#min yoonngi

[min-yunki-agustd]

Writing Request!

Thanks For the request! I conbinded two of your request so this will be part one.

TW: emeto, nausea, mentions of V****

Sickie: Taehyungie

Caretaker: Yoongi

Word Count:1k+

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Part : One

It was late, Taehyung was in their bed, he'd decided to hop into bed early tonight. Something about dinner wasn't sitting right in his stomach. Maybe he'd eaten too much? yoongi hyung was feeding him a lo during dinner. He was resting on his side scrolling on Twitter when he felt the bed behind him dip. He heard a grown that he knew had to be yoongi. He turned off to see Yoongi hyung laying stiff in his bed playing on his phone. Tae assumes this is his way of spending time with him. Tae turns over and rests his head on his hyung. They stay like that for a while until Taehyung begins to complain to his hyung about his stomach. " do you think you might have had too much to eat ?" Yoongi asks the younger. " I'm not sure but it hurrrttts" tae whines. " come here?" yoongi invites him to scoot closer." taehyung flintches when Yoongies icy pale fingers make contact with his skin. " did I hurt you?" Yoongni asks somewhat concerned. " no" you hands are freezing" tae says pouting. " oh " yoongi says he takes his hand and balls them into a fist against his lips. He blows into them. attempting to warm his hands. He tries again to take a tummy. being as gentle as possible. he gently glides his long boney fingers across the younger's belly. For a while, tae hyung felt nice. The longer they lay on taehyungs bed the more uncomfortable he begins to feel. his hyung notices. " have you tried using the bathroom?" yoongi asks. ' no" tae says pouting again. " go try Tae-tae" Taheyung slowly rises from the bed. He quickly puts a hand on his middle. Gravity swishes his stomach around. nausea hit him like a bus as soon as he started moving his stomach felt like a ton of bricks in a washing machine. huddled over he shimmed to the bathroom. As soon as he sees the toilet he gags and he has to race to it. He retches loudly.

Yoongi sits up slightly confused and definitely concerned. yoongi calls out to tae. " Taehyungie? " Tae can't respond his mouth is full of sick and he's desperately trying not to make a mess. Taehyung retches hard in response to his hyung. He's instantly hit with dizziness and he squats down and aims for the toilet. Yoongi gets up and walks over to the bathroom. yoongi enters the bathroom to see taehyung shivering and shaking over the toilet. loud retches echo all around. Yoongi steps inside. He sits on the bathtub adjacent to the toilet. he rubs Taes back until the choking noises slow to a stop. once Taehyung's able to stop being sick he rests his body on his hyung. " want to go lay down?",yoongi asks. Taehyung lurches forward with a dry gag. Nothing came up. He rests back on his hyung. Yoongni was about to ask again but Taehyung shook his head yes. Yoongi rose from where he sat and gently helped tae off the floor. Taehyung felt weak, nauseous, dizzy, and cold. He shivered in his hyungs arms. once they were back to taehyungs bed yoongi checked his temperature. with the back of his palm. taehyung was boiling hot and shivering. He helped taehyung under the cover and left out of the room to get some meds and a thermometer. Taehyung groaned in pain due to the aching in his stomach. yoongi came back with two different types of medicnie and a thermometer. "this one is for your stomach and fever and this one is for nausea. Tahyung didn't care who did it he just wanted the pain to stop. The first medicine he was given was a pill he washed down with water the second was a little harder to get down. He gagged a bit, and yoongi instantly pulled out a trash can from thin air. Or maybe yoongi hand it the whole time taehyung didn't know. after gagging three times and looking as though the medicine would come back up he managed to get it down.

He rests his head on his pillow. He slept for a while. In what he thought to be his dreams his stomach swirled and he threw up. it was only after he opened his eyes did he realize that he threw up half asleep. Yoongi was there cleaning up the sick off of his blanket-covered legs. yoongi handed him the trash can again and then ripped the blanket off the bed. Taehyung whined and complained. he was shivering. " I know I know, but I have to throw this in the washing machine. I'll come back with a new blanket. Taehyung stayed there on the bed cold achy and stuck puking into a bucket that was slowly filling up. When yoongi came back and taehyung finally stopped throwing up, yoongi threw another comforter over the sickly younger. 'yoongi asked if he wanted his stomach rubbed again and tae shook his head fast at the question. This time yoongi's hands were delightfully warm. Yoogni could tell the younger middle was slightly swollen and irritated. Yoongi must have pressed down too hard because taehyung groaned and pushed his hand off. " are you ok tae?" yoongi asked afraid he might have hurt the other. " yeah stomach just turning." he says. Taehyung slowly drifts off to sleep. Yoongi last back on the bed figuring he should try to catch some zzz's as well. Sleep when the baby sleeps people always say, he thinks to himself. Unfortunately, they didn't sleep for long before taehyung woke up with a lot of stomach pain. Yoongni had tae describe it and make sure his appendix wasn't rupturing. It was when Taheyung hiccupped and gagged when yoongi helped to taehyung and asked," Do you need the bathroom?" yoongi keeps calm. tae's only response is another hiccup. Yoongi asked again getting slightly worried. taehyung shook his head hand still clinging to his face. Taehyung was looking kinda green and dizzy now. Yoongi reached over again and grabbed the trash can for tae to use. Taehyung quickly releases his hand into it and retched hard. his entire body would roll with each retch making him feel even worse with the movement. He threw up for a very long time before being able to rest back on the bed. His entire body ached at that point. The bout of nausea finally lowered a bit and he was able to take another nap. Yoongi stayed at his side offering stomach and back rubs and letting him know he would be alright. This time yoongi couldn't really go back to sleep, he worried about what in the world taehyung eat to make him that sick. If it was the food would yoongi become just as sick? They had eaten the same foods yoongi was fed taehyung practically the entire dinner. yoongi put his worries aside and focused on taehyung. He checked his phone it was 5 o'clock in the morning he figured he'd check the laundry, rest here and then make tae some to eat before calling out of work when tae woke up.

Morning came, and the sun warm sun hitting taehyung's face woke him. he found yoongi at his side. " good morning sickly" yoongi says. "do you feel well enough to take a shower?" yg asked. Taeyhung shook his head. He was lying but he really wanted to brush the sick out of his mouth and tho clean off his sweaty body. " ok then I'll get you some breakfast cooking while you do that. " don't push yourself too hard take your time" yg says before rising off the bed and heading the for kitchen. taehyung does as he's told. He takes a minute to stare at the ceiling, waiting for his stomach to settle down before rising off the bed. He slowly makes his way to the bathroom. In the kitchen, yoongi cuts up carrots as chicken broth boils on the stovetop. He's somewhat delighted when he hears the shower turn on in the other room. Assuming tae made it to the bathtub safely. Once tae hyung finished taking a shower he turns off the water. He has to stop and steady himself for a moment when vertigo hits him randomly. He gathers himself, grabs a towel, and sits in front of the toilet. A strong wave of nausea hit him and figured he'd rather sit in front of the toilet than make a mess on the floor. He sits for a while waiting for something to happen. another ever comes and he slowly rises back to his feet. he sat there for so long that he had completely air-dried off minus his hair. He slowly waddles back to his room to find clean clothes for him. He puts them on and climbs back into bed weakly. Once he was settled he felt as tho he'd run a marathon. Yoongni comes into the room "Food ready would you like to eat it on the couch?" he asks. " sure" taehyung says keeping his responses short. " ok, I'll meet you there ' yg answers. Yoognni runs out of the room to the kitchen. Tae swings his legs off the bed and makes his way toward the kitchen. he's not even halfway across the room when he is struck with a surprise bout of nausea. he hits the floor throwing up on the tiles. Yoongi heard the crash and runs back int to Teahyung's room. As if it were perfect timing the producer yg was supposed to be working with today calls him up. He answers and explains his situation the conversation is short due to the producer being able to hear taehyung gagging and retching in the background. He told yg he completely understood and would inform their boss of the situation.

Once the phone call ended yg was able to give his full attention to take. he helped tae sit up and when he was done puking his soul up yoongi clean the younger off and cleaned up the floor. yoongi keep a closer eye on him from that point making sure he was alright to get around. taehyungs stomach settled enough to eat some of the soup yoongi had ready for him in the living room and they rested there for the rest of the day watching tv.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— THE CULT OF DEVOTION

SUMMARY : “Hii! New follower here, can I request a smut with yandere dean winchester? :)” — anon

PAIRING : vampire!dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : Andy Halle (OMC)

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), baker!dean, stalking (it’s only hot if dean does it), angst, unhealthy obsession, yandere!Dean, nerdy reader, reader isn’t perfect, chronic illness, and more to come

WORD COUNT : 4.8k 

A/N : fob song title. the last time I read a yandere fic was like seven years ago about Min Yoonngi of BTS, I hope it's accurate. this series is for the square for stockholm syndrome on my @jacklesversebingo card. this is super fricken late, but come on, vampire!Dean has my heart (and pu*sy), lmao. Let’s please pretend that vampires have sexy teeth, ‘cause what the fuck, Supernatural? xx

September, 2023

Dean couldn’t remember the last time he felt this alive.

What was it about you that made his breath catch? And the irritating tease that his heart should flutter? As if at any moment his desiccated heart would start beating again after twelve years of being in between dead and alive? 

Why did your existence call to him and become the centre of his life since he met you? How had only thirty minutes passed since he felt a gravitational pull from you? Like waves, gentle, invisible waves that weren’t meant to be felt by anyone. Somehow, they caressed his… something… God, his heart? His soul? Did he even have one of those anymore?

He wasn’t sure of anything. But he was sure that he loved you. 

He heard your quiet, but excited “Oh, my God.” from the entrance of the bakery he’s proud of being the owner of. He looked up to gloat, but the smile fell from his face when he saw you smile tenderly, in awe, at the decor and then the dozens of menus on a rack by the entrance.

You didn’t know, unfortunately, but as the glass door shut behind you, the sun poured over you like honey. The sunlight dripped down your skin and hair and made you glow brighter and more captivating than any angel he’d ever seen. The wind carried the scent of you to his nose, your saccharine shampoo and sugary skin overpowering the confectioneries he’d created. 

