader (@angelicyoongie )

Ringmaster : YandereRingmaster!jin x female reader (@koosbabygrl)

Closed Curtains : YandereDirector!jin x rookie actress female reader (@angellgguk )

Sit, still look pretty; : YandereHusband!jin x wife reader (@aajjks )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏

Let the Villain Win : YandereWriter!namjoon x female (@lemonjoonah)

Persephone : YandereMafia!namjoon x female reader (@deepdarkdelights )

Baby Fever : YandereIdol!namjoon x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog)

𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊

Latibule : YandereMafia!yoongi x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog)

Angel's Mask : YandereMafia!yoongi x female leader (@min-hoax )

Daisy : YandereTeacher!yoongi x female reader (@cosmostae )

𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌

Runaway : YandereVampire!hoseok x female reader (@raggaraddy)

Forbidden Fruit : Yandere!hoseok x fem reader (@deepdarkdelights)

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏

Little Mouse : YandereBully!jimin x chubby brazilian female reader (@thvlouvre )

Porcelain : YandereDollseller!jimin x female reader (@deepdarkdelights)

The Scent Of The Flower : YandereStepdad!jimin x female reader (@cosmostae)

Defiant Affairs : YandereStepbro x female reader (@yandere-society)

From Afar : YandereTeacher!jimin x female reader (@min-hoax )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈

Open : YandereBully!taehyung x stalker-ish female reader (@euphoricfilter )

Strawberries : Yandere!taehyung x female reader (@cosmostae )

Cut : YandereActor!taehyung x female actor reader (@deepdarkdelights)

𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌

POLARITY : YandereBestfriend'sbf!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

DARKNETS : YandereHacker!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

Bloody Love : YandereKing!jungkook x female reader (@hongjoongscafe)

Hangman : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@aft3rhrs)

The Deepest Marks of Essence : YandereTribeleader!jungkook x female reader (@lleldey)

The Crimson Shell : YandereMermaid!jungkook x female reader (@angelicyoongie )

Obsesión : YandereRugbyplayer!jungkook x hispanic latina reporter female reader (@thvlouvre )

Raven : YandereCultleader!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

I'm not human at all : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@silv3rswirls)

Velvet Heart : YandereIdol! jungkook x female reader (@bonny-kookoo )

LESSON I : YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem reader (@redsaurrce )

Companionship : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@aft3rhrs)

Bunny koo : Yanderebunnyhybrid!jungkook x owner fem reader (@aajjks )

Your eyes tell : YandereTwin!jungkook x female reader (@angellgguk )

Brother Knows Best : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@cosmostae)

Angel : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@silv3rswirls)

You Are My Crown : YanderePrince!jungkook x female reader (@redsaurrce)

Silver blades : YanderePrince!jungkook x fem reader (@jooniyah )

Scream, baby : Yanderebf!jungkook x female reader (@aajjks )

Nuisance : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@min-hoax )

Devil's Child : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@cosmostae )

Crush : YandereSimp!jungkook x barista fem reader (@aajjks )

Heartstrings : YandereNerd!jungkook x fem reader (@cosmostae )

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule Epilogue

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This contains a lot of unaliving, hence the chosen GIF. Proceed with caution. Also bb will take a break from latibule after this. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist, Latibule IX

Suga looked at Jackson junior with a fond smile on his face as the little child stabbed the cake with his little fork, the redness of the cake in perfect contrast to the white frosting of the red velvet. He ate it with such gusto, uncaring of the red crumbs coating his mouth.

“You kept your promise, ahjussi,” he mumbled with his mouth full that Suga couldn’t resist pinching his chubby cheek.

“Of course, I did,” he scoffed as he helped him sliced the cake. “I always keep my promises.”

Jackson looked up at him with his innocent eyes, his little legs swinging back and forth from the bench they were sitting on. “Then, do you promise to love my noona forever?”

“I promise.” It was the easiest promise he ever did.

“And do you also promise to marry her? She shouldn’t be alone, ahjussi. No one should be,” he stated with seriousness. Despite him being so young, he was so perceptive. He saw what loneliness could do to someone, and how it was slowly destroying his father. He didn’t want that for his favorite noona.

“I’ll marry her. Don’t worry,” he agreed with faux annoyance in his voice as though what he was requesting was such an imposition to him. It wasn’t. It was his most pertinent goal.

“Make sure you do! Or I’ll make my dad marry her!”

He was late, Suga thought. It had taken him longer than he would have wanted to. Jackson Junior sure did have a lot of energy for someone with such small body. He was smiling as he walked home.

Home.

When he thought of that word before, it never meant anything to him. It was just a noun, something that existed for everybody else but him. It was a place you returned to at the end of the day, someplace that brought you comfort. It was a place where you were safe, and warm, and loved.

Suga never did have that.

But then, you came. And now when he thought of home, he thought of you. You were his latibule. You were more than just a place, more than just a mere place to rest his weary body to. No, you were his hiding place. You were the one that saved him. You were his safe place.

And he would never leave you, nor would you leave him. He didn’t want to know what would become of him should he ever lost you.

Bitterly, though, his house was now on fucking attack and someone had the fucking audacity to ruin it.

He knew as soon as he walked near your house that something was fucking amiss. The hair on the back of his neck stood as though in warning about something. He never not believed his instincts, after all, it was what kept him still alive to this day.

His eyes roamed the area around your house, looking for the impending danger. He hated how he didn’t even have a fucking gun. He badly needed it now, he thought. The sun had now long set, surrounding his fucking house with darkness he didn’t need at the moment. He didn’t hear a thing inside your house, no movements could be heard nor seen. And he would bet his fucking life that something bad was happening.

Instead of entering the house through the front door, he automatically went to the back. His pace was brisk and determined, his steps light. He had memorized the whole layout and could avoid any steps that would give away his position. As soon as he reached the garden, he picked up the small hand trowel and tucked it behind his jeans. As quietly as would be allowed, he opened the back door, his eyes assessing the area with precision.

He knew you were in danger, yet what he never expected was from whom.

Sitting beside your trembling form on the sofa was his own fucking brother, Jung Hoseok.

He was smiling as though nothing was amiss, as though this was a fucking good visit.

He was smiling as though no one would die tonight.

“Brother, long time no see,” he greeted lightly. His other hand rested on the back of the sofa, his hand timidly holding his gun. “I have missed you so.”

Suga turned to look at your eyes, and he fucking hated how terrified you looked. This was what he was attempting so hard to avoid. This was his fucking nightmare. “Are you okay?”

You jumped when Hoseok touched your shoulder lightly with his gun, your lips quivering from the situation you found yourself in. “Of course, she is! You wound me, brother. I could never hurt a woman…unlike you.”

Suga’s jaw clenched, his dark eyes going to Hoseok’s amused ones. He scoffed, calmly walking around the house to get closer to the pair. “I do have to assume that this is your admission of being the Judas.”

“Hmm,” Hoseok thought, his fucking smile still on his face. “I guess that makes the two of us, right?” He turned to you, his tone friendly as though the two of you friends, as though he wasn’t holding a gun right now, “Did you know that this guy is the personification of Lucifer, himself? He’s the worst man out there. In fact, you should be more scared of him than me. I have never killed a woman before,” he smirked back at him, “cannot say the same thing for Yoongi.”

“Y-Yoongi?” you repeated, looking at Suga, your Suga with questions and a betrayal in your eyes.

A booming laughter from beside you erupted, making you jump lightly from your seat. Hoseok was laughing as though this was all funny, like your life wasn’t on the brink of collapsing. “You didn’t even tell her your real name? That’s so fucking funny, Yoongi-ah,” he chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. But then, in a somber tone he said, “That’s fucking low of you, Agustd.”

At your stupefied expression, Hoseok turned to you in faux pity, “Oh no…you didn’t know you were housing the fucking mafia lord. Poor you, sweetheart.”

And betrayal turned into anger. The dark emotions seeped through your eyes, tears blurring your sight. But through it all, his face remained impassive.

“I-is that true?”

“Don’t listen to him. You know me the best, Angel-”

“Do I?”

“You do. You love me, right? You said so yourself. You need to trust me-“

“That’s so fucking sweet. Sickeningly sweet. I’m over it,” Hoseok cut him off. He nodded at someone from behind him. And then he felt it. The cold barrel of the gun pointed at the back of his head. Yoongi glared at the man stupid enough to point a gun at him, and he recognized him as someone from the organization.

Fucking traitors.

“As if you know anything about love, Agustd. You’re fucking incapable of it.” Hoseok sighed before calmly standing and pulling you up with him. “You killed the only person I love. Don’t you think it’s only fair that I kill yours? An eye for an eye and all that shit?”

Yoongi stared at Hoseok and then at the trembling form of yours. “You’re making a mistake,” he stated, his demeanor cold as he stared back at the eyes of the man he once considered his brother. “Stop and all of this will be forgiven, Hoseok.”

The man merely scoffed, his head tilted, “You still don’t realize you are in the losing position, do you?” he inquired curiously, chuckling under his breath before losing all his emotions completely. “Take him away from here. And if you as so much make a fucking move, I will blow your angel’s head off. Do not test me, Yoongi. Or do. Let’s see.”

Yoongi knew he was saying the truth. And against all his instincts that were screaming at him to go to you, to save you, to pull you in his arms, he went with the other traitor outside the house. His eyes never left yours, not until he could no longer see you, and not until the man punched him with the end of the gun in the head.

You couldn’t see from the onslaught of tears flooding your eyes. Was this how everything was going to end? After you found a taste of happiness? Were you brought to this earth just to suffer?

The man called Hoseok let you go gently, and you were no fool to think that you were safe. No. Not with the barrel of gun pointed behind your back.

“I’m sorry you were dragged to this mess,” he murmured honestly, his arm was firm as he adjusted his gun. “Had you not saved him that night, none of this would happen.”

“P-please. Let m-me go,” you cried, your hands shaking from all of this. This was straight out of your nightmare. You had lived a fairly calm and peaceful life, until that tragedy. And even then, you were never at the end point of a gun. Even then, you were spared.

But alas, maybe your luck had ran out.

“You did nothing wrong. But this has to happen. I hope you forgive me.”

You nodded, slowly facing him. And when you looked up at his mad eyes, your stepped closer and pushed the gun on your head. If this was to happen, then he had to look into your eyes. You may be trembling with terror, but you were no pawn. You would take control of your life until the very end.

You saw him faltered, saw him gulping once. He didn’t want this, you thought. But his judgement was too clouded, and Hoseok was too far gone in his scheme. He had no way but to see this through. And just when he was about to pull the trigger, a knife was plunged to his arm, effectively making him dropped the gun.

A hand pulled you behind, shielding you from the bloodshed that was happening.

“Still a good aim, Namjoon hyung,” the man in front of you praised the other man who threw the knife, his deep, baritone voice almost familiar. “Good to know all your time spent in the courtroom didn’t make you soft.”

“Shut up. Take her away to safety, Taehyung.” The other man, Namjoon, ordered lowly as he wrestled with Hoseok who was grinning despite the blood seeping from his wound.

“Namjoon, came to join the party?”

“You need to stop, hyung!” Namjoon growled, willing the him to understand the gravity of the situation. “We can still fix this-“

“I don’t want to. You should have never saved me that night. You should have left me to die!” he grunted before punching him. Everything was fast, and before you could blink, the booming sound of gunshot resounded. You felt Taehyung’s hand pushing you, ordering you to run.

And you did.

You ran. But the outside was just the same as the inside. You saw Suga kneeling on the ground, behind him was the man who was grinning as he twisted his arms behind him. But when he saw you, he pointed the gun at you.

Suga watched as though it was a fucking movie. He watched it all in unhidden horrification as you fell the moment the bullet pierced into your fragile skin. He watched helplessly as your precious blood drenched the clothes you had carefully chosen just this evening.

He stood there frozen as the love of his life fell to the ground, your head hitting the cold, hard step with a deafening thud. He could have sworn his heart stopped in disbelief at someone’s audacity to hurt the woman he had only ever loved.

And the moment your eyes closed was the exact moment Agustd came back to life with a bloody vengeance.

A curtain drew closed on his mind, effectively clouding his self-survival. Yoongi had always been a one-track mind. Nothing else mattered but to you, he didn’t find it in himself to care whether he would have to break or even cut his own arm just to get to you. There was no doubt in his mind that he would get to you, that he would be able to save you.

No, it was a given fact. It was the most certain thing in his mind at the very moment. You had to live, otherwise he would need to burn this whole world down.

You simply had to survive if you didn’t want other people to suffer his wrath. There was no living without you, he thought. With a practiced movement he twisted his own arm away from the asshole that would soon leave in a body bag. The man looked at him in horror as Yoongi snarled at him, uncaring of the arm now hanging limply on his side. Hell, he couldn’t even feel it. He stepped back unconsciously as his former boss marched to him, his hands holding the firearm faltered for a moment. That small window of opportunity was all Yoongi needed, and before he knew it, the cold barrel of gun was pointed on his sweaty forehead. Yoongi didn’t even blink as he fired the gun, and horrifyingly, he didn’t even flinch when his blood splattered all over his face. It wasn’t enough. With the weapon he hid behind him, he stabbed the deceased man in the neck, blood sputtering in his face.

Yoongi immediately turned to you, but before he could get to you, a swarm of men dressed in black walked in with guns pointed at him. Of fucking course, Hoseok wouldn’t go to him with only a man in tow, Yoongi thought. And he was fucking outnumbered.

But nothing could deter him from reaching you, not before when you were alive, not now when you were bleeding on the ground. He didn’t even blink as he shot the gun at the man on his right. Surprise was his edge, but he needed to be smart about this.

It was him that they wanted, not you.

He stepped back, grinning at the audacity of these assholes. And just like he knew, they all followed him. He was running when four of his brothers stepped in with danger and madness in their eyes.

All of them were as deranged as Yoongi, they all just hid it better.

“Long time no see, hyung!” Jungkook greeted him, showing him his signature bunny smile before shooting the first man he saw.

Seokjin only looked at him, seriousness in his eyes as he assessed his bleeding head with clinical aura. He didn’t even blink as he stabbed the man in the neck stealthily. He was annoyed. He was mad. And most of all, he hated how they were almost too late. He had almost failed to protect the family he claimed as his own.

Jimin was uncharacteristically quiet, only going to work. Yoongi felt a little hopeful that this was not going to end badly. Not now that he had his brothers with him. He saw Taehyung and Namjoon joining the fight, their moves as precise as the other brothers. Their fight was away from you, just as Yoongi wanted.

He swore that once this was all over, that you would never be hurt again. This would be the last time you would be hurt. So, you had to fucking survive, lest he ruined this whole fucking world.

Yet, just when it was about to end, just when they eliminated the last traitor, your house exploded and a bullet pierced Yoongi’s chest.

After the ashes had settled and the fire was contained, after they cleaned the crime scene, after they brought Yoongi to the hospital, after desperately looking for you- all they found was your necklace.

They never did find you that night, nor did they find Hoseok’s body. The police they bribed said that it was possible your bodies melted from the intense fire, that you couldn’t possibly survive that.

That you were dead.

And you were declared dead.

When Min Yoongi woke up from his week-long coma, he unleashed hell.

Agustd was fucking back.

Season 2: Prologue

[btsgotjams27]

the nanny diaries ~ myg

it’s your first day at your new job, and you’re nervous about leaving your one-year-old daughter with your housemate, but he assures you, you have nothing to worry about.

✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the i-had-no-choice nanny ✨ pairing: yoongi x single mom!reader ✨ word count: 1.4k |✨ genre: fluff, cute / housemates!au |✨ rating: pg ✨ warnings: cute and wild 1yo, yoongi calls her baby girl (as a term of endearment) ✨ a/n: happy birthday my yoongiiii <3 the little human in this story is based on my chunky, monkey niece, who i love so much. enjoy my friends!

[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ] | ✨ next ~ the way you are

You never expected to be moving in with Min Yoongi, but you had no other choice. The two of you have been neighbors for the last five years. He'd seen you go through it all: from meeting the guy who was bad news to watching him move in, knock you up and then leave. He warned you plenty of times, but like the stubborn woman you are, you didn't listen.

“Yoongi, are you sure you can watch her today? I can call out of work if you can’t,” you asked, trying to catch Ara, who kept running away from your grasp. Her newfound discovery of walking kept you busy, along with you trying to ensure she didn’t break any of Yoongi’s expensive music equipment.

Yoongi’s lips thinned into a straight line. He didn’t want to be a jerk and say no. He knew how difficult it was to ask for help, let alone trust someone to watch Ara. He understood that you’d do anything to protect her. So, he wanted to ease the burden in any way he could.

“You can’t call out of work. It’s your first day.”

“I know–but I’m sure my boss would understand.”

He picked Ara up, setting her on his hip, his arm tightly holding her. He looked at the chunky monkey, “We’re gonna have so much fun, aren’t we?” This was a way to convince himself. He didn’t have much interaction with children besides when he was one. Today would be very interesting, he thought.

Ara shrieked at the top of her lungs, squirming to escape Yoongi’s grasp. The two of you blinked and made a face at the noisy baby. You knitted your brows, unconvinced that Yoongi really had it under control. You pulled out your phone, ready to dial your boss’ number. “I’m–just gonna call out.”

Yoongi walked to you, pushing the phone away. “If I have any questions, I promise I’ll call you, okay? You have nothing to worry about. I got this,” he encouraged while Ara continued to wobble on her two little feet, shrieking as she ran around him. “See–she’s excited.”

You had to let go at one time or another. You couldn’t be jobless forever. You needed a way to provide for your little Ara, and Yoongi had already given so much to the two of you. So, the least you could do was make money and get out of his hair. “Okay,” you sighed, stuffing your phone back into your pocket. “If you need anything, anything. I’m only a phone call away.”

“Okay, baby girl–please be good for Uncle Yoongi. I’ll be back later. I love you.”

Yoongi practically had to kick you out of the apartment, but finally, you were out of the door and on your way to work.

“Ara, we have to run some errands today. It’s time to pick out your outfit,” Yoongi grabbed two shirts - one pink with flowers and the other purple with stars and set them on the table in front of him and Ara. She tilted her head, hands pounding the table, staring at the options before her little chubby hands grabbed the purple star shirt, babbling away. “Good choice. Now onto your pants.”

He laid out black leggings and soft blue jeans. “What do you think, Ara? I personally like the black leggings, but it’s your outfit, not mine.” She began to squirm while in his lap, taking blue jeans along with her. “Blue jeans it is.”

After getting Ara dressed, it was now Yoongi’s turn. Like earlier, he laid out two options on his bed, and like clockwork, Ara came wobbling and babbling away into Yoongi’s room. He picked her up, setting her on the bed. “Which one do you like?” he asked, pointing to one option, then the other.

“Ah-bu. Ah-bu,” Ara cooed, clapping her hands, a wide smile spanning across her face, then she hid her eyes with her tiny hands.

“Are we playing peek-a-boo?” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile. Who knew this little human could make him smile? He covered his eyes. “Where’s Ara?” He looked at her, and she mimicked him, hiding again. “Silly girl. Come on, help me pick.”

She threw herself back on the pile consisting of a black hoodie, a simple white tee, and jeans. “Just what I was thinking.”

Thankfully, the grocery store wasn’t busy since it was still early in the morning, but Ara was definitely a handful. He had to give it to you, being able to keep up with her. He didn’t envy you one bit, but it did make him earn more respect for you.

He brought everything he could think of to keep Ara busy–her favorite bunny plush and a soft, squeaky book. His last resort would be playing Cocomelon on his phone, but he couldn’t stand the endless nursery rhymes of the pale cartoon child.

“Ba-ba-ba.”

Yoongi continued shopping for a few items off his list as Ara babbled away, violently squeezing the squeaky book in her hands. He grabbed a cake and put it in his cart, and then Ara decided to throw the book back, hitting him in the face. “Aye–” he uttered, rubbing his cheek. “Baby girl–this is how you lose things,” he chuckled, grabbing the book and handing it back to her.

Ara resumed pounding the squeaky book and then threw herself back, sticking her tongue out. Yoongi stared at her. Babies are so weird, he thought.

“Oh my gosh. Is this your baby? She’s so cute!” 

“No–uh–” He was unsure how to explain the situation between you and him.

“It’s so nice to see a man caring for his baby. Mommy is a lucky one, isn’t she?” The woman directed the last comment toward Ara, tickling her side, in which Yoongi pushed the cart away from her. Is this what parents with cute children always have to deal with? Strangers coming up and trying to touch their children?

“Has the bar gotten so low for men or something?” The woman stood straight, taken aback by his words. “Why are men praised for doing the bare minimum? I’m literally pushing her in a cart.”

The woman mumbled an apology and went on her way. He didn’t mean to come across as blunt, but he couldn’t help but notice the plethora of women giggling and smiling when he had Ara. He shook his head in disgust and scoffed, “Bet if your mom were pushing you, it’d be completely different, huh?”

“Yoongi–” you cried out, plugging your ears when you walked through the door. The rap music could be heard from down the hallway, and you wondered who was playing it so loud. You should’ve known it was your roommate. “Why are you blasting rap music right now?”

He brought his pointer finger to his lips, trying to shush you, then pointed to the sleeping baby on his shoulder. He shuffled toward you, hoping he wouldn’t wake up Ara. “Cocomelon wasn’t working, so I had to put on something, and this finally calmed her down.”

You deadpanned. “Big Poppa by Notorious B.I.G. calmed her down?”

“Hey–don’t question Biggie,” he grinned, then shuffled backward, dancing to the song. “I love it when you call me big poppa, throw your hands in the air if you’s a true player.” He threw his arm up, grooving to the beat.

You smiled and shook your head. You couldn’t help but sing along too, and then you looked over at the dinner table, and there sat a cake with cats decorated on top. “Oh my god–Yoongi, is it your birthday?” He nodded, his head nestled against Ara’s. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “It’s whatever. I don’t really care, but my mom ordered this cake and insisted I celebrate it.”

“Here, let me take Ara so you can enjoy your cake,” you stated, holding your arms out for your baby girl.

But Yoongi refused. “I got it. She might wake up if I transfer her to you.”

Jeez–when did Yoongi get so good at this?

He walked into your room, gently setting her in the crib beside your bed. He shushed her as he stepped back, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. Ara let out a big sigh before turning on her side. Whew, he thought. Crisis averted.

“Everything good?” He nodded yes, setting the baby camera on the table beside you. The two of you watched Ara sleeping peacefully. “Thanks again for watching her.”

Yoongi grinned. “Anytime.”

✨ next ~ the way you are

[bibbykins]

Kidding

A/N: Sometimes I go weeks of barely writing and sometimes I sit down and write this in an hour. Two wolves inside me fr lmao. Either way, here's a fun drabble that takes place in the future of THB. Thank you all for being so patient with me. I wanted to give y'all this for my bday coming up soon, so I hope it's a good present ^^ It's con crunch time for me bc my dumbass wanted to make all my cosplays, so I should be back properly come Septemberish, but I'll be here nonetheless lurking lol

Note: This is a drabble for  The Household’s Bunny series that takes place later in the timeline

Words: `1.4k

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere! BTS x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: this one's pretty tame but still- kissing, yandere tendencies/behavior, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy mindset/perception of love, possessive/obsessive yoongi being needy, everyone in his office being infatuated with MC bc it's fun lol

“He’s so cold.” Sumin, a software developer, shivered as Yoongi walked down the hall. 

Being scared of the CEO wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. Even his stride demanded absolute perfection, not too fast and not too slow. Min Yoongi wasn’t unkind by any means, but he certainly didn’t go out of his way to make anyone feel at ease. It wasn’t his fault that so many people found him intimidating or his resting face angry. He didn’t need Taehyung’s happy-go-lucky smile or Jin’s expert kindness to get things done, so why would he try? 

“Why is he even down here right now?” Ara wondered next to her coworker. 

Sumin looked at her like she was crazy before he remembered, “Ah, you’re new, that’s right.” He chuckled, “Every month Mr. Min will meet his girlfriend at the door.” He nodded towards the lobby. 

Ara’s eyes bulged, “Girlfriend?! And he meets her down here?!” She blinked wildly, “Is she just as scary–” Before Ara could properly finish her question, there you were. Even if she wasn’t looking, it would be impossible to miss the fanfare of your entrance. Soyeon, the receptionist who Ara didn’t even know could smile that wide, stood from her chair as she excitedly greeted you. 

“Bunny!” She cheered, and Ara was nearly knocked flat when you beamed at the woman and squished her into a hug. 

Yoongi had to fight a pout as he watched the scene in front of him, “How many times do I have to tell you her name is–” 

“Darling.” You cut him off, eliciting a small gasp from the workers down the hall indiscreetly watching the scene, “Be nice, she can call me whatever she wants.” You smiled at Soyeon, and Ara swore the woman was about to melt– not that she could blame her. 

