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sopejinsunflower · 26 days ago

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2024.001.021: Into The Deep End

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“Babe, what are you waiting for?”

As usual, Nick always went in first, leaving me standing at the edge of the lake, toes curling around the flat rocks beneath my feet, watching him with narrowed eyes as he swam further and further away. I took a tentative step forward and then another, the water slowly rising up until it hit the back of my knees, as slowly as the fear that grew in my chest.

“Nick!” I called out at the distant splashing I assumed was him. His head popped out and grinned ear to ear. He shook his head like a wet dog and waved me over. “Come on over here. Don’t be a baby,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“You know I can’t swim,” I said with a nervous laugh. “I’ll just stay here. You go on ahead.”

Nick swam back and I watched the way his strong arms stroke through the water making his way to me. He stood up in front of me, shaking water from his hair. “I’m sorry, baby. Here.” He put my arms around his shoulders. “Get on my back.”

I tried to pull away. “No, I’m fine. You can go-”

“Come on. Don’t be a wuss. Get on.”

I hesitated but Nick didn’t bother to wait, as usual, pulling me onto his back and grabbing onto my thighs to pull me up securely. “Deep breaths, baby,” he ordered and without another warning, he dove into the water.

The cool water hit my face and I tensed up, hearing the distant alarm bells ringing in my head. My eyes stung and I closed them, albeit too late. Nick swam fast, his legs kicking behind him as he dragged me through the dark water of the lake. My chest burnt and I struggled to hold my breath. I signalled to Nick to go up, tapping on his shoulder urgently but when he didn’t get the message, I started shaking him more forcefully.

But Nick continued on, swimming forward and almost as if he was going even faster. I could feel the panic setting in at the thought of how far from the shallow end we must have gone, but more importantly of how dark it seemed to be. It was ridiculous but it felt like I was being pulled down to the depths of it, a sudden feeling of being trapped overwhelming me. At that point, all I wanted was to get off of him, the alarm bells now screaming in my head telling me that being attached to his back was much more dangerous than the water. I didn’t feel safe with him.

I must have tightened my grip against Nick’s neck because now he was the one struggling, pushing against my arms. But in that moment, it felt like he wanted me to let go so I’d sink to the bottom of the lake, gone forever, a way for him to get rid of me quick and easy and with less of a mess. I held on tighter, feeling his Adam’s apple somewhat digging into my arm now and this time Nick was literally fighting me off, prying my arms with one hand while trying to stay afloat.

My survival instinct kicked in and I was latched on to him like some kind of parasite, unknowingly choking him to death while at the same time believing that he was the one trying to kill me. Bubbles escaped both our lips and I heard him shout something under the water. It took him awhile before he resurfaced, both of us spluttering and gasping for air.

“Let go of me!”

His strength outmatched mine and he finally managed to pry me off. It was when my butt hit the rocky ground that I noticed we were already by the shore with families and groups of friends and couples staring at me looking like an almost drowned rat being berated, which is not far from the truth, I thought.

“Crazy bitch!” Nick spat before he stormed off towards the car, cursing under his breath.

~~~

Jin is the type of person that would do his best to keep all the bad memories away. He likes to focus on the good so it makes everything else more bearable, so when you asked him that question, his mind just went completely blank.

“Jin?” you urge, shaking him a little, your nails digging into his skin.

He blinks, his gear kicking in. “Let’s get out of here first,” he says, gently guiding you out of the space inside the wall. His mouth feels dry and his tongue is now a block of sandpaper. He keeps his hands on you as you both walk downstairs, being hyper aware of the silken smooth material of your top, knowing that he’s only holding on to you to keep himself grounded.

They run into Hoseok when they reach the second floor and one look at Jin is enough to alert the other man. That look, as well as your puffy red eyes.

“What happened?” he approaches you and boldly tips your chin up to get a proper look at your face. “Are you okay?”

At the sheepish grin you give him, he turns to Jin. “Hyung?”

“I-” you start to say before clearing your throat and trying again. “I got stuck in the wall.”

“What?!”

“I’m fine!” you rush to add. “Jin found me. I’m okay.” You look at Jin and give his hand a squeeze. “We’re okay.”

Jin seems to suddenly realise where he is but his reaction surprises both himself and you. He lets go of your hand more abruptly than he intended, mumbles something neither you nor Hoseok could make out and then excuses himself. He walks away, down the stairs and then disappears from your sight even before you even think of what to say to stop him. You look back helplessly at Hoseok who shrugs his shoulders.

“He’ll be okay,” he reassures, although the scowl on his face remains. He doesn’t look convinced himself. “He just…needs time.” Hoseok gently pulls you towards your bedroom. “Do you want to tell me what happened though?”

The memory resurfaces and you purse your lips. “I think I saw a memory.”

“Of?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I think I drowned? A long time ago?”

You don’t have to look at Hoseok’s face to register first the subtle startle of his body going rigid and then the way his whole demeanour seemed to be clouded over, like a shadow had fallen over him and you. It was enough of an answer. Hoseok silently leads you back to your room, his soul feeling too heavy for his vessel as he recalled that awful memory. Has Jin confirmed it with you? Was he not able to?

“Is Jin okay?” he hears you mutter.

Hoseok only gives your shoulder a quick squeeze, not saying the words out loud: I don’t know.

***

No, Jin is not okay.

Namjoon catches a glimpse of him heading for one of the rooms where the liquor cabinet is. He doesn’t think much of it but a hunch made him get up from his seat and follow the older man. If only he knew what had transpired upstairs, maybe he would have quickened his steps because just as he enters the room, Jin is already holding a bottle of dark whiskey, the kind that people go for to numb pain you can’t physically see, the kind that painkillers don't work on.

Only slightly curious, Namjoon quietly sits in one of the armchairs, opening up his book and pretending to read. Jin carries the crystal bottle towards the sliding door that leads to the back of the house and after a five-second pause, opens the door and goes outside. He doesn’t even acknowledge Namjoon in the room with him and that should’ve been the biggest warning flag. He should’ve easily noticed that Namjoon’s book is upside down.

See, the thing about living for centuries together, you develop a bond unlike any other that when something bad happens to one or the other, you’d feel it deep in your bones. Dread that starts from your bone marrow and seeps into your bloodstream, slowly poisoning you until even your own saliva tastes bitter as you swallow. That’s what Namjoon is experiencing now as he watches Jin’s back among the tall reeds as he goes further and further away towards the tree line. He might be able to feel the darkness but it’s nothing that he can confirm to be of any consequence. That’s what Hoseok is feeling, too, as he shuts your door quietly behind him.

The foreboding impression that one of them is about to go into the deep end creeps down all six backs. It’s a familiar feeling, of course, one they learned to recognize easily now after much hard-learned lessons. Hoseok is in the middle of the staircase when Namjoon comes up to him, telling him what he already suspected. The question is, would he be able to reach the long forgotten waterfall?

Jimin and Jungkook argued that the pathway had been sealed, that it will be more than overgrown now. The waterfall itself would have disappeared, too, dried up as the environment changes. But Hoseok doesn’t want to hear logic or arguments; he wants to find Jin and bring him back.

“He won’t come back,” Yoongi had said matter-of-factly. “You know he won’t. Not until he’s faced with it.” He’s ignoring the fact that Jin might not be sober, having faith that the eldest had always been the reasonable one. Jin won’t do anything stupid. Right?

“There’s no reason to go back there,” replied Namjoon, somewhat annoyed. He’s been pacing the floor, tugging at his hair from the roots. “We could’ve talked things out. What is he thinking?!”

Jungkook stands up, unable to ignore the unsettling feeling in his stomach. “I’m going after him. Before he hurts himself.”

The others agree and start preparing themselves. The sun is still high in the sky and there will still be a few more hours left before it gets dark but flashlights were among the things they packed. Just in case. As they’re about to leave the house, Jimin suddenly has half a mind to ask for your whereabouts.

Hoseok answers, “She’s in her room, taking a nap.”

“No, she’s not.” They all look up to see Oliviera standing in the doorway with an annoyed look on her face. “She’s gone to take a walk. Left half an hour ago.” When they all stare back at her blankly, she scoffs, “It would be good if you start being more aware of your surroundings.”

They watch her walk away, mumbling under her breath. The six men exchange looks, mouth slacking open and the blood draining from their faces as they realise too late where you are going.

~~~

Death in itself is natural. A necessary thing to keep the cycle of life going.

It’s one thing to live multiple lives throughout the centuries because those lives don’t really blend together. They’re separate; separate people, separate stories, separate…me. But dying and being brought back to life is like having one foot through the door and it makes you somewhat wonder if all of you ever made it back to this side, or if a piece of you is lost forever. Gone through the abyss. The chasm. The other side, or whatever they call it.

I trudge through the grass, heading to where I last saw Jin. I heard the others talk about how to handle him, how to talk to him, but none of them mentioned going after him. Maybe they understood to give Jin the space he needed but to me, needing space doesn’t quite equal to walking into the forest alone, empty-handed except for a bottle of Macallan. Somehow I knew deep in my heart that it’s got everything to do with me and if I didn’t bring him back to the house then we’re all doomed. It’s a funny notion but it felt like the truth.

As I walk down the barely visible path, I keep thinking about having died by drowning. Neither Jin or Hoseok ever verbally confirmed if that happened but the look on their faces had been clear enough. Weirdly, it didn’t scare me but it does somehow, in a twisted way, explain my fear of water. It makes sense. A lot of people believe in incarnation and for traumas and scars of those lived lives to resurface in the current one is plausible. It aligns. Does it explain my fear of dark places, too? Or was that from a different life? I wouldn’t know until I know the circumstances of what had actually happened and the only one who can tell me that is the person I’m blindly following into the woods.

There used to be a waterfall somewhere in here, that much I heard from the boys’ conversation. If my hunch is correct (it feels more than a hunch, like a buzzing in my soul), then it’s exactly the place where it happened. But the deeper into the woods I go, the more the little path starts to fade out and then disappear altogether. I walk on a little more, stubborn from admitting that I am what I am: lost. Hopelessly lost in the woods.

I heave a sigh, rotating in a small circle, looking around the tall trees. I consider my options: one, go back to the house and face the consequence of my stupid actions in the form of six angry men that I had walked out without a word or two, keep going and get even more lost and perhaps just die out there in the woods alone, eaten by a wolf or a bear. Fuck, I didn’t even consider the wild animals that could be living here. The dread sinks in and suddenly my surroundings feel ten times scarier.

Hoseok is going to be so pissed. Jimin, too. The others would be disappointed that I worry them but those two won’t shy away from telling it how it is.

Wait a minute. Neither of them have ever been angry with me. Was that a previous memory thing again? I let out a frustrating groan, holding my head in between both hands. At times like this, it just feels like I’m living in someone else’s skin, pretending to be someone I’m not. Everything feels not enough and too much at the same time, like trying to recall something that’s sitting on the tip of your tongue but never being able to remember, feeling like I should remember because they are my thoughts, my memories. My life. And yet, they’re not. Not quite.

Something soft brushes against my leg and I jump up, yelping.

“Mreoww.”

“Karma!” I look at the cat in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

The cat’s twin tails swish vigorously, his eyes piercing mine. He walks ahead a few steps, tails sticking up straight in the air. He looks back once, eyes glinting with such knowledge it’s almost like I can hear him. Come. Follow me.

I watch Karma take a few more steps forward, stop and look back again. This time I got the message.

“Take me to Jin,” I say, following behind him, knowing that he’s already doing exactly just that.

~~~

Seokjin is walking blindly, the bottle of whiskey he carried with him earlier gone a long time ago, flung to the foot of some random tree but not before he finished the last drop.

He is very much drunk, swaying on his feet as the world tilts from side to side with every step. He feels hot and a little sick but it’s impressive how focused he is on reaching the destination he has set in his mind. Honestly, he didn’t mean to get this inebriated, that wasn’t his intention. He had only needed the dark fiery liquor as a means to not chicken out. It helped him give him the strength and courage he needed, albeit temporary. Now, he’s starting to regret going a little bit too far.

The others will be angry, he has no doubt about it. Imagine that; the most level-headed of them is now tumbling through the woods looking for a place he hasn’t been to for decades, half out of his mind, literally, just to…what? What exactly is the reason for him searching for that damned waterfall?

“Take me there, Jinnie,” you had pouted, stamping your feet a little like a kid. “I want to go for a swim, Jinnie. It’s perfect weather. Please, Jinnie.”

You had begged and whined and literally clung to him the whole week with that pretty pout on your face that Jin had more than once bent over to leave a peck or two, cheekily riling you on with a simple, “No, thank you” to your request before walking away. He blamed only himself for even speaking about the place a few weeks back when they had all talked about where to go now that summer was there.

It was during dinner and among the suggestions of going to the beach or the lake in the next town over, Jin had casually said, “Why not the waterfall in our own backyard?”

Obviously it was met with a lot of pushbacks. Namjoon and Yoongi are both convinced that it was too deep in the woods while Taehyung complained about mosquitoes. Jungkook mulled over the idea for a bit but Jimin reminded that it would be a hassle to lug all the picnic stuff through dense trees for miles. So it was agreed upon by the majority that it was not the best idea and it was dropped. Or so he thought.

You, on the other hand, had broached the idea again that night before bed as you laced your fingers through his. It took everything in Jin to keep a serious face, reiterating what Jimin had said about it being too difficult to carry things there. He tried to discourage you with mosquito bites and it being humid and hours of trekking until you finally relented. For the night, that was.

But Jin isn’t much of a strong soldier when you are the opponent; then, now or ever. He finally gave in a week later (a record time, actually) with a compromise that it would be a date, just for the two of you to minimise items to carry. A hike, just you and Jin. You had tried to get Yoongi to come along too but he had been too busy with the roof repair. It had been raining a lot the past couple of weeks but the huge thunderstorm yesterday was the final straw that threatened to cave the roof in and he couldn’t procrastinate any longer now that there was a leak in the master bedroom, lest he wanted a swimming pool in the ceiling.

So Jin had spent hours in the early morning meticulously preparing the food. He had woken up at five in the morning, hardly sleepy but a little excited, against his better judgement. He wasn’t a hiking kind of person, that was Namjoon and occasionally Hoseok if the place was right. Jungkook had come down a little after six, woken by the smell of food only to stare into space in the middle of the kitchen before Jin ushered him back to bed with the promise that there would be extra left for when he was actually fully awake.

You came bounding into the kitchen a little earlier than he expected and you both packed everything together into a little rucksack, an attempt to keep your loads light. You rationalised that you didn’t need to pack a change of clothes because you could both just come back when you’re done. The trek back home would dry you off plenty so no need for towels either. Only one rucksack of food and a flask of juice and a picnic mat. Some cutleries and napkins. That was all.

Jin could even still hear the promise you made to Yoongi as you left out the door, that you’ll both be back after lunchtime, that you’d help him with the roof after (Yoongi countering that no, that was not needed because he didn’t want you up on the roof with him, that Taehyung would be home to help instead so no worries, you can just enjoy yourselves). It was when he watched you wave goodbye to Yoongi that the heavy feeling crept in. But he didn’t know. He couldn’t have.

I took you here, he thinks now. It’s my fault. That stain on your soul, I put it there.

But going back to the place where it happened isn’t going to change anything but in the absence of sobriety, the logic eludes him. He’s not even sure why he’s heading there but he guesses that he just needs to see it. He hasn’t been there since it happened; neither of them had. They had tried to cover the pathway, blocking it from ever being accessed, but now, somehow, Jin’s feet are taking him there, oblivious to the tiny scratches along his calves and his arms, the stray branches nicking his neck and cheeks as he pushes through the growth.

