#pt 12 ends in a sort of fade to black. so I can start doing standalone drabbles from this point if I want to

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realizations pt. 1

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James Potter knows he likes girls. In his mind, that has always meant he must be straight. Of course he’s straight. Whenever he sits next to Lily Evans in class, his heart flutters and he gets all useless and flustered. He has kissed girls before, and liked it.

But then, Regulus kissed him, and he’s pretty sure a straight guy wouldn’t have liked it as much as he did. He’s pretty sure a straight guy wouldn’t be up all night, replaying it in his head, a hopeless burning sensation is his chest.

Regulus kissed him. Or did he kiss Regulus? He’s a little fuzzy on those details. But crystal clear is Reg’s lips on his own, the feeling of being featherlight as everything else faded into the background, leaving only him and Regulus.

James sighs, pressing both hands against his eyes until he sees stars, and once again, Regulus is there, a crystal clear image of soft lips and silky black hair that James messed up with his hands as they kissed. Just as he isn’t sure who initiated the kiss, it’s also a bit unclear to him who broke it off. Only that he had been absolutely speechless, staring into Regulus’s eyes for a hint that he had felt what James had felt during that kiss. Then Regulus had muttered some obvious excuse about a curfew and he had been off, leaving James with a warm, confusing feeling bubbling in his stomach.

Regulus is practically family to James. When Sirius ran away from home, Regulus stayed, and for over a year they didn’t talk. Reg avoided him at school. James remembers how hard that was on Sirius. But now, things are good between them. Reg comes over almost every day, without his parents knowing. He’s almost as much a part of the family as Sirius.

It hadn’t occurred to James, before today, that the way he feels about Regulus, the soft affection that makes his cheeks warm, could be anything other than platonic. But that bloody kiss...

James slides out of bed and gets dressed, careful not to wake Sirius, who sleeps in the top bunk. There’s one place he goes when he needs to clear his head. He tiptoes over to the window and opens it as quietly as he possibly can, glancing over his shoulder to check that Sirius is still asleep. He seems to be, so James slides out of the window and onto the roof. He sits down, careful not to step on the loose shingle. His mum doesn’t want him or Sirius to go onto the roof, of fear that they will fall down, but they do it anyway, because there really is no better place to just… sit and be. He looks down onto the street below him, the streetlights the only thing shining through the night. A cool breeze caresses his face, tugs at a rogue strand of hair. James closes his eyes.

There’s no way he isn’t straight. He has spent years watching Sirius and Remus pine after each other like idiots, and the past six months watching them be all gross and lovebird-y. And if he is… anything other than straight, wouldn’t he have realized sooner? He remembers asking Sirius, after his coming out, when he realized he was gay. Sirius had told him that, in a way, he had always known, but he had fully realized it by the time he was 12. For Remus, it was when he was 14, and similarly to Sirius, he had sort of half-known for years before that.

James had never questioned his sexuality before. Surely if he wasn’t straight, the thought would have occurred to him sooner, and not just after kissing a boy. A very, very pretty boy with very soft, kissable lips, who hadn’t left James’s mind ever since.

He sighs, leaning back his head and looking up at the sky, as though some God, if there really is one, is going to come down and give him all the answers.

“Oi.”

James starts and looks over his shoulder. Sirius is leaning against the window sill, squinting up at him. He’s wearing boxers and one of Remus’s t-shirts, which is slightly baggy on him.

“Oh,” James says, his voice a little hoarse. “I didn’t hear you get up.”

“What kind of 2 AM crisis are you having up here, and why didn’t you invite me?” Sirius asks.

James huffs a nervous laugh. “I…” he begins, but trails off, not knowing where to even start.

Sirius heaves himself up, crawling through the window and out onto the roof besides James, and James can’t help but worry that he will catch a cold, sitting out here with bare arms and legs. “Come on, spill the beans, Potter,” Sirius says, nudging their shoulders together.

“Sirius…” James looks down at his hands, nervously fidgeting. “You always say that your gaydar is flawless.”

“Uh-huh,” Sirius says. “And I have yet to be proven wrong on that.”

“Well, d’you think… could I be… anything other than straight?” He’s too nervous to look at Sirius, so he keeps his eyes on his own hands.

“Oh. It’s that kind of crisis,” Sirius says. James’s eyes dart up to meet Sirius’s. He’s leaning back a little, looking at James with thoughtful consideration. “I mean…” he begins. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.”

James blinks, a little perplexed. “Really?” He had expected Sirius to laugh and tell him how ridiculous that was. That James was the straightest person he knew.

“Yeah,” Sirius just says, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It’s cloudy. Almost no stars. “I mean, I’ve caught you staring weirdly at guys several times. And you always used to get flustered around the older teammates when you first joined the football team.”

“Well,” James says hurriedly. “That was because, you know… They were older and so much more experienced and…” Really fucking handsome. He sighs, dropping his face into his hands. “I’m honestly so confused.”

“What exactly sparked this sudden confusion?” Sirius asks. “You’ve always seemed rather confident in your supposed heterosexuality.”

James pushes up his glasses, which had been falling down the bridge of his nose. He hesitates, carefully watching Sirius. When it comes to his brother, Sirius is incredibly protective, and James isn’t entirely convinced he won’t get pushed off the roof for telling the truth.

“I kissed Regulus,” he says finally, deciding that Sirius probably won’t push him off the roof.

A beat. “What?”

James swallows nervously. “I… kissed your brother. Or maybe he kissed me. A kiss happened, between me and your brother.” He watches Sirius for several agonizing seconds. “Please, don’t be mad.”

“I’m not… mad,” Sirius says. “If you were anyone else, I probably would be grabbing you by your shirt collar and threatening your life right now, but… You’re James Potter. I’d trust you with my bloody life.”

James releases a breath of relief. “Right,” he mutters. “Thank you, Sirius.”

There’s a stretch of silence between them, which Sirius is the one to break. “So… you kissed Reg,” he reiterates. “And you liked it?”

The kiss forces its way back into James’s mind, and he lets out a strange sound between a sigh and a groan. “I… think so,” he says. “I mean, whenever I think about it, I get this warm, bubbly, incredible feeling in my chest, and… Well, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Sirius grins, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah,” he says. “Doesn’t sound very straight to me.”

Well, yeah. James knows he’s right, but he can’t quite wrap his head around it.

“It’s just,” he says quietly. “I definitely like girls. I’ve always known I like girls. I mean, for goodness’s sake, I’ve been crushing on Lily for years.”

“Yes.” Sirius nods. “But that doesn’t automatically make you straight, J. You can like girls and guys, you know.”

“I know…”

Sirius covers his mouth, stifling a yawn. “I think you should talk to Re about this,” he says. “I mean, he’s the expert, really. Like… A Bisexual Messiah or something.”

That earns him a laugh from James. “Yeah, he is, isn’t he? You’re right. I’ll… talk to him tomorrow, probably.”

“Lovely,” Sirius says. “Can we please go back inside now? I’m freezing my bloody ass off.”

“You could’ve put on some trousers and a jumper, you moron!” James scolds him, and Sirius shoves him gently.

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“Babe,” Sirius says over lunch the next day, taking Remus’s hand in his own. They share a disgustingly sweet look. “I think James had something he wanted to talk to you about.”

Remus looks at him, chewing a bit of his sandwich. He swallows. “Oh?”

“Er...” James looks around the crowded school cafeteria. “Can we talk somewhere more private, maybe?”

Peter looks up from his lunch. “What’s it about?” he asks James.

“Nothing,” James says, a bit too fast. “There’s just something I wanted to ask Re. It’s nothing interesting, don’t worry, Pete.”

“Then why do you need to go somewhere private?” Peter presses on.

