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wingsofkpop · 4 years ago

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Hiraeth - I.I: Stay

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, Angst, eventual Smut

warning(s): Mature languages, descriptions of death and murder, violence, graphic depictions of fighting, blood and gore, mentions of traumatic experiences, etc.

word count: 6k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?...

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Once upon a time there was a lone seamstress who lived inside a little house in the woods. Few knew of her existence, and even fewer knew of her name, for outside the safety of the forest, the world and its inhabitants were cruel and corrupt. To relieve the weight of her loneliness, the seamstress sat on her roof every night to speak to the moon as it traveled across the black sky. She spoke to the moon about everything, from the rushing of the river current after a spell of rain to the plumpness of the round, ripe peaches that arrived in the summer, and when she ran out of elements of reality, she turned to ones of fantasy instead. She told the moon stories of massive dragons who breathed butterflies with wings of jewels instead of fire and planets where the seas were composed of golden honey and tall mountains of glass.

The moon fell in love with the seamstress and her fairy tales, for she was just as keen for a companion. She loved the seamstress so much that one night per cycle, when the ocean tides were at their lowest, she would leave her nightly perch and join the seamstress on her roof. No one knew of the true nature of their relationship, whether they were friends, lovers, soulmates, but that did not matter, for the moon loved the seamstress, and the seamstress loved the moon in return.

In order to show her love, the moon gifted the seamstress one of her brightest stars from the night sky. Upon consuming the star, the seamstress was blessed with abilities beyond imaginable: Gifts to heal creatures long past the point of decay. Talents in skill, wit and knowledge that surpassed the most brilliant scholars. And most notably, the miracle of eternal life.

Outsiders soon caught word of the immortal seamstress who lived in the little house in the wood, and some sought to steal her and the moon’s power for their own gain. On a night when the moon was at its fullest, a band of malicious villagers stormed the seamstress’s home right on the very roof where she sat. The moon, unable to intervene, watched the villagers kill the one she loved. In a final attempt to best the attackers, the moon shattered the seamstress’s soul into pieces, which had become one with the star, and scattered them across the world. To this day, the ruins of the seamstress’s house still stands deep within the forests of time. On nights when the moon disappears from the night sky, some say that if one listens close enough, sobs and wails can be heard from the roof of the little home where the moon mourns her lost companion.

Many have tried, but it is impossible to gather enough shards of the seamstress’s spirit to recreate the full power of the gifted star. It is said a piece of her soul resides inside all of us. Though in some, the magic is more prominent than others…

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“—and then she started getting all defensive over it.” You hold back a sigh at Jihyo’s huff, not desiring to make your roommate and close friend aware that her over-the-phone rant is draining what little sanity remains within your mind. To be honest, you actually lost track of the conversation a couple blocks back, and have little clue over who she’s complaining about. Probably yet another one of Sana’s douchebag crushes “Like, I get you like him and all, but the dude’s literally an asshole. I mean, he’s stood her up how many goddamn times, and not to mention, the whole thing with Chaeyoung—

“(Y/N)? Are you even listening?” You immediately snap from whatever headspace your consciousness slipped into at the change in Jihyo’s tone. Your hand raises to wipe the drowsiness of a twelve-plus-hour day from your eyes as you speak for the first time since you left the university:

“Not really, honestly.” You finally release the breath in your lungs, “It’s… It’s been a long day.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jihyo scolds, “You know you’re free to hang up on me anytime I get too fired up. Or at least snap me out of it.”

“I know,” You peer at both sides of the street before making your way across, pulling your jacket tighter around your body to fight the chilly, night air. “Like I said, it’s just been a long day.”

“You can tell me all about it over some take-out, sound good?”

“Sounds great. I haven’t eaten much today.”

Jihyo’s grumble emerges over the line, earning an amused chuckle from your own chest. You can hear her yell something to most likely Sana, your other roommate, in the background before returning with yet another scold, “You’re in serious trouble now, (Y/N) (L/N). What have we said about skipping meals?”

“I was busy today!” You protest, unable to hold back the smile that spreads along your lips at your friend’s mother-like nagging.

“That is no excuse!” A couple muffled sounds carry over the line, along with a hushed, inaudible conversation between Jihyo and another person. You cross another street and round the corner, preparing to cut through your usual shortcut to your apartment building, when Jihyo finally returns, “I hope you’re okay with Thai because apparently Sana’s going to die if she doesn’t get her Mango Sticky Rice...”

“I’m okay with that. You know my usual?”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?”

You chuckle, “Fair enough. I’ve got maybe another ten minutes until I’m home. Try not to let Sana eat all the food before I get there.”

“No promises. See you soon, babe.”

You hum a wordless farewell in response before lowering your phone from your ear to end the call. Without the buzz of the line and your friend’s voice to fill the silence, you finally notice how quiet and empty the streets seem. During the hours of the day, the town is usually packed with people meandering out and about in the bay’s usual nice weather. Without the sunshine, however, the nights can get rather cold, and by missing your bus, you’re experiencing that fact firsthand.

You can feel goosebumps emerging across your skin underneath your clothing as you traverse further down the path, a flickering, lone streetlamp your only guide through the darkness. The alleyway in which you usually cut through gapes on your left, but before you enter the narrow passage, you pause to peer over your shoulder. While it wouldn’t be the first time your paranoia has emerged for little reason, considering your track record of life experiences, the sight of shadows and stillness does nothing to ease the eerie sensations creeping along the back of your neck.

Passing the strange feeling off to the cold, you finally step into the pitch black of the alleyway, taking quicker and longer steps out of pure instinct. You pilfer through your bag, wanting to find your phone again to light your path, but as per usual, it seems to have dropped to the very bottom of the bag’s contents. A silent groan rumbles from your chest at the discovery that you’ll have to continue through the dark, or at least until you reach the opposite end of the alley. Hopefully there’s no rats or bats or—

Your entire body jumps at a loud clatter that sounds from behind. You quickly pivot on your heel to investigate the sudden noise, finding nothing but darkness, darkness and more darkness.

“H-Hello?” Your call bounces between the brick walls of the alleyway, echoing back inside your ears. You swallow, with your throat as tight as your chest, and call again. The only sound that answers is the violent racing of your pulse and your shaky breaths. Clutching your bag closer to your chest, you begin to walk backwards while keeping your eyes trained toward the entrance you only moments before came through. The idea seems ideal, that is, until your foot catches a divot and your form collapses onto the pavement.

It takes you a moment to recover from the fall, but you’re quick to grab one of the stiletto heels from your foot and arm yourself with as best a means of defense as you can manage. You carefully rise, shuddering as another clatter sounds from somewhere in the alley. Your eyes dart through the darkness, searching for a shadow that moves more than the rest. After maybe another minute of silence, with your makeshift weapon still in hand, you rush toward the exit of the passageway.

A breath of relief leaves your lips as you enter a level of light where your hand is no longer a silhouette in front of your face. Using the lamp post as support, you reach down to grab the second heel from your other foot and toss it inside your bag while its twin remains prepped just in case. You can survive walking the last three minutes to your building barefoot. All else be damned.

Just as you’re about to resume your walk home, something grabs the back of your scalp, and using the roots of your hair as assistance, yanks you back into the dark alleyway. You immediately fight back, swinging your arm as hard as you can to stab the assailant with your heel. Obviously taken off guard, the figure surrenders its hold on your hair and provides the opportunity for you to stab him again. It releases a blend of something between a groan and a growl, grabs your wrist and quite literally, launches you deeper into the darkness.

Your body connects with a brick wall with a violent thud, stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs. You try to clamber to your hands and knees, but your right arm throbs and goes completely limp at the movement. You curse at the broken bone, but still manage to bring yourself to stand. No sooner are you on your feet, the figure, who you briefly forgot about, shoves and pins your back against the wall with a hand around your throat.