~~~

Being a cat means that Karma is gracefully moving through the undergrowth, leaving me stumbling behind him, desperate to keep up and not getting poked in the eye with a branch or whatnot.

The grasses are getting taller and I’m getting more and more anxious of coming across a snake or worse, stepping on one. But Karma doesn’t even seem wary; odd for a cat but then again he was an outdoor adventurer before I brought him in. Is this wood familiar to him?

The stupidity of the reality of following a cat crosses my mind more than a few times because how do I even know where he’s taking me? Why am I so sure that he’s leading me to Jin? Jin could’ve turned back around and I wouldn’t even know it, leaving me alone with the dumb idea to think that a cat is taking me where I want to go. But an innate feeling tells me I should trust the cat which keeps looking back at me every few minutes with those blue-yellow orbs of his as if making sure my two clumsy feet, as opposed to his lithe four, are keeping up fine.

“Do you have to go so fast?” I ask exasperatedly after another branch whips into my face. Karma actually pauses, sits on a log and licks his front paw lazily. He gives me a judgemental look before turning around and bounding off. I roll my eyes.

My focus is solely on finding Jin, so much so that I completely forgot about the other six back at the house who are currently, unbeknown to me, facing another bigger problem.

~~~

Jin arrives.

Nostalgia is a mind trick because the place isn’t as pretty as the memory in his head, albeit the bitter experience. The waterfall had dried up and the pond beneath it was murky and overgrown with water plants that almost covered the surface of the dark, dirty water. Jin can’t even fathom bringing you here on a picnic date. The place looks more like the heavy feeling in Jin’s chest whenever he thinks about that day he pulled you out of the water than the small piece of heaven he and Namjoon had pridefully boasted the day they found it.

This place, like all of your past lives, had died.

Standing there, eyes glued to the middle of the dark pond, Jin is sucked into the memory he tries so hard to push to the back burner. He reasoned with himself every time that you were alright after all and everything was fine so he could let go, but the more he tries to forget, the guiltier he feels. It wasn’t just your heart that stopped beating for two minutes; his did, too. And it never beat right again after that, the rhythm wonky and jagged, at times like a bird in too small a cage.

That part of you that died in the water, is it still there? If he goes into the water, would he be able to retrieve the broken piece of your soul and make you a little bit more whole? Jin sighs heavily. He doesn’t think it would make much of a difference. Putting only a tiny fragment of something that broke in a million different ways won’t change a thing. There are just too many scars, too many traumas contained in that body of yours, with or without your knowing.

Out of all the things Jin wants, one of them is to heal you; to take away all your pain and suffering. If he could trade your soul with his, if he could bear all of your crosses, he would do it in a heartbeat. He knows damn well, too, that so will the others (he’ll never forget how Jungkook literally dove in front of a bullet for you, in one of those lives but that’s a story for another time).

With another deep sigh, Jin plops himself down on a horizontal rotting log, eyes never leaving the water surface. The sun is no longer above the treeline and the lighting seems muted. In the silence, he longs for you, wishing he could feel your arms around his shoulders and hear your voice telling him how stupid he’s being right now. His head is starting to pound and the world is swaying from side to side. His alcohol-soaked brain is starting to get the better of him because why is he seeing you climbing up the side of the waterfall again, grinning at him ear to ear.

He stands up, tilting a bit to one side and he feels like he might be sick. You scale to the top, waving at him happily. “Get down from there,” he tried to say but the words felt too heavy for his tongue to form properly. No. Not again. Please. If there’s a god out there, please not again.

Jin shuffles forward, tripping over his own feet, calling out to you. The sound of the waterfall is deafening in his ears and he tries his best to shout over the noise. He moves forward, shoes sinking into the water as he desperately wills his body to keep moving, to get to you before you jump. He’s too slow, body too big, too heavy. No. Stop. Don’t. Don’t jump.

But you do - into the water with a splash only in Jin’s head. Adrenaline surges and for a moment his vision clears a little bit and the world stops trying to upend him off his feet. He wades in the water, screaming your name. Something catches against his legs but with brute force, he wrenches himself free. Later, he’ll feel the burn but for now, all he can do is try and catch you when you fall. He can be ready this time. He can stop it from happening this time. He can save you this time.

With one last wave with a smile that outshines the sun, you jump. And Jin dives under the water after you.

A few feet behind him, standing on the log he had been sitting just minutes ago, you look in horror as Jin disappears into the water.

Back at the manor…

Oliviera stares open-mouthed at the six ghosts standing in the hallway, their pale faces mirroring hers.

Hoseok stares at his semi-translucent hands, feeling the icy cold fingers of dread creeping down his neck like someone had just doused him in cold water. Their backpacks had thumped straight to the floor loudly the moment their shoulders were no longer solid and Jimin thinks that fear is such an insignificant word to describe this sinking feeling in his stomach. His hands shake.

“What’s happening?” Jungkook asks, his voice sounding a lot more like the teenager they raised than the adult that he is, eyes wide and looking around.

Hoseok and Namjoon exchange looks but neither of them has an answer. Yoongi slumps to his knees, his legs feeling like jelly. His chest is tight and every breath is like claws dragging down the inside of his ribcage. He knows he’s right before the words even come out of his mouth: “Jin. It’s Jin.”

It takes all but zero point two seconds between when the words sink in and when they dash out the door, opting to go through it like the ghosts that they are and straight down towards the back of the house. But ghosts are bound to the places that they haunt and so Solomon’s Manor pulls them back, stopping them just before the ravine, a hundred feet or so away from the edge of the woods. So close, yet so far away.

Jungkook screams for his hyung, a voice that barely reaches the treeline and Jimin bursts into tears, fisting his shirt above where his heart is supposed to be because the pain there is excruciating. Yoongi stares forlornly into the distance, holding Taehyung by the waist as the other man’s face is buried in Yoongi’s shoulder. Hoseok’s fists lay helplessly by his sides but Namjoon doesn’t stop from trying to break away from the invisible force that keeps them bound to the house; a curse so old they’ve lived a thousand lives. He twists, he turns and he yells to the sky but all in vain. Solomon’s Manor keeps them from reaching Jin.

A thousand lives and yet nothing as bad as this ever happened. The threat of bad omens has always followed you, never them. Immortal beings have no qualms about the other side that it never crossed their minds that their own lives could ever be in danger. Death has only been associated with you, the cycle jumping your soul from one body to the next. It never occurred that it could happen to them when it has been aeons with no rest; the same souls residing in the same bodies as the century bled into the next.

“She’ll find him,” comes a voice, although shaky, from behind. Hoseok turns around to see Oliviera had followed them, wringing her hands together at her chest. Her face is pale as her eyes are set towards the wood. “She’ll bring him home.”

She must, Hoseok thinks, a thought that rings cohesive among all of them standing there.

You have to trust me, too.

Your words ring in his head. He stiffens his upper lip, but his hands remain fisted.

Above them, thick clouds roll in, dark as the future seems to be.

a/n: Look at that! Two updates in one year! Productive! Lmao

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aajjks · 1 year ago

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Dark Knight feeling, Die or Kill (m)

A collaboration based on fictional iconic superhero characters, with the bts members; with a twist of obsession and desire, you won’t be able to escape, no matter how much you try, who’s going to save you from them? hint: no one.

written by: @justanotherstarlightmonger

member: seokjin

character: silver surfer

synopsis: Kim Seokjin, the silver surfer, finds his heart of titanium swaying for the first time in millennia, for Reed Richard's prodigy apprentice, who unfortunately calls the planet his master wants to devour, home. Caught between a life long oath to an intergalactic planet devouring fog and the all encompassing obsession the surfer developed with OC, Seokjin will fight tooth and nail to have it all.

release date: [TBD]

written by: @bighitfics

member: yoongi/suga

character: captain america

synopsis. “You’ve been asleep captain yoongi, for almost 22 years” yet I wasn’t surprised by the revelation not one bit just disappointed and perhaps a tad bit disheartened.

The only thing that came into my mind at the moment was her.

My Y/n.

The one thing in my life that kept me going.

The one stability that I had.

The girl who believed in me when the world stranded me.

The girl I’d fight hell just to hold in my arms.

I close my eyes and all I could hear was her sweet voice sobbing and begging me to return back.

Then the crash happened and the rest is history.

The defeat and acceptance of never seeing her again for the sake of others still fresh in my memory.

Where’s she now? Still living in illsan? Does she know that I’m here….that I’ve been found? Would she be waiting like she promised?

“You’re gonna be okay?” the guy asked while I looked around the city that had so sense of familiarity still trying to find some sort of relevance to ease my mind but it was utterly useless because everything was foreign as though I’ve been transported to a different planet.

“Yeah I just…I had a date.” I answer him.

release date: [TBD]

written by: @bahbah-bee

member: hoseok/jhope

character: Batman/Bruce Wayne.

synopsis. Billionaires don’t develop attachments. Superheroes don’t make deals with villains. This was something ingrained in Mr. Hoseok through experience. Gotham didn’t need to know the truth about Batman, and in return all the dealings of the underworld were taken care of. It didn’t matter if people got hurt, as long as justice was served. At least, that was until he met you.

release date: [TBD]

written by: @ratherbefangirling

member: namjoon/RM.

character: black widow

synopsis. Namjoon was stolen from his birth parents by the agency. Since then he's learned many different things, lived many different lives, felt many different things. Black Monster. The best of the best. That's what everyone knows him as. Is it too much to ask that someone knows his name. Is it too much for the extraordinary to ask for the ordinary. It might be, but black monster always gets his way no matter what.

release date: [TBD]

written by: @pynkgothicka

member: jimin

character: scarlet witch

synopsis. Jimin has kept up your fantasy-esque life up for all you can remember. So why is that idyllic life showing cracks all of a sudden?

release date: [TBD]

written by: @bebejungkook

member: taehyung/V

character: Angel (x-men)

synopsis. To everyone in the city, Kim Taehyung is a mutant and the heir to the Kim fortune, helping keep the city safe and secure. But to you, he is your guardian Angel, saving you from harm and gifting you with wisdom. You go to him for guidance and comfort, how could he say no to his sweet and innocent little dove? His heart beats for you only and he would do anything to protect and keep you safe, after all he is your guardian angel.

release date: [TBD]

wrïtten by: @aajjks

mëmbër: jungkook

chàracter: Spïder-Mân

synöpsïs. He wöuldn’t lêt you cräwl äwäy from him, you bëlongêd to him.

fïc téäsër: xx

rëlëäsë dätë: [TBD]

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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Outside of the fox

Chapter 18 of ???(I've entirely lost track)

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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Jin departs in the late afternoon of the day after the holiday, not before Namjoon convinces him to go for coffee with him. Not that it seemed to take that much convincing.

The bear swore it was only as friends, but the little blush crept onto his cheeks whenever the others brought up the doctor.

Taehyung never actually leaves...

He doesn't even attempt to go home for the remainder of the time off from work, in fact, he doesn't even leave to fetch his own clothes. The first Monday back at work arrives and you find him waiting for you at the front door in a pair of Jungkook's slacks and Jimin's shirt. It's been odd having him around, especially now knowing that he was your boss. He had also monopolized a lot of Jimin's time so you hadn't exactly gotten a chance to talk to the redhead alone much either.

It didn't stop you from catching him staring at your lips every time he zoned out.

"So do you ever intend to actually go home?" You ask Taehyung, glancing sideways at him as soon as he pulls away from the drive.

"I don't know what you mean." He shrugs, although a smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

"I mean, you must have your own home and your own clothes to return to at some point." You make a point of tugging at the slightly too-short sleeve that was slowly creeping up his wrist.

"In theory, I must... But everything, before I walked through that door on Solstice eve eve, is a blur. I don't think I was ever alive before Jimin."

You can't help but roll your eyes. The pair had been sickeningly in love since the wishing party. And yes it was cute, but it also cause your stomach to bubble as you watched them fawn over one another so easily.

Your late husband had never been so openly affectionate with you, and you knew you could've had JImin's attention like that if only you hadn't closed yourself off so hard. It seemed it might be too late to try and open yourself up more now, each member too preoccupied with another. You were happy for them, but sometimes it made you question if you should have moved out.

Namjoon was constantly texting back and forth with Jin, it was like you'd caught a naughty child with his hand in the cookie jar every time you went near him to find him on his phone. He would immediately shut it off and fling it across the table. He'd smashed his phone in at least two places so far from misjudging the distance. The poor device never stood a chance against the kitchen floor.

Yoongi and Hoseok had claimed inspiration had struck and hadn't taken themselves out of the studio in days for anything other than water and food. Hoseok did make a point of sitting close to you for the short periods of time when they did surface. And you had noticed a distinct increase in Yoongi scenting you as he glided past you on his way in and out of the house. It made you jump the first few times, now it just makes your cheeks feel a little too warm.

"Y/N? Did I lose you somewhere?" Taehyung's voice breaks through your thoughts

"Sorry?.." You blink away the memories and try to focus back on him.

"Where did you go?" He asks

"Nowhere, sorry."

"Did I make you jealous? Talking about Jiminie like that? Do you want me to tell you about how I thought I'd died and gone to heaven the first time you walked into my office building?"

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes.

"I'm serious..."

"You ignored me completely."

"You took my breath away."

He pulls into the parking lot outside of the office building, saving you from dignifying that with an answer. You glance around nd see all of your colleagues clambering from their own cars, each looking a little depressed over the prospect of returning to work.

"Is it a good idea I'm seen getting out of the boss's car?" You half-joke.

"You eat lunch with the boss every day... I think it's late to be concerned about being seen with me." He laughs. "Hardly anyone knows I'm actually the boss anyway. Why do you think I still get harassed some days?"

You remember then how you had never actually seen the jackass that was making him uncomfortable after your interview day, you had just assumed he had moved on careerwise. Now it made sense that perhaps Taehyung had taken more drastic steps.

Taehyung locks the door and wraps an arm around your waist to direct you into the building.

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Your day at work is dull, nothing new happens, and everyone was still emotionally hungover from their excessive family time (some may have also been physically hungover, but you thought it more polite not to ask...).

Taehyung does finally admit that he needs to go and fetch some of his own clothes as he spent most of the day pulling Yoongi's boxers away to stop the ever-encroaching wedgie. So you walk home like you normally would.

The house is dark when you pull up. You assume that maybe everyone else is still at work and Kookie's asleep so you creep through the door trying not to wake the bunny in case he is passed out on the couch.

To your surprise, there is no Jungkook insight. instead, Namjoon is standing at the dining table which has been reduced to just two chairs and covered in a white tablecloth. A candle flickers in the middle of the setup and fairy lights are draped around the room creating an ambient glow.

"I'm sorry Joon, I didn't realise you had plans... did I miss it in the group chat?"

Usually when the boys had individual dates planned they posted it so everyone else could make themselves sparse.

"What? Oh... no. This is for us, for you..." He swipes at the back of his neck anxiously.

"For me?"

You walk further into the room and take in his smart clothing. A simple white button-up under a light brown blazer with matching slacks.

"Well, I was hoping... If you wanted... Maybe we could get to know one another better?" He stutters as he asks.

He leans over onto the breakfast bar to pick up a bouquet of flowers you hadn't noticed before and holds them out for you to take. You sniff the flowers and hold them close to your chest, hoping that Namjoon can't see how warm your face has gotten.

"As a friend?.. or as a... date"

It seems like a stupid question, with the specific design he had gone for, but you had been known to read a room wrong before.

"As a date if that's okay? If it's not I can turn the lights on and get rid of the candle. We can completely forget this ever happened." He says gesturing so close to the flame he nearly knocks it straight over.

"A date is okay." You nod, "But I am going to change out of my work clothes first."

He takes the flowers back and puts them into a vase as you head up the stairs. But you hesitate on the first step.

"Joonie?" You ask

"Yeah?"

"Did you cook..?"

"No, Yoongi helped."

You sigh in relief and head up to change. Joonie is so amazing in so many ways but you weren't really looking to get food poisoning in time for your second day back at work.

You find a cute little dress amongst tan dress amongst your things that would match Namjoon's outfit nicely. It gives you pause for a second, maybe you are trying too hard but you shook the thought away and threw it on anyway, not allowing yourself to back out.

