#my bangs are even more bedheaded than when they were longer lol

[miss-floral-thief]

lol maybe i need more hair gel

[sharingoreozwithbeelfox]

The Obey Me Brothers as Kids (if they ever were kids)

Even if they weren't, I'm gonna have my fun lol. Based on a convo with @deziraefox

Lucifer's hair was actually kept relatively the same, just prob a bit more unkempt with a little black lock or two out of place like a few sparse bangs. Definitely bigger, wider eyes, too, full of curiosity. He hadn't seen as much then.

Mammon's hair was similar too, but more messy. One of those kids that always had bruises on their legs and a band-aid here and there bc they're so rambunctious

Levi's hair was much different. Way longer and always in his face. Cousin It baby lol

Satan's hair was the messiest, definitely. You really think the bros could keep him still long enough to keep it fully brushed? Prob also all bruised like Mammon was bc that boy attacked anything.

Asmo was a freaking adorable kid. He def brags about this. Big sparkly doe eyes, and his hair was all curly then, making perfect little ringlets.

Beel was def chunky in his early years. An absolute unit, and bruised and bandaged like Mammon. Always wanting to roughhouse, and he carried/dragged Belphie and Lilith (especially the former) everywhere. When he hit puberty, tho, he shot up like a tree and stood waaay taller than Belphie and Lilith for a while. Lost his baby fat in a flash.

Belphie was absolutely tiny. Similar hair to later, but always had bedhead of varying severity. Unlike Beel, he was very skinny, and took a long time to get tall. If he was awake he was holding on to Beel with one hand and dragging a blanket or stuffed animal with the other. Was also one of those kids who falls asleep in the weirdest positions and makes you think they're dead. How does he breathe face-down like that? Nobody knows.

[alpacaparkaseok]

7 Secrets <pt. 6>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: maybe a bit of anxiety

WORD COUNT: 5446

I rewrote this part a few times, I wanted to get it just right. I hope you enjoy! Stuff is about to go down lol 

**Song rec for this chapter: “So Will I” by Ben Platt 

Thursday begins with a bang.

More specifically, it begins with the sound of Ichika falling off of her bed from the upper floor, and me waking up at the sound and wondering for half a moment what I’ve got going on today.

Ignorance is bliss.

The house is oddly quiet, and I lay there for a lot longer than I thought I would be able to. I eye my shopping bag at the foot of my bed, eager to get ready. Like Himari said last night: we’re going to look good today.

It isn’t until a light knock sounds at my door that I realize I’ve been dozing off again. Ichika peeks inside, her face lighting up in a grin when she sees my bedhead.

“Good morning,” she chimes before padding over and flinging herself onto my bed. We lay there for a long while, quietly chatting about the day and how we’re going to get ready and style our hair.

Next comes Aera, her bedhead even more impressive than mine. She doesn’t say a word, simply sliding in under the covers.

Minsuh and Seohyun appear later on. My bed isn’t nearly big enough to accommodate us all but I don’t mention it, opting to bask in the lazy morning that feels like the calm before the storm.

It’s nearly noon by the time Himari and Kyung-soon show up, the two of them cracking up at the scene.

“Wait, let me grab my phone!” Himari runs to get her phone and snaps a photo of the five of us buried on my bed.

“Alright,” Kyung-soon sighs, a light in her eyes that I haven’t seen there before. “Let’s eat. We can’t be hangry when we meet our soulmates.”

It’s like she said the magic word, because soon enough my room is empty with only Himari left behind.

“Wow, they only wanted me for my bed. How rude,” I joke, earning a light laugh. “Are you ready for today?”

Himari smirks at me. “You know, I’ve had three years to prepare but somehow this morning I woke up feeling just as unprepared and giddy as I did three years ago. Isn’t that strange?”

She slings her arm around me and we make our way downstairs to the chaotic kitchen. “No, I get what you mean. I feel really chill right now, but it’s like I can feel the storm coming.” A couple of the other girls hear my comment and are quick to agree.

Seohyun lets out a shaky breath, the girl showing the first signs of nervousness. She says something that surprises me a bit, seeing how she’s always been the most vocal about her soulmate. “Well, I guess that no matter what happens today, everything will be alright. At the end of the day, we’ll still have each other.” She smiles at us as she takes a bite of her toast. “That’s more than enough for me.”

“Aw, so sentimental, Seohyunie.” Aera coos.

“Yeah, you’re not allowed to get us all emotional this early in the day.” Ichika says.

“It’s literally already the afternoon,” Seohyun fires back, her cheeks red.

“Well, bicker all you want, but I’m going to go get ready!” Minsuh has already devoured her breakfast, the excitement prominent on her face. I’m glad to see that her worries from the other night have subsided.

“Minsuh!” Himari shouts after the fleeing girl.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll pay for your meals for a month if you wear your pajamas to meet Jungkook!”

“Not a chance!”

↔

5 pm has come all too soon.

I fidget in my room as I take one last look in the full-length mirror. My hair falls around me in long curls; the time it took to perfect them definitely paid off. There’s a bit of rain falling, so I don my new trenchcoat in preparation for the cooler weather.