The Milky Way Galaxy lived in your eyes when you looked over at the displays, admiring his hard work. You swiftly took one of the menus from the rack, the one hiding in the back, and your eyes avoided the counter at all costs. You made yourself small and unnoticeable by standing in a corner that no one would go near as you whispered—but he heard you clear as an angel’s voice—“oh, yum.”

The door opened again and your hair teased your skin like soft tendrils and every move you made was painfully, naturally graceful. You sneaked a quick glance at the door and then thoughtfully watched as the unimpressive person walked straight towards the counter. 

Dean could feel his throat burn and his lips turn dry. Not hungry for blood, more than anything, he longed for a taste of your lips.

He could smell the rose tint on them and smelled traces of it on your cheeks. He could only feel you. The flutter of your curled lashes, the delicate breaths you took, the way you shivered from the door opening. You huffed in irritation, pulling your green cardigan closer to your warm body. He felt his skin tingle as the cotton brushed against your skin, against the tight white tank top wrapped around your torso. 

He loved the way your cropped shirt rode up at your waistline and the sight of your warm abdomen over your mid-rise jeans. If he could, and he really wanted to, he’d kiss every inch of your sweet skin to feel it blaze against his cold lips. From your ankles hidden beneath bunny-print socks, to the top of your breasts teasing him from the dip of your shirt, up to your neck where your pulse ran with the blood of your heart, but mostly, to your reddened lips as your white teeth sank into the plump flesh after being swiped by your pink tongue.

You looked better than anything he’d ever baked.

“Hey, Dean-o, how’s work?” 

He hated to turn away from you, but he did, to momentarily put his attention on Andy Halle, who came by every weekday around 5:35 every afternoon. His hazel eyes scanned the menu above, but Dean didn’t expect him to change his order anytime soon. 

“Work’s fine. What’ll it be today?” Dean’s eyes flickered back over to you. You stared with nervous familiarity at Andy and Dean noticed your hesitation. Your eyes darted to the exit and Dean was so desperate to talk to you for the first time that he considered shouting after you. But he didn’t know what to say to make you stay, he might even scare you off. 

“I’ll just have what I always have,” Andy mumbled sheepishly. 

“Alright,” Dean huffed out a distracted laugh and held his breath the moment your eyes locked on his. It felt strange that his heart didn’t react, he waited with frustration for it to start beating again, pumping warm blood through his body, and up his face at the way you regarded him curiously. You smiled after a few seconds and averted your gaze shyly, seeming somewhat embarrassed. Dean bit his lip, unsuccessfully stopping his smirk from growing, and focused back on Andy just to ease the blood that had risen up to your cheeks.

Dean took the crumpled money from Andy and handed him his change, but the rest of Dean’s senses were still fixated on you. You sighed bravely and your heeled boots brought you closer to the counter that Andy was now leaving after murmuring a thanks.

Unfortunately, your introduction to Dean was stalled when Andy looked up from his phone to avoid bumping into you. Your name slipped from his mouth in quiet awe and Dean reeled at the knowledge he’d been yearning for. He somehow managed to tear himself away from the place he was rooted to, and murmured your name under his breath, dreamily. 

He started making Andy’s drink and eavesdropped on your conversation with him. He’d glance up at you and Andy in between tasks. 

He caught the awkward, uncomfortable hug Andy seemed to enjoy more than you did and your calculated gaze in his direction again. Dean couldn’t help smiling at you again when your eyes found his and you returned it bashfully before focusing back on Andy. 

Dean wished you would keep your gaze on him. That you’d smile at him longer and bid Andy farewell so you could finally interact with him. 

But you seemed slightly excited to see Andy, despite the nervousness that settled beneath. And Dean’s stomach sank, like a mini black hole that sucked in his insides, a heavy feeling inside him as he considered that maybe you were immune to his charms. Every woman he came across seemed to lose their composure and train of thought. 

But you didn’t do that. You ignored him as if he were just debris in your orbit. To him, it was unacceptable that you would allow the light of your smile and eyes to shine on someone as ordinary and undeserving as Andy. 

He didn’t have a problem with Andy before. But now he did. Dean could point out a hundred physical flaws and a billion flaws in his personality just to make you see that Andy didn't deserve to consume a single second of your precious time.

Dean couldn’t believe he was jealous. 

He relaxed his grip on the counter and breathed air he didn’t actually need to relax himself and focused on making Andy’s coffee—which Dean believed was unnecessarily sweet—while he seethed. 

Why was he jealous of Andy Halle, a boring ex-military guy? Maybe because Andy seemed to know everything about you that he wanted to know. Why did you give Andy your time when you could be talking to him instead? Sure, it’s just be you ordering your drink or your dessert, but something was better than nothing and he needed to be in your galaxy, to be a part of your stars. Even if he was just Pluto in your solar system, as long as he got to be around your perfect, burning light.

His stomach churned, his jaw clenched, irritation burned at his chest, and he considered making Andy’s drink incorrectly just to spite him. Andy puffed his chest, flexed his arms beneath the Henley as if trying to get your attention, to impress you, but you seemed distracted by a tiny imperfection on the marble floor.

“You look amazing, how are you doing?” He asked, slowly reaching over to touch your arm. You snapped out of your daze when he did and subtly pulled yourself away from him. 

You seemed nervous again, your words came late and they were careful only when responding about yourself, because after that, you rambled like a person inexperienced with socialising. “I’m great. How was Poland? I know that was ages ago, but that’s the last I heard of you, I’ve been so busy with my PhD-”

“You got your PhD already?” He interrupted you. Dean smelled the blood rush up to your face again and you stuttered to dismiss such a big achievement. “I’m still working on my Bachelor’s-”

“Everyone works at different paces,” you interrupted him before he could put the spotlight on you and intensify the light. “Bela double majored Accounting and Economics and graduated a year earlier than I did. There was a 55 year-old in my graduating class, as well. He was very smart and he helped me out a lot whenever I was stuck. Every person is different and education doesn’t have to be rushed.” 

Your words had Dean wondering what you would say if he told you he dropped out of high school and only acquired his GED? Would you be as kind? Would you downplay and dismiss all your greatness just to lift him up? Would you work twice as hard to bury yourself in the nonexistent shadows just so you could hide in plain sight? As if you could ever be ordinary. As if anyone had a shadow big enough to hide you, his Sun. 

Andy just laughed, fondly and reminiscent. He must have caught the hint that you didn’t want to talk about yourself. He must have forgotten and only then remembered the way that you were, and that maybe you were still the same in some ways as you were before, because he changed the subject for you. 

Dean felt worse. He wanted to have had all that time with you. To have all that intimate knowledge of the inner workings of your mind. He wanted to have an intricate map of your soul and your heart. He needed it like he needed blood to keep himself soft and far away from being desiccated. 

“Poland was alright. I just did a tour there. Met some great guys there. We went to a couple of other places in Europe and the Middle East. What about Bela and Daph? They didn’t follow you here?” His tone was teasing and your exhale was sad, but your words didn’t reflect the grief Dean felt coming from you in agonising waves. 

“Come on, we’re not gonna be the Three Amigos! forever,” you laughed halfheartedly. Your reference excited Dean, but he focused on closing the lid to Andy’s hot drink and carefully pulled the chocolate croissant out of the heated oven beneath the counter. Could you be any more perfect for him? “Daph’s starting to work at some fancy law firm in California and Bela dragged her girlfriend to New York for some high-paying job,” you shrugged indifferently, but Dean noticed your loneliness. 

He knew better than anyone what it felt like when people weft and weave themselves into your life only to find those threads completely severed from you. Separate destinies. Like seeing himself as a vampire now, having his traumatised brother now trapped in a psychiatric ward for the foreseeable future, and his best friend being consumed by thick black goo—ceasing to exist. 

That was his life now: all alone and out of place in a bakery. 

At least he had something now. You, and in the fifteen minutes that he prepared Andy’s order, he knew more about you than he imagined he’d get on a first meeting. 

You were born here in Lawrence but you’d moved away to go to university with your two best friends. The three of you were focused on separate majors, but somehow the cardings of the three of you were of the strongest metals. You built your resume, prepared yourself with your knowledge and skills in genetics there, before coming back here. 

While Daphne focused on ambition, being the best lawyer, Bela focused on accumulating wealth and building a family with her girlfriend Rose. You… What were you up to? What were your dreams? Your hopes? Your ambitions?

You sounded as dead as he felt. As dead as he was. Like nothing mattered to you. When did that start? Was that always a thing with you? He figured it must have been since Andy seemed to be unsurprised by your jaded attitude towards life.

Imagining you in a lab coat was suddenly the sexiest thing ever. Even the image of you with your hair pulled up looked sexy in his mind. Were geneticists supposed to be sexy? Or was that just the porn-induced image his mind produced? Maybe you were just sexy in every way and discovering what you’ve been up to since you’d last seen Andy, only made him want you more.

Dean couldn’t fathom objectifying you. You were too good for that. 

“Have you had any flare ups?” Andy asked and Dean frowned as he placed the warm snack into a small paper bag on the counter about to call Andy’s name to gain his attention. But he was curious and slowed down. Flare ups?

“No,” you replied, but Dean heard the jump in your pulse. You liar. What were you sick with? “I’m better now. I think your order’s ready.” Dean tried to act calm when you said that and needlessly took two napkins to put above the brown bag containing the hot croissant to look busy. 

“Oh.” Andy stole a look at Dean just as he pushed the cup and bag to the edge of the counter. Andy wavered. “I’ll see you around, right? We can catch up? Go somewhere, even?” He seemed pathetically disappointed and desperate to get to see you. 

Your delayed response made Dean’s lips quirk up. He wanted you to crush any chance or hope that he would spend time with you. But you were probably too kind to be that cruel. “Maybe not for a few days. I’m still unpacking and settling into work. But maybe once everything is calmer, we can hang out.” 

Dejected, Andy nodded, forcing a smile so dimples appeared on his cheeks. He looked down at you when you looked away at the counter, with love in his gaze, romantic love. Dean wanted to vomit in his mouth, but his body didn’t work that way anymore. “I hope everything goes well for you. I really missed you.” 

