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pjmmania · 14 days ago

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If Snow Decides to Fall

11. “And so it goes.”

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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You were taking a shower post-hospital visit. Having been home for less than an hour, it felt like all the people in the world were calling Jimin. Though you hadn’t dared to check, you could assume that pictures and videos were spreading on social media like wildfire.

Worse, as you showered, you were aware that your boyfriend was on the phone with Management. That was what motivated you to exit the room in the first place and do something else - you couldn’t bear to listen to it. Now there was only a matter of time before you got a call from the company, and everyone knew what that would bring.

From the car ride until now, Jimin had been on the phone nonstop. His parents called in the car, then Yoongi, then Jin and Hoseok together. And now the company. In the meantime, you wondered if your own family had seen anything yet.

At the very least, it was vindicating to be clean, with damp washed hair and a change of clothes.

When you padded out of the master bathroom and into the main living space, Jimin was on the couch. Laying on his back, he held the phone up to his ear, running his spare hand through his hair anxiously and staring up at the ceiling. Any relief you experienced in the shower was gone. You were still at the center of a media storm and scandal.

You saw your phone sitting screen-down on the coffee table. You envisioned flipping it over to find missed calls from family and friends and you decided against it for the time being. Perhaps you could delay the inevitable just for a little longer, even if it was only a few minutes.

Instead, you clued into the conversation Jimin was having. He looked pissed.

“For the last time, yes, I am positive it’s mine. Please stop asking me that. Do you need me to run through the entire history again?”

You closed your eyes. Apparently, they knew just about everything.

He kept glancing at you as he spoke, checking what your demeanor was before getting distracted by his phone. Suddenly, his eyes hardened. His brows became severe, and he shot up into an upright sitting position.

“I am sorry,” his tongue was heat-ridden and bitter, “You may think I owe you that, but I happen to disagree. There is no circumstance in which I would ever-”

Jimin looked at you. He saw the curiosity and dread on your face, and took it down a notch.

He cleared his throat, “I’m just not doing that, alright? Unless you require anything further, I have plenty else to manage right now.”

A few moments later, he got off the phone and let out a grown, dipping his head low.

“So that didn’t go too well?” you asked hesitantly, sitting beside him.

Jimin lifted his head and put an arm around you, searching for the right words, “Could have been better, could have been worse. How are you?”

“I’m…I’m in shock maybe?” you shrugged.

“I’d rather have you be in shock for a while than have another fainting spell.”

“I can’t look at my phone right now, even though I feel like a should. My mom is probably worried sick about me. The girls too.”

He kissed your temple, and then you leaned your head on his shoulder, “You don’t need to look at that stuff until you feel prepared. I think after a little bit longer, it would be nice to let your poor mother know you’re alright. But for right now, you deserve to let your mind and body have a sliver of peace.”

“Well, if the company calls, I need to answer.”

“No, you don’t,” his tone carried a hint of resentment leftover from his recent phone call, “They have no right to expect you to put them above your health. You’re a pregnant woman who’s just getting home from an emergency hospital visit. In fact, if they dare try to contact you this soon, let me know. I’d want to deal with that.”

Unwilling to push the envelope at the risk of worsening his anger, you nodded, “Okay.”

“How’s the baby?”

You smiled softly as you looked down at your bump, “Wiggling, even though you and I just went through a lot, little one.”

Jimin’s own lips formed a minuscule grin. He touched your belly, right below the button. There were faint movements to be felt through his palm, which, to your confusion, erased his small smile. His expression grew colder, as he locked his eyes on your distended abdomen.

“I’m going to tell Minjun about Chaeyoung.” he said through tense muscles.

“You didn’t mention that when you were on the phone just now?”

He shook his head, “Wasn’t the conversation for that. But she deserves to face the consequences for what she did, and I just might take pleasure in exposing her.”

“Jimin-”

His hand remained on your belly, almost in a protective manner, “She has to pay for that. She knowingly gave the media a false story about me getting another woman pregnant. You and I both know that some people will take that story and run with it. Not to mention, the aftermath caused everyone so much strife. And then it put you, the woman who is actually carrying my child, in an emergency room.”

Your voice was soft, “All I was going to say is that we have bigger things to address at the moment. And I want us both to keep level heads.”

He let out a prolonged sigh, letting the silence linger for a moment, “I know, I know. Just give me some room to be pissed off for the both of us. I’m glad you seem to be attentive to your own peace of mind. You should be. But I can’t help it all the time and keep everything so locked up. I have to be able protect my family.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could kiss his cheek, which was warm with a stressful flush, “I’d never ask you to keep it all locked up. You’re human. It’s just, at this point, getting revenge on Chaeyoung won’t solve any of our problems. You want your anger to be purposeful, but that would achieve nothing for us.”

Not to mention, you weren’t even sure you wanted her exposed. She’d be let go, almost certainly. The history of friendship between you made the idea difficult to imagine. But then again, her actions were about to get you fired.

He removed his hand from your bump, “Maybe we can put a hold on this conversation for now. My head’s starting to hurt.”

Before you could say anything else, he got up from the couch and started towards the kitchen. His gait and posture looked sullen, exhausted.

“We should both eat something,” he called back at you, “I’ll, uh...throw something together real fast.”

You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t going to make a quibble about that. As the minutes rolled on, you heard some dishes rattling around, drawers being opened and shut.

Your own phone was buzzing more and more now. The girls were texting you, asking if you were alright. Nothing from your parents yet, and you weren’t that surprised. They weren’t the type to be online often, which made you fear that they’d learn of it from one of their friends or neighbors.

Then, Hana called you.

You answered, “Hey, Hana.”

She sounded like she was in the car, “I was about to text you again, then realized I might as well just call. How are you?”

You let out a breath, “Not the worst, considering the circumstances. Maybe I’m in a state of shock or something. I’ve been offline since getting home.”

“Oh,” she said, “That’s for the best, I’d say.”

“I-Is it bad? What are people saying about me?”

From the kitchen, Jimin heard that and felt his heart crumble a little more. He knew that feeling all too well - a cruel part of oneself wanting to risk getting burned by the fire, just for the sake of some inner masochistic curiosity.

Hana replied, “I honestly don’t know either. Joonie texted me and told me the news…And then he picked me up from work and we’re almost at your place.”

You sat up a little more, “Wait, why? Don’t you both have things to do?”

Your puzzled boyfriend leaned back into the entryway, looking at you with furrowed brows.

“I got out of work a bit early,” she said, “So did he. No big deal.”

You had no idea what to do or say. You weren’t sure you were in the mood to have people over, and you had half a mind to kindly ask Hana to refrain.

Then, you thought of Jimin. He needed a friend right now, and in a crisis, Namjoon was a go-to. Even if he was still too stubborn to admit it.

“O-okay. See you in a few.”

You hung up the phone. Jimin ducked his head back again, “Hana’s coming over?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “With Namjoon.”

His expression went blank, and he returned to whatever task he was handling in the kitchen, disappearing from view. You hoisted yourself up slowly from the couch, being gentle with your body.

You found him filling a pot with water to boil. He had tells of tightening up when your presence came into the room, aware of what you were about to say to him. He didn’t want to hear it.

Instead of giving him a piece of your mind right away, you decided to help out and switched the stove on, before he could even set the pot down on it. The metal pot made a small thud when it met the rapidly heating surface. Jimin covered it with its corresponding glass lid.

“You shouldn’t be up, you know,” he said quietly, “You need to be off your feet for a while.”

You sighed, leaning back against the island and facing him, “I’m just standing in my own kitchen. I’m not doing anything strenuous.”

He returned a huff, turning his back to you to retrieve a cooking spoon from one of the drawers, “I suppose I need to make food for four now…”

You couldn’t bear it any longer.

“I think it might be time to move on from this whole feud. Let it be in the past. He’s deeply sorry, Jimin.”

He chuckled, “And how would you know that?”

You gulped, “Because he and I had a little talk at work the other day.”

He stopped what he was doing.

You went on, “He apologized to me for everything. The things he said about me, the inferences he made about my intentions. He was genuinely remorseful.”

Jimin looked back at you with conflicted eyes.

“And he wants to be there for you, probably now more than ever,” you said, “So you should give him a chance. I know that you want to. I heard you talking to him on the phone, when you found out about the fake story. You looked to him for help, because deep down you know that he’s a real friend. A protective friend.”

“His protectiveness is no justification for how he treated you and me.”

“That’s true, and he would agree with that,” your shoulders dropped, “Sometimes, that instinct can go awry. It can lead people down the wrong path. He certainly went down the wrong path in this case, and he owned up to that with me. And I love you, but right now, the shoe is on the other foot.”

Jimin was upset. It wasn’t difficult to read the conflict happening internally, but he wouldn’t let himself voice it. He was simply waiting for you to finish.

“You have that same protective nature in you, and that makes you a wonderful friend to people, and the best boyfriend and future father. But can’t you see how this part of you is keeping you from mending your friendship? It’s becoming destructive. Please don’t let it go on.”

Your phone buzzed again. You glanced down to read the text.

“They’re here. Now is the time to decide what you’re going to do.”

A couple more minutes passed as you waited to hear a knock on the door. That time was silent between the two of you. He took a bag of dry rice from the cupboard and measured out enough for four people. You remained standing next to the island until the moment to let the pair in arrived.

You went to let them in, while Jimin stayed there, keeping to himself.

When you opened the door, they wasted no time in making their way inside. This wasn’t the occasion to linger in the hallway.

After you had closed the door, Hana gave you a long hug, “It’s going to be okay.”

“Thanks,” you sighed into her shoulder, “This just feels so strange, kind of like when I found out I was pregnant. I almost don’t believe it’s really happening.”

Namjoon gave you a hug as well, which was unexpected but couldn’t have been more appropriately timed, given the short conversation you’d just had with Jimin.

The tall man said to you, “We are here for you guys. Whatever you need.”

Your boyfriend was listening in the kitchen, starting to feel like a child. He was frozen, pride keeping him rooted to the floor, unable to go and greet them. That’s when it began to feel plain stupid, and he was surprised with himself.

His entire world was just shaken to the core, and he was just standing there, too stubborn to greet a guy he’d known and loved for years, who came to offer solace?

It still didn’t feel great. In fact, it required him summoning more willpower than he would have liked, but he put everything aside to walk out and meet them.

Namjoon released you from the hug when he saw Jimin appear, nervous that the act would make him angry. On the contrary, the younger man inhaled, relaxed his shoulders, and walked forward.

You were studying your boyfriend’s face, trying to predict what he’d do, or what he’d say. For a moment, it was impossible to decipher. Hana was watching closely too, hoping she wasn’t about to witness a chiding.

Namjoon’s expression was full of regret, “I…I can’t imagine what this is like for y-”

Jimin shook his head and released a pent up huff, tugging him into an embrace. He patted his back firmly and cleared his throat.

“Thank you for being here.”

The weight of the situation wasn’t enough to prevent you from smiling softly. Both of them deserved to have this friendship back.

The leader was surprised, but eased into the hug, “I am so sorry.”

He knew he wasn’t apologizing out of sympathy for the circumstances, but for their past arguments.

“I know you are.” Jimin said.

Sensing that the guys needed a moment to themselves, Hana nudged you a bit. She directed you to move back in towards to living room with her eyes. You were happy to follow her lead, relieved to see them start to make up.

As your friend got you situated and comfortable on the couch, Jimin and Namjoon seemed to retreat into the kitchen.

The visitor fell right into helping the other prepare some food. Apparently, rice and some form chicken were on the menu.

Namjoon took over the rice, while Jimin started on the chicken, spicing it up to toss in an air fryer.

“Has the company called you?”

“Yeah, not that long ago. They’re not pleased.”

“Didn’t think they would be,” the older said, “Knowing how they operate, is there anything they…you know…want you to do?”

Jimin’s jaw tightened. He stealthily peaked around the wall to make sure you weren’t listening in. You were laying down on the couch, Hana perched casually on the other end of it. You were rubbing your bump, lost in your own chat, giving him permission to share aloud something he didn’t want you to know.

He lowered his volume, tone burdened with disgust, “They want me to make some sort of statement, apologize for ‘setting a poor example’. I realize we broke the rules, and I know that having children out of wedlock isn’t society’s ideal. But I outright refused to do that. I got pretty pissed off actually. If Y/N hadn’t walked into the room while I was on the phone, I might have said some pretty severe things.”

“You have a right to be pissed,” Namjoon encouraged, “They’re asking you to effectively betray Y/N, not to mention your own kid. You’d be casting such a negative light on them if you did that.”

“Exactly,” Jimin was maintaining his temper, “I understand the way this happened wasn’t the straight, traditional way. Honestly, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, what Y/N and I have gone through. But to turn around and publicly say that I regret any of it…”

“Would be insane,” the leader finished the thought, “Because you found the love of your life. You could never be expected to apologize for that.”

For some reason, the younger of the pair found himself cracking a smile, which grew into a subtle laugh.

Namjoon mirrored the chuckle, “What’s so funny?”

Jimin glanced back at him, “Nothing. It’s just kind of humorous to hear you say that, after all this time.”

He shrugged and chuckled some more, “Well, she is, isn’t she?”

The laughter died down, but a small grin remained, “She is. And thank you for acknowledging that.”

“I’m sorry it took so long, but now I’m happy to. I really want you to believe me when I say it.”

“I believe you. If there’s anything anyone can count on Kim Namjoon for, it’s the truth.”

It was a full house when the evening rolled around. All of the guys made their way over to your place eventually. Namjoon and Hana stayed the whole time.

It felt like someone had died - everyone coming over to offer their condolences. They were sorry for your loss of your job, yours and Jimin’s privacy.

During the day, your mother called you to check on you. Still nothing from the company. And not a word from your father, but that was something you'd gotten used to by now.

All of you were in the living room, scattered about on the couch, on chairs, some on the floor. You thought you knew what it felt like to be drained before, but this was yet another level.

“You know, I actually think those pictures of you guys leaving the hospital are kind of awesome,” Yoongi mentioned, “Holding hands, and neither of you look afraid. You come across as very united and strong.”

You appreciated the sentiment, “I’m glad, because ‘strong’ is not the word I’d use to describe how I felt in that moment.”

“Have you guys seen the photos?” Taehyung asked.

“No,” sighed Jimin, “It’s unnecessary.”

Hoseok remarked, “Probably for the best to keep off social media for a few more days. I don’t want to disturb you, but there’s a lot being said out there.”

Jungkook, wanting to save you both from worrying too much, added, “Not all of it is bad, though. If it helps…”

Jimin didn’t want to discuss what was being said, but you weren’t used to this. You didn’t know how to simply block it out, shield yourself from it totally. It was a human curiosity, to know one's own reputation and what people were saying.

Out of curiosity, you inquired, “What are some of the positive stuff?”

The youngest member offered you a more pleasant expression, though you could tell it was forced for your sake, “Many people are trying to support you guys, defending you against those who don’t have the kindest opinions. Actually, a lot of fans are congratulatory. Shocked, but happy.”

“R-Really?” you grinned softly. Maybe a little superficial of you, but it was a bandaid to hear that a portion of the masses didn’t hate you.

The father of your child picked up on the optimism in your voice. He played along with Jungkook’s narrative, wanting to increase your relief wherever he could.

Jimin smiled halfway, “There are always good people out there. You’ll learn over time to tune out the negative voices.”

“Do they know my name? Or my job?”

Hana giggled ironically, taking advantage of the lightness in the air, “Surely, you know that their fans are capable of impeccable detective work. Of course they’ve figured out your name by now. I didn’t see anyone discussing your role at the company, but it’s only a matter of time before that comes out too.”

You shrugged, “My former role anyway.”

Taehyung frowned, “Have they made that official?”

You shook your head as your doting boyfriend rubbed your knee, “Still waiting for that call…And the call about the lab results.”

“What lab results?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, eyes darting between you and Jimin.

Not all of them had been updated on the outcome of your hospital visit. Hana and Namjoon knew and waited for you to elaborate with sullen expressions.

You bit down on your bottom lip. Sensing your hesitation, Jimin lifted that burden from you by explaining it himself.

He let out a breath and told them, “The doctor is now concerned about a condition called preeclampsia. Without going into too much detail, it really wouldn’t be good for Y/N or the baby. We should have those results in a day or two.”

You looked into your lap. The room went silent for a moment.

“I can’t believe Chaeyoung…” Jin muttered, “All the mess she’s caused.”

“I never would have guessed it was her.” Hoseok agreed.

Jimin closed his eyes, preventing himself from flying off the handle, “Don’t get me started on that right now.”

You rubbed his shoulder as an attempt to ease him up. He was trying to manage your nerves, and you were trying to deal with his. You were determined to help each other, prepared to set your feelings aside in order to help one another cope.