“G-get off…!” You sputter, using your good arm to claw at its face. With speed and strength that’s mostly definitely not human, it keeps your flailing body pressed against the brick surface, yanks your arm out of the way and harshly tilts your head to the side. A loud scream sounds from your lips as binding pain erupts from your neck. Warm blood slips down your flesh like raindrops, staining the collar of your shirt crimson red. The pain is so fierce, it disorients your mind and numbs the remainder of your physical strength, leaving no room for you to fight back any longer.

Your vision begins to grow blurry, partly from tears and partly from the painful fogginess exhausting your brain. For a moment, you wonder what will kill you first: The blood loss, the excruciating pain, or the knowledge that your life in itself is slowly slipping from your fingertips.

You are going to die. The thought repeats itself like a broken record on repeat. You are going to die without seeing your students again. You are going to die without seeing Jihyo and Sana and all your friends again. You are going to die right here, in this dark alley, from a brutal monster that came straight out of hell.

Just when you’re on the cusp between consciousness and unconsciousness, the figure is torn away, leaving your body to collapse to the ground. Muffled sounds of what seem to be barbaric snarls and roars spill into your ears, followed by the obvious snaps of breaking bones. Through the pitch black, you can almost make out a human-like silhouette approaching your grounded figure.

The last thing you remember before you slip underneath the waves of exhaustion is the gentle touch of bloody hands and a soft murmur of your name.

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Familiar faces mill about the confines of the graveyard, some as bystanders, whispering rumors behind yellow-taped borders, and some as pursuers, tiptoeing around the grounds as if one wrong step will shatter the tense atmosphere like glass. From his perch leaning against a nearby tree, Mark watches the coroner zip up the black body bag with a blank expression set across his features, contradicting the cloud of sorrow suffocating the means of his soul. Even with the corpse out of sight, he can remember her face—the still-rosy cheeks, the icy touch of fingertips, the unseeing eyes…

The coroner rises to his feet, shaking his head before turning to speak to the town sheriff beside him. Mark continues to observe as both investigators engage in a brief conversation. As if sensing his gaze, they simultaneously turn to peer his way. Mark quickly turns his eyes elsewhere and abandons his post. He heads in the direction of the crypt, attempting to push the persistent, vulgar images out of mind.

“Mark! Hang on!” His steps halt at the frenzied call of the sheriff, providing the opportunity for the older woman to approach. She offers him an apologetic smile and an affectionate pat on his forearm. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you anymore questions.”

“Good. Don’t think I have anything much else to say.” The sheriff doesn’t reply to his weak attempt at humor, instead mapping out the very extent of his face. Trying his hardest to keep his features neutral, Mark stares right back at the female officer—the last thing he needs is to break down right then and there.

After another moment of silence passes, the sheriff finally speaks, “How are you doing, Mark? Really?”

“How do you think I’m doing, sheriff?” Mark releases a sigh, “One of my friends is dead.”

“I know.” She also expels a deep breath, running a hand through her long, brunette tresses. Her grip stiffens just slightly, enough to be able to feel her skin trembling against his. “I wish I could say something to make it better, but I can’t believe it myself—” She chuckles scornfully, “Do you have any idea who—or what, would do this?”

“We’re trying to figure that out.” Mark replies, “Some of us are… taking it pretty hard.”

“Until then, you and everyone else have to be careful.”

Mark shakes his head, “Sheriff—”

“I mean it, Mark,” The sheriff squeezes his arm so tight that Mark wonders if it will bruise. “Whoever did this knew what they were doing, and they knew what she was. Promise me that you’ll keep on your toes?” Flashes of her lifeless body overtake the forefronts of his brain even before he can help it. He hates how his stomach twists at the memory of that foreboding symbol carved into his chest—right next to the confines from where her heart was torn.

“I promise.”

“Good.” A breath that Mark didn’t even know he was holding escapes his lungs as the sheriff removes her hand. “Let me know if you find anything. I’ll keep in touch.”

“Thanks, sheriff.” The sheriff doesn’t say another word, only lays one final pat on Mark’s shoulder before taking off after a group of officers hauling the body bag into the back of a large van. Mark watches as she goes, unable to shake off the feeling of her quivering fingers until she’s out of sight.

Ignoring the staff mopping the blood-stained gravel pathways, Mark resumes his journey up the steps and inside the tall, white-marbled mausoleum. To anyone on the outside, the structure just seems like a normal place to house a passed loved one, but to the specific few, it’s so much more. The coziness of the inside somewhat eases the anxiety flowing through his veins, welcoming the warmth the flames in the fireplace provide. He gazes around the one-room building, past towering bookshelves stuffed with ancient grimoires and cabinets lined with jared materials of all kinds, until his eyes settle on a second figure standing at the lectern placed in the center of the room, flipping through the yellowed pages of a ragged book.

“Any luck?” Mark asks, making his way through the cluttered space beside his busy companion. Youngjae glances up from the tome that’s pretty much falling apart, and sullenly shakes his head.

“Nothing. I tried to track her blood—” Youngjae gestures to a map on a nearby table, its surface decorated with spreading crimson lines and swirls, “—but it’s weird. The trail doesn’t go anywhere. It just…doesn’t stop.”

“What about that mark? Anything on that?”

“I’ve gone through everything we have on runes, symbolism, hieroglyphics, but there’s nothing that even remotely resembles what was on her chest.” Youngjae pauses, hesitant to speak the words on the tip of his tongue, but with a glance at Mark, he continues, “...It’s like whoever, or whatever killed her doesn’t exist, hyung. There’s literally nothing.”

“Shit—” Mark curses, pinching the bridge of his nose with a huff, “There can’t just be nothing! There has to be something—!”

Youngjae shakes his head, “I don’t know what to tell you…” The younger watches as Mark picks up his book. He flips through a few pages before slamming the cover shut with more force than necessary. A moment of silence aside from the sounds of their breathing passes until it is broken by Mark’s yell as he launches the text across the room, knocking over a collection of stacked artifacts.

“Hyung—”

“One of our people is dead, Youngjae!” Youngjae flinches at the elder’s harsh tone, watching helplessly as he shoves a pile of grimoires across the mausoleum floor. “And we have no fucking clue who killed her and why they did it! What if they come back, huh!? What if they come for you next!? Or Lia!? Or Jisung or—” Mark’s angered tangent falls quiet at the shrill call of a cell ringtone. Mark retracts his phone from his pocket, and with a composed sigh, answers the device and lifts it to his ear.

Youngjae watches Mark’s face carefully as it shifts from annoyance to confusion to absolute anguish. He tries to inquire about the subject of the phone call, but Mark only lifts his finger in warning. After a couple cool replies, Mark mumbles a less-than-pleasant farewell and disconnects the line. One of his hands lift to push back the strands of his dark hair while the other frantically reaches for his jacket:

“(Y/N)’s in the hospital. Fuck, I have to—”

“Go, hyung.” Youngjae hums, “I’ll see if I can find anything else.”

Mark’s composure softens. Guilt begins to flow through his veins as he recalls the harsh tone he previously directed at his younger companion. Guided by his emotions, Mark reaches forward to squeeze at Youngjae’s bicep, similar to the sheriff’s actions minutes before. He murmurs, “Thank you, Youngjae.” Youngjae only nods, bending down to begin clearing the remnants of Mark’s wrath as said figure heads out the door.

The forensic team is still cleaning the blood as Mark makes his way toward the exit of the graveyard.

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The first color you see when you open your eyes is white, playing more into your assumptions that you’re currently in the beginning stage of the afterlife. As more and more of your consciousness and common sense return to your brain, the puzzle pieces of the strange situation slowly begin to slide into place. You’re not floating in a cloud at all—but in fact, laying on the most uncomfortable bed known to man. You groan, forcing yourself to sit up as to collect more clues to your surroundings.