I smile at my reflection, amazed at the power a beautiful (but cozy) outfit has on my mood. My reflection portrays a young woman who looks like she’s ready to take on the world.

I only hope that confidence doesn’t abandon me.

It’s currently 4:45, the van should be here in 15 minutes. I take the moment of peace to close the door to my room and settle down on my bed, hesitating before picking a song to listen to.

I pluck up the courage and click on the song. “Forever Rain” from Namjoon’s playlist “Mono” plays, the light pitter patter of the rain from outside creating a surreal atmosphere.

Closing my eyes, I allow the song to wrap around me. Namjoon’s soothing voice both calms me and makes my heart race as I wonder for the fiftieth time today what he’s doing right now.

As the song comes to a close, I open my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I can do this.”

With the final boost of courage, I double check that I have everything I’ll need (which is really just myself, purse, and phone) and head downstairs. Kyung-soon is already down there, standing by the window in the living room as she cranes her neck to see if the van is coming. She looks beautiful, the simple sweater and jeans only bringing more attention to her delicate features. Her long black hair is lightly curled, and her berry-colored lips turn up in a nervous smile when I enter the room.

“You look amazing,” she says. “Seriously.”

“You do too, Soon-ah. Absolutely stunning. I’m glad that I’m not the only one who went with a more casual outfit. We’ll have to stick together.” I wink at her, and she laughs before turning back around to look out at the street.

Himari enters the room, the queen of casual style that she somehow manages to pull off like she’s at the red carpet. She carries a jacket in hand, prepared for the rainfall.

“Hey,” she greets me. “Looking good.”

“Right back at ya.” Himari stands beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. She’s unusually touchy today, no doubt due to the nerves. I don’t mind the extra contact, it helps to soothe my own nerves.

“Are the vans here yet?” Seohyun lights up the room in her yellow skirt, another queen of casual style. “Wow, you were right Himari. We do look amazing today.”

“We do, don’t we? No, no vans. They should be here any minute. Do you have everything?”

“Yeah, ready to go. I’ll go check that the others are ready.”

Soon enough Seohyun returns with Minsuh, Aera, and Ichika. All three look amazing, Aera’s professional background in design and fashion showing through as she is definitely the most well-dressed out of all of us. Minsuh looks adorable, her jean skirt making her look more youthful than me. Ichika reminds me of Taehyung, her layered top bringing out the artsy vibe she always has.

“Oh, oh!” Kyung-soon looks like it’s Christmas morning. “I think that’s the van, coming down the street!”

We all rush over to the window, honing in on the large black van that makes its way down to the apartment. It comes to a stop outside, and a man in a black suit and earpiece steps out.

“Wow, I feel like we just became famous,” Minsuh whispers.

“Alright, does everybody have everything?” I pipe up. The last thing we need is to forget something important. Everybody double checks, and by some miracle we’re ready. Just in time. A knock sounds on our door.

“You get it, Beth.” Himari nudges me.

“How did I know you’d say that?” I open the door, the bodyguard waiting for me outside with his umbrella up and ready to shield us from the rain.

“Hello everybody, Bang PD sent me. Are you ready to go?” I nod, my stomach doing flips. “Alright. I’ll escort you to the car, go ahead and step under my umbrella.” With my head in the clouds I step out, remembering at the last second to tell the other girls to lock the door behind them. I double check my purse, making sure I have the house key.

Before I know it all seven of us are packed into the van, and we’re off. Ichika sits on my left, holding my hand so tightly I think I’ll lose feeling in it before long. On my right is Kyung-soon, her arm looped through mine.

Our chauffeur is kind enough to play some music so we don’t drown in the heavy silence. None of us say much, each too lost in their own world to focus on a conversation. With each passing block my heart pounds faster and faster, and I fight against the tears that are pricking my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I can’t cry yet, but my inner whirlpool of emotions threatens to take over.

It’s already been a long day. And now, we’re just getting started.

What only feels like five minutes turns out to be thirty, because we’re suddenly pulling up to the BigHit building.

I manage to croak something out before we come to a complete stop, speaking for the first time the entire drive. “I’ll hold your purse while you go run laps, Kyung-soon.”

We laugh a bit, easing the tension. “How kind of you.” We begin to pile out of the van, and we’re escorted to a side door by the kind bodyguard. In a blur of movement we’re inside the building and led to an elevator. It’s only when we’re passing the fourth floor that I even realize that Ichika is still holding my hand.

“You alright?” I whisper to her, even though everyone can hear me in the small space of the elevator.

She looks at me, her eyes wide with anticipation and the anxiety that comes with it. “What was the code word for if we think we’re going to pass out?”

Aera’s voice pipes us from behind us, I can hear the grin in her voice. “It’s ‘holy cow’, isn’t it Beth?”

I can’t help but laugh, the ridiculousness of the entire situation making everything funnier. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Ichika squeezes my hand again. “Well, holy cow Beth. Holy cow is pretty much the only thing I’m thinking right now.”