“At least Seoyeon’s statement was decent.” Yoongi remarked.

Jimin groaned, putting his face into his palms, “Fuck, I completely forgot about that being published.”

“What does ‘decent’ mean?” You asked, attentive to his emotions.

He shrugged with arms crossed, “Means it wasn’t provocative. She and her husband said that initial rumor was totally untrue. And there was zero mention of your past relationship with her.”

“Yeah, but any statement from her is basically null and void now,” Jimin huffed, “The purpose was to convince the public that there was no baby on the way. It would have bought us some more time.”

“Well, at least now the public won’t believe that you fathered two children with different women.” replied Yoongi.

Your love had reached his limit. He rose from his seat, unable to withstand any further conversation. He looked down at you and stretched out his hand, “Baby, I think it’s time you get some rest.”

Reluctantly, trying to translate the message in his eyes, you took his hand and let him pull you up, “Okay…”

His faculties were fried, eyes a bit dazed, “Yeah, you need to sleep. Long day.”

The others were taking the cue to head out, rising from their spots. It was inarguable that your eyelids had been feeling heavy, but the abrupt discontinuation left you confused.

Within minutes, the large group filtered out of your home, each of them wishing you both well and giving some final reassurances for the night. You could tell they were a little perplexed and maybe even a concerned about Jimin’s quick change in demeanor, but there was a collective knowledge that it was best to let it be for now. If he needed some space, they weren’t about to protest.

It was the two of you once again.

Jimin had been the one to close the door behind Jin, who was the last one out. He turned back to you, face now reading as apologetic. You looked puzzled as ever.

“I just couldn’t do it anymore,” he said, “I want to sleep.”

You nodded as he came into you, kissing you lightly. He pulled away and you held his face there for a moment, which he relished. His eyes closed, taking comfort in your affectionate touch.

“I’m tired too. Just don’t use me as the scapegoat next time.”

He broke into a chuckle, as did you.

“You weren’t the scapegoat. I wasn’t making anything up. I do have to make sure you get your rest. Those guys would have talked our ears off until sunrise.”

You got ready for bed together. You changed into one of his t-shirts, a plain white one. Standing over the sink, brushing your teeth, you thought nothing of it. That is, until Jimin pointed it out.

He was sitting on the bed in the next room, observing you with an ironic, weary grin, “That’s the t-shirt that started this whole mess, right?”

You looked at it with fresh eyes in the mirror, and then it clicked. This was the shirt you were wearing in the airport, the one that Seoyeon noticed.

You spit into the sink for the last time and shut off the faucet, “I guess it is.”

You heard him mumble, “I have half a mind to burn that thing.”

The following morning, you were out of bed before Jimin was. You made yourself some breakfast and decaffeinated coffee, and perched on the couch. Intentionally starting the day with something less stressful, you were flipping through the baby naming book as you ate. There were a few favorites you had from when the two of you began discussing, and you wanted to look at them again, just to see if you still felt the same about them.

This led to an idea to create a list of everything that needed to be done for your little one. You retrieved a pen and paper, feeling some movements in your womb.

Yawning, you put a hand on your stomach, "Good morning, little love. I'm going to write down some things that Daddy and me need to do before you come to meet us. Let's see...We need to build you a nursery."

As you wrote that down, your imagination drew a picture of what that might look like and you ended up with a soft smile, "I'm thinking a light green for you. What do you think of that, baby? Then we can have a rocking chair in one corner, maybe next to a little bookshelf filled with lots of bedtime stories...Although I have a feeling that Daddy will prefer singing to you, rather than reading."

You took a sip of your coffee, "What else? Oh, we need to stock up on lots of supplies. Diapers, wipes, bottles, burping cloths, onesies, socks...Lots of things, it turns out. At least in this mess, I'll have more time to focus on getting ready for you. I promise I’ll be ready for you.”

The father of this child was standing in the doorway to the master bedroom, having gotten out of bed without making a sound. He wore a tired smile, listening to you make harmless chatter to the baby you were carrying.

“Daddy is more than ready for you,” you said, jotting down the previous items onto the notepad, “Sometimes it feels like he’s more prepared than I am for this. You truly are at the heart of every move he makes. You’ll see…you and I both won the lottery with him. And if you turn out to be a girl, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

He couldn’t hold back his chuckle, causing you to break your train of thought and turn your head.

“Sorry,” his hoarse, deep morning voice spoke, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”

You smirked and went back to writing, “Less of a conversation, moreso just me babbling, thinking of things that we need to do. Which is a lot, apparently.”

Through puffy lips, he grinned again, “Tell her I love her. I’m going to take a shower.”

As he abandoned his post and went into the master bathroom to wash up, you looked down at your belly and whispered, “See? He loves you more than anything. And don’t forget I love you too.”

You continued to bond with your baby, feeling him or her stretch and wiggle as you went about your business with this list. It gave you something else to focus on, as if you hadn’t been outted to the world less than twenty-four hours prior.

This bubble was short-lived, burst open by the phone call you’d been dreading ever since you found out you were pregnant.

Stomach curling, you answered nervously, “H-Hello?”

“Y/N,” the male voice greeted you, “Good morning. This is Minjun. We met a few days ago in my office?”

“Yes,” you gulped, “I remember.”

There was no point in asking what this was about. The moment had arrived.

“Well, I don’t want to take up much of your time, especially considering recent developments. And I think you know what I must discuss with you, right?”

Though your heart’s pace picked up, you were relieved that Jimin wasn’t around to hear this.

“I do.” you said.

Minjun sighed, telling you that he didn’t take pleasure in this, “You haven’t been with the company long, but you know the rules when it comes to staff relationships, particularly with the artists. I am not blind to the fact that this has been and will continue to be tumultuous for you, but I’m afraid I have no choice but to terminate your employment with us.”

You made no attempt to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes. Blinking, one escaped the confines of your lower lid and fell. However, your voice remained relatively normal.

“I understand. This has been a long time coming. I really wish it could be different, because I’ve loved this job, but…”

You were going to reiterate that you understood why they had to fire you. That you knew they had to enforce their rules, and that you knew why those rules were there in the first place. But then you realized that you didn’t.

You didn’t understand. Yes, you were aware of the industry’s culture and attitudes when it came to dating, but you didn’t agree with it at all. Why was it forbidden for people to fall in love? It made no sense to you.

Minjun asked, “But?”

You considered chewing him out, making him the soundboard for your frustrations. But you couldn’t. If anything, you didn’t have the energy and you wanted to remain calm, for the sake of avoiding another episode like the one you had the day before.

“Nothing.” you replied.

“Very well,” he said, “Now, we need to begin the process of offboarding. We will need you to turn in your work computer, obviously, as well as any documents you may possess. Sketches, notebooks, things like that.”

“My designs?” you asked, “You need all my ideas?”

“The company maintains ownership of intellectual property that was created during a staff member’s tenure.”

You were silent. You had to give up all of your ideas, all your sketches and dribblings. Things that hadn’t yet come into fruition. They weren’t even yours anymore - apparently they never were.

Even so, you were in no shape to argue or get your blood boiling.

“Okay,” you sighed, “Anything else?”

“We understand that you have a health issue to deal with at the moment. Do you think this will have an impact on your ability to come into the office to turn in your things and sit for an exit interview?”

“Um, it might…There’s a possibility that I will be put on bed rest. What would this interview entail?”

Minjun replied, “It would be informal. The purpose would be to get a full understanding of what’s been going on here. Jimin confirmed the gist, but we’d like to be well-rounded in our knowledge of this.”

You couldn’t wrap your brain around that for some reason, “O-Okay…I’ll wait to confirm that until I hear back from my doctor.”

“I see. I’ll reach back out in a few days on that. You’ll be receiving a formal letter of termination via email by the end of the day. We will talk again soon.”

When he hung up the phone, you remained in a state of pause. It had happened, and despite having mentally prepared yourself the best you could, you somehow couldn’t believe it really came to pass. It was over. You’d lost the best job you ever had. No longer could you call yourself a stylist for the world’s most sensational band.

Another tear rolled down your face, yet you didn’t feel particularly emotional. A numbness had taken root somewhere, guarding you from another breakdown episode.

Your little one kicked, and you put your phone down with a sigh. This had to happen, but it was a small price to pay for what you’d been given - a child fathered by the most amazing, enchanting man you’d ever met. You wouldn’t lose sight of that critical fact.

Jimin returned a short while later, dressed and hair blow-dried. You’d gone into the kitchen to find something to eat, though you weren’t hungry. If anything, you just wanted something else to do other than wallow.

He heard you dawdling around in the kitchen as he picked up the list you’d written from the coffee table in the living room.

Eyes trailing down the paper, he cracked a grin and called to you, “This is a very thorough list.”

“Oh,” you said, “Thanks.”

Your tone was far too sullen for his liking. Brows furrowed, he set the notepad down and started towards the kitchen. He found you putting some bread into the toaster.

“What happened, baby? You didn’t go on social media, did you?”

You inhaled deeply and let it out, turning to him, “No, I didn’t go online. Minjun called me just now...”

Jimin’s face fell, knowing what it meant. Inwardly, he was furious that Management didn’t give you more time to breathe, after your episode, but his expression was nothing but disappointment.

Your eyes began to well up again. And as soon as your drew in a hitched breath, he rushed to bring you into his arms. You were pressed against his chest, eyes squeezed shut as you let out a small sob that stole a piece of his heart.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, holding the back of your head and rubbing your hair, “I’m so sorry.”

Your voice was muffled against his shirt, “I just really loved that job. A-And that job led me to you…”

He kissed the outer part of your ear, “You still have me, sweetheart.”

“No, I know,” you sniffled, “I just wish I could stay. It could have been so wonderful, in a different reality. You and me, working at the same place. Our child could come in to be with us sometimes. It could have been so perfect, like a dream.”

“You are a dream to me.”

Though tears were still flowing, you started to smile and laugh a little bit.

“Now what’s so funny?” Jimin asked, confused yet happy to go along with your emotions.

Your tears were soaking his shirt at this point, but you were grinning wider, “Nothing. It’s just…How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Just, make everything brighter for me? Always, always find the right words to say? Every single time.”

He smirked and kissed you again, this time on the top of your head, “All I did was be honest with you.”

You sniffled once more, pulling away from his embrace just enough to allow room for yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. You looked up at him for a moment as he grinned ever so gently, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

His hands then traveled down to the sides of your belly. He glanced down to where your child was, nestled safely in your womb, between the two of you.

Rubbing your bump, he lowered his voice and got lost in his own heart, “In the midst of what can feel like a nightmare, I’ve got all a man could ever ask for. Getting to love a gorgeous woman, with a gorgeous soul. Getting to watch that woman’s belly grow as she carries my child. I get to come home to her now, but in the near future I’ll get to come home to both of them. That is a dream.”

You smiled softly, “I guess every dream has a little bit of nightmare in it.”

He chuckled, “The good and the bad. The sweet, and then the bitter. That’s been our story, huh?”

You nodded, grin fading, “It has.”

Then, simultaneously, your toast popped up and your phone began to ring from the sofa in the other room.

Jimin pecked your forehead, “I’ll make your toast, go see who it is.”

You left his arms to hurry into the living room. Picking up the buzzing and ringing device from the couch, your gut tightened with nerves. This was yet another call you’d been anticipating, only the outcome of this one was uncertain.

“Hello?” you answered, standing up.

“Y/N, good morning,” Doctor Yoon’s pleasant voice greeted you, “Is now a good time?”

Her tone acted as a soothing balm - you definitely found the right doctor.

“Hi, Doctor Yoon,” you said loud enough for Jimin to hear, “Yes, it’s a good time. I’ll put you on speaker.”

Predictably, your boyfriend came rushing into the room as soon as he overheard. His stomach was also in knots, assuming that this call would reveal your lab results. A lot was riding on this - the next few months of both of your lives.

Jimin did his best to sound composed, sitting down and encouraging you to sit beside him, “Hello, Doctor Yoon.”

“Good morning,” she greeted him back, “I’m glad to deliver some positive news for you guys. Y/N’s results have come back pretty normal.”

You both released a sigh of relief, postures loosening. Jimin grinned and kissed your temple.

“That’s wonderful.” you said.

“Yes, I would say you’re pretty fortunate. I’d like you to keep taking that medication and continue to take stress-relieving measures, but there is no diagnosis here.”

“So no bed rest?” Your boyfriend inquired.

“Not formally, no. However, I encourage you to take precaution, Y/N. Even though you don’t need to be in a sedentary state, it would be prudent to rest often. Take naps when you want, no overly strenuous activities. You know, take it easy, but feel free to live your life.”

You closed your eyes and tilted your head down, preventing yourself from scoffing or saying something too negative. Could you really feel free to live your life? Was that even possible at this point?

You pulled it together within seconds and lifted your tone, “Thank you so much. This is really good news.”

The doctor was jubilant, “Of course! Even though we did an ultrasound the other day, I’d still like to keep your appointment for next week. If anything, just to check in on you and keep tabs.”

You’d both forgotten that you had scheduled for her to come over for another ultrasound soon.

“We will see you then,” Jimin agreed on your behalf, “Thank you for everything, Doctor Yoon.”

“My pleasure. If any questions or concerns come up, you can always call.”

When the conversation ended and you hung up, Jimin threw his head back for a moment, basking in this weight lifting from his shoulders. His love and his unborn child were alright.

He chuckled, “What did I tell you, baby? Bad news, and now some really great news. Bitter, and then sweet.”

You offered a meager smile, “And so it goes.”

You didn’t seem quite as celebratory as he was, and he understood - no need to ask you what was the matter.

Jimin pulled you into him and softened his voice, “I’m just glad the two of you are okay. Also, your toast is burnt.”

Breaking into a short giggle, you rested against him, “Oh, good. Well I guess I should call Minjun back. He wanted to schedule an exit interview with me.”

His disdain was immediate and palpable, him parting from you to show you his concerned eyes.

“And you agreed to this?”

You shrugged, “Loosely, yeah. I didn’t really know what to make of it.”

Jimin pinched the small bridge of this nose, “I don’t know why I’m surprised at this point…You know you don’t have to do anything they want, right?”

If you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t considered that.

“I know…”

He went on, “Let me guess, Minjun told you they want more information about how this all happened?”

You nodded.

Jimin pulled off that trick of his, where he grinned in order to prevent himself from falling into rage. Shaking his head minimally, he inhaled sharply.

He looked up at the ceiling and then back at you, “They know I won’t be as forthcoming as they’d like me to be. I only told them the basics. I think Minjun wants to see if you’d be more detailed, because he figures he can sort of intimidate you into it.”

You looked down, “I don’t know. I get why they want a full picture…This is a shock to them and they probably are wondering how it happened.”

He took your hand, “I’m not going to tell you what to do. But you should at least realize that you are no longer their employee, and so you are no longer beholden to them. If being in that situation doesn’t sound appealing to you, then you have the right to decline. They don’t get to fire you and then expect you to accommodate them.”

You sighed, “When you put it that way I’m less agreeable to the idea. I’ll think about it. Part of me wants to go in there and tell him to his face, unashamed. And part of me wonders if I should stay away, or if they will use anything I say against me.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” Jimin replied, “I know I haven’t had the highest opinion of the company recently, but even I don’t believe they’d stoop that low. It would be like declaring war on their own artist.”

Your brows furrowed, “War?”

He said nothing, giving your hand a squeeze.

#jimin x reader #bts #fanfic #jimin #park jimin #angst #bts fanfic #romance #bts fic

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digitaljennifer · 2 years ago

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your wife | yoonseok + you

summary: your husband want to try something new and yoongi didn't mind to help.

pairing: min yoongi x f! reader x jung hoseok

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, dark, fingering, threesome, (m) masterbating, slight degradation, undertones of manipulation.

author note: it's not proof read and the grammar is not great nether ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ i wrote it when I was simping over sope and thought i should publish it . Btw we have a little bit of sub yoongi here.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful - if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

yoongi is disgusted with his behavior.

he hates that every interaction with you, his best friend’s wife, results in his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. all alone in his bedroom, he slips his hand underneath his boxers to do everything he can to relieve himself, and he whimpers pathetically from the slightest contact.

the walls of his shared apartment with Hoseok are way too thin.

he can hear your muffled moans, the sound of your whines feeding his heated state as he pumps even faster.

when he closes his eyes he thinks about how Hoseok fucks you, pictures how pliable you look underneath his large frame, and tries to imagine the squelching sound your pussy makes as Hoseok pounds into your cunt.

he cums all over himself, sinking his teeth into his pillowcase as a single tear trickles down his blushing face.

he swears he’s going to stop, that he would finally get a grip on these urges but he’s caught in a vicious circle.

it’s a dirty little secret he conceals - but the guilt wraps around his neck like a noose whenever you or hobi smile in his direction.

you love how much you’ve integrated yourself into Hoseok’s life, especially when it came to his cherished friendship with yoongi.

he always spoke so fondly of yoongi - and sometimes you wonder just how close they were before you were married to Hoseok.

you only recently began noticing a slight shift in Yoongi’s behavior.

you tried not to dwell on it at first and merely assumed that he was just going through something but one night, when you snuck away from Hoseok’s bed to use the bathroom, you approached the door and noticed a strip of light peeking out from underneath the frame.

you could hear low grunts coming from the other side, and your stomach coiled because you immediately picked up on what was happening. yoongi was moaning softly to himself, cursing under his breath until your name left him like a broken plea.

you quickly turned on your heel, marching straight back to your husband’s bedroom in utter shock. hook laughs when you tell him the story.

you were anxious and worried, but your boyfriend merely chuckled to himself with indifference.