“Bunny?” She let slip, catching the attention of Sumin. 

“You really didn’t do much research before starting, huh?” Sumin tsked, “That’s bunnyboop, she’s like one of the highest-earning online sex workers.” He explained and Ara didn’t know her mouth could drop further as she got a better look at you dressed in a mint green mini-dress that outlined your thick curves. The necklace you wore held a crest she recognized as being on the ring Yoongi wore. 

Yoongi similarly admired your form even as you scolded him. Every day you just grew to be more beautiful to him, and it was hard to be annoyed with your kindness towards others when you wore him on your neck. Namjoon won and got to be displayed on your left ring finger, but he couldn’t be too mad about being the closest to your heart. You were unequivocally theirs, no matter how many smiles you flashed to his employees. His eyes skimmed your dress, taking extra care when raking over your plush thighs, but he was stopped short by the familiar emerald heels you were, “I thought those hurt you last time.” He fretted and you rolled your eyes at the subject change. 

“I gotta break them in somehow.” You retorted, “Don’t worry, I got band-aids on this time.” You reassured him, but it was too late. He was already making his descent. Quick as you could, your hand shot out to his shoulder to stop him from kneeling on the floor in front of everyone, “Don’t make a scene, love.” You reminded him, “Not again.” You added with a giggle. Last time you could hear a pin drop in the lively office, and you didn’t want a rerun. 

Begrudgingly he stood up straight again and you smiled before rewarding him with a kiss to his cheek. The smile he gave you filled you with warmth, “And I can’t just carry you up to my office?” He whispered in your ear, making your face heat. 

“I can walk.” You simply said with a grin before turning to Soyeon, “Sorry we always make a scene.” You giggled and she shook her head. 

“Keeps us single people in line.” She chuckled, “See you later!” She waved as Yoongi slipped his hand in yours to lead you up to his office where he already had lunch delivered. 

You could barely wave as you struggle to keep up with him, “You’re so mean.” You teased him, and Ara could feel her breath hitch the closer the two of you got to her desk. The worker thought she was going to vomit when you stopped in front of her, curious eyes on her form. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. L/n.” Sumin spoke like he was talking to a queen, and in a way, he was.

You gave the man a full and genuine smile as Yoongi had to look back and scowl, “Sumin, please, I said you can use my first name at least.” You chuckled and Ara watched on in shock before your eyes flicked to hers, “You’re the new girl, right?” You asked before thinking, “...Ara?” You said her name and her knees nearly buckled. 

“Y-Yes ma’am.” Ara squeaked out and your eyes widened. 

“No need for that!” You were obviously flustered as you waved the formality off with your free hand, “I’m always happy to meet people on Miyoung’s team, she’s so sweet, and she told me you were really good.” You gushed, and Ara could hardly believe anyone calling Miyoung sweet. Miyoung was scary, not as bad as the man trying to subtly tug you away, but still frightening.

Ara still found herself smiling, your very own was quite contagious and she could see why you were so popular, “Thank you.” She managed to say without stumbling. 

You could feel Yoongi’s eyes boring into you, so you decided to have mercy, “Till next time!” You waved to all of them, and Ara watched as everyone in the hall did the same. Now that she thought of it, everyone was acting a bit weird all day. Everyone had been cleaning their desks, fixing their hair, putting on lipstick. They were even dressed a bit nicer than usual. At first, she thought it was because they anticipated Yoongi’s arrival, but it seemed they wanted to impress his girlfriend. Subconsciously, her eyes caught onto her plain blouse and she frowned, next time she’ll wear the one with ruffles. 

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The moment the elevator doors closed, you were pressed against them as Yoongi’s dark eyes glared at you, “So fussy.” You tutted. 

“You don’t need to greet every new employee you can see–” Yoongi didn’t even get to finish his scolding before your manicured nails wrapped around his tie and tugged him down to your mouth. It was the only fool-proof way to silence him when he got worked up like this. Your mouth slotted against his while he massaged your lips with his own, uncaring of the smudging of nude pink lipstick that was undoubtedly occurring. 

Your tongues intertwined until the ding of the elevator signaled your arrival to his floor. You pulled back with a smile as you soaked in his dumbstruck face, “Hungry.” You announced before making a break for it to his office. 

Giggling like a maniac, you ran as fast as you could to the meeting room he set you up in every time for lunch. However, you were slowed down by caution for your heels and his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into him just as you passed the threshold of the room, “You’re such a brat.” He hissed into your ear as he backed you against the table, forcing you to sit on the mahogany top, “I’m hungry, but I don’t even want the food anymore.” He murmured along the skin of your neck while his fingertips slipped past the hem of your dress. 

It was tempting, and you were just about to give in until your stomach growled, breaking the tension and making both of you laugh, “You’re kidding.” You groaned as he leaned his forehead against yours with a smile, “That’s not fair, you know I get all hot and bothered when you’re eager like that.” You whined, already knowing he isn’t going to let you do anything else but eat first now. 

“Is that why you torture me so, huh?” He tested jokingly. He knew that you bewitched the whole office because that’s just how you were. You were his princess, and you acted like it. He may not like his employees being so transfixed with you, but it was hard to be that irritated when he was much worse off than they were, “Gonna make me fire this whole building.” He mumbled along your lips. You gasped, allowing him to dip his tongue in for just a moment to get a taste of you, “Kidding.” He said before pressing one long kiss on your puffy lips, “Mostly.” He winked before beginning to unpack the food. 

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Yoongi as your cold arranged husband

His little family-MYG

A/n:hello~ thanks for waiting~ i didn't mean for it to be so long~

Synopsis: Min yoongi seemed cold and reserved on the outside. Maybe he is. But you got to see a completely new side of him when his sister insulted you.

Genre/warning: husband yoongi, arranged marriage au,single dad yoongi, bitchy sister, cold yoongi, protective yoongi, emotional yoongi,angst, fluff,sick oc,a little mature,not me naming every bitch in my stories yoona 😆

Imo* korean for aunt

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Author's pov

Another sneeze was heard in the house following with the sound of nose blowing along with a small cough. You sniffled leaning back against the couch with a soft groan, feeling your head pounding. Why in the world is the pain killer not kicking? You shivered, laying your tired and sore body on the couch and closed your eyes. But soon a small hand on your cheek caused the slumber which almost came, to break and you opened your heavy eyes.

"Momma are you sick?" You smiled softly at the small voice, staring at the 4 year old boy fondly as he looked at you worriedly with a small pout on his lips. You raised your heavy hand to caress his chubby cheek, opening your mouth to speak but another cough interrupted you and you pressed a hand on your lips so you wouldn't infect the little boy whose eyes widened, seeing his momma so sick "mina! Momma needs more water!" Before you could stop him, another pair of small legs ran towards you both and an equally concerned little girl came in your view.

You thanked her quietly before taking the glass with a shaky hand and took a sip with a small sigh. You fell on the couch again as minsung took the glass from your hand and you looked at the twins with a tired smile "thank you so much baby" you managed to whisper, your smile widening slightly when mina smiled proudly, happy that she could help her mom. You closed your eyes again as minsung took to rubbing your hair softly with his small hand and another shiver racked your body.

Your eyes were closed but you could hear the twins shuffling back as another pair of footsteps were heard. And soon, you felt another blanket draping over you causing you to sigh as the warmth enveloped your body. His hand pressed against your arm as he pulled the blanket over your form tighter and his cologne hit your nose as he leaned down to press the back of his hand on your forehead. "The fever still hasn't gone down" he mumbled deeply, sighing and a warmth spread in your cold body when you felt him rubbing your head just like his son did a few minutes ago.

You opened your eyes, looking at him hazily, only to be met with his concerned eyes which were usually void of any emotion. "I'm fine" you croaked out, trying to sit up but he stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder and made you lay down again "no you're not. Just rest today. Mom had told me she made chicken soup for you. I'm going to pick it up along with some medicine" he mumbled tucking your hair behind your ear, frowning when you coughed again. Before you could say anything, he placed a hand on your back and supported you up with one hand and make you drink some water with another. After placing the glass on the table he layed you down and covered you with the blanket when you finally managed to whisper "you don't need to go all the way there yoongi... I'll be fine after some rest" he shushed you, patting your head in hopes of lulling you back to sleep and it was working because you could feel your eyes getting heavier by the second. Maybe it was your imagination but you felt soft lips pressing on your forehead and his deep voice murmured "don't worry about anything and just take care of yourself doll. I'll be back soon" you were almost asleep as you heard distant voices "be good and let momma rest while I'm gone okay? I'll pick up some chocolates for you both" "Yes dadda!" Two voices whisper yelled before you heard the front door opening and closing.

By the time you were in dreamland, yoongi was sitting in his car. Mentally sighing in relief to see you finally getting some sleep. It's rare for you to get sick. You're always running around, taking care of him and his kids. Always so energetic and bubbly. So waking up to you at 2 in the morning coughing to the point that you almost threw up, sent him into a frenzy. Almost the whole night he was up with you. Because you were falling in and out of light sleep, and had fever the whole night. He got barely 3 hours of sleep because of how worried he was. New for him.

Min yoongi doesn't get worried unless it comes to his kids. As the morning came, your fever did went down slightly. So you had forced him to go to work because he had a very important meeting. But halfway through his office, he took a u turn and came back home. He was glad he did because he found you curled up on the couch, shivering. It was also new that he canceled the very important meeting without a second thought.

Sighing tiredly he started the car, pulling out of the driveway. For some reason he couldn't stand seeing you suffering so much. For some reason it hurt his heart to see you whimpering in your sleep. It's been what 4 years since he felt these kind of emotions. He closed off after divorcing the mother of his kids. He scoffed at the thought. She doesn't even deserve to be called their mom.

When you met him for the first time, he was a father of two four months old babies. You still remember how cold he looked when you both met for the first time. Over time you learned that he wasn't always like this. He used to be warm,happy, cheerful. But she broke him. He found out 2 years into marriage and that all that time, he was nothing to her. At the age of 25 he divorced his wife who had been embezzling his funds. Cheating on him, also planning on taking his assets along with his newborns. He was so fucking in love with her. It broke him bad. So bad that he never saw you as his wife. Just as the mother of his twins. At the age of 23 you became a mother of two 4 months old babies. He won full custody of his children. Of course he did. No way in hell was he gonna let anyone take his kids away from him. But it was so fucking hard to take care of two babies alone after getting broken both emotionally and mentally. Only he knows how he managed to do it for 4 months. He never said anything. But he was so thankful that you came in their lives. Like a goddamn angel. You treated his kids as your own. You treated him as your husband even when he didn't even look at you once after coming home every day.

Eventually he warmed up to you. He never thought he would. He thought this since the day he came to know that his parents were setting him up with someone because they knew he couldn't manage everything alone with work and two newborns. You don't know what you both were. On the paper you were husband and wife. He cared for you in his own way. Not openly but silently. Maybe you were just the mother of his kids.Even after the kiss you both shared just a few days ago. Even after how softly he had cupped your face in one hand with the other one wrapping around your waist just as softly. You never said anything because he was drunk and you thought it didn't mean anything to him. He never said anything because you completely avoided that topic. Both of you don't know what you mean to each other. You're just grateful to be the mom of these two little angels who you've come to love more than anything in this world.

You were woken up from the sound of rapid knocking on the door. It took you a few minutes to get up. You rarely got sick. But when you did, it was like a near dead experience. "Momma should we check the door?" Mina said, hugging your legs as you placed a hand on the couch to support yourself and nodded "go on baby" you whispered slowly walking behind the twins who ran towards the door. A small gasp caused your eyebrows to furrow and you worriedly walked faster, as minsung and mina ran towards you, hiding behind your legs "it's imo" minsung whispered and your eyes widened slightly. What a day for her to pay visit. You cleared your throat, trying to fix your hair as yoongi's sister walked in the living. "Yoona" you smiled slightly, placing a hand on mina's head who hugged you tighter at the sight of her aunt's menacing smile.

You felt yourself shrinking under her gaze as she eyed you up and down with disgust clear on her face "do you always stay like this? You look like you haven't showered since days" she tched causing you to sigh slightly "I'm sick yoona. That's why i look like this. And i should have cleaned up if i knew you were coming" she rolled her eyes as you said ''come sit. Can i get you something?" She scrunched her face when you sneezed and shaked her head "I'd leave rather leave than getting your infection. Besides i didn't come here to sit" you looked at her confused, "did you need something? Yoongi's not home right now" she waved a perfectly manicured hand, with a smug smile on her face "i don't need anything from him. I'm here to pick up the kids. They're coming with me" now you were even more confused and even a little alert because she never had any close enough relation with the twins to take them out "what do you mean?"

Her smirk only got wider caused your throat to tighten with worry and you felt your heart drop when she said "leena misses her children. I'm here to pick them up and they're gonna spend the day with her-" "no" she looked at you surprised as you cut her off strenly. You gulped, taking a shaky breath and pushed the twins behind you as she scoffed "no? I wasn't here for your permission y/n. She is their mom and she certainly doesn't need your permission to see her kids." You folded your hand across your chest, shaking your head "just giving birth doesn't make her their mom,yoona." She clenched her jaw, snarling "you don't have any right to stop me y/n. Besides who are you to tell me what to do? Did you start thinking that you're yoongi's wife? No y/n you're just leena's replacement. My brother will never love you like he loved leena"

You know that.

But it still hurts like hell. And yeah if you didn't get the idea then let me tell you. Min yoona hates you. Why? You'll never know. Maybe because even after how much leena had hurt her brother, she was still bestfriends with her brother's ex wife. Feeling your heart clenching painfully you tried to ignore her words no matter how much true they were and cleared your throat as you heard a small whimper. You need to stay strong for your babies.

Taking a deep breath you uttered, hoping the small crack in your voice would go unnoticed "even if that's true, you still need yoongi's permission before taking them anywhere near her. If you're so keen on taking the twins to meet her, then wait for him. He'll be back soon." You could feel her anger increasing by the way she clenched her hand, looking at you with so much anger and disgust in her eyes "he's my brother you bitch. I don't need anyone's permission to take my niece and nephew out. You don't have any right-" "what right i have doesn't matter yoona. All i know is that she needs yoongi's permission if she wants to meet the twins. Technically mine too because legally i'm his wife and it makes me their mom. And trust me. I won't let you touch them until he is home" you could feel your heart pounding as you placed a hand on the table beside you, feeling a rush of dizziness "momma?" Minsung and mina whimpered, holding your hand tightly causing you to force a smile, whispering "momma's fine. Don't worry "

You gasped flinching and holding the twin's hands tightly when yoona grabbed a vase and threw it on the floor. You watched it shatter in small pieces before looking at her with wide eyes, as she walked towards you,whimpering softly when she grabbed your chin roughly "who the fuck do you think you are?! You're not their mom! How dare you-" a loud thump caught your attention, and the gasp that came from yoona was nothing but fearful as she took a step back seeing her brother, yoongi standing at the door step with a blank face. But anyone could see the pure rage in his eyes. By his feet, a bag full of some chocolates and medicine was lying along with the soup which was spilled on the floor. He looked at you once, and you watched his anger unfurl as he noticed the tears on your face. You didn't even noticed you were crying "y-yoongi-" she uttered "how dare you"

You looked at him with wide eyes, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were dark with anger but his voice was eerily calm as he walked towards you both "b-brother i was just-" "how dare you say that she isn't their mom" yoona's face was pale as she took a step back, only for yoongi to take a step towards her. "How dare you try to hurt my wife" he growled, you could see his hand shaking in anger as he spoke. But your attention was soon diverted when you heard small cries. Turning around you saw the twins hugging each other and your own eyes welled up with fresh tears. Crouching down, you shushed them whispering "everything's okay baby. Go to your room okay? I'll be there soon" they nodded, with mina whispering "come back soon please" you nodded kissing their head and watched and they ran upstairs. Once you heard the door closing you looked at yoongi, gasping when he gripped yoona's elbow causing her to whimper in pain "y-yoongi stop" you rushed towards him, holding his arm but he yanked it off and pushed you back gently "you knew i wasn't home didn't you? That's why you came to take the kids" he growled, squeezing her arm tightly "argh- n-no yoongi i just t-thought that maybe they wanted to see their mom-" he chuckled darkly, snarling "fucks sake yoona. Trust me. They don't want to be anywhere near her. Because they only have one mom. And That is y/n. That bitch is nothing to them-Y/n stay back!" He yelled looking at you for a moment when you tried to hold his arm again. His eyes softened and he looked down, taking a deep breath when he saw you flinch and take a step back. "Please stay back. I don't want to hurt you" he whispered, his jaw clenching when you shook your head stubbornly "please calm down" you begged, gently holding his forearm with soft hands. He felt himself calming as your body pressed against him.It was your first time seeing him like this. Usually he would go on a walk to cool down . So although you felt a little scared, you didn't want him to do something he'll regret later.

He looked at his sister one last time with dark eyes mumbling "if you want to stick to that money grubbing bitch then do it. But don't you dare come anywhere near my family unless you both want to be six feet in the ground alive" he let her hand go roughly,causing her to stumble back and she looked at you one last time with her jaw clenched before rushing out of the house and slamming the door shut behind.

You watched him unsurely as he looked down with his eyes clenched shut, breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself. You could still see his hands shaking and that's what made you whisper "y-yoongi?" A gasp left your lips when he looked at you, and you saw the shine in his eyes. And without anything further, you walked towards him with shaky legs and took him in your arms, your bottom lip trembling when he wrapped his strong arms around your waist tightly, burying his face in your neck. You felt your skin getting wet as he cried silently mumbling "I-I'm so fucking sorry doll" you kissed his cheek as his arms around you tighten "I'm so sorry i shouldn't have left you alone i-" you shushed him softly as soft sobs started racking his body. Your heart hurt, seeing the usually cold man, who pretends to be so strong breaking down in front of you "it's okay yoongi. Everything is okay" you whispered trying to hold him as tight as possible with your weak limbs.

He sniffled shaking his head and leaned his forehead against yours "it's not fucking okay y/n. I-i would have never done this without you. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come in our lives. I don't know how i would have raised them without you. It was so fucking hard-" he choked up,wiping your tears softly, his jaw clenching when you whimpered softly "I'm here yoongi. I'm not going anywhere " he took a shaky breath, placing a soft kiss on your forehead "we wouldn't have done this without you angel. Hearing her say that you aren't their mom just-it made me feel violent. I would have fucking killed her. You're my family doll" you smiled softly, rubbing his cheek as you whispered "you're my family too yoongi. The three of you are my family and I'm so glad for that-" your sentence was cut short when you felt soft lips pressing against your slightly chapped ones. You looked at him with wide eyes when he pulled back, only managing to say "you aren't drunk" causing him to chuckle deeply and he went to kiss you again but stopped when you pressed your palm on his lips mumbling "you'll get sick too" you felt him kissing your palm before he delicately held your wrist ,mumbling "do i look like i give a fuck" before pulling you into a kiss again.

His arm around your waist tightened when you kissed him back, your eyes fluttering shut as he deepened the kiss, holding the back of your head. Your hands rested on his chest, gripping his suit jacket as he kissed you passionately. He bite your bottom lip gently causing you to gasp and he took it as an opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. You whimpered softly when his tongue caressed your own, a sound that had him pull you flush against him. Your knees buckled and his arms around you tightened as your lips moved against each other smoothly,with small grunts leaving his lips.

After a few seconds he pulled back breathing heavily and leaned his forehead against yours, grunting "you're lucky you're sick" your cheeks warmed at that as you panted with your eyes closed, feeling him pull back slightly "why is your face so red? It's warm too, you still have fever..is it because of yoona? Did she hurt you-" you giggled softly at his concerned face as he continued inspecting you causing you to cup his face and mumble "I'm fine yoongi, but.." he raised an eyebrow, looking at you with soft eyes "but?" "What would you have done if i wasn't sick?" A smirk pulled up on his lips as you avoided his eyes. Your eyes widened when his hand went down amd squeezed your butt tightly,his voice dropping even more as he leaned down and mumbled against your ear "then you won't be able to use these pretty legs any time soon doll. Because I'll fuck you so hard you'll be dripping with my cum for days" and placed a wet kiss under your ear lobe causing a shiver to run down your spin.

Your face felt like it was on fire as you slapped his chest with a small whine "don't make these noises unless you don't want to walk tomorrow " you gasped at his smirk, hiding your face in his chest "where did my old yoongi go?" He chuckled fondly and kissed your head "I'm sure you'll like this yoongi better,doll" you smiled softly, kissing his jaw with a small whisper "i sure do" you squealed when he suddenly picked you up causing you to wrap your arms around his neck. You rested your head on his broad shoulder as he started walking towards your kid's bedroom "y/n?" You hummed smiling when he kissed your head again "even though i was drunk i still remembered it the next day. It didn't mean nothing " you smiled softly,snuggling in his chest "I'm glad"

"Momma! Dadda!" The twins yelled simultaneously giggling when yoongi pretended to throw you on mina's bed causing you to squeal because he did threw you just very gently. The rough throwing can wait until you're well. "Hey my babies" you cooed when both 4 years old jumped on the bed and snuggled in your chest "momma i hate imo. She hurt you" minsung said with a pout and just you were about to say something, yoongi rubbed his son's head, mumbling "don't worry bud. She won't ever get to hurt momma or you both again" "promise? " asked mina extending her pinky finger causing him to chuckle as he wrapped his nimble finger around her small one "promise, baby" you watched with a smile as she ran back in your arms and yoongi also joined you three. He sat behind you,causing you to lean against his chest while the twins snuggled into you. As the twins were chattering, he pulled the blanket and wrapped it around the three of you,holding you all just a little tighter.

Well, atleast today he came to know that he's willing to kill anyone when it comes to his little family. Even if it's his own sister.

He listened to you three giggling in your own world,kissing your head fondly. No one of you noticed how you four squeezed in mina's small bed. Oh well, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that he's here on this tiny bed with his whole world in his arms.

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American Mate (14) - Does it Always End in Ruin?

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 14 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 10,980

Work count for Story: 107,440

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work because I almost died in August of 2024.

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have pack dynamics, Alphas fronting, a scenting session with hints of a panic attack, comfort, possessiveness, angst, and mentions of giving aphrodisiac-laced chocolates to Jungkook without his knowledge. There are also nightmares containing mentions of past trauma, violence, abuse, and threats of death.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

You can scent me in the car.

You… can… scent… me… in… the… car…

It’s not like he is gonna do anything untoward– right?

Your body flushes with thoughts of the many ways the scenting session could go “wrong,” like pinning you in the corner against the door and backseat, ravishing your neck in a way that ensures you have a mark that anyone can see.

Following the hyper-focused Prime Alpha of Bangtan Pack to allow him to scent you in a car like you both were some horny teenagers with no control makes the walk through the Gala a blur.  

With how firmly Namjoon holds your hand and guides you with determination, you aren’t the only one feeling it, right?

But what would the rest of the pack think? 

Your mind was going from things that were not safe for work while simultaneously trying to throw on the breaks.

You were too much in your head battling away the thoughts you shouldn’t be having for a mated man, much less a mated man at a public event with other hybrids that you were 100000000% could smell just what you were thinking of. 

MATED MAN!

Your mind is yelling at you, coming through like a spotty radio, while your body is thrumming with the charged atmosphere that now encapsulates the two of you.

You could be making this up and reading into things too much. You did that in high school, which is why you started shying away from skinship. Who wouldn’t after getting humiliated day in and day out about being an attention-seeking fat whore in the cafeteria with no help from the staff?

Whatever, back to the issue at hand. He has mates waiting for him to come home. You should excuse yourself to the bathroom and call one of them. 

Jin would be a good phone call, and he is the oldest. 

Then there is Yoongi, who is almost powerful enough to be the Prime himself. 

Taehyung is supposed to be helping right now; maybe he… he can… Agh! What teleport to the Gala and leave with Namjoon instead of you?

No, you already let Jimin’s Alpha scent you at your packhouse. Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook intentionally scented you, with permission, in your current bedroom, which means Namjoon should be able to scent you in a car. 

They all have said they want skinship, and you said you would be willing to try. Now get it together, woman!

Besides, you told Hoseok that everyone deserves a second chance. This is Namjoon’s second chance. You have never turned away someone in need before, and clearly, whatever Lee Min Ho did triggered Alpha Joon to come out, and he needs the scenting session to calm down. 

You were their Playmate, which meant supporting the emotional needs of your assigned hybrid(s) was also part of your job.

The next thing you feel is Namjoon letting go of your hand, which brings you out of your internal argument as he drapes your cape over your shoulders. You watch him as he secures the closure and fusses with it to make sure it is lying correctly.