“Are you telling me that you’re not even thinking about Taehyung?” I raise my eyebrows at her, the teasing making me feel better. Less likely to throw up, at least.

“Oh, shut up.” Ichika rolls her eyes, but the nerves seem to lessen a bit at the banter.

The doors slide open and the bodyguard ushers us out. “Alright, right there is Mr. Bang’s office. He should be inside waiting for you.” He points out a door just down the hall.

I make my way to the door on shaking legs, unsure of what to expect. Surely the boys aren’t inside the office, right? No, it’s way too small to fit all of us in there at the same time. That would just be cruel.

A quick glance over my shoulder shows everybody else trailing behind me. Himari gives me a thumbs up, prompting me onward. I level with a look that says ‘why must I do everything’ before I knock on the door.

A few seconds pass and then the door is swinging inward and Mr. Bang’s smiling face greets me.

“Well hello! I’ve been waiting for you all!” His eyes sweep over us, doing a mental count. “I’m glad you could make it. Come inside.”

The inside of Mr. Bang’s office is filled with photos, awards, and a leather couch with a few chairs. I all but collapse into one of the chairs while everybody else chooses their seats. Nobody speaks, but I notice them looking to me, Mr. Bang included. Clearly he’s waiting for my usual sarcastic remark.

“Well, here we are.” I say, struggling to even think straight enough to come up with a decent comment. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

Mr. Bang leans back in his chair, observing us. “Let’s get right down to it. There’s a lot we need to go over today, some can be done now with just the seven of you, the rest will have to be done with the boys.” My heart skips a beat at the mention of our soulmates. For some reason I’m surprised that we are actually going to meet them today. Maybe part of me simply expected a meeting with Mr. Bang. At least I didn’t buy a new outfit for nothing, right?

“Ok,” I nod slowly as though to clear the fog in my head. Right now I’ve got tunnel vision and I know I won’t be able to retain much information. “That’s fine. What do we need to know?”

“First off, are you all doing alright? Breathe. I can tell you that the boys are just as nervous as you are, so just breathe and try to relax. Today is meant to be enjoyed, and I promise that my staff and I have tried to make this day as calm and normal as can be.”

I almost laugh, wondering what part of normal includes a bodyguard and meeting the most famous band on the planet. I guess we’re playing by Bang PD’s rules now, though.

“The boys are nervous?” Minsuh pipes up, sheepishly looking down at her shoes.

Mr. Bang chuckles, nodding his head. “Extremely. I nearly had to give Jungkook a paper bag earlier because he was so close to hyperventilating.”

This merits a laugh and a sigh of relief from everyone, especially Minsuh as she blushes thinking about her soulmate.

“Anyways, I’ll try to get through this so you can meet the boys.” He now has everyone’s full attention. “I first wanted to thank you all for being so patient over the past three years. I know this hasn’t been easy, and you’ve had to sacrifice a lot of things. You’ve handled yourselves with grace and dignity. Even without the soulmate tests confirming your bonds with the boys, I would have been sure that you are meant to be simply by observing you over the years. I cannot thank you enough.”

He smiles at us, an adoring look in his eyes.

“Thank you,” Kyung-soon mutters.

“Now we’ve finally made it. It’s been a long journey, and this may seem sudden, but I believe that the timing is right. Today there will be a couple of doctors on hand who specialize in soulmate bonding, as these first meetings can be draining on both your emotions and energy. Don’t be afraid to ask for a breather if all of this is too overwhelming. There is no shame in that.”

My stomach turns to rocks hearing that. I’m reminded of my conversation just a couple of days ago with Aera. If meeting my soul sisters, who I’m not directly bonded to was so intense, what will this be like? Namjoon is only one person, whereas I have six soul sisters.

I voice my thoughts aloud. “I understand that this will be more...intense than it was meeting the girls. Will it really be that bad?”

Bang PD smiles at my question. “That bad or that good?” A blush creeps up my cheeks. “It will definitely be much more intense than your first meeting with the girls. Direct bonds are powerful. There is also the fact that you will be indirectly bonded with the other boys, like you were with the girls. Not quite as intense as the soul sister bond, but similar to it since they are your soulmate’s soul brothers.”

I exchange looks with Himari. This is news to us. It makes sense, and I’m happy about the fact that I’ll be gaining a lot of new friends today.

“Due to the fact you’ll be going through various levels of bonding today, we have taken precautions. You each will first meet your soulmates privately, and given sufficient time to bond and recover.” My stomach grows more and more uncertain as Mr. Bang explains the process. “After that, each individual couple will meet a different couple one at a time until you’ve all finished meeting. Like I said, doctors will be there to support you and we encourage you to take a break if you’re too exhausted. However, I’ve been told by the specialists that your soulmate will be the best support to you. So don’t be afraid to rely on each other. Understood?”

Mr. Bang smiles as us like he’s suggesting a place to grab lunch, not explaining the details of soulmate bonding. I give him a weak smile in return, a couple of the others grunting in acknowledgement.