The smell of food from downstairs was making your mouth water and you decided it was best not to allow yourself to think too hard for fear of locking the door to your room and not returning downstairs.

Namjoon is placing a plate on each side of the table as you walk back down into the main room. He pulls a chair back for you and gestures for you to sit down. He bumps the table with his knee as he slides in opposite you.

"We made pasta, Jimin said you told him you liked pasta," Namjoon said.

"I do, thanks." You take a bite, it's delicious, concrete evidence that the bear had had substantial help.

"How was work today?" He asked.

You talked about your day for a little while in between mouthfuls of food, and soon the main course was gone, plates emptied. Namjoon shares some anecdotes about his morning filled with meetings with his editor, nothing unusual in his day.

Your hand rests on the table and you watch as Namjoon's eyes flicker to it a couple of times, his own hand slowly inching across the table towards you. Eventually, he makes his move locking his fingers with yours.

"Is this okay?" He asks, not making eye contact.

You don't answer, simply use the opportunity to squeeze his fingers so he will look at you. He visibly relaxes when you don't reject his advance, his thumb rubbing at your absent-mindedly as you just look at one another. Your eyes flit accidentally to the adorable little freckle below his lower lip more than once. He must notice because he startles a little and pulls his hand away.

He coughs and excuses himself to fetch dessert from the fridge. Your hand feels cold at the loss.

He places a small gateau in front of you both with two forks. You wait until he takes a bite before picking up the fork that was meant for you. The cake is gorgeous and decadent, it clearly took a lot of effort to make something this nice.

"When did you have time to plan all of this?" You ask in between bites.

"I've been trying to set this up for over a week. Honestly, I thought you'd caught me the day I launched my phone across the room..." He says sheepishly.

"Oh! Is this what you were doing? I thought you were texting Jin!" You exclaim.

"How often do you think I talk to the doctor?" He asks.

"A lot... Do you not talk to him a lot? You sure talk about him a lot..." You tease.

You watch as his cheeks tinge and he struggles to stop himself from smiling.

"I guess I do... But I don't want to talk about him right now." He says, holding out his fork with the last bite on for you to eat.

You take the bite from him happily licking your lips when the cake is all gone.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to talk about you, about us, about the pack going forward." He says.

Your stomach drops at the mention of the future. He takes the plate over to the sink allowing you to stew in your thoughts as he rinses the remains from the porcelain. When he comes back over he offers you his hand and you take it, not sure what to say yet.

He leads you out into the backyard where the furniture is still set up with pillows and blankets. He takes a blanket and drapes it around your shoulders before settling next to you and placing another blanket across both of your laps. You offer him the other half of the blanket around your shoulders before he can reach for his own.

His body heat next to you is warmer than any blanket could ever be. The two of you sit and watch the stars in complete silence for a short while. The looming conversation weighed heavily on your heart as you waited for him to start talking.

"So... I don't want to push anything. I really really don't, but I want to know where you are at. I know that Yoongi talked you through our intentions, and I know Jimin finally made his move. I just need to know what you're comfortable with because I'm going a little out of my mind." He admits.

Your heart beats even faster, you hadn't realised everyone knew about yours and Jimin's kiss, although you probably should've guessed. It's hard to be put on the spot like this but at the same time, you understand where Namjoon might be coming from. You were giving these boys nothing to work with, and most of them had been very upfront with you about the way they felt, even if you didn't always quite believe them.

"You're not pushing. I've been thinking about it a lot. Watching everyone this week, all so touchy and in love with one another, it made my heartache."

You don't turn to face him, choosing to focus on a star far in the distance. You can feel his gaze on you.

"If that's what you want, you need only ask." He whispers leaning in a little closer.

"I think it might be what I want..." You admit.

When you finally meet his eyes, his face is mere centimetres from yours.

"Then go ahead and ask me, because I am going to go insane if you don't tell me I can touch you." He says.

You can feel his breath ghosting across your lips. You're not sure if it's the proximity or the wine you'd had with dinner but your mind goes cloudy, and the only things you can see are his eyes pulling you into him.

"Touch me Namjoon." You breathe.

Immediately his hands are around your waist as he pulls you onto his lap. His pillowy lips find yours and he kissed you gently, his fingers drawing circles into your back as your legs settle on either side of his. The blanket that was across your legs falls to the ground, neither of you caring to pick it back up as his heat radiates through your body.

Slowly the kiss gets more intense and you find yourself naturally grinding down onto him. He moans underneath you and bites down on your bottom lip. His mouth travels down from your lips along your chin to the collum of your throat, he nips along the exposed flesh as you wrap your arms around him.

It's when his tongue licks over your scent gland that you finally come to your senses, feeling how hard he is underneath you, startling you away a little. The second you pull back he stops, hands coming to rest on your hips, him breathing heavily with his pupils blown as he looks at you properly.

"Sorry, I took that too far..." H apologises, moving to release you from his grasp.

"No!" You exclaim holding his hands in place. "Just no one has ever done that to me before..."

"Oh, okay, I shouldn't have assumed, it's just something most hybrids I know have done, licking a scent gland is usually reserved for horny teenagers." He looks sheepishly at the hickey he had just started to leave behind.

"I didn't... I didn't really fool around as a teenager, and my husband... he was human."

"Your... husband?" Namjoon looks especially confused, and that's when it occurs to you that none of them know... Not even Jimin is aware of where you really came from

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jinkookspencil · 1 year ago

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bts as musicals

simply put, bts as staged musicals i'm familiar with. a very random list and post i wrote up at 3am. it's not to be taken too seriously of course, and this is just my sleep-deprived opinion and take

namjoon - hamilton

i feel this is self explanatory for anyone familiar with both hamilton and nj

hamilton, entirely self written about a self-made man with the weight of the world on his shoulders who needed to prove himself, all while being completely in homage to rap legends through and through

HELLO????

hamilton is also a musical very centered around loss and i can really see that in joon

loss, rap, and the eternal internal struggle!!!

he'd have so much fun with it but it'd wreck him

satisfied especially

also i hate to make this point but when it comes to the hate that these two receive, sometimes it’s clear that it’s really forced hatred

seokjin - hairspray

the ladies choice amiright ladies?

obviously there’s link, the very attractive man who everyone wants

who is hopelessly in love with a plus sized beauty <3333 so jin

jin has often expressed his love of being “unserious” and we all know he can be like that mostly on camera, but he definitely has that more serious side that really is the basis for his character

isn’t that vaguely reminiscent of hairspray too though?

we often think of it as this unserious musical but it actually has more layers than one might remember, discussing prejudice, body image, individuality, self-image, integrity

i think all of those things matter a whole lot to seokjin

yoongi - les miserables

fuck the system

really, all about rebellion and revolution

but also let me break your heart a little

and let me make you remember that you’re actually living life

very similar themes across both yoongi’s solo work and les mis - injustice, class, tragedy, loss, to name a few. while also being so sympathetic towards its varied characters, reminiscent of yoongi’s sensitivity and mindset

shit think of how yoongi might react to 'i dreamed a dream'

hoseok - wicked

I think jack in the box just solidifies this as my pick for hoseok tbh

because there’s the childlike wonder side we all see and know (wizard of oz, j-hope of bts)

but then everything that surrounds it and the real story behind it (wicked, jitb)

both wicked and jitb offer a look into a “character” we think we’re familiar with, but it turns out we really aren’t

when we finally see them tell their story in their own words

elphaba struggles with her “role” and so does hobi, literally spelling it out for us in jitb

they both feel trapped, and thus reclaim and reinvent themselves

It’s a very identity-focused musical/album that still links back to prejudice in our world, too and "where they fit in"

jimin - chicago

sex

chicago is a look into fame/celebrity and corruption and ambition, and i think jimin has quite strong values when it comes to that

to me, it seems as though he finds those topics very interesting to think about

and also, how that all intersects with sexuality and gender

it feels like the crux of what chicago is as a musical but also who jimin presents himself to be

taehyung - west side story

i wanted something that’s a bit of a more classic musical for taehyung, and out of the ones i am familiar with, wss seemed the most fitting (tho i have a sneaky suspicion that one of the ones i am *not* familiar with might be more him)

taehyung is a romantic and, like nj, he almost romanticizes his losses and spends time looking back and reflecting on his own relationships and even his relationship with 'love' as a whole - layover proves it

so of course wss makes sense, the dance numbers, the longing, the risk of it all, the fact that it's story about "the power of love"

i think it'd leave quite the impact on tae, if he hasn't seen it yet

despite being a retelling of romeo & juliet (which tae would LOVE) wss also set the precedent for many musicals to come, much like tae did. looking back, it was very innovative for its time in so many different ways

musically, it's very taehyung. i could see him wanting to do covers of the songs. maria, tonight, and something's coming (he'd always go back to this song)

in every iteration of it, it's also very cinematic and very personal at the same time, which means it is very taehyung

jungkook - grease

I didn’t WANT to pick grease and feed into that stereotypical ‘bad boy jk’ idea

but like i can’t not

and it’s not so much that it is representative of who jk is as a person

except aesthetically (the dazed cover is proof)

but that i can see jungkook himself enjoying the musical numbers and poking fun at john travolta, imitating him in his dance moves

i think he’ll particularly enjoy “you’re the one that i want” and might develop some sort of ‘corruption’ fantasy of turning a good girl bad

this might be me projecting that i want jk to do to me shhhhhhh

oh and he will go through a phase of calling his car “grease lightning” and sing the song every damn time he gets in it

yeah it'd be hard as fuck to get jk to get rid of his john travolta impression

#bts headcanons #bts headcanon #bts fic #bts reaction #bts reactions #ot7 fic #ot7 reactions #ot7 scenario #ot7 #ot7 scenarios #bts ot7 #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts scenario #bts scenarios

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sugalaritae · 1 year ago

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take two (ot7)

summary: It has been the absolute-no-good-terrible-fucking-shit-bitch-cock-sucking week from hell and all you want to do is be alone. That's what you want. Right?

pairing: ot7 + gn reader friendship (a little hit at maybe yoongi x reader)

genre: a little angst. a lot of fluff

au: slice of life, non!idol

rating: 18+

word count: 1530

warnings: swearing and the mention of needing to smoke a joint. reader's mental health is not great, self-loathing, negative thoughts, loneliness. but don't worry the guys are there to comfort them.

author’s note: i was not having a good night tonight. locked in my loneliness and listening to 'take two' (how fucking good is that song?!) and i decided i need to let out all my feelings into a fic. plus, i've wanted to write a little ot7 + reader fic for festa!! this is only very lightly edited. i love you all and i hope you're having a good month. happy 10 years to this glorious band of men whom i love so very much and thank you!!

It has been the absolute-no-good-terrible-fucking-shit-bitch-cock-sucking week from hell and all you want to do is down a very large glass of cold water, shower in scalding hot water for perhaps too long, get dressed in your rattiest holiest (and comfiest) pair of sweatpants the baggy bambie tshirt you got from the discount racks at H&M, curl up on your bed, and smoke a joint before you fall asleep.

Hopefully your neighbours won’t complain about the smell but quite frankly you don’t give a crap if they do. If anything else goes wrong then it will just be par for the shitty course. And you can blame it on Hoseok and Yoongi like you did last time. Though, the last time was their fault but that is neither here nor there.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You ignore it. You know it’s going to be Jimin or Namjoon asking if you’re okay. Again. You had needed a break from the group chat and apparently that was “concerning behaviour” (Jimin) and was worth a “check-in because everyone has bad weeks but you don’t need to lock yourself away” (Namjoon). The thing is that you are sure you do want to lock yourself away. The last few days of work stress which, of course, was accompanied by existential dread and wondering if this really was your choice in life or if you had fallen into this career path because of capitalism, or, if maybe, this was just okay because you could at least afford to pay for the thing you did love doing; your nephew’s birthday party was coming up, add onto that with the fact that your parents were aging far too quickly for your liking, and you were suddenly carrying a dark cloud on your shoulders that seemed to be made of nothing but negativity and you wanted to lock yourself away from everything.

You wanted to give into the doubt and self-hatred that had taken advantage of all the self-care doors you had forgotten to close during the week and let yourself fall into the belief that all of your friendships, no matter how small, hated you.

So, yeah, you were going to ignore Namjoon and Jimin’s concerned text messages and you were going to fall asleep alone and wake up to hopefully a better day with less everything but more croissants and coffee.

You felt bad for the ignoring and you knew that maybe you should let them reassure you that you were doing okay but hadn’t your therapist told you that self-assurance was more important than reaching out for reassurance? (She had also said that it was okay to reach out but you were ignoring that.)

You tapped your earbuds three times and skipped past the next several songs until you heard the familiar notes of a song that Yoongi had sent you just the other day with a text that had read: heard this and thought of you. You leaned your head back against the bus window and closed your eyes, hands wrapped tightly around the backpack on your lap as you let the music and the voice of the singer invade your head, swirling around and turning the volume of the lyrics on high until they drowned out all the evil words of the negative voices.

You wonder, for the seventh time this week, why Yoongi thought of you. The two of you haven’t seen each other in person and you’ve not had the energy or nerves to text him asking why he thought of you while he listened to that song, but you have a mental post-it note to do so when your head is a little less foggy.

Spotify selects the next song for you and the familiar strum of guitar starts. It’s a song you’ve listened to many times but suddenly the lyrics are for you. Written for you and your week. You try your best to stop the tears, wishing them back into your body, but they don’t listen and instead they fall slowly down your cheeks as you bend your head and bring the backpack closer to your face so you can cry quietly into the waxed canvas.

Ten minutes later, a little embarrassment from standing up with red eyes and wet cheeks as you walked down the aisle of the bus to the door, a little forced pride still lingering as you pretend that you hadn’t just been crying on the bus, you walk up the stairs to your apartment. Your key sticks, as it always does, and you take a breath because you’ve already cried once in a public space and you’re definitely not going to be caught by the Ajumma who lives two doors down, because she will definitely ask you a million questions and you want to be left alone.

That’s what you want, right? A soft voice asks somewhere deep in the recesses of your brain. Trying to grab your attention amidst the sadness.

Finally the lock works and you open the door to seven pairs of shoes that are chaotically paired in your entrance. Your heart skips a little as you hesitantly take out your earbuds and the sounds filling your apartment hit you like a wave.

There is music playing (jazz? Laufey maybe? It sounds like Laufey…), Taehyung’s deep voice singing along, the stove fan, what sounds like a metal utensil hitting a metal bowl in fast succession, and Hoseok’s loud wonderful laugh floating above it all.

Toeing off your shoes and quietly setting down your backpack you walk gingerly down the short hall and around the wall into your kitchen. They must not have heard you struggle with the lock because they’re all busy and in their own worlds. Seokjin is throwing a small strand of spaghetti at the wall and watching it stick, Jungkook is mixing something that looks an awful lot like whipped cream with a whisk and not with your hand-mixer, Yoongi stands over the stove with chopsticks in hand staring down at the contents in your cast iron pan (a sauce of some kind), Namjoon and Taehyung are dancing together in your living room (some horrible version of the waltz), while Hoseok and Jimin are huddled over what looks like a small cake.

Jungkook is the first one to notice you as he releases the whisk and massages his arm, face curled up in a wince. That is until he notices you and his fingers still.

“You’re here!” he says with a smile before he looks around at the rest of the guys.

“I live here.”

Slowly, one-by-one the men glance up from their tasks and give you bright smiles.

“Taehyung-ah!” Yoongi calls, “turn down the music. They’re here!”

The music quiets and you give Namjoon and Taehyung a small wave, slowly turning to the rest of the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

A smile threatens the corners of Yoongi’s lips as Jimin answers, “we’re here to make your week better.” There’s concern written on Jimin’s brow and your heart threatens to weep at that.

“That’s…that’s not your-” you start because it isn’t their job and they need to be reminded of this in case they’re doing this out of some sort of weird obligation to you and your sad brain.

“No, but we wanted to,” Namjoon says softly as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossing in front of him and you start to feel a warmth slowly start to slip through your chest. The clouds in your head parting just a little. “We’re happy to.”