A soft murmur of your name and set of hands on your shoulders takes you completely off guard. Immediately, memories of your encounter with the violent creature invade your brain like water to dry soil. You flail your limbs wildly, attempting to defend yourself against the unknown figure with each kick and punch.

“(Y/N), hey! Calm down!” The stranger seizes your wrists before you can knock his eye out, tugging your arms to rest on your lap. It’s painfully aware that his strength outmatches your own, so you make no other attempts to use force—also partly due to the gentle tone of his voice. You allow the stranger to guide your upper body back to lay down on the bed, using the opportunity to peek at his face:

The man is despicably handsome to the point his features seem to be sculpted by the gods themselves. His face is long, with a jawline that is sharp enough to slice your finger if you were to reach up and touch the structure. You can’t tell which is more alluring, between his dark, almond-shaped eyes, or his full, rose lips. Then again, the jet black, fluffy hair atop his head is also a close third…or the milky canvas of his strong neck—

“...(Y/N)?” When the stranger speaks again, you notice a strange lilt to his voice, almost like an accent of some sorts. But like the figure himself, you can’t place where you’ve heard such a figment of speech. “...Can you understand me?”

“I’d hope so.” You murmur blankly, “What am I? A fucking alien?”

The stranger’s lips curl in amusement at your retort. He pulls a lone chair closer to your bedside, not once breaking his gaze from your own. You ignore the strange shivers that crawl down your spine as he takes a seat, leaning forward to rest his forearms atop the edge of your mattress. Through the corner of your eye, you notice the multitude of wires connecting your arm to the machines stationed on the opposite end of the bed—so you’re not dead. What a relief.

“You’re in the hospital—”

“Figured that out already, pal.” You sigh, rolling your head back into the pillows and allowing your eyes to slip shut. The act does little to calm the storm occurring inside your mind, so frustratedly, you open them again and instead, peer at your unfamiliar companion with a raised eyebrow, “Pardon my French, but who the fuck are you and why are you here?”

Before the stranger can settle the confusion bubbling through your entire body, a knock sounds from the door a few feet away. It slides open to reveal a woman in a white coat with a clipboard and pen in hand. With a sweet smile across her face, the doctor enters the room to approach your position on the bed.

She outstretches a hand, “Hi, (Y/N). I’m Dr. Yoo Jeongyeon. I heard you had a pretty rough night.” Too lost inside bewilderment, you accept her formal greeting without saying a word. Dr. Yoo pays no mind to your silence, instead checking the machines at your bedside. “You should be glad Jinyoung found and brought you here.” She finishes recording the results of the pacemaker before requesting you to sit up for a moment. You do so, looking straight ahead as she checks your eyes. “You suffered a nasty concussion—” She switches off the light, “—so how do you feel?”

“I feel…” Your voice fades before you can give a complete answer. It’s not that it wasn’t an easy question—it’s the fact that right now, you feel great… The best you’ve felt in the past couple years as a matter of fact! But that doesn’t make any sense, especially with what you remember from the alleyway. There was blood… and you’re pretty sure your arm was broken too…

“It’s okay to be a little out of sorts. Especially after hitting your head and knocking yourself out.” Dr. Yoo assures, marking something down on her clipboard before nodding, “Everything looks great, but we’re going to keep you here for the rest of the night just as a precaution. You’re free to go home first thing in the morning.”

“Wait, I swear I—”

“Please let one of the nurses know if you need anything else. I’ll see you in the morning.” You watch as Dr. Yoo bids both you, and the man called Jinyoung, a brief goodnight and exits out the same door she came through only minutes ago, leaving your thoughts swirling with even more questions than before.

You shake your head, “I didn’t fall though. I was attacked.”

“Like she said, you hit your head pretty hard.” Jinyoung shrugs, “Your memory is probably a bit off.”

“That’s not—no.” His face grows visibly surprised at the drop in your tone, but still retains his usual neutral aura. “I know what I saw.”

Jinyoung releases a heavy, almost annoyed breath before climbing to his feet. More shivers attack your helpless body as he leans forward, diminishing the distance between the two of you until his nose is only centimeters from brushing your own. You can taste the mint of his breath as he speaks. Calm, collected, and slow:

“You fell and hit your head. Nothing else happened.” Amongst his strange words, you can’t help but notice the rather unusual behavior of his eyes. The ring of his chocolate, brown irises disappears as his pupil grows three times its normal size before shrinking down to a nonexistent dot—you don’t like the familiar ghost of paranoia breathing down the back of your neck.

“What the hell is wrong with your eyes?”

For the first time, actual emotion lifts to Jinyoung’s face in the form of pure disorientation. He lurches backward, as if finally realizing how uncomfortably narrow the distance was between the two of you, and clears his throat. Although it’s probably a trick against the bright, alabaster background, you swear you saw his eyes once again flash to black.

“Nothing. It’s the lighting.” He manages to get over his confused state, or mask it beneath another layer of vacancy, before awkwardly gesturing to your cell phone on the bedside table. “I called your friend, Mark. He was the first contact on your list, so I just thought…”

“That’s… really nice of you.”

“He should be arriving soon…” Jinyoung, once again, stiffly points in the direction of the closed door. “I should wait outside to make sure he finds your room…” He hurries to the doorway, eager to be rid of the tension lingering between the two of your forms, and peers over his shoulder to nod, “I hope you have a goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Jinyoung, wait—” You hurry to sit up, hoping to catch your mysterious savior before he disappears from the room. Thankfully, Jinyoung, with one foot out the door, pauses at your command. This time, he does not turn to meet your gaze—and you curse the longing that sparks in your gut because of it.

“Thanks for… bringing me here, I guess.” Your cheeks burn as you say the words out loud, wondering if Jinyoung can hear the slight waver to your tone. You expect the stranger to nod his head, like before, and high tail out of your sight, but as always, Jinyoung does what you least expect: He turns around and delivers a tight-lipped, but surprisingly sweet smile.

“You’re welcome.” His response makes your insides flutter, “I… I hope to see you again soon.” Jinyoung doesn’t give you the chance to return the conversation, and with one final glance, vanishes through the hospital doorway. Even with his presence gone, your body thrums with the remnants of his aura. Partly because of the lingering aftertaste of his charming presence:

—And partly because of the apprehensive feeling in your gut that grows the more you dwell on the abnormality of his gaze.

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Jinyoung never meant for the night to turn out like this. He only wanted to get out of the manor—well, get away from his brother before he broke his neck. Literally. Jinyoung never meant to catch your scent during his midnight stroll, nor eventually find you in that alleyway, where he watched as you bravely attempted to fight off that crazed, bloodthirsty fledgling with nothing but a single shoe. The logical part of his brain initially forbode his intervention, but watching how you fought that vampire awoke the remaining human component inside his soul.

—He realized that he couldn’t let you die.

So against his better judgement, Jinyoung saved your life… and now he’s paying the price.

“You better have a damn good explanation or I’ll hex you into the next fucking century.” Jinyoung waits patiently as Mark exits the hospital elevator, barely flinching as he shoves his body against the nearest wall. Ignoring the pure rage wafting off of the witch’s body like a Spring scent, Jinyoung raises his arms and replies coolly:

“Please take your hands off of me.”

“Not until you explain to how (Y/N) was almost killed by a fucking bloodsucker.” Mark tightens his hold on Jinyoung’s collar, pressing him further into the surface of the wall. “If this is because of your douchebag brother, then I swear—”

“I already told you that Jaebeom cannot turn other vampires.” He pushes Mark’s body with just enough force to free himself from his hold. “And so help me, if you try to go after my family again, I’ll kill you and your pathetic minions.”

