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ya9amicide · 7 months ago

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Redamancy [BTS]

chapter three

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a/n: OMFG I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! Life has been like one raging tornado and has not slowed down in forever. My Wattpad was also deleted so I lost writing motivation for a long time too...But, I'm going to attempt to update this story more since I was so excited for it and I know you are too! Thank you to everyone who has left comments, I read them all and I really appreciate it! <3

summary: Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too.

To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest.

But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

pairing(s): ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc

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I decided to wake up early the next morning so that I could make breakfast for everyone. When I got downstairs, I noticed that it was still raining outside. Although it wasn’t as bad as last night, it still wasn’t anything that someone should be outside in.

Making breakfast was a challenge. This is the most food I’ve ever had to make at once. Not to mention that I have to make it as quiet as possible so as not to wake the hybrids with sensitive hearing.

About halfway through making breakfast, I heard light footsteps coming down the hall from the stairs. Turning towards the doorway of the kitchen, I see Seokjin peeking in. “Good morning,” I say and smile at him.

“Good morning,” his voice is still soft and quiet like it was last night. He fidgets in the doorway, watching as I move around the kitchen.

“Do you want to help?” I ask him.

He looks up at me, startled. “...Can I?”

“Of course. Do you know how to make pancakes?” He nods his head yes. “Great, then you can help me decide what kind to make. You know everyone’s preference better than I do so you’ll be a big help in making sure everyone eats happily.”

By the time the food was ready, we had made a wide variety of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, and had several bowls of mixed fruits as well. Being hybrids, especially those like the wolf and tiger, they will have big appetites. In general, they all will as grown men so I don’t have any doubt that all of the food will be eaten in no time.

“Seokjin?” I ask and he looks up at me with a hum from where he was helping set the table. “I can finish this if you want to go get everyone up please?” He nods and scampers to get the rest of his pack.

A few minutes later, loud shuffling is heard as all seven of them make their way toward me in the dining room. “Good morni–oof!” In the middle of greeting them, I was interrupted by a bundle of hyper, furry, warmth in the form of Jungkook. He rushed to me as soon as he saw me and wrapped me in his arms in a tight hug.

The others look at him in panic. “Jungkook!” Several of them shouted in worry.

I just laugh, gently patting him on the back, causing him to practically melt in my arms. “Well, good morning to you too, bunny. Did you sleep well?”

He pulls away from me and nods erratically. “Uh-huh! The bed was so warm and cozy. I haven’t slept this well in forever. I almost didn’t want to get up when Jin came to wake us up.” He smiles brightly showing me his adorable bunny teeth and I can hear his foot thumping happily against the floor again.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” I think I’m starting to understand the fond looks I’ve caught the others throwing at Jungkook when they think he isn’t looking. “You could have stayed in bed a bit longer if you wanted. Although, I’m not sure breakfast would taste as good warmed up in the microwave as opposed to fresh off the stove.”

His bunny ears perk up on top of his head at the mention of food and he quickly shuffles to the table. Everyone watches him go in silence before we all follow him, moods lifted due to his enthusiasm.

I turn to the others who still seem to be waiting for me to make the first move, despite Jungkook’s gung-ho attitude. “Well go ahead,” I tell them, gesturing to the table. “You don’t have to wait for me, help yourselves.”

Like the previous night, they all shuffled around the table, clumsily finding their seats. They kept the same configuration as before; the predators surrounding the prey and effectively cutting me off. I don’t mind though if that’s what it takes to keep them comfortable here.

With the risk of irritating them, I spoke up. “So I figured we should set some ground rules, you know, besides the few from last night.” They all shuffled nervously, slowing their eating. Namjoon and Yoongi particularly seemed bothered by this sentence as their eyes narrowed slightly at me in response.

Sensing their worry I work quickly to console them. “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” I wave my hands frantically.

Jimin peers at me curiously through his bangs. “What are the rules?” His voice was timid but it didn’t shake as he used it.

“Well, you guys are welcome to stay as long as you need to,” I say, smoothing the napkin down in my lap. “You can pretty much do whatever you’d like. The estate is big so there’s a lot to explore. I just ask that you be careful. This was my family’s home so lots of stuff in here has sentimental meaning.”

“I also ask that you maybe help around the house every so often…” I trail off as they all turn nervous and upset. “I’m not asking you to pick up a bunch of chores or anything like that! Maybe just help me keep tidy by cleaning up any messes you make. And Seokjin, I could tell you liked helping me with breakfast this morning.” The ferret hybrid turns slightly rosy with the attention now on him. “I would love your help every so often,” I say softly, chuckling under my breath. “Lord knows I’m not the best cook.”

They start to relax slightly but some tension remains, keeping the muscles in their bodies taught and hair on end.

They finished the rest of their breakfast in a slightly uncomfortable silence, the only sound heard was gentle chewing and the gentle scrape of forks against plates.

When morning pleasantries were done, they all stayed in their awkward huddle like the night before, waiting for me to give them instructions or dismiss them.

Jungkook shuffled in place and I could tell he wanted to say something. “What is it, Jungkook?” I asked, urging him to say what was on his mind.

“Umm…do you have any video games?” He asks shyly, bunny ears twitching nervously atop his head. The others look between the two of us timidly, as if waiting for me to snap at him for asking the question.

I chuckle softly, eyes lighting up. I’ve been waiting for someone who was enough of a challenge when it comes to gaming. “Of course I do!” I exclaim, ushering him to the spacious living room where my console sits.

I’m learning very quickly that Jungkook is very animated in the way that his body seems to speak for him most of the time. His nose twitches in excitement as he bounds towards the large sofa, picking up a controller.

Jin slowly makes his way to the couch, taking up the space next to Jungkook. The other hybrids exchange a glance, trying to decide which predator will stay with their more docile counterparts. Taehyung squeezes his way between the two on the couch, making it clear to me that they are under his watch at the moment.

Not saying anything, I plop down in the recliner a few feet away and turn my attention to the remaining hybrids. “You’re more than welcome to stay and play with us. If not, there’s plenty else to do. There’s a small library, a home theater, an art studio, and of course your bedrooms and any other rooms you can find something to do as well.” As I list off things they can do, I notice some of their eyes light up about certain rooms.

Namjoon’s face seemed to brighten when I mentioned the library and Taehyung’s ears twitched slightly at the mention of the art room. Something to keep in mind later when he’s done staking claim over his pack mates.

With no further instructions needed, the rest of the hybrids dispersed, venturing to various places across the house while I settled in to play video games with the few that remained.

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ldysmfrst · 2 months ago

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American Mate (12) - Everyone Deserves a Second Chance TEASER

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

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 11 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 9,756

Work count for Story: 86,779

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

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

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have pack dynamics, comfort, possessiveness, angst, minor mentions of past trauma, and self-doubt.

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

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Can you do that?

Can you give them a chance?

Yoongi has more than once said that he would protect you, and now he seems also to want to protect you from his pack if they overstep. Is that something you should be worried about? Could you really ask him to stand against his pack for you? No, not really.

Then again, they are already protective of you– like all of them. They want others, non-pack mates, to know that you are theirs. If this morning was any example of them being protective or possessive, does it get more or less dramatic from here?

Are they just words they will use, or are they actions, too?

You are special to them. Jin told you this during your non-date date and made a change in the contract. The rest of the pack is drawn to you and finds ways to get close to you, seemingly without your knowledge. But oddly enough, you are not offended that they are doing such a thing.

The bigger question is, what will they show you off as?

As of right now, you are only you.

You will find your answers over the next few weeks – you have to.

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 11 months ago

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What if... you decided to run away? part three | OT7 BTS au

A very belated update starring my soulmate @shadowofahope and some angst. Warnings: mentions of murder, crime scenes, betrayal, injury, a mentally deranged villain, and bts hurting. 6.3K words

Two options presented themselves to Min Yoongi as he watched you happily having breakfast with the others. He could tell you and this whole dream would be shattered, or he could bury it, and they could all live happily ever after. He was deluding himself he knew it, it wasn’t a question of if you’d find out, it was a matter of when. He also knew, if he wasn’t the one to tell you, you’d never forgive him.

Still with knowing this, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he looks at you, his throat seized. All his instincts wanted to do was keep him from breaking the mirage of everything he wanted, and that’s what he would be doing. Call him a coward, like Namjoon was doing with his gaze eating into the side of Yoongi’s face, but to keep that smile on your face, he’d be anything to keep dreaming.

“Hyung, Princess is sleeping next to us tonight,” Jungkook stares down the Prince with the most serious glare he can muster before he sits down for his serving of pancakes. Jimin and Taehyung nodding furiously on either side of him, imploring with their eyes that you both agree.

The idea of you not being in his arms as he slept made an uncomfortable itch manifest under his skin, akin to anxiety but more volatile. He keeps himself from scratching, nodding quietly in agreement as he plays with his food. He can feel the surprise in the room, Jin and Hobi looking at each other in shock. Even you nearly choked on the orange juice, whipping your head round to inspect the silent prince.

He tried to keep his features neutral, knowing you could read him like a book. Your reassuring palm on his thigh lets him know you can see through him, that light squeeze trying to coax him to look at you, but he’s too afraid to. If he faces you he would have to face Namjoon too, and right now, he couldn’t deal with either of you.

“Yoongi?” Your voice is so understanding and soft, the disgust he had in himself he could feel rise like bile in his throat at the sound.

“I don’t like it Jagi,” he tries to smile, trying to meet your eyes. “But you’re right I have to share.”

He excuses himself, unable to stand lying to you about his current predicament, Namjoon’s eyes following him every step of the way. You’re about to follow after him but the taller individual beats you to it, telling you to stay.

The remaining men look between themselves, questioning each other silently before you verbalise their thoughts.

“Did someone say something to him?” You wince at the accusation in your own words.

“We’ve been saying something to him since we landed Princess,” Jimin deadpans, eyes narrowing at you as you defend the greedy prince.

“Look I know he’s been… unreasonable lately, but you know him,” you didn’t want to talk about Yoongi’s vulnerabilities, but the suggestion was clear in your tone. “He doesn’t mean to be-” you hesitate, trying to find the right word.

“An asshole?” Jin suggests, making Jungkook snicker at the language. “We know Princess, but I think he’s forgetting the fact we nearly lost you too.”

“Of course you’re going to defend your prince over your knights in shining armour,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, his fork hitting the plate harshly as he picks up a piece of pancake.

You press your lips together to hold back the laugh, Jin and Jimin mirroring your expression.

—

You knock on the door again, the fifth time, but still no response. It had been a week since you last saw her and now you were worried something was wrong. You frown, there were only so many places you could be on this island and when the weather was scorching like today, the only place was home. So why was your new friend not answering the door?

“Nym?” You call out again, but not a whisper greets you back.

You sigh, sweat starting to drip from your scalp to your face. You turn back to your place, telling yourself you’d try again later.

The heat of the sun cooked the top of your head, you curse yourself for not bringing out a hat or parasol or something. As beautiful as this piece of heaven was, you were not acclimated to it.

You try not to run back to the villa to escape the heat, ready for a cool drink as you reach the front step.

“Where have you been?” Yoongi almost yells in his panic when you walk through the door making you jump.

“Hey,” you frown, hand on your chest to slow your startled heart. “What’s wrong?”

He composes himself at that question, as if he wasn’t aware of his demeanour until you called it out, like he forgot himself for a moment.

“Nothing,” he mutters, walking away with his head hanging low in guilt.

What the heck was that?

“Yoongi?” You call after him, knowing he wanted to be alone but not wanting to leave him with the thoughts drowning him. You follow him into his room, staring in worry when he sits on the bed and hangs his head into his hands.

“Baby?” you ask, heart thumping uncontrollably as your mind races. “Yoongi what’s wrong?”

You’re scared to approach him, depending on his disposition he didn’t always welcome physical comfort when he felt vulnerable. Whatever cloud was thundering above him had his shoulders slumped, you couldn't see his eyes, couldn’t read his expression.

“Yoongi say something,” you beg, still standing by the door. “You’ve been acting weird all week, please say something.”

He sniffs, lifting his head, eyes full of water ready to spill. You stand in shock for a second, Yoongi wasn’t one to cry. You rush to him, holding him tight as he starts to sob, knowing he was unworthy of your comfort right now when he kept the worst secret from you.

“Jagi, tell me what's wrong please,” your own bottom lip wobbles, you hate seeing him upset, it kills you.

He shakes his head against you. You would never forgive him, he tries to get ahold of himself, pushing away from you as he wipes his face in his hands. The look of worry you give him breaks his heart. He takes your hand in his, trying to reassure you silently by stroking his thumb against your skin but he can’t meet your eyes.

He wants to thank you when you don’t push it, when you let it go for now, but the words are bitter and vile in his mouth and he doesn’t release them.

—

“Why are you guys making popcorn?” Namjoon asks when he enters the kitchen, Yoongi close behind him after another argument.

“We fixed the TV,” Jungkook says with a mouthful of snacks.

The prince becomes petrified with panic, he was the one to mess with the wiring so you wouldn’t have access to the outside world or the news. The fear that freezes him, suddenly jolts him out of shock, almost running to the living room where he finds you flicking through the channels. He doesn’t think before he snatches the remote out of your hand, turning the device off and gaining everyone’s questioning gaze.

“Yoongi?”

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Taehyung asks in disbelief, he just got comfortable for movie night.

He can’t say a word, his mind drawing blanks for an excuse.

“You’ve been acting weird all week,” Jin says.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Jimin looks at him as if he’s grown 2 extra heads.

“No tv,” he breathes, the panic not subsiding. Namjoon stands behind him, his cheeks sucked in as he watches the scene. He’s still angry from the fight with the prince, but he wasn't vindictive enough to throw him under the bus.

“Why?” Hoseok asks.

“He’s hiding something,” you finally speak after observing him, trying to take the remote back but he grips onto it like his life depends on it.