“Oh.”

“Now, go and change while we finish up,” Seokjin says commandingly, pulling a smile across your face as you nod.

“Yes, sir.”

You turn to start your walk to your bathroom before you pause and look at Jungkook.

“There’s a hand mixer in the bottom drawer beside the sink,” you say with a pointed finger.

Hoseok’s laugh erupts filling the room and your smile spreads to a grin as you see Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he explodes “HYUNG! You said you didn’t see one!”

Yoongi shrugs and gives you a wink, a soft smirk tugging up into his cheeks, before he turns back to the sauce in front of him.

Forty-five minutes later you’re curled up on your couch, full of pasta and cake. The warmth of Yoongi’s sweater under your cheek, Jungkook resting his head against your knee as he sits on the floor with Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi. Namjoon has his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders with his hand resting on the top of your head like a comforting weight. Seokjin sits in a chair beside the couch watching the rather horrible and wonderful drama that everyone is watching.

You’re not alone. Your friends love you.

The negative voices lied.

“Hey,” you whisper and you can feel Yoongi shift a little to look at you.

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for the song.”

You can’t see it but you know that he’s smiling that soft and kind smile he gets when he’s done something right.

“Of course. I’ll send you more.”

The negative voices lied.

This is better than being alone.

You’re not alone and your friends love you.

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author's note pt2: thank you for reading!!! in my head the song that yoongi sent to the reader was 'mama saturn' by tanerélle. fill in any song for the second one that spoke to the reader. remember that the negative voices lie to you.

#bts fic #bts fanfic #ot7 fic #ot7 x reader #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader

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rainbowsuitcase · 1 year ago

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Fanfic Rec Friday #1

Linked are the fics and the authors' tumblr or other social media accounts

Coffee Stained Rings by femissamelie - Yoongi x Namjoon, 17 505 words, E - Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Sex

Professor Yoongi is broken up with on Valentine's Day and his waiter Namjoon decides to swoop in.

NamGi Forgotten Fest - bringing back old Namgi prompts that were never made into fics

I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it by @seethegoodinyou - Namjoon X Jungkook, 6 244 words, E - Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation

Jungkook is a brat and Namjoon knows just the punishment.

BTS Got Kinks? Fest - a spicy mix between a fic fest and a bingo challenge

As if this is the beginning by cloudyvhope - OT7, 13 090 words, T - Band AU, Strangers to Lovers, Jungkook focused

Jungkook responds to an ad of a band looking for a drummer. It's a prank, but everything works out anyway.

Weird. by littlemeowmeow_7 - Yoongi x Taehyung, 2 222 words, G - Rapper x Fan, First Meeting

Taehyung is Yoongi's biggest fan, but when he's presented with a unique opportunity to meet him, the rapper isn't who he was expecting.

high blood drumming by viviviolets - Seokjin x Jimin x Jungkook, 33 073 words, E - Rock Band AU, Enemies to Lovers, Vampire Seokjin, Blood Drinking

Maknae Line's band gets invited to perform at a supernatural bar, where they catch the attention of vampire Seokjin, but not everything is as easy as it seems.

Battle of the Bands 2022 - fest for Band AUs and other music themed fics

To Hurt and To Heal by rinnieluv - Jimin x Jungkook, 40 587 words, E - A/B/O, Implied Mpreg (Jimin has a son), Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse

Omega Jimin is running away from his pack with his son, when he stumbles upon alpha Jungkook's cabin and finds a safe space.

BONUS - Yoongi x Hoseok Twitter AU - 141 parts, Angst and Fluff, Rapper X Youtuber, Secret Relationship

I read a lot more fest fics this week, but I'm trying for a variety here, so I figured I'd save those for later.

What do you think about the formating? Any complaints? Should I keep up the one bonus Twitter AU or no?

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justasparkwritings · 2 years ago

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Merry & Bright: I. Christmas for You & Me

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; Jung Hoseok x Kim Taehyung;

Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol AU, SLOW BURN

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing! Talking about Sex!

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Yoongi wants to reunite the famous writing group Kim & Kim to celebrate the 1 millionth copy of their Christmas book and album being sold. The only problem? They haven’t spoken since they broke up 5 years ago.

Notes: Merry & Bright this year is taking the form of one cohesive story involving all of Bangtan! Hope you enjoy this change!

I. It’s the Most Wonderful Time for a Plan

The fresh scent of gingerbread wafted through Yoongi’s nostrils as he opened the door to Sugar & Spice, the bakery on the corner of his block. He hated gingerbread, but that didn’t much matter to the store’s proprietor, who sold more gingerbread than any other bakery in the vicinity. Yoongi grumbled as he made his way around the counter, bypassing the line of guests in for their morning coffee (a seasonal blend of course) and morning baked good. The cabinets, absolutely brimming with gingerbread cinnamon rolls, red berry scones and hot chocolate croissants, were all the ideas of baker Jimin Park.

Serendipity Sweets, opened for nearly five years, was Jimin’s crowning achievement, besides his marriage. He loved the corner shop, the stunning Victorian window trim and warm morning sunlight. It was a beautiful shop, one he held deeply in his heart as his truest dream. When he had told Yoongi about his dream, sometime on their third date, he had been struck by the beautiful way Yoongi held space for it. What he hadn’t expected was Yoongi’s connections and advantageous interactions to lead to him standing in the kitchen, placing gold flakes onto another batch of gingerbread cinnamon rolls.

“Hey!” A customer called, pulling Jimin out of his reverie. He stepped into the shop as Yoongi grabbed a holiday cup and began filling it with the black brew.

“He can’t cut the line!” Another called as Yoongi used the tongs to grab an apple cider muffin from the cabinet. Clearly none of these people had been in when Yoongi was, or seen him move deftly through the store taking whatever he wanted. They’d missed watching his hair grow long as the seasons changed, his delicately pale legs becoming hidden under pants instead of bare in shorts, how he stopped drinking iced coffee right when the leaves began changing.

“It’s fine,” Jimin said as he fully came out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron. “Do you have to do this every morning?”

“Good morning to you too,” Yoongi said, and he dipped his head ever so slightly, bringing his lips to Jimin’s.

“Good morning,” Jimin said smiling. “I like this outfit.”

Yoongi glanced down to his plaid button down with a loose cardigan draped over his shoulders and dark corduroy pants. He shrugged, unimpressed by his own choice for clothing, but pleased Jimin thought it was worth a compliment. He felt the blush creep into the apples of his cheeks at the little attention, so delicate and inconsequential from the usual love his husband heaped on him, but burned deeply in his heart.

“Thanks honey,” Yoongi said and kissed Jimin once more, this time lingering to rub it into the patron’s faces. His lips parted slightly, and he felt Jimin lean into it for a brief moment, tongue darting to swipe Yoongi’s lip before he pulled away.

Jimin’s hands pushed into Yoongi’s chest, and he said in a low almost moan, “Yoongs.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, but they both knew he wasn’t sorry at all. He adjusted the beanie covering his swooping and long midnight locks.

“What does your day look like?” Jimin asked as he moved away from the customers.

“I have a meeting that I –

“Yoongi, no,” Jimin said, knowing the look in his husband’s eye.

“I did.”

“Yoongi!” Jimin said hitting his chest. “

“What?” Yoongi asked, sipping his black coffee.

“You know what,” Jimin said.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”

“You are playing with fire, and I for one do not want to clean up the ashes,” Jimin said passively as he continued restocking the gummy Christmas trees and assorted sour gummy stockings.

Yoongi scoffed. “I am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I won’t get burned. It’s just an idea.”

“That they don’t know about,” Jimin said.

“Correct.”

“When this blows up in your face, expect an I-told-you-so,” Jimin said as he shuffled some of the store’s goods around on the shelves.

Jimin was never done tinkering with his Christmas decorations and treats, constantly rearranging and moving them until January began. It wasn’t that he was unsatisfied, it was more so that he knew he could do better and constantly wanted to prove himself. He stared at the assortment of mugs from local vendors and shuffled a few of them to the front, brushing some fake snow onto the floor. He stepped back, staring at the shelves and the Christmas trees and lights he’d strewn around. Not nearly as good as last year’s decorations, which was themed Merry & Bright, and included a special holiday sugar and spice sugar cookie shaped like a Christmas light. This year, his theme Merry Berry, had been somewhat successful. The berry themed treats, and drinks, were doing well for business. But the décor left a lot to be desired, at least for Jimin. His bakery was known in town for it’s holiday decorations and themes, always pulling the stops out at Halloween and Valentine’s Day… but this year Jimin couldn’t quite crack it, and Hoseok was similarly creatively blocked.

“It won’t,” Yoongi assured him, eyes raking over Jimin’s figure as he watched him shelve products. He looked good, deliciously so, like he did every day. His black hair, growing long like Yoongi’s, was tied up in a little ponytail, if you could even call the two inches of hair that. And he had a bit of flour on his apron, and a dash of sprinkles stuck to his cheek. He looked like a goddamn Christmas Elf, and Yoongi loved it.

“It will,” Jimin said, his tone all-knowing and accusatory.

“We’ve been friends with both of them for over a decade, I think they’ll be okay.”

“They don’t even come to our holiday party!” Jimin argued.

“Psh, a lot of people don’t.”

“Yoongi,” Jimin warned.

“Jimin.” He countered.

“I hope I’m wrong,”

“Like Nancy’s brother?” Yoongi asked, referencing the famous wedding scene of Love Is Blind season 3.

“Yes.”

“Well, we’ll never know if I don’t leave this shop and get to work,” Yoongi said. He moved back to the counter to put a lid on his coffee and pick his pastry up. “I will text you.”

“Yes, you will,” Jimin said. He leaned in and kissed Yoongi once more, holding Yoongi against him with the tether their lips held onto. “Be good please.”

“I’m always good, honey,” Yoongi winked before turning on his heels and exiting Sugar & Spice.

“Yoongi!” A voice came from behind him, and he turned quickly to find Hoseok.

“Hobi – aren’t you late?”

“No, I had to go meet a vendor and Jimin said Sasha would help open,” Hoseok said as he approached his friend. “You got your morning treats?”

Yoongi laughed. “You know I did.”

“Good, you guys still coming to dinner tomorrow?” Hoseok asked as he put his hand on the doors handle, opening it to let a few customers out.

“Yeah, 7PM?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah, we’ll see you then,” Hoseok smiled and headed inside.

Yoongi began the trek to his office, down three blocks from his husband’s store. It was a brisk morning; his breath coming out in fits and starts of steam as he exhaled. He wished he’d taken the scarf Jimin had left out for him, but he’d forgotten when he remembered the rush of holiday customers and the glare Jimin would give him for disrupting the flow of business with his morning ritual. He loved Jimin’s baking, in fact it had been the first thing Yoongi loved about him. Besides his smile and adorable laugh. It was the snickerdoodle cookies Jimin had brought to a study session in college, followed by the cherry blossoms at Christmas, and soon Yoongi was head over heels for the man. It had happened in a blink, studying together blossoming into love. He'd encouraged Jimin to go to pastry school instead of finishing university, and he did without regrets. Hoseok, Jimin’s childhood best friend, was happy to put up the capital and become a business partner. Together Sugar & Spice was thriving, and Jimin happier than ever.

Yoongi, though loving the pastries his husband baked, was not a chef or baker. He in fact worked at a literary agency, publishing children’s books. It always felt a bit… disjointed, the most curmudgeonly man absolutely adored illustrated books with rhyme schemes and talking animals. It came from his childhood, the love of books that filled his days and helped him find out who he was.

Which was why today was so important. A nearly a decade ago, when Yoongi was first starting as an agent, he had repped a duo of authors and musicians named Kim & Kim. They were two men, both last named Kim, who wrote a singular smash of a Christmas children’s book. Their story, Christmas for You & Me, had featured an album of original, children’s Christmas songs. With their album and book, they became beloved amongst families and children, doing book tours and signings across the country and even globally as their book and album were translated. They were beloved and skyrocketed to Barney in the 90s levels of success, only to watch it all come crashing down when they broke up. Yoongi made his early career on them, reaping the benefits of their brilliant stories and worlds they wove. Kim & Kim were sensational, not since Rafi had kids’ music transcended genre and seasons to be a hit. Yoongi loved working with them, and thus was shocked when he received an email stating their breakup. He wasn’t totally blindsided; they had a tense relationship, but they had just signed another contract for two more albums and four more books when they both walked away.

Today, Yoongi was bringing them both in, Kim & Kim, to discuss getting back together to write a book celebrating the one millionth copy of Christmas for You & Me being sold. Of course, in his business mind, not telling them they were each coming in was the right decision, but in his friend heart, he felt a little guilty. Sitting in his corner office, with views of the city and a view of the park, he prepared himself for the arrival of Kim & Kim.

“Yoongi, your 8AM is here,” his assistant, Poppy, said from the door.

“Great, send him in,” Yoongi said with a gentle smile. He adjusted his cardigan and stood, waiting patiently for the Kim to walk in. He glanced down at the wedding photo of him and Jimin, black and white, Jimin in a white tux, he in black. Their wedding day was perfect, with pastries and cakes baked by Jimin’s delicate hands. The photo, his favorite, was of the two of them, Jimin’s arms around him as he laughed and Jimin smiled. Yoongi never got tired of looking at it.

“Mr. Min,” Namjoon Kim said as he walked into Yoongi’s office. His shoulders were broad and bulky, muscles on muscles supporting his stature. His smile, genuine and warm, crinkled his eyes and displayed his dimples.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi said, returning the warm grin with his own smile. He exhaled a shaky breath and went to hug his friend. “Good to see you again.”

“You too,” Namjoon said. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting your email.”

“No?”

“When was the last time you emailed me from your work email?”

“You didn’t think I got rid of it, did you? Oh, pity the thought, your former book agent can’t contact you out of the blue without suspicion? Didn’t you realize I’d desperately need you again?”

“Ha – you’re never desperate Yoongi. Scrappy and resourceful, yes. But desperate? Pleading?”

“Only in the bedroom,” Yoongi laughed. Namjoon did too, tilting his head and raising his brow.

“How is that husband of yours?” Namjoon asked.

“What, you don’t follow his Instagram” Yoongi laughed.

“Just because I didn’t come to the wedding doesn’t mean I forgot you existed. I sent you a set of champagne flutes.”

“Oh, Jimin pulls them out all the time. He’s obsessed with the colored glass. Has even tried to track down a few more because he thinks he’ll break one.”

“I can send them to you, don’t worry,” Namjoon pulled out his phone to make a note. “Married life is good?”

“Married life is incredible.”

“I pop into Sugar & Spice every so often, Jimin’s usually gone.” Namjoon told him.

“He does mornings and Hoseok does afternoons.”

“Ah, I forgot about Hoseok. How’s he doing?”

“Good, the bakery is really thriving so he’s enjoying a nice return on his investment.”

“Has he learned to bake yet?”

“He’s got a few tricks up his sleeves, a few baked goods he’s really mastered as he and Jimin have played around with recipes. It’s been fun to watch his growth.”

“How often do they put out new things? Seasonally?”

“Yes, seasonally. Or after every season of Great British Bake Off, where Hoseok takes on making at least one of the recipes.”

“That seems like a daunting task.”

“Oh it is, he cries every year,” Yoongi laughed. “But what about you, you haven’t come around much lately. Someone keeping you occupied?”

“No, no one special. I’ve been busy working on a few books and you know I’ve been teaching.”

“Yes, your vague and often second hand Christmas card is wonderfully detailed.”

“I try,”

“Do you?” Yoongi asked.

“I could try harder,” Namjoon agreed.

“Yoongi?” Poppy’s voice said from the door, and Yoongi glanced up the moment Namjoon turned. At that moment, Seokjin Kim stepped into view.

“Fucking hell,” Namjoon muttered.

“Oh shit,” Seokjin said. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah, come in, Poppy would you get the door? Thank you,” Yoongi said and he moved quickly from behind his desk to shuffle Seokjin in. “Please take a seat.”

“I will not,” Seokjin said, stepping out of Yoongi’s grasp. “What the fuck is going on?”

Namjoon was stunned. He hadn’t seen Jin in five years, not since he walked away from him, from the career, from Kim & Kim & Kim, and the dreams they created together. He hadn’t thought – no that was wrong. He thought about Seokjin Kim every single day. But he never thought he’d be standing in a room with him, not after they both skipped Yoongi’s wedding, or missed Taehyung’s birthdays all because they were terrified of running into each other. No, Namjoon thought about Jin and the curve of his pout and the perfect notes he would sing without even a thought, and the jokes he’d make all the damn time. How had Seokjin become more beautiful in the five years since they last saw each other, and how was it possible that Namjoon, near 30, felt the same way towards this man as he had when he was in his early twenties?

“Namjoon-ah!” Seokjin snapped, using the Korean honorific to pull him out of his reverie.

“What hyung?” Namjoon asked, staring at Jin.

“Why aren’t you mad?”

“I’m shocked,” Namjoon stuttered. He glanced between Jin and Yoongi, then back. “I didn’t expect today to be the day I have to fucking deal with you.”

“I have to deal with you! You should be so lucky as to deal with me.” Jin said.

“There’s that ego, never fucking goes away, does it?” Namjoon argued.

“What ego? It’s a fact, Yoongi isn’t it true that it’s an honor to be in my presence? That he should be lucky I so much as speak to him?”

“I don’t –