Mark scoffs, “Just because you can’t be killed doesn’t mean you’re invincible.” Jinyoung quickly bites his tongue to hold back his retort and inhales a deep breath to calm the frustration brewing through his veins. His mind, against his own will, conjures up the memory of you sitting and staring at him from the hospital bed. Just the image of your bright, fire-lit eyes eases the tension from his shoulders, washing away whatever anger remained inside his gut.

Jinyoung sighs and changes the topic, “(Y/N) is fine. After I killed him, I fed her my blood—”

“Oh, fucking hell—” Mark curses, burying his face in his palms. “Yeah, everything is just peachy.”

“It was either that, or she die from blood loss. Take your pick.”

“We had a deal,” The witch begins, “The coven, the pack and the league would allow you and your brother to stay in town as long as no other bloodsuckers make an appearance—“

“I can’t keep count of every vampire that comes into town,” Jinyoung replies truthfully. “Last I checked, that’s your seer’s job.” He takes note of the painful expression that overtakes Mark’s face, replacing his frustrated tone with one of concern, “What happened?”

“Nayeon is dead.” He feels an imaginary punch sink into his gut at Mark’s sullen answer. “She was killed a couple hours ago.”

“Killed? By what?”

“That’s what we were trying to figure out when I got your goddamn call.”

Jinyoung shakes his head, “I’m sor—”

“Save it.” Mark finishes just as a couple of chatting nurses clad in sky blue scrubs turn the corner and stop in front of the elevator. Both him and Jinyoung offer the hospital staff polite smiles, waiting a couple breaths for the metal doors to slide open and the passersby to enter. Only when the doors shut and the elevator dings, is when Mark continues: “Where is she?”

“Room 116. I told her I called you.” Jinyoung quickly moves forward as Mark tries to push past him, blocking the doorway so he can’t pass. “Hang on—”

“We’re done talking—”

“She can’t be compelled.” Jinyoung ignores how Mark tries to shove him aside, keeping his body rigid and exactly in place.

Mark rolls his eyes, “Well, no shit. I gave her a ring infused with vervain—”

“She wasn’t wearing it,” Jinyoung insists, “And her blood is clean. You know what that means.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind!?” A couple surrounding bystanders curiously glance their way at Mark’s hiss. The witch releases a heavy breath before dragging Jinyoung to a more inconspicuous corner of the hallway. His voice is quieter when he speaks, “Look, I know this girl. There’s no way in hell she's anything remotely supernatural.”

“Then explain how she can’t be compelled by a Prime Vampire.” Jinyoung argues, narrowing his eyes as Mark scoffs and turns to begin the journey to your room. He purses his lips before calling out, “I know you feel it too.” Mark freezes, but doesn’t say a word. Jinyoung takes his silence as a means to continue, “—that rush you feel whenever she’s around… like you’re the most powerful being in the world.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mark replies before peering over his shoulder to shoot Jinyoung a stern glare, “Stay the hell away from her. Or else.” And with that, Jinyoung watches as Mark scurries down the white hallway and disappears around a corner.

Jinyoung releases a sigh, lifting a hand to run his fingers through his hair. His thoughts are scattered: Stressing about a witch killer lurking around the town… Dreading his future encounter with his ignorant, dastardly counterpart back at the manor… Pondering over the reasons why Mark lied just seconds before…

But most importantly, Jinyoung wonders when he will be able to see you again.

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Mark doesn’t understand why he’s so nervous to see you. Maybe it was the look in Jinyoung’s eyes that has him spooked, or the fact that you can’t be compelled by one of the most powerful vampires in existence. Since you came to Moon Dye Bay, Mark has been able to shield the truth of the monsters that go bump in the night from your innocent eyes—the knowledge of your resistance toward mind compulsion proves that he has to be even more careful… especially with a supernatural murderer in the picture.

He inhales a deep breath before rapping his knuckles against the wood of the door. Your gentle call for his entry immediately lifts the heaviness from his chest. With less hesitation than before, Mark opens the obstacle and slips past the doorway into the room, his eyes softening at the sight of your body tucked beneath the sheets of the medical bed.

“Hi.”

“Hey, Mark.” Just the way you say his name spills warmth through his limbs, settling like a warm blanket over his heart. He makes his way to your bed to gather your figure in his arms, appreciating how yours and his bodies fit like puzzle pieces.

He murmurs against the crown of your head, “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly… confused as hell.” Mark pulls back at your weak attempt at a laugh to watch your face instead. His desire to caress the swell of your cheek comes at him so strong that he has to station his hands on your knees as a distraction. “I swear I was attacked by—I don’t even know what—but I don’t even know…”

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

“I know, I just—don’t understand how things just got so screwed up, you know? I don’t even—Mark, what’s wrong?”

Your question seizes his attention, causing his eyebrows to furrow from confusion. He opens his mouth to inquire about your out-of-the-blue concern, but his words die at the hand that appears on his cheek. He watches in disbelief as you wipe a tear from the edge of his eye, wondering where during the conversation he had begun to cry. Whether it’s the pure compassion in your eyes, or the traumatic encounters throughout the night, Mark doesn’t know… but he allows himself to break down in your hold.

He allows himself to melt into your embrace as you pull him down against your body. He allows the sobs to freely flow from his lips and catch into the crook of your neck. He allows himself to be vulnerable for that one moment… because he can’t show weakness anywhere but with you.

“I… I thought I lost you…” Mark feels your hold tighten at his whisper, “I can’t lose you… Not you…”

“You won’t, Mark…” For a moment, he allows his heart to trick his mind into believing your words meant more than what they’re intended for. Just for a moment, Mark actually convinces himself that here, in your arms, is where he belongs…but he knows it’s far from the truth.

Because even though you may feel like home—Mark can never, truly satisfy his homesickness for you.

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millers-planet · 4 years ago

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Changes - Inquis!Cal Kestis x Jedi!Reader: part three

Cal has always been successful at his job for the Empire, getting accurate intel from credible sources… Jedi. However, when he’s told to capture the rebel who has made a new appearance across the galaxy, will his reputation be upheld as an inquisitor or will she slip through his fingers as something else than the enemy? - part one - part two - full master list -

Warnings: Spoilers and language

Notes: This is a slow burn fic, and i mean really slow burn. Honestly i have an idea to make this almost a ‘choose your own ending’ kind of deal, like having a few ending storylines for people who like one over another. idk. right now i have up to 6 parts planned out and this one is the longest.

POV: Reader’s

The scorching pain from my side echoed throughout my body and nerves. First there was a wave of heat, then what felt like pins and needles, and then the feeling of knives being dragged across my whole body. I put my back against the wall of an ice cave and collapsed on the ground, “this feels nice,” I could only force a whisper out of me. The cold and staleness of the air was welcoming, I never thought i’d confess that.

“Beeeop?” Are you alright?

I managed to stifle a laugh for the small droid, “do I look alright?” He hopped of my shoulder and nudged me, almost like a dog. “BD, I can’t, do you have any stims?” The empty click from his robotic frame served as an answer.

“Beedop.” Let’s go. I just wanted to lay there on the ground, the cold floor was able to alleviate some pain. Nevertheless, i know i have to carry on, Cere is waiting for me.

Cere.

Is what Cal said true? She couldn’t do that, that’s impossible, why would she betray him like that? I’d have to ask her myself, I shouldn’t take his word for it. I saw a crack in the wall and dug my hand into it, pulling myself off the floor and using it as support when I was finally able to catch my balance. “You’re right BD, let’s get out of here while we still can.”

The small droid jumped onto me, careful to do it slowly to not agitate my already angered nerves. Opened elevator doors seemed like the perfect way out, i wouldn’t have to do a single thing other than sit there, i could address my injuries properly in there.

