#poor jy. in a position he was forced to take...

[flower-yi]

DAN HENG who seeks the comfort of your hand during times he is uneasy. it happens too much these days. his gaze is often preoccupied, too busy skimming the lines of the main cabin window—it'd be nothing if it was like the many times where it'd then land on you, but now, now, his sight continues to stray from you. is it really enough, the warmth of your palm against his? then his green eyes snap to yours, clouded with uncertainty, and your train of thought silences itself then and there. only when he speaks—"i'm alright,"—in that temperate tone of his it whirs back to life. the burst of concern surging is too much to ignore, so you ask, "are you sure?" and maybe he sees the fear in your eyes; maybe he sees the worried creases on your face; because dan heng lifts your intertwined hands to his lips—the back of yours towards him—and presses a kiss on it. it's only then you think it's enough.

JING YUAN who seeks the comfort of your body during the times he is uneasy. the professional guise he wears in the public is but a piece of himself he lets everyone sees—the levelheaded, strategic and dozing general whom everyone respects—but what you see is a fragile man who tries to find ways in order to bend his soul. life for you holds only a candle to his, and he is reminded of this—sometimes. oftentimes. always. the people of his past is beyond his touch, his control and his memories—for him, it is easy to remember the happiness, the joy. but when he begins to fear, to doubt whether it is his time to begin losing his sanity, the heavy weight of his frame draped over yours starts to be commonplace. jing yuan hides from the world, smothering himself into the crook of your neck, and it is only then he feels alive; real. the smell of your shampoo, the scent of your soap, the beating of your heart, the warmth of your body enters his senses—perhaps you can forgive him if he decides to pull you closer, the furrow of his eyebrows slowly giving way to a peaceful expression.

BLADE who seeks the comfort of his memories during times he is uneasy. you died long ago; you were a short life species. it'd make sense if whatever was left of you would begin to fade in his mind, cursed by the immortality brought to him through an unforgivable act. and yet, and yet, during the split second of death he is allowed to experience, the memories of your laughter—your pain—your love—begins to seep into his consciousness. sometimes, it is long. he can spend hours upon hours with you in his arms—and for him, the release of death is sweet. but then he returns to the world—cold and vengeful as ever—and there is nothing but dampness on his cheeks, distraught at the fact that he is unable to die.

[writersrealmbts]

Pack Trials: Taehyung

Description:  The Trials continue, but one man is standing out more than all the others after what proves to be the most difficult trial for you. Will you really be able to pick the man that you already love?

Warnings: I can’t recall any

There are other groups in this, but this is a BTS part of the fic.

Introduction Here!

Posted: 8/18/2018

Tags: Hybrid AU, Hybrid!BTS, Hybrid!Reader, ReadersChoice, Hybrid!Got7, Hybrid Everybody and their Mother, ReaderxTaehyung

Angsty, with some fluff:  6,000 words

A/N: This was longer and also different from what I expected but I hope you like it. I’m trying to get as much writing done as possible before school starts so that I can post something regularly even if I haven’t been getting much work done. Also, Apologies Mobile Users…I did use a Keep Reading thing but it doesn’t work on mobile!

His letter had you smiling and laughing, speaking to your very soul with how honest and thoughtful he was. He wrote anecdotes with a lot of the things, and brought up memories that you had thought you had forgotten. But then he took a somber turn, mentioning your father, how he worried that he wouldn’t live up to his expectations. He talked about the summers you spent together and how much it meant to him to be your friend. How parting had hurt.