“Don’t drag Yoongi into your conceited arrogance,”

“Don’t those words mean the same thing?” Jin leered.

“Fuck off,” Namjoon said. He wanted to stand up and walk out, to argue harder and louder and feel the energy radiating off of Jin and use it against him. But then he looked in Seokjin’s eyes, and he couldn’t.

“Can we talk, for a moment?” Yoongi asked both of them, interrupting the squabble.

They turned and stared at him, then silently agreed by clamping their mouths shut and facing him behind the desk.

“I know you both are fully aware that you’ve recently sold one million copies of Christmas for You & Me,” Yoongi began.

“The Times reported as much,” Namjoon mumbled.

“The checks have been clearing, yes,” Seokjin quipped.

Namjoon rolled his eyes in response.

“I wanted to bring you here to discuss writing a sequel and –

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Seokjin exclaimed.

“Fucking hell, Yoongi,” Namjoon snapped.

“And perhaps recording a new album.” He let the weight of what he was proposing sink in. They stared at him, both struck silent by his words.

“You’ve got to be joking,” Namjoon said.

“We paid out our contracts,” Seokjin argued, a point Yoongi had noted one of them would make. Jimin had ventured it would be Seokjin, and it was only minimally annoying that he was right.

“I know, but one million copies sold, that’s usually reserved for shit like Taylor Jenkins Reid and white women over 35,” Yoongi told them.

“So?” Seokjin asked, unsure the reason for the celebration.

“So, it’s the perfect time. No one would expect it and you could fucking break the mold again. Two Korean authors, with a Korean illustrator, coming together to write Christmas songs? Who else is doing that?”

“Still no one?” Seokjin was shocked, surely someone had tried to imitate them.

“No one as successful as you two, with name recognition.” Yoongi told them. “Please, consider it.”

“Was this Jimin’s idea?” Seokjin asked.

“You know it wasn’t,” Yoongi answered.

“He’s betting this blows up in your face, isn’t he?” Namjoon guessed.

“You know my husband so well,” Yoongi smiled.

“I do,” Namjoon said. “Look, I’m not opposed to it, but I’m only doing it if Seokjin agrees.”

“No, I do not agree,” Jin said. “I’m not doing anything with him.”

“Jin, just think about it,” Yoongi pleaded.

“What could work with him do for me? We stopped working together for a reason, unless something’s changed in the last five years, why the hell would I work with him again?”

“Seokjin,” Namjoon said, voice hinting at desperate.

“What? Tell me I’m crazy for thinking this is an insane idea. Tell me.”

“You’re not wrong,” Namjoon pacified.

“Right, so let’s not and say we did,” Seokjin stood up, slipped his thick winter coat over his expansive shoulders, and sulked out the door.

Seokjin took large strides towards the parking garage, and once in his car let out the scream that’d been building in his chest.

“Fuck! Fucking shit! Holy fucking shit!” He screamed, vibrating the windows of his sedan with his exclamations. He hit the steering wheel a few times for good measure and felt the all too familiar creep of a panic attack ghosting up his spine. How fucking dare Yoongi bring Namjoon to whatever impromptu meeting this was. How dare he – how dare he put them into a room when they hadn’t spoken or seen each other in half a decade. How dare he ever think they’d work together again. Wasn’t Jin doing enough? He was still Yoongi’s client, writing children’s books and middle grade reader novels that were quite successful. He had built a reputation and a name for himself outside of Kim & Kim, and yet here he was, screaming in his car yet again over Namjoon Kim.

How had he gotten even more fit and beautiful and probably smarter, since Seokjin had last trolled his very public Instagram page? How had he seemingly blossomed in the years since they last spoke while he felt like he was withering away?

“I can’t do this,” Seokjin said to himself, shaking his shaggy black hair. “I can’t do this.”

A knock sounded on his car window and he jumped, surprised to see Yoongi.

“You done?” Yoongi asked, eyebrows raised.

“Depends, how much of that did you see?”

“All of it.”

“Then yes, sure, I’m done publicly humiliating myself.”

“Can I?” Yoongi gestured to the passenger seat.

“Yeah,” Seokjin agreed.

Yoongi moved around the car and sat in the open seat. “You wanna talk about it, or yell at me?”

“Yoongi I can’t believe you’d put me in a situation like that,” Seokjin said, voice leveled out and clear.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Like what?”

“Dealing with Namjoon after he, after we,” Seokjin shook his head and Yoongi placed his hand on top of Jin’s.

“Jin, he knows.”

As if Yoongi had tied concrete blocks to his feet, Seokjin sunk when realization hit.

“How?”

“I don’t know, but he knows.”

Seokjin Kim wasn’t closeted… but he also wasn’t loud and proud and out in the way Yoongi and Jimin were. He never gave much of a reason to why, though Yoongi always suspected it was the mere idea of having attention thrown on him, coupled with misguided perceptions and the idea someone could judge him without knowing him… all of it together was too much for Seokjin, and though he hadn’t said as much to Yoongi, it was in the quiet way he lived his life. Jin wasn’t much of a dater, supposedly he had one heartbreak that ruined any relationship for him. He was, characteristically, mum on the details, and Yoongi, in their working relationship and in their friendship, never pushed.

“I don’t know why I’m so gutted by that,” Seokjin muttered, the air filtering back into his lungs.

“I don’t know either,” Yoongi said. “But he knows, and you know… so maybe that awkward sexual tension between you two can –

“Yoongi Min, how fucking dare you. Get out of the car.”

“Seokjin,”

“First you put him in front of me, then you suggest sexual tension? Is it because we’re gay?”

“I’m gay!”

“You’re a twat,” Jin countered.

“Maybe I am, but you two have been so quiet and so stealth about why you broke up. All I know is that I saw the flicker of hope in his eyes when you walked in, and I watched as he very thoroughly and obviously checked you out. There’s something going on between you two, just like there was five years ago.”

“There has not, nor has there ever been, sexual tension between Namjoon Kim and I.”

“I don’t believe that, not after –

“He allegedly checked me out?”

“And, you did the same.”

“I did no such thing!” Jin yelled.

“Oh please, I’m married to Jimin. I know what it looks like when someone is being checked out,” Yoongi said.

“Does it bother you?”

“That everyone knows my husband is hot?”

Seokjin turned it over in his brain for a second. “Yeah, that the entire world ogles him constantly.”

“No, because he wouldn’t indulge any of their fantasies,” Yoongi answered honestly.

“But –

“Oh, he indulges mine without a second thought.”

“Nasty boys,” Jin teased.

“The nastiest. But that’s beside the point: you are the one in a standoff.”

“Why is my work, my solo work, not enough?” Jin wanted to know.

“Tell me, when you jerk yourself off, is it better than sex with another person?”

Seokjin’s jaw dropped as he stared at Yoongi. “You’re filthy.”

“I’m proving a point.”

Jin ignored the blush creeping across his cheeks. “You’re right.”

“There’s magic in the lyrics that you sing, in the melodies Namjoon creates. There’s something undeniable about the two of you together, Jin. Please, consider it.”

He glanced around the parking garage, watching as a few cars left their spots, and sighed loudly.

“I’ll think about it, but no promises.”

Namjoon twirled the quarter filled tumbler on the smooth oak of his desktop, eyes moving from the liquid to the document on his computer screen. It was old ideas, ones that needed to be worked or teased out, but it existed, a running list of all the ideas he’d harbored for his and Jin’s next project. It was getting long and had led to several sub documents and eventually an entire external hard drive… because even if they hadn’t spoken in five years, he still hoped.

A knock sounded on his door, and he moved swiftly to open it.

“Hey,” Namjoon said, stepping aside and letting the guest in.

“Hey, sorry about today,” Yoongi apologized. He slipped his coat off and hung it on the hooks Namjoon had clumsily installed. They were brass and slightly crooked.

“Yeah, it was ballsy of you and kind of shitty,” Namjoon said guiding Yoongi through the entryway and to the living room. Yoongi sat on the emerald couch and stared at his friend. “I take it I’m handling it better than Jin is?”

“You know him,” Yoongi shrugged.

Namjoon hummed in agreement. He did know Jin, had known him since college. His reaction today was… calmer than Namjoon had thought it would be.

“He screamed in his car, didn’t he?” Namjoon asked.

“Yep, but he’ll come around.”

“Will he?” Namjoon asked.

“I don’t know, I hope so.”

“What do you want me to do in the meantime?”

“I have an idea, but I don’t know that you’re going to like it,” Yoongi began.

“Oh?”

“We need Jin to fall in love with you.”

Kim & Kim should’ve been called Kim, Kim & Kim, because of the third, and silent, member of their project. Taehyung Kim, illustrator and musician, found himself staring at the back of Jimin Park’s head as he washed green beans the following Sunday evening.

“Do you want help?” Taehyung asked.

“No, you’re terrible in the kitchen, and you always cut yourself which makes no sense to me.”

“Fine – I’ll just drink wine,” Taehyung tipped his glass back and swallowed the Chardonnay.

“You think the plan is going to work?”

“No,” Taehyung said. “But I told Yoongi that when he asked.”

“Why are you willing to work with them, again, after they left you high and dry?” Jimin wondered aloud.

“I still got to live my contract out and illustrate books, which as we know is my livelihood and passion.” Taehyung answered.

“Still, they treated you like shit.”

“They were both closeted, going through so much… it’s not my fault they didn’t know how to talk to each other,” Taehyung said as he grabbed a cut green bean from the bowl.

Seokjin and Namjoon broke up the trio with little to no input from Taehyung, which created a massive strain on their relationship that had barely been fixed. While Taehyung knew this plan was worth something to Namjoon, to him it was more work, and he loved work. He loved working with different authors and turning their imaginings into real art that was more than they could begin to dream. The breakup had worked for him, he was a huge success in his style, but it didn’t totally make up from the hurt Namjoon and Seokjin inflicted. But, if he was fair, the eruption of their trio had led him to Hoseok. And he’d go through anything if it meant falling in love with Mr. Jung again.

“Their success is yours, too, you know,” Jimin reminded his friend.

“I know.”

“You too sold one million copies of Christmas for You and Me.” Jimin paused the work of his hands, glancing up through his shaggy hair to stare at Taehyung.

“I get the checks,” Taehyung dismissed.

“So be happy about it – it’s a huge accomplishment.”

He shrugged, not really feeling like celebrating. If he calculated all the other books he’d illustrated, and their sales, that number would be well past one million. “I got Hoseok out of it, and that’s what matters.”

“How’s married life?” Jimin asked. He had officiated the wedding, naturally.

“I think I love him more than I did when we got married. Have you noticed his smile is a heart? That’s my favorite part, the little heart that is always waiting for me,” Taehyung gushed.

“Give it five years,” Jimin said teasingly.

“And then?”

“Then you’ll love him so much your heart might burst.” Jimin told him.

Taehyung thought that was possible. He’d only ever fallen more deeply in love with Hoseok since they first met at the soft launch of Serendipity Sweets. It was love at first sight, a silent “oh there you are”, of cosmic alignment and meeting. It was beautiful, how swiftly they fell and never lingered from each other’s side. Jimin and Yoongi were proud, if Yoongi hadn’t asked Taehyung to stop by the soft launch to discuss working together post Kim & Kim’s break up, Jimin’s childhood best friend might never have met the artist. And Jimin might never have gained another best friend.

“I find that completely easy to believe,” Taehyung said. “Have you seen Jin or Namjoon recently?”

“Me? No, they didn’t come to our wedding, and Joon and Yoongi text often but never hang out here. I’ve forgiven him for ditching our wedding, but he hasn’t felt

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Yoongi and a man Taehyung hadn’t spoken to in years.

“Namjoon-ah,” Taehyung said, surprised and confused.

“Taehyung, we need your help.” Namjoon said, his eyes full of confusion and hope.

“My help?” He asked.

“Yes,” Yoongi slipped his arm around Jimin’s waist and placed a kiss on his cheek. “We need your help getting Seokjin to fall in love with Namjoon.”

Taehyung, brows knit in confusion, glanced between them once, twice, three times before he spoke. “What?”

“It’s the only way he’ll write, or sing. He has to fall in love with Namjoon, ostensibly, again.” Yoongi explained.

“Did he ever stop loving Namjoon?” Jimin asked, turning from his work on the counter to face the men filling the space, Yoongi’s arm till around him.

“No,” Namjoon shook his head. “There’s no way he was in love with me or is.”

“How would you know?” Taehyung asked him.

“I think I would know. I mean I was there when we broke up, Taehyung well, you were collateral.”

“I was, and I’ve mostly forgiven you,” Taehyung said. Truthfully, he had forgiven them. He just hadn’t made any moves to communicate that to either Namjoon or Seokjin, and neither had they.

“The question is, though,” Jimin began. “Are you in love with Seokjin, and is that what broke you up five years ago?”

“That’s two questions babe,” Yoongi said.

Jimin elbowed his husband. “Answer, please.”

“I don’t know why we broke up,” Namjoon answered. “But, if I’m honest, I’ve always been a little in love with Seokjin.”

Yoongi nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. “Taehyung, that’s why we need you.”

“Me?”

“You’re the most romantic out of us, and you know Seokjin and Namjoon really well. We need your help to get Seokjin to fall in love with Namjoon.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” Taehyung said, struck by the weight of the question.

“Yes, you can. We’ve already started planning it.”

“There’s a fucking plan?” Jimin asked as he returned to his work making dinner for the growing group.

“Yes,” Yoongi answered, and he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. “Step one: meet cute.”

Next: II. Christmas for You & Me

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massiekurrb · 1 year ago

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Omg I’m looking for a bts fanfic where y/n accidentally see an OC doing something wrong/illegal in the bathroom? And the guys don’t like y/n but because the OC likes her they keep her around to brainwash her? I don’t remember much about it but I just remembered it and now I have to read it lol.

#bts #ot7 fic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts ot7

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bonny-kookoo · 6 months ago

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Welcome to the Show: The Game [TEASER]

You've been quite unsure about him, not quite comfortable in taking the lead instead of letting them for once. However, by now, you should've learned your lesson not to judge and expect the unexpected.

Tags/Warnings: mentions and discussion of sex work, angst, smut, Jimin x Reader focus, toys, he's got quite the collection, semi-public action, teasing, edging, he's literally torturing her and thinks it's funny, feelings, fluff, romance??

Length: not yet set

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A/N: I think I'm ready to finally fucking finish this. Please give this chapter love even though I know most of you are only waiting on the maknae chapter. Thank you.

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“Jimin-“ you hiss, very much sure that if someone was to walk into the elevator right now, at any moment, they’d be able to hear it. You know they could, fuck, to your ears it’s louder than a construction site-

But jimin just laughs, completely amused by you as his hands rest on your shoulders, a kiss placed against your neck where your pulse races. “Oh but..” he hums against your skin. “…it’s only us here. Do you really think the rest of the guys don’t know what we’re up to?” He says, and at that, you freeze a bit.

Of course. Do they compare their experiences? Talk about your flaws? What you're lacking in? What you did better with someone else?

“They’re all bragging, it made me kind of jealous.” He instead says, as his hands move to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to himself. “made me impatient to have my turn.”

“Turn?” You ask, thoughts still fuzzy with the buzzing distraction between your legs.

“turn.” He repeats, underlines his word as true. “we’ve got a system in place by now, doll.” He chuckles, and at that, you once again think.

They’ve done this before. Had someone like you before. This isn’t anything new to them- and you will also be replaced if they feel bored of the same thing over and over. This is a job after all, not just some magical fairytale- you’re getting paid to do this, and they basically own you.

But it’s his next words that make you feel.. odd.

“…I feel like I could too.”

“But I have to admit, I can’t blame any of them for falling for you..” he says, a strange warmth in his tone, as if he’s talking about a distant memory he longs to relive again.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jimin imagine #jimin angst #jimin smut #ot7 x reader #ot7 fic #ot7 imagine #bts ot7 #bts smut

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2024.001.020: From Embers to Flames

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Hoseok is restless.

He had tossed and turned so much in his bed that the sheet was all crumpled up and his blanket had somehow ended up on the floor in a pile. He’s staring at a spot on the ceiling, one arm resting across his forehead. He can’t sleep. Everytime he closed his eyes, it felt like he was sinking into the mattress straight down into a void he might never be able to climb back out of. So he kept his eyes open, blinking emptily.

That’s when the door is gently pushed open and Hoseok barely turns to look, confident that it’s Karma - the cat has more free reign of the house than any of them. Only when he felt the bed dipped from the weight did he finally raise his head (and eyebrows). The curtain is opened and the moonlight shines in through the window so it didn’t take long for him to see it’s you.

“Can’t sleep?” you ask in a voice barely a whisper.

Hoseok sits up, criss-crossing his legs under him. “I’d say the feeling is mutual since you’re here.” He smiles, patting the empty spot next to him. You crawl your way over to mirror the way he sits, knee to knee, staring straight ahead out the window. He watches silently the way your chest softly moves up and down and how your eyelashes barely graze the top of your cheeks each time you blink. It has always been something you’ve been insecure about, those short lashes, but Hoseok won’t trade them for anything else. It’s funny to Hoseok how you might change bodies and even gender for each cycle but all these little things would somehow remain similar.

The both of you sit there in silence, Hoseok patiently waiting for you to speak first. The sinking feeling he had earlier is gone and he wonders if it’s because you’re here. Of course it is. He’s just happy to finally be at ease. He leans back against the headboard, watching your side profile.

But what came out of your mouth next felt like a punch to the gut: “I feel like we’ve met before. In another life.”

Hoseok sucks in a breath.