“Um, thanks,” you smiled and nodded towards the counter. Wow, that’s cold, Dean thought as he held back a sneer. But you seemed more distracted than intent on hurting his feelings. “Before it gets cold. Any suggestions?” You began to walk towards Dean and if he could, he’d pant and hyperventilate at your closeness, even if you were still a distance away from him.

“Right,” Andy inhaled and shook his head gently so his light brown waves shook against his forehead, “you should probably try the rhubarb pie. You still like pie?”

“Yes,” you grinned, bright and playful. Dean would marry you if you were even remotely interested in him. 

You were standing right in front of him. 

Finally, Dean could see you clearly. You wore no makeup besides the tint that brought colour to your lips and cheeks. Your smooth skin against the light was downright kissable. But not as kissable as your plump lips, even if they were slightly chapped beneath the pinkish tint you wore. He bet your mouth felt amazing. 

You smiled, relaxed, showing your pretty teeth. For the first time, Dean wished you’d sink your canines into his neck. And then, your tongue poked out to ease the dryness of your lips and he imagined you’d lick the bite marks you’d leave behind on his throat. He’d love the burn of your saliva on his cold skin, the trail of wet warmth along where his pulse would be pounding with excitement if he were alive. 

He ached for you. Could you please just be his already?

Andy took his drink and the bag with napkins on top. 

“Can I text you?” He asked as he began to retreat.

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged, noncommittal. “I’ll give you my new number so we can message each other outside of social media, just remind me.” Andy grinned happily at your response and Dean looked down to hide the way he rolled his eyes. 

Dean wished you hadn’t done that. He wanted you all to himself. The only hope Dean had that you didn’t return Andy’s feelings was the lack of warmth and heat in your gorgeous eyes, a look which only seemed to steam from Andy’s hazel-greens.

“I do gotta get home, my dog’s all alone.”

“Don’t keep Price waiting,” you teased. Andy laughed as he made his way out and your smile relaxed more into something neutral once you were alone with Dean.

Except, now, Dean couldn’t find words. What happened to his brain?

“Hi,” your shy little smile was an electric current that jump started his entire body. Dean swallowed, but smiled as he gazed down at you, he hoped he didn’t look as in love with you as he felt. 

“Hey,” he breathed out. 

He watched you still, your longing gaze intensified as your eyes swept over the desserts on display once again. He didn’t want to rush you, he wanted to keep you from leaving as long as he could, but you didn’t want to waste his time. He could tell by the way you’d look up at him with your adorable wide eyes. 

“Sorry,” you smiled ruefully.

“No, don’t worry about it. You want the rhubarb pie?” He asked softly. You relaxed visibly at his patience and fumbled with something in the small front pocket of your jeans. 

“Um,” you looked around at the displays indecisively. “Yes, I’ll have that,” you confirmed and Dean was only slightly disappointed that you’d made up your mind so quickly. He nodded and prepared to take a slice from the pie. Should he serve you a big size? 

He felt your gaze on him as he moved around. Fuck, he wanted to blush. Could you reignite his soul already and just allow him to feel human again? 

“What do you think I should try?” You asked curiously, breaking him out of his reverie. He could feel you leaning forward carefully, not enough so your body touched the glass that protected the desserts, but enough so the thin silver necklace resting against your collarbone clinked against the glass. 

Dean looked at you through his lashes and retrieved the generous slice of pie from the rest of its body to place it into a small cardboard box. Your eyes moved over his face inquisitively. 

“Currently, I’m having fun making Sweet Rolls,” he suggested.

You raised a brow, inquiring silently about what exactly that was and he chuckled, but your explorative eyes still moved to every little detail on his face as he spoke and smiled.

He wondered what you saw. What would you discover about him? Could you see his imperfections? The scars from his previous life. Did you like what you saw? The freckles that he hated. Could you read the pain he feels? Or the love you rekindled? 

He dropped his stare to focus on the way he closed the slice of pie inside the box, hoping to hide himself from you. Only he could contain you in his gaze, because he already knew you were beautiful. He didn’t know what you’d think of him and he didn’t think he could bear it if you saw what he saw in the mirror: the opposite of everything that you were.

He grabbed another small box and stole the sweet roll from its warm home. The small confection looked like a miniature version of a Bundt cake, the white glaze poured over the sides looked too perfect to be real. Well, he chose the perfect one for you. He slid the box towards you and looked up to find your eyes still navigating his face. You averted your gaze and bit your lip, flustered. God, you were so cute. 

You clenched your small hands and placed them behind your back as you admired the sweet roll instead. He smirked at you, he would kiss you if it wouldn’t have freaked you out. How could someone be so beautiful and soft? You looked just like the sweet roll to him. 

“It looks like videogame sweet rolls,” you remarked and glanced up at him again. He would never tire of you. 

“Heh, I really liked how they looked, so I decided to make them.” He shrugged. You hummed, this time he watched you as you pondered and turned the sweet roll. You nodded in agreement.

“I like how they look, too, I’ll try it.” Dean smiled and closed the box, placing it next to the pie. You smoothed your hands against your jeans then rubbed your nails together as you watched him. 

“Want anything to drink?” He asked, anything to keep you around. 

Your eyes flickered up to the menu, your expression was thoughtful, so Dean allowed himself to be distracted by thoughts of you. 

At least you didn’t hate him. That was something, right? 

He still wondered how you felt about him and what you thought of him. How much did you like him? Did you think he was cute? Pretty? Did you want to see him again? Maybe outside of the bakery? Or did you just think he was nice and unintrusive? Just… ordinary. Not even friend material. Just the local baker. An acquaintance. 

“Just, uh… hazelnut coffee with creamer. Small. That’s okay?” Hmm, an unpretentious, but delicious coffee. Just like you. Effortlessly amazing. But why were you asking for affirmation?

“Yes,” he reassured you with a laugh. No matter how many times you became flustered, you were unwaveringly confident and brave. You glanced at the sewn word that spelled his name over his unbeating heart and his lips twitched into a wide smile.

He turned around to start making your drink despite longing to keep admiring you. At least he could feel you, your heat and your sweet air. He could hear you, your gentle breathing and your nervous heartbeat. And smell you, your expensive perfume and flowery shampoo. Even the sweet honey of your lotion. 

“Do you live near?” He asked, because… well, you didn’t think he was a creep, right? He looked over his shoulder and you contemplated him. Your eyes locked with his, he watched them soften and then you looked down at the boxes of sweets in front of you. 

“Smack in the middle of the forest,” you admitted. He hummed softly and put a lid on the cup of your hot coffee. Conveniently enough, you wouldn’t have too many neighbours. Maybe he could have a look around your place and not get caught. “It’s my childhood home,” you added methodically, he could sense you were editing parts of your story. He wanted the raw and dirty details, but whatever you wanted to give him was enough. “My mom moved away when we all left to start up our lives. My siblings prefer to live in cities, but my mom and I never did, so she left me the house. It wasn’t favouritism, just sentimentality.”

You were more like your mom, then. He wondered what she was like. What was her name? Did she look like you, too? Did you two talk at all? What was your relationship with her like? Were you like your father at all? What was he like? And what about your siblings? How many did you have? What were they like? What role did you play in your family? 

And why else did you like Kansas? It can’t just be about the forests. Did you like the people? The memories you made with your old friends in town? Did you like the locations? Where did you hang out the most before you left? He couldn’t ask you those questions now, they were too invasive. 

“And your dad?” Dean asked, scribbling your name with a loving smile on the cardboard sleeve. Why didn’t you say anything about him? 

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed. He frowned when he turned to see you and your distant eyes, the troubled pinch between your brows, and your pouty frown. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to pry,” he lied, he wanted to know everything about you. Were you like him? Cursed with daddy issues? 

You blinked and smiled tightly. No, please, let the light shine on him with your genuine smile. 

“No, it’s fine. My mom and dad got divorced…” He wanted to know more, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything that would make you frown. He smiled at you, hoping it would comfort you as he brought you your coffee. You struggled to maintain his gaze this time, but you must have felt something because you waited when you took the coffee from him. He could feel the warmth accumulate in your palms and he waited with you. “Do you… have you ever felt that you wanted to hate someone because they’re so horrible to you, but you just can’t? Like… sometimes you’re sure you hate them, but when you realise who you’re hating… it all just goes away and makes you feel awful?” 

Has he ever? Of course. He understands how much it hurts. He felt that way forever about his dad and his mom. Especially when he learned everything that he did about their past—thanks to the angels and the demons. He hated his dad, but he also respected him, and would even take a bullet for him. He even found that he hated his mom, but he also loved her to pieces. All at once. It’s enough to tear anyone apart inside. 

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean,” he murmured, it took everything in him not to reach out and caress your warm cheek. But it was as if he had, because you pressed your face into your shoulder in embarrassment, then you did a double-take at the cup of coffee. You seemed intrigued as you pressed your fingertips against the black ink that spelled your name on the cup sleeve in his neat, capitalised lettering.

He bit his lip and wondered impatiently what you were thinking of. Couldn’t you just spill your sweet words—completely uncalled for—like every other woman he came across? 

Instead he turned to the cash register and placed bogus numbers in because he really liked you. He lowered the prices for what you purchased and he was relieved that you didn’t question the cost when you tapped your phone against the screen to pay. You were gonna cost him more than he would have liked to admit to himself, but you were so worth the loss. 

He grabbed a paper bag and carefully placed the boxes inside for you. He wanted to give you his number. Would that throw you off? Would that scare you away? How can he be close to you without being so creepy and annoying?

“Thanks… Dean,” you exhaled softly. Dean’s stomach tightened and he struggled to keep himself from getting too visibly excited about his name sounding so dreamy and mellow blooming from between your pillowy lips. 

“No problem,” he whispered, his voice incapable of being as normal as he wanted to appear. He watched you pick everything up to leave and he dreaded that you’d have to go away to your own life. “Have a great evening, sweetheart.” You looked up at him, amused and delighted with something that he did. What was it? Tell him, so he could do it again, so he could see the light burst in your eyes like your stars had been born because he was the missing element needed to bring life into your universe. 