But even in the winters, when our packs were far from each other, you were near to my heart. I carried the stone you gave me everywhere I went like it was the most precious piece of treasure. I never worried about seeing you again until I realized that if I did see you again, it might be because you had mated and were to have a child. That thought haunted me, and the idea of you with anyone else is painful to think of. I love you, y/n, and I have since we were pups. It’s the one secret I would never share with you because I couldn’t lose you. You were my best friend in the whole world, and I know you always thought I loved you like a brother, but you’re wrong. You’re more beautiful than the sunrise, more magical than the northern lights, and you light up the dark more than any full moon ever could. I know you wanted us to write about ourselves, and this may not seem like a personal thing, but it is. My love for you is what led me to work towards a respected position in my pack. They know how I have pined for you. That I search for you every time we travel west. How I volunteered to be a guard for the summer after that last summer we’d had together, only to find out that you started your training early. They kept their ears and eyes open for me, relaying every story and every rumor because my mind turned toward you like a compass turns north. You could barely breathe, even as you read the letter for what felt like the millionth time. “Y/n? My lady?”

You stared at the name on the letter, scanning over the stories that he told before his confession. Was he doing this as some sort of game? Or did he truly…love you? “Y/n? Are you alright?” You flinched and looked up at JY. ���What? Yes, yes I’m fine…I just…” Your gaze went back to the letter. “I don’t know that I can…” “Did you start on these this morning?” He asked, looking in the basket. “Morning?” You looked out the tent flaps and realized the it was the light of predawn. “It’s…morning.” “You started last night? And only made it through…” His face froze with understanding. “That powerful?” “He had an advantage,” You said, blinking a few times. He never lied when it was about feelings. He…he really loved you. But, did you love him? But then again, what did love even feel like? And how much had he changed in the five years you knew him? “Might I suggest reading other letters to try and put it out of your mind for a while? Especially if you’re going to try and sleep after this?” He kept his voice gentle. “If it still strikes you as the letter you favor most, we can keep that in mind and cut the numbers exponentially.” You nodded a little. “Yes, you’re right. Thank you.” “My wife sent over some breakfast. I’ll have BamBam bring it in. He wished to speak to you anyway.” You looked up in surprise, but nodded. “Of course. Thank you, and thank your wife for me.” He nodded and bowed slightly. BamBam came in a moment later as you tried to decide on the next letter to read. “My lady, I…you haven’t read my letter yet, have you?” “No, I’m afraid not.” He looked relieved. “Don’t. I’m…I’m not ready for a mate. I thought I had to compete, and part of me wanted to, but I don’t actually want to win.” You smiled. “I understand.” You pulled his from the basket, glad they had written their names on the outside, and held it out to him. He took it and looked relieved. “It wouldn’t have made the cut anyway, but thank you.” “Thank you. Nothing against you, but it’s one less person that I have to judge based on observations.” You sighed, leaning back into your seat. “Yeah, it probably sucks having to choose when you don’t know if they even really want you or are doing it for their pack. That’s…that’s kind of why I wanted to pull out. We were hanging out with the Scouts last night and they really care about you. I mean, the other guys in my pack definitely like you and admire you, but I…couldn’t see you as they do.” You smiled, genuinely happy with his confession. “Thank you, BamBam. So, now that you aren’t competing, may I pick your brain?” He looked surprised. “Sure, what about?” “About your fellow pack members. Not at this moment, because I haven’t read their letters yet, but maybe later after I have. I’d like an opinion from someone who isn’t the leader of a pack.” He smirked. “Oh I could tell you things about my pack-mates.” “Excellent. I’ll will contact you later.” You gave him another smile, then turned back to the letters, picking one at random and opening it. You couldn’t focus on it though. You barely managed to take notes on what you liked about the letter. Your gaze drifted to the first letter again. Taehyung… Kind, goofy, and loving Taehyung. Always thoughtful and curious. Your fondest childhood memories were with Taehyung. With all of the scouts, really. You ate the breakfast brought to you, doing your best to distract yourself with the other letters, with the words of other men trying to describe themselves to you. Some were clearly hiding other things, others seemed genuine in attempting to be completely open. Some confessed that they weren’t ready to be your mate, that they were afraid of not participating because of the shame it could bring them in their pack should they drop out instead of being eliminated. Those you made notes next