You are searching for anything to tell you exactly where he is with any of this. You notice the rigid set of his jaw, which hasn’t relaxed since you saw him at the start of the dance with Min Ho. His breaths are almost a perfect count of seven in and seven out, which means he is doing that for a reason. 

When he looks at you again, those forest green eyes are dark and piercing. It’s like time freezes; unlike his even breaths, yours seems to be caught. You can see so many emotions moving behind those eyes, but they are flashing so fast, and you don’t know him well enough to tell what they are before they are gone. 

“Prime Alpha, sir, ma’am, your car is here,” says Jen. Startling you like she came out of thin air. Smiling at Jen and moving towards the car, you hear Namjoon speak with her in hushed tones. 

Now that you can breathe again, you take some cleansing breaths before you climb into the car and buckle up. Scenting is simple. It doesn’t have to be extravagant. 

You are in a car, for god’s sake. 

As you smooth out your skirt, Namjoon gets in on the other side of the car. Careful not to touch you, he turns to face you, his calculating eyes searching your form. You can hear Jen get in the front, but the partition is up.

Licking your lips out of nerves, you hear a low growl next to you. Suddenly, the world outside the car looks fantastic as the car starts the drive back. 

“Y/n.”

Hearing your name said in Alpha Joon’s deepened voice causes your heart to flutter and your eyes to close. You said scenting was okay, and YOU offered to do it in the car. You weren’t raised to go back on your word, nor have you ever left someone in need. 

Since Namjoon is a temporary pack for you, you couldn’t deny a packmate a scenting session. It must be the Luna part of you that wouldn’t let you.

“Alpha,” you breathe out, finally looking at him. 

The stillness in his body and the focus of his attention is something that only a predator hybrid like him can have. It almost pains you to see him so closed off and far away.

“Bergamot and sugar waves,” he says with a slight tilting of his head. “You want scenting but scared of me.”

At his words, you realize just what you have had to have been putting him through while walking from the dance floor til now. Your scent must have been a swirling chaos. 

“Not exactly, Alpha,” you vaguely answer the nonexisting question. “I am not scared of you.” 

While his shoulders drop as his tense leaves his body, his eyes narrow in further contemplation. “What of?”

“None of it is something you have to worry about, Alpha,” you smile, trying to convey that you are physically fine even if your scent says otherwise. 

“Mine,” Alpha Joon says, closing his eyes, tilting his head back and swallowing. “Worry for mine is my job. Now, what of?”

Mine. Mine. He keeps calling you “mine,” which sends a shiver down your spine every time he says it. You take a moment to gather your thoughts. You want to not fall into the delusion that you are his, but you want to not argue with someone as powerful as a Prime Alpha. 

“I don’t know how to give you what you need,” you answer his question in the most roundabout but truthful way possible. Your answer seems to bring his attention back to you, but it is laced with confusion this time. 

“Jungkook scents with his chin, Yoongi scents with his cheeks, but Jin and Jimin seem to do it with touching. I don’t know what you need.”

Realization dawns on his face. You can practically see the times the two of you have been near each other flash in his mind’s eye before his face falls into a pout. 

You can’t help but giggle at his pouty face, which draws his attention to you again, and he pouts harder. 

“I am sorry, Alpha,” you say, then clear your throat. “I, ah, thought that there might be a certain way a Prime Alpha or a wolf may need to scent. I am still wrapping my head around all the different ways. As a Luna, I was typically the one scenting the others.”

“Wolf scenting wrist and licks,” Alpha Joon says, looking down at his own wrists.

“Oh! Jin licked me!” you exclaim. “Well, he licked then bit me,” you continued, looking at the inside of your wrist to see if there was a mark. 

Rubbing over the area where Seokjin licked fills the air with more of your scent. The bergamot is still present but lessened, alerting Alpha Joon that you are starting to relax into the present. 

Moving slowly, telegraphing his goal, Alpha Joon takes hold of the hand you were inspecting. He rubs your wrists together with his free hand, causing his leather and vanilla to join in the mix. 

He can tell when his scent hits you because your whole body loses its tension. The hand he is holding becomes weightier in his grip. A soft smile plays on his lips with pride that you are not rejecting his skinship, scent, or bond.

“Wolves satisfied with this. Alphas need more. It’s our nature.”

“Alphas? Or Prime Alphas?” You swallow before also asking, “More how?”

His eyes trail up your arm, and it feels like fire is licking your skin. They still at the juncture of your neck and shoulder before continuing, pausing along your jaw, then settling their journey when they lock with yours.

“Alphas prefer other areas. Only ours allow intimate,” says Alpha Joon.

Heat flashes through your body and pools low in your abdomen with the memory of Alpha Kook and his ministrations to your neck. 

Breaking eye contact, you blush as you say, “I see. It makes sense.”

“Prime Alpha, more demanding. Add threat of taking mine,” Alpha Joon growls out. 

Your eyes snap back to him with a furrowed brow as you question, “Taken from you? No one in their right mind would do that right now, would they?”

“Bobat try tonight.”

Oh. OH, that is right. This whole scenting thing was because Lee Min Ho danced with you. You mentally smack your forehead against a wall. 

“Min Ho, he would not actually do anything. He was just being a good sport and dancing with me,” you try to brush off his concern.

“No,” he says sternly. “Friends with Tae-ah. Must be nice. Bobcat natural wolf enemy.”

This information, combined with the newly understood gravity of the game Lee Min Ho was playing with Namjoon while using you as the pawn, changes everything. 

Your scent changes from the bergamot of fear to the mint of anger, distinguished by the look on your face and the clench of your jaw. 

“Mad now?” Alpha Joon says, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. The change in your demeanor shows him that you, at best, want to be his and, at least, don't want others to play around like that.

“Yes, I am mad now. How can someone do that to you?” you say with an attitude-driven shake of your head.

Your response wasn’t what he was expecting. He wasn’t quite sure how to take it. He wanted to be proud because his newest mate was looking out for him, but she wasn’t necessarily looking out for herself.

“Wonder what Taehyung will think of his friend’s actions. I don’t think he will like them, but that is to be dealt with later,” you say with resolve. 

Looking back at the man beside you, the resolve shows as your scent changes, yet again, with a hint of lemon: “What do you need to fix what he has done?”

“Cover.”

“Cover? I thought you said he didn’t leave anything?” you press, leaning forward, trying to figure out what he needs to feel like his personal world is safe again. “Tell me, Alpha. What exactly will you cover?”

The direct question of a dominant feeling mate has Alpha Joon squirming a little. 

He wants to put you in your place as Prime Alpha, show you, and not tell you what he needs. He also wants to kneel at your feet and let you lean into your Luna so that he can let go of the tension he is holding because he trusts you to care for him. 

The dominant leader versus the submissive lover. Maybe he can be both?

“Cover his touch,” Alpha Joon clarifies. A flash of shock or fear or nerves flash across your face as he continues, “I saw some, not all.”

“Oh, I see.” Thinking of all the places the sneaky bobcat touched, your hand pulls out of Alph Joon’s as you say, “That is going to be hard to do in a car. That and you don’t know how to tango, Alpha.”

Quickly, Alpha Joon shakes his head, “No dancing. Only scenting touch.” He looks around the back of the car, thinking of how to put what he has to say.

“Dress scented at Gala,” he says with a slight hilt to his voice. You nod, trying to follow along with him. 

His eyes flick between your neck and thigh, “Now skin scent happen.”

It’s like you get doused with water and lit on fire simultaneously. Touching like one does in the Tango feels astronomically different when the same touch is done while not dancing. 

There is no way that you will not vibrate out of your own skin and panic if Alpha Joon continues to look at you like prey while touching you in all the places Lee Min Ho did. 

You will lose yourself and not in a good way. 

What did your therapist Ryan say to do when this happens? What would Derek and Evie say to do?

Control it. 

Take the reins and drive the motions. 

Find ways to grant permission for the next step, next touch, and next level of scenting, but will a Prime Alpha accept that? 

Can you control a Prime Alpha?

“Overthinking,” Alpha Joon interrupts your thoughts. 

“Sorry, Alpha.” 

Taking a breath, you calm your thoughts and focus on the you who can be in charge of hybrids. The you that allows your family pack to feel safe and cared for. The you that loves hybrids more than most humans. 

“Luna,” Alpha Joon states when your sweet pea, bergamot, and vanilla scent starts to weave in the car with a tang of lemon. 

“Yes, you may call me that. I won’t go back on my word. I will allow you, Alpha Joon, to calm yourself and settle your instincts by scenting my skin,” you inform him.

Smiling, the Alpha makes to pull you to him. However, you stop him with a single click of your tongue. Unbuckling yourself, you unclasp your cape and angle your body toward him. 

“Do we have an understanding, Alpha Joon? If not, you will have to wait until the pack can help settle you.”

Shaking his head almost violently, his eyes widen in panic at the thought of you not being the one to settle him. Rubbing his palms on his pants, he looks away from your eyes and turns slightly to show his neck. 

He is submitting to you. It's not a complete submission. Still, it’s a step that makes you feel safe and allows you to be bold enough to keep going.

Taking his hands in yours, you squeeze them in reassurance.

Shifting to the middle seat, the split in your dress widens. Flashing skin from your mid-thigh down, which draws his attention. It’s the same leg, the thigh and knee, where the bobcat held you in the dip as he trailed his nose along your skin at the neck.

“Eyes on me, Alpha,” you command, snapping his attention back to your face. 

“Min Ho held me in a classic hold, starting with a hand on my upper back while cradling my braced hand in his,” you inform as you slide your hand up his arm to his shoulder. “You may hold me that way as well.”

You had thought the Alpha would jump with permission to touch you. This is where you were mistaken. You may be calling the shots, but he was and is a Prime Alpha. 

Changing his grip on your braced wrist, he brings it up like he remembered from watching you. Slowly, his other hand reaches your side and slides around your waist to trail up your spine, then rests between your shoulder blades. The movement brings your body closer to him. 

You wait.

Nothing happens.

You smile gently. “Good Alpha, you are following directions,” you praise him before you lean forward, entering his personal space even more. 

“Classic Tango steps don’t have as much body contact as one would think. It’s all about flashy steps with kicks and flicks. But Lee Min Ho told me he was putting on a show, and that changes things.”

Alpha Joon's voice is confused as he tries to hold you just as instructed, but you keep coming closer. Your scent is invading. Mixing his scent with yours settles something profound within Alpha Joon’s soul. 

The words ‘keep in control’ repeat in your mind, almost creating their own tune as you try to maneuver yourself into the next hold used by the bobcat. As you lean in, you run your arm back down Alpha Joon’s and push it against the seat's backrest.

“Don’t move,” you instruct him.

“Yes, Luna,” he agrees, hinting a slight rumble. You pause momentarily, waiting to see if that rumble becomes something more. You continue when nothing happens, and his eyes remain on your face. 

Shifting to an angle facing you away from a whimper sounds but is cut off quickly. Glancing back up at the Alpha, his cheeks are dusted pink. It seems the Prime Alpha shocked himself with that sound.  

Now, you are sitting with your back to his front but not touching. 

You clasp his free hand in yours and lock your fingers with his. Your braced hand grabs the wrist against the seat and guides it to your stomach. 

Thank heavens that he cannot see your face now. 

Maintaining your posture is one thing, but not reacting to the heat emanating from him while his hand softly glides into place over your dress is not something you can control. 

It feels nerve-racking, but in the best of ways. Wait…what is going on with you? You shouldn’t be reacting like this. He is mated. You didn’t act like this with Jin, did you? 

You know what it is… it’s because of this morning. That’s right, with the shirtlessness, the feeding, the nesting room, all the suits… it’s that. 

There is nothing wrong with you. 

Nada.

You just happen to be stuck in a packhouse with wildly attractive hybrid younger men who know they can make almost every woman, even some men, creme their jeans with a savvy smile.

They are just flirty, like Derek and Lily. 

That’s all.

“Wrong,” a deep voice comes close to your ear as you are pulled backward, making your body fall against the wolf behind you and stealing your breath. “Hold like this, he did.”

“Yes, that is correct, Alpha Joon,” you agree with your eyes closed. His firm chest against your back has a warmth that is encompassing you. 

Your control of the situation is slipping; maybe you never had control in the first place. 

“Next touch, Luna?” he asks with his breath brushing your skin. 

Right next touch… next touch… what was next. Oh. Your eyes open and dart to your knee. Min Ho took you into a dip with his hand on your thigh near your knee. 

Well, there are two ways to do this. Robotically and cold or intimately and warm. Again, it’s about keeping control.

“I don’t know, Alpha. Can you be good and follow directions, or will you move Luna as you wish, like you just did?” you question.

Almost immediately, Alpha Joon tries to retreat but has nowhere to go. You are still holding his wrist and interlacing your fingers. He has become trapped between you and the door. 

“Ah, uhah! Words, Alpha Joon,” you chid softly.

“Sorry, Luna. No more. I will follow.”

“Good, now only touch where I guide you, got it?”

“Yes, Luna.”

Leaning against him more, you bring your knee up through the slit in the dress. Breathe in and out, staying in control. Covering the hand on your stomach with your braced hand, you tap it twice and move back towards your waist. 

You smile when his hand moves to stay under yours. 

Once at your waist, you slide both of your hands down to your hip and over the top of your thigh– slowly. Basking in the warmth of his hand over the dress felt terrific, but you practically melted when the heat of his hand graced your bare skin. 

Your body automatically responds in a blanket of goosebumps and a pool of dampness between your legs. It’s tantalizing and something you haven’t felt in years. 

Behind you, a soft, almost growling purr kicks up in Alpha Joon’s chest at being able to feel you without a barrier. 

You continue to guide his hand to the bend of your knee, and as firmly as you can, you say, “Min Ho sent me into a dip and secured me by holding my thigh near my knee.”

In a gravel-filled voice, Alpha Joon says, “I saw. May I?”

“Yes.”

Keeping the pace you had set, Alpha Joon’s hand slides out from under yours, farther down your leg and to the outer side. His fingers are splayed out as they clasp under your thigh at the back of your knee and squeeze. 

You, luckily, were able to control your body from jerking at the electric zing of arousal that courses through your system like his is cupping and squeezing something much more private. 

However, luckily for the hybrid behind you, your scent flashed into a heady mix of sugar, sweet peas, and vanilla. 

If Alpha Joon hadn’t already been affected by the scenting up to this point, he was now, which was making his pants very uncomfortable. His mind reeling with thoughts of what you would smell like on a night of passion.

Buzz Buzz

A huff leaves the Alpha as he answers the intercom from Jen, “Yes, Jen?”

“Sorry to interrupt, Prime Alpha, but we have been sitting at the packhouse for a few minutes,” she says timidly. Clearing her throat, she said, “I don’t know if you wanted the others to know you are here, however, someone keeps peeking out one of the windows.”

“Thank you, Jen. We will head inside now,” Alpha Joon informs her, releasing his hold on your leg and letting go of your hand. A blush comes over you as you realize just how into the moment the two of you had become.

Alpha Joon exits the car as you return to your original side and put on the cape again. As you are reaching for the door, it opens. You smile at the gentlemanly act Alpha Joon is showing you.

Getting out of the car, you accept his hand to help you keep steady. Smiling, you turn to thank him, “Oh. Namjoon, Thank you. I take it Alpha Joon was satisfied with the scent and stopped fronting?”

Pulling you softly and guiding your hand to lock around his arm, he leads you towards the pack house. Shaking his head, he says, “Not exactly. We are in our territory now, and no one can take you from us here.”

“Ah, I see. I am sorry the scenting wasn’t enough. I promise I will learn more to improve,” you rapidly reply, your heart sinking at the thought that you failed to comfort the Prime Alpha. 

He stops at the front door, your words halting him. “You misunderstand, Angel. You were scenting and allowed our scenting just fine. However, due to arriving at the packhouse already, we could not complete the covering, and he, well we, didn’t think you would be comfortable enough to continue.”

“Couldn’t complete?” you question as you try to replay the dance. Your eyes widen when it hits you: “My neck. Wait, why would I not be comfortable after the whole car ride?”

“The packhouse is where it went downhill, and I could have lost you. I could have lost you for the pack. I don’t deserve your attention here, Luna,” answers Namjoon. 

Not once has he looked at you during his explanation. 

He is avoiding being himself because of that one misstep. You still haven’t forgiven him, but you aren’t mean-hearted. It may take a while for you to be comfortable with him regarding unannounced scenting sessions or the random hugs that some of the others do, but right now, it is planned.

“I umm… I know you are one and the same, so he is always there, and I don’t know if this is possible, but can I talk to Alpha Joon, please?” you ask tentatively, trying to regain his attention.

He finally looks at you, his eyes curious and cautious. Slowly, they bleed from the outside in with the forest green of Namjoon’s hybrid side. 

“Hello again, Alpha Joon. Your presence has been frequent tonight, and I am glad you fronted at my request. Thank you, Alpha,” you begin, trying to convey that you are in a good mindset and not panicking or upset.

He simply nods. His curiosity and nervousness are evident in his face and body tension. 

“I may not be happy with how my position was proposed, but I will not let that affect your ability to be who you are– the Prime Alpha Wolf-Hybrid of Bangtan Pack.” 

He shakes his head, starting to deny any further action is required when you step closer. You tilt your head to the side and back, barring the area that Lee Min Ho had traced.  

You watch his attention drop to your neck from the corner of your eye, and a sneer flashes on his face before he closes his eyes to collect himself.

You will for whatever calming, reassuring scent you have to push out, not that you even know what you are doing. Softly asking, “Please finish, Prime Alpha.”

Unknown to you, your scent follows your wishes as the vanilla of the mate bond blooms with your sweet pea. It washes over the Prime Alpha as your bond solidifies more. His vanilla and leather respond in kind and blanket you.

For a moment, you both bask in the scents surrounding you. The natural reaction of being near one’s fated mate unfurls. 

Driving on almost pure instinct, Alpha Joon closes the gap. His warm, large hands grip your waist and hold you in place. His eyes are sharply watching each and every microexpression on your profile.

The second you became connected, it was like your brain went offline. 

Your arms find their place around his shoulders, sinking your good hand into the locks of silky hair at the base of his neck. Your body tingles at the feel of your fronts pressed together, making every breath like a soft caress. 

The soft puff of breath on your jawline causes you to pause. The first touch of his lips on your skin releases you from your hold. His soft, measured kisses trailing your jaw to the base of your ear feels like nothing you have felt before. 

Somewhere in your mind, alarm bells go off because this feels like more than just a scenting session. The rest of you, the part with control now, is letting go and basking in the moment.  It feels like so much, but not enough at the same time.

A gentle flick of his tongue on your earlobe triggers a shiver down your spine and a soft, almost inaudible but needy sound to escape you. 

Whispering in your ear, Alpha Joon says, “I have you, Luna. Always will.”

Those simple words feel like a world of promises. 

Adjusting his hold on you, one hand going to the back of your head to angle you into a deeper bend while the other is securing you around the waist, Alpha Joon continues his scenting of your neck. 

His plush lips feel like feathers gliding along tantalizingly. Warm and playful kisses leave a trail of embers in tandem. Nothing lasts as every movement, marking, and pressure point is brief. 

Your mind battles between wanting to stop before you go too far, angering his bonded mates, and needing something more but what you don’t know. You are in uncharted territory now. Scenting your family pack NEVER felt like this. Hell, making out with Eric never felt like this. 

“Alpha,” you whine, not entirely sure you know what you are whining for.

THUD

Muffled scuffling is heard with pained noises and an “Ow, that was my tail!”

It’s like a bucket of ice gets poured over you, snapping your senses back into reality. The once comforting and secure hold you were relaxed into becomes a cage. The lingering feel of his kisses now burns like a hot branding iron. Within seconds, your skin pales, and your scent disappears. 

Looking up at Alpha Joon, you see him glaring at the door. Taking advantage of his distraction, you push out of his hold. Stumbling back against the front door.

Even more scampering is heard, along with a few colorful words, as your unknown audience races to hide somewhere inside the pack house.

His glare softens as he looks at you; his jaw is still set, and his fists are clenched at his sides. As the seconds pass, it registers with the Alpha that you have closed off everything. Silently, he curses whoever was just behind the door.

“Y/n,” he says, stepping forward, unclenching his hands, and reaching for yours. His eyes blend back to their deep brown as he scrambles to find a way to fix this.

“Thank you for tonight, Alpha. It seems your mates are waiting for you,” you say. 

Taking one last look at the man who stole your inhibitions and released the ardor you thought you had lost, you grab the door handle. Bowing, you feel your heart clench and your throat tighten as you whisper, “Good night, Namjoon.” 

Before he can say anything or do anything, you are inside the packhouse and in your room. You close the door with a slam and fall against it. 

For the first time in forever, you allow yourself to cry. No, not cry, but weep. Weep for what you don’t know. Was it getting caught with Namjoon? Was it for falling out of a position of control? Was it for the child you lost? Was it for every heartbreak you have experienced?

You don’t know how long you stay there on the floor in a crumbled gown, tacks of mascara dried on your cheeks, and numbness blanketing every inch.  

The packhouse is silent. You know the pack must have heard you, but you don’t have enough left to acknowledge that right now. 

With stiff limbs, you stand up and make your way to the bathroom. Taking off your heels along the way, leaving there wherever the land. Your earrings end up on the bathroom counter, at least. 

Getting ready for bed, washing your face, and the rest of the routine are robotic. Walking back into the bedroom, you make to climb into your bed, but what you see stops you in your tracks. 

There is a carefully made nest against the wall– Jimin. 

He mentioned that he might make a nest for you to come home to. You sit on the edge of the mattress to observe the time and attention that went into making it. The center is filled with pillows of different sizes. The wall is covered with even more to protect you from its hardness. You note the intricate weaving of blankets around the edge in seven colors. 

It’s a clear representation of their mate-bonded pack. It’s perfect, just like they are. Crawling in the middle of it will ruin it. 

You already have ruined enough tonight. 

Looking around the room, you decided to sleep in the sitting window. Curling into yourself, making yourself as small as you can, you cry again, but this time, the sobs are silent, and the tears are dry.

The Packhouse living room had been set up like a movie theater. After seeing your pictures in the group chat, they all wanted to watch you and Namjoon walk the carpet together. They had popcorn and sodas and cuddled together, waiting and watching. 

Constant commentary flowed as they watched others on the carpet before the two of you were first spotted. The world seems to slow once they see you– their newest mate. You looked every bit the perfect mate they knew you were. 

You were wise with your choice of words. You knew when to speak up or let Namjoon guide the conversation. Your smile and giggles made each one wish they were with you instead of their Prime Alpha. 

It wasn’t left unnoticed how you seemed to charm everyone, gaining flirtatious comments from interviewers and even the occasional unwarranted extended hugs from other stars. How Namjoon kept his cool was beyond everyone else. 

Maybe it was a good idea that he was the only one there. 

Taehyung was already making a mental list of all the people to disregard in future interviews for disrespecting their claim on you. He wasn’t the only one. As a pack of Alphas, it was nearly impossible for them not to want to bite off anyone’s hand that touched you. 

“She is doing really well,” comments Hoseok. He was worried the most because of your insecurities about being photographed. Having experienced self-image issues in the past, he knows how hard they are to deal with.

“I think her team was constructive with that aspect. They made getting ready for this event so much fun for her,” Yoongi says. 

Jungkook nods in agreement, “They were talking about trying to find a way to make Bethany Ann’s team her permanent prep-team for events and such.”

“Really? She liked them that much?” asked Seokjin, grabbing his phone and texting Manager Sejin to demand this assignment happen ASAP if it hasn’t happened already.

“Yeah. How long do you think they will be there? Joonie-ah normally only stays long enough to let everyone know and then comes home,” Yoongi asks.

A chorus of replies came, all pointing out the same fact– no one had a clue. 

This prompted Jimin to bolt out of Hoseok’s arm, yelling as he went, “Everyone get me a heavily scented blanket and whatever pillow you want Y/n to have in her nest!”

Confusion fell over most of the remaining pack. Taehyung and Jungkook were the only ones to get up as if they knew what was happening.

“Jinnie-hyung, can you grab the stuff in the dryer?” asked the youngest mate.

“Sure, as soon as you tell me what Jimin is doing with Y/n’s nest,” responded Seokjin, as everyone stopped moving to listen. 

Looking around, Jungkook could see that the hyung line was all clueless. “Oh, Y/n was breaking down her nest at 7 am this morning and wanted to return our items because it didn’t feel right anymore.”

Yoongi moved forward, asking, “What do you mean return them? She doesn’t want our scents?”

“Nooo, that isn’t it. She… her mom wouldn’t let her keep up her ‘blanket fort,’ and so she was tearing it down at 7 am. Tae-hyung and Jimin-hyung, we all talked to her about it. Turns out, she was giving it back because she thought they needed to be cleaned and didn’t smell right.”