Jungkook had followed behind the two when they entered, moving towards the screen while you and Yoongi stared at each other. He uses the controls on the TV to turn it on, Yoongi’s face turning blank when he changes channel. It’s his worst luck that it revealed what he tried so desperately to hide.

You turn to the image of your father’s coffin being walked out of his castle, held up by 6 men as Baekhyun and Taeyeon walked behind it dressed in black. The words the newscaster was saying don’t even reach your ears, your face contorting from shock into pain.

“Jagi…”

You start hyperventilating, the others caught in stupor, unable to move. The king was dead, and they all had strong suspicions that Yoongi knew.

“Y/n let’s calm-“ Namjoon tries reaching for you but you snap away at his touch.

“Did you know?” He would take bullets right now than the look of fire on your face.

“Y/n-“

“Did. You. Know.”

But his face confesses for you where his words can’t. That’s all it takes for you to break down, falling to your knees with your arms around your head, whimpering not just at the loss of life, but the loss of trust.

“Jagi,” Yoongi tries again, his heart blaring fast in alarm.

“Don’t,” the strength in your voice is gone, but he knows not to say another word.

The tension turns thick, Jungkook mutes the news channel, but the footage of your father’s funeral still plays on the screen for them all to see. Minutes pass, no one daring to speak first. Jin glares at the prince, knowing what emotional turmoil he just put you through, how could he keep this from you? His gaze flickers to Namjoon with even more contempt.

“I have to go back,” you say more to yourself than them, coming to stand on wobbly legs, but your words cut through the silence for them all to hear.

“No,” the prince almost growls at the suggestion, but you look ready to tear him right back, looking like a wounded animal on edge, ready to do whatever to survive.

“You,” that one syllable held more venom than he had ever heard from you, finger pointed like a knife in accusation, “don’t get to decide for me, you don’t get to control me, y-you-“

You can’t help it, your words falter as you break down again, the corners of your sneer weighted down by grief, the bottom lip trembling as the fire in your eyes is drowned out by tears.

“You of all people know what it’s like to be controlled your whole life, and you tried to do that to me.”

Your words hit him, they do, like a truck to the chest, ploughing him down, but he can’t regret his actions, only your sorrow.

“If you go back,” he takes a step towards you. “We,” he points to himself and the rest of inhabitants in the room, “go back.”

He waits for the realisation to pass your eyes, and he knows it’s there as they soften on him for a moment.

“If we go back Jagi,” his voice cracks, hating himself for causing you this pain, but wanting you to listen to him. “We are dead men.”

“I can ex-“

“They won’t wait for an explanation Y/n!” He yells frustrated. “They’ll sentence us to death before we’re questioned, you know how it works! How it really works.”

Your lips quiver as you try to look strong, but everything inside of you is crushed. The hurt clawed its way through your body, reducing you to nothing.

“I should have married him,” you say quietly to yourself but the sincerity in your tone breaks their hearts. You regretted choosing them, choosing your freedom.

“And lived unhappily ever after?” Yoongi scoffs with disgust at the image of you and Wang at the altar.

“And this is better? Letting my country and my people fall into the hands of a psychopath? Be betrayed by men who I thought loved me enough not to lie to me?” you reply, staring despondently at nothing. “I was born with my duty and I have failed it.”

His red rimmed eyes can’t look at you.

“For what?” Your hoarse voice presses, hurting you all. “For something as trivial and fickle as love, the monarchy comes first and I have forgotten my place.”

“Please,” he begs, head hung low as every word you uttered, although right, killed him.

“My father was right.” It was like a final bullet, the harshest slap or ice bucket thrown over him.

You turn to Namjoon.

“If you didn’t love me, would you have let me escape?”

Both your minds go to the night he caught you, the night their feelings were revealed. He thinks it through, understanding his own duty. You stare in silence, his mind calculating, overthinking. There just wasn’t a world that existed in his mind where he didn’t love you, so how could he answer?

“I don’t know,” he confesses sincerely.

“I wish you didn’t,” you breathe. “My father might still be alive.”

“That’s not your fault,” Taehyung says but you shake your head.

What if he died because of you? Because you ran away? The guilt eats away at you, and you know if Yoongi and Namjoon were honest from the beginning you could have accepted it, could have leaned on them for emotional support but now you felt a rift between yourselves that ran too deep to fix. Yet despite that distance that now existed between you, you had no one else to turn to.

“I don’t know what to do,” you sob, looking to them all for guidance. It was ironic that you were now technically queen, and you had no clue, no power, nothing.

They stay silent, solemn as they look to the ground and avoid your gaze.

“Princess there’s nothing we can do,” Jin says softly, not wanting to upset you but unable to feed any fantasy you had of fixing this.

“I can’t leave my people to Taeyeon,”

Yoongi stands in front of you, his eyes piercing into yours, with an anger you couldn’t place.

“They’re not your people anymore,” he says harshly, “you abdicated, this isn’t your problem.”

“Hyung,” Jimin warns him gently, he was pushing it.

You search his eyes, wondering why he was trying to hurt you further, until you realise there was fear he was trying to hide with his wrath.

“You knew when you left, eventually Baekhyun and that psycho bitch would be next in line,” Yoongi continues, ignoring Jimin. “You don’t want that life Y/n.”

A knock on the door snaps everyone’s attention to the sound, the tension not broken but they’re grateful for the pause.

Your new friend enters cautiously, eyes wandering around the room at everyone’s sullen expressions and the endless stream of tears pouring down your face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

“Nym, is everything okay?” Namjoon asks politely, not appreciating the disruption but knowing there wouldn’t be one without good reason.

“I… I did some digging,” Nym breathes nervously, wanting to bolt out of the room with the heaviness in the air but this was important. “The authorities already know something was unusual with the late king’s passing so-“

“You knew too?” The sting of betrayal had you interrupting before you could stop yourself. You were stuck on this island and you thought you could run to your friend’s place for help when the conversation was over but now you truly had nowhere to turn to. This paradise had turned into a prison, they weren’t going to let you leave.

Nym looks at you sadly, apologising silently hoping what was uncovered with a week of no sleep would earn your forgiveness.

“I thought hard about what I could do to help, and I think I have something.”

“What is it?” Hoseok asks.

“The authorities know there’s something odd about the King’s passing, but Prince Baekhyun and his wife closed any investigation, so I did some digging,” Nym explains, feeling the intensity of everyone’s stares, no one breathed. “I…”

She pauses, looking at you wondering whether it was right to just lay everything out on the table, but how can something so destructive be cushioned. Namjoon’s eyes glance towards the laptop in the computer genius’s arms.

“What did you find?” you barely whisper.

“She didn’t cover her tracks very well,” Nym replies, hesitating. “I don’t think you should see this.”

“Taehyung and Jimin, maybe your should take Y/n-”

“No,” you interrupt, the hell were they going to discuss this without you, that was what caused this fucking problem in the first place. “Show me.”

Your eyes don’t implore your friend, they demand authority and everyone in the room understands why you deserve your title, blood had nothing to do with it. The laptop is placed on the table, everyone’s eyes glued to the screen.

“The Imperial castle has two sets of security cameras, someone hacked into them to erase everything the night of your fathers death,” Nym explains. “It took a week but I recovered them.”

“How did he die?” Jin asks what you couldn't stomach asking.

“The official story is he mixed medication with alcohol and…” there's a pause for concern over your wellbeing, but you were done with walking around eggshells, they were all broken anyway.

“Say it,” you beg.

“He fell down the Castle stairs,” Nym says, watching your reaction cautiously, “there was a dent on his head that was unexplainable with the fall, but they think he might’ve bumped it on something given his state. They blamed the security camera malfunction on the storm.”

“And what actually happened?” Namjoon asks.

“Just play the footage Nym,” you say, it didn’t matter anyway, what was done was done, what you wanted was the truth.

After a deep breath, Nym presses play, the screen is grainy at first but clears. Your father comes into the frame, obviously heavily intoxicated with someone pushing him from behind. Whoever it was, wears a ski mask, looking around on edge. There’s a glint of metal in their hand that you can’t make out but it’s pressed against his back. After a stumble, he trips on the ground, and the masked figure tries to pull him up. They get into a tussle, your father grabbing the individual but only able to pull off the balaclava. Your breath catches as you recognise her, and now the object in her grasp. You jump when the pistol is slammed against his skull, and he’s pulled to his feet. He’s disorientated, clutching his head in his hands before he’s pushed to the stairs. You close your eyes, knowing what was about to happen, and you thought you could stomach it but you can’t. Arms wrap around you, someone strokes your hair. You bury your head into his chest, knowing it was Taehyung who had come to comfort you from the most abhorrent scene you ever had to witness.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” Nym says sincerely as you muffle your cries.

—

They sit in silence once Nym leaves, the hours tick by with you sitting on the ottoman alone, too quiet, too stoic, too deep in thought. No one dares to break it first, no one dares to move, scared that the already fragile state of your being could shatter more than it already had. There was no coming back from this, that was the fear, no recovering.

The footage would be released with your permission, it would solve the issue of letting the psychopath sit in your throne, and yet there was another fear in the room. The proof of your father’s murder didn’t solve everything.

“I’m going back,” you say calmly.

“But-“

“You’re not coming with me,” you don’t mean it in a cruel way but it still breaks their hearts. “I have a role I was born to serve, a people who need a queen they can trust, not some relative who thought they were safe from ever having to wear the crown.”

“But we’re happy here,” Jimin says with wobbling lips, eyes and nose streaming.

“Why can’t we come with you?” Jungkook cries.

“Because for right or wrong reasons, the government will still have you tried for concealing my whereabouts without consulting the royal guards,” you state, hating the matter of fact but you couldn’t risk their safety. “Rules are rules, and no matter what story we spin, we still broke the law.”

“You’re going to leave us?” Hoseok asks in disbelief. “After everything.”

You bite your lip hard to stop your eyes watering but it doesn’t work. This would be the hardest thing you would do but it needed to be done.

“Not forever,” you promise, voice hoarse and heavy. “But until I can clear your name and guarantee your safety, this will have to be goodbye.”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head, his arms crossed, his eyes closed as if that would protect him and stop everything.

“You and I both know what happens if you come back with me Yoongi,” you sniff. “If you get imprisoned in my country, the repercussions will be war and you know it.”

“What if we go back to our country?” Hoseok suggests, “Yoongi’s uncle might be able to liaise with little Queen’s government and clear our name.”

“There’s no guarantee that would work,” Namjoon sighs, massaging his head with his fingers as he tries to solve this impossible conundrum. Politics was more complicated than chess, it was like playing on a board 50 times the size with a thousand more unique pieces.

“Not to mention what Y/n’s government will force her to do in return for clearing our name,” Yoongi seethes, finally looking at you with a sad anger welling his eyes. “What if they ask you to marry Wang like your father proposed, to honour his wishes and get whatever deal he was offered by selling your hand in marriage.”

“That’s not how it works,” Tae says in disbelief, looking between you and Yoongi waiting for someone to reassure him you wouldn’t become a pawn for your country. You only look at him sadly in reply.

“One problem at a time please,” Jin mutters, catching Namjoon’s headache.

“Please don’t go back,” Jimin begs, the palm of his hands covering his eyes as he sobbed. This was so cruel, that they finally got to taste a life with you in their arms for only seconds before you were taken away.

“What if Princess married Hyung?” Jungkook suggests desperately, but the question makes you burst more into tears, your head tilted to the ceilings as you try to stop.

“She can’t get married without the permission of the courts,” Namjoon says solemnly, head hanging low. “And Yoongi Hyung’s uncle would never agree, there’s too much bad blood.”

“He barely agreed to let Yoongi become little queen’s guard,” Jin remembers out loud.

Yoongi shakes his head. He hated this, the fact his blood had a say in his life, ruled it without thought to what he wanted.

“If my father was king he would have allowed it,” Yoongi admits, for years he prayed his uncle would sire offspring so the crown would never fall on him, now he was second guessing his wishes.

You both look at eachother, another life flashing before your eyes, one so out of reach it was more of a fantasy than a dream. You still held a resentment for his actions, but the concept of leaving him overcast everything. You understood it to some extent but you truly didn’t know whether you could forgive him.

“It doesn’t matter,” you say, “right now it doesn’t change anything.”

He hangs his head in shame, knowing he really fucked up beyond repair.

Your attention shifts to Namjoon as he kneels in front of you, the equation in his head starting to solve itself. His eyes implore into yours, the rest of the group fade to the background when he takes your hands into his, his warm touch soothing you.

“You always said growing up royal was awful,” He starts cautiously, not wanting to cause any more problems or misunderstandings. “There were too many rules, too many restrictions, too many classes on how to behave.”

You nod as you take in his words, wondering where he was going with this.

“Your father pushed you away, there's a history of that you know,” he informs you. “The first heir is always treated differently, the spare is raised with less restraint, they say the prospect of raising a child who is set to replace you throughout time has caused parental rifts.”

“Where are you going with this Joonie?” you ask, he smiles apologetically, the tangent was somewhat an accident to avoid a harsh truth he needed to reveal.

“If you go back, your whole life is decided for you, Queen of a country or not, the government will set your alliance to someone they see fit, you will be expected to have two children, at least, and then they will be subjected to everything you did growing up.”

You stare at him. The thought had crossed your mind before but you always swore you would do better. The reason your father was so harsh on you was he couldn’t have a spare, your mother died too soon after your birth. You were it, he drilled that into you from day one.

“I can protect them,” you say weakly, tears starting again when Joon shakes his head in disagreement.

“I know you’ll fight Y/n, but it would be you against a hundred officials, you tried to fight your father and you couldn’t and every one of those officials were behind him in his decision.”

“Joon,” you cry, wanting him to stop. His hand squeezes yours, the other wiping away the teardrops gently trying to cushion his words.

“To the world, you are so privileged, and part of that is true, but they haven’t seen you suffer like we have, and I hate to think about how much you suffered before meeting us.”