to, and a separate note to yourself for when you were announcing who made it to the next trial to make sure you explained that these were to help you see character and if you didn’t think that you and the writer were compatible for any reason, it was grounds to be eliminated, not just if the content was poor. What really surprised you was how the scouts, still adhering to the rules, had somehow all slipped in something about Taehyung, as if… As if they all knew that he liked you and were worrying about what would happen if you didn’t choose him, but they also cared about you enough to do their very best to try and appeal to you and get you to pick them. Only Yoongi was pretty blunt in saying that he thought you should be with Taehyung and that if he was eliminated it should be because you were fighting for Taehyung to win. Honestly, it was sort of a blessing that he basically asked you to eliminate him. You knew that if all of the Scouts stayed in much longer that there would be talk of bias and unfair judgment. You also eliminated Jungkook, not because his letter wasn’t genuine or fair, but because after reading it you could see that he was doing it because he wanted you to be happy, not really thinking of his own happiness. You were almost certain that he wouldn’t be happy in the long-run. You jerked awake again, checking to see if you had dreamed that you had read letters or if you actually had, then read some more. And more. “My lady?” You jumped, gasping slightly. “Y-yes? Enter.” It was one of the younger boys from Jay Pack, Felix. “The leaders…” He paused, as if trying to remember exactly how to word something. “The leaders were curious as to when you think you’ll have finished all of the letters, also, JY and Namjoon were wondering if you had had lunch or dinner, and whether you had slept or not.” You noted the distinction he had been instructed to make and hid a sleepy smile. “As to the former, the letters will be finished in my own sweet time. As for the latter…” You realized that it was, indeed, evening already. “Apparently not.” He nodded, dipping into a quick bow. “I can get you something, if you like. I know where all the best food is being cooked right now.” You smiled. “Really?” He nodded again. “And since I’m not a competitor in the trials, I’m seen as harmless.” “You don’t mind?” “It looks like you’ve got your hands full,” He looked at the stack of letters that still needed to be read. You sighed. “You have no idea.” Your gaze dropped back to the letter from Taehyung. You light up the dark more than any full moon could, that’s what he wrote. “My lady?” You looked up again, blinking and shaking your head slightly to focus. “Sorry, yes, thank you. If you have time, I would greatly appreciate it.” He nodded and bowed, then exited the tent. You looked at the stack of letters that you still had to read. You were putting the letters in three piles. One pile was those of letters that just didn’t make the cut, the next were those that you wanted to read again when you could focus, and the last pile were those that made the cut. Then Taehyung’s letter, set aside because you knew it was special. It was a love letter. You forced yourself to move on to another letter. It reminded you how hard it was, the life of the pack. Roaming the land, farming, hunting, gathering, and fighting. Fighting to stay alive. There were few settlements, places to stop for hunting and build up supplies. The towns, at least in the Arrow territory, all had storage buildings. Cellars with food that keeps, stacks of firewood and hay, and shelters. They could be called hunting cabins. Then there was the lakeside town for summer, where kids learned to swim and play as a pack, they learned teamwork and tracking skills. Those summers were important. Kids only got to be pups for so long, taking that innocence away from them before they were ready was too cruel to think, and yet was sometimes necessary. You had volunteered to give it up sooner because you couldn’t bear to face a summer without your friends from the Scouts. The only one that you would have seen was Jungkook, and you found out later that during the winter had brought about the brutal death of his mother and he started training to cope. You had seen them briefly five years ago, at a pack meeting where the trials were held for someone from Jay Pack. It wasn’t a trial that included all the packs, but your father acted as mediator so often between the packs that he was often called upon when other packs were holding trials to mediate between the suitors. Plus a pack-meet like the one you were at now strengthened the peace between the packs, and strengthened interpack trade agreements. You groaned and set the letter aside, feeling bad about not giving it the attention it deserved. You looked around, then picked up the quilt again. You took up the silver thread that your pack specialized in and started to embellish the quilt you had finished. You started embroidering constellations onto the quilt. The stars, your precious stars. You also sprinkled oak leaves and maple leaves on in the spaces that looked just a little empty. Oaks were the symbol for the unity of the packs. Sugar maples were only found in Arrow Pack territory, leaving you all as