You breathed out a laugh, heat flooded your cheeks, and Dean felt triumphant. He didn’t know what made you smile the way you did, but at least he finally discovered what you had in your pocket when you took it out. You dropped a green bill folded into a small square straight into the tip jar he kept beside the register and he raised a brow curiously.

The countless bills and coins inside didn’t surprise him, but they appeared to interest you. People found him charming. They liked him. Women loved him. Did that mean the same thing to you? Did you like him? Or find him charming? Did you.. love him? 

“Thanks, you too,” you turned away after a short pause and Dean really couldn’t help his leery gaze once you had your back to him. You were so hot. Even from the back. 

He waited for you to leave before fishing the tip out of the box, he wanted to have it framed, he’d do anything to keep it as a reminder of you. He unfolded it and blinked in shock at the hundred-dollar bill. Then, he grinned boyishly, you definitely liked him.

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[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

Me : *life is falling apart in every way possible*

Seven Korean Men that act like 5 year old most of the time :

Four Gryffindors who can change into animals and are all kinda in love with each other :

A bunch of superheros who are definitely not straight :

Me : :)

*edit*

A bunch of 2D volleyball players that are all painfully gay :

Me : :)

[zendiebs]

Interlude : Shadow II

[lilmeowmeowyoongi]

I love them!

[yoonseok]

the cutest ♡ (cr. sugrkook)

[moniloml]

I’m curious. Are there any hispanic/latino armys here? 

[oldunnie]

Low key still wondering why was it only jimin and yoongi who weren't changed their outfit from the flight till they're arrived at bangkok till they're visited the brick live cafe... I mean the rest of the member changed their shirt at least...

[bangtanbae100]

Something’s Fishy (Jungkook x Reader) Part 6

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, angst in the future, au (A lot of appearance from other members too)

Description:Your policy of ‘i don’t know, i don’t care’ certainly benefited as you were hired to manage the popular group BTS on a mysterious trip of utmost secrecy. Unfortunately, what you discovered on accident was too great to be ignored. But the boys needed your help to solve their predicament and save their beloved maknae. Will you stick by your worth and help them or be a snitch and tell the world a terrible secret?

I personally really like this part. This is like the dangerous part of the story. BTW happy hoseok day!!! Our sunshine has turned 24 now and continues to spread love and happiness around the world. I wish he’ll have a great time at the concert tomorrow. If he cries i’ll bawl my eyes out :((

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7   Part 8

‘Aaaand…here we are! Make yourself at home.’

 His hyungs crowded the doorway, hastily prying off their shoes after seeing you do the same. Only when they disappeared inside, exclaiming at the interior, did he place his beloved Timberlands by the doorway and stepped inside.

It was a modest village home, built using traditional wooden materials like the rest of the houses. But yours had small hints of a young person living in it. The living room was airy and felt large due to the minimal amount of furnitures. There were posters from famous landmarks around the world dedicated to one wall, as well as collectibles, mostly snow globes that were neatly arranged in a glass case. Jungkook darted over to a section full of family portraits. Oddly, most of them only contained two people – you and another older girl. A few has your grandmother in them, and some of the village children.

‘Well, I hope you guys aren’t too disappointed with this arrangement. Your side didn’t specify anything, so I thought it would be okay if I house you in. Plus, the hotels are far away in the city and it would be time consuming to go back and forth. And, I don’t think you guys are expecting a typical trip since you chose to be here anyway. Still, I hope you don’t feel too uncomfortable,’ you explained, hoping they didn’t think you mean anything by inviting seven men into your personal home.

‘Don’t worry, Y/N. This place is perfect. You have a pretty house,’ Jin assured to your immense relief. ‘By the way, won’t your grandma mind?’

‘Oh, she won’t,’ you chuckled. ‘She doesn’t live here.’

‘Oh, really?’ Taehyung asked. ‘What about your parents?’

You shrugged. ‘My mom died a really long time ago. My father when I was ten. They passed down the house to me so my grandmother doesn’t really have any say on who I should or shouldn’t bring.’

Jungkook could feel his hyungs visibly cringe and he could see Yoongi making a strangling gesture towards Taehyung. Jungkook bit his lip, trying to find a way to ease the awkwardness when you burst into laughter.

‘Oh my god! Guys, you should see your faces!’ You doubled over in a fit of snorts of laughter. ‘You look like you just murdered someone! Relax,’ you waved your hand. ‘It’s not a big deal. I hardly remember them.’

‘Oh,’ Namjoon literally deflated with relief. ‘Well, we’re sorry anyway.’

You shook your head. ‘You guys are funny. Well then, the bathroom’s in the kitchen and you guys can use the last two rooms. If you need anything I’ll be fixing lunch in the kitchen since I know you guys are starving. And…just make yourselves at home.’

 Lunch was an amazing affair.

Jungkook had no idea how you could literally whip out a whole buffet in under two hours, but that was what you did. Plates upon plates of seafood lined the round dining table. The smells made the boys literally drool as you explained each dish and the local table etiquette. With seven additional people, the table was quite snug, but the cumulative hunger made them ignore that. As soon as everyone was seated, all of you began digging in. Halfway through, most of them were drenched with sweat, especially Yoongi and Hoseok, who marveled at the spiciness of the dishes.

‘I’m really sorry. I really did tone down on the chilli peppers. Next time I’ll let you guys taste first,’ you apologized profusely, while handing out huge clumps of tissues to the red-faced duo.

‘No, I mean, this is really great,’ Hoseok sucked the air between his teeth as he waited for the heat to abate. ‘But yeah, I can’t stand the heat too much.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ you turned to Jungkook. ‘Do you want more rice? There’s still plenty to go around.’

Jungkook was a little startled when you called his name. He had been silently going through the meal, not wanting to attract your attention. But now he found himself looking as you expectantly reached to scoop more rice into his plate.

‘Is this enough?’ You indicated to the small mountain of rice in his plate. He nodded and resumed his meal.

‘I think Jungkookie really likes your cooking. If he really likes something he won’t bother making conversation,’ Jimin nudged him, and Jungkook pretended not to notice your smile as he scooped more side dishes onto his plate.

‘Really? That’s a relief. It’s really a satisfaction seeing people appreciate my efforts.’

At this Jin exclaimed. ‘Yes, finally someone who understands my feelings,’ he turned to the others. ‘Kids, if I cook like this will you eat my meals then?’

‘Don’t bother hyung,’ Namjoon mumbled through his chewing. ‘You’ll just ruin it.’

You laughed as Jin mimed hitting Namjoon at the back of his head and giving him the evil eye. ‘Oh, that reminds me of something. There’s a little show tonight at the village square. If you guys want to join, I can bring you there.’

‘Oh really?’ Taehyung perked up. ‘What kind of show?’

‘You’ll see.’

 As it gets dark, you remind the boys to get prepared. They were all pretty excited, especially since you acted all mysterious. You’ve seen the show plenty of times in your life, but tourists were always fascinated by it. Besides, you have no clue how to fill in their time, and asking the purpose of their trip still seems intrusive to you. Just as all of you were ready to leave – Taehyung forgot where he placed his camera’s memory card and was now in a scrambling panic – there came a small harried figure at your door.

‘Hey sis,’ you nonchalantly greeted. ‘Back already?’

‘Oh, hey Y/N,’ your sister, Intan said distractingly. She was currently struggling with the straps of her camera, which seemed to be strangling her, unaware of the visitors currently observing her with a bemused expression.

‘Uh, Intan, I thought you’d like to know-,’

‘Oh this stupid fucking thing!’ she yelled in frustration as the knot became worse. ‘I ought to just smash you for the trouble!’

You sighed at the less-than-savory first impression and the onset of humiliation that she would feel later at her actions. Deciding to end it, you began to move towards her when Taehyung burst out from the room, holding his own camera triumphantly in the air.

‘I found it! Now let’s-,’

What ensued was an almightly crash which sent both to instinctively protect their precious cameras, taking the brunt of the impact with their own bodies. A shrilling scream pierced from your sister’s throat from the unexpected assault. There was absolute silence for about five seconds, before your sister screamed again, pointing an accusatory finger towards Taehyung who was rubbing his temples in pain.

‘Oh my God! Who are you? Y/N-,’ she turned towards you only to find six other people in awkward positions, not knowing how to react. ‘Y/N, who are these people?’

Before you could answer, Taehyung gave a little gasp of awe. ‘Oh, wow! Is that… the Nikon D700 model with 55mm sigma lens? I’ve always wanted to buy it but they ran out of stock and I have to wait for two months. The resolution is crazy and-,’ he stopped mid-ramble when he noticed your sister looking at him like he was speaking an alien language. Which in a sense, he was.

‘Um, Taehyung. My sister doesn’t speak Hangul. But, I’ll try to fix this,’ you grasped your sister’s shoulder, pointing to the young man who was now beet red in embarrassment. ‘This is Taehyung. He and his friends are staying here for a while. I’m being paid extremely well for this so please don’t ruin it,’ you stressed the last point as you informed your sister in your native tongue.

‘And Taehyung and co, this is my beloved older sister. She may not look like it, but believe me she’s older. Please excuse her behavior. She’s much more civil with guests. Most of the time.’

Your flustered sister finally regained enough sense to absorb the incident, apologizing to everyone and to Taehyung especially of her outburst. You could feel her desperately trying to find a way to regain her dignity and discovered it in the object cradled preciously in Taehyung’s arms.

‘Hey, that’s a cool model,’ she pointed at it, speaking in English. ‘You take good pictures?’

‘Uh yes!’ Taehyung perked up. ‘I love take pictures,’ he mimed snapping photos with his camera.

‘Scenery pictures?’ your sister asked again, but Taehyung just gave her a confused look. She proceeded to show the shots she had in her camera. ‘Like this? Nature?’

‘Oooh, pretty!’ Taehyung exclaimed, admiring your sister’s professionalism. ‘You…camera job?’

You can sense the conversation – however choppy – will get pretty lengthy. Gesturing to the others, you exited the house, trying to make it in time before the show started. The others also relented, leaving the two who were now deeply absorbed in their discussion.