After walking for what felt like hours and climbing a few vines, i finally saw the Mantis come into view. It took long enough, it always feels like the way out is longer than the way in. The closer i got to the ship the heavier my feet felt, the more it felt like i was going to collapse, the more i wanted to go back to those ice caves.

“Y/N, there you are,” i heard Cere shout from the ship, i couldn’t of been more than a few yards away before my knees gave out on me. “Y/N! Oh my- look at your side, what happened?”

She ran over to me before i fully fell, supporting me by wrapping her arms around me. Has she always been this strong? I swear her top does nothing for her muscles.

“The Second Brother, that’s what happened.” I muttered to her, Cere’s foot hesitating as soon as i said that. “Oh, i guess i should call him Cal, he told me a little bit about you.”

She sat me down on the Mantis couch before grabbing some bandages. I pulled up the side of my poncho to reveal the deep injuries I was given, that’ll definitely leave a mark. “Y/N,” Cere started, “the empire captured me. They tortured me and said awful things to me. I cracked, I don’t know what made me, but a purge trooper standing over me with other surrounding us made me give it all away.”

Cere began cleaning the cauterized wound and helped wrapped bandages around my torso. “Next thing i know, Cal is called the Second Brother and Greez and i found you. You, Y/N, can help us undo what the empire did to him. I believe there is still good in him, I might have cut myself off from the Force, but there will always be that shred of light in him. It’s up to us, to you, to pull that out of him.”

I pulled my shirt down and looked at her sternly, “you should have told me.” I got up to walk away, to meditate and recollect myself only for Greez’s voice to interrupt my movements.

“We’re getting an encrypted message from Kashyyk.”

I ran over to the holotable and brought up the message as Greez began to take off. “Mari,” i smiled at the familiar face.

“Y/N, we found Tarfful and he is willing to meet you. But that’s not all, the empire overran our position at the refinery, Saw retreated off world, and some of us have joined the Wookiee fighters in the forests. Be careful.” She waved goodbye and i muttered a quick “you too” before the comms cut out.

Greez steadily landed the ship on Kashyyk as Cere and i both exchanged a “later” as i headed out of the ship and into the hanger where some fighters gave me the rendezvous point to meet with Mari. I hated Kashyyk, the way my boots were weighted down from mud building up and how the forest was alive. However, it’ll be worth it. I’ll find Tarfful and Mari, then, we’ll remain our lead with the Empire. Or, at least, I can try.

I eventually made my way to the two of them and was told to climb the origin tree, i immediately got sick to my stomach, while heights aren’t that big of a deal when i’m up there, it’s the idea of doing it that makes me sick. I got up about halfway before an Imperial ship hovered above.

“What’s this? A Bracca scrap rat playing Jedi? I told the Grand Inquisitor you wouldn’t be stupid enough to show your face here again, especially after we wiped out that feeble resistance. Love it when i’m wrong.” The Ninth sister blew up the ground beneath me, next thing i know im going down a mud slide and in murky water.

After catching up to where i once was, encountering wreckage of the Ninth Sister’s ship and a dragon-like creature injured, i decided to investigate more. BD and i slowly made our way towards it, careful not spook it and speak low. I quickly pulled a piece out of the creature that was a remnant of the Sister’s ship.

“Is it giving us a ride?” BD chirped and agreeing sound and i climbed on hesitantly. While it soared through the air, everything seemed at peace, with Kashyyk seeming intact and the air feeling fresh. If only this feeling could last. As i hopped off the winged creature and walked forward, the pit of my stomach felt off and my abdomen grew tense.

“I have a bad feeling about this.” I slowly made my way forward and dropped down off a ledge, getting a bit of nostalgia from earlier, only for it to intensify when the Ninth Sister came crashing in.

“I’m not here for the memories,” she ignited her red lightsaber, “so i’m going to make this quick.” Milliseconds before impact i ignited my own, the sabers just inches from my face.

I knocked her back and was able to preform a series of unblocked attacks, but she didn’t even seem affected, was i out of my depth here? A glare she dug into me with her eyes gave me an answer to that question and i braced myself to parry her. I was able to deflect a few swings, but ended up being grazed a few times, nothing too serious.

“I thought you said you’d make this quick?” I mockingly asked, wanting to get on her nerves, i soon realized i was out of my range to ask this.

“You’re right, i did say that.” I saw the grip on her staff tighten and the other end of her saber ignite. Can i take what i said back please?

A series of stronger blows were aimed at me, i got the first two but the last one knocked me off my feet, I could feel my wounds open back up. She dug her saber right into the side of me, i tried to knock her back but i wasn’t strong enough. “How’s this for quick?” The Ninth Sister pulled her arm back, ready to swing;

then everything went dark.

Part four - changes master list

#cal kestis #cal kestis x reader #inquisitor cal #cal kestis x y/n #cal x reader #star wars #jedi fallen order #cal kestis fluff #cal kestis angst

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joshpup · 6 years ago

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To Love or Not To Love // Pt. 16

Intro // Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10 // Pt. 11// Pt. 12 // Pt. 13 // Pt. 14 // Pt. 15 // Pt. 16 // Pt. 17 Word Count: 2,624 Genre: Svt Mafia Au Member: Mingyu TW: same as always Note: im back from the dead, idk how long this kick will last but im going to try and finish this series. also no hard feelings against mx, love that group more than anything, it just fit lol

The day finally came for you to send everyone off on their mission, leaving you behind. Well, to be exact you, Jihoon and Seungkwan would be staying behind. Jihoon was staying behind to hand the electronic side of things from the base, and Seungkwan...honestly, you weren’t sure what he was staying behind for. Everyone had disappeared into the one room you weren’t allowed into, and when they came out it was like a different group of people had emerged. The thirteen boys you had run into when your cafe was being taken over were now standing in front of you again, preparing for yet another mission.

“Alright,” Seungcheol began, “so, let’s go over the plan one more time.”

You weren’t sure if Seungcheol didn’t know you were there, or just didn’t care at this point, but you were able to pick up quite a bit about the mission. The boys would be going onto a huge boat from what it sounded like. Wonwoo was supposed to do something with cameras and an elevator first from what you heard, then Junhui would be sneaking in, disguised as a delivery man. He was already in his black outfit and fiddling with his earpiece, set to make his “delivery” right away. Jihoon would be doing stuff on his end too and was supposed to alert Junhui through his watch. Damn, they planned this out well… you thought to yourself as you heard them go over more of the plan. No wonder they haven’t been caught yet… Hansol was supposed to sneak in with the staff and help Soonyoung and Minghao, who were then to get to a certain point without triggering anything and turn off the alarm. Simple enough. Whatever they were going after had to be pretty intense for all this planning. You heard the word “bombs” a few to many times to feel comfortable about it and tried to focus your mind on something else. The thought of everyone going off to do something dangerous made you feel uneasy. They were your family now after all.

“We’re going to head out now.” Mingyu said, walking over to you. You stood up from your spot on the couch and looked at him. He had dyed his once dark hair to a bleach blonde, and even went as far as to cut it a lot shorter than you had been used to seeing. He wore a yellow and black turtleneck sweater and a long black coat over it. Not something you would expect to see him in while he’s trying to sneak onto a huge boat.

“You’re wearing that?” you questioned.

“What, does it look bad? I thought it would go well with my new hair…” Mingyu said, looking down at his sweater.

“No, it looks fancy. And I like your new hair, it’s just not what I expected to see you in. you are like storming a boat right? Actually, everyone’s dressed really nice...”

“(Y/n), we’re mafia members, not some lowlife thugs.” Mingyu said with a chuckle.