the sole providers of maple syrup. There was a settlement that was make just for processing the sap from the trees from all across the territory. Spring rush was sugar rush. Which reminded you that your father had a whole chest filled with packaged maple syrup, candies, and sugars. It was common practice for the packs to trade goods, and while the majority of the syrup was with the rest of your pack, the art of maple candy and sugar was something that only you, your father, and some of the recently deceased elders had practiced. Now it was only you. You went to the chest and opened it, pulling out the largest bag of simple candies. Favorites amongst the kids of your pack, and that always traded well for the other kids of the pack. “My lady?” “Felix, come in.” He came in with a plate. “Pork sandwich?” “That sounds great, thanks Felix. Candy?” His eyes widened. “Really?” He licked his lips. You grabbed a bag with a decent portion. “Consider it a trade.” You tossed them to him. He caught it and grinned. “Thanks!” “Enjoy, but don’t make yourself sick.” “I will! I mean, I won’t!” He bowed and hurried off with the candy. The sweet smell of the syrup gave you a certain sense of peace, and after you ate the pork sandwich Felix had found for you, you popped one of the hard candies in your mouth to continue reading the letter from before. It was an excellent letter, and you were glad that you had set it aside to read when you could focus. It ended up on the definite pile. You fell asleep shortly after finishing the last letter, only realizing it after you woke up to light filtering through the canvas of your tent and just barely illuminating the inside. You remembered setting the letters aside and turning off the lamp, but you must have fallen asleep before you could actually move over to your bed. You got up and gathered your supplies, sneaking off to the bathhouse, grateful no one else was really awake yet. You bathed and took quite a while to just get yourself cleaned up and presentable. You spent close to an hour doing your hair nicely, then using the raspberry lip stain. With the outfit you chose, your updo, the light makeup, and your usual jewelry you actually looked really good. Strong. Regal. You took a deep breath, drew yourself up, and then exited, walking back to your tent. You still had to make decisions on a few of the suitors based on their letters and the notes you took on them previously, but you wanted to get out of your tent for it. Get out in nature. You gathered the letters that you still needed to look over, your notebook, your knife, then a bag of candies to give to the kids. You then headed down out to look for a place that you could think, scolding yourself for taking Taehyung’s letter as well. After you figured out who made it to the next round, you would have to decide on the trial. So you had two tasks. The kids were already out and playing, but you could still tell the different packs. Scout pack had nine kids, your former pack had three, Jay pack had fifteen, Jellyfish pack had eight, and Stem pack had nineteen. It was another factor you wanted to take in, which pack actually needed you. The Scout and Jellyfish packs were definitely the smallest packs. “Y/n!” One of your former pack kids ran up to you with a grin. “You look so pretty!” “Thank you, Talia.” You held up the bag of candies. “Pass these out to the other kids for me?” “Candy?! I mean, yes! Yes, I’ll pass them out!” He took the bag, excited but careful. “Y/n, is it true that we’re no longer going to be Arrows?” You looked at his curious gaze, then at the other two kids. The kids from all the packs were listening now. “It is true that you will be joining a different pack, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t be Arrows anymore. I…I will always be an Arrow, in my heart. I have fought for, fed, and cared for my pack in the ways of the Arrows. The stories of our elders and ancestors are written in my memories. Joining a different pack will not and does not change that. You will be both, and you will be amazing for it.” You smiled at them. “You will be loyal to your pack. I look forward to hearing the tales of your accomplishments, whether I am in the same pack or not.” “You mean…we’re not going to be in the same pack?” “It’s possible,” You answered. “Now, I should get going. I still have work I need to do for the trial. If anyone asks, I melted into the shadows and disappeared.” You winked at them. They grinned and nodded, all of them getting a candy from the boy with the bag. You went around them and toward the forest edge. “My lady? You look incredible.” Leo was wide-eyed as he looked at you. You smiled and dipped your head, continuing walking. “Thank you, Leo.” “Is it time for the next trial?” “Not yet. Perhaps later today. I’m going to find somewhere peaceful to finish the letters. I’ve been in my tent too long.” You looked toward the forest. “I hope you find what you’re looking for,” He replied, his voice soft and friendly. “Fighting, my lady.” “Fighting, Leo.” You gave him another smile, then nodded to his pack members, who were watching behind him. You turned away and walked toward the forest with a strange sort of confidence and peace. This would be good. Get away from the fuss and the noise. You walked through the woods until you found a spot overlooking the lake. You sat and went through the letters and your notes, making decisions on who you would cut. “You’re missing the view.” You cursed and threw a stone at Taehyung. “Stop scaring me like that! You know I’m focusing on my work.” “I’m just glad you didn’t stab me. A good warrior is always prepared for an attack.” He laughed and sat down beside you after you moved the papers. “But seriously, look.” You let your gaze drift from him to the lake. The sunset had turned in beautiful shades of pink and purple. It was stunning. “You look gorgeous today.” He kept his gaze fixed on the scenery. “Keep dressing like that and everyone will fight to get back into the trials.