“Wonderful.” Mr. Bang stands up from his seat, the simple action making my heart begin to pound again as I know that can only mean one thing. “Let’s get to it. I hope you don’t mind, but I discussed this with the boys earlier and asked them what order they would like to go in. Surprise, surprise: they’re going in order of age. That means that Jin and his soulmate will go first.”

I turn to look at Kyung-soon, who looks deathly pale. I wonder if the first thing she’ll say to Jin is a string of curse words for making her go first. Better first than last. Poor Minsuh will have to wait a long time for her turn, only making the nerves worse.

“Well, shall we?” Kyung-soon has gotten a hold of herself again, rising from the couch and smoothing out her sweater. “I’ve got to give my soulmate a piece of my mind for making me go first.”

Bang PD bursts out into laughter, having never seen the feistier side of the normally docile Kyung-soon. “Oh, I have a feeling the two of you will get along great.”

↔

I feel like I’m at the waiting room in the doctor’s office. Kyung-soon just entered a room at the end of the hallway, waving at us as her eyes lit up with that same light I noticed earlier today. I can only pray that I’ll be just as good at masking my nerves.

Seohyun paces in front of where we sit, awaiting her turn. We were told that we would each be given about 5 minutes of initial bonding before they would clear the room for the next pair. Apparently after the first five minutes the intensity starts to wear off, and then each couple is escorted to a recovery room on the same floor somewhere.

My blood is humming in my veins and I can practically feel Namjoon, wherever he is. Probably just on the other side of this floor. I fidget in my seat, desperate to just get it over with but dreading it at the same time. In my head “Forever Rain” is echoing, and I can’t tell if that’s helping or not.

5 minutes pass. Seohyun is waved over by a friendly looking doctor who pokes her head out the door.

“You’re Min Yoongi’s soulmate?” The doctor asks, her smile unwavering as Seohyun prances down the hall.

“I am, yes.” She waves at us. “See you on the other side!” I can hear the shaking in her voice, but she looks excited. We wave back, calling out words of encouragement.

Himari stands up, stretching. “Do I look alright?” She’s up next. Just a few more minutes before she disappears through that door.

I nod. “You look perfect. How are you feeling?”

“Like I could run a mile in 3 minutes flat but also like I might throw up at any second. You?”

“Pretty much the same. Not sure I could do 3 minutes though, maybe 4.”

Himari laughs, fiddling with her shirt and making sure it’s tucked in correctly. I stand up, helping her in the back where she can’t see.

“Everything will be perfect,” I reassure her, hoping that my smile looks the part. She sighs, wrapping me up in a hug. I’ve received a lot of those since I landed in Seoul.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Suddenly it’s been five minutes, although I have a sneaking suspicion it’s been less. Leave it to Seohyun to bond quicker and more efficiently than anyone else.

“Gotta go,” Himari salutes us as she makes her way to the door where the same doctor awaits her. I hear her voice as she confirms that she’s Jung Hoseok’s soulmate, but it sounds distant and quiet as the din in my head turns up to full volume.

5 minutes.

I remain where I was before, staring at the wall as I sway from one side to another. It’s so loud in my head, “Forever Rain” is on repeat and I swear my heart is trying to break out of my chest.

“...ok?”

I blink, looking at Aera who has concern written all over her face.

“Did you say something to me?”

“I just asked if you were going to be ok.”

I swallow heavily. “Y-yeah,” I manage to get out. “I’ll be fine. Just freaking out a little bit.”

“Ok,” Aera doesn’t look convinced.

“Do I look alright?” I fidget with my necklace.

“Bethany,” Aera’s voice cuts through all the noise in my head. “You are absolutely gorgeous. You’re also the most courageous, capable person I know. You can do this.”

I can do this. I think of Namjoon, so close by. We can do this.

“Bethany?” The door at the end of the hallway opens up, the doctor peeking outside.

I look back at Aera, and she offers me a thumbs up. Minsuh and Ichika smile up at me, words of encouragement spilling from their lips.

“That’s me.”

“Kim Namjoon is your soulmate, correct?” The doctor’s kind eyes are assessing me as I walk over on surprisingly steady legs.

“Yes,” I nod. My eyes focus on the doctor’s name tag as she gently ushers me inside the room. It says her name is Dr. Kim, which must be a good sign, right?

“Ok, Bethany. How are you feeling?”

I nod, the nervousness must be written all over my face so I don’t try to hide it. “I’m fine, I think. Just a little nervous.

Dr. Kim smiles at me. “That’s completely normal. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.”

I’m about to thank her when another voice interrupts my thoughts.

“Oh,” it comes out as a gasp, and my head feels like it’s swimming through concrete as I turn to look who it is. Even though I already know. I’ve heard that voice countless times.

Kim Namjoon is already looking at me by the time I drag my eyes to his face. I hardly register Dr. Kim’s nudge as I start moving forward, a male doctor on the other side of the room watching us intently.

Namjoon looks how I feel- struck by lightning. His eyes are alight with something akin to adoration and curiosity, and I can feel my heart skip a beat as I realize that look is for me.