“poor guy. he hates being alone. he must be getting frustrated, and it looks like he isn’t getting any action,” he explained with genuine sympathy, before proceeding to point out that he was the only reason why yoongi managed to get laid in the first place.

“I've been neglecting my duties since we got serious,” he pointed out with a shrug. you were surprised that he wasn’t more alarmed about the situation, but Hoseok reassures you that yoongi wouldn’t cross any lines.

at this point, you wanted to satisfy your curiosities and you boldly asked Hoseok if he’s ever helped out yoongi when he was this desperate.

“it’s happened a few times,” your husband honestly replies, “But Hyung and I know it doesn’t mean anything...”

the heavy silence is only broken when you shock Hoseok with a suggestion, by stating that maybe the two of you can assist yoongi in his current predicament.

your pretty hobi’s eyes glimmer with excitement and he can’t help but think what this could mean for the three of you in the future.

“Is this better, yoongi?” hobi murmurs, his thumb tracing over Yoongi’s throat as he looks down at him.

he’s standing next to the edge of the bed, while yoongi ays out flat across the mattress. his best friend nods his head, panting heavily as his slender fingers press into the meat of your thighs. he’s watching you grind your hips back and forth with hooded eyes.

his abdominals sink when you drag your nails across his torso, and you can’t help but smile over how pretty he looks melting beneath you.

“fuck, she f-feels...she feels amazing...ugh, you’re so perfect...” he cries, choking out a sob as you slowly raise your hips before dropping your weight back down over his length.

hoseok raises his brow with approval and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you hungrily before flashing you a tender smile.

“she is...”

his fingers curl underneath Yoongi’s minty locks, and he lightly massages his scalp.

“you act like such a needy brat when you don’t get what you want...” he huffs, bringing the tip of his leaky cock against Yoongi’s lips.

“now be a good boy and show me how thankful you are.”

fuck this is gonna be intense.

#yoongi #bts smut #smut #yoongi smut #kpop smut #min yoongi #min yoongi smut #bts yoongi #bts yoonseok #bts yoongi smut #sope #yoonseok #yoonseok smut #sub! hoseok #jung hoseok #jung hoseok smut #bts jhope #jhope smut #bangtan jhope

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gimmethatagustd · 25 days ago

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bad boy, good lips | pjm + jhs

Hoseok is a superhero's sidekick. Jimin is a villain. They make it work.

Pairing: Sidekick-In-Training Hoseok x Villain-In-Training Jimin (from "Falling Into You")

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Superheroes & Villains, college, established relationship, smut, slice of life

Word Count: 2,952

Content Warning: It's just a bathroom blowjob lol, fluff if you squint

A/N: Some people wanted to know more about Jihope in this AU, so I hope this short but sweet drabble is enjoyable for you! It's not necessary to read the first part of the series to understand this drabble, but you'll have a better experience if you read Part 1 first. Also if it isn't clear, Jimin is clairvoyant and Hobi is telekinetic/telepathic.

Soundtrack: Lilithzplug - CLEARED Remix

“Two superheroes, a sidekick, and a villain walk into a bar–”

“–and the superheroes pay for the drinks because they’ll be the ones with all the fame and glory,” Jimin finishes Yoongi’s sentence with a sharp grin.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi huffs as he holds the door open for his friends.

Jimin lets Hoseok and Taehyung enter first. Jimin knows that if he and Hoseok go first, then Taehyung will awkwardly try to get Yoongi to enter the bar before he does, even though Yoongi is the one holding the door, and then Taehyung will trip on his way inside and embarrass himself. As funny as Taehyung’s crush on Yoongi is, it can be painful to sit through – even now, when Yoongi and Taehyung are officially dating.

Jimin may be a villain, but he isn’t a sadist.

Besides, one highly possible outcome is that Taehyung gets all flustered and makes plants start shooting out of the ground, completely ruining the friends’ night out celebrating the end of finals. Boo.

Jimin turns around to stick his tongue out at Yoongi, ignoring the wide-eyed look on Taehyung’s face. The poor kid is so terrified of him that he’d buy the whole bar a round of shots if Jimin asked him to. It’s funny. Jimin is virtually harmless.

“Don’t Jimin-ah me, Min Yoongi. You can’t argue against this; I am all-knowing.”

In front of him, Hoseok snorts. It’s difficult to know what he has found amusing since Hoseok is always, intentionally or not, swimming in the inner thoughts of everyone around him. Jimin has long since gotten over the unnerving reality that his best friend can hear his thoughts. If anything, Hoseok should be thankful to Jimin. Having access to Jimin’s thoughts means having access to all the little glimpses of the future that flit through his head. Hoseok has said it’s challenging to sort through the mess of scenes, understandably so. It has taken Jimin years to gain control over his power of precognition.

“You are not all-knowing. You’re a glorified fortune teller,” Hoseok teases, confirming that his earlier snort was in response to Jimin’s cocky comment.

“Hyung, how dare you?” Jimin gasps as the four men find a booth near the back of the bar.

It’s a classic dive bar, dimly lit and vaguely smokey. The wooden table isn’t sticky when Jimin presses his palm against the surface as he slides into the booth, so that’s a win – not that he didn’t already know it wouldn’t be. Rare is it that anything surprises Jimin. He tries not to focus his energy on decoding the scenes that flit through his mind like specks of dust sparkling in the sunlight. Learning to shoo them away has taken time and diligent practice as a villain trainee.

Hoseok sits opposite Jimin, also sliding into the booth first. Taehyung quickly follows Hoseok without sparing Jimin a glance, leaving Yoongi to sit beside Jimin. They all already know that Yoongi will be the one to get their drinks from the bar once everyone decides on what they want. Though healing is Yoongi’s superpower, his entire personality is thoughtful and gentle.

The kindness of it all disgusts Jimin just as much as it fascinates him.

Sometimes, Jimin wonders if Yoongi can heal whatever part of Jimin made him a villain. It isn’t that Jimin minds that this is the path he has chosen for himself; after all, he knows what would’ve happened if he had chosen the path of a hero or sidekick. The thought of becoming something else makes Jimin’s brain itch.

A kick to the shin forces Jimin to blink, ripping his eyes from Yoongi’s profile to stare at Hoseok’s frown from across the table. Hoseok knows what Jimin is thinking, and Jimin doesn’t need words to understand him.

Hoseok believes Jimin is perfect the way he is. The narcissist inside Jimin agrees.

“Can someone pass me the specialty drink menu?” Taehyung chirps from the other end of the table. He speaks cutely, like he always does, each note sounding as sweet as he smells, floral yet a bit earthy, dirt beneath half-bitten nails.

Looking up from his phone, Hoseok eyes the menu where it’s propped up against the wall by a napkin holder. The laminated sheet is definitely sticky; Jimin doesn’t need supernatural qualities to tell him that. Luckily, with Hoseok around, there’s no need to touch the grimey thing. It takes little effort for him to use his telekinesis to lift the menu from one end of the table and gently drop it with his mind in front of Taehyung.

“How did your examinations go, Hobah?” Yoongi asks while he leans on his forearms to get closer to Taehyung so they can both review the menu.

“Ah, the usual,” Hoseok shrugs with a slight pout, “Combat still fucks me over, but Jimin has been helping me, so my scores should be much higher this semester.”

“Is that allowed?” Taehyung’s bright eyes slide from Hoseok to Jimin.

Wiggling a little in his seat, Jimin bites back a cocky grin.

“It isn’t not allowed,” Jimin settles on saying, punctuating his statement with an airy laugh.

He isn’t lying. As far as he knows, no rules at the various universities in Seoul prohibit superhero and sidekick trainees from fraternizing with villain trainees. Of course, it isn’t the smartest thing to do. Secret sharing across enemy lines can only come back to bite someone in the ass. Is Jimin disadvantaged because Hoseok has an intimate understanding of his combat style? Will Hoseok come to regret letting Jimin know his weaknesses?

Running his tongue along his bottom lip, Jimin watches Hoseok with his pretty lips parted in a slight smirk. Hoseok has more weaknesses than just poor combat skills.

“If you need anything, let me know,” Yoongi offers.

“Do you think I would hurt him?” Jimin plays affronted, and Yoongi sees right through it.

Yoongi sighs, but his lips quirk with a smile when he and Taehyung share a small look.

“Just figure out what you want to order, yeah?”

After the three tell Yoongi their drink orders, he leaves the table to relay the information to the bartender at the counter. It only takes about three seconds before Taehyung shoots out of his seat, muttering something about helping Yoongi carry their drinks before the kid scrambles toward the bar counter.

“You freak him out,” Hoseok observes with a chuckle that Jimin mimics.

“I can’t imagine why.”

“It’s how sneaky you act.” Hoseok props his elbow on the table and holds his chin in his hand. “Like you know something he doesn’t.”

Jimin grins, teeth bright and sharp.

“But I do.”

“Mmm…” Hoseok’s dark eyes start straight into Jimin’s gray ones.

Looking for something? Jimin thinks, his grin spreading when Hoseok’s cheeks flush pink.

“Nothing in particular.”

You’re cute when you’re nosy.

“I hear; I don’t listen.”

Jimin scoffs, eyes rolling despite his playful expression.

Liar.

A blunt laugh punches out of Hoseok’s chest. He looks across the bar to see Yoongi and Taehyung hold hands while they wait for their drinks.

“You could be a villain if you wanted,” Jimin murmurs, careful not to talk too loudly in case other bar patrons are as nosy as his telepathic friend. “Your powers are perfect for it, and you have a certain… flair.”

“I would never.”

“Too good for it?” Jimin’s grin is impossibly bright.

Hoseok chews his bottom lip for a moment. It's shiny with spit when he releases it from between his teeth.

“Something like that,” he admits, leaning back against his seat.

Ignoring Hoseok’s non-answer, Jimin rests both forearms on the table and leans forward, making up for the distance Hoseok put between them when he rested against the back of the booth.

“Would you like to know what I see in your future, Hobi hyung?” Jimin purrs.

“You already know the answer.”

“I want you to say it anyway.”

“Fine,” Hoseok concedes with a cheery smile, “I would love to know what you see in my future, JimJam.”

“I see you pressed against the bathroom door of this shitty bar while I suck you off so good you start crying.”

Evil satisfaction bubbles in Jimin’s hot veins when Hoseok closes his eyes and slowly inhales, pulling his upper body up and inward. It takes time to recover from Jimin’s bluntness, though Hoseok should be accustomed to his behavior. Never one to run out of confidence, Jimin has thousands of possibilities flipping through his brain like a Rolodex, each categorized by the probability of Jimin getting the best outcome for his personal gain.

Seducing Hoseok was one of Jimin’s personal bests.

“There is no future in which you can resist me,” Jimin had cooed in Hoseok’s ear the first time they fucked.

It was quick and hardly memorable, both of them young college kids heavily intoxicated, too worried about shoving each other in the bathroom of some random house party and getting their skinny jeans around their thighs to care about much else. Heroes, villains — none of it mattered.

Still, none of it does.

“Yoongi hyung is thinking about the face masks he bought to use later tonight with Taehyung,” Hoseok says carefully, finally opening his eyes. He watches their friends at the bar. “Tae wants to go home because he’s tired. And because you freak him out. He’s giving himself a two-drink max.”

When Hoseok turns back around, Jimin is already getting up.

“It’s going to take them a while to get our drinks. That bitch in the pink will cut Yoongi in line, and he’ll be too nice to say anything,” Jimin gestures with a jerk of his head in the direction of a girl inching toward the bar.

As the two men pass the bar counter on their way to the bathroom, Jimin lightly touches the elbow of the girl in the pink halter top.

“God, it’s taking a while, isn’t it?” he whines with a pout. The girl’s frown deepens.

“Yes! Like, what the fuck! I don’t understand why they only have one bartender when it’s getting so busy.”

Meddling with the future isn’t something Jimin believes in. No, he prefers to… leave suggestions sprinkled about, nothing major. Planting seeds is better than bulldozing trees. Miss Pink Halter Top was going to be a bitch about the service anyway; Jimin only gave her a little push in the right direction.

Smug and satisfied with himself, Jimin laces his fingers with Hoseok’s. They’re far more graceful slipping into the single-person bathroom in the back of the bar than they had been at that college party nearly four years ago. Experience has allowed Jimin to know how Hoseok likes being touched, kissed, and cared for.

Comfortable with the veil of protective mystery that comes with an on-and-off relationship, Jimin doesn’t worry about what Hoseok does when they aren’t together; he knows he’s the only one who can treat Hoseok right.

Besides, Jimin knows every possible end to their relationship; all he ever sees is the two of them, hand-in-hand.

The moment Hoseok locks the bathroom door behind them, Jimin falls to his knees in front of him. Hoseok looks good from this angle, jaw sharp and eyes narrowed when he peers down at Jimin’s expecting mouth.

“Stop thinking about how pretty I am,” Hoseok rolls his eyes, but his cheeks flush bright pink, and a heart-shaped smile brightens his face. “It’s embarrassing when you have your face against my…” He waves at his crotch.

“Relax, hyung,” Jimin purrs, biting the zipper of Hoseok’s pants and tugging while he opens the button with his fingers.

Toned and impossibly smooth, Hoseok’s thighs quiver as Jimin tugs his jeans and briefs halfway down, far enough to free his cock. It hangs limp, not yet hard, but Jimin knows in more ways than one that it won’t take long to get Hoseok worked up.

All Jimin has to think about is them fucking, and Hoseok is already whimpering.

“You have to tell me if someone’s coming,” Hoseok whispers. The back of his head stutters and thuds against the bathroom door when he lets his head fall back.

“Won’t you hear them?”

“I can’t—” Hoseok inhales sharply when Jimin flicks his wet tongue across the tip of his cock. “I can’t concentrate.”

Suckling the head of Hoseok’s cock, Jimin hums lightly in understanding, though he doesn’t care if someone comes. The door is locked. Even if Hoseok is loud, Jimin won’t find it in him to feel bad. There’s a second bathroom people can use; they aren’t doing anything bad.

This behavior is elementary, vanilla, and amateur. Jimin would love to do worse.

Jimin opens his mouth wider to take more of Hoseok’s cock down his throat, sucking with hollowed cheeks and letting spit bubble at the corners of his mouth. Messy head is neither good nor bad for Jimin, but he loves how vocal Hoseok becomes when he wets his cock, all slick and warm.

“Fuck,” Hoseok moans through a shuddery breath.

Hoseok’s eyes squeeze shut, and he quickly lifts the hem of his hoodie to keep it out of the way when Jimin begins bobbing his head.

Fully hard, Hoseok’s cock twitches in Jimin’s hand when he pumps the base where he doesn’t reach with his mouth. He could swallow Hoseok whole, but the little golden speckles of future flickering in Jimin’s mind tell him that a little twist of his wrist is going to make Hoseok cum faster. Not that Jimin wants to keep this short, but he’s in a generous mood and doesn’t want to leave Taehyung and Yoongi waiting too long.

“Just, just like that.” Hoseok digs his fingers in Jimin’s silky pink hair using his free hand. He doesn’t push; he just scratches his nails against Jimin’s scalp as tingling encouragement.

Taking more of Hoseok into his mouth, Jimin maintains a consistent pace. His lips redden and swell, getting hot and spit-slicked as they stretch around Hoseok’s cock. He licks the underside and hums in satisfaction when Hoseok’s hips stutter.

It’s hard and fast how Jimin works his cock while Hoseok does his best to keep his back plastered to the bathroom door and his heart-shaped mouth shut. Little whimpers escape his pretty lips, but he’s always been vocal. It’s one of Jimin’s favorite things about him.

“Jimin,” Hoseok whispers, a warning Jimin doesn’t need.

Putting a bit of pressure on Hoseok’s balls as he holds his cock, Jimin lightly squeezes them, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. That, combined with the ruthless pace of Jimin swallowing Hoseok’s cock, finally has Hoseok shaking under him.