“But what is Jimin doing?” prompts Seokjin, still looking for the answer to his question.

Bouncing on his feet, Junngkook says, “She said Jimin could build her a proper nest to come home to because she might be too worn out to make it herself.”

A mixture of shock and giddiness spread across the rooms, followed by chaos. Everyone was practically running upstairs to find and scent the perfect blanket. Seokjin got the drying and called everyone to get what was theirs. 

Meanwhile, Jimin took the regular bedding down to your den and started getting to work. It was typical for Jimin to take the lead on making the nests for the pack, but what wasn’t expected was for Jimin to restrict anyone from helping. Anytime one of his mates came near the bed, Jimin would growl. 

“Jimin-hyung, I was the one who figured it out in the first place. I can be here and help,” whined Jungkook. 

Everyone knew that logically. Jungkook had heard your restless night and fixed it with little help. By all means, Jungkook was now responsible for ensuring your sleeping needs were being met. 

With a growl, Jimin refused to let him come any closer. By now, Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok had all gathered to watch the exchange. Curiosity peaked at the unusual behavior of their normally docile tiny mate. 

“Jimin-ah, Kookie is right. His Alpha has taken this responsibility, and you really shouldn’t deny it,” Yoongi says, trying to inject some logic into this situation. 

The increased intensity of Jimin’s growl was unexpected. Not only was growling difficult for a Red Panda hybrid to make, but it was also typically saved for dangerous situations. 

The room fell silent, aside from Jimin, and the Alphas stepped back. None of them wanted to challenge Jimin regarding his drive to make a nest for their new mate, but his actions were not welcomed or appropriate as far as the rest were concerned. 

After a stalemate of what to do, a bouncing Taehyung joined them. “Hey, are we gonna keep… What’s going on here?” asked the tiger as he took in the tenseness of the room. It is clear to him that it’s everyone against Jimin right now, but why?

“Hyung won’t let me help get Y/n’s bed ready when she comes home to sleep. It’s my area to care for,” whines Jungkook, his ears now out and drooping low with sadness. 

Walking into the room further, Jimin’s growl lessens as his attention is now on the tiger, but it still hasn’t completely gone away. Raising his eyebrow at Jimin, Taehyung sees that the nest isn’t complete, and Jungkook still holds his scented blanket.

“I think you guys are getting it wrong,” comments Taehyung, turning his back to Jimin and pulling everyone else’s attention. “Hoseok-hyung, you were there when Y/n agreed to build a nest for her. What did you offer?”

Scrunching his brow, Hoseok answers, “I said we could replace what she needed, and Jimin could build her a nest.”

Taehyung waits to see if they catch on, but when seconds go by, and no one connects the dots, he says, “You offered her a nest built by Jimin. Only Jimin. She said she would love to come home to a nest built by Jimin.”

“It’s a charge,” says Seokjin with understanding. “Jimin is charged with making a nest for Y/n before she gets home. Jungkook, give Jimin the blanket, and then we all need to leave.”

Thumping his foot in protest, the bunny hybrid whines,  “Buuut Hyung…”

“No. This isn’t about sleeping. It’s about a nest. Jimin has always been responsible when it comes to the pack’s nest and that won’t stop now,” corrects Seokjin.

“Wait, Jungkook, look at the nest Jimin is building. Is there anything you or Jimin think it could need more to help provide a proper nest and comfort for sleeping?” offers Yoongi.

Jimin and Jungkook take in the nest as the youngest hands over his blanket, taking in the amount of blankets and pillows. Jimin starts to weave the new blanket into the rest around the edge. 

“Namjoon’s scent is not as strong as the rest of ours,” says Jungkook. Looking at Jimin, he waits for his thoughts on the comment to which Jimin starts counting. After double-checking that he is only counting six blankets, Jimin nods at Jungkook.

“Will you be okay if I got you his blanket and maybe another pillow of his for the nest you are making for Y/n, Jimin-hyung?” tentatively asks the youngest Alpha. 

Jimin makes a squeaking noise as he undoes the nest wall to make it better once the Prime Alpha’s blanket is brought down. Noticing that no one has moved, he jumps off the bed and pushes everyone out. His antics are met with laughing and teasing by the hyungs.

It takes Jungkook and Jimin almost two hours to complete the nest. Well, actually, it takes Jimin two hours to make it while Jungkook turns into his personal errand boy. Jungkook has been sent to have different mates at more scent to items or change it out for something different because it feels wrong.

All of the mates don’t complain or argue about the requests. They are grateful that their Jiminnie is slowly returning to himself, and their new mate is the only one to thank for this change.

It has gotten late, much to the pack's dislike. They wanted to see you in your gown in person, not on a screen and not from yards away.  Namjoon had already promised them his date with you would end when you got home. 

Seokjin, having already had a date with you, retired for the night. He had seen you in a dress, felt your skin against his, and basked in your body's heat.  While he would love to experience those all again, he would be patient and wait his turn.

That patience was nowhere to be found in Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung. Each of them took turns checking the driveway for some indication you were almost here. When the car had pulled up, the three of them were practically glued to the window. 

It wasn’t until Yoongi yelled at them to stop being creepy and wait for you to make it in the door that they stopped their window-watching. Chuckling at their actions, Yoongi and Jungkook left them to bombard you as they also turned in for the night. 

However, when some time passed and you both were not in their presence, they grew restless again. Using their hybrid skills of being sneaky and light-footed, Hoseok and Taehyung make it to the door. Leaning against the door, they catch the conversation on the other side. 

Doing their best to tamp down their scents and not interrupt, the two of them listen to the rustle of clothes, the sounds of increased breaking, soft and uncontrollable moans of desire, and the smell of an intimate scenting session. 

They are giddy at their Prime Alpha's progress with the newest mate. Taehyung’s tail curled and uncurled on the floor in anticipation of being able to elicit the same reactions from you. 

THUD

A sharp pain flies up Taehyung’s tail as he hisses, turning around to see that Jimin, in all clumsiness, has fallen off the hall bench and landed on Taehyung’s tail, crushing it with his knee. 

Jimin freezes while Hoseok scrambles away from the door and hurdles upstairs, taking multiple steps at a time. 

“Ow, that was my tail!” Tae screeches. 

THUMB

The front door rattles.

“Shit. 빨리 가다,” bitingly says Tae, pulling Jimin along the way, who is whispering apologies the whole way. Meanwhile, Tae is cursing in every language he knows because he caught you turning off your scent.

Jimin was restless. He knew the boys had heard his mistake, not that he was the only one to blame, but he was still worried. He was worried that what happened ruined your night with Namjoon. 

Namjoon scent could be smelled down the hall. It was a mix of anger, annoyance, lust, and despair. Your scent was nowhere to be found. Jimin had tried to find comfort with Hoseok, but he only said to wait till the morning to see what repairs were needed. 

That wasn’t acceptable.

He tried to peek into Jungkook’s bedroom to see if he knew what to do, but the youngest Alpha was nowhere to be found. Jimin went to your den’s door to see if he could hear anything. Maybe if he knew you were slumbering away, he could calm down.

However, he did not hear the even, slow breaths of someone sleeping. It was the staccato breaths and sniffles of someone crying. How did he not hear them til now? 

Were you a master of hiding your tears as well as your scent?

What does he do now?

With how the shadows moved along the bottom of the door, Jimin knew you were leaning against it. He couldn’t open it, or he would hit you. Did you want someone to come and comfort you? 

Why had you just crumpled at the door? 

Did Taehyung and his actions at the door bother you that much? 

Not knowing how to make anything better but unwilling to leave you alone, Jimin sat against the wall next to your door. He sends out his calming orange scent with a hint of vanilla, hoping it will slow your tears. 

He is reserved to stay there all night if he has to.

Nearly two hours later, he hears movement from your room, which startles Jimin. He thought maybe you had fallen asleep against the door. Watching the shadows play along the floor, he can tell you to get up and go farther into the room. 

Should he knock now? 

What are you doing?

Will you finally seek comfort in the nest he carefully made for you?

After hearing the sounds of water and more rustling of clothes, Jimin realizes that you are getting ready for bed. You shuffle around the room for a moment. Then he can hear you get on the bed… wait, you walk again.

Where are you going?

What’s on the other side of the room?

At the sound of your renewed staccato breathing far away from his nest, Jimin joins you in your silent cries from the hallway. Thoughts of failing to build a proper nest, thoughts of ruining things for you with Namjoon, and thoughts of you rejecting the mate bond taunt him behind your closed door. 

He will fix this. 

He will be the first mate you see when you wake up. He will find out what is wrong and correct it. He has to, and he will make Tae help.

Evil cackling laughter is heard before the voice says, “Filthy mongrel, tear it down before someone sees.”

“Of course, Mama. I won’t make it again,” you say with tears in your eyes.

“You are just an attention whore,” a male voice says.

You shake your head, “No, no! I thought if I did it… I just wanted you to like me.”

Another female voice sounds off. “He only keeps you around because you are easier than a blow-up doll and warmer, too. " 

Wiping off your face from the lunch they just dumped on you, the sounds of the cafeteria’s laughter making you dizzy. “He said he loved me.”

“Just act like a normal human being, Y/n. Then maybe you won’t be so pathetic,” the older woman says, pulling you by your hair and throwing you in the closet. “Now stay there and reflect. Don’t you ever tell a soul.”

“Meemaw! No, let me out please! Don’t leave me here!” Your cries go unanswered for days, all because you cuddled on the couch with Evie and three of her brothers in a Kitty pile.

“Why would I want a child with you? I’d rather you die.” Eric’s voice goes on repeat.

That’s when the pain starts. 

You feel the slaps across your face, the kicking of your stomach, the snapping of your ankle, your lungs filling with water, and the never-ending feeling of falling down the stairs.

“Y/n!” You hear your voice being called and know that more torment is coming. Your body starts to shake.

“Y/n, baby, 내꺼. Please, wake up. Naekkeo,” a pleading voice breaks through the hazy of the nightmare you are having. 

Still being shaken by someone’s hands, you sit up like a shot, and panic that you are going to get hurt floods your system. Your eyes are wide and unseeing what is around you causing your eyes to dart around the room, looking for danger.

It isn’t until hands hold your face and force you to look at the person sitting next to you. You see Jimin with worry, pain, and so much more etched on his face. 

“Y/n, Naekkeo, you are safe at the packhouse. I have you,” he says gently but with surety. His eyes never leave yours, the orange and vanilla scent falling over you like a blanket. 

“Ji..Jimin?” you clarify, grabbing his hands to ensure he is real. Tears falling again, you launch yourself into his arms. “Jimin, it was a nightmare, right?”

Caught off by suddenly having his new mate in his arms, he is lucky that the instinct to protect you is so strong, or the both of you might have ended up on the floor. Scooting to sit properly in the window seat, he pulls you into a more secure hold. Wrapping his arms around your trembling form, he puts your head on his shoulder and rocks slowly.

“Yes, Naekkeo. It was all a nightmare. You’re not hurt,” Jimin reaffirms by pulling you a faction closer. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble against his neck as tears wet his pajama shirt. 

“No, nightmares are not something to be sorry about. Something causes them to happen, and it is beyond your control. Do you have them often?” 

“Not really. I haven’t had them in a while, but they still come. They usually last a lot longer than this.”

“Not anymore. We won’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.” He hears you take a breath to say something, but he cuts you off: “Don’t worry about us missing out on sleep or something like that. We will lose more sleep if you know you are going through them without us helping you.”

He feels you relax more in his hold. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, Jimin looks at you again with a soft smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head and clarify, “I think I should tell Bangtan together. I already explained some to Namjoon but…”

“You only want to say it once,” Jimin finishes your sentence. “Makes sense but can I ask you a question?”

Sitting up more, pulling slightly out of his hold, you get held in place firmer. Surprisingly, you don’t feel the need to tense up. Instead, it warms your soul that your nightmares aren’t detouring him and that he still wants to be the friend he promised initially. 

“What is your question?”

You see his eyes flick up and then back down to you, his eyes distant, like he is trying to find the right words. A moment later, he looks you dead in the eye, alerting your mind, and asks, “Why did you not sleep in the nest I made for you?”

“The nest?”

Timidly, Jimin bites his bottom lip and nods to the bed, “Did I not make it well enough?”

Glancing to the bed, you see the nest again. It’s then your scent comes crashing back. Your sweet pea is slightly moldy, hinting at perfume tones and a splash of bergamot.

Jimin instantly sends soothing scents and rubs your back, “It’s okay if you don’t like it. Everyone likes them in different ways.”

“It’s not that, Jimin. It’s lovely.” Looking back at the Alpha holding you with a smile filled with sadness and longing. “It’s perfect. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

Confusion fills Jimin’s face, looking between you and the bed. His mouth opens and closes like a fish before he huffs. Without another thought, Jimin stands, cradling you to his chest, one arm across your back and the other hooking under your knees.

“Jimin! Jimin, put me down. I weigh like 1,000 pounds,” you say in high-pitched but hushed tones, trying not to wake up the rest of the house. 

It's like your mind wants to get out of his grasp, but your body never wants to let go, which is why you have a vice grip on his shoulders despite your words.  

A soft but low growl comes from him. Looking down at you, with a now deadpan face, he says, “I am an Alpha. I was made to pick you up no matter what. How would I be able to protect you, hold you, and comfort you if I couldn’t?”

Stilling in his arms, you take in the feeling of his engaged but not straining shoulder under your grip.

Finally, he starts walking again towards the nest. You watch his face in slightly shocked awe. There is no trembling, no sweat on his brown, no indication that you are too much for him. You are dropped inside the nest before you can ask questions and unpack this new information.

“Jimin,” you whine, only for him to sit outside and level you with a firm look.

“I made this for you. Jungkook helped a little, but each of Bangtan contributed a blanket and at least one pillow to add to your nest. Do you want to know why?”

Still, in a semi-balled-up fetal position, you are covered in a multitude of scents. You want to know, but you don’t, “Jimin, thank you for making this, but I think… I think…”

“You think we are taking it too far? Think that if you start accepting your situation more we will hurt you like others in your past?” he questions.

Breaking eye contact, you look at the woven blanket wall of the nest again. “The seven of you are so tightly woven together that the world knows who all of you are. Most people who dislike K-pop will at least have some idea of who BTS is. I don’t want to ruin anything.”

A chuckle comes from the red panda, “You won’t. It’s impossible.”

Now it's your turn to chuckle: “Oh yeah, sure, that is why you guys had a whole new contract written up. If I were a regular Playmate, then I could see you saying that, but…”

“But you are not,” Jimin cuts you off. “That is why nothing will be ruined.” He scoots closer to the wall of the nest and tilts his head, asking, “May I come in? I want to see something.”

You glance at him before looking around again, noting that the nest he made is, technically, big enough for at least one, maybe two more people.

“You can say no. You can say no to all of us. You could have said no to Namjoon-hyung tonight as well,” Jimin states again with total seriousness. 

You can say no, but is it improper to say no?

You can say no, but will you always say no?

You can say no, but did you want to say no? 

With the look in Jimin’s eyes, the scents surrounding you from the nest, and the little voice inside your heart, the answer is No. 

No, it's not improper to say no. 

No, you won’t always say no.

No, you want to say yes.

“You can join me,” you say just above a hushed whisper.

Carefully, with his eyes still locked with yours, Jimin climbs over the nest wall and finds space between the wall and you. He lays with his back to the door, facing you. 

Once Jimin settles, your body uncurls and relaxes instinctively. Your braced hand finds the hem of his shirt and holds on as you turn to face him. The other hand bounces between resting on your side to the bed, under your head, and back again.

Telegraphing his intention, Jimin clasps his hand in yours and settles it between you. The breath you had been unknowingly holding releases, and you breathed in the pack again, but this time with Jimin's more robust, fresh scent. 

“There she is. My Naekkeo smells like sweet peas and vanilla again,” smiles Jimin. 

You blush this time at the name Naekkeo; Jimin is calling you sweetheart in Korean. He had said it before, but you were so panicked from the nightmare that the translation part of your brain was offline. 

“Y/n, I will be as honest as I can with you. Please listen to everything I have to say before you say anything and know it is okay not to say anything,” Jimin states with a questioning look. 

You snuggle down into the comfort of the nest and nod at the Alpha. Jimin smiles fondly at your actions as he tries to figure out just how to tell you enough but not too much.

“Playmates were forced on Bangtan Pack at the beginning. PD-nim said if we accepted them, the rest of the industry would accept them. It would save the lives of hybrid Idols from turning feral or losing them to suicide.”

You sucked in a harsh breath but kept quiet, letting him continue.

“We didn’t say no. We didn’t think we could. Our first Playmate came with all the bells, whistles, and services included. She got mad when none of us would touch her. None of us wanted to. She repulsed us with her outright desire that stunk up a city block.

“She even tried to use some of those aphrodisiac chocolates on Jungkook-ah. Once Namjoon-hyung found out, it was war. He went after the Playmate’s company, PD-nim, and even threatened to break our contract with Hybe and BigHit.

“After that, all of our Playmates had the contracts you saw. In fact, most of our playmates were homosexual female-identified, which made it easy because, well, we are all males. Contrary to popular belief, even though we are a male mate-bonded pack, most of us still appreciate the female body and have experience with it.”

You giggle at the random fact. You had figured the pack wasn’t opposed to being with either gender after a few of the songs that Lily showed you. Jimin just raised his eyebrow in question, but you waved him to continue.

Pulling your hand to his chest, he continues, “When you came crashing into our lives, everything changed. Yoongi, Jungkook, Seokjin, and I were the first to realize that you were different. It wasn’t long after that the rest understood that, too.

“We wanted you in our lives before your hand got broken. Actually, Yoongi wanted away from all the Playmate scents so badly that he left the observation room to run right into the reason why.”

Pulling your hand up, he kisses the back softly, then looks at you again before clarifying, “You. None of us see you as a Playmate, Y/n. There is a reason why the contract we took on says there is the option to integrate you into the pack. We are just trying to explore what it is during this time.

“At the end of the contract, we all may better understand what has happened or is happening. Then, together, the eight of us will discuss what happens next. Just remember, you always have the right to say no.”

The silence following is not deafening, but it is heavy. 

You were given so much information all at once. Mostly, you wanted to punch their first Playmate while praising Namjoon for being an incredible Prime Alpha and protecting the pack. That is two Playmates now that you understand need a good old-fashioned ass-whoopin’.

Jimin’s words confirmed what Taehyung and Hoseok had said before you signed the contract. He was there then and agreed, but you still had doubts. How much you want to trust them frustrates you, but you question everything you do.

Maybe it’s not them that you don’t trust.

Maybe you don’t trust– you.

God, your brain has too much going on right now. The plethora of information, the adrenaline of the nightmare wearing off, and the comfort of the nest with Jimin makes you sleepy. 

Stifling a yawn, Jimin chuckles. 

“I have so much to think about now. Thank you for sharing everything, Jimin,” you say. “I think… I think I want to talk to the pack tomorrow if I can. I need to tell them about my nightmares, my ex, and let them know what you told me. Maybe we can all clear a few things up.”

The red panda barks pleasedly, and a bright smile graces his face. “I think that is a beautiful idea, but right now, Naekkeo, you need more sleep,” he agrees and moves to get out of the nest, pulling a whine from you.

It shocks both of you. Jimin looked around to ensure he hadn’t knocked over anything in the nest. Meanwhile, you are blushing at the fact you literally whined at the thought of Jimin leaving you alone in the nest. 

“Naekkeo?” questions Jimin, still frozen in mid-climb.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean, I shouldn’t,” you blabber.

Turning back to you, Jimin cradles your face in his palm, drawing your eyes to his. “You can ask me anything.”

“Can you… can you stay… in the nest… with me?” you hesitantly question. “I mean, you can also say no. Youhaveyourownbedanddonhavetostay.”

“May I answer before you decide for me?” 

“Ah yeah, sorry. I tend to keep…” Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you open them again and say, “Yes, sorry.”

“I would be honored to share your nest tonight,” Jimin says with a heart-melting smile, bringing his hand away from your face. “Where do you want me?”

That paused you… Where did you want him?

Looking at where he was, then where you were, you weren’t sure where else he could go besides where he was now. The confusion must have shown either on your face or your scent because Jimin started trying to hold in his laughter.

Glaring at him playfully, you ask, “What is so funny? Who asks that kind of question? You just lay there and sleep. It’s not me to tell you where you will be comfortable.”

“That isn’t what I meant, Y/n. I meant, like, do you want me against the wall or between you and the bedroom door? Under the covers or over the covers? Big spoon, little spoon, no spoon?” Jimin informs you, watching as each option is said and his heart fluttering at the blush that covers your cheeks at the last three options. 

“Ah… well. You are the Alpha and are the protector-ish one between us so maybe where you are now, between the door and I. Not that anything would come to get us in the packhouse but on principle,” you stammer out.

“Alright, Protector-ish Jimin in place,” he says jokingly as he puffs out his chest. “Now over or under?”

Giggling at his actions, you pull the covers from under you. Snuggling in them, you say, “I can’t sleep without a blanket because I get cold easily. Do you?”

Jimin thinks about it for a few seconds. “Well, I do like to sleep with blankets but I don’t have to sleep that way if it will make you uncomfortable. However, if I sleep under the covers, it will help warm them and in turn warm you.”

Your face drops in a flush of heat as you remember Taehyung’s words, “I am sure someone would be willing to warm you up,’ and you warm up all on your own.

“Ah well, I do get cold, and Taehyung said that Alphas were good at keeping warm. Umm… so you can be under them if you want.”

Nodding slowly, Jimin slips under the covers. His Alpha pushes him to find ways to keep you comfortable. Since you didn’t give a no and didn’t say anything that could indicate you hated the idea, he would do just as you said. Besides, as Protector-ish Jimin, he couldn’t stand the thought of you being cold while he was this close to you.

Watching you, he can tell you are waiting for him to ask about the last part. “Big spoon, small spoon, or no spoon, Naekkeo?”

Your eyes drop to the space between the two of you. Your meemaw’s words hit you again, but then the comfort you felt when cuddling with Evie and Derik followed and finished with the security you felt in Jimin’s arms on the sitting window. 

“You can say no spoon, Y/n. I won’t mind.”

“I used to be a big cuddler, but I… I don’t much more. Um, typically only with my family pack. Can we just lay like this for now?”

“Of course. I will always respect your wishes,” smiles Jimin. You search his face for a hint of disappointment or anger but find nothing but his smile of contentment. 

You return his smile, which quickly becomes a rather large yawn. Giggling, you snuggle down farther, then reach out and take his hand with yours: “Is this okay?”

“Y/n, I had you in my lap and offered to be any spoon you wanted. I think I am fine with holding your hand while we sleep,” he teases you. 

“You’re right,” you giggle. “Well, so you know, I am a wiggler and a traveler. I have been known to end up with my head down and my feet up. So if I get too much, you can wake me up or hold me in place until I stop. Or whatnot. Evie always ends up sleeping on my chest to pin me in place.”

“Hmm, I see. Well, if you turn into a human tornado, then I may have to find a way to tie you up,” he says with his eyes closed, completely missing the shocked look on your face. However, he does take note of your scent turning to honey with arousal. 

Jimin thinks of all the ways Hoseok used his kinbaku and shibari skills as a form of meditation, relaxation, and trust-building practice between them. Maybe Hoseok can use them on you and help you in the same way he helped Jimin with his anxiety and trust issues. 

Either way, the imagery of you in intricately knotted silk or hemp rope makes Jimin very happy that you didn’t choose him to be the big spoon right about now.

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Our Little Wife

~Princess Under House arrest~ Vol. VI

Mafia BTS x Chubby Wife Reader

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons, yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

⚠️Um? Yoongi is a warning on his own as well as (bad boy gone wrong) Jungkook. Hot makeout scene w/ long haired drunken yoongi🥵, Jin's a sweetheart beyond sweethearts, Vulgar Language, Manhandling, and Jungkook is a sexy hot head so watch out!☺

<- Sex Sells. V

Your nightgown caught your foot as you rushed to your vanity. You've been cleaned, patched, polish and pampered.

You looked beautiful, a barefaced beauty. A healthy glow to your skin, volume and fullness in your hair-gently brushing your fingers over your face you discovered your nails were fully manicured.

"What's going on?" You lifted your nightgown to find the same result, your toes matched your nails.

All was flawless beside the ache in your wrist, the only thing not tended too, grazing your fingers ghosted over the sore skin-

You hissed with an "Ouch." squeaking out of you.

The sight of Jimin, the very last person you laid eyes on, sent shivers down your spine. Memories came rushing back, overwhelming you with a flood of emotions. The cruel and heartless actions of your once beloved husband twisted your stomach into knots, leaving you feeling utterly disgusted.