He takes longer strides than me, but he stops just a step away from me. I take a moment to take in his appearance. The denim jeans he’s wearing nearly steal all of my attention before I manage to look up at his shirt, a simple white button down.

Perfect is the only word I can think of as I finally look back up at him. Once again, his eyes are already on mine and I jump at little at the sudden eye contact. His mouth opens, another little gasp leaving it.

His cheeks are flushed when he finally speaks.

“I-can I…” He stops, eyes drifting to his feet before looking back up at me again. “Can I just hug you?”

I nearly sob at his sweet question, and I silently step forward to press myself into my soulmate’s chest. He reacts immediately, his arms wrapping around me like a starving man. And it’s there, as my head nestles into his neck, that I feel the bond.

Namjoon holds me steady as what I imagine what lightning feels like courses through my body. With it comes a flurry of emotions, each one passing so quickly that I hardly have enough time to identify it before another comes. A pang of sadness hits me, and I can tell Namjoon feels it too because his already impossibly tight grip grows tighter. He rests his cheek on my head, and I nearly melt at the touch. With it the sadness fades, a calming balm coursing through us. Love, joy so tangible I nearly reach out to touch it, giddiness and trust wrap themselves around us.

By the time everything subsides, a single thread of the bond hangs invisible between us that I can almost tug it. I feel like I’m coming up for air after being submerged in water for too long.

We separate as a final shock hits us, both of us panting even as we wince at the loss of contact.

Dr. Kim and the male doctor make their way over to us, Dr. Kim attaching a blood pressure cuff to my arm before I even realize what’s going on. I notice the other doctor doing the same to Namjoon.

Namjoon sneaks a glance over at me, his cheeks still a deep red. My mind is still spinning and trying to understand what just happened. And the fact that I’m literally 5 feet away from my soulmate.

“Are you ok?” I flush as Namjoon asks me the question, Dr. Kim grinning up at me knowingly.

I nod. “Y-yeah. I think so. Are you?”

“Feeling great,” he responds even as he glares down at his blood pressure cuff. My eyes trail down to it too, before I decide against it as his bicep tends to make my giddiness grow. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.” He gives a sheepish grin, his dimple just showing up.

I return it, and his eyes drift down to my mouth. “I’m Bethany.” I chew on my lip for a second, my blush only growing stronger as I watch Namjoon force his eyes away from my mouth and red color his cheeks. Good to know I’m not the only one struggling. “You can call me Beth, though.”

Before we can continue our small talk, the cuffs are released. “Ok you two, feeling alright?” The male doctor asks us. We both nod. “Great. I know it’s intense and you might be feeling a little weak, but don’t be afraid to rely on each other. Namjoon, go ahead and hold Bethany’s hand while we take you to the recovery room. It will help to steady you both.”

Namjoon looks at me hesitantly, clearly embarrassed, but he slowly extends his hand out to me. So slowly that it looks like he’s trying to not scare away a skittish animal.

His hand engulfs my own, and the doctor was right. I feel much better already, more steady. Namjoon gives my hand a squeeze, looking down at me. I nearly swoon, a giggle escaping me at the situation.

“What are you laughing about?”

Hearing him speaking to me only makes me laugh again. “I just can’t believe how freaked out I was before.”

“Oh, me too.” My surprise must be evident at his confession. Was he really nervous too? “I don’t think I’ve slept for the past three days.”

We’re led out of the room to another room with a couch and some water and snacks. Just before the doctor leaves I remember to ask him something.

“Excuse me?” Namjoon grins at my politeness, not releasing my hand as he grabs water and offers it to me.

“Yes?”

“How long did we take?”

The doctor smiles. Everybody is smiling, me included. How could I not?

“Do you have a bet going on with the others or something? I hate to break it to you, but you guys are dead last. The bonding lasted six minutes.” My eyes widen. It certainly didn’t feel that long.

“How long did Seohyun take? She’s with Min Yoongi.”

“Oh, yeah, how long did they take? They were fast.” Namjoon mumbles by my side.

The doctor chuckles at us. “They only took 2 minutes and 42 seconds.” With that he leaves us alone in the room.

“Wow,” I whisper, sipping on my water. Namjoon still holds my hand, his fingers interlocked with mine. I try and fail to not let the small point of contact take over my senses. “I should have known Seohyun would be quick. She was by far the most prepared out of all of us.”

“And you were the least prepared.”

It isn’t a question, and I glare at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Namjoon laughs as I yank my hand from his, feigning offense. I collapse on the couch and he follows after me.

“I watched the docufilm,” Namjoon explains, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. I groan, hiding behind my hands.

“Like, all of it? Everything over the past three years?”

He chuckles, growing more comfortable by the second. “Yep. Everything.” His dimple reappears and I admire him from behind my hands. “I’m just glad you didn’t go to Antarctica.”

I laugh, pointing at him accusingly. “So you were watching the Facetime a couple of nights ago!” Namjoon has the decency to look flustered. “How dare you?”

“We-I just-” he stutters, “Can you blame me?”