“Right…” you rolled your eyes, “of course, how silly of me.” Mingyu gave you a look but said nothing. “Good luck with everything, even though I’m pretty sure this is all illegal. Just come back to me safe, okay?”

“Well, know that you’ve told me that, I have no choice but to come back unharmed.” Mingyu said with a cheeky smile.

You and Seungkwan watched as they drove down the long path, and eventually disappeared into the woods, while Jihoon headed straight for his “office” as he called it.

“Seungkwan, what are you going to be doing here?” you questioned after silence had finally settled into the house.

“That’s a secret.” He said with a smirk before disappearing into his room as well. Then, you were met with complete and utter silence. A quiet, still, empty silence you hadn’t heard in months. With thirteen boys in the house, there’s never silence, from snoring at night, to yelling during the day, and the constant background music playing, there is never silence. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed it. The first thing you did? Sleep of course. Because why not. You woke up around lunch, bored out of your mind. At least when the guys were here you had someone to talk with. Sitting around the house like this was excruciating. The once blissful silence had become stifling.

You tried to listen through the walls to Jihoon’s office but heard only the clicking of keys. No sound came from Seungkwan’s room, leaving you alone for sure. You snuck into Mingyu and Wonwoo’s shared room and pulled a few books you had never read before and settled down on the couch to read. Jihoon only came out of the office once, he shuffled into the kitchen, grabbed a donut, and shuffled back to the office, not staying a single word. You heard a few crashes from his office not long after that but didn’t bother to go investigate. If something during the mission went wrong, you didn’t want to be anywhere near the short boy.

You fixed yourself a small, late lunch, then returned to your book. Nothing much seemed to be happening, that is, until late afternoon. All of the sudden, Seungkwan busts out of his room, dressed in a sweater and pulling on his long tan coat before flying out of the front door, hopped on a motorcycle and tore down the road. Curses erupted from Jihoon’s office, and you decided it would be best if you retreated into your room. Hopefully everyone was alright. The thought of Mingyu was constantly floating around in the back of your mind after that. The sun had finally set and the moon shone brightly outside. Your peered out of one of the front windows and saw a small light coming towards the house, which you assumed was Seungkwan coming back. You moved from the window and around the house, cleaning up little things here and there since you had nothing else to do. You threw yourself down on the couch, waiting for Seungkwan to come through the front door. You hoped that he would finally be free and the two of you could talk, you were even willing to cook up some sort of dinner for him if he wanted. He never came however. Instead you were met with creaks in the house

That was a lot more creaking then the house usually made on its own though. Maybe Jihoon had come out of his office for dinner? You stood up from the couch and slowly headed towards the door leading to the rest of the house. You peeked your head around the corner and saw no one. But what you did see made your heart jump into your throat. The front door was open. Wide open… any normal person would have stayed put. If the front door was open and you could hear someone moving around, not good to go blindly walking in. Then again, it’s not like you could call the police if anyone had broken into the house. You didn’t even know where the dang house was, let alone bring the police straight to a mafia base? Not smart.

You snuck further through the door a little further to see if you could catch a glimpse of whoever was in the house if anyone at all. Your heartbeat seemed to be right in your ears, and you felt as if your breathing was now the loudest thing on earth. You tiptoed around, hoping to at least get to the stairs and rush up to Jihoon’s office unnoticed and some backup. After all, someone breaking into a base of a mafia by themselves doesn’t really stand a chance at all. If there were others…now that’s a different story. You had almost made it to the base of the stairs when you heard someone whisper your name. you physically jumped upon hearing it and whipped around to see none other than Hoseok standing there. Your Hoseok…Monsta X’s Wonho, standing in Seventeens base home.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper, not moving an inch from where you stood.

“I came to get you.” Hoseok whispered, moving closer towards you.

“Uhhhh… no thanks?” you whispered. “you need to go, Jihoon’s still here!”

“I know, that’s why you have to come quick, he won’t notice for a while if we go now.” Hoseok whispered in a rush, already making a move towards the door.

“Hoseok, I’m not going to leave.” You stated.

“Why? They kidnapped you, I’ve been planning to come get you today ever since the ball.”

“Because even if I do get out, I can’t just go back to my normal life. Not now, not ever. I’m stuck like this forever now, there’s no point in running away.”

“But you could at least come with me and stay with someone you actually know. The other guys in my gang are super nice.” Hoseok explained.

“But Seventeen is just as nice, I like it here with them. Plus, if you take me, that will just ruin the relationship between the two groups.” You whispered, still worried Jihoon would come down and find Hoseok in his house. “How did you even find me?”

“I’ve been tracking you for years now. I knew the exact moment you got tangled up with seventeen. I knew when Mingyu kept coming to your café that something was up. I should have pulled you out before anything happened but I was too late. It was a bit harder to find you after seventeen had taken you to their base, but I found you eventually.” Hoseok explained, moving away from the door and closer to you once he realized you weren’t going to follow him.

“Wow, that’s…that’s really creepy.” Was all you could say.

“Look, I didn’t come all this way to leave without you, (y/n).” Hoseok said in almost a growl. Now you were starting to get a little freaked out. The Hoseok you knew in high school was so different from the Hoseok you were seeing now. It was starting to scare you. You were contemplating running up the stairs to get to Jihoon, but right as you were about to bolt up the stairs, Hoseok grabbed your arm, yanked you back and clamped his hand over your mouth. You tried to break free but he was to strong compared to you. There was no way you were going to be able to break free. You thrashed around, hoping that your thumbing against the floor would catch Jihoon’s attention, but you had the feeling he had his headphones on to fully focus on their mission. Amidst the horrible feeling of being betrayed by your once close friend and not being able to break free, you were being kidnapped again. You shouldn’t have even been kidnapped once, why did you have to say again. Before you could put up even more of a fight, a cloth was held against your face. You held your breath for as long as possible while you tried to pull your face away from his strong grip, but eventually you had no other choice but to breath into the cloth, leading you to black out not much longer.

When you woke up you were met with a very familiar feeling. The familiar feeling of waking up sore, confused and very, very unhappy. You had been kidnapped yet again. However, this time you felt a little calmer than before. You didn’t wake up in a car this time around though. You woke up in a bed in a rather small room. You sat up and rubbed your temples, becoming painfully aware of the throbbing headache. You rolled out of the bed and headed towards the door and were surprised when you found the door to be unlocked. You slowly opened the door and poked your head out and glanced around. You could hear people talking downstairs, but other than that there was nothing else. The halls were empty save a few shut doors and big windows. You slowly crept over towards the stairs and peered over the railing, trying to get a better view on where you were. You couldn’t believe you had gotten kidnapped again. Right under Jihoon’s nose as well. Was Mingyu going to think you ran away? Both him and Joshua knew you had been thinking about it… were the going to come look for you? Would they even bother to look for you? It’s not like you were technically part of their gang, in all honesty, you were essentially dead weight to them. Maybe Seungcheol would be glad to finally have you off his hands.

You stood at the top of the stairs, contemplating what you should do. Should you stay in your room and refuse to come out, try and make a break for a door or window and escape, or just walk down in and see all the members of Monsta X again. Eventually you decided to go downstairs and just see what happens. If you saw a place to get out, you’d go for it. Even if you had no idea where you were, getting out would be a good start. If you didn’t find a way out, maybe you would be able to get in contact with seventeen somehow through one of the members. If these two gangs really were as close as they’ve said before, there should be a way they contact each other. Maybe you would be able to get a message to them and let the seventeen members know who had you. Whether your idea was complete impossible and dumb, it was better than anything. Then again, you thought as you slowly crept down the stairs, if Hoseok could track me so long, seventeen should be able to find me, right? After all, if Jihoon really was as good as tracking and Joshua said he was, shouldn’t he be able to find you? So many thoughts were swirling through your head you hadn’t even realized you’d already made it to the room were all the voices had been coming from. You stood in the frame of the door as you stared at seven boys, who were looking back at you.