You sniff, looking around the room at the rest of them looking so downtrodden, your eyes falling last on Yoongi who wipes his tears before they can fall. Yoongi, who understood you through experience, who you connected with the moment you met.

“You guys are the best thing that ever happened to me,” you tell them truthfully, “I don’t want to go back without you, but I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.”

“It’s your decision little Queen,” Hoseok steps forward, smiling sadly but knowing how hard this was for you. “We’ll support you no matter what.”

The younger three glare at him for that comment, the others hanging their heads low as if in prayer.

“Whatever happens,” Jin agrees, “you always have our love and support Princess.”

“Please,” Yoongi begs quietly, his face scrunched in pain as he cries openly. The sight breaks your heart all over again, you really did hate seeing him in pain.

—

“After the tribulations and trials of our beloved royal family, I think the country can say this is a monumental event in history. Like treachery out of a mediaeval plot, today also marks the one month anniversary of the death of our late king, murdered by the wife of his nephew in a scheme for the crown.

Of course this plot was unveiled by his daughter, who at the time fled the country for her safety, but returned to ensure the safety of her people and bring Kim Taeyeon to justice.”

Sadness sat like stones in their stomachs, sinking slowly as your face graced the screen. You smile but they know it doesn’t reach your eyes, you wave to the crowd and the cameras before climbing into the carriage off to the citadel for your coronation.

“She looks so beautiful,” Taehyung mumbles, in awe of your figure in the red ruby gown. He blinks back tears, your absence didn’t get any easier for them, and seeing you on a screen just cemented the fact you were no longer here.

“I can’t believe she went back,” Jin whispers to himself but the others hear. They also hear his unsaid words hiding between the lines, you chose duty over them, the irony was hard to ignore. You always thought they would do the same.

“Of course the matter still remains about the young Queen’s foreign bodyguards who’s current whereabouts are unknown. There is massive divide in the country and government over the actions of Kim Namjoon and his men, one of whom is the current Prince of another nation. There are calls for their presence in the court, others are demanding they receive the medal of valour, and during a recent official press conference this is what our new Queen had to say…”

The screen shifts to you at a podium, cameras and lights flashing on your form as you look at your paper. They hadn’t seen the footage yet but the date stamp on the footage showed it was from a few days ago. Jungkook holds his breath, waiting for you to speak, it felt like a lifetime ago that he heard your voice.

“I understand there is a lot of speculation over my disappearance, and rumours that I was abducted by the men sworn to protect me.”

The youngest can’t help sniffling at the sound, he misses you and the feeling opened new excruciating wounds in him where he thought there was room for no more.

“I am here to clear any misunderstanding over the events of the last month or so. This accusation has put to question the character of the men my own father, the late king, employed and I can say one thing for certain with absolute conviction…”

You take a pause, looking up at the cameras as if staring into each of their souls. They can see the longing in your eyes, the tears forming that you blink away, a moment of weakness that you had to hide.

“Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin… Min Yoongi,” you take a breath as if his name pained you. “Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jung Jungkook are the best men I have ever met, and they saved my life, and any call for their imprisonment is a crime against the crown and against me. I will do everything in my power to clear their names, and have them return. Our relations with King Min must remain peaceful, and I will not have my country tarnish their character and cause unrest between two nations.

My first act on the throne will be to resolve any remaining issues between our countries and draw up a new treaty with King Min, and I know my people will stand with me. Thank you.”

“She’s gonna do it,” Namjoon says quietly but proudly, smiling sadly when he sees the resolve on your face as you start answering press questions. “It’ll take some time but we’ll be by her side again.”

The room is quiet as they watch the footage change back to your coronation, all of them swallowing back tears with heavy hearts. They wished they could be standing there beside you, but one day they knew they would be again, no matter how long it took.

There are cheers coming from the crowds as the crown is placed on your head, you take a deep breath that they can all see, a smile to the people but your eyes are glassy.

“Our beautiful little Queen,” Jimin says in awe, tears slipping that he can’t help.

“I know she’ll be the best Queen in the world but I’m so anxious for her,” Jin breathes, his heart nervous for you.

“I wish we were there,” Hoseok whispers.

“She shouldn’t be there,” Yoongi says solemnly, standing. “She should be here with us.”

The others watch him walk out of the room, the prince had fallen into a deep stoic state, they just hope the hurt would fade with time. You carved out Yoongi’s soul the day you left, they could only pray he would find himself again.

—

You don’t know how you managed to give your new staff the slip, you had paid the driver off with enough money that he couldn’t refuse, despite what your advisors and the government officials tried to stop you from doing.

You knew it would bring you nothing but more grief, but you had to. You could already hear Namjoon berating you, it almost makes you smile before you remember why you’re here. You’re glad to see the tower is cold and depressing as promised, the criminals in here were all in treachery of the crown.

The guards all gave you worried looks as you demanded to see her, and there she stood in the last cell, trapped behind metal bars finally looking like the madness she held within. Her hair stood on end, a nest of knots that could never be undone, much like the chaos she caused in your life.

She sees you, and now you really do smile vindictively when her eyes travel down the length of your coronation gown before fixing themselves on the crown that sat where it belonged. She growls, her teeth baring in disgust and hate you never witnessed before.

She presses herself against the metal, reaching for you as if she could snatch all her wants within her grasp.

“You abdicated, that crown is mine!”

It was strange, confronting her like this. Almost surreal, the concept that this was the woman you befriended, the woman who failed in killing you, and the woman who murdered your father. There was no denying it, you saw it for yourself.

“Why couldn’t you just stay away?” she has the gall to sob, to truly cry over her loss as if she was the victim, and you knew then there was no hope for her, not that you would ever offer it to her in the first place.

You shake your head in disbelief, a humourless laugh before you take a step closer, wanting no one but her to hear your words.

“You know what?” You start, voice quiet but unwavering. “If you had just left everything well enough alone, I wouldn’t be here, if you didn’t let your greed become so heinous it cost a man his life, eventually you could’ve worn this crown and I would have let you.”

She screams, the sound making you want to slap some sense into her.

“But your actions have cost so many people in so many ways,” you say sadly, not an ounce of sympathy for her, but for yourself as selfish as that might sound. “I can see now there’s no saving you.”

“That crown is mine! THAT CROWN IS MINE!” She repeats it as if it would become true, getting louder and louder as you stare.

“You killed my father you psychotic bitch,” you spit, but there was no point to this, there would be no real justice for her actions, and she would never regret them. You wonder what closure you were trying to gain by being here, there was nothing you could do to make her feel your pain.

—

“Your majesty,” your new personal advisor bids your farewell. You had moved to the cold imperial castle, the official site for the monarch. The day had cost you all your energy and you could barely bring yourself to climb the stairs to your new chamber. You try to ignore the urge to glance towards where you know they found your father’s body, the hurt of losing him still fresh despite the strain of your relationship with him. You push away the thoughts to deal with another time.

Your jaw hurts from forcing your face to smile all day for the public eye, as you get ready for bed the deep empty void in your chest gets filled with pangs of sadness so intense you have to stop and breathe for a moment. You had kept it subdued all day for duty, but it came back with a vengeance.

You were now Queen, and completely utterly unfathomably alone. The thought grips you so painfully in the silenve you can’t help the sob that turns into a wail. There was no one here to comfort you, no one to hear you yet you still covered your cries with your hand, sinking pitifully to the floor.

The agony of leaving them didn’t fade for a day. You forgave Yoongi and Namjoon the second you returned to this awful cage, wanting to regret leaving them but there was nothing you could do about your decision now. You knew what Yoongi was trying to protect you from, there was no malice in his actions, just desperation that undid you both. You walked back into the life you tried to escape, and lost far more than you could ever explain.

In truth you didn’t know whether you would see them again, whether you would win the fight to clear their name. You would never give up, you couldn’t, the only thing that kept you going was getting them back, otherwise this was going to be a long lonely purgatory for you without them.

“Min Yoongi I forgive you,” you barely breathe out loud, needing him to hear you no matter how impossible. You knew him better than you knew yourself, knew he needed to hear those words for his own peace, or he would never forgive himself. You knew what state you left him in, and that one thing was your biggest regret.

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jmdbjk · 8 months ago

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Bangtan weekly report.

Hello everyone.

A sign of Yoongi! Literally! his signature on a wall at the grand opening of actor Ma Dong Seok's (or Don Lee) boxing gym. Is Yoongi doing boxing workouts now?

Even Chef Baek and Psy attended this grand opening. Yoongi's signature had its own separate panel on the wall...

Kookie finally came home to Weverse:

"ARMY, are you doing well? I'm good I'm working out a lot And I'm doing lots of cleaning too, just really cleaning it all, from floor to ceiling I'm making rice well too It's already mid-March I will come again I miss you a lot" (Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans)

I know they take aptitude tests etc. to discern what military specialty/occupation/job they would match better. It is fitting he's ended up in a job that keeps him indoors in a very methodical environment doing something he's already shown an interest in.

There's a chance those who work in the kitchen have to wake up a little earlier than the others to begin preparing the food.

And it tickles me to think there are probably many who surround him who address him as hyung.

AND! I know when he sees Jimin enter the cafeteria, he gets the hugest brightest smile on his face. If he has any say-so in the kitchen, he is making sure someone makes and serves the biggest pancake, best pork cutlet and gives Jimin a huge serving of pork and kimchi stew.

Taehyung sighting at a Compose Coffee in Chuncheon:

Looks like he's found his military version of wooga squad...

I think the organization of "promotions" for Fri(end)s was excellent. I am 100% sure Tae came up with the idea of having people he knows react to the MV. The fan meet that happened yesterday, scheduled Stationhead listening parties and the WKorea thing is pretty brilliant too where it appears he'll sing the song in a prerecorded clip to be posted soon.

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I wasn't sure if we would be able to get the song to #1 on the iTunes Top Songs list but we did it! There were some big releases yesterday.

And Hobi posted this on his IG stories:

This Wednesday will be the 100 day mark for Jimin and Jungkook (Tuesday for Tae and Namjoon). I wonder if all soldiers reaching that mark immediately take their 3 days off (or however many days it is) or can they choose when they want to take it?

I'd like to think Jungkook would be able to squeeze in a little bit of time enjoying one of those $1000 bottles of whisky that we spied in his fridge. I would assume he'll also swing by the house construction to pick out colors and flooring and such. I hope they get to eat some really good food and see all the people they want to see.

I learned they've been conducting readiness training and drills this past week with the U.S. forces stationed in South Korea. The report I read said they've doubled the scale of their drills this go round. (big worried sigh).

If you are in the northern hemisphere, I hope your allergies are not bothering you too much.

#bangtan weekly report #jimin #jungkook #hobi #yoongi #namjoon #jin #taehyung #bts military service #Instagram

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minniedaisies · 1 year ago

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got the music in you baby

— request: by @inbangtanwetrustsstuff who asked for a one shot of poly ot7 or headcanons of what it'd be like dating ot7.

summary: headcanons of what it would be like dating ot7

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: headcanons, fluff

— warnings: none

— author's note: i'm sorry this took me so long to get around to, but i am so thankful you sent this request because it's bringing me back to writing. if anyone has any requests they too would like from me, please don't hesitate to ask :)

—SEOKJIN

-ˋˏ ღ - Jin is absolutely smitten with your smile, in love with your laugh. He’ll do anything and everything to make you smile, to make you laugh. He’s not afraid of making a fool of himself it means that you and your boyfriends are smiling and giggling. His love language is laughter, and it comes in spades with Kim Seokjin. But there is a side to Jin only his loves get to see, the softer, quieter side. The side that is sometimes shy, sometimes self-conscious. The side that knows when you need to be made to laugh, and when you just need to be quietly held. He reads each of you like the back of his hand, and knows exactly how to care foe each of you in the way you need in any situation. Some days that means pulling funny faces at the dinner table to make you nearly choke on your laughter after a hard day at work. Some days that means coming into your room at night and pulling you into his arms, holding you as you fall asleep and pressing gentle kisses of promises of better days tomorrow against your skin. He knows what each of you need without even having to be told, and while the laughter is fun, the moments you hold closest are the ones where you’re sharing a bed, bathed in the moonlight together, as he promises you a fresh start come tomorrow, a start that begins with kisses and sunshine and chocolate chip pancakes.

—YOONGI

-ˋˏ ღ - Yoongi’s affection and love is like a softly creeping thing, unexpected and startling once it closes in on you out of the blue. While Hobi is all big hugs and kisses peppered onto cheeks and eyelashes and an affection that is loud, loud, loud, Yoongi is the firm hand that squeezes your shoulder as he passes you sitting at the kitchen table, pouring over your university assignments, as he heads to grab a snack. It’s him coming into your room in the middle of the night when it’s storming, just to sit with you and draw shapes across your back in the moonlight just because he knows you still get frightened of the thunder. It’s him going quiet, in his own head sometimes too often for his own good, but will still meet your eye across the dinner table and stick his tongue out at you to make you giggle. He’s the one you know you can go to with anything, the one who will be brutally honest with you; and who, on your bad days, will take your hand in his and say, “Give ‘em hell, darling.” He knows what it means when you go quiet, and will come and sit by you in the stillness and wait for the storm clouds to pass overhead. He’ll hold your hand in the rain, give you his jacket, because he knows what it is to get wet from the storm; and when the clouds clear and the sunshines again, he’ll be there to hold your hand through that too; with a smile and a playful word.