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t eat lunch. Again. I thought I would be done by then.” He nodded. “The others are looking for you too. Leo said he and his members had seen you enter the forest but no one had seen you since. We were worried.” “You always did know where to find me.” “Even if you didn’t want to be found.” He gestured to the letters. “You’ve read them all?” “Oh yes.” He looked away. “And?” “And these were the ones that I needed to reread. And the one that I couldn’t stop rereading even if I tried,” You answered softly. “Not that I should be telling you that.” “I’ll understand whatever you decide. You’re my friend, y/n. I’ll be happy for you.” He was serious. And so handsome. He looked out over the lake for a moment longer, then turned and met your gaze, looking surprised when he saw you were looking at him. “I can’t just decide from the letters, or I would. I would decide and end the trials,” You told him. He licked his lips, looking nervous. “And what would you decide?” You just smiled and looked back toward the lake. “I should get back so they can call off the search party. Oh, but I haven’t even thought of the next trial…” You groaned and shoved your notebook and the letters into your bag. He just stared at you with wide eyes. You got up and started back toward the camps, trying to think of some sort of character trial, but you were so wiped from the letters and all you could think about was food. “Y/n,” Taehyung called, catching up and grabbing your hand. “Allow me to escort you back?” You nodded, letting go of his hand and taking his arm instead. “It’ll have to be one of the trials my father suggested. The letters have seriously messed with my healthy eating habits.” “I thought the trials in general were doing that to you.” “Well, yes. I just…everything is changing so quickly for me. I don’t know what’s going to happen to the land I grew up in. I don’t know who is going to tap the maples and make syrup. I don’t know if I will ever be able to teach my children the art of maple candies and sugar. Or how to produce the different grades of syrup. I don’t know if I will ever show them all the spots that I knew as a child, or as an apprentice warrior. How long will my father’s legacy last? How long will the peace last now that the arbitrator of that peace has passed away?” You sighed in frustration, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I hate this. I miss him. If he were here…” “I know,” He murmured. “I miss him too. He always looked out for me. And you will teach your kids. You’ll teach them so much. As for the peace, it will last as long as everyone here remembers him. And who could forget? We all tell stories of him. Actually…tonight they were talking about having a big bonfire with food, just a few of the…contestants. We wanted to do something of a memorial for your father since we weren’t here for the burial ceremony.” “Really?” He nodded. “Some of them didn’t know your father well, just stories of him and they wanted to know more about him so that they could know you better. Namjoon agreed to it after Jin and Hoseok talked to him. We knew him, and it does give us an advantage. But it would be even better if you were there. You don’t have to talk, but it could be good for you to hear. To fill in the gaps in our understanding of him.” You looked up at him, grateful for his calm presence. “You’re always there when I need you most.” He looked at you with big eyes. “Of course.” You smiled up at him. “How could it ever be anyone but you?” He grinned. “Well, you did bite my tail…” “Oh please, that was just for an alibi.” You poked the arm you held. He laughed and snuck a kiss to your forehead. “Better put some space between us.” You nodded and straightened yourself properly. Your father had raised you as if you were to be a pack leader’s mate, which required diplomacy and a certain regalia. You still remembered how your mother carried herself, and most often felt yourself trying to imitate her. The two of you reentered the camp, and Stem pack blew their horns to signal the others still searching the woods that you had returned. Taehyung took you to your tent. “Shall I wait for you here, my lady?” “Please. I’ll just be a moment.” You smiled at him and then entered your tent, dropping your bag and grabbing one of your blankets for when the evening cooled. You also grabbed some ingredients to make dessert once at the fire and put them in your basket. You quickly ducked back out. He took the