Sirius opens a canned soda, looking around to check that no teachers are close by. Every day at lunch, he plays the same game of “Can I drink my soda before a teacher confiscates it?” Most days he’s not quick enough to actually finish it, but it doesn’t stop him from trying. “Damn, Petey,” he says. “Maybe it’s none of your fucking business. Shut up and eat.”

If someone else talked to Peter like that, they would probably end up with Sirius’s fist in their face, but apparently, it’s fine when Sirius does it himself.

Remus takes another bite of his sandwich, before putting it down. “Well,” he says to James. “We can go find an empty classroom if you’d like.” He looks intrigued, and James guesses Sirius hasn’t told him anything yet.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” James says, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. It was one thing, telling Sirius last night. He has always told Sirius everything, and there’s something about that spot on the roof that makes late-night talks feel… almost sacred. Telling Remus will be a bit more daunting. But he follows Remus out of the cafeteria and into an empty classroom, anyway.

“So,” Remus says, shutting the door behind them. “What did you wanna talk about?”

James realizes he probably should’ve thought this through beforehand. He has no clue what to say. “Well,” he begins awkwardly. “You’re bi.”

For a few long seconds, Remus just looks at him, confused. “Yes?” he says. “I… know?”

James sighs, leaning back against the teacher’s desk. He combs a hand through his hair, messing it up at the back. “Yeah, it’s just that, er… I think I might be bi, too?” He looks up for Remus’s reaction.

“Oh!” Remus says. “But you aren’t sure, or…?”

“I don’t know,” James mumbles. “I’m bloody confused. And Siri said I should talk to you because you’re like… The Bisexual Messiah. I think that’s how he phrased it.”

Remus grins. “The Bisexual Messiah? Huh. I should get that on a t-shirt.” James must look quite miserable, because Remus clears his throat, looking a bit more serious. “So you’re questioning if you might be bi?” he asks softly.

James nods. “I kissed… someone,” he says. “A guy. It was Reg, actually.”

Remus arches an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, so James goes on:

“And it felt really, really good. I practically haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. But I’ve just always thought of myself as, you know, completely straight. But, well, as Sirius pointed out to me yesterday, there’s not really anything straight about the way I felt when I kissed him.” He bites his lip, looking up at Remus.

“Right,” Remus says thoughtfully. “What exactly did you need me for? Sounds like you’ve got it figured out alright.”

“I have?” James asks in bewilderment.

Remus chuckles. “Okay, maybe not, then,” he says. “I just meant, you know… You’ve known for a long while that you liked girls. And now, after kissing Reg, you’ve realized that you like guys too, right?”

Does he like guys? James lets his mind wander, filtering through memories he didn’t realize he had archived. A gym locker room, all of them sweaty after football practice. One of the older students, shirtless, slinging an arm around James and telling him he played well, and James getting light-headed and flustered. He had told himself it just felt good to be acknowledged by an older, more skillful teammate, but looking back on it, it was possible that some of the heat rushing to his cheeks had been because of their bare skin touching. And then there were the dreams, which he had dismissed as not meaning anything, but… Perhaps dreaming about kissing boys did mean something.

“Huh,” he says finally. “I’m… lowkey stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ve somehow managed to ignore loads of signs that I wasn’t straight. And I didn’t even realize it before now!”

Remus’s face softens. “Jem, that’s… completely normal. I think a lot of queer people at some point look back and wonder how they didn’t realize sooner. I certainly did.”

“Oh.” James laughs breathily. “Well… Shit. This is interesting.”

Remus laughs with him. “You know,” he says. “You can take as much time as you need to figure all of this out. And if you have any more questions, I’m here.”

“Thank you, Re,” he says. “But… I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Oh, okay.”

James lets the silence stretch for a moment. His palms are sweating a little, and he wipes them on his trousers. “So, er… Can I tell you something?”

Remus smiles a little. “Yeah.”

“I’m bisexual,” James tells him, and… wow. Saying it out loud feels incredible, like a weight he didn’t know he was carrying being lifted off his shoulders. He grins.

Remus nods, grinning back at him. “That’s great, James, thank you for telling me!” Then, after a short pause: “Have you talked to Regulus?”

The mention of him brings the memory of the kiss back in full effect, and James can feel his cheeks heat up. He’s grateful that his darker skin makes it almost impossible to tell when he’s blushing, though he guesses Remus still senses it. “Not since he practically fled yesterday, after we… you know.”

“Ah,” Remus says. “Well… Maybe you should. Talk to him, I mean.”

James sighs, ruffling his hair with one hand. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I usually am,” Remus says with a grin. “That reminds me, Siri owes me ten pounds.”

“What? You and Sirius had a bet running on my sexuality?” James asks, slightly indignant, but more curious than anything.

Remus shrugs. “Well, no. We had a bet running on whether you would realize before we graduated. And you did!” He throws his hands up in a little gesture of victory, and James groans.

“You’re the worst,” he says. “You’re both the bloody worst.”

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Return (Vampire Boyfriend, pt. 1)

I was hoping to finish this in one go, but it looks like the best method for me will be to work on this story in small chunks. I hope you guys don’t mind this new format for now. With that being said, I hope you enjoy the first part! Female Reader (POV) x Male Monster

tw: injury, blood The tenth anniversary of Last Haven’s destruction is fast approaching. And for once you feel the urge to do something. What that something is though, you’re not sure. 

But doing is better than wishing, than flipping through the local TV stations huddled under your blanket and watching the documentaries like clockwork.

Seeing clips of your younger, ash-covered self being hoisted up by a kind firefighter near the town’s outskirts didn’t affect you before. But now? It’s as if a spark has been ignited in your chest from years of not being able to act. Yet here you are now, able to support yourself and healing through the aid of therapy. These reasons encourage you to make a necessary phone call.

“And you’re sure about this?”

Your fingertips dig into the plastic of your phone case, a method of grounding you picked up long ago. 

“I am,” you say with assurance. “I...just can’t really ignore Last Haven anymore.”

With a soft sigh, Dr. Kern explains she isn’t surprised by your restlessness or your admission. There have been others that have also decided to revisit their respective sites of trauma. Mainly to gain freedom, a needed emotional release, and a new perspective. She sees it as an opportunity for closure, something denied to you since your parents started over again by moving far, far away. But the underlying hesitation in her tone is clear as day.

“If you’re going to do this, I’d prefer for you to not go alone. Have one of your parents go with you. And if not them, ask one of the other survivors in town if they’d be willing to travel with you.”

Dr. Kern has been nothing but supportive since you met her a few years ago at the recommendation of your childhood therapist. 

“I will,” you say, swallowing the sour taste at the back of your mouth. 

It makes lying to her all the more difficult. 

But you know that, in their older age, your parents have fully washed their hands of their old home. And forcing them to return would only open scarred over wounds. While part of you is glad for her support, the other is too busy trying to abate your growing guilt. 

It’s only when you promise to keep her abreast of the situation through texts and emails that her uncertainty and some of your guilt fades away.

Dr. Kern’s backing, coupled with needing to protect your parents and your urge to return, keeps you seated as the intercity bus pulls away from its station. Just before sunrise.

Your eyes scan the shadowed, passing scenery as the sprawling concrete gives way to barely-touched nature. The number of power poles and lines dwindle as the landscape grows brighter and slowly becomes familiar. Somewhere along the way, your eyes grow heavy and your lids fully eclipse your sight. That’s not surprising considering you couldn’t fall asleep last night. It’s why it’s easy for you to give into your fatigue.

A myriad of scenes flash in your mind, a film clunkily spliced together by your weary subconscious. But there are three things that stand out the most: a brilliant shade of red, an old manor, and someone’s back facing you...

“End of the line, ma’am.”