“Shit shit shit.”

It hurts how hard Hoseok pulls his hair, but Jimin doesn’t care. Jimin keeps his gray eyes locked on Hoseok as he cums, pulling back far enough to let his cum spurt on his tongue. If it were another day and another place, Hoseok would lean back a bit further.

“Good?” Jimin asks sweetly after showing Hoseok that he has swallowed.

Hoseok nods weakly and finally uncurls his fingers from Jimin’s hair. It’s mechanical, as though his body isn’t yet his own, his orgasm temporarily stealing his autonomy from him.

With Hoseok’s help, Jimin rises to his feet. His knees ache from kneeling on the hard concrete floor, and the denim is dusty. Jimin would like to think he has a little more class than getting on his knees in a dingy bar bathroom, but when it comes to Hoseok, he’s willing to make compromises.

Jimin is hard, too. Hoseok’s eyes drop to the bulge in his jeans, but Jimin presses his fingers against the underside of his chin to lift his head.

I’m fine.

Sometimes, it’s nice not to have to say things out loud.

Sweat makes Hoseok’s blonde bangs stick to his forehead. Jimin brushes the hair from his face and admires the pink glow highlighting his features. For a long time, he thought he’d never find someone to pull those vulnerable, uncomfortable emotions out of him: affection and love.

Hoseok, though? There’s something about him that’s different.

“You know I love you too, right?” Hoseok asks with creeping hands wrapping around Jimin’s waist.

His turn to be shy, Jimin scoffs and turns his cheek to Hoseok when he leans in for a kiss.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhm,” Hoseok’s smile is there in the sounds he makes; Jimin doesn’t need to see it. “What are the odds Taehyung and Yoongi will ditch us?”

Sometimes, Jimin wonders if the illness Taehyung had might happen to him, too, though he knows it’s unlikely. Taehyung’s powers are nothing like Jimin’s. Still, Jimin feels something tighten and twist in his chest when he thinks about how good it is to be loved by Hoseok.

“We could go out there and be honest about what we were doing, and they’ll complain but eventually get over it,” Jimin explains, his fingers finding Hoseok’s to intertwine with them at his hips, “Or we pretend like nothing happened, and they’ll be uncomfortable the rest of the night, wondering.”

The smirk that blossoms across Hoseok’s face is prettier than any flower Jimin has ever seen.

“Let’s make them suffer,” Hoseok laughs when Jimin’s eyebrows raise.

“Oh? Is someone playing the villain today?”

Pulling Jimin into a hug, Hoseok nuzzles the side of his neck.

“You’re a bad influence on me, JimJam. But I like it.”

Triumphant, Jimin grabs the back of Hoseok’s head and pulls him into a kiss. Despite the taste of Hoseok on Jimin’s tongue, the kiss is innocent and slow. What Jimin can’t verbalize, he can give Hoseok through his thoughts and actions. For now, that’s all they need.

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setsuuestsu · 5 months ago

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Feveruary Day 4

Prompt: Herbal Remedy

Sickie: Namjoon | Caretakers: Jimin, Jin

Word Count: 434

Notes: Looked up a root, works for this illness in a different form I think, so don’t follow what I wrote because I panicked and am 100% unsure if this method works, so don’t try this at home I suppose? Also spacing is a bit weird since i’m on mobile

“Do you want something for your throat?” Jimin asks worriedly.

It’s not often that Namjoon falls sick, but when he does, the entire group opts for babying him for a change. It’s easy to forget that even though he’s their leader, his age stands in the middle of the hyung line and the maknae line.

The leader, who is looking more like a pitiful burrito than BTS’ sexy leader, lets out a tiny cough that has the members’ hearts melting. Once the small coughing fit ends, Namjoon nods in Jimin’s? No, he doesn’t really know, but it’s in someone’s direction. His vision is too blurry to be able to tell his lovely members apart at the moment.

Jimin leaves to presumably head to the bathroom where they keep all the medications they need in the dorm. It’s usually stocked with cold and flu tablets, allergy pills, painkillers, cough drops, and whatever else Hoseok thinks to buy in his spur-of-the-moment restocks.

It’s a few minutes where Namjoon is left coughing, praying that either a, he loses his throat because it hurts so bad or b, Jimin returns quickly and he takes the medication and his throat magically becomes better within the next five seconds.

Finally, Jimin returns, squinting as he tries to read the label on the back of the cough syrup bottle. He opens his mouth to read the instructions when the bottle is slapped out of his hand.

Jimin immediately snaps up with a gasp, ready to fight whoever has committed such a heinous act but shuts his mouth when he sees it’s Jin. “Jin hyung, why did you do that?”

The eldest scoffs. “You want to feed him that liquid hallucination? I just know he’s going to start hallucinating or something if he takes that medication!”

His response earns him a huff. “That was only in some people, not all!”

Jin exits the room and returns a moment later with a mug and a handful of some root of … something.

“What the hell is that?!” Jimin asks, both curious and flabbergasted.

Jin throws it into the mug. “Echinacea root. It’ll work, I promise.”

He holds the mug to Namjoon’s lips, nodding when their sick leader immediately slurps the … root water down his poor, sore throat.

It seems to work because or maybe Jimin’s imagining things, but a bit of color starts to return to Namjoon’s cheeks. Not that he wants to agree with Jin’s methods but … it worked. The mysterious herbs worked.

And in the end, Jin is the true winner, leaving Namjoon’s room laughing like a windshield wiper.

#sick!namjoon #sick namjoon #caretaker jimin #caretaker jin #bts #bts sickie #bts sickfic #feveruary

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comfortjoonie · 8 months ago

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sick joon drabble

thoughts of an extremely nauseous joonie..

he's exhausted and emotional from puking all day, and despite yoongi trying to feed him, he's basically refused all food after 3pm since he couldn't keep anything down. his stomach is roiling.

he's sitting on the bathroom floor, rocking back and forth a little and staying near the toilet.

hoseok and yoongi are both with him, hoseok rubbing his back and yoongi offering quiet words of comfort. seokjin is in the doorway, texting joon's mom to ask for advice since they're running out of ideas.

after a while, hoseok speaks. "you should go back to bed, joonbug."

namjoon inhales sharply, then shakes his head. everyone can see the tears of frustration in his swollen eyes, the way his lower lip juts out and shakes a bit.

"i know, baby. it's gonna be ok, though. you need to try and sleep," hoseok whispers, his voice breaking a little. he brushes a bit of hair off of namjoon's forehead, which just makes joon burst into heaving sobs.

"oh...my gosh, you poor thing," hoseok mumbles, pulling joon into a hug and rubbing his back. sliding his hand under joon's shirt and rubbing in gentle circles. namjoon continues to sob and starts hiccuping.

"jin-hyung, go get jungkook. we'll have him carry joon to bed," yoongi says, holding the glass of water with a straw to indicate to hoseok that namjoon should drink.

hoseok shakes his head. he wants joon to drink, but he knows he'll refuse and it'll just come right back up anyways.

namjoon keeps his head buried in hoseok's chest, his cries getting quieter. a few moments later, jungkook is leaning down next to him.

"come on, hyung. i'll carry you to bed."

guys i'm so sorry for my absence...life has been insane to say the least. i've been busy but i also got a really awful concussion that kind of took me out for a couple months and i'm just getting back to this...

but i love you all endlessly. seriously!! thanks for reading this far.

#bts #sick!namjoon #sickfic #btssickfic #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi #sick namjoon #sicknamjoon

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sickiesope · 7 months ago

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Hiii everyone, I'm back! Here's a December fic I came up with on a whim! JK and Hobi both get sick somehow at a Christmas party and try hiding it from everyone, including each other XD

Holiday mishaps

Sickies: Jungkook and Hoseok

Caretakers: Jungkook and Hoseok

TW: emeto

Jungkook wishes he dressed up a little more for this Christmas party. He's in a white fleece sweater and black jeans. Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung are in full on suits with flashy ties.

Drinks are offered and the tables are covered with food. Jungkook has been enjoying it, trying out different things. He had a variety of meats quite a bit of pasta. And then there's the desserts. He had candy, cookies, and cheesecake. After the cheesecake, Jungkook stops. It's so rich and doesn't agree with his stomach. That pasta was also pretty salty. "Ughh, that's not sitting right.." He feels queasy as his stomach churns uncomfortably with it.

Hoseok is having drinks with Yoongi and Namjoon. He's on his second one and feels buzzed. That alcohol can be sneaky and make him feel sour in minutes.

"Hoba, you still with us?" Yoongi sees his changing expressions.

Hoseok nods, quickly putting his half empty glass down. He doesn't like how it's mostly liquids stirring in his stomach. "I just gotta slow down is all.."

"Hm, good point. Don't wanna ruin that suit" Namjoon chuckles. "You should have some water and eat something."

Hoseok looks at the food table. He should probably eat but doesn't feel hungry. Jungkook sees Hoseok looking in his direction. No one can know that he's sick. The maknae smiles and waves to him, hiding his abdominal pain. Hoseok smiles and waves back, also trying to act normal.

Jungkook turns back around and nearly bumps into Jimin. "Whoa, Kookie, you good?"

"I'm sorry hyungie" *he burps into his hand suddenly* "uhh, 'scuse me.."

"No worries, you ok?"

Jungkook nods "mhm..never better!" He refrains from holding his middle. Instead he adjusts his sweater. "Do you think I'm underdressed?"

Jimin laughs out loud. "Nah, you look fine Kook" he brushes the soft sleeves with his hand.

"Yeah, you're right--" Jungkook stifles another burp. That one felt like a gag and he almost feels like throwing up. But that would be super awkward and spoil the vibe. Then again, this icky feeling inside is getting worse..

Hoseok tried eating some fruit but it seemed to backfire. His stomach roils inside in poor reaction. "Ughh, so much for that.." He hiccups and his stomach squelches. That doesn't feel good.

"Hyung, you doing ok?" Jungkook asks Hoseok now. Hoseok gives a thumbs up but backs away nervously.

"Everyone over here!" Seokjin is calling them for a picture. "Hobi, what are you doing? Come closer!" Hoseok holds his breath and cozies up to them, forcing a smile.

Jungkook is trying to look cheerful wedged between Taehyung and Jimin. They're all hugging tightly and he's afraid it'll squeeze the barf out of him. A terrible image that makes his stomach hurt. "..Did we get it?" Jungkook asks in a higher pitched voice. It feels like an eternity standing there.

"Let's take one in that corner, the lighting's better!" Taehyung suggests. Jungkook quietly groans at that idea and so does Hoseok. They do several more and Jungkook is spent. It feels like lead in his stomach and it hurts.

When the members are distracted looking at the results, Jungkook takes the chance and sneaks to the bathroom. He hates this feeling and wants to ease his queasy belly. He goes to the last stall that's partly hidden and locks it.

"I'll feel better after getting it out" he hopes.

Jungkook coughs wetly looking into the bowl. He feels it coming but it's a slower process than anticipated. He gags as his stomach churns with revulsion. Jungkook groans impatiently, almost wanting to change his mind. Does he really feel that sick?

His stomach says yes, making him heave up an atrocious wave into the bowl, turning the water clear to opaque in seconds. It's a thick yellow mushy paste and he moans in disgust at the sight. His body shakes rapidly as he gurgles up more of it.

Jungkook pauses once in a while, making sure he doesn't hear the door open or any footsteps. Still okay so far. His stomach contracts and he regurgitates more of his dinner. It's got a bittersweet taste that coats his mouth as it oozes out. He feels gross but it's not over.

Meanwhile at the bar, Hoseok is still debating what to do. He wants to barf but his stomach's just roiling in circles. He's trying to keep distracted hanging with Yoongi and Namjoon. The leader got them shots of tequila to celebrate their music achievements.

Oh no..

Hoseok knows that will definitely induce vomiting. But then realized that's exactly what he needs. Hoseok decides to take the shot and what ever happens, happens.

"Cheers!"

It burns his throat and disturbs his stomach fiercely. Hoseok gags and sprints to the bathroom.

Jungkook finally gets up and flushes the toilet. He actually does feel a bit better. And no one will know what happened, he smiles to himself. But then he looks down and gasps. The bottom of his white sweater got stained. "Awh shit!" JK cursed to himself. He thinks about trying to clean it, but worries he'll make it worse.

Just then, he hears the bathroom door and someone running in. Jungkook freezes. "Oh no, I'm caught.." But instead he hears another stall hastily open followed by a horrid retch, splashing loudly into the bowl. It startles him. What's going on? Who is that?? Jungkook wasn't sure but then recognized the shoes. "...Hobi hyung? Is that you?"

Hoseok's eyes widen, he didn't know someone else was here. And they just heard him vomit up a storm. Great. "Ughh, yeah.. it's me.. " Hoseok coughs and his stomach shoots up liquids like a fountain. He can still taste that tequila strongly and it smells even worse.

Jungkook hears all the awful sounds of Hoseok and he gets queasy again. He throws up and now they're both retching back to back.

Jungkook finishes and his stomach eases up. He finally got rid of it all. He goes to help Hoseok, who didn't have time to lock his door. "Hyung, what happened??"

Hoseok looks up briefly "T-tequila...and soju.."

Jungkook is shocked. He can't believe Hoseok was also sick tonight. How did he not notice?? Then again, they're both pretty good at hiding it..

"I didn't mean to make you sick Kook--" Hoseok dives his head expelling more.

"Oh no hyung, it's not your fault! I actually ate too much earlier" JK says sheepishly.

"And i had too much to drink" Hoseok groans, holding his abdomen. His throat hurts from the burning alcohol and stomach bile running through it. Jungkook rubs his nape as the dancer heaves twice more. The flow eventually fades and Hoseok pulls away. Miraculously, his suit is spotless.

"How do you feel now hyungie?"

"Hmm, I think I'm feeling..better?" Hoseok is surprised. His stomach just wanted to rid what was bothering it. "I'm never having tequila again."

"Oh, hyung, you still have a little on your chin" Jungkook gets a paper towel and gently wipes Hobi's face. Hoseok helps Jungkook clean his sweater. It isn't perfect but it is better.

"We should get out of here, the others are probably waiting."

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!jungkook #sick!hoseok #caretaker!jungkook #caretaker!hoseok #tw emeto

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xwonderfuldeath · 7 months ago

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x \ Obsession - Prologue / x

Warnings : None for this one !

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Taehyung's eyes remained fixed on the letter he held in his hand. It was clearly a contract, handwritten in refined penmanship, offering him a job as a model for Jeon Textile Industries. His eyebrows furrowed, making his already almond-shaped eyes appear even smaller, as he adjusted himself more comfortably in the chair. He lifted his dark gaze from the writing – though it was beautiful – and focused on the man in front of him. Tall and muscular, dressed in a simple tank top under an open jogging jacket, the man had introduced himself as Jung Hoseok, one of Jeon Company’s associates, here to recruit him.

“— I think I don’t quite understand, Mr. Jung. What makes you think I’d want to take Bogum’s place for this job? — The debt left behind by said Bogum, which amounts to – without interest – precisely one million, four hundred and one thousand, eight hundred and ten won. Mr. Jeon is already doing you a great favor by letting you work it off. — It’s not my debt! Mr. Jeon should go after Bogum for it! — Unfortunately, Mr. Park has left without an address or any trace. So, unless you happen to have that sum on you right now, I’d kindly advise you – for your sake and your child’s – to sign this contract.”

Taehyung stared at him, then looked at the contract, and finally back at Hoseok. It wasn’t his fault if Mr. Jeon, however grand and powerful he might be from his enormous office in a skyscraper, had been deceived like everyone else by his ex-fiancé. After all, it wasn’t his problem if that man had let himself be swindled out of so much money. Taehyung had nothing to do with it.

If Jungkook had been able to keep his masculine attributes in check, he wouldn’t have lost his company card or gotten scammed so easily. Taehyung refused to pay for his ex’s mistakes simply because someone else had to take the blame.

Of course, Jungkook couldn’t reimburse himself, but that didn’t give him the right to force innocents to cover others' debts. Besides, Taehyung was also a victim. He had trusted Bogum, just like Mr. Jeon had. He too had been robbed of his savings – the ones meant to help him stay afloat until his shop started turning a profit.

On top of that, Bogum had left him with a baby, claiming the mother would soon return to take the child back. Three months had passed since, and no one had come. So, Taehyung was just as much a victim of that sneaky Park Bogum, who had vanished, leaving behind only a three-month-old child and a mountain of debt.

“— I’ve told you already. This isn’t my fault. — Someone has to pay. I don’t make the rules. Besides, think of this as an opportunity: you’ll avoid shutting your shop and gain a bit more dignity.”

Hoseok wasn’t wrong. It didn’t take much intelligence to see that Taehyung’s situation was disastrous.