basket wordlessly, just smiling brightly at you. He led the way toward where the bonfire was being built. “Guys! Get another chair—a good one! Y/n is joining us!” The other Scouts looked up with grins, jumping into action while the Jays, Jellyfish, and Stems looked at both of you in surprise. Bambam grinned at you. “My lady.” “Bambam,” You replied with an easy smile. Jungkook brought you a chair, putting the cushions on it and making sure you were at a spot that would seem neutral. You sat down. “If I could have a table as well?” Jin smiled, already bringing one over. “I’ve got you. I saw the pan in your basket.” You smiled and sat bringing the table in front of you so you could work. The boys all sat down again, getting comfortable with their dinner. “Did you finish the letters, my lady?” Hongbin asked. “I did, but no talk of the trials tonight. I think I will go mad if I have to think about that another minute today. It’ll keep until morning.” You pulled out the ingredients you had packed and started putting together the dessert. “Of course,” Jackson said, helping close that line of conversation. “We were just going to share stories about your father. Is that okay?” You nodded. “I will not break from a little sadness.” Or from anguish it would seem. “And there are so many good memories.” “Like the time he saved Hoseok from drowning.” Jimin grinned and stole the seat next to you. “When Hoseok could easily reach the bottom of the lake and just didn’t realize it.” “Aish, we were five!” You giggled a little, not really remembering it yourself. “He carried me on his back for a whole day once,” Jackson chuckled. “I was eight and I had thought he was JY, so I jumped on his back and I just ended up staying there.” “I remember. I asked my mom who the weird kid on Dad’s back was.” You grinned at your work. “It was like we both had this unspoken challenge of who would stop first. Would I get off of him, or would he get me off of him? After that he always was nice to me when he saw me. He would ask how I was like he really cared. Treated me like I was one of his pack every time.” “He treated everyone like they were part of his pack,” Chanyeol said, gazing at his plate and nodding. “Whenever we crossed paths with him he always welcomed us, and we didn’t even cross paths that often. But still, he knew all of our names. He remembered us.” “He treated me like his own son,” Taehyung said, his voice somber and sad. “When he realized my parents weren’t with me that one summer, he made sure I never felt like they were gone. Sang songs to us every night.” “He loved singing lullabies,” You said, gaze drifting over everyone. “He would volunteer to hold the children of the pack just to sing them to sleep. He used to talk of singing the lullabies to his grandchildren.” You dropped your gaze back to the food you were preparing. “Do you sing, my lady?” Woojin asked. “Oh, no, I—” “She sings beautifully, she just gets embarrassed about it.” Taehyung cut you off with an evil little smirk. “Thus, I don’t sing. He asked if I did, and I don’t. That doesn’t mean that I am unable to, Kim Taehyung.” “As the killer in the shadows decrees,” He teased. “I’d hate to incur your wrath and end up like that turkey.” “That’s it. Now I have to kill you as well as Jerry. For the last time, it was a crazy coincidence and they were drunk or high or whatever!” You rolled your eyes. “I can do a lot of things, but I can’t fix the folly and superstitions of others.” Taehyung just started laughing. The others looked amused, but also curious. Taehyung relayed the story, elaborating only slightly. He was so good with people. He quickly had everyone laughing over that story, and one that he remembered of your father. “I can see it in your eyes. You’ve already chosen.” Ken took the seat on your other side. Jin took the pan since you were done, and put it in the spot where it would bake best. You looked at Ken. “The trials are hardly over. There are still many—” “You’ve chosen. The rest is formality, to ease our egos and honor your father’s wishes. You were in love with him before.” You looked back over at Taehyung. “I don’t know about that.” “He’s right,” Jimin said on your other side. “He loves you. And you look at him…” “Are you talking about how obvious it is that they love each other?” Minho asked from across the fire. The other guys chuckled. “I think they were.” N tossed a ball to Ken. You looked around at everyone, only noting surprise on about four faces—including Taehyung’s—mirroring your own surprise. “It’s alright, my lady. We all figured it out when we saw how you looked at Taehyung,” Minho smiled across at you. “We’ll continue the trials for the fun and entertainment of the packs. Morale needed a boost after all the trouble from poachers. The letter sort of threw us for a loop though.” “Right? Most of the time there’s just mock combat, hunting, tracking…physical trials. We realized that she didn’t realize she was in love with him when she announced the letter.” Chen shook his head, smirking. Yoongi smirked as well. “I just told her that if I was eliminated it better be because she was fighting for Taehyung.” “So that’s why we all just pretended to look for her…” Hyuk murmured. “Makes sense. Saw you two in the forest