Even more so, you shared concern for him, However you do believe that He got what he deserved before you passed out.

But the memories only caused more confusion. Why are you back home? the men knew Jimin? and that man who grabbed you. His eyes...they looked like Kookie's.

To yours and my surprise, One of your French doors was unlocked, You shivered at the numbing temperature and aura of the house, scrolling down the corridor, The wholesome family pictures successfully made you feel like a bit better.

"Kitten?" The echo of a deep male purr startled, Yoongi stood at arm's length he looked sloppy..his clothes were hanging of his figure, hair overgrown into a tousled bun dangling off his broad shoulders.

"Is this finally you? My kitten." He reeks of whiskey. Yoongi calluses grip your jaw bringing your face to his, You grip his button up to keep balance on your tippy toes. "Or I'm finally dying for alcohol poisoning and you're an angel sent to ease my pain as I pass on."

Speechless you stared into Yoongi's heated face to see a long open wound slashed down his right eye, the dried blood still staining his crimison cheek. "If so, Could you pity me a kiss for a heartbroken man." His voice deeply rumbled as he whispered to you before planting his lips on yours.

You gasped. "Yoongi-" ghosting your fingers around his eyes. "You're eye."

Yoongi's large hands ♡ swallowed your chubby waist tugging all of your weight on him. The Innocent kiss turned course following Yoongi's lead as he worked his tongue.

"Mm!" You squeaked against his lips.

His tongue tricks distracted you from those busy hands of his stroking up the curves of your nightgown. You found yourself sandwich between the wall and Yoongi not that you mind-

"Ya! You better not puke on my carpet again, Min Yoongi! Or I'm settling for a divorce." Jin cried, you can't see him but you could imagine the blood rushing to his ears. "Yoongi, if you feeling sick dead outside-" Jin's eyes meeting yours.

Jin's eyes grew three sizes. "Yoongi! You're being too rough-" A harsh shove knocked the wobbly drunken man to the wooden floor where he happily retired. "My princess, Are you hurt? Any of those scratches stinging." He checked you frequently.

Jin quickly settled down placing his large hands on your shoulders, his sorrowful eyes roamed down your nightgown. "Namjoon was right...I should have kept the door locked." He mumbled, the last part before freezing at the loud sound of his husbands coming home so soon..too soon.

In the panic of heavy boots headed up the main staircase, Jin shoved you through your door frame, repeatedly cooing apologies at you as you fell flat on your bum. " I'm so sorry, Daddy loves his princess." You hardly heard him over the door closing with a click. He locked it.

"Is she up yet?" Kookie...

You kept your ear to door.

"No,-" Jin lied. " She's still asleep." You could hear his knuckles whiting from his intense grip on the french door's golden handles.

"What?! It's been three days?! Aren't you fucking concerned-at all!?" Jungkook's satori boomed, startling you on the other side.

You never heard kookie raise his voice maliciously to anyone especially his older spouses.

Jin's temper boiled over much like your bunny's. A loud thump was heard through the wood then a pregnant silence. Jin disciplined Jungkook upside his head.

"How dare you speak to you like I'm one of those punks you beat up, You feral mutt-!"

In seconds, The tip of Jungkook's nose tap Jin's as a horrifying fire burned Kookie's eyes. "What the actual fuck did you just call me?!"

A sudden adrupt shove against the doors sent you hurling into your fluffy carpet once more as fatal squeak falls from your lips. As soon as the cute sound left your mouth, Jungkook released his assault on Jin's collar.

The silence between the two men was deafening til Jungkook broke it with a small whimper. "Creampuff?! Are you alright?!" Jungkook ripped Jin away from your door, swinging opening them open to find you, his startled Creampuff grasping on your nightgown for dear life.

My goodness. You gasped. Nevermind the fact, He completely broken the lock on the doors effortlessly. I don't even think it he realized yet.

Jungkook stood tall before your dumbfounded face, You can admit it's been sometime since you seen your husbands but these dramatic difference in appearance are not for the faint hearted, to yoongi new scar and long hair to Jungkook's entire existence at this point.

He too has quit cutting his hair leaving his to fall to his shoulders , mainly hiding a good some of his face and yet the little droplets shimmering off his tips enchanted you.

It must be raining horribly upon how drained he is.

Jungkook's heavy muggy boots destroyed your ivory carpet as he slowly walked towards your shaken figure in awe. "It's really you?" He breathed, dropping his knees on either sides of your thighs, leaning closer in your face. "It is you."

Your eyes can't stand to look away from the new tattoos decorating the left side of his neck, beautifully paired with the two addictions piercing his lip and eyebrow.

Is this your kookie?

[mclarensangel]

Chapter 6- The Royal Announcement

Warnings: female presenting character, mentions of abuse from a parental figure, mentions of bullying, mentions of the death of a side character, yoongi being adorable, namjoon being protective, namjoons eomma being protective, low self esteem, crying, mentions of a dog

Word Total: 4.2k

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Claps soon emanate from the room at the acceptance of the king’s proposal of marriage. Briefly glancing just past the shoulder of the king, you saw your two other contenders, standing there practically green with envy. Their faces contorted with anger at the realisation that they would never be queen. You had the power. But you didn’t care about the power, it was the love of the boys both in front of you and behind you. The boys who you had become so close to, that you felt if you were away from them for too long your heart may break. 

Namjoon turns back around, and his eyes fall onto the crowd before him. Rustling is heard as people fall to their knees to bow to their king and now… their future queen. Eun-Bi and Seol-Hyun begrudgingly follow the audience's lead. Once everyone had risen again, Namjoon addressed the audience once more. 

“Tonight we shall celebrate my bride. The wedding will take place in 50 days. I would like to invite my beautiful future queen's family forward. However, first I would like to introduce the two candidates who did not make it. Tradition states that you are now Kings women” he began, turning to face the women who now held mischievous smirks on their faces. Namjoon squeezed the hand he was still holding before continuing on “However, that will not be what is happening this time. The woman whom I will marry will be the only one for me” he carried on, turning back to the crowd fully “As you all may know, I have never had a… collection…” he grimaced “of concubines. And I will not be starting now. I invite you all to enjoy the celebrations. And I especially look forward to meeting my bride’s family” he finished. A sudden pang hit your chest when you realised Namjoon was meeting your father. You had spoken with the Queen Dowager about what your relationship with your father was like, and you didn’t know if she had mentioned it to the boys, but knowing her, she would have. 

Putting on a brave face, you smiled whilst your family made their way up to the two of you. Your mother was the first to greet the two of you, a look of pride and a smile as wide as her face greeted you. 

“Chin-aehaneun, I am so proud of you. I have missed you so much” she spoke, placing her hands against your cheeks, love radiating from her eyes. Pulling you into a hug, you allow yourself to take a breath of her scent. The scent reminded you of home. Of love. Of warmth. Of her. She was wearing her best hanbok for this occasion. The jeogri was a beautiful crimson colour, the chima matching the colour perfectly. Your family emblem is sewn into the bottom of the skirt as yours had. The goreum was in a beautiful white, a contrast to the dark colour of the other fabric just beneath it. After a brief hug, your mother took a step back, before falling onto her knees in front of the king. 

“My deepest apologies, your royal highness, for I did not greet you first, as I should have. It has been so long since I have been able to hold my daughter that I forgot my place. Please forgive me, my King”. Namjoon laughed joyfully, crouching down to pull your mother from the floor, a smile so handsome that you felt your heart miss a beat and a smile crawl onto your lips. 

“Eomeoni, you need not thank me. I would have done the same in your position. Thank you for giving birth to such a woman, my family and I love her.” he said pulling her to stand. “I would like to formally invite you to dine with the Kim family, where you will dine alongside myself, my eomma and my closest men. Please join us in the dining hall in around 10 minutes from now?” he said, his hand closed around your mothers as he talked. After receiving a nod of confirmation from your mother, he lets go of her hands and takes a step back. The handsome smile falls from his face, as he moves his hands behind his back. The briefly gentle-looking man, now looking every part of King Namjoon. He turns to your father, his face stern and solid, his teeth grit together. Your father, pretending to play the part of a loving father, takes a step towards you. However, it is not Namjoon that stops the man from taking a step closer to you. Its Yoongi. Both yours and your father's faces change to one of shock. Your father goes almost red in anger before he remembers where he is and takes a step back once more. 

“My apologies Sir, I didn’t realise I couldn’t greet my own daughter” he spoke to Yoongi, disdain evident in his voice. Yoongi smirked at the audacity of the man before him. Yoongi remembered everything you had told him of your father from the times you had spent together since arriving here, he had also been told by the Queen Dowager, when she warned everyone of the turbulent relationship between the two of you before the ceremony. 

*5 days previous*

The boys had decided that today was Yoongi’s day to spend with you. He had been the busiest and had the least amount of time to spend with you, and as it was his free day, they deemed it only fair that it was his day. You had received a letter in the early morning to meet him in the cherry blossom gardens, on the dock by the lake. One of his men would be there to escort you, just in case you got lost. You found out recently when trying to find a wishing well that Jungkook had told you about in the east corner of the grounds, how easy it really was to get lost in a place such as this, so you were thankful that someone would be able to escort you to the exact right place. 

Dressing in the hanbok that Jimin gifted you, you revelled in the beauty of it. Watching how the sun hit the purple shades beautifully, and how it caught the glimmer of the golden thread that was sewn into the dress in butterfly shapes. Making sure to attach the norigae to the outfit, your heart filled with happiness and love at the thoughts of the time you had spent here so far. Sitting down you pull on the lilac beoseons and then place the purple gomusin’s. Finally, you turn and shuffle over to where your mirror sat, and where your ladies were waiting for you. On the table by the mirror were the golden cheopji’s that you had been gifted alongside the outfit you were currently wearing, as well as the earrings that Yoongi had gifted you. Your heart fluttered as you remembered what he had said when gifting them to you. No one other than your mother had made you feel as loved and as beautiful as the 6 men you met with regularly and the Queen Dowager. You had yet to meet the king for the final part but the men of his that you had met gave you hope that they would be as kind as them. Alongside the earrings from Yoongi, was the ring that Taehyung had gifted you. Luna, the puppy that Jungkook had gifted you, sat next to you, her head resting on your leg as Hwasa began styling your hair, braiding it but allowing some hair to fall in strands around your face. She places the cheopji’s in carefully, before moving on to her next job. Applying a gentle rouge to your lips, making them a gorgeous pink colour. Soft and inviting, you hoped. Whilst Hwasa was attending to your hair and makeup, Hyo-Seong got to work placing the jewellery onto your body. First, she placed the earrings in your ears, making sure not to let any of the loose hair knot into the earrings. Then, she placed the signet ring on your little finger on your right hand, the finger closest to your ring finger, making you smile down at it. Once they had both completed their respective jobs, they took a step back and smiled at their work. Hyo-Seong took a step to the side, retrieving a collar and a rope-like item. The rope had a handle fashioned onto it, and any loose hairs on the rope had disappeared. It was able to be tied onto the collar. Hwasa called Luna over to her, who upon hearing her name bounded over to the lady. Placing the collar carefully around the neck of the dog, she then attached the lead, before handing the part with the handle to you. You stood up, smiled at your dog and the ladies and made your way towards the door. 

Pulling open the door, you saw a man with his fist raised. The man jumped and took a few steps back. 

“Lady Seo, I am here to bring you to the Head Directorate, His Lordship Min Yoongi, please accompany me this way,” he says, bowing slightly and moving his arm to gesture the way towards the cherry blossom gardens. Bowing slightly back, you turn and smile towards your ladies before moving out of your apartment and following after the young man just ahead of you. Moments later, you arrive in front of the man who you had previously been told about. Min Yoongi, in the flesh. He stood by a large piece of fabric on the ground. Pillows are strategically placed, allowing for comfort as well as for being able to see each other comfortably. A small wooden table sat near the end of the pier. It held so many of your favourite foods, that you have discussed with the Queen Dowager or one of the other boys. Everything from your favourite snack to your favourite dessert was on the table. Another table just to the left of it, held different drinks, also, more of your favourites. Luna didn’t care to notice your admiration and tugged on the rope to get to Yoongi, wanting belly rubs from the man. Yoongi noticing the pull on the lead gave you a swift nod, and you let go of the lead, allowing her to run to the man, desperate for his attention. You smile at the sight of the usually stoic man, smiling a gummy smile down at the small dog. Your heart felt so full at that very moment. Seconds later, Luna got bored with the tummy rubs and went and laid on one of the cushions, lying directly on her back, paws in the air, soaking in the sun as if she was a human trying to soak up the sun into their bones. Yoongi lets out a short laugh, directing his gummy smile towards you, before holding his hand out…

“Shall we, Lady Seo?” he asks. You smile back at the man, taking his hand and allowing him to lead the way over to the cushions. 

“I may have had to ask the boys and eommoni what your favourite food and drinks are,” he said nervously, taking a jug of liquid and pouring it into two separate cups. Handing one to you and then taking his. You both smile at each other and take a small sip of the liquid. A content smile leaves your lips once you have swallowed the sweet liquid. It was peach tea, much like the tea that is served at the Queen Dowager’s luncheons. Served in your favourite way, cold and sweet. You take another happy sip, before placing the cup down and turning to look at the man before you. 

“You did not need to do all of this for me, my lord,” you told him before continuing “I deeply appreciate and love this, but it is not I that deserves this”. The words that come out of your mouth quickly make the man before you snap his head to you in shock. 

“Why is it that you have decided that you do not deserve this? What or who has made you believe that you are not worthy of all the love and attention that you receive? Tell me who and I shall have their heads immediately” the blonde-haired man speaks to you, his voice serious and his eyes full of questions and… worry? Why is the man before you worried? It could not be that he has feelings for you, you tell yourself. Bowing your head slightly, you try to put into words the thoughts that are swirling around in your head. 

“I do not know how much the Queen Dowager has told you about myself. So please allow me to tell you myself.” you began “When I was growing up, I briefly attend schooling, mainly on elegance, reading and other such subjects. Whilst attending this school, I met Yeji, my best friend, and my school bullies, who are also here, Kim Seol-Hyun and Kwon Eun-Bi. They made my life in and around that school a living nightmare, they would constantly taunt my weight and…. The…. my….. My sister died when I was younger, it couldn’t be helped, we did everything we could, tried every doctor, and every medicine. Nothing worked, and she passed away in my arms. The two girls somehow knew of this and told me every day that it was my fault, that the reason she passed was due to me, and that she never got any food, but that wasn’t true. I barely ate when my unnie was ill, I was always the one looking after her. And that’s when my father started drinking, using the money on beer instead of looking after his family. I tried so hard to keep my family together, but I just couldn’t do it. And those two… beasts made everything worse, to the point where I engrained into my brain that I was undeserving of love, because surely if three people tell you that you are unworthy of love that must be true right?” you spoke. You jumped when you felt a soft thumb touch your cheek, wiping away the tears you didn’t know that you had spilt. 

“You are worth so much more than their meaningless words, you are worthy of so much love and you deserve so much love. They do not even deserve to be in your presence. You are an angel that has been sent down to show us what we have been missing and what we need in our lives. You don’t have to tell me any more if your heart does not desire to do so” He spoke, his eyes never leaving yours, as he continued to wipe more tears away from your rosy cheeks. 

“Things between my father and I got a lot worse when unnie died. He drank more, and he treated me worse. He would come home from drinking and say ‘im using this money for your future’, he would tell me that his drinking was all my fault. That it should have been me who died. The night that Lord Kim Seokjin announced that the King was looking for a Queen in our village was the night that my father attacked me for the first time. When I came home with the news that the Supreme Commissioner had visited and told us the news, he told me that I would not be proceeding with the application. I tried to be brave” you continued on. Yoongi took a hold of both your hands, enveloping his large ones with yours. He squeezed them and you gave him a gentle smile before continuing on. “ I told him that he has no authority in this decision, that the law dictated that we must, or our family would be shamed. My mother was so happy to be able to do this for me. She told me to go and get myself ready for the dinner that we would be having with the Hwangs. And so I did, I went to my room to get myself ready and I had taken some of my braids out when my father stormed into the room. I had never seen him so angry before. I felt trapped… and…. And… scared” you spoke. Tears began falling down your face at a more rapid pace. Yoongi could see your eyes beginning to fill with fear as the story continued on. “He stormed in and told me that I was treating him as a child as if I was his parent. I was sitting down, so I thought standing up might make me safer, but he obviously thought differently. He lunged towards me, and he grabbed some of the braids that were still tied and yanked me to the floor with them. I remember hitting my head and then him screaming at me” you stated. Yoongi continued to watch as your eyes became more and more distant as if you weren’t really there with him. Almost like you had been transported into your memory. He moved to sit next to you, holding you in his arms. Allowing you to feel safe when you’re body was feeling terrified. “Even when I was on the ground he screamed ‘I am the man of this house’ and ‘I make the rules’. One of the things that hurt more than what he did was his screaming in my face ‘not a’” you hiccuped “ ‘a fat little girl who won’t even make it past the first stage’ and then he crouched down to my height, and told me that it should have been me that died, and I should never have been born and that I was a disgrace.” You finished, looking up into Yoongi’s brown eyes. Your eyes became more focused and then a light smile hit your lips “that's when my eomma came in. She grabbed him by his ear and dragged him out by it. I had never seen so much fire and anger in that women’s eyes ever before. It was truly a sight to behold. Once she had pulled him out of the house, she came back in and told me that I was none of those things that the man had told me and she held me as I curled up into her arms, My eomma has always been my biggest supporter.” you finished. Yoongi looked at you, and he didn’t look at you with shame or embarrassment, there was a look in his eyes that almost reminded you of love. He held you in his arms for a few moments longer before speaking to you again “your eomma is right, you are none of those things that the disgrace of man who calls himself your father called you. You are so much more. I have only known you for a short while but I know that I cannot let you leave my life. My life is so much better now that you are a part of it. And if I have anything to do with it, Namjoon… I mean the king, will make you his wife, and I… I mean we… I mean he, will be able to dote on you for the rest of your life. You are worth so much more than what he says, and if I ever have the displeasure of meeting him, know that I will have a few choice words to say to him” He tells you, his face stern, his eyes looking off into the horizon, making you giggle at his almost heroic position. 

“Thank you, Lord Min,” you told him.

“Call me Yoongi” he responded

“Thank you, Yoongi” you repeated. “I do have a question for you, however,” you continued 

“Question away nae salang/Sarang,” he told you, making you blush at him calling you ‘his love’.

“What is the relationship between you, the Great King and his other men? You need not tell me if it makes you uncomfortable my lord” you questioned. “Sorry I mean Yoongi”

The man laughs at your minor slip-up, making you feel at ease. He turned his body slightly more towards you. 

“The king, his men and I, well…” he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing “we are together. Romantically that is. But I personally have felt that we weren’t quite complete like there was something or someone missing. And I can’t speak for the other boys, well I can a little bit due to the discussions we’ve had. But when we saw you, it was like everything in the world became brighter, the colours more radiant, the breeze that much sweeter. Like you were destined to be ours. And so we told Namjoon, who will be choosing the final woman to be the bride, and we all concluded that you were the woman we wanted. So if you’ll have us, we want you. We all want you” he finished, looking you directly in the eyes, fear and nervousness swirling around in his eyes, as he waited with bated breath for your rejection or acceptance of his admission. 

“I want nothing more than to be yours, all of yours,” you told the man before you, bringing your hand up to rest against his cheek. His eyes lit up with joy as he stood up, pulled you up, and lifted you into his arms, spinning you around

“You need not apologise Sir Seo, but it is your King who you should address first, not your daughter. Or do you not have any respect for your King or even your future son-in-law” Yoongi spoke. His back was straight, his ceremonial robes fitting to perfection around every crease of his body, and his right hand resting gracefully on the katana that dangled from his left-hand side. The man before him looked flabbergasted. Namjoon let out a quiet snicker beside you that he easily covered as a cough if you did not know any better. 

“Who do you think you are, telling me who I shall and shan’t greet? The Great King was accepting of my wife greeting our beloved daughter before him, so I shall do the same” Your father spoke, digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole. Before Yoongi had a chance to respond to the ill-mannered man before him, the Queen Dowager stood, moving to stand between your father and the men who stood on either side of you. 

“The man who you are talking to” the Queen Dowager started “is the Head Directorate, a man way beyond your station. It is required of you to speak to him with respect. Or you see that katana that he holds so elegantly?” She spoke, moving her hand and body to gesture to the large blade that Yoongi held, her head turning just slightly more than her body to send a wink to the three of you. Once she has gestured, she moves her body back towards the man who fidgets in his spot, taking a step closer towards him, her face stiffening with hidden anger. She lowers her voice so that only those nearby can hear “I will personally assure you that he uses that ever so sharp blade to cut your head clean from your neck. If you ever think about disrespecting my family. Ever. again. Is that understood?”. The man before her swallowed in fear before nodding and bowing deeply towards the revered woman. 

He moves and stands in front of the king. He too falls to his knees and bows multiple times before him. Waiting for the command to stand to fall from the gracious king’s lips. He bows 5 more times before the words slip from between the plump lips of the king. 

“You may stand,” he tells him, his voice deep with authority. “However,” he continues on “as you so like to drink, you shall be sent to the bar. For good. You will never see your family again, you have lost your title, and if you think of ever causing any trouble, my mother will see that her threat becomes reality. Do you understand me?”. Your father stands there, his mouth falling open and closed as if he were a fish. After a few moments without a response, he sighs deeply before repeating. “I said. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” enunciating his every word. Your father, still not responding, stands there. It is only when Namjoon calls for the guards that he begins to realise the depths of his situation and tries to scramble his way out of it. He falls to the ground again and bows as deeply as possible, begging the tall man before him for his forgiveness. But Namjoon does not budge a single inch, glaring down at the man with the most amount of distaste you had ever seen in anyone's eyes. 

When your father has finally been removed from the room. Namjoon turns to your mother. 

“Eommani, I sincerely and deeply apologise for having to do that within your presence. It would be my greatest honour to house you within my kingdom. Would you do me that honour?” He asks the woman who is a striking resemblance to you. 

“It would be my honour, your highness she says” bowing as low as she can once more. Namjoon pulls her up before she can reach the floor before telling her “you need not bow towards me eommani, it is I who should bow to you.” He states, going to bow himself. Your mother stops him before he can even bow his back more than 45 degrees. She holds his hands in hers and speaks…

“Please call me eomma”

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[hamsterclaw]

Swing

You're navigating your way through the political ranks. Your boss, Assistant Secretary of State Kim Namjoon, is sexy and unpredictable, and your colleague Min Yoongi is cynical and hard-nosed. And then there's Taehyung, whom you know you can't trust. You've got no idea how you're going to survive any of this, but you've sure as hell got to try.

A prequel to Politico.

Pairing: Taehyung x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut, weak political satire

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, sneakiness

Min Yoongi swears like his life depends on it, emotion making each word vibrate in the air. 

‘Shitting fuck!’ 

In another life you think he’d be great spitting verses as a rapper. 

He’s got the persona for it, he’s got the steely determination, the don’t give a fuck swagger, the ability to give the impression he’s one screw away from going totally unhinged. 

Today, though, you’re struggling to follow. 

‘What? These optics are great!’ you say, gesturing to your boss, Assistant Secretary of State Kim Namjoon, dimpling prettily as he holds a chubby baby at the meet and greet he’s doing. 

Yoongi doesn’t answer, already lunging forward like he can see the future. 

‘Ah shit,’ you mutter, jumping forward to help. 

You’re too far away, but Yoongi isn’t, one hand already out pressing against the baby’s back as Namjoon stumbles and nearly drops him. 

Namjoon looks sheepish, Yoongi scowls, and the baby smiles like it’s having a great time sandwiched between the two men. 

Impatient, Yoongi hooks an hand under the baby’s armpit and hoists him fully into his arms, parking him on his hip like he’s a dad of four who mows the lawn on a Sunday and coaches junior baseball. 

You wait for the baby to have an adverse reaction to Yoongi’s stern expression and the caffeine emanating from his pores, but to your surprise, he just snuggles deeper into Yoongi’s side like he’s enjoying it there. 

Namjoon and Yoongi keep moving, walking up the line, greeting people, and you wonder how they’re going to return the baby to its rightful owner. 

By the time you catch up, Namjoon and Yoongi have reached the entrance of the community centre. 

‘You need to return this baby,’ you say, waving a hand. 

The baby waves back at you, and you realise he has dimples just like your boss. 

‘Ah shit, Namjoon, is this actually your child?’ 

‘The only paternity test I’ve had done came back negative,’ Namjoon informs you, holding out his arms for the baby. 

Yoongi takes a step back, avoiding Namjoon’s arms. ‘That’s not the way paternity results are reported,’ he says, rolling his eyes. ‘Besides, that woman was way out of your league.’ 