The driver’s announcement startles you awake. Blinking away the grit in your eyes brings you back to the present and the fact that you’re the sole remaining passenger. You gather your duffle bag of essentials, checking your jeans pockets for your phone and return ticket. Thankfully, the bouquet of roses you purchased prior to leaving hasn’t been horribly jostled.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the driver staring at you with furrowed, deep brown brows and a twisted mouth. 

“You visiting family, Miss?”

The look grates a bit at your nerves and is one you know all too well: that of possible familiarity, coupled with doubt. The sort of expression anyone “famous” may receive.

“Something like that,” you say, a tone of finality in your reply.

The driver doesn’t press the issue, allowing you to unboard at the station. Pulling your coat tighter around your frame, you notice there are only two other people present. One being the bus driver, walking past a door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’. The other is the ticket teller awaiting you with a small smile. 

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Um, yes. I’m hoping to get closer to Last Haven. Are there any running cabs that’ll take me there?”

Her blue eyes flit down to your side, where you carefully hold the bouquet of red roses. A frown pulls at her tanned skin, one filled with sympathy.

“Unfortunately, no. Years ago, all taxicabs that drove to and through that location had their routes updated by the local company. It made sense at the time since Last Haven quickly turned into a ghost town. But if you’d like, I could suggest some hotels further back the way you came?”

You glance at the large, hanging digital clock above her head. 12 noon. That leaves six hours of daylight left; plenty of time. 

“No, thank you,” you say. “I’ll figure something out.”

That ‘something’ being hoofing it all the way there. From what you remember from your childhood, this particular bus station is only a ten minute drive from Last Haven’s outskirts. No pit-stops or detours; just a straight road. Seems simple enough.

With a final assuring wave towards the teller, you step outside onto the black, concrete road and start walking. You’re thankful for your past decision to wear comfortable yet sturdy boots, having recalled the biting chill of Last Haven’s autumns. Your eyes flit up. The sky’s somewhat overcast, but you don’t expect any rain. The forecast didn’t call for it but nowadays, it’s hard to trust what the local weathermen say. You know this personally, since there have been rampant theories as to what caused Last Haven to burn. 

Some meteorologists claimed an unexpected dry spell in town coupled with a few well-timed lightning strikes were what set Last Haven ablaze. But according to old documentaries, previous locals had their own theories. Spontaneous combustion, an accidental fire. Hell, some even claimed cryptids or extraterrestrials. 

Maybe that’s the reason you’ve been drawn back here after so long. To learn what really happened. But as the gray, thin-barred trees become more apparent and what little greenery you see transitions into charred earth...

“Where the hell would I even start?” you utter.

Still, your feet carry you forward, undeterred, until you reach the first landmarker of the town. Faded and chipped blue paint against a tan, charred wooden sign announces Last Haven’s city limits and welcomes you. It’s a mere shell of how it once was, more so with how proud the mayor was with its constant upkeep. 

You steel yourself and begin focusing on crossing the boundary into town. But an odd noise redirects your attention. 

A figure sits in front of a tree that’s a short stone’s throw from the sign. You can’t make out their features thanks to their bowed head and the thick scarf obscuring their face. But the holes and tears in their dirt-crusted clothes and boots hint towards a life of vagrancy. 

Seeing a drifter or two always tugged at your heartstrings. And back in the city, it was a usual sight. But here, your mind keeps attempting to comprehend what your eyes see. Their hands move deftly, methodically with ease, which should be impossible.

No normal person should be able to break apart a metal bear trap with their bare hands.

Your nerves scream at you to run, duck out of sight, anything. You will your heavy legs to inch back, but your heel catches onto something. 

You tumble to the ground, landing on your rear with a sharp cry. Your hold on the roses tighten, and the stems bend from your harsh grip. Yet in spite of the pain coursing through you, you freeze. 

Because the vagrant is standing before you, over you, staring at you with wide, dark eyes. When had they moved? Their broad build becomes apparent to your frantic gaze in spite of their baggy clothes. You slowly pull yourself up, just enough to recline on your elbows. Your empty fingertips uselessly clutch at the cold concrete road.

“P-please...I don’t—”

A deafening crack sounds. Something pierces the vagrant’s shoulder, splashing blood and shredded cloth onto the ground. On you. The vagrant roars in pain with a deep bellow. Turns and snarls at the space behind them. A small, macabre part of your wonders if they’re bearing their teeth. Another screams at you to run because the whites a normal person’s eyes would never darken to a pitch black.

Your body moves, your mind blank. You run as fast as your feet can carry you, but you don’t make it far. Another explosion rings out and you only know pain. Against the growing haze of your mind, you think you hear another roar. And maybe see the vagrant leap and fly through the air. You honestly aren’t sure. Your vision fades to black before you can make sense of things.

[thinkyoureholy]

Stow Away [15]

[The next chapter will be the last😞]

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Pairing : Kim Jongdae / [Fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Pirate! AU

Words : 3.1k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15. End.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I walked through the bustling streets of the capital, keeping an eye out for any of the royal guard. It felt a bit nostalgic to be back here but that didn’t last long as I finally realized this place wasn’t really home for me, it never was. What made it feel like home were the people around me but with Hera gone and Yunho having to keep his distance per my request this place was just a place I lived in, nothing more and nothing less. I let out a heavy sigh, looking over my shoulder to see Jay and Uri following closely behind. I have a feeling Jongdae knows what I’m up to since he sent these two with me but highly doubt that’s the case. He can’t possibly know what Byungho said to me which means he sent them with me because he’s wary of the guards catching me.

“You know it’s a lot more suspicious with three people with hoods over their heads than one right?” I said, wanting to get them to let me go on my own.

“We’re not letting you out of our sight little dove, so don’t even think about it.” Jay said, his voice serious.

I scoffed, cursing under my breath. If they come with me Byungho will have Joonhyuk killed as soon as he sees them.  As I tried to think of a way to get them to go a different route or lose them within a crowd Byungho’s last words to me rang in my head, ‘I’ll bring the boy to Berry’s pub, I’m sure you know where it is. Come alone or the boy dies.’ I frowned, if Joonhyuk dies then all of this is for nothing but how was I going to get them to let me out of their sight? I only needed a few seconds but even that seemed difficult. I rubbed my hands over my face, wracking my brain for ideas when I heard the sounds of the crowd getting louder. I looked up to that they had gathered around two small children dancing. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion until it hit me, today was the day of the black sun. 

I looked around frantically, seeing all the decorations hung up, people wearing gold cloaks with the black sun on their backs. Of course, how could I have forgotten. Apparently this year the sun was to turn black for at least two minutes. This was my chance, I could use those two minutes of complete darkness to slip away from Uri and Jay. Once away from them I could make it to the pub, yes, this was the opportunity I was looking for. I bowed my head slightly, hiding the smile that played at my lips. It was supposed to happen at around midday this year. I looked up at the sky to see that it was directly overhead, my eyes widening in surprise at seeing it already started. I looked over my shoulder to see Uri and Jay looking around, completely oblivious to everything. They must be from a place that doesn’t make a fuss about this time of year, if they were they’d know why the celebrations were going on. 

“What’s going on?” I heard Jay say under his breath, noticing how it was slowly starting to get darker and darker.

Uri said nothing, his brow furrowed as he looked around. It wouldn’t take Uri long to figure out what was happening, I could practically already see the gears turning in his head. Just as he figured it out the last bits of the sun turned black, the whole capital swallowed by the darkness.

“Jay grab her!” I heard Uri yell, he must’ve figured out my plan as well.

Just as I went to take off I felt my cloak being tugged from behind, “Y/N don’t-”

“I’m sorry.” I said in a voice barely above a whisper, untying the strings around my neck that kept the cloak in place.