~~~

I turn around to look at him, squinting in the semi darkness to read his face. I didn’t have to look too hard; the answer on his face was clear as day.

He remains silent, looking pale even in the moonlight. I purse my lips and turn away, remembering the promise I made: no questions until Sunday. I nodded to myself before turning back to him. “Forget I said that,” I say, automatically reaching out to touch his knee. “It’s fine, Hoseok.”

I watch his eyes flit over to the knee I’m touching and I quickly remove my hand but Hoseok is faster, covering my hand with his own, warm palm resting fully over my fingers and knuckles, gripping ever so slightly. He scoots closer, eyes downcast, trained on his hand enveloping mine, forehead furrowed. When he looks back up again, there’s a softness in his gaze as he exhales slowly and rests his head back against the headboard.

“Stay here tonight?”

I stare at his hand covering mine, contemplating for a moment whether the answer on the tip of my tongue is the right one. Sighing, I look back up to him. “Not tonight, maybe.” I pull away and climb off the bed. “Goodnight, Hoseok.”

I avoid looking at him in fear that the disappointed look on his face might make me change my mind, hurrying out of the room without another backward glance. It’s only until I cross the threshold of my own bedroom when I realised not looking back had been the wrong thing to do because the hand that wrapped around my upper arm came as such a surprise I let out a yelp loud enough for Karma to jump on all fours from his perch on the new cat tree.