“Oh, you’re up.” Hoseok declared.

“Yah.” You replied, all nervousness leaving you and becoming replaced with annoyance. “Take me back home please.”

“Home?” Hoseok repeated. “How did that place become your home?”

“Probably the same way this place became your home.” You said, frustrated.

“Then you should easily be able to adjust to this place and make it your home. You’ll be happier here, honest.” Hoseok declared.

“Yah right.” You said before turning and heading upstairs. However, something caused you to stop at the foot of the stairs and listen. A little bit after you had left the room you heard hushed voices talking.

“Wonho, I still don’t think we should keep them here.” A voice said.

“I know what they mean to you, but maybe you can just let them go back to their normal life? They don’t have to go back to seventeen…” you wanted to stay around and here the rest of their conversation, but upon hearing the scrap of chair legs and footsteps you quickly launched yourself upstairs so no one would find out you had been listening in on their conversation. You sat down on the edge of your bed and ran your fingers through your hair. It’s not like anything bad was happening to you, but god you wanted to leave. You wanted to go home. Not your original home, no, you wanted to go to your home were your family was. Where Seventeen was.

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namjoonbby1 · 8 years ago

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What Happens In Vegas

Pairing - Reader x Jungkook [Taehyung is a main character as well]

Genre - Stripper Au

Word Count - 3300

Part 9/11

A/n - Just A TON of self reflection from all of the characters perspectives, this part is crazy. Please like or comment on this if you like it. It gives me motivation to keep writing. Thanks for reading! (:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Ten

Masterlist

The next morning, I woke up but didn’t have to look to realize that Taehyung wasn’t next to me which meant he probably wasn’t home and I didn’t know weather or not he had even come home last night. I then immediately searched for my phone, which I found laying next to me and checked to see if Jungkook had called me back. He hadn’t and I wondered how long he was going to be mad at me. I let out a deep breathe of air as I realized I had to work all day today. I really didn’t want to go to work today when my heart was heavy with my feelings for Jungkook.

I understood why he would be mad at me, I had claimed that I had feelings for him but then left him for another man. I just wished he would at least call me back so that I could explain everything to him. I couldn’t bare the thought of him being this upset with me. I slowly got out of the bed and walked into our bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror noticing that the scar on my lip was already healing. I touched it softly and thought about the look on Tae’s face when he hit me.

Taehyung could be a very intimidating person but that was the first time in my life that I had actually felt afraid of him. Afraid of what he was going to say or do, just of him in general. Was love supposed to be this way?

I then thought about Jungkook and his face when he had seen what Tae had done, he was thoroughly pissed off. He was upset and yet I wasn’t afraid or intimidated by him. The emotions I felt with Jungkook were completely different then the ones I felt with Taehyung.

My heart was conflicted. Taehyung was someone that I was very familiar with. I had been with him since I was eighteen. He was there when my parent’s died and he promised he always be there, which I believed. Taehyung supported me financially and I knew I would never be without anything if I was with him. He gave me everything I wanted and needed materially. But he could be possessive, controlling and selfish at times.

He always worried that I would cheat on him with someone from the club, which is why I believe he insisted on having sex with me almost every night regardless of how tired or not into it I was. I almost felt bad when Taehyung admitted that he cheated on me because it seemed like I wasn’t into having sex with him anymore. I don’t even remember how it had gotten that way but he was right. When we started dating we were a very sexually active couple, we’d make love every day twice a day sometimes. But lately, coincidentally after meeting Jungkook, I really haven’t wanted to have sex with my boyfriend. Maybe because the thought of having sex with him when I may be in love with another guy made me feel guilty. Ironic isn’t it?

I then thought about when Jungkook and I made love to one another. It was amazing and passionate and I honestly can’t say that I’ve ever had an experience like that in my entire life. Jungkook was caring, funny and not to mention attractive, but I still had so many worries. I knew that Taehyung wanted to be with me forever he proved that with his proposal. But Jungkook he had only met me months ago, how could I be sure that he wanted to have a future with me. Although Jungkook surely didn’t make anything near what Taehyung did he had a stable career and aspirations to be a writer, I thought that was commendable. But if I left Taehyung for Jungkook how would I support myself? I certainly couldn’t strip anymore.

My head was a mess there was so much going on inside of it that I had a crippling headache. I opened up the medicine cabinet to look for medicine but discovered that there was none there. I decided that maybe taking a bath would help so I ran bath water.

I sat in the bath contemplating my life. I had no idea what I was going to do, especially considering the fact that Jungkook wouldn’t even talk to me. All I could do was close my eyes and try to drown out my thoughts. But when I closed my eyes I saw him. No, not my boyfriend of five years. I saw Jungkook’s face. I knew what my heart wanted, I just wasn’t sure if my mind would allow it.

Jungkook’s POV

She hadn’t called him back yet and he was starting to get nervous. Maybe her boyfriend had seen that he called and gotten upset with her. What if he had gotten so angry that he hit her again?

He didn’t want to jump to the worst possible outcome but he knew with Taehyung’s temper it wasn’t a far off possibility. Jungkook tried to clear those thoughts out of his head as he finished getting dressed.

Today was day one of working with the author so Jungkook packed his luggage and headed out the door. As he drove to Vegas he thought about the fact that he would be in the same city as y/n but wouldn’t even be able to see her. He then realized that he needed to focus on his writing and not to get distracted. Plus they say distance makes the heart grow fond and since Jungkook had met y/n they hadn’t gone a day without speaking. So maybe this would be good for the both of them.

Working with the author was a great distraction from y/n. Something that Jungkook was extremely passionate about. He felt like writing was an outlet for him. A time where he could forget about his problems and focus on someone else’s. He could build a story with characters that had emotions, wishes, desires so strong that he would forget about his own. Not only that but Jungkook was a pretty badass writer and the author he was working with didn’t let him forget it.

He said that this was his first time collaborating with anyone on a book but that Jungkook’s writing style was so similar to his that he could draw inspiration from it.

After working for several hours Jungkook finally headed back to his hotel room. He ended up at the bar on the second level and was just about to order his second drink when his phone started to buzz in his pocket.

Taehyung’s POV

His phone was buzzing and he excused his self from the room to take the call until he realized it was from the police department. The must have found Zoe’s body. How could they have found it so quickly though?

No one knew about her or cared enough to check on her besides y/n and he had ordered her to stay far away. He had no clue who had discovered her body but he didn’t want it to be so soon. He wasn’t ready to be interrogated by the police.

He remembered Zoe telling him that she had put his name on the birth certificate. So he assumed that’s why the police had called him. He wasn’t worried about being interrogated though, he had an alibi. He was out of town meeting with his business partner. Plus he had set everything up so well. Zoe was already getting high when he had entered her place it was easy to finish her off and make it seem like an overdose.

He was sure that the cops wouldn’t even investigate, they surely see tons of cases of strippers overdosing and no one really cares about it. He wasnt worried at all, as long as y/n didn’t find out that he had been seeing Zoe everything would be fine.

He pocketed his phone and headed back to the room. Today was the last time he’d meet with his partner before the plan was finalized. Taehyung was thrilled, as he already had extremely rich clients willing to purchase the girls. He was interrupted a couple of minutes later by his phone ringing again and decided he would turn it off. But not before he noticed it was y/n calling him this time.

Fuck, he had forgotten that she was close to Zoe and that she might be questioned. This bitch was making things difficult for him even from the grave. But as long as they didn’t mention the fact that he was on the child’s birth certificate everything would be okay.