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I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees as I leaned forward to catch my breath. I looked around to see that I was fairly close to the pub but not I was out without a cloak in broad daylight. With a sigh I simply walked over to a stall and stealthily grabbed a cloak they were selling, swiftly wrapping it around my shoulders and tying the strings together. I needed something to not only hide my face but the two swords I had attached to my hips. I looked around to see if anyone saw me, relieved when I noticed everyone was too preoccupied doing their own thing. I nodded to no one in particular, going over what I had planned in my head as I made my way over to the pub. 

I must’ve been too wrapped up in my thoughts because I was standing right in front of the door before I knew it. I looked up at the door, my heart plummeting to the pit of my stomach as the doubt started to seep in. I started doubting if I should be doing this to begin with. The selfish part of me wanted to just take off and leave everything behind, the capital, Joonhyuk, even Jongdae. I wanted to escape from it all. I started to think why I should be the one to risk my life for these people. My life had been one catastrophe after another, since the moment I was born I’ve felt that I’ve been cursed, cursed to live a miserable life. And here I was, with a chance to escape from everything, alive, a chance to start a new life. But as soon as that thought crossed my mind a sad smile took purchase on my face. I chuckled softly, clenching my hands into fists at my sides.

You know nothing in your life will change if you run away.

I know.

So why not do something good for once?

I felt a single tear cascade down the side of my face. Damn you, Jongdae, if it was for anybody else I wouldn’t even think about doing this but you--I let out a dry chuckle this time, feeling a lump in my throat. I looked up at the sky one last time, knowing deep down that it might actually be the last time. I reached up to wipe away my tears before shoving the door to the pub open and there he was.

Byungho was sitting in the middle of the pub, facing the door as if he was waiting for me. And as soon as he laid eyes on me a grin formed on his lips, his eyes lighting up.

“Y/N, love, you really showed up,” He said with a chuckle, shaking his head, “Man, that Jongdae really got you to fall hard for him, huh? Fuck...do I feel sorry for you now, but, a deal’s a deal.”

Byungho gave a wave of his hand and before I knew it a young boy who I assumed to be Joonhyuk was thrown in front of me. I took a cautious step towards him, looking at Byungho only to see him nod, gesturing towards the boy. Quickly, without wasting any time I went to him, untying his arms as fast as I could. I gave him a once over, seeing that he was practically unharmed.

“Who--who are you?” He asked in a small voice, retracting from my touch.

I gave him a small smile, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him that he was safe, “I-I’m a friend of your brother’s-”

“Girlfriend to be more exact.” Byungho said, cutting me off as he stood up from his seat.

I gave him a look before looking back into Joonhyuk’s eyes, “I’m here to take you home.”

“Ah ah ah, I’m going to have to stop you there love. You’re not taking him anywhere.”

I rose to my feet at his words stepping in front of Joonhyuk, protecting him from Byungho, “But you said-”

“I said, I’ll trade him for you. I never said anything about you taking him to Jongdae. He’s a big boy, he can find his own way to his brother.” Byungho said taking a step towards me.

“How do I know you won’t kill him before he gets there?”

Byungho took another step forward, standing directly in front of me now. His face adorned a smirk as he leaned forward, mere inches separating our faces.

“You have my word, love.”

I stared into his eyes, searching for anything that told me he was lying through his teeth. I was surprised to find nothing of the sort, he’s telling the truth. With a nod I took a step back, turning to Joonhyuk and helped him to his feet.

“J-Jongdae will be roaming around the capital until nightfall but I’m sure Jay and Uri have gotten to him by now to tell him that I’ve disappeared. They’ll regroup at the ship like we planned if anything went wrong. You--You just run down to the docks as fast as you can do you understand?” I asked, making sure he understood what I was saying.

“W-Wait I...I don’t-”

“Joonhyuk, do you or do you not understand?” I asked once more, cutting him off.

Joonhyuk opened his mouth to speak but closed it immediately, nodding his head. I smiled at the nod, reaching into my pocket quickly and pulled something out, putting it in his hand, closing his fingers around it.

“G-Give this to your brother okay? Tell him--tell him that I said I’m sorry.” I said with tears in my eyes, my hands shaking slightly, “Now go, go!”

Joonhyuk hesitated for a moment before swallowing harshly, nodding slowly. And without another word he stumbled out of the pub, running to the docks. I stared at the door of the pub as it closed, clenching and unclenching my hands at my sides. I closed my eyes for a moment before placing my hands on the hilt of the swords at my sides, pulling them out of their sheaths. I turned to face Byungho as I pulled the blades free, seeing a grin on his face.

“Come on now, love, there’s no need for that.”

I smirked at his words, trying to hide the fact that I was scared out of my mind, “You didn’t think I’d just go with you without a fight did you?”

-Jongdae’s P.O.V-

As soon as the sun turned pitch black the two that I had with me grabbed onto both of my arms. I had to hold back the laugh that threatened to fall from my lips as I shook them off.

“Guys I’m fine.” I let out with a chuckle.

“But...sir…”

“I’m fine it should be over quickly.” 

And just like I said within the next minute or so the darkness faded, the sun shining brightly like before.

“See? Everything’s fine.” I said with a smile.

That smile fell as quickly as it came as I heard my name being yelled out from a distance. I looked towards them, seeing Uri and Jay running towards me...without Y/N. As soon as I saw them without her a sinking feeling fell over me. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

“Where--Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m sorry man, but when it went dark she...bolted. I tried to stop her but she got away.” Jay said, worry clear in his eyes.

I ran my fingers through my hair, already feeling the desperation try to take over. Shit, I knew it, I fucking knew it. She was up to something.

“Fuck!” I yelled out, kicking at discarded box. 

“Jongdae...what do you want us to do?” Uri asked, taking a step forward.

I wracked my brain for an idea, a clue as to where she could’ve gone. She’s been so closed off and reserved for days now I could hardly tell what she was thinking. Every time I asked her about it she either dodged the question or ignored me entirely. She’s been this way since-- no, no she couldn’t have. My heart began to race at the possibility. I didn’t want to believe it but it made sense.

“Take me to where you were with her last.” I ordered in a firm voice, both Uri and Jay nodding as they lead the way.

I followed after them, my thoughts in a jumbled mess, my emotions trying to get the best of me. The last time I felt like this was when Byungho took Joonhyuk from me and now that there’s a possibility that Y/N might-- I cut my own thoughts off, not wanting to even think about it. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts I didn’t notice a body slam into me.

“I-I’m sorry I just-”

I looked up at the sound of the voice, my eyes widening in surprise, “J-Joon?”

He looked up into my eyes, his immediately filling with tears. Without wasting another second I threw my arms around his body, hugging him close to me. As soon as my arms wrapped around him I felt his shoulders shake with a sob. My eyes filled with tears at having him with me again.

“W-Why I mean--I mean how are you here?!?! I thought Byungho-”

“B-Byungho he...and she stayed, told me to f-find you and-”

I cut him off, placing my hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to look into my eyes instead of everywhere else, “Hey, hey calm down. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

He took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them, “She’s still back there, Dae.”

“W-Who?” I asked but knew exactly who he was talking about.

“She’s uh, about this tall, her hair came up to here, really nice eyes, like, really nice. I felt completely safe under her gaze and um, a scar that went from her ear to the middle of her neck.” He said, describing her perfectly, down to that unmistakable scar on her face.

I let out a shaky breath at his words, feeling myself start to lose it but I held it together, “Where?”

“B-Berry’s. They’re at Berry’s pub.”

As soon as those words left his lips I pulled Dom towards me, “You are to take him to the ship and guard him with your life. If anyone tries to stop you and I mean anyone you kill them am I clear?”

“Crystal, sir.”

“Good, now go.” I said through clenched teeth, releasing him. 