—HOSEOK

-ˋˏ ღ - Hobi’s affection is almost as loud as his laughter. Everything about Hobi is loud and big and calls attention to itself. With Hobi, he treats every person he loves as if they are the most precious and treasured thing in the entire world; and you and your boyfriends are seven of the most precious things to him. He’s always there to pull you into a hug, to grab you and tug you down onto his lap to be held and cuddled and kissed. When he holds you in his arms, he’s always pressing kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, the back of your head. Hobi lives for kisses and loves to dole them out to each of you. You’re kept very well-spoiled in his affection and love. He also lives for random surprises, coming to visit you with your favorite snacks or an iced coffee between classes, just to make you smile. It’s not unusual for him to pick you up after your final class with a coffee and your favorite pastry. His love language is affection, but also sharing his passion. It’s not unusual for him to grab your hand and pull you into an impromptu dance session in the middle of the kitchen, the living room, the sidewalk. You’ll be left giggling and breathless when suddenly he’ll dip you and kiss you, and you realize you didn’t even know the meaning of ‘breathless’ until then.

—NAMJOON

-ˋˏ ღ - Namjoon is the night owl; each of your boyfriends is to an extent, but with Namjoon, he adores the night. It’s the time when everything just goes still, including the thoughts in his head that you know can get a bit loud at times. One of your favorite things in the world is when he’ll wake you up in the middle of the night to come join him on a sporadic moonlit bike rides along the river. The fact that he lets you in on these quiet moments, you treasure them deeply. And when he’s gotten a little too far buried in his own head, stressed about a new album, a new song, a hook he just can’t quite get right, you come to him and press a kiss between his shoulders and ask that he join you for a walk. Holding his hand, you stroll under the silver moon; and lifting his wrist to your lips, you press a kiss there; a promise that it’s going to be okay. Aside from moonlight, and night walks, Namjoon also adores getting lost in a book, and it’s become your new favorite thing to devour whatever he’s read recently. Upon realizing this, he’s started leaving notes in the margins for you; notes for Yoongi in red, notes for you in green. He underlines the phrases he knows will touch you, and writes you little annotations with arrows and symbols. You treasure each book he gives to you, a peak into the beautiful and sometimes dark, but always hopeful, pieces of him.

—JIMIN

-ˋˏ ღ - Jimin is a menace. He flirts and flounces and flusters like no one else. He lives to tease and be teased in return and you always find yourself hiding a giggle behind a hand when Jungkook swats him for it. But beyond the flirting, beyond the playful games he plays, Jimin adores to be loved and to give love. He becomes radiant with it when shown affection and tenderness. He blushes furiously when you kiss his cheek or when Yoongi pulls him onto his lap for movie night; and he has to bite his lip to hide the smile that cracks through his face when Hobi calls him his, “Beautiful Boy.” He’s also the most playful of you all, and it’s not unusual to see him wrestle Jungkook or chase Taehyung around for a water fight in the yard. The group chat is completely spammed with “It you” messages directed at Yoongi. Jimin was made to love and made to share love. Sometimes it overwhelms you how deep his hear goes, how endless and infinite his unfettered love is. You’ve never felt loved as deeply as the love that comes from Park Jimin. Being loved by Jimin is one of the most greatest gifts you could ever experience, and you’re so thankful every day that you get to receive that love every single day.

—TAEHYUNG

-ˋˏ ღ - Taehyung loves to come into your room and starfish himself across your body when you’re in bed; it’s as though no matter how close he is to you, it can never be enough. He loves to press himself against your back, your side, hold you in his arms, and to be held in yours. A, “Cuddle Puppy” is what Jimin affectionately has dubbed him, and you can think of no better term. Tae adores cuddles, and is always wrapping himself around you, holding you as if he were a blanket keeping you safe and warm, as he presses kisses to your skin. Some nights, that’s all he needs; to just lay down on top of you, staring down at you with such intensity that it’s hard not to look away as his eyes scan across your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every freckle and detail. The gold pendant or chain of his necklace brushes your nose, your lips, as he stares at you, eyes filled with adoration, with worship. His intensity is overwhelming and sometimes it’s hard to know what to do with that, so you hook your finger in the chain of his necklace and pull him down for a kiss. Serves him right to be made the breathless one for a change.

—JUNGKOOK

-ˋˏ ღ - Jungkook is a baby deer in almost every aspect. His big doe-eyes are always watching you as if you’re this precious thing that he’s scared too hold too tightly to or else you’ll grow skittish and run. He’s got nothing to worry about though, you’re completely wrapped around his little finger and you are absolutely besotted with him. Jungkook is the type to need assurance, to be reminded; so you take it upon yourself to show him every day just how much he means to you, and how much you adore him. You love all your boyfriends so deeply, but there’s an extra little soft spot for him, who is the baby of you all. It goes unspoken, but Jungkook is everyone’s “Little Love” and it’s not unusual for you all to argue over who gets to cuddle him on movie nights. Usually he winds up in Jin’s lap, or Namjoon’s. Jin who brushes his hair off his neck to kiss him there and make him squirm. Namjoon who spends more of the movie than not, tickling him just to make those bunny teeth appear and hear that bubbly giggle of his. But while he is the baby of you all, his heart contains such a profound and mature love. He’s written so many love songs for you that take your breath away. It’s not always easy for him to say what he feels in words, but putting a pen to paper, that’s when it comes easiest. He’s given you entire notebooks of love songs and love poems, each so beautiful that they make your heart catch in your throat. And at night, when you hold him in your arms and press kisses to each of his freckles, you hope he knows that your love for him is as vast as the galaxies in his eyes.

#bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts polyamory #bts poly! au #bts ot7 x reader #bts imagine #bts au #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts fluff #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #writing

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kaymagicshop7 · 7 months ago

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Set Me Free-

Chapter 1 - The Arrival🐅

Summary-

Jin runs a hybrid safe house, to help those adjust in normal life again, coming from difficult backgrounds and to learn to be amongst humans again.

Jin has a sister who helps him out when needed, but he is very protective over her, will he let be close to the hybrids?

What happens when 6 hybrid from completely different background ends up in his care, will there be heartbreak and fights?

Can everyone get along in the end?

BTS are their own people, anything that happens in this book is purely fictional and made from my imagination.

Warnings- Mention of violence, blood, fighting, pet names, protectiveness, mentions of aggression, mention of scents, mxm, mxf, anxiety, panic attacks, strong language

Jin POV-

It was the early hours of the morning when I woke up, I was restless all night, I just couldn't sleep.

I was probably restless as we were expecting a new pack of hybrids.

I house hybrids, a hybrid safe house. This house is a safe place where they can tried to be rehabilitated to go back into the world. They come here from a shelter that they stay in the city. The shelter in the city are not always ideal for hybrids coming out of fighting rings, slavery and amongst other problems, but some shelters are nasty towards hybrids, but I work with one of the nice ones.

Hybrids are free people now they have the same rights as humans, but there are some people, some humans in this would that just want to harm them, keep them as pets, abuse them or fight them.

But we've housed hybrid here before but for some reason I was just really nervous. I couldn't stay in bed any longer I had to get up and do something.

The house was quiet, my ears flicked to the sound of soft breaths of my sister coming from her room. My tail swished anxiously behind me.

I'm always worried when any hybrids step into to this house, as I never know how they will react in a new environment. I always worry about my sister as sometimes they don't take to kindly to her, this is her safe space as well and my number one priority, I need to keep her safe.

I only read there profiles briefly and from what I read it was shocking, illegal fighting rings and pets who were abused and one therapy pet, which wasn't too bad I guess. Therapy hybrids are always treated the best, with most being aloud freedom to roam.

I can't imagine or relate what they have all been through as I've been lucky enough to raised my sister.

I started to cook breakfast as I didn't realise I was lost in my thoughts, really lost in my thoughts. I must have a lot on my mind lately.

I notice it was nearly time for my sister to get up. I know she usually wakes about 8/8:30am, as I was at stove making pancakes, it's one of her favourites. Sometimes she will go through a phase where she's not hungry at breakfast time, but I usually make something light for her.

A while later my ears twitched to the sound of her door opening, I heard the creak of the stairs as she made her way down to wards where I am in the kitchen, she is never a morning person. Poppy does suffer form nightmares now and again but hasn't done for awhile. When she does have them I stay with her in either my human or animal form, but it seems she seems to settle when I'm in my Snow Leopard form.

I heard a yawn and then a creak of a seat being sat in "Morning baby." I said as I finished the breakfast "Morning" Poppy whispered yawn to me.

I made my way to her and placed a plate of pancakes in front of her and I kissed her head as I went back to make my own breakfast.

"Sleep well?" She hummed in response "How about you oppa?" She asked me sleepily "I did baby, I slept okay. You know we have 6 hybrid coming here today." She nodded her head, she is wary when new hybrids come, as some don't like humans and tend to lash out. So I keep my sister away from those hybrids at the beginning if I can.

"Do you know what time they are arriving?" I had to look on my phone quickly to see when they were coming "The centre didn't really say, but I'm guessing they should be coming round about lunchtime sweetie." She just nodded and continued eating her breakfast.

After Poppy had done she told me she was going to get ready. Once she was gone I quickly read through an email I got on the six coming here, it did say~

'Wary of humans.

leopard hybrid might attack but has yet to show any signs of aggression yet.

Wolf is the main leader of the pack, Mated pack.'

So they are a pack and mated. "Poppy come here for a moment." I shouted from the kitchen to her bedroom. "Coming Oppa." I heard as my ears twitched in the direction of her voice.

"Are you still in the kitchen oppa?"

"Yes sweetie." I replied back to her, As she appeared in the kitchen again I ask her "Could you put some scent dampener or blockers on please?" She didn't put on a fight on this "Can I put the scent dampener on? If not I can be the blockers on?" I thought about this, if one of them is hostile that scent blockers would be better, but it says wary of humans. "Ware the scent dampers for now and we will see how we go."

I hate it when she has to put either on, Poppy has a weak heart and gets ill quickly, so for me her scent is very important.

Poppy POV-

Midday came and went and the new hybrid arrivals still hadn't arrived. It was almost 6 o'clock in the evening when the door bell went off.

Jin went to go and answer the door and he was talking to one of the carers from the sanctuary, I got off from the couch and stood in the hallway to greet them. Jin has told me nothing and he hasn't even told what hybrid type they are.

I could hear Jin talking to the shelters carer and that's when I saw one of them, he had striped ears. But I saw something around two of the hybrids mouth.

It was a muzzle, muzzles are used when they are biting or trying to attack, but they are only supposed to be used in extreme cases. I never in my whole life have seen a hybrid with a muzzle on, they must be really uncomfortable for them.

Jin was wrapping up with the hybrid caretaker, all of sudden I saw red ears in my face "Hi there!" He said with a smile "Erm Hello." I said back then thats when I heard a growl from come from one them.

Jin came around by that point and wrapped his arms around my shoulder and tail around my waist. "Hello everyone, my name is Jin and I will be taking care of you whilst you stay here." The one with the black ears spoke "Who's the human?" He said the word 'Human' with venom "This Human is my sister, she's here to help you as well. But if you don't want here to help just call my name and I will come to assist you." Jin never says my name to them straight away unless they ask me, we've had some pretty violent hybrids here. But Jin's always about so I know he won't leave me alone.

After a brief and I mean a very brief introduction, Jin lead them to there room where they will be staying. Jin was up there for a bit, when he did reappear in the kitchen where I was sitting. I saw he had two of the muzzle in his hands, but he place them down with a loud thud on the counter, which made me jump slightly. "Are they okay oppa?" I ask my brother, I wanted to make sure they were fine. "There fine cub..." he sighed out, I was sensing he was going to say something else. "Would you get the fist aid kit and meet me in the big room on right." I was a bit hesitant to go "Baby don't worry I will be there with you." I guess he could see it on my face as he placed a kiss on the top of my head.

"Jin what are you trying to do?" I asked him out of curiosity "What do mean Pops?" I through they didn't like humans "I don't think they like me?" He looked at me but I could see the wheels Turing in his head.

"I'm just trying to get them used to you being around as a first, the one with red ears seemed to like you." Well I guess I can see where he was coming from "But oppa I don't think they will warm up to me that quickly." I sighed "I just don't want whatever plan you have in mind to bite you in the arm." Jin chuckle at my choice of words "Well if thats what happens, that's what happens. But I would let them harm you, I will protect you. If I don't try and let them interact with humans, they will just be classed at feral and you know what that means." Yeah I did it was meaning that they would be put down, I hated that.

No one should ever go through that, ever. It's just wrong.

Author Note-

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purpleyoonn · 2 years ago

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baby (you complete us) 8

C H A P T E R E I G H T

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: lots of insecurities, mc practically snaps, lots of tension, angry/protective yoongi, possessive bangtan, mc believes they're unworthy, discussion of disabilities,

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“Alright then. Are you ready to go and meet your soulmates?” Songun claps his hands together before gesturing you towards the waiting car parked on the street. You stare at it warily, but you nod your head anyways, pushing and grasping for the feelings the boys have already made you feel, hoping they chase away any of the doubt floating through your head.

“Yes.”

You were right when you thought that the HYBE building might be bigger on the inside. It was like going inside Newt Scamander’s suitcase, a complete never-ending maze of rooms and corridors. You knew for sure that if you didn’t have someone to follow, you would become trapped within as a consequence of getting lost.

It had taken only five minutes for Songun to bring you to the building, using his security badge to gain entrance to the staff/artist underground parking structure. However, he had you use your badge, the one the boys sent over to your home, to gain access to the building. He wanted to be sure it worked, that way you would have no trouble with any of the other doors inside.

The second you got inside, you could feel your hands becoming clammy, knees starting to feel weak as Songun helped guide you to the front desk, wanting the woman at the desk to become familiar with you and know who you were.

“Hello, how can I help you.” The woman, her name tag reading Arin, smiled up at you, putting you a little at ease. However, you were still nervous to you quite literally handed her your pass. You couldn’t form any words and hoped your badge would suffice.

“Oh, um.” Arin shuffled out, looking at you with a nervous smile before looking down at the badge and seeing the words printed across the front. Then her smile turned into a different kind of nervous, knowing if she made one wrong move she could be fired.