I assess him from where he sits a respectable distance away. I still hardly even know the man, but I already know I could never harbor a grudge. Not that he needs to know that right now. I get up, heading over to the snack table again before deciding on a bag of chips. Now I’m starving, after hardly being able to eat over the past couple of days. Namjoon sits in silence, awaiting my response. I almost laugh again at the whole situation, until I realize that we are very much alone in this room. I shake off the tension I feel, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“I was freaking out the entire call,” I admit, settling back down on the couch. “I kept thinking I could hear people in the background, but I thought that I must be going crazy. So I definitely blame you.” I open the bag, offering some to Namjoon. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his smile. “Now tell me. What was your favorite part of the docufilm?”

Namjoon ponders for a second, the red coming back to his cheeks. I wonder what he’s thinking. He finally settles on something, his face going serious as he looks back at me. I find it hard to breathe beneath his gaze.

“My favorite episode,” I had no idea they broke the film up into episodes, “was when you got lost at the night market.”

He doesn’t crack his serious expression, and I get up and move as far away from him as possible, settling for a chair on the far side of the room. If he’s seen all the episodes, he must know how much the others make fun of me for that night. Evil man, I think even as I fight the grin on my face.

Nearly thirty minutes later Dr. Kim knocks on the door before entering, finding Namjoon mid-sentence about how I obviously tried to hide my face from the cameras most of the time and how the boys would make fun of him because of it.

We look up at her from the couch to see her looking pleased. (Namjoon dragged me back to sit by him about fifteen minutes ago when I was accusing him of making me wait for three years, the bold action making him obviously embarrassed. His excuse was that he felt like he had to yell at me from across the room, but I think there might have been more to it.)

“Looks like you two are doing well.” Dr. Kim observes, jotting something down on her clipboard. “Ready to meet the others?” I jump up from the couch, Namjoon observing me with an amused look in his eyes. It’s not everyday I get to meet all of BTS in one day.

“Let’s go!” It’s my turn to drag Namjoon, tugging him out the door. When we leave the room I go to remove my hand from his, the intensity of the bond having faded and my awkwardness has returned full-force. He doesn’t let me, though. Instead he intertwines his fingers through mine, refusing to look at me when I looked up at him with my eyebrows raised.

Following the sound of several voices from up ahead, my soulmate and I go to meet the rest of BTS.

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[this-is-my-procrastination]

hi !!! can i get headcanons on how the brothers would react to mc who had rly long hair but decided to cut it rly short one day?? like pixie cut short? lol i think that’d be fun to watch, also if all brothers is too much can u just do mammon, beel, and asmo pls ty!

Demon brothers w/ MC who cut off their long hair

This was super interesting and fun to write! I kinda assumed the MC cut their own hair so I’m really sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting, but I hope you like them anyway! Thank you for requesting :))

Lucifer:

“What did you do-”

Coming home to you after a long, tiring day, he did not expect to see half your hair on the ground and you, scissors in hand, trying to chop off the rest of it

He thought you were just messing with him, or maybe trying a new prank

But then you tell him you were serious

Cue a resigned, long-suffering sigh, and then, “you always find a way to surprise me, love”

It’ll take him some time to get used to your short hair, but he comes to an appreciation for it eventually

He also discovers several perks to your hair length

One of those being that it exposes more of your skin to him ;)

His new favorite thing is to come up from behind you and greet you by placing a sweet kiss on the bare back of your neck

Lucifer also looks forward to coming home, where he’ll sit you on his lap and stroke your hair gently as you talk

He’ll offer to trim your hair for you, saying he doesn’t trust you to do it yourself

But we all know he’s just making excuses to run his fingers through your soft hair more and to take care of you

Mammon:

Screamed when he first saw you

Like a completely flabbergasted, not-so-manly, shook scream

Thought you were going through some kind of midlife crisis or something

But he gets used to it quickly, and Mammon is very impressed that you cut so much of your hair without ruining your entire head

Mammon will still call you dumb for cutting it by yourself though

“You could’ve hurt yourself! N-not that I care or anything, but you should definitely ask for my help next time!”

Even though both of you know he’s got absolutely no hair-cutting experience

Low-key amazed, and he’s very impressed

He thought you looked beautiful with long hair, but damn, you look downright stunning with short hair

Of course he’d never tell you that, or at least not without heaps of stuttering and blushing

He loves to ruffle your hair affectionately, both to touch it and to get a reaction out of you

Head pats galore

Every time you rub his head, he’ll pat yours as “revenge”

The other brothers will tease him for being soft, but he doesn’t care

These head pat exchanges always end with Mammon blushing up a storm though

Leviathan:

“UWAAHHH! WHO ARE YOU??”

Levi acts super dramatic, but when he finally realizes it’s you, he’s both shocked and excited

The thought hits him that you look really cute - not even a second later, he’s desperately covering his face to hide the blush that’s quickly overtaking his cheeks

After he calms down, he’s very excited to cosplay with you

There’s just so many new possibilities; he’s gotta start planning immediately

Levi isn’t straightforward enough to say this aloud, but he adores you and thinks you look like a goddess no matter what hair length you have

You could honestly cut the most jagged bangs, like it was admittedly a complete mistake, and he’d still think you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on

Ruri-chan and all the other characters can’t even hold a candle to you

After a long night of video games and anime marathons, he’ll tease you about your messy hair

“Woahh, MC! You look kinda like a hedgehog!”