“Hoseok!” I gasp, my heart hammering. “You scared me.”

To his credit, he does look guilty but the smile that spreads on his lips tells me that he found my reaction funny. I swat at his chest, pushing him away. “It’s not funny,” I grumble.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “I thought you knew I was right behind you.”

I glare at him, pouting. “What do you want?”

“Nothing,” Hoseok replies, slightly offended. “I just-”

He pauses and I arch an eyebrow, waiting.

He licks his lips before trying again, pupils shaking with nervousness as he stares right back at me. “I just…want you close. Tonight.”

~~~

Hoseok can hear the air that you suck in, can somehow even hear the way your heart doubled its pace as the both of you stand there in the middle of the room, staring at each other in a sort of stalemate of who breaks the silence first.

To be honest, now that he’s said it, he thinks he might throw up if you reject him for the second time that night. His heart is literally in his throat right now and he thinks if he shifts his weight wrong, the whole world might just come crashing down. The ball is in your court now so it’s only right to wait until you make the first move, come what may. Like a child who just wants to cover his ears and squeeze his eyes shut, Hoseok grits his teeth at the strong urge to run out of here.

Words of “No, I told you not tonight” and “seriously, Hoseok?” run through his mind and he half wishes he hadn’t said anything or even chased you back to your room. What an idiot. A desperate idiot. A desperate idiot that couldn’t even take the first subtle no as a complete answer. What did he think would happen? He should just go back to his room now before he makes things worse. Just apologise and leave, Hoseok, he thinks. Just-

Soft lips on his immediately banish the self-deprecating thoughts from his mind. His eyes go wide for a second as his brain catches up with what’s happening before he finally melts into you, catching your lips in between his. His arms silently wind around your waist, pulling you closer ever so slightly, pressing your body up against his so he can feel every soft edge and delicious curves, so he can memorise this body just as he had memorised the other ones, the other you’s - all different yet had felt just as familiar.

His. Theirs. Whatever you want to call it, this is it. This is what it feels like to be away for a long time and finally coming home. This is the same feeling of being lost in a crowd, frantic, until you see a familiar face once more. It’s the same as when you’ve spent an entire day out doing either fun activities or running errands and being able to finally sink into the comfort of your mattress at the end of the day. It's a relief, it’s content. It’s every little comfort in life that he has come to associate with you.

You, who had been so close yet so far away. You, who had been sitting right in front of his eyes these past few months yet going to bed missing you. He had been patient, he had followed the rules. Surely he deserves this, no? A little piece of the heaven he’s been promised if he plays the game right.

When Hoseok feels his feet moving, it’s not him that’s taking the lead. You guide him, mouths still connected, tongue still tangled, towards the bed in clumsy footsteps and he finds himself toppling onto his back. Neither of you break the kiss, not even as you straddle him, leaning chest to chest as you card your fingers through his hair, feeling his fingers dig into your side, probably leaving half-moon shapes on your skin. Neither of you seems to think that breathing is important right now, not when you both can drink in each other, taking it lungful of gulps of whatever that’s flowing through your connected mouths.

In the distant far back of Hoseok’s mind, he thinks there’s a hint of unfairness to this. How would he even explain this to the others? They wouldn’t be jealous per se, but more annoyed that he had, once again, been the first to get a full taste of you. All of them understood it well enough that there’s a ritual to the cycle, a pattern of sorts that forces itself even when they do their damndest to change things. Would that be enough of an excuse once the others find out (because they will find out)?

You pull away from the kiss, forehead remaining flushed against his. “Where are you off to?” You sound curious albeit a little sad and he cranes his neck to smush his lips back on yours, speaking in between kisses, “Sorry. I hope everyone’s really asleep, is all.”

You giggle, sitting back just slightly out of his reach. “We can always stop,” you tease, biting your already swollen lower lip.

“Fuck no,” Hoseok growls as he snakes his fingers on the back of your head and pulls you back in. This time, he’s wise enough to flip you both over, the control finally in his hands. A light bulb goes off in his head as an idea strikes him and with one rough swipe, he pulls your shirt up and over your chest. Shoving the bunched hem in between your teeth, he says, “Now try and stay quiet for me, baby.”

***

Jin picks out a card from Yoongi’s fanned out deck in his hands, smirks, then places a pair of aces into the middle pile.

He turns to Jungkook for his turn to draw. “Do you reckon they know we can hear them?” Jungkook asks nonchalantly as he turns towards Jimin, unable to find a matching pair.

The game of Old Maid had been going on for as long as the muffled ruckus started up in your room, right across from where they are, a method to keep them occupied as well as from bursting in there to catch Hoseok red-handed. But Jin thought that would’ve been too crass and since no one would be able to sleep anyway, they decided on a game of cards.

Jin snorts. “Doubt it.”

Yoongi just shrugs as he pulls out a card from Jimin’s hand. He pauses for a moment, tilting his head. “Is the cat inside?”

They all stop in their tracks, exchanging glances at each other in the silence (somewhat silence - they can hear the creaking of your bed) as they think about the possibility. Jimin shakes his head pitifully. “Poor, poor kitty.”

The game resumes.

Down the hall, as opposed to Taehyung lightly snoring, oblivious to what’s happening close by, Namjoon stands by the opened window, half his body hanging outside, hands pressed against the ledges. He thought that by doing this, he can somewhat distract himself with the nighttime nature but he can hear the quiet moans of your voice and wonders if you had your windows cracked open, too.

Aaagghh!

He wants to scream so bad but the sliver of self control he has has him scrunching up his face like he had tasted something sour, gripping to the window ledge so tight the wood creaks threateningly. Namjoon has no idea of the card game going on in Jin’s room. All he thinks is he wishes he was fast asleep instead, like the others because they seemed unbothered. He had expected for one or even two of them to burst into his room, wide-eyed and in between panic and excitement at the knowledge of you and Hoseok making love so painfully obvious.

Namjoon won’t deny the slight twinge of jealousy in his chest but feeling jealous of each other is as pointless as urging a flower to grow faster just because another one has already bloomed - everything is in due time; he just has to be patient. He does wonder if Hoseok’s true nature peeks out with you now, that dominance lurking under that bright, head-thrown-back laughter heard everyday around the house. What would you think of it? Or is Hoseok holding himself back, keeping things soft and vanilla for this first time with you? First time in this lifetime, of course.

As he sighs in defeat, retreating back into his room and closing the window tightly but almost begrudgingly, another thought comes to mind: How does he face you in the morning? Namjoon pauses on his way to the bathroom, blinking as he thinks, mouth downturned. What if he can’t hide the fact that he heard you? Fuck!

He stomps his way to the bathroom to splash cold water into his face, determined to forget everything and go to sleep. But sleep isn’t a good friend tonight as he lays there in bed, an obvious tent in his pyjama bottoms now, chewing on the insides of his cheeks. The harder he tries to push filthy thoughts out of his head, the more his mind wanders down to times when he had had you by his side almost every night, squished up against him, someone else’s arms around your middle, a human sandwich of sorts.

The first time Namjoon had laid with you, he had mistakenly thought you as shy, needing him to take the lead, nudging you in the right direction. He’d tease you with little orders like, “Take of your top for me, my love” and “That’s my girl” or “You’re as radiant as the stars in the sky, my darling, so let me see you more”, words that you blushed at, hiding your happy smiles behind your hair as you kept your head down low, doing everything he told you like a good puppy.

But Namjoon had been too naive. The moment you flipped him over, one palm pushing against his chest for balance as you pushed up on the balls of your feet moving perfectly over his shaft, mounting him like a cat in heat, head thrown back, mouth agape, breathing in shallow breaths as he watched your breasts bounce almost mesmerised. Namjoon had been speechless, his usually intelligent mind rendered blank and dumb. Ah, he had thought to himself, I must have died and reached heaven.

The more Namjoon entertained those memories swirling in his head, the more uncomfortable his lower half gets. He goes back into bed, pulling the covers over himself as his left hand sneaks into his pants. He closes his eyes, conjuring the memories of you in bed forward, almost smelling your skin on his clean sheet. His morals can go to hell for tonight.

~~~

Hoseok’s breathing is even, soft slow breaths that keep my eyes on the way his chest moves up and down.

But he’s not sleeping, I can tell. He slowly turns his head over to me, eyelids fluttering open to look at me. Rustling alerts me to his hand moving over to touch mine under the blanket, intertwining our fingers together in between us, bringing them up to his mouth. He places a kiss on each one of my knuckles before resting our connected hands on his bare chest.

“Hi,” I whisper lamely.

“Hi,” he whispers back with an amused smile.

I turn slightly sideways, lips connecting with his shoulder, mouthing at it a little, making him smile wider. The sun is only just rising, the soft glow of the slowly waking world outside holds off behind a curtain closed shut. Soon, the birds will start their activity, Mrs Oliviera will be thumping around on the first floor to start the day and it will be time to wake up and break this sacred, quiet moment between Hoseok and I.

“I should go back to-”

“Stay.”

Hoseok regards me for a moment. “But the others will be awake soon.”

“And?”

“They’ll ask questions,” he answers, turning onto his side and leaning on one elbow, looking down on me.

I hum, feeling his finger caressing my side. “You don’t have to answer.”

“They’ll know,” he says.

“Then they don’t have to ask.”

Hoseok chuckles softly. He leans down and connects our lips, fingers digging into my flesh. He deepens the kiss, pushing me over on my back as he looms over me, his weight creaking the bed. He moves to my cheek, nosing down to my neck, lightly brushing his lips on the sensitive skin there. He starts to move downward, pecking kisses down to my chest. I can feel his tongue poking out, feel it-

“Mreooowww!”

We both jump apart, him more than me that he almost falls off the edge of the bed.

“Karma!” I exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the cat that had just jumped onto the bed. He gives me a disapproving look as he curls up in what was just minutes ago Hoseok’s spot, laying his head on the pillow as if reclaiming it.

I turn back to Hoseok and give him an apologetic shrug. He laughs lightly, slipping off the bed and kneeling by the side of it. “I think that’s my cue, love,” he says. He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Sleep some more.”

I watch him get dressed and leave the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him. I lay back on my pillow, staring at the ceiling. I turn to Karma, purring contentedly. He opens his eyes in slits to look at me before closing them again, almost smugly.

“You’re such a brat, you know that?”

He ignores me, as expected.

I roll my eyes and turn the other way.

***

“Karma!”

The quiet yelling doesn’t bother the cat as I watch him bound up the stairs towards the third floor. I let out a groan and climb over the makeshift barrier, tiptoeing up the stairs as quickly as I can to go after him before the housekeeper sends us both to think about our actions in a corner. The stupid cat is fast and I try to be as quiet as possible, trailing after him.

“Get back here,” I hiss, bending low with my arms outstretched as I approach him close enough for the tip of his twin tails to brush my fingers. He had stopped to sniff at a closed door but then changed his mind, darting away and escaping me. He hurries down the hallway and I slow my pace, eyes trailing upwards to that same old door in the ceiling. I don’t come up here often and for some reason, the sight of it triggers a nostalgic feeling of sorts.

I stop right underneath it, neck starting to ache a little from how long I’ve been staring at the Anam Cara etched on the wooden surface. That specific celtic knot represents eternal love but what most people tend to ignore is the fact that Anam Cara literally translates to ‘soul friend’. I wonder why my grandaunt was so fascinated by Gaelic culture. Do we have some Irish bloodline in us? Or Vikings, maybe?

The sound of scratching pulls my attention down towards Karma again who is now long and extended halfway across one wall, paws stretched to reveal the razor claws beneath sunk into the wallpaper.

“Nononononono,” I mutter, leaping forward to remove him from making more damage but Karma is a cat. He lithely jumps out of the way but it’s too late for me to pull the brakes, ramming my shoulder straight into the wall he was leaning against, but instead of bouncing off of it, I sink into it.

~~~

The thud isn’t what made Jin finally curious enough to go up the third floor; it’s the strange cat that casually slinks between his legs heading downstairs, but not before giving him a look that confirms it wasn’t him making the noise.

Jin isn’t the bravest man out there. The only good thing about having a pet, he thinks, is that he can blame it for any weird creaky, spooky noise he can’t explain that happens throughout this old house. But it’s the afternoon and the house doesn't look so haunted with the sun shining through every window so he decided to be adventurous. His plan was to peek around the corner and then run like hell downstairs again.

He cranes his neck as far out as he can, one foot on the edge of the stairs, ready to bolt. His eyes scan the hallway hurriedly and when he doesn’t see anything, his heart starts thudding faster. Jin hears a pop in his neck from whipping his head around too fast but then he hears your voice.

“Ow…”

He pauses, heart finally calming down. “Y/n?”

No reply. Did he imagine it? He takes a tentative step forward and then another, eyes rapidly scanning the area. But it’s a long hallway that stops at a window. Are you in one of the rooms? Did you fall? Did something fall onto you? Oh god, no.

Jin bursts through each door one by one without bothering to close the one before, his senses heightened to the point there’s a ringing in his ears. Each door he goes through he’s met with ceiling-high stacked old items he doesn’t focus on for too long, items he had long put behind him; some made him think more about you which sends him into more of a panic. By the fourth door, Jin is half-convinced he imagined your voice and had half a mind to just go back downstairs to find you.

He exits the door and for some reason, he looks up towards the trapdoor that he had been living above off just a few months ago. He’s too far to see it but his eyes zone in on the Anam Cara. He remembers the night that he had taken a knife to the wood, giggling with you as he carved the shape, carefully not to nick himself with the blade as his vision sort of blurred together from how much wine he had drunk.

“Yoongi is going to be so- hic- mad,” you had slurred. “He was going to- hic- use this panel for a cupboard- hic.”

“I’m making it prettier,” he replied with a grin. “He’ll love it.”

No, he didn’t. Yoongi had been annoyed but not angry enough to do anything more than just roll his eyes when he had caught the two of you in his workshed. He did, however, throw the tangerine he was holding at Jin’s head before confiscating the knife from Jin and shepherding you both to bed, mumbling about soulmate symbols and how the Anam Cara wasn’t actually one (Jin had justified that it was his expression of eternal love for you which earned him that free lecture from Yoongi). And that’s the origin story of the trapdoor in the ceiling.

“Help!”

Jin snaps out of his reverie. He follows the muffled sound of the voice and finds himself face to face with the revolving secret wall. If he hadn’t been ten feet away from it, he definitely would not have heard it. A sense of deja vu washes over him, only this time he’s not a floating ghost.