‘Shit, did you try to entrap someone?’ you ask. 

‘Stop swearing in front of the baby,’ Namjoon complains. 

You hold out your arms, and Yoongi passes you the baby. 

The baby looks at you expectantly. 

‘Oh, are you waiting for me to suck the happiness out of the room? Only your Uncle Yoongi does that,’ you coo. 

‘You look really sexy holding a baby,’ Namjoon says, nodding approvingly. 

Yoongi glances at you. ‘She kind of does,’ he agrees. 

‘Who does this baby belong to?’ you ask, ignoring them. 

‘I didn’t know I had a kink for that,’ Namjoon says thoughtfully. 

‘What? What about that girl you dated in college? The one you kept saying had ‘child bearing’ hips?’ Yoongi scoffs. 

‘Forget it,’ you mutter, hoisting the baby up. ‘Come on, kid, I’ll find your mom.’ 

***

You’re trying not to stare at your boss doing pull-ups, grunting on each upward pull, sweating into his fitted workout gear.

‘Write it down,’ says Yoongi, raising a knowing eyebrow at you.

‘Write what down?’ you inquire, reasonably. ‘He’s just grunting.’

‘Kisung’s angling for a spot on the Angleson inquiry panel,’ Namjoon pants, giving you a sideways look as he lowers himself back on the floor.

Your eyes follow a particularly juicy looking drop of sweat as it rolls down his forehead, slips past the dent of his dimple, trickles down his jaw and down his thick neck, disappearing in between his glorious pecs.

It’s blotted out by his fitted, white, sweat-wicking top, but you keep going down, past his flat stomach, the drawstring tie of his shorts, the bulge of his —-

‘Fucking cock,’ hisses Yoongi.

Your eyes snap up guiltily but neither of them are looking at you.

There’s a waft of clean scent, pleasing and somehow expensive, accompanied by two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

‘Hoseok,’ says Namjoon, pleasantly.

Yoongi snorts with unconcealed contempt.

‘Namjoon. Yoongi,’ says Hoseok. He smiles charmingly at you, and you can’t help but smile back.

He holds out his hand. ‘Jung Hoseok,’ he says.

Yoongi steps in front of you. ‘Don’t touch my minion, Hoseok,’ he snarls.

‘I’m not a —-‘ you start to protest, when Namjoon steps in front of you too.

‘What would you like to tell us about, Hoseok?’ 

Hoseok’s smile never falters. ‘I wanted to give you a heads up,’ he says. ‘Han Kisung’s in a meeting with Lee Min Hyeok right now. Isn’t Min Hyeok leading on your police accountability campaign?’

‘Thank you for the information,’ Namjoon says, evenly. ‘Why would you tell us this?’

‘I’d like to make amends, of course,’ Hoseok says, smoothly. 

The second man, silent thus far, catches your eye when he shifts his weight.

You glance at him and he’s staring back at you, eyes hooded. 

When he sees you’re looking he smirks and slips the tip of his tongue over his lips so deliberately you’d be blushing if you weren’t already dead inside from this job.

He holds out his hand. ‘Kim Taehyung.’

‘Y/N L/N,’ you say.

Predictably, he runs the pad of his thumb over your knuckles as you shake.

Unexpectedly, you find yourself not disgusted.

‘Young love,’ muses Hoseok.

‘Get away from the snake’s minion, Y/N,’ Yoongi snaps.

Hoseok looks hurt, perfect lower lip pushed out in a pout.

Taehyung ignores them both. 

‘I’m going out with a bunch of other interns tonight,’ he says, voice so low it’s almost a purr. ‘We’ll be at that new place in town, near the river. You should come.’

You have no idea how he makes perfectly normal words sound so nasty, but you’re getting more interested in finding out with every passing minute.

He smiles at you, and you blink, blinded by how ethereally beautiful he is. 

You can only stare after him as he and Hoseok leave the gym.

‘Don’t fall for anything that snake or his minion says,’ Yoongi warns, snapping you out of your daze.

‘Of course not,’ you say, quickly. 

You weren’t born yesterday. You know you can’t trust anyone. 

Especially if they’re as beautiful as Kim Taehyung.

***

You’re by the bar, sipping your drink, when there’s a familiar waft of cologne.

You’re about to turn when Kim Taehyung slides in next to you smoothly.

He’s standing much too close, but you like it.

He leans down, his velvety voice as intimate as a caress. 

‘I was hoping you’d come,’ he says.

You smile at him coolly, trying to conceal the fact that you’re melting under his intense gaze, the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the room. 

Fuck. Is it warm in here?

‘I heard the drinks were good here.’ 

‘The food’s good too. Come join us, my friend Arisu has a table.’ 

You wind up sitting next to Taehyung. There are a few faces you recognise, more you don’t. Taehyung doesn’t give you a chance to feel anything but welcome. 

He props an arm on the back of your chair, so close you get wafts of his cologne every time he moves. 

So close you can feel the heat radiating off his bare forearm. 

You remind yourself he’s not to be trusted. 

So then why are you here? Why are you leaning against his arm, finding excuses to turn his way, sipping your wine to fortify you?

The fact is, he’s the best looking man to show an interest in you in a while, and you need a man to lust after who’s not your sexy and intelligent boss Namjoon or your volatile and sharp colleague Yoongi. 

Your skin prickles as Taehyung leans even closer and you feel the warmth of his breath by your ear.

‘Want to get out of here?’ he asks.

‘My apartment’s round the corner,’ you reply. 

‘Perfect,’ Taehyung says, and the approval you hear in his voice makes pleasure pool low down in your belly.

The walk to your apartment is short, full of delicious anticipation.

You find you like the height difference between you, the way his broad shoulders nudge against yours as he places a hand on the small of your back.

You push your front door closed behind you and turn to see he’s shrugging off his coat.

He smiles, offers to help you with yours.

His thumb presses a scorching circle into the back of your neck as he takes your coat off.

When you turn to face him again he’s leaning over you.

You reach out, curl a hand around his neck and kiss him.

He’s soft, lips parting against yours in slow, drugging kisses that make you shiver. 

The warm heat of his mouth makes you press into him more, your hands sliding around his waist to his back. 

His belt buckle presses into the softness of your torso.

Taehyung nudges you flat against the door. One hand curls around the back of your head, the other splays low down on your back, making slow passes over your ass until you whine into his mouth and he cups your ass fully, pulling you into his frame.

He pulls back, eyes hooded, so dark they look almost black.

‘Upstairs?’ you ask. It’s half an invitation, half a plea.

When he speaks, his voice has dropped so low you can barely make out his words.

You grasp his hand and he follows you to your bedroom.

He undresses you like he dressed you himself, fingers nimble over the buttons of your blouse. 

He hums with pleasure as your blouse slides off you, followed by your skirt.

Your skin feels hot as his eyes roam, you’d be self-conscious if he wasn’t getting undressed himself, stepping out of his trousers, letting his belt fall to the carpeted floor with a muffled thud.

He unbuttons his shirt, and then he’s standing before you in just his boxer briefs, all golden skin and a smirk on his face that only turns you on more.

He reaches out, cupping the weight of your breast, tongue flicking out from between his lips as your nipple presses against the thin lacy material of your bra.

Your hips move of their own volition, and he lets go of your breast to sit on your bed like he belongs there.

He spreads a little, pats his thigh. ‘Sit on me,’ he says, voice thick, buttery.

You settle into his lap, legs either side of his taut torso. The bulge of his cock nestles between your legs, hard and hot against your centre.

He cups your breast again, reaches behind your back. ‘Can I take this off?’

You unhook your bra and he presses a kiss over the upper curve of your breasts. He nudges your flesh with his nose and licks a firm stripe over your taut nipple.

You whimper as he lavishes attention on your breasts, lapping at your nipples, sucking a hickey into your left breast.

Your panties are ruined, bunched between your legs, and you’re rolling your slit over his bare cock. Taehyung lifts his lips from your breasts just long enough to groan and grip your hip.

‘You’re so wet, baby, look at you making a mess on my dick,’ he says, grunting as you roll your hips again. 

‘Want you,’ you plead.

He grins at you as you pass him a condom, and he’s so pretty he takes your breath away.

‘Put it on me,’ he says. 

He groans as you pinch the tip and roll the condom down over his shaft.

Then you’re lowering yourself down on top of him, whining at the slide. His cock is thick, girthy and curved so that it hits you just right when he’s fully inside you.

Taehyung looks up at you, somehow still in control even though you’re on top of him.

He bucks his hips up into you, gripping your hips so he can fuck you in hard, deep strokes. 

You lean over his chest, and he opens his mouth eagerly, capturing your lips, one hand leaving your hips to cup your head.

‘Easy, baby, easy,’ he murmurs against your skin, voice slurred, a deep baritone that makes you clench around him helplessly. 

He splays a big warm hand over your ass, helping you ride him.

‘Tae,’ you gasp, ‘I’m —-‘

You cry out as you come, waves of pleasure making your breath quicken and your teeth clamp down on his lower lip.

He hisses but he doesn’t stop, grinding up into you until he comes with a deep groan. His fingers are so tight on your ass cheek you’re sure he’ll leave marks. 

You collapse down next to him, panting.

Taehyung ties off the condom, tosses it on the floor and you’re so fucked out you can’t find it in yourself to care.

He pulls you into his arms with a confidence that takes your breath away.

‘Can I stay for a bit?’

‘You can stay over if you want,’ you offer.

‘Good,’ he says, half-asleep already. ‘Let’s do this again later.’

***

Yoongi’s sipping something from a hip flask as you both wait for Namjoon to finish reading a story to the second grade class he’s visiting.

You nudge Yoongi. ‘What is that? Let me have some.’

He glances at you and hands over the flask.

You take a big gulp and double over as the whiskey burns its way down your gullet.

Yoongi, amused, takes the flask back.

It’s a while before your eyes stop watering.

‘Yoongi,’ you rasp, accusingly, ‘what the —-‘

He shrugs. ‘Didn’t know what a lightweight you were.’

He claps politely as Namjoon finishes his story. 

The very pretty class teacher steps forward, and you can see how her knees buckle a little as Namjoon looks up from the tiny chair his big frame is sat on and stands to his full height.

He flashes her a smile and there’s a collective sigh from the crowd in the room.

Your boss, as always, is killing it.

He closes the book and hands it to her. ‘It’s one of my favourites,’ he says, giving her another charmingly dimpled smile.

‘You’re one of my favourites,’ the teacher blurts out.

She recovers valiantly. ‘I mean, your police accountability policy is truly meaningful.’

‘Thank you,’ says Namjoon. ‘Perhaps we can discuss it over a drink sometime.’

Yoongi, beside you, rolls his eyes. ‘You can take the fuckboi out of university but you can’t change his stripes.’

‘You’re mixing up metaphors,’ you say drowsily.

Yoongi glances at you. ‘Fuck! You really are a lightweight.’

He says, ‘go sober up. Namjoon and I will meet you back at the office.’

You’re waiting by the main road for the bus when a metallic grey sports car pulls up in front of you.

The window rolls down, and you’re greeted by a familiar very beautiful face.

‘Need a ride, pretty girl?’ Taehyung asks.

You’ve met up a couple times since that first time. The last time you met him was last weekend when he ordered you Chinese takeout and then ate you out until you cried. 

‘Where you headed?’ Taehyung asks, openly ogling your thigh where your coat’s fallen open and your skirt’s ridden up. 

‘Back to the office,’ you say, giving him your own admiring look back.

He’s dressed sharply, you can’t tell if his clothes are perfectly tailored or if his build is perfect for the clothes he chooses.

It’s probably both, you’ve seen him naked, you can verify how perfectly proportioned his body is. 

‘Want to get lunch?’ he asks, glancing in the rearview mirror. 

His hand crosses the console between you, his finger traces a line down your hand.

‘Do you mean lunch?’ you ask.

Taehyung laughs, warm and rich. ‘Yeah. I mean lunch. We’re still on for drinks later, aren’t we?’

This time, you know he doesn’t just mean drinks.

‘Yeah.’

Taehyung laughs again, faintly mocking, and hums to himself as he picks up speed, concentrating on the road now.

His hand curves over the gear stick, gripping it with a confidence that you really fucking like.

You wonder if you’re playing with fire.

***

Taehyung pulls up to the front of your building and tilts his chin.

‘Looks like your big brothers disapprove of me,’ he says, nodding towards Yoongi and Namjoon standing on the front steps, a spark in his eyes that makes you smile.

‘Please they’re not my brothers. They just don’t want to train another minion. I’m good at my job,’ you say, waving a hand. 

‘I don’t doubt that,’ Taehyung replies. ‘I’ll pick you up after work, ok?’

Yoongi crosses his arms as you approach, head tilted. 

It’s Namjoon who speaks. 

‘What are you doing with the snake’s minion, Y/N?’

‘We went for lunch,’ you reply truthfully. ‘And his name’s Taehyung.’

‘How can he afford a car like that at this stage in his career?’ Yoongi wonders. ‘It must pay well working for a backstabbing lying cutthroat slimefucker.’

‘Slimefucker,’ you muse, trailing behind Namjoon as you head into the building. 

Namjoon stops so suddenly you run straight into his back. 

Namjoon reaches behind him to steady you. 

‘Speaking of.’ 

You peek over Namjoon’s broad shoulder to see Jung Hoseok. 

He’s dressed in an exquisitely cut maroon suit, hair styled away from his face.

He smiles at you over Namjoon’s shoulder, and Namjoon straightens to his full height before you can smile back, obscuring your view. 

Yoongi closes the gap between him and Namjoon, blocking you off completely. 

‘Hoseok,’ Namjoon says, in greeting.

‘Spoken to Han Kisung lately?’ Hoseok asks, all light and innocence.

‘If you have something to say, spit it out,’ Yoongi says, bored.

For the hundredth time you wonder what the beef is between your bosses and Jung Hoseok.

He seems perfectly nice to you. 

‘Just asking,’ Hoseok says.

You can hear him walking, footsteps getting further away.

‘Say hi to Taehyung for me,’ he calls over his shoulder.

You freeze.

Yoongi snorts. 

Namjoon says, thoughtfully, ‘I wonder if he’s really trying to help us.’

‘Hobi’s always got his own agenda,’ Yoongi says, scoffing.

‘Hobi?’ you wonder out loud.

Both men ignore you.

***

The Mendehlson-Shin fundraising gala you’re attending with Namjoon and Yoongi has better food than most other galas you’ve been to.

‘Fuck the mini-quiches,’ Yoongi says, voice a low, hard drawl by your ear. He takes your arm. 

‘Namjoon’s in a meeting with Min Hyeok,’ you say, eyes on the door of the meeting room they disappeared into. ‘Let me eat in peace.’

Yoongi lets go of your arm. ‘Damn how do you know that and I don’t?’

‘I’m good at my job,’ you reply. The rest of your sentence dies in your throat as you look at him properly.

‘What the fuck Yoongi?’

Yoongi pokes his tongue into his cheek, lip curling in a smirk so cocky you want to slap it off his face and ask him to slap your ass back.

He’s dressed in a black tux, silverware glinting in his ears, skin flawless, eyes dark with cynicism.

He’s stunning.

‘You don’t look bad yourself,’ he allows. His eyes scorch a path over the tops of your breasts, visible above the low neck of your black dress.

Yoongi leans over, closer to you, mouth close to your ear. 

Your eyes close involuntarily as his breath warms your cheek. 

‘We need to get a handle on Han Kisung’s motivations,’ he says, voice low. ‘If he’s whispering things in Min Hyeok’s ear, if Min Hyeok’s not going to push our police accountability campaign, hard, then we need to know before Namjoon meets the commissioner tomorrow.’

Your eyes open. ‘Sure,’ you say, a little shakily.

‘His team are by the Mendehlson table,’ Yoongi says. He holds out his arm for you to take. 

You accompany Yoongi to the throng of snarky looking politicos that make up Han Kisung’s team. He works in treasury, and honestly, anyone you’ve ever met from treasury bores you to tears.

You’re making small talk with a man who smells like the mini-quiches you never got to eat when Taehyung catches your eye from a corner of the room.

He’s making his way towards you, all besuited perfection and languid confidence, when the man besides you says, ‘hey isn’t that —-‘

You’re barely listening, curling into Taehyung’s side at the barest of pressure from his hand on your back.

‘Hey, you hungry? Let me get you something,’ Taehyung says. 

You glance at Yoongi, currently making everyone around him vie for his attention by simply withholding it and staring at his phone.

Your phone lights up. 

Yoongi: Don’t even think about leaving me here.

You sigh. ‘I gotta work, Tae.’

Taehyung says, ‘I’ve got intel on Min Hyeok and Kisung.’

You look at him uncertainly. 

You know you aren’t supposed to trust him.

Taehyung gives you one of his dazzling smiles, the warmth in his gaze stopping your internal debate.

Your phone lights up again. 

You shove it into your bag.

‘Let’s go, Tae.’

***

You can’t fit all of Kim Taehyung’s fully erect cock into your mouth, but you’ll sure as hell die trying.

Taehyung’s fingers are laced loosely in your hair, supporting your head rather than pushing you down on his dick.

He groans, voice thick and deep, head arching back against the headboard of his bed as you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock.

His breathing’s erratic, chest heaving as you move up and down on his cock. 

He looks stunning like this, legs splayed, hips bucking up into your face. His chest is flushed, lips swollen, cheeks and chin gleaming from having buried his face in your cunt moments before.

‘Gonna cum,’ he warns, hand on the nape of your neck.

You can’t answer with your mouth full of his cock so you cup his balls and tug.

Taehyung grunts, loud, and you feel him filling your mouth, cum slipping down your throat.

He whines at the sensitivity as you swallow and lick him clean.

You lift off his still impressively hard cock, and Taehyung catches your arm.

His voice is still so low it makes you shiver when he laughs softly and says, ‘wait, baby. We aren’t done.’

He pulls you under him, cock nudging between your legs. 

There’s a rip of foil, a snick of unfurling elasticity, and then he’s sheathed himself in a condom, and then you.

The stretch of him makes warmth spread out in your belly. 

He’s slow, driving himself into you with sure, hard strokes.

His chest gleams with sweat, his shoulders are so broad he blocks out the warm glow of the lamp behind him.

‘Don’t know if I can come again,’ you tell him, breathless, pinned under him.

‘I know you can,’ he tells you firmly. ‘I’ll get us there, baby.’

He buries himself all the way inside you, stays still, kissing your face, lips parting over yours.

You can feel him getting harder inside you as he cups your breasts. 

‘These tits,’ he says, admiring, squeezing.

You hook a leg around his hips, and his hand comes up to pin your thigh to his hip.

He’s so hard now he’s making you gasp with every lunge of his hips. 

‘You feel so good,’ he croons. ‘Taking me so well.’

Taehyung whispers praise to you, slow, unhurried, until you’re coming all over his cock, a burst of pleasure so intense you feel boneless.

You remember he promised you intel on Kisung and Min Hyeok, but you can’t make your lips form the words.

Taehyung kisses the side of your face as he lays down next to you, arm curled around your naked torso.

You’re out before you can finish your next thought.

***

You wake up to a fully dressed Taehyung and a sense of having missed something important.

The sun streaming in through the floor to ceiling windows of Taehyung’s gorgeous apartment makes you sit up hurriedly. 

‘What time is it?’ you croak.

You fumble for your phone, which doesn’t light up. 

Ah shit, the battery’s dead.

‘It’s nine,’ Taehyung tells you. 

You clap your hands over your face, panicked. 

‘Shit! Namjoon’s got a big meeting with the police commissioner in half an hour.’

You’re bolting out of bed, searching for your clothes, yanking them on.

‘Min Hyeok’s not going to support the police accountability campaign,’ Taehyung tells you. ‘Kisung has him over a barrel, some favour he owes him from last year’s bribery scandal.’

You stop dead and face Taehyung. 

‘What?’

‘I tried to tell you last night but you passed out,’ Taehyung says. 

You’re already holding out your hand, palm out. ‘I need your phone, Tae, I need to let Namjoon know before he goes into that meeting.’

Taehyung hands over his phone. 

‘Fuck! I don’t know their numbers!’

You toss your dead phone into your bag, frantic.

Taehyung grips your shoulders so you’ll look at him. 

‘I’ll drive you downtown to the meeting, we can probably get there and intercept Namjoon before he goes in.’

He’s firm, calm, and you feel the panic start to ease.

‘Ok,’ you breathe. ‘Ok.’

Taehyung pulls one of his shirts over your shoulders. It smells fresh, clean, calming.

‘Come on. Let’s go.’

You’re stuck in traffic with Taehyung, trying not to cry as the minutes tick by, taking any hope of getting to Namjoon and Yoongi before the meeting with them.

Your phone’s been charging in Tae’s car but neither Namjoon nor Yoongi are answering.

You glance at the clock on the dash. 

9.20.

Taehyung sees you looking. 

‘Put your belt on, babe.’

He pulls a highly illegal u-turn, going against traffic and slipping into an alleyway.

He pulls up a hundred yards from the building, and you’re already opening the door, mumbling your thanks, and stumbling out when he says something you don’t quite catch.

You signal to him to call you and then you’re running across the street, heading to the police headquarters.

***

You’re too late.

You’re waiting outside the building when Namjoon and Yoongi come out.

You step forward. 

‘I’m sorry,’ you say. ‘I’m so fucking sorry. I found out about Min Hyeok and I tried to call but I was so late and my phone died—-‘

You can feel both their eyes on you, and you’re so glad Taehyung put his shirt on you because it’s so big it hides how small you feel.

Shit, you’ve fucked up.

Yoongi sighs. 

He pulls you into his side, close like he held that baby he stole the other day, and like the baby, you can’t help but lean into his warmth. 

Namjoon says, very gently, ‘it was always going to be a long shot.’

‘Come on, let’s get breakfast.’

You’re in the car between Namjoon and Yoongi when Namjoon’s phone rings.

He answers, brow furrowed. 

Then he says, ‘your full support, sir?’

You sit up and glance at Yoongi.

Namjoon’s thanking whoever’s called him profusely. 

He hangs up, and turns to you both.

He smiles, and he looks so pretty butterflies start to flutter in your chest.

‘That was Senator Kim Seo Jun,’ he tells you. ‘He’s pledged full support to our police accountability campaign.’

Hope blooms in your chest.

‘And,’ Namjoon says, ‘he’s already spoken to the police commissioner about it. We’re good to go.’

Yoongi’s already on his phone, frowning as he brings up a profile of Senator Kim.

‘I wasn’t aware Senator Kim had an interest in this,’ he says. 

You glance at the photo he’s just pulled up, and you do a double take.

He’s older, but you recognise the family resemblance immediately.

‘Shitting cuntbucket,’ breathes Yoongi. ‘He has one son, Kim Taehyung.’

***

You’re told that there’s a Christmas party every year in the department of state affairs, but this is your first one.

You check your reflection in the rearview mirror only to find Taehyung looking back at you, dark eyes affectionate.

‘You look beautiful,’ he tells you. 

You’re still smiling at his compliment when he parks up the car and turns to you.

‘I have to tell you something,’ he says, seriously.

There’s the tiniest tug of foreboding in your heart at his expression.

He comes right out with it. 

‘I’m moving to Paris.’

You stare at him for a beat, two.

‘Wow,’ you say, finally. ‘When?’

‘Next week,’ he says. ‘For a year, maybe two.’

You take a moment. Then you say, sincerely, ‘sounds amazing, Tae, I’m excited for you.’

He takes your hand. ‘I’m going to miss you,’ he says, rather sweetly. 

‘I’ll miss you too,’ you reply.

You cup his cheek, and he turns his face into your hand.

His kiss is sweet and heart melting as always.

‘I’ll write you,’ he says. ‘When I’m travelling. Send you postcards.’

You laugh. ‘I’ll send you nudes.’

‘Please,’ Taehyung says instantly, so heartfelt you both laugh.

He presses a kiss to your hand. ‘Still want me as your date?’

You pretend to think about it.

‘Are you any good at dancing?’ 

‘I’ll do my best,’ he promises.

Taehyung offers you his arm. ‘Shall we?’

***

Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok watch you and Taehyung dancing together from where they’re propping up the bar.

It’s a disco beat but neither of you seem to realise it, holding each other like you’re the only two people in the world.

‘Young love,’ muses Hoseok.

He turns to Yoongi and Namjoon. 

‘Now do you believe I want to make amends?’

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. ‘You planned this?’

Hoseok looks bored. ‘Min Hyeok was always going to let you down.’

‘Takes one snake to recognise another one,’ Yoongi retorts.

Hoseok ignores him.

‘I knew who Kim Taehyung was the moment he walked into my office and asked for a job,’ he says, studying his nails.