Slapp that boy

After getting him back, he never makes fun of your messy bedhead again

Satan:

When he saw you, he was speechless (very rare for him)

He’s frozen for a couple seconds, but when he snaps out of it, he’s smiling and complimenting your hair-cutting skills

“Wow! This is a big change, huh?”

He gives you nicknames at first, calling you things like Pixie or Fluffy playfully

Even with the teasing, though, Satan supports you through the entire transition

He’s read a lot of books, some of them on human hair care, so he’ll share any info he has with you

“Oh, did you know that short hair should be washed daily? Here, let me help you.”

If you ever doubt your decision, Satan immediately reassures you that he loves you no matter what

Although he does think your short hair looks amazing

Short hair might even be better because it’s easier for him to read over your shoulder when y’all are cuddling

Also likes that when you lean your head on his shoulder, there’s not as much hair covering your face from his view

Satan just really wants to see all the cute expressions you make for him

Asmodeus:

“Why didn’t you call me, MC?!”

Wishes he could’ve cut your hair himself, but he loves what you did with it

He’s also kinda mad that you didn’t tell him about your hair-cutting skills?!

Asmo will insist that you cut his hair one day

He gets super excited about it too, kinda like a puppy

It takes a lot of trust, but he’s got faith in you!

The minute he sees your new hair, he’s already thinking about all the cool hairstyles he wants to see on you

If you ever miss your long hair, you can just braid his since Asmo has longer hair

All he wants in return is your consent to be pampered as you have your hair experimented on

His nimble fingers are constantly teasing through your locks, tousling and smoothing

Asmo would also buy so many hair products and hair accessories for you

You’re gonna have more hair clips than you know what to do with

His favorite part of your sleepovers is definitely helping you wash your hair

It’s just really calming and intimate, a nice tranquil moment between you

Well, it’s his favorite besides the other nighttime "activity” that y’all get up to ;)

Very caring; if you have any regrets about cutting your hair, he’ll be quick to lay them to rest

Although he won’t hesitate to be your knight in shining armor on bad hair days!

Beel:

He doesn’t really care about your hair length

Beel is just a soft boy who adores you no matter what

“You look beautiful as always, but I’m happy if you’re happy, MC.”

And he’ll say that without even a hint of a blush

This mans is just straightforward af and will say whatever comes to his mind

He adores pulling you into his lap and resting his head on top of yours

That’s his default position when y’all are cuddling, and he’ll just bask in the feeling of your fluffy hair tickling his chin

Beel is also the king of head kisses

Like the top of your head, forehead, cheek, anywhere on your head is fair game

It’s convenient because it’s the body part closest to him (since he’s basically a tree), and he also gets a good look at your cute flustered facial expression

You’ll pout, but he just thinks it’s cute and continues to do it lol

“Mmm, your hair smells good... Ah, are you blushing? You’re cute, MC.”

Belphegor:

Saw you cutting your hair and walked the other way

He didn’t dislike it or anything, he was just surprised and confused

When you show him the finished product, he just laughs and pulls you under the blankets

“You look good as always, so come here already and let me sleep. Is it okay if I hold you like this...?”

Belphie pouts at first, but it’s honestly nothing to do with your hair, he just missed you and is annoyed that he lost out on time you could’ve spent napping with him

He eventually realizes that your short hair is even softer than your long hair

Which then causes him to nuzzle into your hair every time he falls asleep next to you

“comfy...”

Belphie also loves to run his fingers through your hair, even if it gets messed up

He thinks you look cutest with that messed up hair because he knows it was caused by him (kinda like him leaving marks on you)

As you two fall asleep, cuddled close to each other, he’ll stroke your head absentmindedly and lean into you, his mind at peace and body fully relaxed

[blairxeim]

3 Shades of Bear- Short

3 Shades of Bear Short - St. Patty’s Day Mischief

Okay so this is a short continuation of the Valentine’s Day Story I wrote before. This was written in one go and honestly was mostly a stress reliever. I also had the idea since a little after the first one so I had to use it. So here’s a quickie on me! Marianasphan opted out of this one but maybe the next holiday ha ha! Anyways, enjoy! Story below cut.

I woke up thinking it was night out, taking a moment to realize that I had once again failed to take down the blackout curtains from Valentine’s Day. It had been slightly over a month yet I always managed to find something to do before taking them down. I’d long cleaned up the spell and done a purification ritual in my room. Honestly, I had never expected the spell to work. It still kind of scares me to think it worked.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I tried to sit up but found my body wouldn’t move. I breathed out in sad frustration. I felt like this a lot now. Tired. Sad. Just... numb. Even now, I could barely move my limbs but lifting the trunk of my body was impossible.