 Thankfully, all of you managed to grab a few seats. Most of the villagers were already there, crowding the small area near the riverbank, facing the simply made stage. Curious villagers were all directing stares towards him and his hyungs. Jungkook could feel that you were afraid they would feel uncomfortable, but Jimin quickly assured you that it was fine. Some of the children shyly approached them, touching their clothes and colorful hair. Of course, they didn’t mind the physical contact. Hoseok especially, warmed up to them pretty quickly, laughing when they marveled over his bright pink hair. Yoongi was at the opposite of the spectrum. He just smiled silently at them, sometimes taking their pictures and showing the result, a look of satisfaction crossing his features when they clapped their hands at seeing their faces in his camera.

After a while, the performance leader asked everyone to be seated, as the show was about to start. Behind a white cloth, a candle flame was illuminated, giving out the aura of a ghostly orange glow.

‘This is called a shadow puppet show. It’s a traditional show, where someone tells a story behind the screen using shadows from handmade figures,’ you briefly informed them.

‘Who’s the storyteller?’ Jimin asked.

‘The master puppeteer. Sometimes it’s-,’

Before you could finish, the gong sounded, signaling the start of the show. A puppet figure appeared, and the story began:

‘Once, long long ago, before man discovered the ways to cross the sea, there lived a prince. He was a famous warrior known to be fearless and fiercely protected his people from his enemies. After many many victories, he became so powerful that he was sure he was invincible. He claimed that nothing can seduce Death to come to him. So sure he was of his might, he became arrogant and challenged anyone to beat him to a duel, of which as a reward he would let the winner rule over his land.’

The shadow of the prince boasted arrogance, swinging a sword up high in the air.

‘His challenge was heard to the ends of the earth, but only one in particular decided to accept it. The person travelled far, at last arriving at the court of the prince. Cloaked, His Majesty could not recognize the stranger. But he let the visitor lay out his terms.’

‘And so the stranger spoke, “I need neither blades nor fists to beat Your Highness. Only I request that your window will be open at night, and listen to a song that will not lead Death to you, but you to Death.” The prince barked with laughter at the claims, but the stranger merely excused himself. That night, as requested, all the windows in the palace were bared wide, letting in the cold sea air. Then, as midnight falls, the breeze brought forth a melody. At first very faint, but later became a sweet seduction to the ears. The prince fell under this spell, finding him and dozens of his people walking senselessly towards the shore, where the song seemed to be coming. The stranger saw this, as she – yes, a woman – perched on a high rock, observing the humans wading into their own deaths. Her otherworldly voice ensnared them such that even the cold sea cannot awaken them. So slowly, ever so slowly, they each sink to their deaths trying to reach her, and her haunting song.’

Jungkook watched with intense as the tiny shadow figures disappear from the makeshift waves, drowning as the song was sung.

‘The creature held the prince to his word. Every year of the same night, the song would drift upon the land, and those with weak will were instantly pulled to it, no matter how much their family tries to stop them. And so the people moved away from the sea to escape the curse. The creature’s power did not extend beyond that, but parents would warn their children to not follow strange songs, and to strengthen their wills against it. But it is said that the creature has henchmen on land, determined to carry out the promise made by the foolish prince. It could be anyone, guised in human form. It could be you,’ the puppet’s long finger pointed to a man in the crowds.

‘Or you,’ it pointed to a child, resting contently among his friends. The puppet seemed to look to point to someone else. Finally, its crooked finger settled, seeming to reach beyond the screen.  With an accusatory tone, the puppet master’s voice boomed, making Jungkook tremble.

‘You.’

[nevermintyoongi]

No More Dream | Part 1

A/N: Hi guys! Hope you like the new part!!! I know it hasn’t been a lot but be patient because the action will come soon!!

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[hungline]

to busan we go | ch 1

pairings: yoon2seok, past yoonmin2seok  genre: horror, angst, action, train to busan au, rated e  warnings: blood, heavy angst, minor character deaths, fem!jihopekook, movie spoilers, descriptions of seizures   words: 6121 

summary: In the crazy of it all, Yoongi is just making sure the ones he loves make it through this. 

⇢ day twenty-nine of 31 days of halloween 

⇢ chapter one of to busan we go [ABANDONED]

It’s way too early in the morning for this, but Yoongi is going to have to deal with it anyway.

Firefighters roar past in their trucks, heading for the large plume of smoke coming from Yoongi’s left. Yoongi blinks as they go past, exhausted beyond belief. Hyoseon is kicking the back of his seat in sleep, her brows scrunched together in discomfort. Seokjin sits beside her, hands running through her hair as he tries to soothe her back into a dreamless haze, failing completely. Yoongi tries his best to smile genuinely when Seokjin meets his gaze in the rearview mirror, but even Yoongi isn’t fooled.

Jeongah sits in the passenger’s seat beside him, still on the phone with her mother. Yoongi doesn’t like thinking about Jimin often, and he knows that his lovers don’t like to either, but when Jeongah had insisted that she wanted to see her mother for her birthday, Seokjin had relented and said it was the least they could do since they were all too busy preparing for the new baby. Still, it isn’t like any of them (except for Jeongah) are actually happy about the prospect of seeing Jimin.

Yoongi watches as the last of the fire trucks speed by before he pushes on the gas pedal and carefully steers the car towards the train station once the light has turned green again. How he wishes he could be curled up in bed right now, surrounded by soft, warm blankets. Curved around Hyoseon’s back with Seokjin’s knobbly fingers in his hair is Yoongi’s favorite place to be and instead, he's driving to the train station at the asscrack of dawn.

But even he has to admit that making his daughter happy is much more important than sleep.

They make it to the train station in record time and Yoongi parks in the car garage across the street from it. Jeongah is silent as she climbs out of the car and dons her backpack, looking back to grab hold of Seokjin's hand, ignoring the hand Yoongi had offered her. Seokjin gives him an apologetic smile and notches his head in Hyoseon's direction. Yoongi rushes to her side, helping her out of the car and grabbing her purse before he double checks he has his phone and keys and they begin to make their way towards the station, Yoongi locking the car behind them as they do.

It's quiet in the early morning of Seoul, barely any cars driving on the road. Yoongi basks in the silence and the purple-orange haze of the sun beginning to rise. He forgets sometimes how beautiful the city can be when man isn't there to destroy and pollute it with all his noise and chatter. Hyoseon leans her head on Yoongi's shoulder and Yoongi smiles down at her, careful not to look into her eyes.

Yoongi isn't very sure when it began to happen, but shortly after Jimin had left them, Yoongi detached himself from his lovers and threw himself into work. In the fallout, he'd lost his connection with his daughter as well and Yoongi knows that it's entirely his fault, but that doesn't make it any easier to handle. And despite his awful behavior, Seokjin and Hyoseon have stayed.

Yoongi doesn't deserve them.

But he'll stay. If they still want him, he'll stay and take whatever comfort they offer him.

Seokjin gets their tickets once they reach the ticket booth and Yoongi hands over a few bills, not caring about the amount so long as they got the best seats available. With Hyoseon being pregnant and all, Yoongi wants to make sure that their unborn son isn't put under any unnecessary stress and considering that Yoongi gets paid a lot, it's really no big deal to pay so much for the First Class tickets. Seokjin grabs the four tickets and thanks the man in the booth, pulling Jeongah after him when they turn to walk onto the platform and find their train to Busan.

Jeongah boards first, Seokjin following after her then turning around to help Hyoseon on. Yoongi doesn't expect for Seokjin to offer him a hand either, but he's pleasantly surprised when his lover grabs his wrist and helps Yoongi onto the train anyway. They switch positions then, Seokjin guiding Hyoseon to her seat with a firm hand on her lower back while Yoongi and Jeongah linger behind them, too caught up in their silent struggle to notice much else.

Yoongi has a hand extended towards his daughter, palm flat and fingers calloused. Jeongah eyes it warily before peering up into his face and taking his hand slowly. Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief and leads her towards their seats. Seokjin smiles as they walk past and settle into the seats in the aisle across from them. Jeongah leans back into her chair and looks past Yoongi towards the window, settling in for the long ride ahead of them. Hyoseon is asleep again and Seokjin is stroking her hair, a tender smile on his face as he gazes down at her.

And Yoongi can admit that Hyoseon is beautiful. With her heart-shaped lips, her heart-shaped face, and her pretty brown eyes, anyone would have to be crazy to not think her so. Yoongi watches as Hyoseon shifts in sleep, the first ray of sunlight falling across her cheekbones.

She's absolutely stunning like this. Asleep, early dawn breaking on her face and a peaceful expression spread across her features. Yoongi sometimes forgets just how much she means to him, just how much Seokjin means to him, and how much Jimin used to mean to all of them.

God, Yoongi really has been a complete fucking asshole during these past couple of months. He wonders why Hyoseon and Seokjin have stayed with him, despite his behavior and his blatant way of avoiding them.

Yoongi does not deserve the love and kindness Seokjin and Hyoseon offer him with their everything and never expect anything from him in return.

He is such a horrible human being! He should justー

Yoongi's phone rings then and Yoongi hastens to answer it in order to not wake Hyoseon. He barely spares the caller ID a glance before he's holding his cellphone up to his ear and mutters out what he hopes is something similar to a greeting.

The call is mostly a blur and Yoongi is mildly irritated when he finds out the fire trucks from earlier were due to a strike at Ansan Industrial Park.

"Prepare a situation report for me. I'll be back after lunch, maybe," Yoongi mumbles, rubbing a hand over his face, slightly irritated and annoyed now that he has to go into work today.

Yoongi hangs up after that, putting his phone on vibrate as he settles back into his seat. Jeongah is staring accusingly at him, arms crossed over her chest and Yoonngi blanches at the display. An apology is already on the tip of his tongue when Seokjin leans over and pats her head comfortingly.

"Appa is having a problem at work, Jeongie. You know he specifically took the day off for your birthday. Don't be angry," Seokjin whispers, another hand rubbing Hyoseon's stomach as she begins to stir at the sound of his voice.

Yoongi blinks, dumbfounded but smiles and nods when Jeongah looks back at him. "It's true, baby. I fought tooth and nail for this day off."