I looked to my brother one last time, placing a gentle hand atop his head for a moment. I sighed heavily, letting my hand fall back to my side. Just as I went to give my back to him he stopped me, his hand wrapping around my wrist tightly. Before I could question him he placed a folded up piece of paper in my hand.

“She said she’s sorry.”

At his words a single tear slid down the side of my face before I could stop it, my chest tightened, my heart skipping a beat. I nodded, closing my fingers around the letter and called out to the other three to follow me.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I gasped for air, pushing myself up on trembling arms. I couldn’t breath, my lungs not taking in the air around me, they refused to. I clawed at my chest, gasping desperately for air, watching the blood from my mouth trickle to the floor below me. Just when I thought I was finally going to breath in that fresh air I’ve been desperately gasping for this whole time I felt his foot made contact with my stomach once more. Like the last kick I felt something crack at my side. I groaned deep in my throat, turning over onto my back as I clutched at my abdomen, as if that would relieve the pain.

“You really thought you could take us all on, huh” Byungho said smugly, crouching down next to me, his fingers brushing against my cheek softly.

I slapped his hand away, still having enough energy to do that at least. He chuckled softly, his fingers grabbing my jaw roughly, “You’ll pay for the men you took from me today. You killed eight of my men and for every one you killed it earned you a scar, by the time I’m done with you not even Jongdae will want you with the scars all over your body.”

I grit my teeth, feeling the blood in my mouth beginning to accumulate before I spit it in his face, “Fuck you.”

He set his jaw, closing his eyes as he let out a deep breath through his nose, pulling his  arm back and punched me scare in the face. He let me go as my head lolled back, disoriented. Slamming my back against the floor he stood up, turning his back on me as if he was going to walk away but he came right back swinging his foot forward. He kicked at me over and over again, I lost count how many times his foot made contact with my body. By the time he was done with me I was barely holding onto consciousness, my body hurting all over, I could barely move. In the state I was in the only thing I could think of doing was call out to him but I couldn’t even make my own voice come out of my mouth, something as simple as that hurt too much. Just as I was about to pass out from the pain the door to the pub swung open. There was silence for a moment before a booming voice yelled out.

“Killed them, kill them all! Not one of them gets out of here alive!”

I hear Byungho laugh before giving his men orders, the sound of metal clanging against metal being the only thing I heard. I let out a groan, forcing myself to turn onto my stomach as I tried to crawl away to a safe place, to a place where I wouldn’t be harmed anymore. I didn’t get very far before I felt strong arms scoop me off the floor. I tried fighting against their hold but I didn’t have enough strength in me to raise my hand.

“I’ve got you, now. You did good holding out for this long, dove. Now let me take care of the rest alright? You just get some rest.”

“D-Dae?”

“Y-Yeah its me dove, I’m here.” He said, his voice breaking towards the end.

I gave a small smile before closing my eyes, giving into the darkness that wanted to claim me so bad.

[jenobloom]

I DON’T KNOW WHY I BOTHER (Pt 2)

Part 1

I round of quick, harsh knocking came from my door, rudely yanking me from my peaceful sleep and cloud-like bed. I ungracefully rolled off my mattress and onto the ice-like floor with a hard thud before stomping over to the black door and pulling it open, an unwelcoming scowl gracing my face to make sure I conveyed my annoyance to the unexpected caller correctly.

“What?” I huffed, before registering who was actually at the door.

“Not a morning person I guess?”

I looked at Jihoon, his light blonde hair brushed neatly, a cheerful smile gracing his irritatingly perfect bare face and a small bouquet of pastel blue, baby pink and white flowers accompanied by a letter in his hand. Suddenly I was embarrassed by my own appearance; my messy bed head of faded violet hair fell around my puffy, sleepy face and an oversized crumpled BTS shirt that barely covered my way too revealing underwear was all that I wore.

“U-uh, come in? Sorry about the mess.”

I left Jihoon at the door to quickly make my bed (if you could call it that, it was just 2 mattresses stacked on top of each other on the floor with a few mattress toppers to make it softer) so that he had a place to sit before dumping the plates and cups that littered my desk in to the sink, my studio apartment was tiny and barely furnished by Pledis so even a few things out of place could make it look messier than what it really was. Jihoon had now seated himself on my makeshift sofa, his shoes abandoned carefully by the door and his legs crossed so I placed myself next to him, crossing my legs and pulling the oversized T-shirt down more as I was aware of my lack of clothing but was shameless enough to not care after opening the door to him; I had known him for over a month now and we had become close enough for it to not be weird or uncomfortable.

“So, what brings you here at,” I glanced at the small digital clock on my desk across the room, “10AM?”

“I wanted to thank you for your vocals on our song and celebrate how well it has done since being released 2 weeks ago!” He handed me the flowers and letter, giving me a small pat on the leg by my knee, “I also came to give you news...”

I shot him a look with my left eyebrow raised, placing the bouquet gently in front of me on the floor before inspecting the envelope carefully. My full name had been printed on the front which suggested that it had not been written by Jihoon himself like I had first thought, it was light also which meant it couldn’t contain more than 3 sheets of paper. Ripping along the top of the envelope I grabbed my glasses from my bedside table, so I could read easily before pulling out the single page.

Dear Miss Weon,

I am writing to inform you that a decision regarding your career with PLEDIS Entertainment has been made. From December 20th, 2015 your contract as a solo artist will be terminated and you will begin a new contract with PLEDIS Entertainment as the 14th member of SEVENTEEN.

Please attend a meeting with us on December 19th, 2015 at 12:00PM to discuss and sign the new contract and talk about accommodation arrangements.

Yours sincerely,

Kim Lee

Head of PLEDIS Entertainment creative direction

 I stared at the short letter in my hands with wide eyes for a few more minutes as I soaked in the information on the paper, my mouth opening and closing like a fish’s as I tried to form words and questions that would make sense. I slowly turned to Jihoon, looking to receive an explanation as to what was going on, unsure on what I had just read as a million thoughts trampled my brain and failed to form anything that made sense. I wasn’t sure if I should feel sad, angry or happy about my career as a solo artist ending and I didn’t know if I should be excited about joining the boys of Seventeen or worried about not all of them accepting me as part of their group, my friendship with most of them was still new, me and Minghao didn’t exactly get along, would they look at me joining their already well-known, quickly rising group as me using their hard work and tears? Would I set their team back in terms of popularity and progress? Would I even fit in with their image?

“Jihoon, I don’t think I can do it. I’m not doing it, I refuse, I’m going to get dressed and go to the offices to sort everything out.”

I slipped in to the bathroom to change my underwear and put on a bra then stepped out, ignoring Jihoon completely as I stood half naked in front of my wardrobe, tugging on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans before grabbing a white tank top and the distressed soft baby pink oversized hoodie from the chair at my desk.

“Kia,” Jihoon finally pulled my attention back to him with difficulty, having to grab my wrist gently to make me pay attention. “We want you to be a part of Seventeen, everyone has agreed with management and signed their side of the contract, we’re actually looking forward to you joining us. If you really don’t want to then it’s fine but please don’t turn down the opportunity because of us,” he released my wrist and offered what was supposed to be a comforting smile as I chewed roughly on my lip, considering his words and playing with a random thread from the hoodie in my hand.

“Okay... I’ll do it. I’m not going to have any important parts though, I’ll stay in the background as best I can, and I’m only joining if management let me create myself, no more of this bubble gum bullshit.” I finally pulled the tank top and hoodie over my head, the hem of the hoodie hanging loosely off my frame, ending at mid-thigh and the sleeves falling past my hands so I could make sweater paws. “Okay, bubble gum colours are staying but only because they’re pretty.” I giggled at Jihoon’s quirked eyebrow and amused expression.