“Aria?” My sister walked in, frowning. Her lips puffy in a pout, so similar to my own. I wouldn’t ever want to wear that color though. “Are you gonna get up soon? It’s already three and I wanna go soon. Remember, you’re my ride.”

I frowned. “Ride?”

She sighed, that was when I noticed how horrifically... green she was. “Yes. We decided as a team effort that you are more depressing than usual and that forcing you into some color through green liquor would be the best antidote. Even if you don’t celebrate the holiday, you don’t need a holiday to drown some breakup depression in alcohol.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And who, dear sister, did I break up with?”

She shrugged. “How should I know? You didn’t even tell me you were into Satan until I walked in on you praying to a candle butt naked.”

I held my hand out and she helped me up, a worried look on her face. I sighed, deciding to indulge her. Maybe it would be good for me to get out. “I wasn’t praying to a candle, that was a ceremony to induct myself into my religion, if you want to put it that way. I also don’t have a thing for Satan, he’s not real.”

“I saw your internet history.”

“Those were demons.”

“Demons, Satan, same difference. It was still a lot of wacky ass porn that I never wanted to see in my life. Why do you think demons have penises the size of your torso?”

I put my head in my hands. “There is a difference between morbid curiosity and an actual kink.”

“Okay, sure. Are you good to move? Are you... woken up now?”

Did she think I was half asleep and that’s why I needed her help getting up? I shrugged, testing my legs by standing up. When I was sure that I wouldn’t crash down from taking a few steps, I went to my dresser and threw off my clothes. “Just let me take a shower.”

“Can’t you take your clothes off in the bathroom you exhibitionist?” She put her hand up to shield her eyes, clicking her tongue.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m your baby sister. You gave me baths.”

“I’ll be waiting downstairs you dirty fucker.”

I shook my head, grabbing some clean clothes. I plugged in my phone then headed across the hall into the bathroom. Singing under my breath, I started up the hottest shower I could stand. Hopefully I could jump start my body through my own type of heat-therapy. It was about five minutes into my shower, I’d just started rinsing the conditioner out when I let out a shriek. I’d been jolted out of my shower-trance by a sharp pinch on my side.

My eyes were wide, looking around wildly. “What the fuck...” I looked down at my side, lifting my arm to get a better look. Even though my skin was flushed from the heat, the part that still stung was slightly more red than the rest. I lifted my other arm and began to run my fingers through my hair, helping get out the conditioner while also working out bedhead tangles.

It took less than a minute for another pinch higher up on my side to occur. I froze, my throat tightening and my heart racing. “Wh-who’s there?”

Was it in my head? I definitely saw the marks where I’d felt the pinch. “It’s been a month. I’ve taken plenty of showers before. This is ridiculous; it’s not connected.”

Suddenly I felt invisible arms wrap around my torso, moving up my chest. I stared straight ahead, stunned as they began to tease and pinch the soft flesh. My mouth opened, slightly in horror and slightly in arousal. “Grey?”

“What are you doing? Come on Aria, it’s been twenty minutes! How long are you gonna shower to go to a place that’s gonna smell like puke by the end of the night?” My sister banged on the door, her voice more worried than angry.

It was enough to bring me back to reality. Enough to realize I was letting almost ice cold water pour over me. “Jesus Christ!” I quickly turned the water off, shivering as I dried myself off. I put the towel around me and walked out as Harper looked at me concerned.

“How hot was your shower? You have goosebumps just walking around the house?” The goosebumps were actually going away the longer I was out of that shower. She didn’t need to know that though.

“Come on, let's go.” I quickly dressed and threw some boots on. “I’m ready to drown in liquor.”

“Green beer is better.”

“Green beer is disgusting. Cheap doesn’t mean better.”

“Yeah, it means more. Quantity becomes quality the more you drink it.”

I snorted, elbowing her. “I’m good. You wanna drive there or me?”

“I will. I don’t plan to be the one driving home tonight.”

“Great.” I sighed. “Another night in the car. I’m drowning my demons in vodka tonight.”

Harper let out a disgusting chortle as she walked out the door. I bit my lip, stepping out after her. Right as I was about to exit the door, I felt a pinch on my rear. I yelped, flipping around to stare into the empty living room. “Aria?”

I shook my head, my face flushing. “It’s nothing.”

As I turned around I felt a pair of lips brush against my ear. “Put on something green before you go out, pet.”

My lips parted, but I didn’t turn around. My cheeks dark red, I asked Harper if I could wear one of her green accessories. She raised a brow as she undid her green bow-tie and re-did it on me. “Sure, sis, but why the change of heart? You’re all black aesthetic is kind of ruined by it.”

“I just don’t need anyone pinching me anymore tonight is all.”

“Anymore?” I ignored her and opened the side door. She got in the driver’s seat and stared me down.

I adjusted the bow-tie and cleared my throat. “Slip of the tongue.” Wait, did he call me his pet? I glared at the house as it pulled away. I don’t think I liked the sound of that.

Welp, I did it @marianasphan​. I didn’t do it on St. Patty’s Day, but I finished it on the Spring Solstice so heyyy. Lol. I’ll see your babies come April, yeah?

First story in the series here.