Jeongah merely sighs and turns in her seat, angling her body towards Seokjin who's running his crooked fingers through her hair, humming a lullaby. Yoongi mouths a thank you at his elder lover, gratitude written all over his face and Seokjin nods, smiling sympathetically.

Yoongi really doesn't deserve this kindness.

The train powers up then and Yoongi can't say much when Jeongah takes out her coloring book and lays it flat across her knees, flipping through the pages. Yoongi watches her for awhile, feeling that drowsiness of sleep encroaching on him. He had gotten up early today, much too early for even him and Seokjin is wide awake, drinking a coffee he packed, so if Yoongi does end up napping, he knows no harm will come to them.

As the train begins to move, Yoongi tangles his fingers around the straps of Jeongah's yellow backpack and hums appreciatively when Seokjin strokes his jaw and eases him into the comfort of sleep.

  Yoongi jerks awake sometime later.

It takes him a few seconds to realize he's alone in the row of seats.

Jeongah's backpack lays forgotten on the seat, Yoongi's fingers still somehow tangled in the straps of it. Her coloring book is sticking out from the opened end of the backpack and Yoongi wordlessly zips it close, picking the backpack up as he stands, searching the aisles for any signs of his family.

Car three is void of any Min household members and frantically, Yoongi begins to walk towards car two. Maybe they've all just taken a trip to the bathroom, he thinks, Hyoseon is pregnant after all so she has to go often and usually Jeongah goes along to keep her mother company.

And the attendant passes by him, going towards car two, whispering frantically into the walkie-talkie he holds up to his mouth.

"Is she breathing?" Yoongi manages to hear.

Yoongi doesn't know what the person on the other end responds with, but soon the attendant is muttering. "Is it airborne?"

The other person on the end of the line answers, her voice shrill and panicked. "No, but her seizures are uncontrollable. Sir, what should I do?"

Yoongi immediately turns and follows after the attendant who is picking his pace up as he almost runs towards car four. His phone rings and Yoongi answers immediately, his eyes catching on the glowing screens of the televisions in the train car, all them of them tuned into the news channel where scenes of a riot are playing out.

"I'll have to call you back," Yoongi immediately mutters when the call connects.

"But sir, the riot," the voice of his assistant rings tinnily through the phone.

Yoongi frowns and practically growls his earlier statement, annoyed that work is keeping him from finding out who exactly is having a medical crisis on the train. "I said 'I'll have to call you back."

Yoongi hangs up then, cutting off the nervous pleas of his assistant and keeps following the attendant.

Her seizures are uncontrollable...

Yoongi winces when an image of Jeongah shaking on the floor, unable to breathe as a seizure wracks her small body accompanies the words of the panicked woman on the walkie-talkie. Then a new image of Hyoseon gripping her stomach and frothing at the mouth follows after it and Yoongi picks up his pace, frantic now to find out where his daughter and the mother of his children are at.

The assistant starts to jog when he gets no further response from the woman on the walkie-talkie and down along the other train cars, Yoongi can see some sort of commotion breaking out. People watch him as he runs past them, curious as to why two men are rapidly moving through the train. Yoongi keeps moving, not pausing to take a breath when he can hear Seokjin calling his name behind him.

Then he freezes and looks back once he realizes that Seokjin called him.

Seokjin stands in front of the bathrooms between cars five and four, the door open behind him as if he'd just stepped out. Yoongi blinks, a little startled and realizes that Jeongah and Hyoseon aren't with him so he turns around and keeps moving, holding up a hand to silently tell the elder to hold on a second. Yoongi opens the bathroom doors beside him, finding them both empty and then he sprints into the next car, set on searching the bathrooms there as well. But those bathrooms are void of any signs of Jeongah and Hyoseon as well.

In car six, people begin to run past him, making their way towards the cars in the front with screams accompanying them. Yoongi pushes through, not caring about what may be going on, but then pauses once he catches sight of what looks like a fight in cars eight or nine.

Yoongi peers ahead, moving slowly now. The attendant from before is running through car seven, pushing people out of their seats and telling them to run. Another attendant, maybe the woman from the walkie-talkie is running behind him, her movements wild and her face bloody. Yoongi gapes in horror when the woman jumps onto the attendant and throws him to the ground in a struggle. More people are screaming and running now, but Yoongi can't take his eyes off the scene before him.

He doesn't feel the urge to run until the attendant stands back up and hangs his head awkwardly, a bloody bite very clear on his neck. They make eye contact through the cars and then he's running, a growl emitting from somewhere deep in his throat. Yoongi flees, barely pausing to notice that Jeongah is standing near the bathroom doors he'd just checked and grabs her by the arm, hauling her up into his arms as he runs. He runs through car six but is greeted by a deranged man in car five and falls to the side, kicking at the man when he encroaches on them. Yoongi stands up again and keeps running.

Seokjin is now standing in front of a bathroom door between cars four and three and Yoongi yells at him to run once he's made it into car four. Hyoseon steps outs of the bathroom in front of Seokjin and whines about the bathrooms being gross but freezes when she sees another deranged man attacking a woman. Seokjin approaches them, ignoring the fact that Yoongi is screaming at him to run. And the man turns on him, the woman going limp in his arms and Yoongi runs past, still screaming at him to run and takes Hyoseon's arm, dragging her along with him.

They run into the third car now, where they'd been seated before and Hyoseon pulls on Yoongi's grip, putting her foot down on waiting for Seokjin to join them. Seokjin is currently kicking the man off him, the woman now trying to make a move on him but Seokjin is fast and dodges, shooting up and away already sprinting past Hyoseon while Yoongi has just made it into car two where everyone is now holed up. Yoongi sets Jeongah down, pushing her behind him and sweats as his two lovers run towards him. He didn't dare look back as he was running but now that he has to face it, he's glad he didn't.

The mob of bodies following Seokjin and Hyoseon is alarming and frightening. Long gone is the thought of a medical emergency in Yoongi's mind as he watches his lovers run for their lives. The passengers behind him are screaming at him to close the door. His mind is blank as Hyoseon stumbles and Seokjin catches her, the mob almost upon them now.

They're not gonna make it, Yoongi thinks to himself. They're not going to make it.

He doesn't have to think about it when he steps forward and closes the door of car two. Hyoseon looks up at him as he does, her eyes accusing and Yoongi's heart breaks because he knows this is the last straw. Seokjin punches a man behind him, pushing her forward, urging her to run as he punches a woman away and then they're running again. But Yoongi knows it's over.

They can put up with him being emotionally distant and they can put up with him avoiding them by working so many goddamn hours, but he knows they won't be able to put up with him deciding to let them die so that he and his daughter can have a chance at living.

Because he knows that by closing the door he's doomed them. Monsters he'd only ever seen in films are chasing his lovers and he's helpless to the plea and the tiny voice of hope that berates him for closing the door.

Miraculously, they make it.

Seokjin shoves the glass door open and pushes Hyoseon in and Jeongah is there, crying and pulling her mother close. Seokjin slams the door close behind him, wincing when bodies thud into it and Seokjin uses all his might to keep the door closed.

Yoongi observes it all, detached from reality as the dread settles in. The bodies keep thumping into the door, wild and savage and thoughtless.

None of them make any moves to use the handle to open the door.

"How do you lock this!" Seokjin yells at him.

Yoongi blinks, still not really comprehending what's going on.

"Let it go," Yoongi murmurs.

Seokjin shoots him with a gaze that can only convey the words, you must be fucking with me.

Yoongi clears his throat and says a little stronger, "I don't think they know how to work it. Let the door go."

It's a wild guess and Yoongi is more than likely wrong and will end up getting them all killed and he doubts that Seokjin even trusts him anymore, but the elder nods and lets go of the door. The bodies continue to throw themselves at it, and still, no moves are made to open the glass door that separates them from the zombies.

"They only reacted when they saw us," Yoongi says, with no idea where he's pulling this from.

Immediately, Hyoseon grabs a water bottle and throws it onto the glass, grabbing an abandoned newspaper as she takes pages out and smooths them down. The thudding stops and Yoongi can see through the newspapers the shadows of the zombies. They begin to amble away, mindless and slow, and Yoongi sighs in relief, freezing when Hyoseon punches him in the face.

Pain explodes across his jaw and he collapses onto the floor, in awe of just how much strength Hyoseon can pack in one punch. Jeongah cries out and takes Hyoseon's hands, pushing at her mother to step back and away from Yoongi. Yoongi looks up bewildered as Seokjin pulls him up and tenderly fingers at his jaw before nodding and turning to subdue Hyoseon.

"You asshole!" Hyoseon spits out. "All these months, we've forgiven you for being distant! For staying away and keeping to yourself and we loved you anyway! And you had the fucking nerve to abandon us! Us! The mother of your children and your boyfriend of fourteen fucking years! Fuck you, Min Yoongi!"

"Hyoseon-ah," Seokjin murmurs, hands on her shoulders as he ignores the stares they receive from the other survivors. "Right now is not the time. Let this go. We can discuss this later when we're all safe."

"NO!" Hyoseon roars, pushing Seokjin away as she jabs a finger in Yoongi's direction, her voice full of loathing and a hatred that Yoongi had never known she'd been harboring. "Fuck you too, Kim Seokjin! You've been defending him all this time. You've given me excuses and lied to our daughter about where he's been because you're blinded by the man you used to know! He isn't your childhood best friend anymore! Why do you think Jimin left, huh? I loved Jimin with all my heart! But she couldn't stand him anymore! She left because of him! And then he left us as if it wasn't his fault Jimin had left! Now, he tried to kill us and you're still defending him! How could you? Do our lives really mean nothing to you, Seokjin? Does the life of our unborn son mean absolutely nothing to you?"

Yoongi blinks, stunned. He's known his lovers for many years and during those years, he's learned that Hyoseon doesn't have a hateful bone in her body. But she's delirious with anger now and Yoongi's jaw stings, a bruise probably already beginning to form on his pale skin. He ignores the others in the train car and instead takes a step forward to say something, anything, to Hyoseon to make her understand, but whatever nonsense he was going to spout is cut off by Seokjin pushing him back and puffing his chest out when Hyoseon starts to bang her fists on him.