“Ah, I see. Welcome Mrs. Kim. I hope that you find everything to your liking.” You blinked at being called Mrs. Kim again, wondering what that is about when your name is clearly printed on the badge.

You were also curious to why she seemed so nervous around you now. You weren’t famous or rich or anything of the nearest sort. She acted like you were about to take her job from her and blacklist her. Like you had power over her. You didn’t know if you liked it or not. It made you a little uncomfortable to be honest.

“Can you alert the boys that we are here please. I will lead her up right now.” Songun leaned over the desk, whispering in her ear for a couple of seconds before he pulls away. Arin nods and reaches for her phone. Before you could say anything, Songun hands you your badge back and leads you to the elevators.

“The badge works a bit like the hotel, you just place the badge over the security strip.” You nod your head at his words, storing the information in your head. You hold your badge up to the strip on the wall and the elevator opens within a second, making your eyes widen.

“Now, with your badge, you have full access to any of the rooms your soulmates do, including any practice rooms or studios.” Songun begins to describe the uses of your badge as he presses the floor to the 15th floor.

Ever since the HYBE Insight exhibit closed while the boys were serving their military enlistments, the public has been unable to access any of the floors of the HYBE building. You remember seeing some pictures from other fans of the Insight exhibit and thought it looked amazing.

You were even more amazed when the elevator doors opened to the 15th floor, a large portrait of the boys on the opposite wall. It was a picture of the first group photo the boys posted to Twitter when they all came back from serving their military enlistment. You remember how sad army was when the boys enlisted at the same time, but the soulmate laws required it so soul pain wasn’t experienced from distance or separation.

Your hands were now extremely clammy, a little shake to them as you tried to clench your fingers into a fist. You were beyond nervous, even a little scared to see them now that you were only a mere couple of feet from them. You stopped in your step, shoulders hunched as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Hey, are you okay?” Songun had stopped when he realized you weren’t next to him any longer. He turned to see you a couple of feet behind him. He moved back over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can do this. What if they’ve changed their mind? What if they don’t want to see me anymore?” You began to ramble, your insecurities coming into play as they spun the thoughts moving in your head.

“Miss Y/n, I can’t tell you things are going to be easy or simple when you walk through those doors. But I can say that those boys, since finding out about you, have done nothing but worry that you won’t give them a chance. They are just as nervous and scared about this meeting as you are. I can’t tell you what to do, but I can say that you all need this. To see each other and get all of your feelings out on the floor.” Songun leaned down in front of you, so you could see his face as you looked at the floor. You listened to his words, the way he talked to you so gently that he reminded you of your own father.

“If you don’t want to do this, I can give them some excuse and take you back to your hotel room.” Songun ended with a shrug, making you laugh a little. You knew he was trying to make you feel better, feel at ease and you couldn’t thank him more for it. But he was right. You needed to see them, needed to end the ten plus years of mental torment you’ve endured. You needed to talk to them and move forward.

“Okay. I’m ready.” You nodded your head, in a way reassuring yourself that you were actually ready for this. If Songun could tell that you were talking to yourself more than to him, he never reacted. He just nodded at your words and held your shoulder the rest of the walk, giving you the reassurance you needed to walk through the door.

Songun knocked on the door, not even a second later moving out of the way as the door opened to Sejin, who you know as one of the main managers for the boys. He smiled as he noticed you, making a welcome gesture as he opened the door wider for you to enter.

“The boys are waiting for you inside, Y/n.” His smile while he meant to be nice and welcoming, did little to help you feel comfortable. You turned your head to look back at Songun, only to see him nodding his head at you again, telling you that everything would be okay.

You turned back around, clenching your fists again before nodding and walking into the room. You tried to steel yourself, to tell yourself that you were okay. You clenched your fists so hard you could feel one of your fingers pop and shift. You opened your fist and began to try and pop your finger back in when you noticed the boys, all moving to stand from where they were seated on the couches.

You paused in your step, seeing your soulmates up close and personal was different than seeing them on your screen or texting them on your phone. Seeing them a couple of feet in front of you made this all too real. You could vaguely hear Jungkook say “she’s finally here.”

It was awkward for a couple of long seconds, you just staring at them as they did the same to you, as if taking you in. You were just making sure they were real, that this was really happening.

“Uhm, hi.” You waved your hand a little awkwardly, your mind screaming at you to break the tension in the room. You took a step backward, unsure if you should leave or not, which seems to knock everyone out of their trance.

“Hello. Please, come sit.” Namjoon being the ever diplomatic and caring leader is the first to speak, his smile bright and dimpled just like you had seen many times on camera. You always loved his smile; how warm it was and how it seemed to calm everyone down.

Namjoon had his hand out, whether it was a gesture for you to sit, or a hopeful attempt to bring you closer, you would never know. You nodded your head at his words and moved to the couch opposite of where they were sitting.

Your body was tense, uncomfortable in a new room and a new situation. You felt unprepared, like the time you were in the principal’s office and you were waiting under your principal’s watchful eye as you waited for your parents to arrive. You remember you were going to be suspended for hitting someone who had tried to make fun of your elder sister. She was in a car accident when you were ten and had lost half of her leg, making her wear a prosthetic leg that went up to her knee.

You had your hands clenched together, resting on top of your thighs as your back was rim rod straight. It wasn’t comfortable, but you were too nervous to care. However, you did lean slightly to the right, your hip still giving you some discomfort.

“We are sorry again that you’ve had to uproot your life to come here, but we are grateful for the chance you are giving us.” Namjoon starts the conversation off, right as Sejin leaves the room. Your eyes darted to the door and back, now even more nervous and intimidated by what’s going on.

“We know that the circumstances are not ideal,” You sigh at that, making Namjoon pause in his obviously prepared speech. “but we regret the time not knowing you.”

You cut him off this time, not needing some rehearsed words intended to calm you down. You tried to understand, tried to tell yourself that he was just nervous and needed his script to feel reassured but you couldn’t help but feel the disconnection, like you were just a simple worker and not his soulmate.

“Please, Namjoon. I would really appreciate it if you could actually talk to me instead of giving me your obviously prepared speech. I’m not some employee or businessman that you need to be prepared for.” You take a deep breathe, feeling that you were getting worked up again.

Jin and Jimin glance at each other while Yoongi smirks, hiding behind his ever-growing locks. He hates having to cut his hair short for his military service, and he hated having to be semi-separated from his soulmates, doing service work instead of enlistment. However, he liked how brave you were being in front of his younger mate, that you weren’t afraid to put him in his place despite the obvious power struggle in the room.

“I am not fragile despite my disability. I can handle having uncomfortable conversations. I was fully prepared to give up on my soulmark. I thought that maybe, my bracelet had to be defective. I mean, why in the world would fate give someone like me seven soulmates?” You scoffed at your own words, the idea that fate had that you still questioned, even now.

“Yes, I waited ten years for you, hoping and praying to fate that you would get your bracelets and see my messages. See that I wanted you. And I can’t blame you. I can’t blame you for not getting one. I can’t blame you for not knowing you were missing a soulmate.” You had noticed that some of the men were crying at this point, feeling the emotions that you put into your words. Jimin and Jungkook especially were sniffling, eyes red as tears marked their cheeks.

“At one point, I even thought that you had all already found each other and didn’t need me. And it seems I was right. You have been together for so long; I would only be getting in the way. I would be a burden you felt you needed to keep around in order to keep me from dying of soul rejection.” You didn’t mean to blurt that out, but your mouth was moving quicker than your brain and your feelings long buried were getting in the way.

“Don’t say that!” Jungkook yelled out, startling everyone in the room and making you jump in shock. You weren’t expecting his outburst, almost forgetting that you weren’t just talking to yourself.

“You are not a burden. You will never be a burden. We spent so long trying to find you, trying anything we could to find a post or picture anywhere that would lead us to you when you took your bracelet off.” Jungkook was now standing, moving to kneel in front of you.

“We read every single message, cried so many times in guilt that we weren’t there for you, for anything. We did everything we could think of to find you, even going as far as having our managers make that twitter post.” Jungkook was holding his fist to his lip, biting into his index finger. Namjoon took over from there.

“I apologize, you are right. I shouldn’t be talking from my mind, but my heart.” He even stood up, moving to sit next to you, but not before asking permission, gesturing to the spot next to you and only sitting down once you nodded your head.

“Jungkook is right. Once we were notified of your presence with the soul bracelet, we were shocked. How could we have not noticed the small empty feeling within our bond? How could we have gone so many years together, happy, and not notice you were across the world, suffering and alone and believing that we didn’t want you. We were so mad at ourselves.” Namjoon slowly reached a hand out, covering your clenched fists with his palm and squeezing gently, hoping to reassure you.

“We,” Namjoon gestured to the others, “want you as our soulmate like fate intended. There is a reason why we have connected soul marks, why our souls are linked.” His eyes are locked on your own, even as you turn your head to look at his hand on your lap. He can only imagine the words circling through your mind, the emotions flowing through your veins.

The boys had prepared for this. They all knew the trauma their lack of bracelet had caused you. They knew you would be hesitant to jump into their arms and accept them. He could tell from where he was sitting that their plan was slowly crumbling though now that you were in their presence.

The plan was to let Namjoon do all the talking, knowing you didn’t speak any Korean. But you saw right through them, causing his own mind to scramble with how to talk to you without using the prepared speech he wrote with the boys. He was so used to having everything prepared, having a backup plan for a backup plan all ready to go at a moment’s notice.

“We accepted you the moment we knew you existed. You are ours.” Yoongi spoke up from his spot next to Jin and Taehyung, eyes narrowed as if daring you to contradict his statement.

He was fully ready for you to just be theirs. Yoongi and Taehyung had spent so much time on your socials, watching the tiktoks you and your family had posted on your account. Even right before you came in, Yoongi was on your Instagram, trying to memorize the smile on your face, hoping he could bring you the same joy and happiness.

Yoongi’s statement sent shivers down your spine, the amount of possessiveness you could feel rolling off his tongue had your brain short-circuiting. You hadn’t felt something like this before. It was like an amplification of the feelings you had when you talked to them at the airport or even on the plan after your hip popped out.

You felt accepted and wanted.

Looking at Yoongi, your eyes sweeping over to Jimin and the hope he had written all over his face. Jin with the slight pout to his lips as he looks at your clenched fists, the slight bruising at the bottom of your thumb peeking out through Namjoon’s grip. Taehyung and Hoseok who had their hands clenched together and was watching your every movement, a slight twinkle to Taehyung’s eye as he glanced between you and Jungkook.

You would always feel like you were a burden, like you didn’t belong, but maybe those feelings could disappear over time. Maybe, fate was right when she connected your soul with these men. Maybe you should have never lost your own faith in fate. But ten years is a long time to feel unwanted.

“I-uh, I can’t promise anything, I have a lot to work through, but I…” You cut yourself off, trying to figure out the words you needed to say. Your mothers voice rings through your head, reminding you that fate always has a plan for you. That things happen for a reason.

“I want this. I—I’ve always wanted this…to have my soulmates and bond with them. Even after all this time I still hoped that I would find you.” You try to fight through the emotions you were experiencing, years of fear and hope battling in your throat. Jungkook can see you nervously tapping your fingers against your thigh and without thought moved forward to hold your hand in his, sending you a soft, reassuring smile.

“I guess I am just afraid.” You let out a nervous laugh, squeezing Jungkook’s hand in your own grasp. You look away from them, eyes focusing on the wall as you fight to blink away the onslaught of tears.

“Why?” The voice rings out, your mind recognizing it as Taehyung before you turn your head back, looking him right in the eyes.

“Because you have been together for so long. I can only imagine I would be interrupting the flow of your bond and relationship. I would be a burden you tiptoe around, trying not to make me uncomfortable as you return back into the comfortability and stability of your already existing bond. I’m afraid I won’t fit in with you, that my disability will hold you and me back. I cannot and will not put my needs to the side. I’ve had people before who were supposed to love me push me aside because I didn’t fit the mold they had for me in their head.” Your eyes narrowed, your heart beating so fast you could feel it in your throat.

“If you accept me, you accept all of me. I won’t be the hidden soulmate who isn’t allowed to leave the house because she isn’t normal or perfect.” At this point, you are letting it all out, all of your frustrations and fears. If these men were going to accept you and build a life with you in it, you weren’t going to hold anything back. You needed them to know what they were getting into.

You watched their eyes widen at your words, like they couldn’t believe what you were saying. You then watched their expressions turn to anger. Yoongi turned to Jin in anger and began speaking in Korean, too quickly for you to make out any familiar sounds or words. At one point you flinched, seeing Yoongi begin to stand up.

“He is not angry with you or at you. He is upset that you feel that way and have experienced such things without him being there to help you.” Namjoon’s whispered words have you turning back to Yoongi, reassessing the thoughts running through your head.

Namjoon knew you thought Yoongi was upset with your words, mad at you for your assumption of them, but you were wrong. Yoongi wanted to hurt the people who hurt you, his protective instincts strong when it came to his bonded. Well, Yoongi actually had some few choice words, but none that he felt comfortable repeating.

He could tell that his words had done something, made you feel some way because you looked back at him with wide eyes, reminding him of Jungkook when he was younger, unsure of the world ahead of him. His heart clenched with the way you looked to him for reassurance, and he knew from then that he would never let you go, would never be absent or unable to be there for you. He would do what he could within his power to protect you.

“He…he wants to protect me?” You asked Namjoon, hands tightly clenched with Jungkook’s as you looked away from Yoongi and up to Namjoon. You couldn’t help but to feel small, hoping that what Namjoon was saying was true. You had too many emotions crashing against your skull and you needed his reassurance.

Yes, you had your family at your side, and some amazing friends who you loved and who loved you, but you had always felt like a burden, no matter what you did. This led to many feelings of unworthiness and feeling incompetent. It didn’t help the words you would hear, murmured or whispered in passing, even by some family members at birthday parties. You saw the looks you would get.