He shrugs. ‘I also knew he wasn’t the cutthroat type.’

He glances at Yoongi and Namjoon. ‘I’m hoping you at least picked up that your minion had him wrapped around her finger?’

Namjoon frowns. 

‘She’s very wholesome,’ Hoseok remarks. ‘Interesting how working for you two hasn’t corrupted her yet.’

Yoongi scowls. ‘We’re not that bad,’ he says.

‘Exactly. You need someone like me to get down and dirty. Get the job done.’

Namjoon raises his glass. ‘Here’s to knowing your enemies,’ he says.

Hoseok smirks and clinks his glass with his.

After a moment, Yoongi clinks too.

Hoseok tosses back his drink and puts his glass down on the bar. 

‘Going to dance?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Of course. These hips don’t lie.’ Hoseok sneers, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes as he walks away.

***

You’re sitting by the window in the conference room, looking out at the city, when Yoongi finds you.

He nods to your half empty glass. 

‘Where’s Taehyung?’ 

‘Moving to Paris,’ you tell him. 

You try to muster a smile but you can’t quite manage it.

‘You weren’t wrong to trust him,’ Yoongi tells you.

‘Ah, but I was,’ you reply. You look up at him sadly. ‘I’m going to miss him, here.’

It takes Yoongi a moment to realise you’re trying to point to your heart.

He hides his smile because you seem completely serious.

‘Come on,’ he invites. ‘Namjoon and I are drinking in the situation room.’

***

You wake in a bed you don’t remember getting into.

The room spins as you open your eyes, and it takes you a moment to get your bearings. 

Nope.

You still have no idea where you are.

You hear noises outside the door and go outside to investigate.

Min fucking Yoongi’s brewing coffee. 

You nearly pass out.

‘Did we,’ you croak.

Yoongi just looks at you a moment. 

‘Trust me, if we had you’d sure as hell remember it,’ he drawls.

Belatedly you notice you’re still fully dressed.

‘I took you home because you and Namjoon were all over each other.’

You let out a squeak.

‘Did me and Namjoon?’

‘Nope,’ replies Yoongi, popping the ‘p’. ‘Judging by all the women who came through our apartment at uni, you’d probably also remember if you had.’

You sag against his kitchen counter, relieved.

Your stomach growls, loudly.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. ‘There’s a spare toothbrush under the sink, and you can borrow some clothes if you want to take a shower. I’ll fix breakfast.’

You take a quick shower and brush your teeth, and step out into Yoongi’s kitchen. You notice he’s laid out three plates just as a shirtless Namjoon emerges from another room. 

Your gaze flicks from Namjoon’s bare chest to the knowing smirk on Yoongi’s face.

You can feel the heat of their eyes on you.

‘So,’ you say, brightly. ‘What should we do next?’

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“I do…”

Letting out a shaky breath, she said it and the hall echoed with clapping.

“Do you Mr. Min… take Miss lee as your lawfully wedded wife and promise to be with her in all ups and down, in health and sickness… till death to part?” the priest continued…

“I do…”

Hearing a soft and tender voice, she finally looked up a bit and saw him, her husband, for the first time. His cat-like doe eyes, soft cherry like lips and dumpling cheeks… she got a bit lost in him until she heard the priest saying “I pronounce you husband and wife… you may now kiss the bride and seal the wedding…”

Hearing this only, sweat beads started forming her forehead and her breath got uneven which did not go unnoticed by him. He gently took her hand in his which made her look at him. He noticed her slight teary eyes and kissed her tears away whispering “relax… I will not touch you against your will…”

He didn’t know that this small sentence had a huge impact on her and she released her breath which she was holding since long. Holding her waist, he turned towards the guests and they bowed slightly thanking everyone for their presence.

Soon enough, both of them were in the car heading towards their home. There was dead silence in car and he thought to break it.

“The journey is for more than an hour… you can sleep if you feel like…”

Without saying a word, she closed her eyes which made him a bit confuse. It was an arrange marriage from both sides. Yoongi had seen her photo before marriage but never met her as he was told the bride is declining meeting before marriage. Today also, he found it strange when she was not looking at him properly in aisle and got teary when heard of kiss. But he let go of the thoughts thinking she might just be nervous and continued driving.

Upon reaching their place, yoongi turned to wake her up but got mesmerized by seeing her sleeping so peacefully. Her petal-like eyes, small and chubby nose and lips that were slightly parted, made him chuckle a bit…

‘cute…’ he thought and forwarded his hand to shake her slightly but he stopped thinking something. Taking back his hand, he cleared his throat and said in a soft voice “sana…”

She immediately opened her eyes and sat straight saying “yes…”

Yoongi was taken aback for a sec but composed himself and said “we reached home…”

Sana nodded slightly and got down from car. As her gown was heavy, yoongi offered to help but she denied and started walking behind him. Two-three steps ahead and she got disbalanced. She was about to fall front when yoongi immediately held her wrist, preventing her.

“told you let me help…” without listening anything, he lifted her in his arms and took her inside. Sana’s breath hitched feeling this and she said in a low voice “I can manage…”

“yeah I saw that…” he said making her shut.

He brought her in the room and made her sit on the bed.

“You can go and fresh… I will change in another room… you luggage came here and if anything is needed, you can say me…”

She slightly nodded and he left to another room. As soon as he left from the room, tears started forming her eyes. She immediately rushed to washroom and closed the door. Keeping hand on her mouth, she cried out silently.

On the other side, yoongi was getting confused on her behaviour. He noticed how she was getting scared, nervous and uncomfortable on his actions, but didn’t object anything as if she is scared that something might happen coz of objection.

‘why do I feel she is hiding something… or is it a forced marriage from her side…’

After sometime, yoongi came in the room and his breath hitched seeing sana sitting on the bed in black, almost transparent lingerie which was exposing her cleavage and thighs. Her hairs were still a bit wet and she was looking down while breathing unevenly.

Yoongi started coming towards her making her more nervous but a voice was continuously echoing her mind ‘you should have sex on the first night…’ That is why, she was trying hard not to show her fear and nervousness. Yoongi sat next to her and said “what is all this sana…”

Sana composed herself and said slowly “it’s our first night… so… “

“So what…”

Sana closed her eyes tightly not wanting tears to come out and said “we should have sex…”

Soon, she felt yoongi holding her hand but she didn’t open her eyes. He saw that and said “look at me sana…”

She immediately looked at him and he asked “are you really ready for it…”

She wanted to deny but nodded. He pulled her by her waist towards him and said “you sure…”

Sana looked down but didn’t say anything. He lifted her chin and said “your eyes and body language don’t match… the day they will… I will make love with you… you don’t have to force yourself for anything… okay…”

Sana was about to nod when he said “and one more thing… It would be more okay if you use words…”

Sana understood and said “okay…”

Yoongi smiled and said “now go and wear something comfortable… its getting pretty late… we should sleep soon…”

“Okay…” she said and went to change…

Yoongi saw her going to washroom. He noticed her expressionless face but her eyes… they were telling a lot and he thought ‘there is surely something that I need to find out…’

FEW DAYS LATER

Yoongi and sana were coming close as friends. Sana’s nervousness was decreasing around him and she was trying to get comfortable. Yoongi, too, was trying his level best to make her feel safe and comfortable around him. Also, he was trying to find out about her past. But, to his surprise, he could not find anything. As sana was home-schooled, she didn’t have friends and also, she graduated through online university. She never attended any party and also was inactive on social media.

One fine afternoon, sana was watching a K-drama when she heard doorbell. She looked at the clock and thought ‘who can it be at this time… coz yoongi always comes home after 7…’

Thinking this, she went to open the door but was shocked seeing the person. Her hands started to shake a bit and face became pale a bit. The other person smirked seeing this and said “hey…”

“M…Mom…” sana uttered.

“Won’t you let me in?” She raised her brows and sana immediately sided herself, letting her in.

Her mother, actually stepmother, came inside and sat on the couch. Sana hurriedly bought water for her and gave it; her eyes were down throughout. Her mother took the glass and said “are you not cleaning the home or what? What is all this mess on the table?”

Sana’s eyes widened realizing the chips and chocolate packets were on the table. Being with yoongi, her lifestyle changed to a certain extent and she started enjoying herself a bit. That is why, she used to care a little less about cleaning and all.

“I… I will… clean…” She said and started cleaning the table.

“hmmm… quick…”

After a while, sana served snacks to her.

“Did you guys have sex?” She asked. Sana’s breath became a bit heavy… she wanted to lie but she knew the consequences so she shook her head. Her mother got angry and asked “why? Why you didn’t huh…?”

Sana couldn’t say anything, which made her angrier. She pulled sana’s ear and said “even after me saying it, you didn’t… “

“ahhh… mom… it’s hurting… leave…” sana said while trying to be free.

Her mother pushed her a bit and she landed on the couch nearby.

“Shameless girl… not even able to seduce your own husband… you really are good for nothing… I thought at least you will be able to do wife duties but no… disgusting… only a burden…”

Her mother was ranting on badly and she was just listening to it while sobbing silently. Suddenly, she felt her throat being grabbed by her mother.

“ahhh… mom….” Words were not coming out of her mouth as she felt the grip being tightened…

“If I didn’t hear that you had sex with him till tomorrow… you know what I can do… don’t you…” Saying that, she jerked her and sana coughed catching her breath…

………………………………………

Yoongi came in the house using spare key as sana didn’t open the door even after ringing the doorbell continuously. Yoongi got worried sensing her absence in the living area as well as in the kitchen. He dialed her number but she didn’t answer, making him more worried. Searching for her, he went towards their room but as soon as he opened the door, his eyes got widen…

The room was decorated beautifully with rose petals and scented candles, giving the romantic and cozy vibes. Before he could call out, he heard her voice coming from his backside.

“hey…”

Yoongi turned and his heart skipped a bit seeing her in red short dress, which were perfectly fitting her body. For the first time, he saw she did bold makeup with blood-red lipstick and she was looking too sexy. Her hair, sided to a side, exposing her neck and her cleavage… damn. Yoongi gulped visibly when she started coming towards him.

Sana was hell scared from inside but she tried her best not to show on the face. Taking small steps towards him, she encircled her arms on his neck, leaving him stunned a bit. She smiled softly and said “you are looking really handsome yoongi…”

Yoongi (Still in daze) “sana… wha…”

“Ssshhh….” She shushed him by placing her finger on his lips “no talking tonight…”

Yoongi was standing still. He wanted to embrace and feel her every inch but there was something stopping him. He was trying to look in her eyes but she was not making a proper eye-contact with him. Now also, when she kept her hands on him, he could feel her hesitant and fearful moves.

“sana… look at me…” he said but instead, she took his hand and kept on her waist.

“tonight… we will look at each other nicely…” she whispered in his ears.

All these things were making yoongi a bit weak. Even though he was hesitant, as soon as his hands came in contact with her waist, he grabbed them gently, pulling her in his embrace.

“you are making me lose my control and do something unholy to you…” yoongi whispered on her neck.

“do it then…” sana said after gathering all her remaining courage.

“fuck it…” yoongi said and pulled her more close. He started placing wet kisses all over her neck while his one hand went towards her ass pressing it lightly.

“damn you are sexy…” he commented while biting her soft skin. At an instant, he turned and back hugged her, while his lips were not leaving her neck. His hand, slowly, started going up and he softly grabbed her breasts and another one started going down…

Here, sana was feeling very uncomfortable with all this but she had no choice. She was letting everything happen while closing her eyes and a voice was coming in her head…

‘you can’t even satisfy me you witch… don’t you know the wife duties… ‘

‘please… its hurting me….’

‘then bear it….’

Sana’s eyes got opened in a snap when she felt his fingers on her clit and automatically tears started coming from them and she held his hand a bit tightly. Yoongi thought she is in pleasure and he took her in his arms, gently lying her on bed and started removing his shirt. Sana was looking down all the time and yoongi smiled feeling she might be shy. He sat on bed beside her and took her hand. Placing soft kisses on them, he trailed his kiss all over her arms.

Sana was not making any movement which made him confuse a bit but he shrugged off thinking she might be nervous. He hovered her and looked at her lips. Caressing them with his thumb, he asked in a husky voice “can i?”

Sana just nodded and he leaned a bit close, making her clutch the bedsheet tightly. He was an inch away when he noticed… a tear escaping her eyes. Her forehead, where sweat was covered indicating her fear and her quivering lips. Her body was stiff and he understood…

Here sana felt the weight getting lifted over her and she looked at him. Seeing him sitting on bed beside her, she also got up and asked “wh… what happened…”

“you are not ready for this sana… then why you are doing all this…” he said which made her shocked. Before she could say anything, he said “go and wear something comfortable…”

He got up and was about to leave when she held his hand and said “no… don’t go… I am ready…”

Yoongi signed and said “sana…”

She cut him off saying a bit loudly “you can’t go like this… we need to have sex… understood…”

Yoongi was stunned and he immediately turned towards her…

Sana stood in front of him and said while crying a bit “sorry for yelling but we need to do it… we have to… and I am ready… please have sex with me… please… I beg you…”

Sana touched his feet and continued “please yoongi… please…”

Yoongi immediately held her arms and pulled her saying “what are you doing sana… have you gone crazy…”

“yes I have… and if you won’t… I… I…”

She came out of his grip and opened a drawer. Taking blade from it, she kept on her wrist saying “I will kill myself…”

Yoongi was too stunned to speak anything but seeing the blade in her hand, he got too much scared. But he calmed himself a bit and said sweetly “okay… okay… we will have sex… come here… come to me sana…”

Sana smiled while crying and came towards him. Yoongi hugged her close and so did she. Taking a chance, he took blade from her hand and threw it outside the window. He signed in relief and pulled out from hug saying “what happened to you sana…”

Sana started crying loudly and said “why you are not understanding that I need to have sex with you… why… why… just why…”

She started yelling and throwing things here and there in the room. Yoongi tried to control her by back hugging but she was wiggling badly. Somehow, he managed to put her in bed and she slowly started sleeping but was mumbling continuously “please yoongi… have sex with me… please….”

He made her sleep and cleaned room a bit. After that, he went to balcony and stood there. A lone tear escaped his eyes as the thing happened a while ago started flashing in front of him. Her face, crying and begging for sex, as if she was being forced to do this…

“I need to find out before things go out of hand…”

…………………….

Next morning, sana opened her eyes when she felt sunrays on them. She slowly got up and saw the time…

“9 AM… shit…”

She started panicking a bit as she was late and she had to make breakfast for him but she got startled when she heard…

“Good morning…”

She looked in the direction of voice and was surprised to see yoongi standing with food tray. Smiling lightly, he came towards her and kept breakfast on side table.

“I am sorry I…”

“It’s okay…” he cut her off and continued “anyways… I took a day off from office… so chill…”

Sana (confused) “why…”

Yoongi caressed her cheek gently saying “just like that… and anyways… I am CEO… if any important meeting will be there, I can attend online… so I thought why not to spend some time with my wife…”

Sana gulped and said “yoongi… I am sorry for yesterday…”

Yoongi patted her head and said “just forget it… and please don’t take any load… nothing happened yesterday okay… just relax…”

Sana smiled lightly and he continued “now have your breakfast… I will come in a while…”

He left from the room and sana thought ‘he didn’t even mention anything about yesterday… I did a lot of crazy stuff but he is not even questioning me… why are you so nice yoongi… you are making me trust again… and I think… I am falling for you… but… what will I say to mom now….’ Her eyes widened at realisation and again her breath became heavy…

“what if she comes to know….” As soon as she said that, her phone started ringing. She saw that her mom is calling and she immediately got down the bed. The phone stopped but again started ringing, making her keep both the hands on her ear. Unable to bear the sound, she ran from the room.

She rushed to the kitchen area and saw yoongi standing there, probably making juice. She increased her pace and back-hugged him. Soon enough, she sensed a relief and comfort gushing inside feeling his warmth.

Here, yoongi was a bit stunned sensing her embrace but it didn’t take him much time to notice that she was shivering and breathing heavily. He turned and carefully pulled her in comforting hug. He could hear her sobs and caressed her hair saying sweet words to her.

After a while, he made her sit on sofa and started feeding her breakfast. There were lots of questions in his mind but right now, her health and comfort mattered more. So, he was calming and relaxing her. Sana also got a bit relaxed. She was about to say something when his phone rang…

Yoongi saw that sana’s mother was calling him. He picked up and said “hi mom…”

S/M “hi son… how are you…”

Yoongi “I am fine mom… you?”

S/M “ I am also good… actually I was trying sana but she is not picking my phone…”

Yoongi looked at sana who was looking down and understood that she is not in a state of speaking, so he said “actually mom… she is a bit unwell… so that’s why she is taking rest…”

Sana looked at him when he said that…

“Okay… bye mom take care…” he ended the call and looked at sana saying “you take rest… I’ll get the juice…”

He was about to get up when sana said “you don’t have anything to ask me?”

Yoongi looked at her and said while smiling “I do have… but I know you are not comfortable enough to share that with me… but I’ll try my level best to make you feel safe around me and trust me so that you yourself can tell…” he softly pecked her forehead and went to kitchen…

Sana closed her eyes and tear escaped her eyes….

‘I am not used to so much love and affection yoongi… you are making me feel really special… I hope I will get courage to open up in front of you…’

………………………………………………………

One eve, Sana’s family invited sana and yoongi for family dinner. She didn’t want to go but she knew the consequences of refusing, so she agreed for it. She was almost ready when she felt yoongi’s presence in the room. She turned to him and got lost in him. He was wearing jet black blazer, with pastel blue colour shirt underneath and was looking breathtaking.

He smiled and came towards her saying “you are looking pretty…”

Sana blushed a bit and said “thanks… you are also looking handsome…”

His smile widened hearing this as it was the first time, she complemented him.

“I… I… got something for you…” He said hesitantly and forwarded a pendant box.

Sana smiled seeing single diamond pendant and said “its beautiful…”

“Can you wear it today?” he asked…

She smiled and turned. Siding her hair, she said “help me to wear it…”

Yoongi smiled as he felt she was getting comfortable around him. He took the pendant and made her wear it. In the process, his hand slightly bushed her back, giving a tingly feeling to her for the first time.

“Now its looking more beautiful…”

He commented which made her blush. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she said “shall we leave?”

Yoongi nodded and they both headed towards sana’s house.

Upon reaching there, sana’s eyes automatically went down seeing her parents. Yoongi noticed it and he could feel the same tension in sana as that night. He gently held her hand as if he is assuring his presence to her…

S/M “Sana dear… yoongi son… come… come inside…”

They headed towards the living room and yoongi sat on the couch, but sana was still standing, making yoongi confused. Before he could say anything, S/M laughed a bit and said “sana… no need to be shy anymore dear… sit beside yoongi…”

Without saying anything, sana sat beside yoongi.

He gently held her asked and whispered “you okay?”

Sana looked at him and felt a bit okay. So, she nodded and they continued talking. Precisely, yoongi and sana’s parents. Sana was silent throughout and was not even looking up, which didn’t get unnoticed by him.

“Come on sana… let’s set the table…” S/M said and sana went with her. Yoongi wanted to stop her as he sensed she is not okay, but her father engaged him in another conversation. Still, yoongi was looking at her from time to time…

After the dinner, yoongi and sana were driving back but sana was unusually silent. Her mind was still on the talk she had with her mother while setting the table…

“I can see you both got along well, right?”

Sana nodded

“It’s time I think….”

Sana “For what mom?”

S/M smiled and lifted her chin. She was aware of yoongi’s glances therefore she was smiling sweetly to sana.

“The papers are ready… all you have to do is get his sign and his property will be ours….”

Sana took steps back and shook her head saying “I can’t do this mom….”

S/M’s blood boiled but she maintained the smile. Holding her hand gently yet firmly, she took her towards the corner where yoongi can’t see…

“You bitch… are you forgetting for what we married you off to him huh…”

Her grip was sooo tight on sana’s wrist that she almost yelped. Her mom took knife and said “get it signed, else you know… I will kill him… (whispering) just like I killed her….”

“Sana….”

Yoongi’s voice brought her back to reality and she noticed that they reached home. Signing slightly, she got down the car followed by him. They entered their room and yoongi said “you go and freshen up… I will use the other washroom…”

Sana just nodded and he went towards guest room to change. Sana took out the papers her mother kept in the bag and then started thinking whether she should or not… but her mom’s words came in her head…

I will kill him… (whispering) just like I killed her….

Sana jerked her head and sat on bed, thinking deeply. Within ten minutes, yoongi came in the room and saw her sitting in same clothes and some papers were there in her hand.

“you didn’t change yet…”

His words broke her thought and she said “yeah… just going… but before that…”

She got up and slowly came towards him. Looking down, she said “can you sign these papers?”

Yoongi took the papers and went towards the table. Taking a pen, he was about to sign the papers when sana came hurriedly, took the papers and tore them; leaving him shocked…

“Sana…” He got more shocked seeing her in tears.

Sana grabbed his arms and said “why… why the hell you trust me this much… you didn’t even see what was written on the paper and started signing it… huh…”

Yoongi held her hand, which was on his arms, and said “I trust you sana… even if you tell me to sign my death warrant, I’ll do it for you… because I love you…”

“No… you should not love me… no….”

Sana broke into loud sobs and sat on the bed. Yoongi came near her and kneeled down. Keeping his head on her lap, he started caressing her hand to calm her down. After sometime, he sensed her sobs got lightened and he said “let it out sana… please… let me heal you…”

Sana caressed her hair gently and said “I am willing to ger healed yoongi… please take me out from this mess…”

Yoongi held her hand and she continued “my father always wanted a boy… as an heir… and after I was born, he was never happy… as doctor also said that my mother won’t be able to carry a second child. He never loved me yoongi, not even a bit and he used to release all his frustration on my mother. I was a child then, I didn’t understand, but with time, I could figure out that he used to beat my mother and used to rape her daily. I used to be in another room, keeping my mouth shut and listening to my mother’s cry every night…”

Sana chocked on her tears and yoongi immediately bought a glass of water for her. She gulped it down in a go and yoongi sat opposite to her, side hugging and caressing her arms.

“one day, when I finished my online class, I came to kitchen…. I saw my mother lying unconscious. I tried to wake her but she was not responding. I started crying and called my father. He didn’t pick my calls at first but after my continuous calling, he picked and I told him about mother. He simply said ‘so what’ and cut the call… I couldn’t understand anything, I was 7 that time… my father came home after 4 hours and till then, my mother was no more. He didn’t even look at her, nor at me… he just called the ambulance and said to take the dead body… I started crying hearing him but he dragged me to room and closed it…”

Yoongi was in tears listening this and she continued “5 days… I was in that room… scared… alone… not even had anything to eat. I passed out of dehydration and when I opened my eyes, I saw a lady, who was caressing my hair and I was in my room… I got to know that my father married again and she was my mom. I got happy a bit but it didn’t last long…. She is very strict… gave me only one meal per day and gave me worst punishments if I do anything wrong… sometimes beating, burning my skin or calling her brother… who used to touch me…”

Yoongi’s hand turned into fist hearing this. He so wanted to kill her so called parents but right now, he knew she needed him…

“She inculcated in my mind that I am a servant… I should listen to what ever they say… I need to be dutiful wife and satisfy my husband… when I got your marriage proposal, she told me to have sex with you first so that I can gain your trust and then get your property. I tried to appose a bit but she threatened me and told me that she can do anything to me, like she did to my mother… she told me that she killed my mother… she… she…:”

Sana started crying badly and yoongi hugged her. His eyes were also full of tears and he said “I swear on you sana… I will make your parents pay every penny of what they did… they are not gonna escape… trust me… your mother and you will get justice…”

Sana hugged him back tightly and she felt so much relief telling everything to him.

Yoongi kept his promise and got justice for her. It took almost two months but he was always there, standing by her side, giving her courage and motivation to speak against her family. Even after this, yoongi started training her so that she can join his company and be outspoken a bit. Sana was so grateful to have such a loving and caring partner.

Few months later

It was their first anniversary and sana took leave from office. She wanted to decorate the house on her own and surprise yoongi.

While baking cake, she thought ‘today is the happiest day of my life… I’ll confess to him that I love him and… and ready for him…’

By thinking this only, she blushed to the core. Even though she became a bit cold and confident, she was the same shy girl in front of him. She heard his car horn and understood he came back from office. Looking at herself for the last time in mirror, she smiled widely and went to open the door.

As soon as yoongi entered, he was engulfed in a tight hug by her. He smiled and wrapped his arms around saying “happy anniversary love…”

“Happy anniversary to you too…”

They broke the hug and sana took his bag. Keeping it at it’s place, sana said “go and freshen up, till then I’ll set the table…”

Yoongi pecked her forehead and went to change. Here, sana set the table with candle light and placed the cake she baked. In some time, yoongi came and was mesmerised seeing all the things she did. Sana was standing, waiting for him to come and cut the cake together.