He lived above his shop, in a studio barely big enough to fit a couch and a kitchenette. The bathroom was under renovation, and the poor baby didn’t have a proper space to grow up in.

Backed into a corner, Taehyung didn’t have much of a choice anymore. Mr. Jeon’s persistence was becoming unbearable, and if signing this damn document meant no more daily letters, then so be it.

Frustrated, he grabbed a pen from a box and signed at the bottom of the page. There was no need to reread it; he knew every line by heart.

“— I’m glad to see you’ve finally come to your senses. A private jet will take you to your new life. I look forward to seeing you again.”

And so, Kim Taehyung, a single father under thirty, set foot for the first time on the island of Amagui.

From above, the island looked enormous. A thick forest surrounded it, stretching all the way to the edges of the beaches, while paved roads connected the city, a blend of tradition and modernity.

On Amagui, the rules were different from those in South Korea. The island answered to none of the capital’s laws, living by its own texts and its own way. This didn’t stop it from being a hotspot for luxury tourism, continually drawing more visitors – mostly the elite.

Everyone whispered that the island was haunted, but no one had ever been able to prove it. And anyway, while Kim believed extraterrestrials might exist, ghosts were a different matter. He wasn’t afraid of them anyway. After all, what could the dead possibly do to the living?

The drive from the airport to the city took about an hour, giving Taehyung the chance to take in the surroundings before being dropped off in front of the grand building of Jeon Textile Company. It was an enormous structure, tiled in black, with a colorful pathway resembling an unrolled piece of fabric leading directly to the type of entrance typical of such establishments. Four reception desks were stationed there, and the place buzzed like a hive, with employees rushing about, pressed by time and orders.

He approached one of the desks, reading the name tag pinned to the employee’s jacket: Choi-Mi. She was a pretty young blonde with long hair braided and styled into a half-bun. She immediately lifted her almond-shaped light-blue eyes toward him, her face lighting up with a smile.

“- Hello, and welcome to Jeon Company. How may I help you? - Hello. I was told Mr. Jeon is expecting me. - Your name? - Kim Taehyung.”

She quickly typed on her keyboard, her smile fading slightly as her expression turned serious. Pushing back her chair, she stood, revealing her petite stature, and motioned for him to follow her to the elevators.

Curiosity played across her face as she frequently glanced at the baby carrier Taehyung wore gently. The hood obscured part of the baby’s face, but not enough to hide the sweet princess, fast asleep, clutching a stuffed octopus in her tiny fingers. Although half-hidden, the baby looked adorable, her little feet moving in rhythm with the elevator’s ascent.

Still, the young woman remained silent, keeping her questions to herself. Upon reaching the top floor, Choi-Mi knocked three times on the large wooden door before allowing him to enter.

“- Mr. Jeon will see you shortly. He’s in a meeting at the moment, but feel free to help yourself while you wait. — Thank you.”

She bowed politely before heading back to reception, a satisfied smile on her lips. Taehyung stepped into the spacious office.

It was the quintessential wealthy person’s office: a massive wooden desk, two large sofas facing each other, and a bar stocked with bottles that likely cost more than his entire town. A coffee machine stood proudly nearby, complete with real porcelain cups, presumably handmade and custom-designed.

Taehyung was awestruck by the sheer luxury of this simple office. He didn’t dare touch anything, afraid he might accidentally break something. He placed the baby carrier on the glass coffee table in front of him, watching as the little angel stirred slightly from the change in motion.

The pretty doll let out a disgruntled whimper, frustrated by the lack of the reassuring movements from her father’s arms. She wiggled her tiny feet, expressing her disapproval.

“- Oh, someone seems grumpy. Don’t worry, Mina. Just a little longer, and you can come out of there.”

Only a grumpy babble replied. The stuffed octopus met an unfortunate fate in her annoyed little fingers, prompting Taehyung to gently lift her out of the carrier. Holding her delicately in his arms, her large green eyes seemed to brighten.

More cheerful babbling followed as the tiny princess observed her surroundings with wide-eyed wonder.

She had grown so much since he’d taken her in. Four months, and she already looked as though she understood everything. Without this little one, Taehyung might have given up entirely. No one would have mourned him. He had no ties to anyone, anyway.

“- Babies aren’t usually allowed in our establishment, Mr. Kim.”

- You caught me off guard, Mr. Jeon. What was I supposed to do? Leave her in a car in this heat?”

Jeon Jungkook remained silent at the remark, recognizing its logic, as he shut the large door behind him. He didn’t seem particularly moved by the sight of the baby, heading straight to the coffee machine. Out of politeness, he offered Taehyung a cup, which was politely declined.

Silence reigned as the coffee brewed until Jungkook returned to the couch. Sitting across from Taehyung, holding an expensive-looking cup in hand, he flashed a sly smile.

“I’m glad you finally gave in. I thought I’d have to come personally, you know? — Don’t congratulate yourself too much. I didn’t sign because of your charm. — Direct. I like that. As agreed, you’ll have company-provided housing nearby, with full childcare services for your daughter… — Mina. — Mina. She’ll be treated like any other child of the company. Everything is free, of course. But everything will be taken back if you break our contract. — I’ve read the fine print. — Perfect. Here are your house keys and your company car’s keys. You’ll find your phone, work computer, and schedule on a tablet at your new home. Any questions? — You mentioned the word ‘model’ in the contract, but it was vague. — Oh, believe me, you won’t regret signing.”

Jungkook said this, but Taehyung already bitterly regretted agreeing to sell his soul to a man like him. He had only known him for a few minutes and already wanted to wipe that smug smile and arrogant expression off his face. Yet again, he held back any remarks. He needed this job.

It would likely last only until Jungkook tired of this little game, but Taehyung didn’t mind much. He was rather pleased to have a car and a roof over his head, which he hoped was big enough to finally have a room and bed of his own, without having to give everything up for little Mina.

The company housing was simple: a small, fully renovated house at the back of a large, luxurious property, right next to an estate that seemed at least a century old. It was functional. There was even a room for the baby, though the walls were bare, and the furniture seemed randomly placed, devoid of any warmth or personality.

“- We’re home, Mina. Do you like it?”

The little one made a sound somewhere between displeasure and fatigue, drawing a laugh from Taehyung. He nodded approvingly, taking in the space with the same sense of emptiness. But that wasn’t important.

They just needed to paint, add more colors, hang some pictures here and there, add decorations… and they’d feel happy to be here. He was certain of it.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #min yoongi #park jimin #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #bad temptation #yoonmin #taekook #fluff #love #jung hoseok x oc #elyzabeth ivanovich #hoseok x elyzabeth

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crystalsnow95z · 2 years ago

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i had a sudden idea for a fic req. maybe poor jimin has a cold during one of bts' important meetings? like their speeches with UN and this makes jimin feel bad.

I struggled so much with this I don't know why..it's a bit short compared to my normal work. Forgive me🙏

I'm sorry it didn't turn out well, but the more i try to redo it, the more i hate it😅

"I don't know if I can do this..." Jimin eyes shifted to the others,watching them get ready for their own speeches, but no matter how hard I tried to suppress my cough to get through mine,I can't even get a quarter way before the painful cough escapes.

"Did you take the medicine before we left?" Hobi asks, looking up from his paper with worry in his eyes.

Jimin taking a tissue to spit the phlegm into. "I took medicine right when I woke up, and right after we got off the pla-" His coughing stops him from finishing the sentence, quickly grabbing a tissue to spit into, the mucus that filled his throat making him feel like gagging.

"Are you sure you don't just want to shorten your speech or just skip it all together? It sounds like you're losing your voice.." Jin suggests, but the idea of everyone else doing the speech was clearly out of the question.

Jungkookie is so nervous about it, I can see the paper shaking, and Namjoonie-hyung hasn't been able to sit still since we got here.. it wouldn't be fair for me to skip it, and I spent so much time on my speech.. I have to do this..

"No, no. I finally got my speech memorized. I'll mess up if I change..eh..eh..heh'tichiugh!" Jimin quickly covers his face, getting snot on the sleeves of his suit, pouting at the mess he made.

"Come on, Jiminie, let's get you cleaned up." Yoongi pulls Jimin by the elbow, leading him to the bathroom, wetting some paper towel to wash off the ends of his suit. "It's okay if you can't do it. If you're sick, you're sick. You can't control it." He dabs the mess away, careful not to just spread it further.

"I have to do this.. it won't feel right not to.. I'll just feel guilty the whole time.." Jimin sniffles, making him cough.

"Stop that, blow your nose." Yoongi scolds him, putting a hand on his shoulder before adding in a softer tone. "You'll just make yourself feel worse."

Jimin didn't think that was possible. He had to speak softer to stop his throat from hurting so much to talk, and his sinuses were so swollen it made his whole face hurt with a sharp headache, each cough just making the pain become intensify.

"Sorry, hyung.." Jimin went into the stall to get some toliet paper, trying to clear his nose while Yoongi washed his hands. No matter how hard he tried, it felt like there's no end. He sighed in annoyance, flushing the wads of tolietpaper down the toliet.

"You feeling any better?" Namjoon entered the bathroom to check on Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung peeking in the bathroom.

"Guys I'm fine..it's just a cold. I'm fine." Jimin gives him a smile, hoping if he keeps saying it, it would come true.

"It's time to go.." Staff calls to the members. "Is everyone ready?"

"As ready as I can be.." Jimin says, stifling a cough.

The boys look at him with worried expressions, following staff out of the room to meet with their president before going on stage.

Namjoon meets him first, bowing deeply and taking his hand. "Thank you for inviting us. It's a real honor."

"It's a pleasure to see you boys again." The president gives him a smile, greeting each boy with a warm hug.

Jimin tenses when he feels him squeeze him, a cough escaping his lips, quickly pulling away and bowing deeply. "I'm sorry..."

"Are you unwell?" The South korean president asked.

"It's nothing serious, I'm..I'm.." Jimin turns away from him, covering his face with his hands as a squeak of a sneeze comes out of him. "Hehitch!" He sniffles wetly, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he turns back, bowing again. "I'm sorry."

"Bless you." Hoseok rubs his back, giving him a tissue for his dripping nose. "Here, Jiminie."

Jimin wipes his nose, feeling it trying to drip into his mouth. I'm so gross.. I'm supposed to be here to represent my nation..

"Do you think you can perform today?" The president asks with concern, making Jimin's heart skip a beat. He had almost forgotten they were going to record before the meeting.

"I'll be okay.." Jimin says, trying to keep his voice steady. He wasn't just performing for army.. this was representing his nation. He couldn't mess this up.

"You got this.. I'll be here to back you up okay? I've been memorizing your lyrics with Taehyungie hyungie on the plane just I'm case you needed help?" Jungkook tries to rub some of the tension out of Jimin's shoulders. He couldn't help him with his speech, but he could at least lend him his voice while they performed, just as Jimin did for him before.

"Thanks Gukkie.." Jimin gives him a small smile, appreciating the gesture, but he didn't want to put extra work on the younger members.

"We got five minutes before rolling." A staff member alerts them.

Jimin pops a cough drop into his mouth to try to soothe his raw throat, feeling the mentol numbing a bit of the pain away. "I'll be okay.. my throat feels a little better after the tea staff gave me. Just worry about your parts okay?" He sniffles, making Jungkook leave his side to find him a tissue.

Jimin blows his nose one last time before getting into position to perform with his members, checking that the lighting was okay and that everyone's mic was working properly. He put one hand over the other to keep the mic steady in his stretching hands.

"Testing, 1..2.." Jimin could hear his voice in his ear piece, grimacing on how he sounded, clearing his throat to see if it would help. "Ahh..ahh.." he makes more sound into the mic, relaxing when he sounds more like himself again.

"Jiminie you got this!" Hoseok cheered into his mic.

"Let's go J.M!" Namjoon joins in.

Jimin smiles, wishing he had as much confidence in himself as they did.

He heard staff counting down for the cameras to roll, taking a deep breath, coughing instead of exhaling. He apologizes when he hears them starts the count over, feeling the eyes of his concerned members watching him.

I can do this.. I have to do this..

Jimin wishes it wasn't him that was singing first, that he asked to change it to a song without so many high notes, but he couldn't bring himself to ask the members to do it with less than a 24 hour notice.

He took another deep breath this time his voice coming out, singing calmly into the mic despite his heart thumping loudly in his ears and hammering against his chest.

"Open my eyes I'm in the dark..The sound of my heart beating... When it's unfamiliar.."

He sings the lyrics with his eyes closed, pressing his palm by his throat to try to help ease the pain. This isn't even the high part.. but it hurts..

Jungkook takes over the next part, Jimin pursing his lips together as a cough tries escaping. He was glad they didn't have any choreography to do. He was already having a rough time breathing, his nose already stuffing up once more during Yoongi's part. He took a deep breath when he heard Jungkook singing, cursing himself for shaking so much.

"Maybe I fell in order to take the place of those countless stars..." Jimin's voice came out strained, cracking at the end, making tears start to well up in his eyes, quickly looking up to try to stop them, blinking rapidly, singing softer.

"The target of thousands of bright arrows is me alone, ayy.." Jungkook sings along with him.

The notes will only get higher from here..

Jimin feels Jungkook and Jin move on either side of him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and swaying him as they sing the chorus.

Jimin takes a shaky breath, smiling through his tears, wrapping his arms around the waist of his members. As if planned, Taehyung wraps his arm around Jungkook, the two singing the post chorus together,sharing Taehyung's mic.

Namjoon wraps around Taehyung and Hoseok to Jin as they sing their parts, Hoseok beckoning Yoongi over by opening up his arm, the rapper shyly joining in the line.

Jimin smiles, despite the tears that flowed down his cheeks, feeling the love pouring from his members. Jungkook kept his word, Taehyung and Jungkook harmonizing with him for his parts to cover up his mistakes, the boys moving outside during the last minute of the song, quickly jumping into the next.

Jimin felt his voice growing weaker and weaker as he sang the two youngest members', voices overpowering his by the end of the second song. He focused on the choreography, pushing his limits to try to put on a good, completely exhausted by the end of it.

"Cut!"

As soon as Jimin heard the word, he collapsed into the grass, coughing into his fist, screwing his eyes shut from the pain in his throat.

"Jimin-ah, are you okay? Do you need oxygen" Hoseok rushes to his side, rubbing upper chest try to loosen the mucus. "Please, could I have some water?" He asks staff, using his sleeves to wipe the sweat from Jimin's brow.

Jimin spits up phelm, taking deep breaths to try to slow his coughing. A staff member gives him a water bottle, Jimin giving him a quick bow before gulping it down, the cool liquid soothing his throat.

"I'm fi.." Jimin's voice was only a hoarse whisper, cracking at the end, his eyes widening. Oh no. This can't be happening. I have a speech to give..

"My..my voice.." Jimin feels his eyes water, burying his face in Hoseok's shoulder.

"Aiigo.. the performance was too much.." Hoseok coos sympathically, hugging him close. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. you gave it your all.."

"I should've told him not to sing. Im sorry, Jimin.." Namjoon felt guilty for letting him push himself past his limits, but Jimin shook his head.

"I wanted to do it.." Jimin looks up helplessly at Namjoon. "But..now..what about the speech?"

"I told you before not to worry about that..it's not important.." Namjoon pulls him close. "Don't worry about it, Jiminie. Just worry about getting better, okay? I can read it for you."

"But-"

Namjoon puts a finger on his lips. "No. No more talking. Let hyung handle it." He pulls the older card on Jimin. "You rest and don't cry.. you can't help it if you get sick.."

Jimin nods, knowing that even if he argued against him, he wouldn't be able to do it. Jimin takes the tissue staff offered him, cleaning up his face. As soon af the tissue touched his nose the sneezes he held back came one by one. "Heh..uughchi! Heh'itchi...Ha..hexifgh..! Heh'xxcghi!"

"My poor baby.." Hoseok rubs Jimin's back, trying to soothe him. "We'll have to get you more medicine when we get to the hotel.."

"I'm sorry.. for embarrassing everyone.." Jimin sniffles.

"You didn't embarrass anybody. It's perfect normal to be sick okay Jiminie?" Yoongi tells him in a serious tone.

"Yeah, we're proud you pushed through two songs when you were in such bad condition." Jin adds wiping Jimins eyes. "You're gonna make me cry.."

"So..I can..still go on stage and stand with you guys?" Jimin asks, voice cracking.

"What kind of question is that?" Taehyung sounds mock offended. "Of course you're going to be with us. You just got to stay quiet, and every time you try to talk I'll hit you with my shoe." He teases, untying his shoe.

"Taehyungie you better keep your shoes on while on stage. Dont embarrass me." Namjoon scolds playfully, getting a giggle out of the 95ers.

"Keep your sweaty shoe to yourself." Jimin whispers with a tiny giggle, pushing away the shoe Taehyung was threatening him with.