You had never felt protected before, the feeling unknown.

It was something you always wished for. The security of being protected by someone who loved you was a powerful thing.

“We all do.” A quiet voice came from your right, Jimin having moved closer while you looked at Namjoon. He had wanted to hold you since the minute he had heard your voice over the phone that very first day. He could feel your heartache and your pain through your voice, he remembered he broke into tears at the sound of you so unsure.

Jimin sat on the couch next to you, turned to face you as he brought his hand up to brush your hair softly behind your ear so he could see you. You noticed Taehyung sitting behind him, a hand on Jimin’s lower back and an even softer look sent your way.

“You’ll never have to hurt again, with us. Just…give us a chance.” Jimin pleads with you, his voice soft. He thought you weren’t going to accept them; thought you were going to reject them. He knew pain was nothing new to you. He didn’t know if you would rather accept that or accept them.

You couldn’t help but to burst into tears at the sight before you. While Jimin was talking the rest of the boys on the other couch had moved closer, as close as they could get to you with Jungkook sitting at your feet, hands still connected to your own, rubbing the small bruise at the base of your thumb.

Jimin didn’t falter, he just moved his hand that was cupping your cheek to brush his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away your tears with such a softness you hadn’t felt since your mom had passed. His movements had you nodding your head, slowly at first, almost like a subtle flinch but then you were nodding your head up and down, his hand moving to follow your movements.

Once Jimin recognizes your nodding, once he realizes what it means, the biggest smile breaks out on his lips, eyes closing in what you recognize as his signature eye smile. He starts jumping in his seat and wraps his arms around you, almost falling into you as he does so, your weight now being supported by Namjoon behind you.

Jin smirks as he looks over you and Jimin to catch eyes with Namjoon, glad that you were giving them a chance, just like he predicted. Jin knew you would give them a chance, and he was preparing to woo you like never before, even though in Jin’s eyes, you would have never said no to begin with.

Your sniffle brings the boys out of their excited reverie, everyone looking at you and making you become embarrassed as you wipe your nose with your sleeve, no tissue in sight for you to reach for. You had stopped crying in between Jimin and Namjoon, feeling the bond activate at your words and feelings of acceptance.

You knew there was no going back at this point.

You knew the bond would take hold and cement the bond in your own soul.

“So, what happens now?” Your words had your soulmates scrambling, everyone talking at once as Namjoon remains silent, trying to remember what his own thoughts were as he held you in his arms.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 1 year ago

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not allowed, interlude | breathe

drabble: ‘not allowed’ series (myg+jjk), idol!BTS, based on real time pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of jungkook x reader

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; all the serious feels heart eyes and super soft and so suga sweet you might get diabetes, sorry; occurs around the time of Japan dates of Yoongi's solo tour (when he's coughing and still giving the best performances of his life)

Min Yoongi, the man outside of SUGA and Agust D, calls you to tell you he's fed up and wants to break company rules. But mostly he calls you to confess and make you fall even more in love with him.

You could see him in the phone screen. Busying about in his hotel room, getting unready, not saying anything because all the basic pleasantries had already been said and, besides, Min Yoongi didn’t call you to tell you shit he could hear from anyone else. You heard him pour himself some water and sigh tiredly, the elation of the brightest smiles and shining eyes finally slipping away when all the adrenaline was now being processed and broken down.

Yoongi was glancing at your image on his phone every chance he got.

You didn’t say anything.

Just kept typing away until he was done and ready to say what he wanted to say. Occasionally, you would tilt your head and your eyes would connect at the exact same time, through miles and pixels and the magic of technology, and you could see the small smile touch Yoongi’s lips, just for a moment, and that expression would be mirrored by you, a moment as concrete as it was fleeting. Even after hours of pushing himself to the physical brink, Min Yoongi still looked perfect.

Samsung made good cameras.

Also, you were biased, so there was that.

It wasn’t like Yoongi to ask for a video call though. You didn’t ask for them either – you could simply do a quick search on Twitter and see how he was doing on show days. Everywhere he went, if it was public, you could see him, so there was no need to bug him about seeing his face. And Yoongi was used to closing his eyes and only seeing you that way when you couldn’t physically be there. That was usually enough.

Had to be enough.

Already not allowed to have you number, be your boyfriend, and all that shit.

You halted your typing and rested your chin in your palms as Yoongi sat down on the couch, puffing out air as if he was decades older than he was.

There was reasons Yoongi always booked himself so full when he was working, after all. You were the same way.

Better to be busy than to feel alone.

He looked up at you.

Pushed back his long, damp, black hair that was definitely slick with dried sweat and half a can of hairspray, but you weren’t there to scold him and drag him to the shower. All the hard work of the makeup artist had been sweat off or splashed off, not that it mattered when Yoongi had such a good dermatologist. You smiled at him and there was a flicker in those dark brown orbs, noting your expression. He could read you like you could read him.

The warm lamplight made his cheekbones glow.

Yoongi sat back and sipped his water.

You waited, patiently impatient.

“How’s Jungkook?”

…

Right. Caring about anyone else before himself. A signature Min SUGA move. “He’s working hard. Got tired of loafing around,” you hummed, bouncing the Shooky pancake plush keyring on your desk offscreen. “We all knew he would eventually suddenly go running off doing whatever he wants, when he wants. He’s in his own world.”

Yoongi coughed into the sleeve of his oversized grey t-shirt. “And we’re just living in it.”

“You have to admit, it’s nice here.”

He was chewing on his lip now. Breathing deeply. His voice had a rougher rasp to it due to the cough. Pretty awesome if it wasn’t for the visible wear of the edges of his demeanor. You could see the slump in his shoulders, the darkness under his eyes. His right hand wandered and rubbed up his left collarbone, up to his shoulder, and Yoongi was not quite looking at you but you could tell that he was seeing you just fine.

You didn’t need to tell him to take care of himself. He had plenty of staff that loved him enough to scold and care for him. He was still doing the concerts because he felt he could push though and because he didn’t want to disappoint ARMY that had paid their hard-earned money and blocked out their precious time to see him. He didn’t call you to be nagged at. He could call his parents for that. Still, you almost wondered, maybe, if that was what he wanted right now. Maybe he just wanted a moment of typical ordinary in his very special life.

He placed his glass on the table and looked into the image of you.

And then at the lens.

“Sometimes I forget,” Yoongi whispered softly.

You removed your palms from your chin, staring into dark brown orbs that held an ocean of emotions along with secrets he only told you. In these hotel lights, those eyes still held points of light, dancing ARMY bombs gleaming in the dark. Fresh and old memories.

“It’s only the stage, me, and the fans, and I forget everything else.”

There was a ruefulness in his honesty.

“I forget I’m tired,” he breathed out, elbows on his knees, looking down and away from the screen but you knew he was telling you because he wanted to. There was no one else he wanted to know things like this. “I forget I’ve got this annoying cough. I forget the worries I had before stepping on stage. I forget that I come back to an empty hotel room and I forget that I’m seriously considering breaking company rules, even if the only reason is so that I don’t have to turn on the lights myself.”

The way Yoongi looked into the lens, and you found yourself biting your lower lip.

A small sting of pain rather than saying anything before he was done, doing everything you could to listen because he wanted you to listen.

“I forget everything else and I think, I need to do everything I can to be here again.”

You knew your eyes were telling him so.

You can.

And his eyes were telling you something else.

I’m sorry I love this so much.

You exhaled and it came out in a light chuckle. Stupid. That’s why I love you. You shook your head, small smile ghosting your lips.

"The place you hold in their world is more special than you or I can even imagine. ARMY saved you as much as you saved them."

The shadows of black strands framed his dark eyes. You watched him and he watched you, saying the things he always said with his gaze alone. BTS couldn’t exist without ARMY. He wasn’t who he was without BTS. He couldn’t stand on stage confidently without ARMY and without BTS. He could find the strength to walk forward because of them. No questions asked.

“But, when I look at you,” Yoongi murmured, staring at your image on his screen. “It’s like I can breathe again.”

Fuck.

You hated it when Yoongi did stuff like that because you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks and no good reply was coming to mind.

His expression softened.

“I’m doing everything I can to prepare.”

Yeah, I know, you wanted to say, but Yoongi kept gazing at you like that, with faded lights in those dark brown orbs. It must have been the angle or the lamps in the hotel room or something like that. He coughed slightly, hiding behind the back of his hand. The side of his mouth ticked upwards and you knew he read your reply from your expression.

“I just wanted to see your face so I could finally breathe.”

There was a tightness in your throat and it was not connected to any physical ailment.

“Don’t make me love you only to miss you,” you managed to get out.

The smirk was playful. His usual self.

“Sorry.”

Some (n)-ice guy.

Your eyes followed the length of his black hair, the angle of his jaw, and you wanted to hold him in your hands. Maybe shake some sense into him until he played dead. Maybe press your forehead to his and not say anything at all. Anything but… Yoongi could tell you now when he cried. He admitted it to remind everyone he was human.

You breathed in and you saw the tension in his features lessen as you do so.

“I can’t believe you,” you scoffed.

The tip of his pink tongue darted across his lower lip as he smirked, tucking into his cheek. “Hm?”

You still couldn’t tell Yoongi when you cried.

You also knew he appreciated it. Yes, it was selfish of him and selfish of you, and maybe that would change one day, but for now there were moments like this, despite the miles and pixels and with the magic of technology, and you, too, could finally breathe, really breathe, a feeling that was past physical constraints.

Nothing like this.

“A soul drawing a breath is different,” you sighed, placing your chin in your palms again, fanning your fingers over your cheeks, seeing him on your phone. Right beside you, always there.

Yoongi smiled softly, the way he always did but people always forgot.

“I’m lucky to have you.”

You flicked you head as if to say, I know, and he laughed, the action mixing with coughs, but it was a fun intermission, not a worrying one.

“Ah, can you ghostwrite my songs?” he snickered. “A ghost taking my place so I can zone out.”

You stuck out your tongue. “You made those promises, Min Yoongi. You. Just do it.”

He let out an aggravated sigh that sounded a bit too much like Jeon Jungkook.

Hm.

Might explain the rise of duck-face photos.

I just wanted to see your face so I could finally breathe.

You thinned your mouth into a line, puffing your cheeks.

Eyes shifting and found his at the same moment his head lowered from flinging it back to be dramatically childish. You smiled and he mirrored you and it was so stupid that it was so simple but it was so simple that it was so stupidly right. You act like I don’t know, Yoongi. Like I didn’t watch you from fearing the stage to loving it. Like I don’t want you to love it with your whole heart. Isn’t anything worth doing worth your whole heart, my love?

He said your name, only that, and it meant a million things.

There was more than one way to say I love you.

You said his name back to him, in the same tone, and he knew.

Min Yoongi, I would give up on loving you if it meant that you would stay this happy on stage with BTS and ARMY for the rest of your life.

He hummed thoughtfully, shrugging. “Should I break company rules and fly you over here using the company card?”

You laughed. “Just so I can turn on the lights before you get back to the hotel? Will you list me as most valuable light master?”

“Can’t list you as most valuable dick sucker or they would get quite mad.”

It was not going to happen but you found Yoongi said these kinds of things more often lately. Maybe you and him were now at that stage where you could joke about it freely without feeling any pressure. Maybe he was getting older and noticed how fast time was moving. Maybe he had no more fucks to give.

Probably the latter.

“You know it’s not that impossible for us to meet, right? Since you’re on this side of the world again.”

Yoongi turned his head and half-frowned, carelessly ruffling up the back of his hair with one hand. Casually sexy with his unintentional intentional cough and raspy reply.

“Yeah, but I feel like causing trouble.”

That was your Min Yoongi, all right.

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fluffy-canada-pancakes · 8 months ago

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I love this as a plus size person 💜

bts and how they would love their plus size s/o

pairings: bts x reader genre: fluff, smut, warnings: suggestive but also more, face sitting, thigh riding, body worship, possessive jungkook, hobo is a boob man, mr tongue technology,

Namjoon

loves to kiss your stretch marks. like absolutely loves them. loves to trace them as well

"they give me a map to loving you"

insists on cuddling on the couch, knowing there isn't a lot of room so you have to lay on him

"it's okay, baby, come lay on me"

loves when you where his clothes, especially when you only wear one of his shirts (loves how they barely cover your thighs)

his favorite physical part about you is your thighs, they literally make him drool

"c'mere babygirl. let me help you" when he sees you struggling with your thoughts. he knows you constantly think you're too heavy or big for him. he's not having it

holds your hips and guides your movements as you ride his thigh. loves knowing he can make you cum with just his thighs, flexing it and holding you tight.