After cake cutting, sana said “yoongi…”

“yeah…”

Sana “I want to give you a small gift…”

Yoongi smiled and asked “what…”

“I love you…”

Saying that, she gently held his shirt sleeve and pulled him, crashing her lips on him. Yoongi stumbled a bit but froze feeling her lips on him… he was not able to believe what’s happening but she bit his lips, bringing him to reality. As soon as he came in his sense, he responded. Sucking on her upper lips, he pulled her by waist. Sana encircled her arms on his neck and her one hand went in his hair, massaging gently. Both were feeling euphoric in the moment and they continued kissing till they were breathless…

When they pulled out, both were breathing heavily, but yoongi was still not satisfied.

“I love you too sana…”

He inhaled sharply and again kissed her saying that… this time, a bit roughly and she also tried to follow his pace. Both were devouring each other’s lips and yoongi pinned her to wall, deepening the kiss…

They parted while catching for breath and he joined his forehead with hers…

“Sana… I won’t be able to control myself anymore…” He said while looking at her…

Sana smiled and made an eye-contact with him saying “me too…”

That’s what he wanted…. Her eyes and smile said it all…

“Will you allow me… the way I want to make you feel?” he asked while roaming his hand around her neck. Shivers ran down her spine sensing his sensual touches and she nodded…

“I will not stop you today yoongi coz I also want the same… I want to feel like I am yours…” she said and pecked his cheeks…

Yoongi picked her in his arms and said “then dinner later…”

Sana’s heartbeat increased sensing what was coming next but she was equally excited for it. Yoongi took her in the room and dropped her on the couch, leaving her a bit confused. She saw him going towards cupboard and taking out something…

“yoon…” she whispered slowly

Yoongi sensed her uneasiness and came towards her. Caressing her hair, he asked “do you trust me?”

“More than myself…” she said while relaxing a bit under his touch…

Yoongi smiled and said “then wear this and stand up…”

Sana looked at his hand and was surprised seeing blindfold. She gulped the lump in her throat and wore that. She stood up while taking his support and he said “you sure you are ready na…”

Sana smiled and nodded saying “yes love… I am ready…”

She sensed him coming and standing at her back and his breath was fanning her neck, giving her goosebumps. Yoongi sided her hair and slowly touched her back with the back of his hand. She clutched her dress feeling his hand on the zipper of her dress.

Sana was feeling shy, nervous and excited at the same time and soon enough, she felt her dress getting off her body and a small gasp escaped her mouth.

Yoongi kept his both hand on her shoulders, slowly turning her towards him and her heartbeat increased. This is the first time she was being naked in front of anyone and she was shivering and breathing unevenly...

Yoongi understood and left her shoulders. He removed his coat and shirt along with pants. Gently holding her hand, he kept it on his chest, making her feel his heartbeat which was equally fast... 

"I am also nervous sana... It's my first time too..." He confessed. Sensing his heartbeat and the fact that he was also naked, was making her shyer... 

Yoongi encircled her waist and pulled her a bit by her waist… his lips landed on her breasts... making her moan his name...

"Yoongiahhh... "

"Say it again and again jagiya... It's sounds so sweet from your mouth... " Yoongi said while gently licking her nipples. Taking in his mouth, he started sucking her breasts, slowly, like a baby... and his one hand was pressing her ass in same rhythm...

Sana's grip on his shoulder tightened and she arched in pleasure feeling his love... He nibbled on her nipples and bit them, making her scream a bit.

“ahh… idiot…” she scolded him playfully and he chuckled…

"Follow me... " He said and took her towards the couch. He made her sit on the couch in opposite position…

"Kneel down... " He whispered in her ears making her shiver a bit. She knelt like her legs were on couch and she was holding the couch head from both hands... yoongi sat on the floor below her and kept his head on the couch, between her legs…

"Now feel... " He said... 

Soon, sana felt his hand on her thighs and his tongue on her inner thighs... 

"Ahhh... What... What you're doing love... " She asked while panting... 

"Making you feel my love... " He said as he started licking her inner thighs, softly kissing them. She bit her lips feeling his sensual kisses... 

"Sit on my face darling... " He said. 

Sana was scared a bit but did as he said. Slowly sitting on him, she balanced herself. He gripped her legs and pulled a bit close... 

"Fuck Sana... You are sooo wet, already throbbing for me... Shit... " He grazed his tongue up and down on her soft pussy folds and then took her clit in his mouth. Slowly, he started sucking and licking it... 

"Ohhh yoongi... Ahhh... " She moaned feeling this. Unexplainable pleasure rushed her body by his sucks and licks. Here, yoongi was busy tasting her... 

"You are so sweet sana... You little cunt is making me crazy... fuck... It's worth waiting for you my love... " He said and inserted his tongue in her vagina, thrusting it forth and back... 

"Damn this feels so good... Mmm... " She gripped the couch tighter... 

"Can you grind me... " He asked in between... 

"Ah... Wh... What's that... " She said while catching her breath... 

Yoongi smirked and said "don't worry I'll do it myself... Just don't lose balance... "

He grabbed her hips and slowly started grinding her on his tongue, licking and sucking with each thrust... Her moans filled every corner of the room and she started feeling something building up... 

"Babe... So… Something... Is happening... Ahhhh... "

Yoongi understood and said "let it happen... cum on my face... damn I waited so long for this... " He increased her grinding on him and his tongue fuck... making her lose control... 

"Fuckkkk... " She screamed and the knot in her stomach opened, cuming straight on his face... 

Yoongi was gripping her tight while tasting her to the core. He flicked her tongue on her clit making her feel pleasure throughout her cum. 

After he was done, he cleaned her and his face. Gently pulling her, he made her sit on his lap. Opening her blindfold, he kissed her forehead asking "you okay?"

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him lovingly. Caressing his cheek, she said "more than okay... It was... Great... "

Hey eyes automatically started scanning his hot and buff body and she blushed to the core looking at his member which was standing hard. Yoongi noticed it and smirked... 

Taking her hand, he asked "do you wanna feel it? "

Sana nodded a bit and he kept her hand on his member. She gasped and looked at him saying "why it's hard and hot? " 

Yoongi laughed a bit and caressed her hair saying "my innocent wife, when I get high, it becomes like this and it needs something to get back to normal... "

Sana understood his words and gripped his member. She asked hesitantly "so if I'll touch it more, it'll become harder? "

"Ahhh... Exactly... " He moaned... 

Sana leaned a bit and kissed his neck saying "you really think I'm that much innocent love... " She bit his soft skin and started sucking it, leaving her marks on him... 

Yoongi closed his eyes tightly and gripped her waist, pulling closer... 

"Prove it then... " He whispered in her ears and she smirked a bit. Gently tracing her kiss towards his chest, she started massaging his member, making him feel heaven...

"Your touches are driving me crazyyy sana... " He moaned as she flicked her tongue on his nipples. In the process, she slid down the foreskin and roamed her thumb on his tip, which was already leaking... 

"Ohhh damnnn sana... "

She smiled and asked "enjoying love... "

He nodded while biting his lips... 

"I want to ride you daddy... " She said seductively in his ears and he grabbed her breasts asking "where... couch or bed? "

Sana pecked his lips saying "bathtub... "

He raised his eyebrows hearing this and she blushed while looking down... 

"I... actually prepared something... " She said while looking down. 

He gently lifted her chin and pecked her nose saying "won't you show it to me love? "

Sana stood up and asked for his hand. He smiled and kept his hand on her, following her way. She took him in bathroom and he was mesmerized seeing the decoration there. Bathtub was filled with rose petals and scented candles were on the side, making the environment more romantic. 

"Wow... " He whispered seeing all these making her smile proudly. He looked at her and smirked while going inside the bathtub. 

Sana looked down and smiled slightly but his voice started her... 

"Eyes on me darling... " He winked and forwarded his hand. She blushed and lifted her chin, looking at his body which was looking sexier in bathtub. She placed her hand on him and slowly entered the bathtub... 

Taking shower gel in loaf, he started applying it all over her body while massaging the pleasure points slightly, making her moan... 

He came close and kissed her passionately. Sana too responded while pulling him and deepening the kiss. He inserted his tongue in her mouth, exploring every corner while his hand was pressing her breast and ass, increasing pleasure and moan for both.

"You ready?” He asked to which she nodded. 

Yoongi spread his leg wide and said " Come and sit, I'll adjust you... "

Sana nodded but she was a bit nervous. He sensed that and caressed her hand saying "I'll be very gentle love... trust me... "

The nervousness in her got replaced by shyness and red tint appeared on her cheeks. Yoongi smiled seeing that and bit her cheeks a bit saying "they are looking like an apple; I feel like biting these soft cheeks... "

This made her blush more and she hit his arm playfully. She kept her leg on either side of his and he took his finger, running all over her clit to find that hole... 

Upon getting it, he put his finger inside slowly and pulled it out making her gasp... 

"Felt good?" He asked and continued fingering her... 

"Ahh... Yes... Shit... Damm fucking good... " She breathed out... 

He whispered over her lips "then think how good my member will feel inside... "

Saying that, he gripped her hips and pulled her down, simultaneously stroking up, inserting him inside her... 

"Fuckkk... " She screamed feeling him... 

"Please take it out... It's paining yoongi... " She cried... 

Yoongi wiped her tears and kissed her neck saying "don't worry babe... the pain is only for a minute... relax... I promise it'll get replaced with pleasure very soon... chill... "

Sana hugged him by shoulder tightly and nodded while sniffing. He was patting her hear and saying sweet words to her along with thrusting gently to make her adjust... 

Soon enough, he heard her moan and smirked "how about now... still paining... "

"Ahh... no... this feeling is so new... ahhh…" She moaned and he started thrusting a bit fast... 

"Yes yes... faster... fuck... "

Yoongi was thrusting and then he hit the spot... that g-spot and she moaned his name loudly... 

"Got it" He said and he was about to thrust more when she said "wait... "

Yoongi (confused) "what happened love... "

"You relax... let me take control... "

Saying this, she started bouncing on his member, making him grip on her hips tight and moan... 

"Damn this feels heaven... " He closed his eyes feeling his dick going in and coming out of her cunt. 

He opened her eyes and the view in front made him higher, her tender breasts bouncing near his face as if inviting him to give attention... 

He immediately grabbed them and took one in mouth, while playing with the other.

“Ahh fuckk yoongi… soo… sooo good babe….”

Both of them were drowned in pleasure forgetting about everything... 

After the session, yoongi wrapped her and him in towel and picked her in arms. Both had their dinner in the room only while feeding each other. After that, he layed her on bed and caressed her cheek asking "you okay na... Is it paining?"

She smiled and kissed his palm, which was on her cheek, and said "it's not paining at all love... I am all fine... "

Yoongi laid beside her and opened her towel... 

Sana (confused) "what... "

Yoongi rested his head on her one breast and kept his hand on another saying "what... It's my pillow from now on... " and closed his eyes... 

Sana chuckled and wrapped blanked on them while caressing his hair... 

"Good night sweetie... "She pecked the top of his head and continued "I love you... "

Yoongi snuggled more in her and said "hmm… Me too... "

... 

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[abcketchup]

I will come running to you

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, little fluff, poetic like writing

Warning: adaptation (?) inspired (?) by Sewol Ferry's tragedy. mentioned of death, abandoned (?) ship sinking. Bunch of angst.

a/n: one little, short story that I wrote for my assignment- but I altered it to be fan fiction structure- the original character's names were Ace Cooper and Rose Stan ㅋㅋ but I wrote Ace imagine him as Yoongi - oh and this story also attributed to Sewol sinking ship tragedy, something like that, few bits of a spring day by bts and through the night by IU.

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You recalled the memories fondly.

Walking along the path of the road near your parents' house reminded you of your past. With you and him together learning what's the meaning of life and love. Walking hand in hand as both of you grow up. When he smiles, it's warm like the sun in the evening, when he laughs, it resounds through the wind, soft and breezy. You met when you were six, still a child, eyes full of mischief, energy filled with young spirit. Bright smile on your face as you asked for his name.

“Hello! I’m Y/n. L/n Y/n. What is your name?”

Eyes warily looking at the girl in front of him, your rosy chubby cheeks, pink lips, and eyes twinkle like a little star that he sees in his bedtime storybook every night before he sleeps. Timidly, he answered, “I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

Yet, just like writing his name on the sand, soon faded along the waves. Disappearing far away, leaving you here, lonely just like a lonely whale.

Soon enough, you realise that he is more important than you ever dared to admit. Like you hate his gut, but no one can touch him. When you notice his eyes dim a little bit because of the bullies, when his smiles are not really reaching his eyes, he forces the smile out. Or every time he eats his favorite food, his eyebrow frowns as if he is mad whenever he eats something he loves.

“Why do you look mad every time you eat?” you asked, as both of you were sitting on the bench during lunchtime.

“I’m not mad.” He pointed to his lunch box, “My mom just made the most delicious food ever!”

Every bit of his habit you know, you don't really want to, but he already lives in your heart rent-free. You know what he loves and what he hates, you even can draw constellations of stars with the knowledge of him.

But fate has different plans for you. When you were sixteen, he moved to another region.

“You really are going?”

“Yes, can’t live here alone, you know.” He jokes.

“No, you can live here with me and my family! You know that my mom doesn’t mind.” You insist, still trying your luck coaxing him to stay. “We can give you the guest room!”

He smiled; eyes softened as he ruffled your hair.

“Y/n, you know that I can’t.” He takes your hand into him as he promised. “I will keep texting you and send you a letter every month, okay?”

Despite that, you lost contact, and you missed him. You don’t know what has happened to him. Suddenly, he just stopped texting, and the letters also stopped coming. You really hope that he is okay. Happy and healthy.

Every winter came by you would bring two mittens as he always forgot. Every summer comes by you bring two bottles of water, because he always has a patchy throat. But he's not there with you.

Now, you turn twenty. So does he. You think he must be happy, with his new friends, he must pass the exam, entering his most desired university, a few steps closer to his dream. He must be getting taller now, you smile, endearing with those memories. But then, you saw someone, a guy, eerily the same one you imagined just a few moments prior. Is that him? No way…

Against your will, you sprint to him. And without you realising it, “Yoongi!” You tug his arm. You feel like your heart stops beating when he turns; so familiar yet so different, his eyes locking with yours. It’s been so long since you last said his name. It feels foreign.

“Y/n?” And the guy looks at you, now fully turning around facing you.

“Yoongi?” You repeat, eyes getting wet.

“Yes, it’s me.” He smiles.

Not a single time wasting as you leap into his arms. All those devastated feelings, horrible assumptions, and overthinking about how he’s doing, are gone with the mere presence of him in front of you.

“You stop texting me.” You mumble, face deep in his chest. “And the letter stops coming too.”

He holds you tight, as he pets your head. “I’m sorry, Y/n. Things are a bit chaotic over there. But now I’m free from the chaos, so I’m coming to you running.” He chuckles, feeling his chest vibrated. “Liar.” You pinch his shoulder as you chuckle, “I’m the one who is running up to you.”

A few moments pass in silence as you bask in each other's presence. It’s kind of awkward with people passing by, and you hug like a long-lost lover; no, you are just best buddies, maybe.

“Hey, people are staring,” Yoongi claimed, voice near to your ear.

Reluctantly, both of you break apart. Yoongi smiles, taking your hands into his as you both continue walking ahead, “Do you really miss me that bad?”

You turned your head, gaze narrowed to him, “What? You’re not?” A bit offended that as if only you adore this friendship. Yoongi laughed, “Of course, I missed you. That’s why I’m back.” You hummed, “You better be.”

You relive your childhood memories, spending time going through the city recalling those fond memories.

“Will you ever tell me why you suddenly disappear?” You can’t help but ask him. It keeps bugging you as to why he’s gone all those years.

“I’m always here you know, guarding you like a guardian angel.” he wiggled his eyebrows, teasing you.

As the sun starts setting, the night shows itself, now you are in front of your house, and Yoongi insists on seeing you back home. Making sure that you're back safely.

“You’re not coming in?” you asked, “My mom would be elated to see you, you know. I’m not the only one missing you.” You feel a bit reluctant to let your best friend go.

“Nope, I’m staying at the hotel in the city.” He said as he put his hand into his coat. “I don’t want to trouble her. You know how she gets if I’m coming.” He smiled, endearing at the thought of your mother welcoming him home.

“But, I promise I will come to see you again.”

“Well, last time you promised too.” You pouted, “but then, poof, you're gone like dust.” And he laughed.

“Okay, I’m sorry about that, but this time, I’m serious. I will come back again soon, okay?” He tries to persuade you. But you still do not believe in him. “Then, can you give me a specific time when you will come?” You try to bargain.

You don't want to wait for him anymore, because all those years of waiting are painful to you. You indeed realise what you're feeling but then you still need time to rearrange your heart, your feelings.

Tapping on his chin, thinking “Maybe, next weekend?” He tilted his head, “How about that?”

Elated, you nodded your head enthusiastically, “I can’t wait to see you again.”

As he promised, he tried to see you every weekend, unless he was busy. Both you and Yoongi are in your sophomore year in different colleges in the city but are still nearby to each other. You promised to meet in the middle, spending time with each other, filling those years of longing when you were apart.

These few months, you fill your time with friendly banter and jokes like you used to. Every time you spend time together, you can’t help that you feel like your heart could burst every time he is near you. You realise that you absolutely have some feelings for him, but you need to ensure your feelings first.

A week later, you meet up as usual at your favourite cafe spot. Both of you carry on your date with usual conversation, updating your days in college, playful banter and other meaningless conversation.

Yoongi sips on his coffee as he just realises that he needs to tell you something. “Oh, by the way, next weekend, I have a college trip with my classmates,” he cast a glance at you instinctively where you just picked on your cake before continuing, “wherefore, I might have to skip our weekend meet.” There, he said it.

Yoongi has been restless with guilt since he knows how much you value your weekend meeting; thus, he feels guilty about skipping it. When he looks over to you, “Y/n?” trying to gauge your reaction you are still mindlessly picking at your cake. A few moments pass then you speak up, “How long?”

“Just for three days.”

“I want to see you off!”

Skip to the present, now you were standing near the jetty before Yoongi boarding. “Hey Yoongi,” you start, breaking the silence. “After your trip, can you come and see me at the playground where we used to play when we were kids?”

Yoongi stared at you, confused. “Um, sure. But why at the playground?” You pursed your lips, kind of bashful. “Well, there is something that I want to tell you.” Your eyes stray to the sea behind Yoongi, somehow embarrassed, “It's just that playground, looks … fun!” It’s where we first met each other, but you can’t bring yourself to say that out loud. As Yoongi is about to retort, suddenly his friend calls out for him. They are about to board.

“Well, see you after your trip,” you said, smiling.

Yoongi stared at you for a little before he decided to pull you in for a hug. “I will come running to you after the trip,”

You scoffed, “Liar.” pushing his shoulder playfully while chuckling as you broke the hug, “I was the one who came running to you.” Yoongi giggles, “Okay, then let’s run to each other next time, okay?”

And off he goes, after a few repeated goodbyes. Your chest feels constricted, you can’t help but be reminded of the last time you were bidding goodbye and he’s gone for a few years.

‘Don’t overthink, he is just going on a trip for three days. Soon, you will see him again and tell him how you truly feel about him.’ You console your heart while promising yourself that you will tell Yoongi the truth of your heart.

As the days pass by, you and Yoongi text each other, updating your day with pictures of what you do, with mundane and sometimes exciting as Yoongi showing the sea and activity on the board. Until the day when Rose, dreading to see Yoongi, arrived.

Posing in the mirror, choosing your clothes, which one suits you better? Which one will make his heart beat a little faster?

Ring… ring… ring… Unknown number.

“Hello, Y/n's speaking.”

“...”

And you indeed come running to him, and he’s not there.

“Is this Y/n, Yoongi's friend?” - “Yes, I am.”

You arrive at the jetty, it’s crowded with parents, family, and friends. All were devastated by the news.

“This is Yoongi's brother. Yoongi once gave me your number. I don’t know why before, he just said in case of emergency. And now…” Somehow you feel like your heart stops beating, feeling like your nightmare turns into reality. “What happened?” Reluctantly you asked.

You are walking past everyone, and without thinking, you just push anyone in front of you, heart beating loudly. Still not grasping this reality.

“We got called regarding Yoongi's cruise ship.” Yoongi's brother sniffles, this is not good. “Their ship was sinking last night when they were on their way back.”

And when you're by the sea, the ship that Yoongi rode a few days ago is not there.

“He and his friends didn't make it.” Yoongi's brother broke down in tears as your heart broke into pieces. “Come to the jetty, y/n. We will wait for you here.”

Then, you saw a woman in her 50s, eerily familiar with the guy that you came running for. You make your way to her, “Mrs. Min?” you ask tentatively, not sure since it’s been years since you last saw her. “Y/n?” She asked, voice hoarse from hours of crying, “Yes, it’s me Y/n.” Confirming that it was you, Yoongi's mother immediately grasps your hand, “Yoongi…he’s” She tries to tell you, but the words are not coming out. And you understand, since you're still hoping, Yoongi's ship miraculously arrived, and all of this was just a prank or misinformation from the ship’s captain. A cruel joke for them.

Afterwards, you are in a group of crying messes, yet no one cares since everyone is in their own devastating state, crying for their loved one, sailing into a ship straight to heaven.

After the news of the cruel, awful tragedy spread out into the media, you didn't dare to open your social media. Your friends who know of your friendship with Yoongi, send their condolences to you and his family. Throughout the funeral, you were there, holding onto his picture. Even your family came and reunited with Yoongi's family. you still couldn’t believe that night was your last conversation.

“Well now, I should go to sleep. Tomorrow I’m coming back home.” Yoongi talks through the phone, he’s been telling you about his trip excitedly, and you hum, “Yeah, tomorrow you should come running to me, remember?” Yoongi laughs, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Of course, I’ll come back to you running. Full speed!”

And that day before he’s boarding, that was their last hug. You should hold him tighter, not letting him go.

It’s been a few months, but you are still coming back to your favourite cafe, sitting at the exact spot with two drinks, iced caramel macchiato: his favourite. You fixed your gaze on the seat opposite yours, where Yoongi used to sit.

“Why didn’t you sit here next to me?” you asked, since you think it’ll be easier to talk.

“Oh, because here, I can see you clearer.” Yoongi grinned, making you a blushing mess.

Sighing deeply, you stand. Bringing both drinks, you make her way to the counter, handing out one of the drinks to the barista, which he gladly takes, as usual.

You walked through the city, the shops, the park, reminiscing those memories time and time again. You're exhausted. You think that going through the memories could lessen this longing, this grief. However, you know that this is not healthy, and not helping at all. It just makes you hold onto him harder, tighter, rather than letting go.

Another month passes by, and now you are packing a few things into a box. “Should I take this box into the lorry too?” Ask one of the guys, who is from the moving company. “Ah, yes, please. I already packed everything into the boxes.”

“You are moving out?” Lynn asked, shocked by the sudden news. You just smiled and nodded. “Why? I thought you loved it here, you know, the city of your childhood.”

“I did, and I still do.” Your expression changed to dejected. “But I can’t move on from him if I keep reminiscing the memories of him here. It's just too much. I’m still moping in regret because I didn’t tell him that I loved him. No, I still love him, Lynn.” You broke down in tears, the one with an ugly sob from deep in your gut. Lynn pulled you in for a hug, softly petting your head, trying to console you.

For the last time, you walk along the path of the road near to your parents' house, reminding you of your past. With you and him together learning what's the meaning of life and love. Walking hand in hand as you grow up. When he smiles, it's warm like the sun in the evening, when he laughs, it resounds through the wind, soft and breezy.

“Hello! I’m Y'n. L/n Y/n. What is your name?”

“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

But, just like writing his name on the sand, soon faded along the waves. Disappearing too far away, leaving you here, as you will always miss him. All the words you keep in your diary, you can’t show them all to him, especially that you love him.

'How can I be so lucky, to stumble into you, who sends me a blessing? If we’re together now, ah, how great it’d be. '

“I’m moving to a new city,” you said while staring ahead at the wide sea. “But soon, I’ll come back here again.” you smile even with your eyes full of tears.

Moving on doesn’t mean that you have to forget everything instantly, but at least you could be able to remember those memories without tears rolling down your cheeks. Because for you, you should remember Yoongi with smiles on your face, as he’s the other side of your heart.

“I will come back here running to you.”

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a/n: end of the story!

disclaimer: this story is purely from my imagination. It has nothing to do with the real-life event.

Just like the Titanic, where they portrayed what they thought was happening on the ship. Thus, this story is also purely fictional made by my overreacting brain. - i miss yoongi already :(