together. You’re most comfortable with him.” Taehyung met your gaze, then the surprised expression faded and he smiled. “So if we were to sneak off to talk?” “As long as you leave the food.” “I second that,” Chan said, licking his lips and sitting near where your food was cooking. “Smells good.” You smiled, watching as Taehyung came over to you. “Bring the quilt. We’re going stargazing.” He took your hand and pulled you to your feet, then guided you back to the forest and then off to a clearing where the quilt was laid out and you two dropped onto it, laying and looking up at the dusk sky. “So…the letter…” “It kept me up all night. I’ve read it almost three hundred times it seems. I could probably quote it to you.” You pointed at the first star that peeked out. He rolled onto his side, propped up on his elbow so he could look at you. “Really?” “I almost told JY that I couldn’t continue the trials after reading it. I didn’t because I didn’t think it’d be fair to everyone else and I…I didn’t know what to think of it myself. All I could do was try and reconcile what I knew when we were kids with who we both are now. I knew that you never lied when it came to feelings when we were kids. I had to believe that you wouldn’t say it just to try and win the trials.” You rolled onto your side so that you were face to face with him. He leaned forward, then hesitated. “I really do love you, y/n. You’re my north star.” “I love you,” You replied in a whisper, knowing it was true. He kissed you. “It’s been torture, not being able to help you. Watching you suffer. Oh gosh, you still haven’t eaten!” He sat up. You shrugged. “I’ll eat later.” You pulled him back in for another kiss. He laughed a little, then pulled away and sat up, talking with you. Catching you up on everything that had happened in the five years since you had seen each other, and listening to the things you had done. He ended up holding you in his arms, fingering the bear claw on your necklace. “Three times your size?” You nodded. “And you were alone?” “Yeah.” He shivered and let go of the charm, burying his face in your neck and his arms pulling you to him protectively. “It could have killed you.” “But it didn’t. I killed it. And I fed my entire pack during a harsh winter, when many of our hunters were too sick to leave the encampment.” You rubbed your face against his. He shook his head. “It’s not just the bear. You could have gotten hurt, hypothermia, you could have been attacked by poachers…anything could have happened to you. Then I…we…” “But I didn’t. My precious Taehyung,” you murmured, kissing him again and again. You felt safe and secure in his arms, loved and cared for. You could see your future with him. “What role would I play in the pack?” “Whatever role you want. I just…I want you happy and healthy and with me. By my side. That’s the role I want you to play, the part of being by my side when I sleep at night and when things are hard.” You smiled. “I can do that.” “So the rest of the trials?” “Essentially rigged, in your favor, of course. But I’ll try and be quick with weeding out the competitors.” You ran your hands over his ears, looking into his eyes. “I’ll cook for you, and keep you warm in winter. I’ll have your kids. Hopefully they take after you.” “And you. Their strong, beautiful, brave, and talented mother.” “But maybe wait a couple years before we have kids?” “Yeah. I want to have some time with you before we go down that road. Kids are a big responsibility and you need to be comfortable in the pack first. I mean, I think our ways are similar. Our traditions are similar. I’ll help you carry on the memory of the Arrow pack.” He rubbed his nose against yours, his hands gently rubbing your back. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours. “Can I sleep here?” “Mmm, perhaps for a moment or two. Let me move so I can see the stars.” He nodded and loosened his grip for a moment so that you could lay on your back, and he held you, curling close to you and closing his eyes. “A person is much better than a pillow,” He murmured, then sighed softly and you could tell he was already asleep. You wondered how many nights he had spent hugging a pillow, and if he had ever imagined what holding you would be like. You could recall some days when you were a teenager where you wondered what it would be like to cuddle with him, and wondering where he was. Especially on those days when you felt so very alone in the world. You looked up and saw Orion, but the hunter wasn’t alone. He was surrounded by so many stars tonight. You smiled up at the sky, wiggling closer to Taehyung. “I’ll belong,” You whispered. “You’re giving me a home again. A family. Appa saw this coming you know, even before the trials began I think he knew that I would end up with you. My Taehyung.” “I’ll protect you,” He murmured, still mostly asleep, but quickly falling completely back to sleep. You threw caution to the wind and pulled the sides of the quilt over the two of you, then closed your eyes and let sleep take over you. You were with the man that loved you. And the man you loved more than the stars that guided you at night, who you could talk to with ease and that you unconsciously leaned on for strength and comfort. The love of your life.