Jin

also a thigh man but for different reasons (kind of)

loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you from behind

loves to make new recipes for you to try and test out

loves that he can provide for you and your shared love of food

"just one more minute, baby" when you try to get out of bed but he isn't done cuddling you yet

will happily hype you up in new clothes

"world wide beautiful" is your new title

his love of eating translates to other things as well

"please babygirl" as he pleads for you to sit on his face

will happily die under your pussy and the way your thighs clench around his head when you cum

loves to take care of you and provide for you

Yoongi

doesn't take anyone's shit when it comes to you

very protective lover

don't have to think around him at all

will only do interviews with weverse if even one person does an unflattering article about you (will sue anyone and everyone)

at first you are uncomfortable with his constant touches and hungry gazes but then they become almost comforting

always keeps snacks for you two to share, especially tangerines

writes numerous songs for you

loves to hold you with his hand resting on your stomach (will rub at the stretch marks and whisper absolute desire in your ear)

loves to claim you in his studio, vocal about his desire and love for you

passionate in his body worship of you, especially when he finds out how much you love his tongue and how it feels on you

"feel so good against me, princess"

Hosoek

loves to dress you and help expand your fashions sense

is the one to help you feel more confident in your body and happy to show it off

loves when you come home and do a fashion show of him in your new clothes (especially when you buy some lingerie)

can't keep his hands off of you

ever

loves how soft your skin is and is constantly fondling your curves

wants to just hold your breasts in his hands

says his hands could be a better bra for you (hates how you end up with marks from the wires in your bras and how they hurt at the end of the day)

loves to just randomly nibble at your skin (thinks it looks delicious and loves the giggles you make every time)

"all of this, just for me" as he thrusts deeply into you, kissing at your breasts

Jimin

loves how warm you are and will always be found cuddling you no matter where you both are

finds you absolutely adorable and smiles wide every time you come into a room

loves to dress you up and take pictures of you (keeps you as his lock screen and home screen)

can get jealous when other people look at you

"say you're mine, baby"

is there to listen and help you with your own body image issues,

is always there to remind you how beautiful you are

is completely into body worship

"look so pretty for me, all dressed up like this"

would also love face sitting to be honest. like cannot get enough of the way you look down at him, pulling at his hair as you cum

Taehyung

thinks nothing of your weight until he sees you looking in the mirror, holding and becoming insecure over every one of your "problem areas"

will have nothing of you thinking you have problem areas

thinks you're a goddess

"all art work must be thoroughly examined to be fully appreciated"

will spend hours making you feel good and loving on each of you "problem areas" tell you each reason why he loves you

loves to see you in his jackets,

ends up buying matching outfits for you to wear out

will kiss you every couple minutes, just because he loves the feeling of your lips

Jungkook

would be the person to keep going to the gym for you

"I will always be able to carry you"

loves to manhandle you (knowing you get absolutely horny for him when he does so)

is possessive of you and your body

loves when you were dresses that are sort of revealing because it means you're feeling good in your body (and he's the only one who can touch you)

his favorite position is when you ride him so he can see all of you

especially loves watching your breasts bounce from each thrust up he makes

loves seeing his handprints on your hips or ass from you riding him

is also into body worship because he loves your body and just how perfect it is for him

"so perfect for me, baby. take my cock so well"

#pancake reads bts

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tokyokookmin · 2 years ago

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It's a genuine connection (PT.2)

Jikook has the most precious and winsome relationship. They love each other unconditionally. They are the epitome of true lovers. You can click this for part 1. If you haven't read that one yet.

They are each other's support systems.

When JK got upset and started crying due to frustration. He sang well, but he was not satisfied. JM came to him to console him and encourage him. He even hugged him. Action speaks louder than words.

When Jm asked JK to help him with his hand wraps. JK didn't hesitate to do so. He immediately offered help.

When JK got emotional reading his card to Army and started crying, JM rushed to comfort him. He invented"MJDBO" ( My Jungkook, Don't Cry, Be Happy, Okay?). And by doing so, JK's mood got better <3

When JM got nervous during his speech at the UNGA, JK turned towards him and nodded at his words to support him.

When JK couldn't concentrate well and wasn't feeling at his best. JM was there to comfort him.

Could we ever stop talking about this? Never. (Please do go see that video that is linked above. It's beautiful.)

This moment when JM pulled JK in because he leaned dangerously on the railing which could cause him to fall. Sweet Minie helping his Kookie :(

When Jungkook was doing his rehearsal for Euphoria. Jimin was there to support him.

When Jimin was cutting a sharp item. Jungkook cared and advised him to be careful.

JK and JM care for each other by removing the confetti from their hair.

When Jimin had to do the punishment, Jungkook made a big pancake for him.

Just a few additional moments of Jungkook feeding Jimin. I briefly touched on Jungkook competitiveness softening when it comes to Jimin here.

That's about it. Is the end of this "It's a genuine connection" series? Not sure. You can always drop recommendations in my asks or chat box on more jikook moments posts. For example, 1) jikook top/fav vocals and 2) jikook top run bts moments. Something like that. I would love to make them!

This post is for @myheartbelongstojikook. This post will help your jikook-deprived soul. Thank you for being supportive of this blog 💜💜

#bts #jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #jimin x jungkook #jk #jm #jkjm #jkkrs #mingguk #minkook #minkookers #minkookie #tokyokookmin fam #rights reserved tokyokookmin.

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 2 years ago

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

♡ pairing: yoongi x reader (established relationship) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: domestic fluff ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~0.8k ♡ track: Miss Right ~ BTS: “I told you many qualifications about my Miss Right, but why you’re my Miss Right is… you are… just you.”

♡ summary: Yoongi specifically took this day off of work because he knew you needed to take a day off. So let him take care of you, goddammit.

♡ an: thanks to @daydreamer-writing for creating this prompt for me. i love you!! this is also going to be a kind of sequel to sugarplum sweetheart, but you don't need to have read that one first. 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

Yoongi woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he blindly reached for his phone to check the time. He wasn't even fully awake and the sun hadn't even fully risen yet, and there were already at least two things wrong with the day: coffee was brewing, and the bed was empty.

Yoongi loved you. Yoongi loved you so much that sometimes he didn't know what to do with himself. He forever owed Jimin and his girlfriend for introducing the two of you. You fit together like puzzle pieces or movies and popcorn or a thousand other things he could compare you to.

Right now, however, he was comparing you to an alarm that he thought he turned off but it somehow was still ringing.

You worked as a daycare teacher throughout the year, but you picked up a second job during the summer to make some extra money in the flourishing tourist scene. The problem is that Yoongi would describe you as a workaholic who didn't stop until someone forced you to.

Sighing, tossed his phone to the side and sat up. Today was supposed to be your day off. Yoongi had taken this day off specifically to make sure that you didn't do anything too strenuous. You were right on the verge of working yourself to sickness, and he told you last night that you couldn't get out of bed until after he did.

He knew you felt guilty when you spent time resting, but that was why he was here.

Yoongi walked quietly to the kitchen and took a moment just to watch you. The coffee was done and you were sipping at it slowly while you were dancing around preparing breakfast. You looked like a mess, but you were a hot mess and you were all his.

You needed to go back to bed and get some more sleep.

He padded across the floor and draped himself across your back as you mixed the pancake batter. You let out a quiet giggle. "You're not usually up this early."

"And I told you not to be up this early and that I would take care of things today." He didn't have to be looking at you to know you were rolling your eyes.

"I'm fine, Yoonie," you insisted, trying to hide a sniff. "It's just breakfast."

It was Yoongi's turn to roll his eyes at you. He reached around you to gently pull the whisk from your hand. "And I will finish this while you go back to sleep."

You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his shoulders. Yoongi could so clearly see the dark circles beneath your eyes. You needed rest, why were you being so stubborn?

(If the tables were turned, you'd be thinking the same things about him. You had pulled Yoongi from his studio after not seeing him for four days straight, usually with Hobi or Namjoon for backup).

"Yoonie~~" you drew out, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm capable of making breakfast."

"That's not what I said." He kissed the tip of your nose. "Jagiya, this is your first day off in months. Please let me take care of you this time."

He wasn't playing fair. Yoongi knew how hard it was for you to accept help from others, but he also knew you had a hard time telling him no when he so gently begged.

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulders. "I'll go back to bed after breakfast." Yoongi let out a small chuckle. That was fair. The batter was already made, and he didn't want the coffee to go cold. Although, between the two of you, even if it did it wouldn't go to waste.

"Alright, but no more coffee for you."

"Fine." You made no effort to move, content to be leaning against your boyfriend, and said boyfriend normally wouldn't mind, but—

"Jagiya, I need to move so I can make you breakfast." You groaned, but let him go, going to sit down at the table. "I'll be fast, okay? And then I'll wrap myself around you like a koala and we'll take an amazing morning nap together." You let out a sound of agreement and rested your head on your arms.

Yoongi worked quickly, whipping up and cooking the pancakes, even adding some scrambled eggs and bacon. He wasn't going to just let you have some basic-ass breakfast, he was going to go all out for you. You more than deserved it.

Right as he started plating the food to deliver to you, he heard a small snore behind him. Yoongi turned, and you were fast asleep, hunched over on the table. He let out a breathy laugh and set the plate down on the counter.

He gently shook you just awake enough to help you walk back to the bedroom and climb into bed. Hurrying back to the kitchen, he wrapped everything up and stored it in the fridge. Breakfast for lunch sounded just as good.

Then Yoongi went back to join you in bed, wrapping himself around you like a koala, and decided he could use a nap today too.

thanks for reading!!

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts writing #bts valentines event #writing event #14 valen tans days #yoongi x reader #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #domestic yoongi #monfics

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smolwritingchick · 11 months ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS

Chapter Summary: Jennie underestimated Yoongi's words when he said she would get spoiled for White Day

Words: 3,000+

Genre: FLUFF!! Jen with all the members!

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“Watch your step.”

“Don’t trip on anything.”

“Ahh, Munchkin’s going to freak!”

“Shh! Don’t wake her up!”

“Be quiet!”

“You sure this is enough?”

“It’s all over the room, it’s enough.”

“More than enough.”

“Shh!”

“I hope she likes it.”

“She will, don’t worry.”

“You think she’ll faint?”

“Haha, maybe.”

“Stop talking, you’ll wake her up.”

“Shh!”

Hushed whispers from the members were heard faintly from Jennie’s ears as she continued to sleep soundly. She couldn’t quite make out what they were saying and didn’t think much of it as she slept comfortably in her bed. She honestly thought she was dreaming. When morning came, Jen’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight from the window. Closing her eyes again as she groaned while stretching, she turned to her side. But suddenly pressed her body against something big.

Soft.

And fluffy.

Very fluffy.

It felt like fur, as she flickered her eyes open, only to see a huge white bear, next to her.

“HOLY!”

Shrieking in surprise, she rolled over and ended up falling out of her bed. Expecting a hard thump, she braced herself. But she ended up falling on top of dozens of teddy bears, all in different colors and sizes.

“What the heck?” She sat up, looking around her teddy bear infested bedroom. “What is going on!?” She frantically looked around.

What was this?

Why were there teddy bears all over her room?

Grabbing a tiny teddy bear that read on its shirt, ‘Happy White Day!’, a smile came across her lips.

It was so adorable. Letting out a soft laugh, she grabbed a few more teddy bears and looked at them.

“This cannot be happening...I gotta take a picture of this.” She grabbed her phone off her nightstand.

She snapped a photo of the teddy bears in her room and tweeted on the shared BTS account, ‘WHAT.IS.GOING.ON!? This is too much cuteness! #WhiteDay’

Managing to walk around the teddy bears, she headed for the door. Before she opened it, she noticed a sticky note.

‘Good morning, Sweetheart! Ready to spend the day celebrating White Day with Bangtan Boys? Get dressed and ready for the day. Breakfast will be waiting~’ Signed Jin.

“Yoongi really wasn’t kidding.” She let out a chuckle.

Excitement filled her body as she eagerly got ready, putting on her dance practice clothes and hair in a high, messy bun, with some curls falling out. Walking out of her room, she was greeted by Jin, who was patiently waiting for her with a bright smile on his face.

“You’re awake!” He beamed and pulled her in for a warm hug.

“D-did you guys put all them teddy bears in my room?”

“Uh huh.” He giggled at her shocked expression and gestured for her to sit down with him.

“H-how many teddy bears are there?!”

“We each got you three teddy bears.”

“How did you manage to hide all the bears!?”

“That’s for us to know and you to never find out.” He teased and placed a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of her. “Here you are. I hope this tastes like home. Your sisters told me you love this.”

Jaw dropped, she snapped her head up to Jin. “B-blueberry pancakes!?”

“Hm, hm. Namjoon talked to your sisters.”

First, it was the teddy bears, now it’s her favorite breakfast that her mom would make for her back at home. She was so happy they took the time to do this.

“I can’t thank you guys enough for this. This is so special.” She murmured, shaking her head in awe.

Jin watched her every expression as she took a big bite. “So...?”

Setting the fork down, she exclaimed, “Why is this so good!?”

He sighed out of relief, feeling proud of his cooking skills as he dug into his plate of pancakes. “Ah, just thanking our sweetheart for those delicious cupcakes. Please, make more. I brought the ingredients.” He hinted as the big grin on his face wouldn’t go away.

“I will, soon. You keep smiling, are you planning something else?”

“I’m just very excited, that’s all. You have a big day ahead of you.”

“I do?”

“Uh huh.” He slid her a note.

Opening it quickly, it read,

‘Munchkin~ are you ready to dance!? Meet me in the practice room so we can practice one on one for Just One Day.’ Signed Hobi

After finishing breakfast, Jen made her way to the practice room, opening the door to reveal Hobi, stretching out his limbs, and getting himself ready.

“Good morning~” She happily greeted, setting her bag down on the floor.

Turning his head to the door, a bright squeal came from his lips as he rushed over to her, pulling her in for a tight embrace. “Munchkin's here~. Happy White Day!”

“Thank you! And thanks for the teddy bears. You guys really went all out.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from! You and I are going to have fun, today.”

“All right! What are we working on?”

“I want to clean up a little bit of our dance in Just One Day.”

“Fine by me!”

After stretching, they practice the Just One Day dance with chairs. Giving her pointers and making sure her movements were sharp and in sync with his, Hobi had a blast with her. After taking a 15 minute break once they danced 8 times, they decided to dance, again.

neowa naega hamkke hago itdamyeon, let’s go time

24 hours neowa danduri itdamyeon

Hobi made her stand up from her seat, grabbing her hand as he spun her around.

Achimbuteo ibmatchumhae

Feeling his familiar lips against her cheek for the dance, she cracked a smile as they continued to dance in sync. Suddenly, he decided to spin her around and dip her.

Letting out a laugh, she held on to him before he brought her back up. “Looks like our dance session is over. On to your next destination~.” He took out a note and handed it to her.

“Thanks, Hobi, I had a blast.” She said as he gave her a big hug.

‘Ennie~ are you hungry from dance practice? Let’s eat lunch together! Take a shower and get situated. I’ll be waiting for you!’ Signed Tae.