"I said no talking." Taehyung playfully hits Jimin in the thigh with the shoe. "Bad Jimin."

"Come on kids, we gotta get ready. Sick or not, we still have a meeting to attend.." Jin gathers up his members, going back inside.

"Jiminie remember, it doesn't matter what the world thinks. Only Army..and they'll understand you aren't always like this okay?" Hoseok tells him taking his hand. "Just get better soon okay?"

Jimin smiles, nodding his head, feeling himself calming down. He makes a heart to Hoseok, the older member smiling.

"I love you too Jiminie." Hoseok pulls Jimin close to kiss the top of his head. "A lot of people do, so take better care of yourself."

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts taehyung #bts #sick!jimin #bts cold #bts suga #bts hobi #bts jin #jm

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sneakykpopblog · 2 years ago

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Purple Everywhere

(Inspired by what Hobi said, I’m sorry, I’m on a road trip and feeling very creative)

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi

1k words

Warnings: Vomiting, alcohol, drunkenness

Yoongi should have known better than to let Hoseok have “one more sip” (not a sip, and not just one) of wine. Not when his eyes were already that droopy and he had only spoken three words in the past twenty minutes (“yeah”, “uh-huh”, and “yep”, respectively).

Now he looked even more out of it, and Yoongi feared he might not be feeling well because he’d stopped idly snacking and was just sitting there like he was in a trance: a distinctly unpleasant one.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi hardly dared to ask at this point.

“Yeah…”

Not a minute later, Hoseok bolted up from the table and ran. He disappeared around the corner, but that didn’t stop Yoongi from hearing the sickening splatter that meant he hadn’t quite made it. Yoongi got up as well to find Hoseok braced with one arm against the wall, almost falling into the brightly-colored mess on the floor.

“Oh.”

Hoseok heaved again, and Yoongi wrinkled up his nose. Purple, all over his nice rug, and the floor, too. Ha. Purple. And a little on the baseboard, too, how nice.

“Sorry,” Hoseok rasped.

“Are you done?”

“Hmm…”

“Bathroom.” Hoseok didn’t move. “Bathroom, Hoseok.” Yoongi took him firmly by the arm and half-supported, half-dragged him into the bathroom and lowered him to the floor in front of the toilet. “Stay here. If you need to throw up again, right there.”

Hoseok looked mournful.

“I’m coming back,” said Yoongi, just in case his drunk friend got any ideas of trying to stand up and follow him. “Stay right here.”

It wouldn’t be the fist time Yoongi had cleaned vomit off a floor because someone had overestimated their ability to run to a bathroom in time. (Sometimes that someone had been himself. And poor Jimin after the American Fried Fish Incident)

“I can- I can clean,” Hoseok called from the bathroom in a voice as wobbly as a candle flame on a windy day.

“You’re drunk.”

“Okay.”

The floor and the baseboard were easy. The rug… Yoongi didn’t like its chances to not be purple forever, but maybe a thorough deep-cleaning could salvage it. At least it wasn’t white.

Hoseok sounded pretty miserable in the bathroom, and Yoongi stuck his head in to make sure he wasn’t dying. He wasn’t. He was, however, hunched over throwing up again, thankfully over the toilet this time. Yoongi moved the rug to be better dealt with later, threw away his cleaning gloves, and scrubbed his hands like Lady Macbeth. Then he got a cup of water from the kitchen and went back to Hoseok.

“I threw up again,” said Hoseok sadly.

“Yeah.” Yoongi offered him the water. “Rinse your mouth.”

Hoseok shied away from the water and gagged over the toilet again, this time only bringing up a little purplish liquid. It sounded painful anyway. Yoongi rubbed gently between his shoulder blades.

“Ew,” said Hoseok eloquently when he was done.

Yoongi offered him the water again, which he made a face at.

“Just rinse your mouth.”

Hoseok looked bewildered. “Like mouthwash?”

“Exactly.”

Hoseok struggled to get up, but he didn’t get very far.

“Where are you going?”

“To rinse?”

“Right here.” Yoongi succeeded in getting him to take the cup.

“The sink…”

“You can spit in the toilet. It’s okay.”

Hoseok made a disgusted face at it. “That’s gross.”

“You already threw up in it.”

“You’re right.”

He rinsed his mouth without any further complaint, but Yoongi knew the hardest part was still to come.

“I bet you want to sleep,” he said sweetly.

“Yeahhhh…. I’m so floppy.” Hoseok demonstrated this by flopping over and forcing Yoongi to catch him. Water sloshed out of the cup in his hand. “Oops.”

“Don’t worry,” said Yoongi. “Two sips of that and you can lay down.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Well, you need to.”

“Can I blow my nose?”

Yoongi gave him a tissue for the purpose and tried to ignore him, which was hard with Hoseok still leaning awkwardly into him.

“Ugh, did I puke through my nose?”

“Probably a little. That’s pretty normal,” he added quickly. “Drinking water helps.”

“Don’t wanna throw up again.”

“You won’t,” Yoongi (probably) lied.

Hoseok looked incredulous, but he was drunk and trusting, and he drank a few sips of water without further argument. After a moment’s thought, Yoongi helped him to his feet and led him by the hand to his guest room, where he made him sit down on the bed and tucked him in in his clothes.

“I can sleep on the couch,” said Hoseok.

“It’s easier to change sheets than to clean a couch. I’m much happier this way.”

“Mmm.” Hoseok snuggled a pillow.

“I’ll be right back. Stay awake.” He brought a trash can to put by the side of the bed and water for the bedside table. “If you need to throw up any more, try to use the trash can.” As a precaution, Yoongi dragged the other rug out of harm’s way.

“Okay. Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad. I’d just rather not have to clean my floor again.”

“Okay, thanks. Sorry.”

He was too cute to be mad at anyway. Yoongi smoothed his unruly hair. “It’s okay.”

Hoseok leaned a little into his touch. “Staying?”

He should probably keep an eye on him. “Okay. I need to change real quick.”

He felt a little guilty for making Hoseok sleep in his clothes, but helping someone that drunk change was outside Yoongi’s skill set. He expected Hoseok to already be asleep when he returned, but he was still awake to make grabby hands at him when he climbed into bed. Yoongi indulged him and gave his hand a warm little squeeze.

“You’re so niiiice.”

Yoongi felt a little flash of warmth. “You’re easy to be nice to. Go to sleep.”

“M’really drunk.”

“Yeah. Face that way, I’ll rub your back.”

Hoseok gave him a dopey smile.

“You have to turn around, though.”

It took a minute for Hoseok to register what he’d said, but eventually he did flop ungracefully onto his other side. Now hopefully safer from the possibility of being thrown up on in the night, Yoongi lightly scratched Hoseok’s back until he fell asleep, which was only about a minute.

In the morning, a mostly lucid and very apologetic Hoseok offered to get his rug cleaned, and Yoongi took him up on it.

#bts sickfic #sick!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi

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shamelesssunshine · 9 months ago

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About a girl

Showki fanfic

Everything here is fiction and nothing represents the real person they're named after.

All pictures taken from random pinterest pins

Enjoy

TW. Alcohol and drugs

Ch.1. The girl

No lights, only moonlight.

Hyunwoo’s truck arrived at the same spot where the same loud, chaotic music was embracing the same careless people.

There was a mess all over the place: discarded empty plastic cups under messy bushes, snack’s empty bags that looked like they belonged to the previous century decorated every rock, big or small, and a few small, almost unnoticeable rubbers signaled someone had gotten lucky tonight… and if said luck was the good type there wouldn’t be any surprise in the following weeks.

Hyunwoo walked straight to the “big fire” as broke, drunk and stupid college students called the old trash can where the fire had been lit every Friday night to Sunday since everyone in that party could remember, it was usually fed with failed tests, old love letters and moldy leftovers, with the occasional pitch of weed to spice up the ambient.

You late. I thought you wouldn't come. -

Hoseok, the hottest guy in the town, if you asked about the last stall in the guy’s bathroom where his name was just under Roseanne Park, nobody knew who did it, but it was a truth that couldn’t be denied. Therefore, nobody took it off either, offered Hyunwoo a cheap unopened beer and a cig.

Now my parents know I’m good at law stuff, but it’s hard to get rid of them. They expect me to be successful now. -

They both laughed; Hyunwoo’s parents owned a nice BBQ restaurant in the rich part of the town. It was nothing too glamorous, but it was still rich enough to keep him as a law major without asking him to work. That was kind of super well-off in a small town with only two supermarkets and a raggedy theatre.

Poor guy, can afford dreams, hopes and expectations. -

Hoseok was more of a regular person in the town; he was extremely handsome, but that was about it for his luck, no money, four siblings, not especially good at school and working part-time at one of the supermarkets to pay for his college. However, he’s been thinking about dropping off more than once now that his siblings are growing and showing skills at things. He may dream of being a model, but he could actually step down and provide real chances to others.

Let’s run away to Seul; you’d be a model, and I’ll be a family shame -

Both had been friends since they could remember, even though they were in pretty different life conditions. The town was small enough for people to cross their way into each other. They grew up together and went through thick and thin already; they’ve shared everything they could along the way: toys, emotions, resources and even girls.

Both were popular enough to have each their fair share of girlfriends, affairs and lovestruck, to the point of being called dangerous and unserious. Luckily, they weren’t girls, and their lives would've been way too difficult at that point.

The night grew old, and everyone got drunk, forgetting their problems. New couples were made, some broke up, and some swore eternal love. Hoseok found the love of his life, an unknown girl from a nearby town who’s probably using a fake name and won’t come back to his mind ever again.

Now Hyunwoo had too much beer, and nature was calling him, so he went to the far end of the party where there were more chances to find a couple doing funny stuff than to see your further away than your nose, found a lone three, undid his zipper and let himself go, eyes closed realizing he was dizzy. Now, his mouth had a bitter aftertaste of beer. He was annoyed and disgusted by everyone in the party, so he turned around, ready to leave, when he heard a gasping sound. It took him a few seconds to focus his eyesight, but then he saw her.

She was there: pale, thin, long black hair, looking almost like a ghost, but weirdly, the ghost looked scared. They both looked each other up and down, and she looked more scared than before. Did he forget to zip his pants? He checked he was fine.

Sorry is something-

NO! Sorry I didn’t see anything, bye, sorry -

She left so suddenly and pretty fast, too, it took him a few seconds to react and follow her, but when he did, she was already out of sight behind some tree or maybe jumped into a bush? Who could tell? Not him.

He let her go and went back to where he parked his truck. He should've followed her she could have been lost in the goods he hadn’t seen her before. Therefore she wasn't form here.

He turned around, ready to look for her, but she was in the woods, and she wasn’t from here. She looked scared and ran off as soon as she had the chance. Was she doing something? Someone?

He returned to the path to his truck, but she was all dressed and looked pretty. Girls who do someones in the woods end up all messy and with missing clothes, maybe she was just lost

maybe she was.

maybe she wasn’t…

alone? With someone?

Was she real? He was pretty drunk. Could someone have put something on the fire? He arrived late and didn’t start it himself.

He slapped his face hard, took a moment, entered his truck, started the engine and left; he’d check if Hoseok were still alive tomorrow. He was looking at ghosts and ready to throw up. It was time to go home.

#monsta x #showki #Wonho #Shownu #Hoseok #Hyunwoo #fanfic #notreal #fiction #headcanon #kpop #kpop fanfic #monbebe #weene #mx7net #monsta x fanfic

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spookyserenades · 2 years ago

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Soo I hope you're ready for this, because it's gonna be a doozy. I have so many emotions over this story, I cannot tell you. Thank you so much for writing Trouvaille, I feel like it's been something I've been missing all my life. From the very first chapter, you've been able to create a world where anything and everything is possible with our favourite boys. My heart cannot handle it. I do have a few questions though. Let's go by each member.

For Joonie: how could you do this to me? This is my favourite depiction of Namjoon. Especially wolfie Namjoon. Everything is right, it just fits. From the attitude, how he was trying to flex on everyone from the first day, to him loving sweets and being a complete bookworm, it's all so good. I can definitely see this version of Namjoon living in a trailer in the middle of a national park and being obsessed with Bigfoot lol. I also enjoyed how you were able to show how he can be uncomfortable with his emotions. After the incident, when he was trying to apologize to Y/N and he seemed lost and awkward, I really felt that. He's been a lone wolf for so long, it's really not surprising he may be a tad bit emotionally constipated. I definitely know the feeling lol.

Taehyung: I can't. I cannot with this version of Tae. I love how he is, and his backstory. It's so interesting! How did you come up with it? I've read quite a few hybrid stories, and I can honestly say I've never read a backstory like his before. Poor Tae Bear. I just want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him. He is too good for this world. I love how he was so quick to warm up to Y/N, it's so cute. How he came running when he heard her scream from her bathroom, and went all inspector mode to see if anyone was in there attempting any harm. Ahh.. my heart.

Seokjin: What a backstory for Jin. I was at the edge of my seat reading the last chapter. Why am I not surprised his previous owners would dump him at a shelter when they have no more use for him. He put his heart and soul into performing, and they just discarded him like he was nothing. I would definitely have a few choice words for them, I'd start throwing hands. >:( The last chapter was amazing. How he felt safe enough to tell Y/N his backstory, his fears, and talk about Hannah. Please tell me we will get a chance to meet Hannah. Please tell me she didn't perish in the accident. Pretty please

Yoongi: My favourite relationship in this story so far is between Y/N and Yoongi. From the very beginning, it's like they had an understanding. They definitely knew each other in another life, I love how you added that to the story! How he looks after her, doesn't mind cooking and even lets her get away with all that she does, she has him wrapped around her little finger. And he lets her!! Yes. Yes to everything. I love how protective he is over her- I almost combusted reading the drabble for my boys - yes Yoongi, feel jealous and overprotective of your girl! He gave her the biggest cinnamon roll with the most icing... I squealed. Also, that scenting scene was hot. I hope they have more scenes together in the future.

Hoseok: Ahh Hobi.. the sunshine of the group. Yes to being a cheeky boy. It's like he's been on Y/N's side from the very beginning. He is the one that I've been wondering about the most in this story. Is he going to be able to get over his fear of wolves? Is he ever going to get Y/N to do yoga with him? Are we ever going to meet Keaon, and if so, will a certain foxy be jealous? So many questions! Also, in the last chapter, when he was whistling his tune and she asked him about it, was that a sort of mating call? I tried looking it up, but I didn't get anywhere with it lol.

Jimin: Ahh Jiminie.. yes. His whole aesthetic - hair slicked back, jean wearing cowboy with the Clark Kent hairstyle. Yes. It's kind of embarrassing how many times I went back to read the chapter where everyone got their hair cut. Out of all the cuts, this one is top notch. I must admit, I did not expect Jimin's backstory in this. Are we going to find out more about why he left home? Does it have anything to do with his family? He has a sister, are we going to meet her as well? Will she like Y/N? So many questions!!

Jeongguk: Last but cerainly not least, Kookie. My spooky gothic angel. I love his aesthetic in this as well. When you said you were going for a Constantine vibe with him.. I can assure you, you did it. Very very well lol. His attitude with the other guys and with Y/N has me feeling a certain type of way. Poor guy seems like he's been through quite a bit. But I like how he's had his troubles and tribulations with everyone, and he's slowly opening up. His birthday chapter was so cute, he seemed so distrusting of Y/N at the beginning, but he came through at the end. Can we get a drabble of the party as well? I'd love to see how he felt. Anyways, this post is too long so this is the end of it lol. I cannot wait for October 7th. It cannot come fast enough. Thank you for all you do Dana!

Hi hello how are you my love!!! 🥰 Thank you so so much for sending me in this lovely feedback! I hope you don't mind a late response, I wanted to answer each of your questions to the best of my ability since you have sent me so much love. Thank you for loving and supporting Trouvaille so much, I'm so grateful and happy that I get to share the story and these boys with you! You're too kind, and I really appreciate you and your love! So I, too, will go member by member for you as well;

Joon: HEHE AHHH It makes me super happy and excited that you love this version of Joonie!! He is my main bias in BTS (I'm hyung line biased, I wonder if it's obvious...) But I loved giving him a little attitude and edge. I feel like it fits his Virgo energy, as well as going hand in hand with being a wolf hybrid. Still though, him being bookish and very into eating sweets are some qualities IRL Namjoon has, and I definitely wanted to keep some of their real personality traits in this story as well. I love Namjoon's past in Trouvaille, it will be revealed piece by piece as the story goes on since he's pretty private (and we'll see even more of it in the eventual release of his prequel!) Namjoon is based loosely off of Fox Mulder from the X-Files, so that's where the Bigfoot/cryptid/paranormal interest comes from. Namjoon has a "lone wolf" complex that we'll see him struggle with throughout the plot, so a lot of human emotions are difficult for him to process and express. I love the term you used-- "emotionally constipated" 💀, that's TOTALLY what he is... I doubt he has ever had to apologize to someone like that. It was definitely new to him!