Masterlist.  Masterpost: Who did you pick?  Introduction

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yena was not an unfamiliar face to see at any sort of ball. being the social butterfly she is, she was known to be a great and mood setting guest. though she preferred less extravagant ones, she had a strong sense of duty to attend the more exclusive ones like this one. it’s not like she hated this concept, she just found it rather forced in every aspect and would prefer something more relaxed. despite that, she never turned down an offer for a spin out on the floor - and now her poor feet were aching after the hours spent dancing and walking back and forth from the washroom to sit through her girlfriends’ never ending gossip. she found it cute, how the younger women got so passionate about boys. it was always about boys. after one of the designated washroom trips, she made her way to the cushioned benches lining one of the ballroom walls; finally allowing her feet and mind some rest. with a deep exhale, she glanced across the room, watching the dancing couples fondly. ���it's a pretty sight,’ she thought. the flowing dresses especially. beautiful, even. did her dress look like that earlier? out of the corner of her eye, she took notice of a figure that had barely moved all evening. jinyoung. she’d paid attention to his positioning tonight, because at all the balls she can remember they’d both attended - he’d always just stand or sit by the sides awkwardly, and frankly, it was a bit of an eyesore. not that what he did was wrong, surely no one truly minded him not taking part in the actual dancing - but to yena, this was bothersome. she wanted everyone to enjoy the event, even when she wasn’t the hostess.  with her spent legs, she got up from the bench to waddle over to the familiar male; dropping herself next to him on the bench he previously had had to himself. “jinyoung,” she began, an obvious pleading tone lacing her words, “i beg you, just get out on the floor once tonight. you’re being such a killjoy; it hurts to see you. you should be out there swooning some ladies and having a blast.”