He gave her a destination and time they would meet for lunch.

After showering and putting on casual clothes, she entered the restaurant to see Tae grinning and waving at her.

Giggling at his goofy grin, she sat in front of him and he grabbed her hands. “Happy White Day! I already ordered for you.” He giggled.

“Oh really? And what if I don’t like it?” She teased.

“You will, trust me! How was dance practice with Hobi?”

“So fun! We cleaned up our dance for Just One Day. I still can’t get over the teddy bears you guys put all over our room.”

“I wish I could’ve seen your face. Did you cry?”

“No, I was so baffled, I couldn’t even say anything for a while.”

“Hehehe. We’re going to watch more Dragon Ball Z, soon!”

“Are we now?”

“Uh huh! Jimin and Jungkook won’t take away my hang out time with you.”

“Tae, we see each other every single day, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“I-I know but you know what I mean.”

“I dunno, do I?”

“Jennie!” He whined.

“Okay! Okay!”

“Woo hoo!”

“Not so loud!”

“Woo hoo~” He repeated in a hushed tone. The two ended up laughing with each other as Jennie set her head down.

“Let me see your face~” He picked her head up and rested her chin on his palms, staring at her with a smile. “Smile~”

“I can’t, my face is hurting. You guys keep making me so happy. Happier than usual!”

“Okay, okay, let’s relax our faces.” He kept a straight face with her as they continued to stare at each other once he removed his hands from her face.

Sipping on some water, she couldn’t help but notice him making funny faces at her. Swallowing the water in her mouth, she almost choked as she covered her mouth, letting out giggles.

“Stop~”

“What? I’m not doing anything.” Tae looked around innocently with a straight face.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she continued to watch him as their noodles arrived. Handing her chopsticks first, Tae dug in, watching her with a serious expression.

After taking a few bites, she looked back up at Tae, who had another goofy expression on his face. The two of them end up laughing once again.

After their lunch, he slipped her a note.

‘U, Me, hot chocolate? I’m waiting for you at the entrance.’ Signed Jimin

Saying her goodbyes to him, she left the restaurant to see Jimin waiting for her.

“Ennie~ come on! Let’s go!” He said excitedly.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” She giggled at his enthusiasm.

Sitting at a nearby cafe, they both ordered cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream and pastries to go with it.

Sighing at the familiar taste, she took a few sips, enjoying the chocolaty goodness. “It’s been so long since I had this. This is so good!”

“I know right, I remember you telling us almost every day, last month.”

“I-I did? Sorry. I must have been so annoying.”

“Not at all, I thought it was cute.” He handed her a napkin. “You have whipped cream on your lips.”

“Ah, you’re such a gentleman.”

“Kissing it away wouldn’t be so gentleman like. Unless you want me to~.” He teased, nudging her on the arm with his trademark eye smile.

“Oh, cut it out!” She nudged him back, wiping the cream off her lips. She had gotten used to his harmless teasing these days.

“Hehehe, I’m just kidding. You’re easy to tease. You should get used to it. Ah, but Jin won’t be so happy about it.” He chuckled at the memory of Jin coming to save her from his teasing, during the Boy In Luv filming. “Seems like Jungkook claimed you as his best friend.” He pointed to the black ring on her finger.

“Yep! Happily taken!” She proudly announced. “Jungkook is the bestest best friend I could ask for.”

“Aw, I’m disappointed! Jungkookie always beats me to everything.” He playfully huffed. “It’s not too late to dump him so I can be your best friend instead.”

Pondering for a few seconds, she smiled. “Thanks but no thanks. I’m his.”

“Ah...it was worth a shot.”

“Drink your hot chocolate!” She scooped up some whipped cream on her index finger and placed it on his nose.

“Hey!” He placed some whipped cream on the side of her face.

After continuing to bicker back and forth, and enjoying each other's company, he slid her a note.

‘Let’s take a walk together, talk about life. I’m waiting for you, outside.’ Signed Namjoon

Putting her hoodie on her head, she walked outside and was greeted by Namjoon who had his hoodie over his head, too. “Hey, Happy White Day. You mind taking a walk with me?”

“How could I ever turn down my leader?” She playfully punched him on the shoulder. Earning a deep chuckle in response, they both strolled through a park. “I gotta say, you guys are unbelievable, doing all this for me.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the day, so far. It’s not over yet. Hope you’re not tired.”

“I was wide awake ever since I fell out of bed and onto all the teddy bears.” She admitted. Namjoon started laughing, thinking about the sight of her falling out of bed. “Go ahead, laugh. Whose idea was this, anyway?”

“Yoongi’s. Then we all decided to talk about what we should do with you, today. It was Jungkook’s idea to give you all the teddy bears. I thought it would be a good idea to contact your sisters about what you like to eat.”

“Amazing...thank you.”

“Ah, don’t mention it. I want you to get real with me for a moment.”

“Shoot.”

“How are you? Here with BTS? In Korea?”

“I’ve adjusted well, thanks to you.” She answered immediately. She enjoyed working here, performing, meeting fans, and eating the food. It was great. “There’s still a lot I need to work on, when it comes to performing, though.”

“So does everyone else.”

“I know, I know, it’s just that...I just want to perform for people.”

“And you’re doing that.”

“But I want to get better at my performances. My stage presence is still weak and so are my vocal skills.”

Stopping, Namjoon turned to her, staring down at her with reassurance. “And we’ll work on that. And you will get better. It won’t happen overnight but we know what you need to work on. When we make our full album, we’ll work on it.”

“I know we will.”

“But Jennie, when you feel like you want to give up, I want you to ask yourself, why you started this in the first place.”

“I felt like I had a great chance, to perform here. I always wanted to.”

“And what do you think?”

“It’s going well but I still don’t think I’m well liked.” She let out a sigh.

“Still reading the hate comments, huh? I thought I told you to not read them and let it get to you.” He said with a stern tone, crossing his arms. He hated seeing her so bummed. He enjoyed it when she was glowing and happily doing her thing.

“It just kind of sucks, you know...” She grumbled.

“Ignore that bullshit. Don’t even waste your time.” He pushed the negative thoughts she had, away.

Nodding, she muttered, “I will.”

“No.” Shaking his head, Namjoon’s expression changed into a serious one. “I want you to say it and mean it. Now what are you going to do?” He raised a brow.

“Ignore the bullshit.”

“And do what?”

“Not waste my time.”

“Say it again. What are you going to do?”

“Ignore the bullshit and not waste my time.”

“One more time, loud and proud!”

“I’m going to ignore the bullshit and not waste my time on the haters!”

“Atta girl.” He nodded in approval with a smile. “We’re all going to get hate, it’s inevitable, but don’t let that control you. Don’t let that fear and negativity take over. I want you to keep your head up high.” He lifted her chin with his hand. “As a leader, I want to let you know that I see that you’re working hard and improving. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of what BTS has accomplished so far.”

His words began to light a fire in her as she continued to listen to his words of wisdom.

“I want you to know that, I got you, Jennifer. I’m not giving up on you. None of us are. Things are going to be fine. Relax. Breathe and follow your heart. There are going to be people out there who won’t believe in you and will make things difficult for you. And when you feel like you made it through something, something else happens and you have to overcome that. Things aren’t going to be easy, but don’t be discouraged. Believe in the greatness that lies within you. In here.” He pointed to her heart. “Prove to everyone that you can do it.”

Words couldn’t describe how grateful she was to have someone like him in her life. He was always known to be so deep, but witnessing it right now, got her in higher spirits.

“Always. Thank you, Namjoon. I don’t know what I would do without you, to be honest. I’m grateful to you.”

“I’ll always be there for you. Keep smiling.” He pulled her in for a comforting embrace. Pulling away, they continue to walk together. “Oh, good news, your food is still in the fridge. I didn’t eat it...yet.”

“Oh, so just because it’s White Day, you won’t eat my food? I need to find a hiding spot so you won’t munch on my stuff.”

“You know that I’ll find it.” He joked.

“Blah, blah, blah...”

“Oh, here.” He took out a bag of chewy sugar cookies. “They uh, got a little mushed because I fell, but they still taste good.”

“Of course, the cookies are mushed, you always break everything.” She poked fun at him, taking the cookies. “But them being broken makes it special because I know it’s from you. Thank you,”

“H-hey I’m not that destructive. Anyway, you're welcome. One more thing, can I borrow your phone charger?”

“You broke yours, didn’t you?” She deadpanned.

“K-kind of?”

Letting out another laugh, she agreed and told him it was in her room. “Great, I’ll get it later. I’m off, the kid is probably getting impatient. He’s so eager to see you.” He chuckled and handed her a note.

Saying their goodbyes, Namjoon left the park while Jennie opened the note.

‘Got time for your best friend? Let’s game. I’m waiting for you at the park entrance.’ Signed Your Best Friend, Kookie.

Running to the entrance of the park with excitement, she saw Jungkook waiting for her with his hood over his head. Hearing someone running to him, he looked up and broke out into a huge grin, opening his arms for her.

“I’ve been waiting to see you, all day!” She collided against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, tightly. He let out a soft chuckle and held her close.

Pulling away, he complained about the members, “Really? I feel special. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you. It was so annoying. I wanted to see you first, but the hyungs told me that I would hog you all day and they wouldn’t get a chance to see you at all, today. I was upset that I would be one of the last ones to see you. But it was worth the wait.”

“It really was. So buddy, what’s on the agenda?”

“Milady, would you do me the honor of gaming with me?” He bowed dramatically.

Playing along, she mirrored his movements. “I would be honored.”

“Let’s go. An arcade isn’t too far from here. I won’t go easy on you just because it’s White Day. Prepare to be schooled!”

“You wish!”

Arriving at the arcade, they immediately head to the Dance Dance Revolution game. “Jungkook, let me show you how it’s done. This is my favorite game. Watch and learn.”

“I’ll watch. And then once you had your fun, I’ll beat your high score.” He responded in a competitive tone. No way in the world she was going to be able to beat him.

“We’ll see!”

As she danced, Jungkook analyzed her movements, thinking of strategies for beating her. Staying calm, he was confident in his skills and that he had no problem getting a higher score.

“Your turn.” She gestured after she was done.

“I can beat that.” He smirked, making his way to the game.

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can. Watch and learn.”

She watched and learned all right. Her smile turned upside down as she gaped at the score. “...Are you KIDDING me!?” She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. He laughed out loud at her outburst. “How!? That’s not possible!”

“You know what they say, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” He managed to escape her hits, aiming for his arm as he continued to laugh.

After bickering, the both of them went all around the place, furiously button mashing on various games, with mostly Jungkook winning everything.

“Basketball. You, me, let’s go!” She grabbed onto his wrist and took him to the basketball courts.

As soon as the timer went off, the two began to shoot baskets quickly, trying to make it in the basket more often than one another. Jennie stayed focused, ignoring his goofy comments.

“Oh look! I got another basket! And another one! Score! In your face, Jennie! Wow, another basket!”

“Shut up!” She shouted as he laughed wholeheartedly, enjoying driving her crazy. As soon as the bell rang, she looked at the score and started jumping up and down. “WOO! I did it! That is what I’m talking about! In your face!”

Staring at the score in disbelief, Jungkook turned to watch her celebrating happily, dancing around. He couldn’t help but gaze at her with his bunny smile across his face.

She was something else.

“You want to take a picture?” She caught him staring.

“S-sorry.” He looked down, feeling his face heat up.

“I’m just teasing. But seriously, let’s take some pictures together.”

After goofing around, taking goofy selfies on her phone, they gathered up their tickets and Jungkook picked out an Iron Man plush for her.

“Treat it with love and care. Iron Man is my favorite.” He dramatically presented it to her.

“I’ll add it to the numerous teddy bears all over my room.” She let out a laugh and happily accepted it. “Thanks, Kookie.”

Looking at the time, Jungkook sighed. He really didn’t want to leave her, but it was Yoongi’s turn. Handing her a note, she read it.

‘Head back to the dorm, Smartie.’ Signed Yoongi. Short, sweet and simple.

Walking inside the dorm, Jennie was met by Yoongi sitting on the couch, wearing dressy casual clothing.

“Smartie. Happy White Day. Get prettier. We’re all taking you out to dinner. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room to escort you.” He said out of nowhere with a smile.

“D-dinner?”

“Yes, dinner.” He stood up and sighed when she pulled him in for a tight hug. “Don’t squeeze me to death!”

“My bad. I’ll get ready. This is great! I’ll get done quick!” She ran to her room.

After 30 minutes of getting ready, she wore a sweater dress and had her hair out of her messy bun and neatly down. Walking out, she announced that she was ready.

Turning around, Yoongi looked at her and shook his head. “Jennie, I said prettier, not beautiful-er.” He teased, earning a smile from her. “You look nice, Smartie.”

“Really? Thanks, Yoongi.”

After the short car ride, they see the rest of the guys sitting at a table, waiting for them. “Miss Bangtan has arrived,” Yoongi announced with her hand on his arm while the guys happily stood up and applauded.

Giggling at their energy and enthusiasm, Jennie was overwhelmed with happiness.

“Come on, sit! Let’s eat!” Jin eagerly gestured for her to sit down.

“I have a seat, right next to me,” Jungkook said, pointing to the empty seat.

“I feel like Jungkook is trying to hog Jennie. It’s my turn to be with her. Jennie, sit next to me.” Jimin pulled out a seat for her.

“Hyung!” Jungkook shouted, shooting him a look of annoyance as Jimin couldn’t help but giggle.

“Hey! Behave!” Yoongi scolded. “She’s sitting next to me, so be quiet.” He pulled out the seat for her and let her sit down. He then gently pushed the seat in for her and sat down next to her.

“Before we eat, I just want to express my gratitude for all of you planning this special day for me. Today was really fun.” Jen smiled.

“Hey, I told you that you were going to get spoiled on White Day.” Yoongi nudged her.

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