Taehyung: Kodiak Tae is my baby, my boyfriend... He's a sweet boy!! I'm glad that you like his backstory and find it interesting. It was kind of a risk to incorporate something like a murder within a backstory of one of the boys, but I think that it's added some interest and mystery to his character-- he's not all rainbows and sunshine, he's got darker origins. Most of the boys I have based off of characters from my favorite books/films/shows. As for Tae, I based his backstory off of the TV show Twin Peaks, and a slew of characters from that show, primarily Josie Packard, Big Ed and Audrey Horne. There is a large part of that show that takes place in a logging plant (that's where Tae was working prior to his adoption), so that's where that part of his backstory came from. Other than that, I wanted him to have a sort of Seattle grunge rock vibe, and some skeletons in his closet to counteract his shy and sweet nature. He is such a love though, he really warmed up to Y/N and her personality. And that scene where he ran into the bathroom... he was checking for intruders, ready to beat them up if they dared to break into Y/N's bathroom!! 👹

Seokjin: I love a good dark circus aesthetic! I think that it fits Seokjin in Trouvaille well. He has that pretty face, athletic build, and such a stage presence. It is horrible that in the Trouvaille universe, many companies and people discard hybrids once deemed "damaged" or "useless". Seokjin likely put his all into performing, and was easily damaged-- no wonder he, too, is clingy like Tae. Y/N, like you, is ready to burn the whole circus down for him!!! I'm so happy you liked the last chapter and the focus on some of Seokjin's backstory. It was really fun to finally reveal some of his past to the readers. He definitely feels safe with Y/N, especially because she treats him so gently and doesn't have outrageous expectations for him. As for Hannah- we'll find out a little more about her in the next chapter, and in the future as well! She will definitely be touched upon again, so don't worry! 😉

Yoongi: I could cry!!! 🥺 Yoongi and Y/N's relationship is my favorite so far, as well. I love nothing more than Yoongi's gentle, doting, and selfless personality, and it totally reflects in his character in Trouvaille. The two of them have this almost unspoken connection, and it is very mysterious. I am such a fan of past-life lover stories, so I had to incorporate it at least a little bit in Trouvaille. I classify Yoongi as a househusband in this story, which is a dream of many. Whether Y/N knows it or not, she has Yoongi eating out of the palm of her hand (she's too enamored with him to notice). His love language seems to be acts of service. Anything he can do to make her life easier, he does-- and he definitely gets affection in return. Their piano lessons together... UGH! I'm so jealous, I want that relationship LOL. He is certainly one of the more possessive and jealous ones (Joon and Tae, too) but it's almost like he wants to steal her away for himself! He indulges her so much.. the cinnamon roll AH all she had to do was flirt with him a little! And his scenting scene was my FAVORITE too, so I'm happy you liked it as well. There is certainly more of that coming.

Hoseok: Hobi is just so! I love him so so much. Like Y/N, foxes are my favorite animal. I think the cleverness and quickness of a fox fits Hoseok's personality and vibe well. He is one of the hybrids more shrouded in mystery, and has a tough time opening up, perhaps because he had been waiting so long to be adopted and many of his previous adoptions had fell through. He and Y/N have like a bestie connection, and she feels totally at ease with him. Often, he's the one to break up tension, and he is most similar to Y/N, personality wise (extroverted, optimistic). Y/N is going to try her best to help him get over his wolf phobia, but he likely has a long road ahead of him to sort that out-- I don't see him becoming super chummy with Namjoon right away. Keon may make a comeback in the future, I'm excited that you remembered him! I think not only will Hoseok be jealous, but the rest of them as well... A hybrid from her past? Drama! The whistle: like the others, Hoseok is based off of a film character, his being Mr. Fox from Wes Anderson's Fantastic Mr. Fox. In the film, Mr. Fox has a "signature" or "trademark" whistle/click noise he makes, and that is what Hoseok does.

Jimin: Hnnnnggg I adore blonde Jimin, it's one of his best looks. I have such a clear image in my mind of his really classic looking haircut (suitable for a cowboy, LOL) with the piece of hair in his face... woof. I loved the haircut chapter, it was self indulgent and gave me the opportunity to give them all my favorite looks on them LMAO. His backstory is one of the more "out there" ones, but it's different than the others and I hope you'll find it interesting when we hear more about it in the future! We'll find out why he wanted to leave home, especially when it seems like it is one of the more comfortable ways for a hybrid to live. I will say, it has more to do with Jimin's dreams and ambitions, rather than any quarrels with his family. There is a definite possibility that we'll meet his sister in the future, as well--Y/N will likely want to reunite them even for a few days, if she can. Y/N seems to be pretty happy go lucky and likable, so I'm sure Jimin's sister would approve, especially when she sees how much Y/N cares for her brother.

Jeongguk: The Constantine movie with Keanu Reeves has to be one of my favorite movies, like ever. I'm stoked that you think I've accomplished the aesthetic with Jeongguk! He happens to be one of the more self indulgent characters that I wrote into Trouvaille. I love a gothic sort of bad boy, and the paranormal investigator vibe fits him super well. Even IRL, Jeongguk has expressed interest in paranormal topics before, so I think it is true to him. He has quite an abrasive and temperamental personality in Trouvaille, which I think is refreshing for Jeongguk in fics. There is a reason for the way he acts and his prickliness, and when he feels like he can open up more and doesn't have to be so distrustful and defensive, he will. He is slowly becoming more comfortable in his environment, sharing it with the other hybrids, and with Y/N's presence, as well. I think he realizes now that she isn't there to betray him. His birthday was so so so fun to write, and allowed us to not only see a softer side of him, but get some of his backstory as well. I will jot down that drabble idea, I really think that would be a blast to write!

Thank you a million times for sending in all of your thoughts, I really enjoyed hearing them all 🥺, and I hope I could provide you with new insights! I can't wait to share Chapter Ten with you on the 7th, and I'm sending you so much love! Thank you for reading and supporting Trouvaille! 🩷😘

#asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts

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eclipsethemagic · 1 year ago

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Summary: One drunk night causes Jin to talk more to y/n, and he's not sure if he likes her or not.

Paring: Kim Seokjin x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Drama, Humor

Warning: talking about sex but nothing really happening

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Seokjin had a hard time showing his feelings. When he was drunk it was a different story. When he stumbled into the the book store late at night poor y/n was shocked. She had just got out of the shower but was about to lock the door. Her wet damped hair was dripping her shirt and the hard wooden floor. Seokjin eyes blink for a couple of seconds then he groans sitting down on the brown couch next to the bookshelf.

Y/n didn't know what to do.. she could either leave him here and go up to bed or she could lock the front door and try to carry him upstairs. After a long thought, she chose the second opinion. Y/n carefully carries the heavier male upstairs to her house. Seokjin was out cold when he laid him on the couch.

She lets out a huff and walks into the kitchen. She grabs a cup and then a water bottle pours some of the water into the cup and walks to the bathroom to grab some medicine. She sets it on the coffee table and grabs a soft red blanket that is in another chair next to the couch. She carefully takes off the male black Nike's and his brown leather jacket. Y/n eyes widen when she sees his pale collarbone. Her brown eyes trail down to his chest and she lets out a little squeak. He was truly buff and he also had a long neck. His pinkish plumped lips and his softly black hair sticking on his forehead. She didn't know if she was being a creep or sexually harassing him. All she knew was that this stranger was handsome. She leaves her thoughts and puts the cover over his body. When she walks to the light switch she looks at Seokjin's body one last time then turns the lights off going into her room and turning the lights off.

The next day was all a blur for Seokjin, he woke up on someone else couch which was surprisingly soft for his back. Jin sits up and groans when he feels his head throbbing. Jin wasn't a lightweight when it came to drinking but he knew his limits. Going out drinking with Hoseok and yoongi was a bad idea which Jin knew. But did he listen? No because he knew he was going to go anyway so why was he complaining?

Jin looks down at the table and sees a cup of water and two pills. His eyes also land on a yellow posted note.

"You came in the bookstore drunk and I didn't know what to do when you passed out, so I took you up to the second floor. I left you some medicine and water for you when you woke up. I would have it to you in the morning but I'll be still asleep by the time you get up."

The note ends with that and Jin shrugs taking the medicine and drinking the water. He stands up and looks around.

"So this is where she lives?" Jin says to himself. The place wasn't bad if you asked him. He walks over to the TV stand and picks up a picture frame. In the picture, there was a tall skinny black man who had his arm wrapped around a short thick woman's waist. She has the most beautiful smile, her braces showing. In the background it didn't look like they were in Korea they looked like they were in New York it was ever snowing too. Jin wondered who it was, he put it back in its right place and turned around then jumped putting his hand over his chest.

"Don't do that again!" Jin yells and the short brown woman tilts her head confused. Oh right, she couldn't hear. Jin looks around and finds a piece of paper and and pin and writes it down. When he turns it around she lets out a little oh and blushes.

"Sorry." She moves her hands and Jin blinks. His eyes trail down her chest and then her legs. She had a rose tattoo going down her brown leg, she was also in a tank top that hugged her chest. She also had on black shorts that also hugged her tights. Jin knew right then and there that he was fucked for good maybe he was still slightly drunk or it was the fact that he woke up confused but what he did know was that he did text her last night and he did know that his fingers did hit the send button because Kim Seokjin knows when he's drunk his heart knows so much more than him.

Was it a bad thing? Maybe but all he knew was that it was his chance. His chance to show him that he wanted something with her. If only his brain didn’t make up fake scenarios once in a while. It wouldn’t be wrong if he kissed her right? Maybe was slightly drunk still, but who would blame him? She was gorgeous in her own right. If only you knew how gorgeous you was.

With one step forward he walks over to you, a smile on his face as he again grabs the pen that he dropped and writes down another thought in his mind. “Dinner? Maybe? I don’t know if I’m still drunk or not but dinner?” His fingers could do it all and maybe sending that text was worth it.

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beyondonessoul · 2 years ago

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This chapter made me so angry lmao In a good way tho.

Basically, I'm mad 'cause these mfs got the nerve to get mad even though it's pretty much their fault that Y/N ran away lol

I skipped the whole spanking scene. Not because I couldn't read it (I definitely can) but because I was too pissed off to go thorough it TAT

Poor, poor, poooor Yn Ç^Ç

The fact that Taehyung was the one to do it made it worse, somehow 💀

Not Jungkook feeling ashamed like 🤡 Bruh, you were in it with them and did nothing to stop any of this. pLEASE, don't be looking all guilty now 😭

Okay, maybe I'm being unfair to him 'cause everybody got on my nerves in this chapter lmao

Jimin is such an ass and so is Taehyung, Yn should seriously consider giving these two a bit of a hard time before finally giving in 😭

Yoongi was the best option to help her in the bathroom, I guess. At least he didn't look at her when she was naked and actually felt genuinely bad for her.

Not Hoseok saying that she acts like a child 💀 Another asshole.

Seokjin joining her in bed 'cause she was feeling cold made me feel icky but it could be worse, I guess.

Namjoon...if only he considered taking her away with him 😔

I really want to know if the boys will punish Jimin and Taehyung for causing all of this.

Jimin...Somebody needs to give him a good punch asap 😭

I enjoyed this chapter! I'm just really mad rn 😭

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— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 4.8k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, spanking as punishment, minor injuries, other content that may be triggering. — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.

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You wake up to the sound of gravel crunching under Namjoon's shoes.

Your face is tucked against his chest, breathing in the scent of the crisp night air that lingers on his coat. It takes you a moment to reorient yourself, for the last tendrils of unconsciousness to slip away.

It all comes crashing down over you like a cold bucket of water as reality sets in; he's taking you back to the cabin.

It'll be as if the last hours never happened, as if you never stepped foot outside the sturdy wooden structure. You're going back to them – except, perhaps it won't be the same men that you left that you'll have to face once you step back inside. The soulmates you ran away from were terrible and selfish but they were never cruel. After your failed escape attempt, however, you no longer know if that still rings true. If that's something you can count on.

Your body locks up at the thought of the monsters waiting for you down the road, muscles spasming with the need to move despite the utter exhaustion weighing you down.

Namjoon tightens his grip around your middle as you grow stiff, arms locking you securely against his body.

"You're awake," He notes, the usual honey in his voice gone. "It's for the best. We can deal with everything much quicker this way."

The fearful whine that shoots up your throat gets trapped behind your teeth, your lips too numb for the noise to pass through them. It takes great effort for you to move your head over, turning just enough that you're able to pick up on your surroundings. Namjoon must have parked just down the bend from the cabin, his steady steps already closing in on the dark silhouette looming between the trees in the distance.

Your heart feels like it's trying to beat itself out of your chest as you pick up on muffled yells, shivers racing down your frozen spine as you make out six distinct voices. The soft light emanating from the cabin sends ferocious shadows dancing across the ground, their movements erratic and violent.

It gets harder to breathe the closer you get, your chest refusing to move as Namjoon steps up on the small patio in front of the entrance. Blood rushing in your ears, you try to make yourself as small as possible in his arms as he reaches out for the handle, wishing you could just melt away into nothing. Anything would've been better than this.

The cabin goes deadly still as Namjoon pushes the door open.

Your vision blurs as you're brought into the heat, your eyes stinging as you attempt to blink some moisture back into them. You can barely make out the six fuzzy figures scattered around the room, their bodies stock still as if they're frozen in time. The chilly wind that blows into the cabin is nothing compared to the sight that greets you as your eyes adjust – the six men in front of you looking everything from angry to icy to hurt. A few of them even have the gall to glare at you with something akin to betrayal; like you were only stringing them along for your amusement and not your survival.

It leaves you trembling with fear, the knowledge that no matter what you do, nothing will make them understand that they're the ones in the wrong. That they're the selfish ones.

Namjoon takes another step forward, chest rising with a small sigh as he readjusts you in his grip. Perhaps he regrets bringing you back now that he can see the state the others are in, their hair and clothes rumpled, the furniture in the common room strewn about like a hurricane has torn through it.

You glance back up at his face in time to see him set his jaw, his voice tight as he says, "We're back."

The door that slams shut behind him jerks the cabin back into motion, the noise that was sucked out before suddenly rolling over the room like a crashing wave. You screw your eyes shut as their yells blend into each other, feet thundering across the room as they stumble over themselves to reach you.

"What were you thinking?!" You flinch as Taehyung's voice booms across the cabin. You can't discern if it's anger or concern that's got him so agitated, so loud, and that scares you.

"Calm down, Taehyung. I know you were worried but this isn't the way to show it," Yoongi hisses.

His voice drifts closer, a little softer, as he addresses you, "You're lucky Namjoon found you, Y/n. You're already chilled to the bone."

"Never scare me like that again, angel," Seokjin sounds wobbly as he pats over your hair, hushing the choked noise you make at the contact.

Your eyes flutter open against your will at the low, irritated snort that travels through the room.

Jimin stands with his arms crossed over his chest by the couch, scowling as the two oldest keep fretting over you. "Don't tell me you already forgot why you were so distraught in the first place, hyungs? Y/n ran away. She was just playing with us with whole time – she doesn't love us."

Seokjin's fingers still in your hair, the warm touch of his hand slowly receding as he takes a step back. He throws a hard glance over his shoulder, mouth pinched in annoyance, "Jimin, did I not tell you to shut up for the rest of the night?"

Jimin grits his teeth at Seokjin's tone, turning his head to stare blankly at the wall.

"He's right though," Hoseok says, hand brushing over Jimin's shoulder as he steps closer. "Y/n tricked us. She betrayed the trust we gave her and we can't let that slide without any consequences."

"What are you suggesting?" Namjoon leans back on his heels, fingers digging into your thigh.

"She deserves a punishment," Hoseok blankly states, eyebrows cocked as he stares you down, "Don't you agree, Y/n?"

"N-no," You weakly shake your head.

The tsk you get from Hoseok in return makes you recoil, the fear in your body so tangible you can taste it on the tip of your tongue.

"I think you're right, Hobi."

A small, betrayed gasp leaves your lips as you hear Yoongi's careful drawl. His agreement stings more than expected, somehow you had deluded yourself into thinking that Yoongi wasn't as bad as the other men in the room; that he and Jungkook actually seemed to care a little for you and not just your soulmate connection.

Jungkook still hasn't moved from where he's sat in one of the big ratty armchairs near the couches. His doe eyes are shiny with tears when you meet them across the room. Jungkook starts curling in on himself the longer you look, shame pulling at his features as he ducks his head.

"Fine," Namjoon says, "But nothing too bad."