We both laughed lightly at my comment, I continued by taming my nest of hair, putting the faded purple locks in to two messy space buns and styling my bangs to fall correctly over my forehead, applying my usual base make up before applying smokey pink eye shadow and winged eyeliner, giving my lips the pink ombre look and finally putting my thin framed glassed on so I could see properly as I was too lazy to bother with my contacts before clipping a small hoop and some chain earrings in to my right ear piercings and a simple few studs in my left piercings. Finally, I pulled on some black wedge heel boots and a smart oversized long black coat.

“So, Mr Lee, where to?” I smiled at him, grabbing my phone and my black satchel as we left my tiny apartment.

“Coffee shop? We both need the coffee, it’s cold and a perfect way to celebrate, oh and I hope you don’t mind but I’ve also invited a friend to meet us, he’s going to help with a future hip hop unit solo song, so we need to discuss the type of sound we want.” He stuffed his hands in to his pockets for warmth and I mirrored him.

“And here I was thinking you had left your business side at the dorm for once,” I poked his squishy cheek as he shot me a joking glare. “Out of curiosity, what unit will I be in?”

“…We’ll discuss that at the coffee shop.”

“Jihoon oppa, you’re so mean!” I pouted, smirking as I knew he hates being called oppa.

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Next day

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From: Heonie

Good luck with the meeting today, don’t sass them too much

To: Heonie

I don’t need your advice but thanks bee boy <3 Meet up soon? I miss you guysss

From: Heonie

And just as I thought the insults had stopped >.> but yeah sure

I laughed and tucked my phone back in to the pocket of my long coat, looking back up from the floor and straight at Dino’s questioning chocolate eyes. The whole Seventeen group was here to attend the meeting with me, each of them (even Minghao surprisingly) promising to help me get a position as a rapper in the group as we knew it was what I was best at and what I wanted to do.

“You ready?” Dino smiled down at me, poking my cheek affectionately as I poked his in return as it was now the standard way of us greeting one another.

“Yeah, I guess, I can’t believe I’m about to join a large group of boys though. The dorm is going to bloody stink.”

“Hey, we’re not that bad!” Mingyu interrupted the conversation, “Me and Minghao keep it clean, just stay away from the bedrooms with Seokmin and Vernon.”

“Hmm, I’ll consider it.” I cheekily smiled up at the brown-haired male, he pulled a fake shocked face, a hand going to his heart and everything, before we were called in to the already crowded meeting room.

The 14 of us filtered slowly in to the meeting room, bowing respectfully to the company members as we entered, and took a seat along one side of the large table in the hard black leather chairs. I was sat in the centre with 7 members on my left and the other 6 on my right, sandwiched between Seungcheol (as he’s the leader of Seventeen) and Jihoon (as he’s the producer of the group and so he has a stronger influence on what part of the group I should fulfil). My hands began to shake slightly from nerves as I fiddled with the hem of the slightly distressed black T-shirt that I was wearing as a dress, trying my hardest to look confident and unintimidated despite the mess that was going through my scrambled brain currently; I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was about to join one of the new rising groups of Korea.

“Thank you for coming everyone, I believe this meeting will be straight-forward and quick. All we have to discuss is rules, roles and arrangements, so let’s start.” The women, who I recognised from my last contract signing, began, flicking her pin-straight brown hair over her shoulder and pulling out a pile of papers, slipping a thick copy in front of me. “The rules are no relationships that could ruin the reputation or function of the group, an obvious one however it had to be included within the contract as to avoid scandals and problems. No romantic looking gestures when in public, for example holding hands, kissing cheeks or outings with just one person that could be labelled as a date by the media for the first 3 years. All of these rules are on top of rules from your previous contract, please sign here,” She pointed to a blank spot on the page under the rules section, “if you agree.”

I signed the page neater than usual, not having any objections to the rules as they were all expected anyway, considering I was entering an all-male group.

“As for your image, we would like you to continue with your image from your previous contract however, it will need to be carried on outside of your schedule as the members of Seventeen are constantly being watched.”

“I have an objection with that, I want to discuss my role within the group.” I quickly interjected, fiddling with my pen and tapping the end without the ink lightly on the paper as I made eye contact with her.

“What is there to discuss? The image fits perfectly with the group.”

“If I could interrupt, as Seventeen’s producer I feel like Kia would fit the group better as a member of hip hop unit, we have enough vocals and I believe if she joined as another vocalist it would throw the ratio of rappers to vocalists off and upset the feel of the group’s albums.” Jihoon piped in.

“Also, as the leader of Seventeen and the hip hop unit, a female rapper would work within our favour in the solo rap unit songs, she can sing well so we wouldn’t need to bring vocal members in to the group and we can separate solo hip hop songs from seventeen. Her image would have to be darker to fit hip hop unit though,” Seungcheol finally spoke up to support Jihoon’s point.

“I believe I could perform better as a rapper too, rap has always been my strongest point and I have more passion for it, so I could produce better lyrics, my personal style and attitude outside of the workplace match up better too so there would be less slip ups. Also it would allow me to separate my solo career from my career within the group.”

We watched as she thought about it, conversing quietly with the others on her side of the table to see if they agreed with what we were all saying as the boys nodded in agreement with mine, Jihoon and Seungcheol’s statements.

“We’ll allow you the position however your image will have to be a little more… revealing- nothing that isn’t out of reason as Seventeen have a set public image.”

“I’m fine with it, as long as I get a say on what’s too revealing.”

“Deal.”

1 long hour and a hand cramp later and me and the 13 boys walked out of the Pledis Entertainment building with a 2-hour time frame to move all my belongings out of my current apartment and in to the tiny dorm that I now had to share with the boys.

“I can’t believe they expect me to live in a tiny dorm with 13 boys, I’m only 16, it’s going to be like I have 13 older brothers!” I groaned, kicking a random stone on the pavement as I trudged along next to Dino, a pout on my face and my hands stuffed deep in to my pockets.

“Hey, we aren’t that bad!” Chan whined back, poking at me. “Anyway, you get to room with Cheol, Hansol, Wonwoo and Mingyu, they can be a little messy but they’re all great people to room with. They know when to be quiet, and if it gets too much then you can come sleep in my bed and I’ll take yours for the night,” he offered me a half smile and side-hugged lightly me as we walked.

“I’ve called Jess, she’s going to meet us at your apartment with a few large boxes from work, we’ll just have to put the rest of your things like clothes in bags.” Jeonghan chirped from my left, looking up from his phone.

“Jess is coming to help?” I let out a grin at the thought of seeing his girlfriend, aka my adopted step-mum, my mood cheering up instantly as I began to laugh and hop along with Soonyoung who was hyped over having his ‘baby sister’ move in with him.

We skipped (literally) around the corner, my arm linked through his, until we saw Jess walking up to the door of my apartment building, her bright blue hair drawing our eyes to her instantly; both me and Soonyoung screamed suddenly and sprinted over to her, nearly knocking her off her feet when we both lunged towards her and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Ew, get off.” She awkwardly scolded us, pushing us away and walking over to hug Jeonghan and do her weird hand-shake with Jihoon who had finally caught up with us.

“Ouch, you can’t even hug your daughter!” I pouted once again before going to hug Seungcheol who had become my adopted father, tucking myself in to his side while he gave me what could only be described as a fatherly hug as we all stood around in the street. “At least Daddy loves me!”

I nearly died of laughter and collapsed on the floor laughing at the reactions of Seungcheol, Soonyoung, and Chan all choking on air at my statement, their eyes wide as they stared at me.

“And now you’ve outed the boys and their kinks, let’s go pack your shit.” Jess grinned, laughing along with me and the others before shoving me gently towards the door to lead the way to my apartment.