~~~

“Help!”

I called out a second time but judging from how compact my voice sounds in this space, I knew no one would be able to hear me. My chest starts to wind up tight, my throat constricting as panic rises up to a crescendo. I can feel pressure in my ears but my mouth is clamped shut, unable to make any more noise. It’s so, so dark.

I’ve been here before, I remember. A while back when I had first found this place. How could I have forgotten that? That’s the funny thing about your brain; it tends to push down all the bad stuff so you can function somewhat properly. A monster in the dark. There’s a monster in the dark. A ghost. With eyes so familiar it hurts.

These thoughts go around and around in my head, bouncing off the walls of my mind as I try my hardest to not start hyperventilating. My breaths are coming out in short bursts and my hands are fisted, pressed together against my stomach. When your whole existence is crushing inward against you, your senses become sharper than usual, albeit narrowed to your own self. That’s how I’m hyper aware of how cold my own fingers are and how loud the thud, thud, thud is of my heart against my ribcage.

~~~

Jin picks random spots on the wall to pound against with the side of his fists, alternating between the right and left side as he’s confident the axis is somewhere in the centre. Thud, thud, thud! And yet the wall resists.

You no longer make any sound from within and although Jin knows that you could have made your way downstairs, his panic button is still turned on. He remembers your panic-stricken face the first time you stumbled across the hidden space, the way you had gone completely out of his reach even when he had been screaming in your face to try to snap you out of it. That triggered the other memory, of him dragging your limp body out of the water. Jin shivers, both to shake the bad memory away as well as in anger because. The wall. Just. Won’t-

The wall finally swings open and Jin’s eyes are quick to lock in on you the same time yours find him. He doesn’t waste another moment.

~~~

Jin. Jin’s eyes.

A ghost with eyes so familiar it hurts.

Jin. Seokjin. My Seokjin.

He’s crushing me so hard the wind is knocked out of me. Ironically, I can breathe again, taking in huge gulps of air like a diver resurfacing.

Murky waters.

Jin is talking to me but I can’t quite hear him. He’s holding my face in between both hands, forcing me to look up at him, into those eyes. Those eyes that look so worried, like I had died. My chest feels tight and my throat is suddenly ticklish, like I got something stuck there. I cough and it stings, like when you accidentally swallowed water into the wrong pipe.

Murky water. Mud.

~~~

“Are you okay?!”

You’re looking at Jin but not really seeing him, he can tell. Your eyes look far away, almost lifeless and it scares him so much his hands are shaking as he holds your face. He wants to call out to the others but something keeps him focused on you, unable to pull away even for a second lest he might lose you. It doesn’t make sense but the fear in his heart is real.

“Talk to me, please.”

You take a deep breath but Jin’s not convinced that you’re fully there yet. You start coughing and his panic goes back up to ten. Did you choke on something? He tries to keep your body straight so he can look, make sure you’re okay but you’re doubling over, grasping at your chest, coughing like you’re suffocating.

“-water.”

Jin bends down. “Okay, let’s get you some water. We need to get out-”

“You pulled me out of the water.”

The coughing stops as abruptly as it started. You look up at him, chest still heaving. Jin is at a loss for words, staring at you as he tries to make sense of the sentence. I did, he thinks, once upon a time ago.

Flashbacks to that dreadful day play like an old film reel in Jin’s mind, each scene starker than the next. Standing there in the secret space built so many years ago, he’s convinced that water is dripping down his forehead; water from that pond miles behind the property. He can even smell it on him. He doesn’t notice it yet but his heart is in his throat, ready to be vomited out once he opens his mouth to respond to you. “Jin,” you say, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close, “did I die?”

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pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T 16+ genre: mafia au, angst current total wc: 103.3k

summary:A part of him died that night. A larger part died when they couldn’t find you, and over the years whatever was left of him grew cold and hard. It was that ice inside him that got their gang to the top, that gave them power, and money, and all the things a normal mafioso would be more than satisfied with. But none of it meant anything to Namjoon. All Namjoon wanted was you back in his arms. That was the underlying motive in everything he did. For the past ten years, Namjoon built himself an empire, just so he could find the reason his heart beat.

tw: mafia!au, angst, kidnapping, heavy mentions of rape/non-con and underage rape/non-con (absolutely nothing explicit), potential/referenced self-harm, trauma/PTSD, sexual and emotional manipulation, gaslighting, lots of swearing, jimin is a little shit, jungkook has a pain kink, namjoon is so sad, alcohol consumption, implied sexual content but nothing explicit (edging, overstimulation, specifically trying to get laid, sleeping with people just to kill them, someone gets kneed in the dick, sex jokes, jimin is the resident hoe but you didn’t hear that from me), violence (fist fights, gun fights, knives, blood, various injuries), unrequited love, unhealthy coping mechanisms, interventions, hurt/comfort, idiots in love ~ this will be updated as the series goes on!

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yadaisha · 1 year ago

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Finally complete!

BLACK GIGOLO

Seokjin contemplates his life choices and finally settles on a new path.

OT7 | E | 143k | 14/14 | Grey morality, Criminals!JinMinKook, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

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justasparkwritings · 2 years ago

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Merry & Bright: V. A Song for Christmas

Previous: IV. Christmas for You and Me

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; Jung Hoseok x Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol AU, SLOW BURN

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Swearing! Blow Jobs! SEX! MxM SEX!

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Yoongi and Jimin spend some alone time together.

Notes: Merry & Bright this year is taking the form of one cohesive story involving all of Bangtan! Hope you enjoy this change!

“Jiminie!” Yoongi called from the living room. He sat deep in the couch, a blanket draped over his chicken legs.

“What?” Jimin called from the kitchen, where he was finishing his last taste test for his maple brown sugar shortbread cookies, a new bake he planned to add to the shop this week.

“Namjoon texted.”

“And?” Jimin said, bringing a plate and a glass of oat milk to his husband.

“And they spent the entire morning together picking out Christmas trees at some lot they used to go to,” Yoongi said.

“Seokjin spent time with Namjoon?” Jimin asked with raised brows.

“I know. What got into him?”

“Maybe he realized how charming and handsome Namjoon is,” Jimin said.

“Please don’t talk about other men the way you talk about me.”

“I don’t talk about you that way,” Jimin countered.

“Oh, you don’t? What do you say?” Yoongi asked. He leaned forward, taking a cookie from the plate in front of him. He inhaled the scent of maple, warming his veins and wetting his tongue in anticipation.

“I say that you’re sexy, and intelligent, and the greatest love of my life.” Jimin told him.

Yoongi snorted. “The greatest love of your life? Have there been others?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pick it apart because you can,” Jimin teased.

“Kiss me,” Yoongi asked, his smile from the deliciousness of the cookie fading with a resounding serious stare. “Like you mean it.”

Jimin snorted. “I always mean it.”

He closed the gap, pulling Yoongi across the couch to him.

“Is this close enough?” Jimin smirked, a badgering tone in his voice.

“Not nearly,” and Yoongi placed his lips on Jimin’s. he kissed him soundly, lips moving together to separate, tongues mixing together. Yoongi let out a low moan as Jimin’s lips moved from his to the expanse of his pale neck. Jimin suckled and nipped, careful not to leave a mark but kissing hard enough that Yoongi felt it in his toes. He moaned softly, the feel of Jimin’s teeth on the column of his throat sending his mind into very naughty places.

“Jimin,” he moaned, tilting his head to the side to grant his husband just a little more access.

“Yes?” Jimin asked, head bowing to nip at the exposed collarbone.

“More,” Yoongi said, and Jimin’s lips found their way to the hollow of his ear.

“More?” He whispered, tongue darting out to swirl around Yoongi’s earlobe.

“More.”

“You want me to make love to you?” Jimin asked, his voice husky with want.

“I want you to fuck me,” Yoongi countered, and Jimin mewled in his ear.

Taking his hands, Jimin pulled Yoongi off the couch and towards the bedroom. He could feel his want and desire beginning to pool with how swiftly Yoongi followed after him, hand tightly squeezing Jimin’s in return.

“Naked, now,” Jimin said as he stood at the foot of the bed, watching Yoongi as he tucked loose strands of his long black locks behind his ears. “Now!”

“Impatient much,” Yoongi commented as he pulled his long sleeve shirt over his head and tossed it onto the pile of clothing in the chair. You know the chair, that everyone has, which is always piled high with garments discarded, both clean and dirty. Everyone has a chair or a bench or a pile. Taking his sweats off, Jimin was surprised to see how hard Yoongi already was, his cock springing free from the confines of his boxer briefs.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” Jimin said as he took the steps towards his husband. His hand cupped his husband’s cheek as he pulled him into a heated kiss, teeth pulling at bottom lips, grunts and moans leaving both their lips as they made out. Jimin moved them around, the back of Yoongi’s knees hitting the bed. He let Jimin guide him backward and watched in amazement as Jimin stood to take his own shirt off.

�� “Fuck you, Jimin.”

“What?”

“Did you develop another ab in the last three days?”

“Has it been 3 days?” Jimin asked.

“Since we had sex?”

“Yeah,”

“Something like that,” Yoongi said.

“Seems longer,” Jimin shrugged.

“That’s how much you want me?”

“So fucking much,” Yoongi answered. “I want you so much.”

Jimin nodded before straddling Yoongi’s chest and lowering his mouth onto his husband’s hardened, dripping cock. Yoongi groaned at the sensation, the warmth of Jimin’s mouth mixed with the wet of his saliva, dripping as he sucked all of Yoongi into it. God Jimin knew how to toy with him, how to suck him off and how to push him towards the edge without shoving him off. Jimin’s tongue drew languid circles around the tip as his hands pumped Yoongi up and down. He loosened his jaw to accommodate the girth of Yoongi, sucking his cheeks in as Yoongi’s dick slid down his throat. He inhaled deeply through his nose and bobbed up and down, taking Yoongi in deeper and deeper, swallowing when the saliva became too much.

Yoongi, with prime access to Jimin’s ass, wanted desperately to eat it, use his tongue to toy and pull at his husband as he pleasured him, but of course Jimin had picked the angle and Yoongi was too far gone in pleasure to act on his desires. His eyes screwed shut, all he could imagine was how angelic and sexy and domineering Jimin looked with his dick so deep he was choking on it. Jimin pulled up for air, his lungs and eyes burning before he turned himself around, eyes searching for Yoongi’s.

“Open them please,” Jimin requested. Yoongi followed suit, and opened them for his husband.

“Watch,” Jimin said, thighs straddling Yoongi’s hips as he lowered himself onto Yoongi’s cock. “Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck,” Yoongi mirrored, body contorting at the sensation of Jimin’s warmth around him.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Jimin commented.

“You don’t want to be on top?” Yoongi asked.

“I am, aren’t I?” Jimin had enough in him to wink, before quickly picking a pace on top of Yoongi. God, he felt good, puzzle pieces fitting together good, the bite of a perfect chocolate chip cookie good, the feeling of falling in love, good. The first time they slept together…. It had been fumbling and awkward and passionate, but awkwardness and passion don’t usually go together, and they struggled to find a rhythm. But once Jimin had made his first thrust, once Yoongi had opened his eyes to stare at the beautiful man fucking him, it had all made so much more sense. Jimin was light and heat and passion and humor and all the good qualities Yoongi could only imagine angels were given. He made everything better, whether it was a cloudy day or a walk to a coffee shop or a night in watching a movie…Everything was better with Jimin in it. Yoongi soared with his husband in his life, and damnit if he didn’t want to do anything ot make that man smile.

“Yoongi,” jimin moaned, hands pressing into Yoongi’s bare chest as he hit the angle just right, his prostate engaging.

“Jimin, fuck you’re gonna make me come,”

“You’re gonna make me – I can’t hold on,” Jimin moaned, eyes trying to stare at Yoongi but failing as the pleasure cascaded through him.

“Come with me, please,” Yoongi moaned, and he picked up his own pace, thrusting intentionally into Jimin, his free hand stroking Jimin’s pulsing cock. “Come on my chest. Please.”

“Oh fuck,” Jimin squeezed Yoongi tightly between his walls, holding fast to the thick cock he was happily riding. “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, oh fuck. Say my name,” Yoongi requested.

“Yoongi, Yoongi! Oh fuck, Yoongi!” Jimin moaned as his orgasm hit, a wave crashing through him, cum coating his husbands chest as he rode him to his own high.

“Fuck Jimin, Jimin!” Yoongi’s eyes screwed closed as his hips sputtered into Jimin.

Jimin crawled off of Yoongi, panting and sweaty.

“Three days and we have sex like that?” Yoongi asked as he wiped his brow.

“Three days, and I bottom for you,” Jimin laughed.

“Can’t wait for three days from now when you fuck me,” Yoongi said.

“I love you, you know that right?” Jimin propped himself up on his elbow before he realized he’d left streams of cum across his husband’s chest. “Let me clean you up.”

“Let’s shower together,” Yoongi proposed.

“I love that idea,” Jimin agreed.

“You think Seokjin and Namjoon will have this?” Yoongi asked as he stood up and checked out the cum dripping down his chest. He took a finger, dipped into it and brought it to his lips.

“Great sex?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, and a connection like we do… do you think it’s still there for them?”

“I hope for all the trouble and hoodwinking you’re going through, that it’s worth it.”

“It will be,” Yoongi assured him.

“What’s the next step?” Jimin asked, stepping into the bathroom and turning the water on.

Yoongi stepped into the warming water and extended a hand to his lover. “Oh step 2, technically step 3, is a potentially confusing and not at all clear, maybe first date.”

Next: VI. Christmas for You & Me

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