"Of course not. I don't actually want to hurt sunshine, she just needs to learn a lesson," Hoseok scoffs.

The men around you share a look, a silent conversation passing between them. You have no idea what they're thinking but it frightens you to know that this must have been something they have already discussed, that they've already decided on a punishment should you ever disobey them.

"Who–?" Seokjin trails off, biting his lip nervously between his teeth.

"I'll do it," Taehyung sounds chastised, his voice meek as he adds, "I should do it."

He takes a seat in the middle of the couch, dragging his hands over his jeans as he gives Namjoon a nod to show that he's ready.

"W-what, no!" You uselessly tug at Namjoon's coat as he strides across the room, your frozen limbs making it impossible to fight back as you're carefully manhandled across Taehyung's lap.

Fingers wrap around your ankles, keeping your legs glued against the couch as you futilely try to push yourself up with shaking arms. Another hand is pressed against the small of your back, rendering your movement useless. No matter how much you try to squirm, you're simply too exhausted and cold to shake them off.

It takes you a second to recognize the position you're in, disgust curling in your stomach as it hits you that you're about to be spanked.

"I'm not a c-child," You bite through clattering teeth, fingernails digging into threadbare cushions.

"No? You sure act like one," Hoseok scowls. "Big girls wouldn't run off like you did."

You jerk as Taehyung's hand settles on the back of your thigh. You turn your head back to look at him as the others crowd around the couch, voice breaking as you whisper, "Please don't."

Taehyung doesn't meet your eye. His gaze is trained resolutely on his hand, his expression pinched. The corner of his mouth is downturned as he moves his hand from your thigh to your butt, his long fingers easily spanning over one cheek.

You let out a shuddering breath at the unwanted touch, pressing your forehead to the couch to hide away from the six burning pairs of eyes that surround you. Taehyung's fingers flex against the material of your trousers as he murmurs something under his breath, the feeling so weirdly intimate it makes your eyes cloud over, hot tears trailing down your temple.

"It's just ten, babe. We could do a lot worse," He comments gruffly.

There's no preamble before Taehyung raises his hand and delivers the first hit, the harsh smack echoing through the room. You bite your tongue, choking down the strangled cry that tries to rush up your throat.

You feel the imprint of his fingers burn on your cheek, the sudden pain so consuming you barely register how someone else hisses out a low curse.

It's only when Taehyung is on the third hit that you feel how he jolts as his hand makes contact; how it takes him a moment to collect himself before he delivers the next one. The fifth smack brings a weird sense of clarity to you, Yoongi's irritated cough finally making you realize that you're all feeling Taehyung's slaps. Your soulbond is connected through pain so the hurt that blooms with every hit doesn't just affect you – it has an impact on them as well.

The somber atmosphere in the room isn't just because they're disciplining you for running away; they're also punishing themselves for letting it happen.

You let out a harsh breath at the next smack. Despite the numbness in your limbs, you can feel how horrible your butt is stinging, the alternating hits doing little to lessen the pain a new one brings. It becomes harder and harder to think with each hit, your mind slowly falling apart under the excruciating combination of fear, exhaustion and pain.

The final smack seems to linger in the room and the silence that follows feels so thick you might crumble under it.

Your right-hand aches as Taehyung uses his to lightly rub over your smarting ass, his breathing shaky as he tries to soothe the bruises that are no doubt already starting to form.

"Hyung," Taehyung rasps.

The hands pressing on your back and ankles disappear in an instant. Taehyung springs away as Namjoon lifts you, moving your body into Seokjin's waiting arms. You try to blink away the tears clinging to your lashes as Seokjin leans you back against his chest, taking some of the pressure off your backside as you're maneuvered to lay on your side.

"You're absolutely freezing, angel," He tuts. He motions for Yoongi to grab him a nearby blanket, quickly tucking you in. The warmth that wraps around you is a small comfort, but it's not nearly enough to quell the shivers that are still rattling through your body.

"Let's do this quick, she needs to warm up."

You swallow thickly as Namjoon kneels by your feet, gently pulling your socks off. They're so cold you struggle to move your toes.

It's not until a rush of warm air hits your exposed skin that you realize you're hurt. Your soles are aching something fierce and you catch a glimpse of blood on the socks Namjoon throws down beside him.

"Darling," Namjoon furrows his brows as he looks at the torn skin, tongue poking into his cheek in disappointment. "Why did you do this to yourself?"

He shakes his head as if you're going to answer him. Heaving out a heavy sigh, Namjoon wordlessly accepts a small basin of warm water and a cloth from Hoseok, wetting and wringing the material out before he brings it to your feet.

You let out a wounded hiss as he makes contact, your foot involuntarily jerking away from the water that stings your open cuts. The quick movement causes you to drag your sole against the couch and it only causes you more hurt, a sharp pain shooting up your leg.

"Fuck," You whimper, body shaking against Seokjin's as Namjoon quickly reaches out to grab your foot, holding it securely over the side of the couch. You can feel Seokjin's leg twitch as the pain moves through the soulbond, the others grimacing as they feel it too.

"Angel, please be careful," Seokjin admonishes as he tucks his head over your shoulder, holding you in a tight hug as he rests his cheek against yours.

You shudder as Namjoon once again brings the cloth back to your skin, wincing as he meticulously and carefully cleans up all the dried blood and dirt clinging to your wounds. Namjoon's voice is perturbed as he moves on to your other foot, holding it with a firm grip as he says, "This is why we were holding you down during your punishment, darling, so you wouldn't hurt yourself more by moving around. We don't enjoy doing any of this."

You choose not to voice your disbelief. Judging by the sour look Jimin sports as he stares you down, you're sure it's written all over your face regardless.

Namjoon hands off the dirty water and cloth to Yoongi, switching it out with an antiseptic cream that he starts dabbing on your cuts.

Seokjin's warm breath hits the corner of your mouth as he cautiously asks, "What made you come back, Joon? You weren't supposed to return until tomorrow."

The bandage that's being wrapped around your left foot pauses, Namjoon tilting his head as he mulls over what to respond.

"I think it was that pull you've talked about before. I just suddenly felt like I had to go back to the cabin, that I was needed here," He lets out a low snort, humorless. "I guess whatever feeling it was, was correct."

"Interesting," Yoongi muses. He leans against Jungkook's chair, absentmindedly patting the youngest's hair. Jungkook leans into the comforting touch, face still marred with shame as he chances a glance over at you in Seokjin's arms.

You stare blankly down at Namjoon's hands as he finishes up one bandage and moves on to the next, his words echoing in your head. Did the soulbond somehow call him back? If it knew you were trying to put distance between yourself and your soulmates, can it work against you to keep you from separating from them?

You don't want to believe that it can affect you that much. But if it is true, does that mean your own soul is betraying you – that it'll do whatever it takes to keep you close to these monsters who don't actually care about you, as long as it'll keep the bond strong?

"It's definitely too strange to just be a coincidence," Hoseok purses his lips.

The sweater you picked out this morning suddenly feels too heavy on your shoulders. Was it just by chance that you picked out one that belongs to Namjoon, or is there something else to it? Can you even trust yourself anymore?

You barely register as Namjoon finishes wrapping up your foot, the blanket being pulled away from your body as Seokjin lets go of your waist. Your chest is tight and your vision spotty as you're handed off to Yoongi, too many awful thoughts and feelings all vying for your attention at once.

You feel yourself being carried again, the lights going from soft to bright, but it's like everything is underwater, muffled and out of reach. Yoongi's blurry face is suddenly in front of yours and it takes you once, twice, to focus on what he's saying; for the words to make any sense. "–can you do it yourself?"

Yoongi sighs as you stare blankly back at him. He brushes a finger down your trembling jaw, wincing at how cold your skin feels. "Y/n, you really need to warm up. I'm going to place a stool for you inside the shower so that you can rest and we can keep your feet outside of it and dry. I know you'd rather not have me undress you, but are you able to do that yourself?"

"Yes," You croak, disgust rippling across your body as you think of Yoongi undressing you, of any of them seeing you so vulnerable.

"Okay," Yoongi says, unconvinced. You bite your lip harshly as you're placed down on the closed toilet seat, the pressure awful on your bruised ass.

Yoongi steps over to turn the shower on for you, the old pipes rattling as water starts spewing out of them. He keeps his hand under the spray until he deems the temperature good enough. His expression is sorry yet firm as steps back, nodding to the door as he explains, "I can't leave the room but I'll keep my back turned to you the entire time. You're too weak to be left on your own right now. I won't turn around until you tell me it's okay. I promise."

"Do you want help to get over to the stool once you're undressed?" Yoongi eyes your bandaged feet, eyebrows drawn tight with worry.

"No," You whisper.

The toilet is only a few steps away from the shower but even just that feels like miles with a body so tired and battered. Still, you're willing to push yourself until you collapse if it means none of them will touch you like that.

"Just let me know if you need help, love," Yoongi sighs as he walks over to the door, facing it head-on like promised.

Getting undressed is a battle but it's one you refuse to lose. You keep your eyes locked on Yoongi's back as you pull off layer after layer, the steady steam rising in the bathroom only making your shivers worse. You refuse to strip down further than your underwear, the pieces offering you some modesty in a situation that just feels so mortifying.

You pull yourself up on your feet with a yelp, legs shaking with pain as you slowly hobble over to the shower. You're not sure how you manage to maneuver yourself down on the stool but you do, and the relief of warm water cascading down your frozen body is so great you can't hold back the sob that rips out of your throat.

Yoongi's back tenses as he hears the broken noise, his hands gripping the doorframe to keep himself in place. He never turns his head, choosing instead to rest it against the door, taking deep and measured breaths as he listens to your choked cries and whimpers.

The warmth slowly returning to your limbs is downright awful. The cold clinging to your skin refuses to bulge at first, and when it finally does slip, it feels like pins and needles being hammered into your flesh as the water rains down on you. The shivers slowly ebb away the longer you sit in the shower, your dry calves and feet prickling with the weird temperature difference.

You lose track of time as the heat gently returns to your body, face swollen and puffy as the last of your hopelessness trickles out through your eyes.

You're exhausted and everything hurts. It's like your mind and body has been fractured into a thousand pieces, all of them poking and pricking you no matter what muscle you flex or what direction your thoughts try to stray.

You just want to sleep, to forget, for a little while.

Yoongi straightens up as the water is turned off. His voice is hoarse, much like he's been crying himself when he asks, "Are you done, Y/n? Are you still cold?"

You take a deep, shaking breath, filling your lungs with as much bravery as you can muster. "'m done."

"Wrap yourself up in the towel by the shower, love. Let me know when you're covered, yeah? I'll open the door and grab the clothes Jungkook left for you."

You do as Yoongi asks, watching as he opens the door just enough to snatch the clothes waiting for him outside. He walks backward towards the shower, still somewhat respectful of your privacy as he leaves them on the toilet. "Take the time you need to get dressed. I'll wait by the door until you're ready."

Your mind is hazy and drifting as you attempt to dry yourself off, exhaustion weighing your lashes down. Slipping your wet underwear off under your towel in exchange for Jungkook's clothes isn't an easy feat, pain still flaring up your feet as you're forced to put pressure on them. Still, it's a small consolation that Yoongi doesn't attempt to help you until you raise your voice and say that you're done.

Yoongi sweeps you up into his arms before you can even blink, strong arms holding you close to his chest. He swallows hard as he glances down at you, voice unbearably soft as he says, "I really am sorry, Y/n."

He, much like Namjoon, knows he won't be getting an answer. Yoongi steps out of the bathroom with measured steps, making sure not to move you around too much. The cabin is dark and quiet as he carries you down the hallway, the others nowhere to be seen.

"It's been a long day for all of us," Yoongi mutters as if he senses your confusion.

Your fingers find Yoongi's shirt as he steps closer to your room, shock hitting you like a lightning bolt as you see the state of it. The door is broken off its hinges, halfway torn off the frame. The desk you pushed against it is flush with the wall and the rest of your room looks absolutely trashed. Furniture has been flipped over as if they were looking for you under it; your belongings scattered everywhere. The brute force they must have used to get into the room makes you realize just how badly this return, this punishment, could have gone for you.

The moment passes as Yoongi walks further down the hall, but the sick feeling in your stomach lingers.

He nudges one of the ajar doors with his foot, stepping into the room as it opens. The bedroom is bathed in soft light, the pillows on the bed fluffed and the covers already drawn aside. Yoongi carefully places you down on the mattress before he tucks you in, his expression troubled as he watches how you wince and grimace as you try to get comfortable.

"This is Seokjin hyung's room," Yoongi explains, "He'll be staying with you tonight. We ... we're going to be taking turns watching over you."

"Thank you for the introduction, Yoongi-chi," Seokjin's smile is a little strained as he enters the room, a glass of water clutched in his hand. He places it down on the table next to you, patting Yoongi's back before he takes a seat in the plush chair that faces the bed.

"You can go rest now."

"Alright," Yoongi nods. He meets your gaze for a split second, mumbling out a gentle goodnight before he turns on his heel and leaves.

Seokjin lets out a small sigh as the door clicks shut. "I should've given him a talking to for not drying your hair properly but I'm sure you're tired, angel. Damp hair must be the least of your worries right now, huh?" He shakes his head.

You pull the covers up to your chin, eyes alert despite how your lids keep attempting to fall shut every other second. There's not an ounce of trust for them in your body but it's so terribly difficult to stay awake when you want to do nothing but sleep.

"I'm sure you saw the state of your old room," Seokjin winces, "You'll be spending one night with each of us on rotation. You might not wish to have us so close all the time but you shattered the trust we had in you, Y/n."

He folds his hands in his lap with a frown, staring down at his slightly crooked fingers as he says, "You can use the bathroom alone as long as one of us is right outside of the door, but aside from that, we're going to have to watch your every step. We won't allow you to hurt yourself again. I'm sorry it had to come to this but, well, it was the best thing we could settle on."

You close your eyes to avoid the sad look Seokjin gives you, your chest constricting with fury. If they're trying to guilt trip you, it's not working. You can't believe they're trying to frame all of this as them simply looking out for you when in reality, they're robbing you of any agency you have.

As you take deep breaths to quell the anger bubbling in your stomach, you feel yourself growing heavier and heavier, your body sinking into the mattress below. You want to be angry, you want to fight, but what's the use? You won't get another chance at escaping the cabin and your own soul clings to the soulbond, refusing to let you weaken your connection to them.

You fist the sheets, sniffling as darkness begins to drag you under. If the universe wants you here, wants you to stay with them, maybe.. maybe it's time you give up and accept it.

You wake up, drowsy, to the sound of something clattering. It takes you a second to realize that it's coming from you – your teeth rattling in your mouth from the cold that has seeped into the room while you slept. Everything is dark aside from the pale moonlight shining through the window on the other side of the room, your breath fogging up the air in front of you as you breathe.

You gingerly flip over on your other side, pulling the sheets as tight to your body as they can go, but it doesn't help fend the cold off. It's no wonder this cabin is abandoned during most of the year, not if it's reliant on the fireplace in the common room to heat up the entire place.

After what feels like an eternity of shivering, you hear Seokjin's raspy voice calling out in the quiet room. "Angel? Are you cold?"

Fabric rustles as he shifts in the chair. You hold yourself as still as possible as footsteps pad across the wooden floors, Seokjin's darkened silhouette coming into view. He hesitates by the side of the bed for a second, just enough for your teeth to start clattering again before he makes up his mind and climbs in. The mattress dips as Seokjin's weight settles upon it, the man in front of you scooting down until he's facing you in the dark.

A rush of cold air hits your body as he raises the sheets to shimmy under them, an arm curling around your waist before you can even think to open your mouth. Seokjin presses himself flush against your body, mindful of your injuries as he tucks your face into his neck.

"I'm still upset with you, angel, and I know you're upset with me, but you need my body heat if you want to sleep."

Seokjin is very warm.

You inch closer without even meaning to, your sleepy brain desperate for the heat that radiates off him. Seokjin lets out a small gasp as your cold nose skims against his throat, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you close.

Sleep slowly begins to weigh down your eyelids again as you soak up Seokjin's warmth, your body relaxing so deeply it feels like your bones have been turned to mush. The last thing you remember is Seokjin nuzzling his face into your hair, lips pressing against it in a soft kiss that makes your heart flutter.

Perhaps, if you had been a little more awake, you would've realized it wasn't fear that made it skip a beat.

a/n: you can read ch 11 of lovesick early by clicking here!

it only took ten months but we're back baby!! how are we feeling about what happened in this chapter? namjoon bringing her back, the boys' reaction and her "punishment", her private moment with yoongi and seokjin ... lots of things happened so i would love to hear what you're thinking!!

see you in the next chapter and remember to wish jimin a happy b-day!! 💖

#bts x reader #yandere x reader #yandere bts

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