"You've made me go through so much shit for him! So much! Even when we first got together. It was always, Yoongi-this and Yoongichi-that and Hyoseon, don't forget that Yoongichi is allergic to mushrooms when you order pizza! Well, I'm tired of it! Once upon a time, I loved him too! I really truly did, but now I don't feel anything for him but hate and resentment. He took my Jiminnie, Oppa. He made her leave us. Leave me. And then he left us to die," Hyoseon shouts into Seokjin's chest, her fists now pitifully striking him as she starts to lose steam, Jeongah still clinging to her like the little girl she really is. "He doesn't love us anymore, Jinnie. When will you realize that?"

"Hyoseon, you're upset and I understand. Our lives weren't the only ones at risk and Yoongi did what he thought was right at the time and if you don't want to be with him anymore then that's understandable too. But this really isn't the time to yell at the top of your lungs and throw a fit over it. We're all scared and we're all bound to do things to save our own skin. Please calm down," Seokjin whispers.

"Mama," Jeongah sobs into Hyoseon's cardigan, her hands fisting the material roughly. "Mama, please. You're scaring me."

Hyoseon draws Jeongah close, holding her for a while as the other passengers lose interest and begin filing themselves into car one. Yoongi watches this all in a daze, stepping around and leaning against the wall when Seokjin manages to make Hyoseon sit down with Jeongah beside her. Yoongi can vaguely hear a man with a bossy voice yell from the front car that the conductor needs to stop in Cheonan, no matter what orders the conductor may have received from control center. Jeongah tugs on his arm, her little face anxious and scared and Yoongi suddenly feels the inexplicable urge to cry.

"Mommy's not answering," Jeongah whispers.

Yoongi crouches down and pulls his daughter into his arms. If she cried into his chest and held on tightly to the lapels of his jacket, he acted none the wise about it.

The train begins to slow as they drive into another station, but they don't stop. And Yoongi can see why when he stands and looks to his right, watching with horror as zombies throw themselves at the train windows, attacking people outside on the platform. Yoongi keeps Jeongah's face pressed into his stomach and holds her a little tighter until the train picks up speed again.

Seokjin takes his elbow, pulling Yoongi into his side as they stand huddled over the seat Hyoseon had managed to grab. Hyoseon doesn't look at him but when she pulls gummy worms out of her purse and eats a few for Sleepy (the nickname they'd given their unborn son because Seokjin was taking too long to decide on a name) then silently offers one to Yoongi, Yoongi knows that she isn't as angry with him as before.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi mumbles, his eyes focused on the top of Jeongah's head. "I'm so sorry. I love you both, I really do. I'm an asshole and I'm sorry. You both deserve more than me."

Seokjin thumbs away the few stray tears that Yoongi lets loose and Hyoseon takes one of his hands, pulling him down until he's face level with her and kisses him in between his brows.

"I'm still mad at you," she murmurs. "But for right now, let's focus on surviving this mess."

Yoongi nods, accepting the gummy worm she holds up to his mouth and easily folds himself into Seokjin's embrace while Jeongah clings to them all.

  When they climb off the train in Daejeon station, Yoongi remains calm as a dirty, homeless man follows closely behind them.

Yoongi had talked to a reporter friend of his, Yoo Kihyun, to get them special transportation out of the city escorted by a team of military men lead by Kihyun's boyfriend. The same man had been in the row of seats Yoongi had held his phone conversation but thought nothing of it when he took a closer look and saw that the man was extremely rattled. So Yoongi thinks nothing of it now as well.

At least not until he pushes the barrier to the side and drags his tiny family to the right with the man a few steps behind them.

"Main square is that way," Yoongi pauses to throw over his shoulder once they've reached the hallway. "Just follow the others."

"I think I'll be going with you," the man answers, his voice a deep rumbling octave higher than Yoongi's own voice. "I heard your call. About pulling you four out. I know the others go in quarantine."

"Yoongi," Seokjin hisses disapprovingly.

"I'll go tell the others," Jeongah murmurs, taking a step forward until Yoongi pulls her abruptly back.

Yoongi crouches down so they're eye-to-eye. "You don't have to."

"Of course she does!" Seokjin shouts in the empty hall, his voice echoing slightly.

"Forget them! We're on our own," Yoongi shouts back, standing up to glare at the elder.

Jeongah grips Yoongi's jacket, pulling on the ends of it. "You only care about yourself...That's why Mommy left."

Yoongi blanches, going still when the homeless man waves his arms and runs down the hall towards a soldier who's slowly making their way towards them. Yoongi stands, following after him, only pausing when his phone begins to vibrate in his pocket. He looks at the Caller ID and finds that it's Kihyun's boyfriend, Lieutenant Lee Minhyuk.

"Lt. Lee," Yoongi answers.

"Yoongi-ssi!"

"I'm in Daejeon."

"Is everything okay? I can't contact my men," Minhyuk yells into the phone.

Yoongi freezes, staring at the soldier who stumbles forward and now that Yoongi's really looking he realizes that the solder is bleeding and limping and there's a rumble of noise approaching them quickly. Yoongi looks behind him when Jeongah begins to cry, the train passengers from before being chased by a horde of zombies in military uniform. Two military zombies fall fast upon Yoongi's family and he hangs up the phone, running in the opposite direction towards them.

Seokjin rolls his shoulders and punches the zombie in the face when it's near enough. Hyoseon picks up Jeongah, dropping the yellow backpack and runs, heading for the doors they'd walked through calmly earlier after getting off the train.

"Go!" Yoongi shouts when it seems like Seokjin is going to wait for him.

Seokjin nods and runs after the girls, punching another zombie out of his way as Yoongi picks up the pace and follows after them. It catches him completely off guard when a body slams into him, knocking Yoongi to the ground.

Yoongi struggles with the zombie, his face being splattered with spit and blood and what he hopes isn't chunks of meat as the zombie on top of him tries to bite him.

"Hurry!" Yoongi hears Seokjin yell from in front of him.

Yoongi doesn't dare look up to see what the elder is doing. Instead, he grabs a fallen book nearby and shoves the thick spine of it into the zombie's mouth, kicking him in the groin and shouting in frustration when that does nothing. A dirty green jacket is thrown over the zombie's head then and Yoongi rolls onto his knees, shooting into a sprint, the homeless-looking man from before ahead of him, missing his jacket.

"HURRY!" Seokjin screams at him and Yoongi does, his feet pounding against the linoleum floor as he sprints towards the glass door that Seokjin and three high school boys are holding open, arms waving frantically as they wait for them to run through.

Yoongi skids as he pulls on the brakes, turning on his heel to help Seokjin lock the glass doors. They struggle for what feels like forever, an endless mass of bodies slamming into the glass. It starts to crack under all the strain but finally Seokjin locks the glass doors and they step back, gazing at the mindless monsters before them. More zombies join the crowd at the doors and Yoongi panics, tugging on the sleeve of Seokjin's blazer to get him moving.

They start to run, adrenaline pumping through Yoongi's veins. He's not sure about what happened to Jeongah and Hyoseon, but he knows that whatever may happen, Hyoseon is perfectly capable of handling it. The younger boys from before run ahead of them, clearly athletic and more in-shape than Yoongi has ever been in his entire life. The doors creak and groan behind them and Yoongi is fully aware of the fact that they won't last long before breaking under all the pressure.

They run down the stairs then, Yoongi's lungs burning with every breath, his feet aching as he moves, but he's determined to keep moving, determined to stay alive. Seokjin is close behind him, a hand tangled into the back of Yoongi's jacket for no other reason than to show his relief for Yoongi making it out of there alive.

The sound of glass breaking behind them pushes Yoongi to run even faster, his legs aching with every movement as his feet violently strike the ground underneath. A crude, loud buzz of different zombies growling sounds out behind them and Seokjin runs ahead of Yoongi, taking him by the wrist to lead the way down the stairs. They falter when two of the high school boys are assaulted by zombies, easily being taken down and bitten. The one spared falls back, stumbling and landing on his ass, clearly in shock.

When Yoongi and Seokjin finally reach him, another zombie is already running their way but Yoongi pulls at the boy's arms, shouting at him to run and they're sprinting down the platform then, horrified to find the train already setting off without them. They run alongside the train, barely sparing a glance back and somewhere in the back of Yoongi's mind he thinks that maybe it would just be easier to let the zombies have at him.

The boy jumps onto the train, finding himself an open door and Yoongi snaps out of his depressing thoughts to jump in after him, a hand already extended for Seokjin to take.

"Hyung, hurry!"

Yoongi watches in horror as Seokjin veers to the left and picks up a policeman's small ballistic shield and baton and then runs back in the direction towards a confused Yoongi who's still hanging out of the open compartment.

"Watch out!" Seokjin yells and Yoongi has barely enough time to look over his shoulder to see the three zombies that are making a beeline for him.

Seokjin strikes the first one in the head, easily making it go down as he continues to run and strikes the next two. They go down just as easily and Yoongi checks both sides before leaning out again and holding an arm for his lover.

Miraculously, Seokjin makes it and Yoongi is more than relieved to see when the platform ends and the train picks up speed.

The collapse right there beside the entrance, gathering their breath and Yoongi gasps for air, his sides and lungs burning with every intake of much-needed oxygen. Seokjin lies on his stomach, groaning quietly as the boy with them leans against the wall, hands on his knees. Yoongi is glad to see that none of them were bitten, but it still doesn't ease the discomfort of not knowing what happened to his daughter and Hyoseon.

Attention everyone!

Yoongi jumps at the sound of the conductor's voice, his chest still heaving as his body comes down from the mass of adrenaline it'd produced. He thinks he might throw up but he pays attention to what the conductor is saying anyway. Seokjin sits up and props himself against the wall, using it to help him stand up as he stumbles in the empty car, collapsing in one of the seats. The boy follows after him, patting his pockets frantically as he too claims a seat.

For the safety of those on board, we won't be making any stops. We're headed straight for Busan.