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I finished unpacking the last large box, placing my last frame on the shelf above my bed, and then watched in amusement as Vernon and Mingyu pretended to be me, both with one of my bras on over their clothes and Mingyu wearing one of my signature baby pink skirts while performing ice cream cake’s choreography as well as he could in the small space.

“I really can’t believe I’m sharing a room with you nut jobs,” I huffed, earning aegyo hearts from the two supposed men as a response.

“If it gets too much I can show you a quiet place to escape when you need it.”

I jumped back a little, losing my balance and falling back on my mattress to look up at Wonwoo who had stopped reading his heavy looking book, the fringe of his fluffy brown emo-style hair cutely resting over the right side of his round frame glasses.

“Wow Woo, great way to go around giving girls heart attacks.” I jokingly glared at him, “carry on and I might end up hitting you one day out of surprise.”

“Sorry,” his nose scrunched up a little as he smiled and laughed at me, my head dipping to look at my lap, no Kia… you can’t find his laugh cute.

“Want to show me that quiet place? It’s a bit crazy here, I wouldn’t mind going out for a walk at,” I glanced at the time on my phone, “10PM to clear my mind with a chilled out person.”

“Sure, I’ll go tell Coups!”

We both hopped down from our bunks (me doing it rather ungracefully as I nearly lost my balance but Vernon thankfully steadied me) that had been pushed together to make more space in the tiny room, he walked out of the room in search for our leader who was probably watching a film while I went and quickly looked in the mirror. My hair was still in the same style that I had put it in this morning however, my face was now make up free which left my freckles and the odd spot on show, my thin framed glasses were perched on my nose, my legs were now covered in a loose pair of blue Hello Kitty pyjama bottoms while my top half was covered by the matching t shirt and hidden by one of Seungcheol’s black pullover hoodies that nearly reached my knees for maximum comfort, I shrugged at my appearance knowing that I wouldn’t look too out of place next to Wonwoo as he was in grey jogging bottoms and a blue hoodie with no make up and his own glasses and continued to pull on my thick coat, military style boots to protect my feet from the wet snow that had appeared in the past 2 hours and wrap a scarf around my neck to make sure I wouldn’t freeze to death in the harsh winter wind. I crept out in to the hallway as I was aware of other members sleeping due to the late time and was met by a ready and waiting Wonwoo who had pulled on trainers, his coat, scarf and a thick black beanie to protect his head.

“Let’s go!” He whispered, opening the door and allowing me to leave first as he locked the door behind him to ensure the safety of everyone in the dorm.

We silently left the apartment building of the dorm that was larger than my previous one and stepped out in to the now silent streets, gently lit by lamps and the occasional car passing by, snow fluttering around us as we walked along and settling wherever it could. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, as cliché as it sounded, both of us appreciating how we could walk along silently and take in our surroundings. A welcome end to a rather confusing day.

“It gets a little crazy sometimes you know,” Wonwoo broke the silence, his low voice floating through the air. “It’s almost magical when we get the chance to do things like this, it makes you forget that you have a few thousand fans looking up to you, watching nature in peace and just getting the chance to relax and unwind as you walk in the quiet. It makes you forget the stress of being an idol and makes you feel like a normal teen.”

“You’re such an emo Wonwoo, I never expected such a soft side to come from you.” I poked him teasingly before folding my hands across my chest, admiring how the little flakes of snow would rest on his hair and slowly melt.

“Everyone should take a moment away from life and pause in a peaceful atmosphere, want a piggy back?” He grinned and stopped to bend slightly in front of me, so I could jump on his back as he already knew what my answer would be.

“How to keep a girl happy Wonwoo.”

“Better than giving them a heart attack though, right?” I rested my chin on his head and loosely put my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling backwards, his hands gripping at my thighs to keep me up. “Don’t get used to it Kia, you have to keep your soft side a secret from the others remember.”

“Damn Oppa, no need to attack me like that.” I smiled, ruffling his hair gently as he laughed once more. “So where exactly are we going?”

“Right here,” I held out my arm to push the antique looking door open as he walked forwards before softly dropping me back down on to my feet on the dark wood flooring. “Evening Mrs Kim!”

I bowed politely in greeting to the elderly woman who was sat in a large brown leather armchair behind a desk by the door as she read and sipped at what seemed to be tea, having to then jog a little to catch up to Wonwoo who had gone to the back of the small book café and sat himself on a large bean bag big enough for two.

“A 24-hour book café?” I quirked an eyebrow as I not so gracefully flopped down next to him, stripping off my coat and scarf which I then placed on top of his on the floor next to us.

“It’s quiet, not so well known and convenient to go to at any point in the day because it’s not that far from dorms and not many people know about it so I don’t have to worry too much about fans,” he reached to the shelf behind him and pulled out a thin book. “Macbeth, let me read it to you?”

I didn’t reply, only nodded and decided to curl up in to his side and breath in his nature like scent, putting my legs over his long thin ones and listening carefully as his voice smoothly began to read the words from the page with ease despite the old language as if he had read the book a million times before, I could feel my eyes slowly beginning to close due to the relaxing atmosphere of the small shop and due to how comfortable I was.

Wonwoo’s p.o.v

I reached the end of the book and looked down at my chest, Kia had fallen asleep after the 17th page surprisingly and had slowly started shifting so that she was eventually curled up at my side with her head on my chest and my arm resting over her, Mrs Kim had come over to give us hot chocolate as she usually would and covered her up with her coat to keep her warm which I was grateful for. I put the book neatly back in its place on the old shelf before carefully getting up to put my own coat back on, texting Coups who I knew was still up at the late hour of 12PM to meet me downstairs at the apartment building’s door. As I carried Kia’s sleeping frame the short walk back home, wrapped in her coat and a spare blanket from the café also to make sure she wouldn’t get ill, I took a glance at her peaceful face, her glasses were tucked in my pocket to avoid them falling from her face and breaking or getting lost, her cheeks and lips slightly swollen from sleep and her hair blowing around in the slight breeze that accompanied the late night’s air. As promised, Seungcheol met me at the apartment block door to help me out all the way back up, even taking her shoes off for me and helping me to quietly tuck her in to the top bunk of our room next to my own bed.

“Wonwoo, remember the contract okay? I know that look, I can tell it’s more than a friendly thing and I don’t want either of you to be unhappy with the unfair circumstances that the company has placed on us all.” Coups muttered, offering me a smile before going to climb in to his own bed while I climbed in to my bunk next to Kia’s.

I pulled the blanket up and over her a little higher as it had shuffled down when she had tossed around to find a comfortable position, curling in to a ball like she had at the café and almost making it over to my side of the bunk if the wooden barrier hadn’t been there to stop her.

“I won’t Coups, I promise.”