Taehyung could always deny it though. He could say that she was a crazy bitch who was obsessed with him (which she was) and wanted nothing more than to ruin their relationship. Yeah, that sounded good. He really couldn’t afford y/n being mad at him anymore, she still hadn’t gotten over his affair with Stephanie. If she found out that he was sleeping with her best friend and had gotten her pregnant he would need more than an engagement ring to fix that.

Y/n’s POV

The day was over and I was finally going to go home. After saying goodbye to the girls in the dressing room I walked out into the cold night.

I walked to my car but as I was walking my phone started to ring. My heart rate increased as I suspected that it was Jungkook returning my call but was disappointed to see that was not the case.

“Hello?”

“Hi is this Ms. Y/l/n?”

“Yes, how may I help you.”

“We were trying to get ahold of Kim Taehyung but we haven’t been able to would you mind coming down to the police station?” An officer asked.

“May I ask what this is about?” I wondered. Why would Taehyung or I be needed at the police station?

“Something has happened with Zoe and we need to question either of you. So we need you to come down as soon as possible.”

I immediately went into panic mode, what could have happened to Zoe that I was being called to the police station and not hospital? Had she been caught using drugs and had been detained? But what would that have to do with Taehyung?

My heart raced as got into my car and started it, I tried to calm down my nerves before finally pulling off and heading to the police station. So many things were running through my head right now, I had no clue what to expect.

When I finally got there, I walked into the department and looked around for someone could help. An officer noticed my confused state and walked over to me.

“Ms. Y/l/n? Im the officer you spoke with over the phone.”

“What’s going on with Zoe?” I asked frantically looking over and noticing that some women was holding Mariah.

“I’m so sorry to inform you that Zoe was found dead in her apartment a little while ago.”

“What? Oh my god.” I said mouth ajar in disbelief.

“Im so sorry to tell you this.”

“What happened to her?” I asked as I started to cry.

“The social worker went to check on Mariah and when no one answered the door she entered to discover that Zoe was unconsciousness. We just got the coroner’s report back and she seems to have died from a drug overdose.

“Oh my god.” I knew that Zoe was using drugs but I hadnt realized that it was this serious. I instantly felt horrible about the last interaction I had with her. Once the tears started I could stop them. I thought about how close Zoe and I were at one point in time and I felt horrible.

“But what does this have to do with Taehyung?” I asked. I had almost forgotten that the police were trying to get a hold of him when they called me.

“We wanted to reach out to him for Mariah’s sake.” She stated.

“What does he have to do with Mariah?” I asked.

“He is her father and - ”

“Father?” I interrupted. “No I’m sorry there must be some sort of mistake. Taehyung only met Zoe once.” I said.

“Ms. Y/l/n, Kim Taehyung is listed as the father on Mariah’s birth certificate.”

“What?” I said as my head started to spin. Taheyung hardly knew Zoe, he couldn’t have had a child with her.

“I’m sorry, I just need a moment to call my boyfriend.” I let the officer know.

I walked outside to try and catch my breath. I had just found out that one of my closest friends had died from an overdose and that my boyfriend might be her daughter’s father. As soon as my breathing was normal I took out my phone to call Taehyung. The phone rang and he didnt answer. I tried calling several more times but he still wasn’t answering.

I didn’t have anyone to turn to and I was an emotional wreck. I thought about Jungkook and how he was always there when I needed him but I knew he was still upset with me. I decided anyway to call him.

“Hello?”

“Jungkook, I know your upset with me but I really need to talk to you right now.”

“Y/n are you crying right now? What’s going on?” He asked.

“Im at the police station. My friend is dead.” I said now sobbing into the phone from hearing Jungkook’s voice.

“Which police station? I’m coming to get you.” He replied.

“No no no, I don’t want you to drive this far. I’ll be fine I’m just in shock right now.”

“Y/n, I’m in vegas. Tell me which police station so I can come get you.” He stated.

He was in town? How long had he been here?

I told him where I was and he said he was only ten minutes away so I waited outside for him to get there. I tried to call Taehyung again and even left a voicemail. I saw Jungkook’s car pull up and he rushed out of it to greet me.

“Baby are you okay?” He said walking towards me briskly. He grabbed me into his arms and I cried onto his chest.

“She’s dead Jungkook.” I said.

“Whos dead?” He said lifting my head so that I could look him in the eyes. I was sobbing still and couldn’t form the words to tell him everything.

“Let’s go sit in the car for a minute before you go back in there. I need you to calm down and explain to me what’s going on okay.”

I nodded to him that I understood and followed him to the car. He opened the door for me and I got in and then he got in on his side. He handed me a box of Kleenex that was in his glove compartment and rubbed my back as I cried. He didn’t say anything to me but let me get a hold of my self. I sat in silence for over thirty minutes looking out of the car window and trying to process what was happening. Every time I tried to talk I would start crying again, until finally I was able to keep my composure.

“I got a call saying that I needed to come down to the police station because something had happened to my friend Zoe. When I got here I was informed that she had died because of a drug overdose.” I told Jungkook.

“I’m so sorry y/n.” Jungkook said doing his best to comfort me.

“You know what’s the worst part about this entire situation? I knew that she was using drugs and I didn’t do anything to help her, I’m ultimately responsible for her death.”

“You are not responsible for her death. It’s unfortunate that she passed but you couldn’t do anything about her drug addiction. Do not blame yourself.”

“The last time I saw her I was so upset I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” I told him trying to hold back ressurfacing tears. “Also the officer told me something really strange Jungkook.”

“What is it?”

“She told me that Zoe listed Taehyung on Mariah’s birth certificate as her father.”

“What? Taheyung was seeing her as well? Did you know about this?” He asked.

“No, I had no clue. I’m not even sure if it’s true yet. Zoe didn’t even know Taehyung!” I exclaimed.

“I don’t know y/n, I would put it pass him. You don’t know everything he is capable of and this wouldn’t be the first time he’s cheated on you.”

The reality was hard to hear but Jungkook was right. Although Stephanie was the first girl he admitted to cheating with, only because he had been caught, I’m beginning to believe she wasn’t his first.

“Where is your boyfriend right now? Does he know what’s going on?” He asked.

“I suppose he went out of town for business. I dont think he came home last night but I’m not really sure. He isn’t answering my calls.” I replied.

“Y/n don’t you think it’s a bit coincidental that he went out of town the same night the mother of his child died?” Jungkook asked.

“Jungkook, what are you insinuating?” I asked shocked that he would even suggest what I thought he was suggesting.

“I’m just saying never deny the obvious.” He replied.

“She overdosed though. I know she was an addict, she had so much cocaine at her house when I went there.” I said.

“Yeah, your probably right. But y/n I think it’s time you leave taehyung. And I’m not saying that because I want you to be with me. If you leave him and decided you don’t want to be with me as well I would accept that. I just think for your own safety and happiness, you should leave him.”

“I want to leave him, I haven't been happy for a while with him and since he cheated on me with Stephanie and since I started to fall for you, I haven’t wanted to be with him.”

“Well then, it should be easy for you to leave him.” Jungkook said.

“No, Jungkook he has something he could use against me.” I replied.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I’m afraid to tell you.” I said shaking my head.

“Y/n, you are going to have to give me something to work with. Come on, help me understand.”

“He knows something, he knows what I did.”

“Tell me what you did.” He said grabbing my hand. I shook my head again as tears started to pour down my face again. “Y/n regardless of what you did I’ll always be here for you. Now tell me what he has on you.”

I looked up at Jungkook and prepared to tell him. To tell him the secret that I had been hiding for four years. The secret that no one in the world besides Taehyung and I knew. The secret that could get my life taken away from me and that I could be locked away forever for. The secret that haunted me every night before I went to sleep. The secret that I hadn’t even been able to say out loud.

Until now.

“He knows who I killed.”

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