Yoongi swallows the bile rising up in his throat and pushes himself up, almost toppling when his knees shake. But he grips the wall and also manages to get himself into the bathroom area between the cars. Yoongi pulls his phone out and calls Jeongah's cell, startled when the boy with them begins to cry into his phone, almost forgetting that he himself is making a call as well.

"I'm sorry. No one else made it! I'm sorry, Jinwoo," the boy wails, a hand in his hair as tears run down his face.

Jeongah's cell goes straight to voicemail and Yoongi is about to try Hyoseon's when Seokjin shoots up out of his seat and turns towards Yoongi.

"Jeongah, why are you answering? Where's your mom?" Seokjin's lips vibrate with how fast he manages to spit his words out and Yoongi crowds into the elder's space, a hand twisting itself into the sleeve of his lover's blazer.

"We're in the train's restroom!" Jeongah shouts.

Seokjin has his arm around Yoongi's waist now, drawing the elder closer for comforting the both of them. "Restroom? Of which car?"

"Well..." Jeongah trails off, unsure of which car they're in and Yoongi gnaws on his bottom lip, worry etched into every line of his face. "It's..."

There's a static noise as the phone jostles around on Jeongah's end and Yoongi is almost shaking with anxiety.

Hyoseon's voice rings out from the phone now, loud, true, and as lively as ever. "Car thirteen! Get your ass over here!"

"Baby! Heyー" Seokjin begins to say, and then the call is disconnected and Yoongi is left to stare into the eyes of the man he's known for almost all his life.

Very, very quietly, Seokjin murmurs. "Restroom. Car thirteen."

Yoongi looks past the elder, his eyes finding the number of the car they're in.

The number nine stares mockingly back at him.

His eyes trail down to see the zombies in the next car over, milling about aimlessly. Yoongi steps out of Seokjin's embrace and moves forward, not really thinking about what he's about to do, but Seokjin stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Gonna pass through?" Seokjin asks, a strange, amused smile on his lips. "Let's say you get through and rescued them. How do you intend on getting back?"

The boy stands up behind them, wiping away the last of his tears as he pulls down someone's bag and opens it, pulling out tape and rope. "In car fifteen, people are gathered there."

The boy pulls out more ropes and leather straps, all of it looking like hiking equipment. He grabs a slab of leather and wraps it around his wrist, not looking up. Seokjin tilts his head curiously to the side before sighing and taking off his scarf. His blazer comes off next and Yoongi can't help but admire the slow revealing of the beautiful line of Seokjin's broad shoulders.

"Only four cars away," Seokjin says, and Yoongi looks up, meeting his gaze. "I'll lead."

Seokjin looks at the boy then. "You in the middle."

Beautiful brown eyes that have seen the many sides of Min Yoongi over the course of some odd twenty years meet his own and Yoongi can't help but think about how glorious Seokjin looks like in this moment. "And you in the back."

Yoongi takes off his jacket and wraps it around his arm as Seokjin grabs other abandoned bags and digs out clothes, wrapping them around his bare arms. The boy throws tape their way and Seokjin is soon decked out in shabby looking armor, his muscles bulging in the black material of his t-shirt. Yoongi tapes his jacket down and three other shirts he found and then catches the police equipment Seokjin tosses at him. The boy holds a wooden bat in his hands, his armor minimal and barely seen under his windbreaker.

Seokjin rolls his shoulders and cracks his knuckles loudly, looking at the boy first before he meets Yoongi's gaze again. "Block anyone attacking from the rear."

Yoongi nods and takes a deep breath as Seokjin walks towards the train car's glass door.

They're going to rescue their children and their lover and nothing, not even a few violently deranged zombies, is going to stop them.

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[jungkookio]

this is like th ugliest thing ive ever drawn but !! i hit another milestone a lil while back so its time to give some love back <3 

@all my mutuals: i love every single one of u, each of u has so many wonderful qualities and regardless of whether we’ve been mutuals for days or for months, i appreciate u so much and i hope u have an amazing day, keep doing u !! <3

bolded and italicized = u have a special place in m heart

💖 = special mentions (scroll to the bottom <3)

#-A

@13jimins @175pjm @1oyalty @2pinebreaker @2suga @4hobii @4yoong @4yxing @7boyss @93-jpg @9yoong @adoreseokjin @aekth @ahoneyyboy @ahoneyyboyy @almondyoongi @alyoongi @angustdissin @applehairtae @apricotmin 💖 @aragyeom @arrozon @artistictae @at-dawns

B-C

@babygukk @badgalyoongi @baek0ok @bangtanhugs @bangthetanboys @blumiin 💖 @bts-vtaemins @btsjikooksaranghagu @btsofmyheart @btsparkles @btsrapjin @btsxlami @busanbfs @busanjk @busansdaegu @bwiminkook @cataehyung @cherryprincejin @chiquitae @chokemeseokjin @chvnjiny @cinnamonsuga @cinnawon @ciutae @cozynamjoon @cryjeon @cuteseokjin

D-H

@daegusoftboys @dailyjungkooks @defendkimseokjin @deletaed @denouemin @eternaljimin @existentialjimin @fantasies-of-euphoria @fapmonster @floral-hobi @fluffyliontae @fluff-tae @gamjin @goldseok @greyhairedtaehyung @gukiee @harunyany @heolseoks @hiimcaroline @hobikookie @hobithighs @hobsbf @honeychai @hoodiejungkook 💖 @hosehobi @hoseok1e @hoseokjung @hypetae

I-J

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K-M

@kainks @kc-junghsk @kiimtaehyungs @kimnaamjoonie @kimtae95s @kimvitae @kingdoyoungs @kissgyu @kisskook @kookmiinie @kooknochu @kooks-gf @liegf @literally-just-yoongi-trash @literaltae @lovjeon @manggaejams @mangosuga @marudesaurius @melaninbam @min-yoongle @minjiminin @@minmayhem 💖 @minsuga--genius 💖 @minsyugga @minyoongistummy @minyooongii @moonkth @moonm0chi @morejinplease @mylovejhs

N-P

@naamjoodle @namjoonned @namsgi @namujeon @nicejimin @noona4bts @@noxiim 💖 @ohteahyung @omfgbts @otpvmin @parkejimins @parkjiminivan @pastel--woozi @pbandj-hope @philophobia999 @pinkhoodiemark @pjminis @pjmksj @pjungkook @prettymochi

R-S

@rainpjm @rapmonstor @rapmunstar @reihyung @rosykook @s--yub @saintminyoongi @salty-seoltang @selflessjin @serendimin @shelovesjjk @shutupkookie @silkguk @snowchuu @soft-jihoonie @softguk @softykook @sugahyung @sugaidc @suganochu @sugas-noona @sugass @sugasuite @syubii

T-Z

@ta3taetae @taeboos @taegonia @taekookiesandcream 💖 @taenity @taepott @taesbiwi @taesflower @taetwin @tahyeung @tahyungs @tiamojimin @timinnie @trickstersweet @ttaegiis @ttaewo @tvehyungs-gf @useoyaji @vanillalattaes 💖 @velvethoseok  💖 @vendettafrank @vickafrank @warmjins @whysuga @winktaes @xseokjiin @yoongg-e @yoongisnugget @yoongiyi @yoongsb @yoongster @yoonmin-smile @yoonngi 

💖 💖 💖 special mentions  💖 💖 💖

apricotmin - jia, ur an absolute sweetheart, thank u so much for my letter, i just got it !! ill be writing back to you asap, you’re working so hard at the minute!! i hope things arent too stressful, u deserve to be so so so happy, please look after yourself as much as you can  ily <3

blumiin - nine youre one of the kindest most down to earth people i have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and i know i say this all the time but i really mean it because you go out of your way to do the nicest things for people, ily to the moon n back <3

hoodiejungkook - mel u already know how much i love u, i wld literally die for u at this point honestly ur th real mvp, i can always trust that u noticed that 0.000032 second eye contact and are screaming about it just as much as i am and u know what that means bitxch... soulmates, astounding, ily <3

jiminyoongs - fran i fuckckcing love u so much what the HECK honestly u just attack me all the fucking time but in th cutest funniest way ?? i ?? love ?? it ?? bully me some more sis (this is some stockholm syndrome type shit fran what have u done) anyways uh i wld eat a shoe for u <3

minmayhem - ken ur my no.1 sinner, my go-to if i ever wanna just yell about The Gays and u kno why i love u, cause u yell right back pal, u feed my screaming,im nourished, also ur a weeb and i need some of that good good weeb content, us weebs gotta stick together ~~s-s-s-senpai uwu 

minsuga--genius - katy ur a whole damn angel i swear to god, ur one of the softest bitxches i know n rlly m heart is so warm for u, ur always out there hyping me in ur tags n i appreciate u so much, i know we truly bonded over HOC so if u ever wna break ur heart some more hmu, i have a whole list sis... also ur hair looks so fuckin good, stan beauty stan katy, ily <3

noxiim - karyn you are so ridiculously talented and beautiful and kind??? what can’t you do, honestly ur an icon, ur art is so beautiful and inspiring and i would buy everything in ur shop if my bank account would allow it, its all so pretty !! (also i noticed, u draw eyebrows the same way you do ur own and i think thats rlly cute??) anyways ily <3

taekookiesandcream - nikia, you !! are !! so !! wholesome !! and i absolutely love u for it,youre constantly brightening up my days with cute little tags and messages and honestly youre so adorable like thats some angelic shit right there ur rlly in m heart wow :((( ily <3

vanillalattaes - fahreen m chaotic evil 99 line partner in crime bitxch who i love so much!!! (thts ur new nickname i think its rlly catchy n chic js) i wld actually do anything for u like, u kno sis, i dont need to tell u, u kno how much ilove u,but u kno im gonna go and tell u anyway cause ur a whole fckn queen and u deserve the world, i hope ur always happy, n that if u ever arent it only lasts a lil while and that u can get back to smiling asap, ily <3

velvethoseok - kate you are one of the sweetest people i know, i can always count on u to make me smile n thats why ur so important, ur so positive and bright and youre just this friendly, approachable person, i feel like everyone of ur followers just wants to be ur pal, n i dont blame them, ur great n ily <3