[velvetchen]

Anonymous | pt. v

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Scenario: Tumblr AU Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader Word Count: 2226 Rating: T

Summary: Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met? You just shot to tumblr fame when the latest chapter of your webtoon went viral. Messages start flooding in – hundreds of people saying things good and bad alike. One anon catches your eye, and you find you just have to reply to them…

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[12:03 AM] You: hey C, you awake? [12:05 AM] C: yeah what’s up? [12:05 AM] You: oh cool [12:05 AM] You: what are you doing~~ [12:07 AM] C: you know me, always working [12:08 AM] C: new song [12:08 AM] C: it’s coming along well i don’t want to interrupt it by going to bed [12:09 AM] You: you still haven’t let me hear any of your songs :( [12:10 AM] You: we’ve been texting for a while now and i still don’t even know your name [12:11 AM] You: i mean it’s fine like this but i can’t help but wonder [12:15 AM] C: trust me, S [12:15 AM] C: there’s a reason i’m so private

Anonymous asked: Lmao you think by blocking me you’re safe? I can do a lot, you know

Oh, you again

Anonymous asked: You don’t seem excited to see me :(

Anonymous asked: I just wanna know who my favorite author is, is that so bad?

oo3043j

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oo3043j: You think just because we’re your fans, you don’t owe us anything?

oo3043j: Lol bitch

oo3043j: Let me just say I’ve done some research on you

oo3043j: And I don’t just know your name…

oo3043j: I know C’s too

oo3043j: I don’t think it’s a name you want your fans to know. Given how much hate you’re already getting

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[8:03 AM] C: hey how’s it going with that anon who was harassing you? :( [8:08 AM] You: oh it’s fine they backed off kinda [8:09 AM] You: well not really but i’m seeing if the cold shoulder works [8:10 AM] C: ahh i see~~ [8:10 AM] You: C just tell me one thing [8:10 AM] You: should i be worried about you? [8:12 AM] C: i get the feeling you’re not asking about my health... [8:13 AM] You: i’m serious [8:13 AM] You: who are you, really [8:16 AM] C: is that anon putting you up to this? [8:17 AM] You: what, i can’t have my doubts? [8:19 AM] C: come on, what are they saying about me [8:25 AM] You: i don’t have to tell you anything

Posted on 29 November with 44 notes

justanothershortcake:

So, webtoon developments aside (I’ll get to that in my next post, don’t worry) I’m sure all you shortcakes remember C? Yup, the guy who was flirting with S in the old days when SS was just starting to go viral. Yes, him. Well, if you’ve been keeping up with S as obsessively as I have, you probably know that they’ve been DMing ever since. Yup. And S said they’re almost best friends. Yuuuup.

So if you ship it, oh boy have I got some good news for you. It might not be from the most reliable - or ethical - source, but hey, gossip is gossip, right?

Should I post it on here or do you guys wanna shoot me a DM for the dirt?

soldmyseoul:

MINNIE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T TELL US

justanothershortcake:

I’m doing this for Chi @soldmyseoul …… if I go to jail, it’s her fault okay? Lol

The deets are: someone tracked C’s IP and figured out he’s an idol. A REAL LIFE IDOL.

You better believe it.

forgetmeright:

Update on this - they actually hacked S’s phone. I don’t know how much I trust this info but yeah they used C’s phone number to verify his location and the address on file for his number is apparently the address of the SM building in Cheongdam-dong, Seoul.  

Like I said this is probably false, they could just be making this up for attention. Everything seems super unlikely.

rxdvxlvxt:

yeah you’re wrong about it being false. they did hack S’s phone. idk who it was but they leaked some pictures on a blog and it’s since been taken down, but there are a lot of posts about how they hacked into her phone and how she’s a total no good bitch and whatever.... :/

[1:22 PM] You: C i need you to tell me [1:22 PM] You: i’m honestly getting freaked out [1:23 PM] You: they hacked into my phone and my pictures are being uploaded and i think they might have got your number too [1:29 PM] C: S i really don’t want to tell you [1:29 PM] C: i respect your privacy, don’t i? [1:31 PM] You: privacy isn’t even a goddamn issue here, it’s a matter of my safety [1:31 PM] You: and your safety too [1:32 PM] You: honestly when you’re as famous as i am, nothing is as simple as it sounds [1:33 PM] C: oh you wanna talk to me about fame? [1:33 PM] C: you know nothing about fame, okay [1:34 PM] C: this is nothing. compared to how some people live [1:34 PM] You: oh and how would YOU know

C is typing…

C is typing…

Anonymous asked: You really think because you’re famous you have a chance with an idol? Back off

I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about?

oo3043j: Aren’t you wondering how I found your photos? Hahaha

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[6:56 PM] C: okay fine [6:57 PM] C: you deserve to know [6:57 PM] C: meet me at midnight at this address [7:00 PM] C: sent a map location [7:01 PM] C: i’ll explain everything

[7:12 PM] You: jia he asked me to meet him [7:12 PM] You: should i??? [7:13 PM] You: i mean things are getting absolutely crazy and i just want everything to stop [7:13 PM] You: but what if he’s....you know [7:14 PM] Jia: a serial killer?? Lol [7:15 PM] Jia: i get why you’re worried, i would be too [7:15 PM] Jia: i mean, all this hate stuff started because of him in a way [7:15 PM] Jia: honestly i think you should go [7:16 PM] Jia: it would definitely sort things out [7:16 PM] Jia: i’ll come with you, if that helps [7:17 PM] You: thanks so much jia ;-;

It was a quarter to eleven when you finally left the house. By some stroke of luck, the location C had chosen happened to be close by. You’d been surprised, and not in a good way. What if he was a stalker? What if you were walking straight into a trap?

You let out a breath. You knew him - from what you had gathered, he was possibly the most harmless person you’d ever seen. Someone who wanted to hurt you wouldn’t have been so nice, would they?

You didn’t know.

The meeting place he’d picked was a children’s park. At night it was eerie, and the sounds of the wind through the metal structures sounded too much like whispers. Were you alone? It certainly didn’t feel like it. It felt like there were eyes on you from every direction. You shivered as you made your way over to a bench and sat down, flinching at the cold metal of it.

It was ten minutes later that you finally saw a figure coming down the pathway to the park, clad in black and making shuffling footsteps that grew louder as he approached. You held your breath. Was it him? Was it C? You wanted to stand up, but decided not to draw attention to yourself. Jia was waiting in the car within screaming distance. If he turned out to be anyone but C - or if he was, and he tried something - you were pretty sure you could make a safe getaway.

He looked right at you when he entered the park, footsteps ceasing as he stepped onto the sand. He wore a hoodie, but you could still make out his features: a round face, high cheekbones, wide eyes. “S?” He said quietly.

You stood up at last. “C? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He sounded exactly like you’d expected. It was definitely him. “You came.”

“I did,” you said awkwardly, crossing your arms over your stomach. “Are you going to explain?”

He reached up to run a hand through his hair and in the process knocked back his hood, exposing his bright red hair to the wind. Quickly, he yanked it back up. “I should, shouldn’t I? Sit - sit down, I’ll tell you.” You backed down onto the bench and sat again, pressing yourself to the opposite end to maximize the distance between the both of you.

“My name is Park Chanyeol,” he started, sitting down. The name was familiar - where had you heard it?

“And?”

“And I’m an idol. I’m Chanyeol from EXO.” He swallowed, the bobbing of his throat visible. Almost imperceptibly, he winced, like he wished he hadn’t told you.

You froze. “You’re...an….idol.”

“I’m an idol.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s why you were-” you looked away, frowning. “I get it now.”

“...Yeah.”

There was a pause. Even though you knew each other well, meeting him in the flesh was a whole new monster. He felt unreachable after his confession. A million miles away. “Well. Thanks for telling me, I guess. It clears up a lot.”

You stood, making to leave. Chanyeol’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, his eyes flicking from his grip on you to your face and back. “Wait, S, don’t go.”

Unsteadily, you sat back down, not taking your eyes off him. “I...you’ll still talk to me, right? Won’t you?”

You answered truthfully. “I don’t know.”

“Please.” He moved closer to you, eyes pleading.

You wanted to say okay, but you couldn’t believe it. He was an idol, a thousand times removed from your simple life. How could you go on talking to him knowing who he actually was, having met him? Realizing he had talked to you for no other reason than him liking your work and by extension, you? It was overwhelming. “Why?”

“Well, why not?” He grinned, a quick smile that lit up his features and then faded as fast as it had come. “Oh, did I make you feel uncomfortable? I’m sorry. I, uh,” he leaned away, pushing himself to the other end of the bench like you had. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t realize what it would be like for you. I’m sorry.”

You looked down at your hands. “Do you really want to talk to me?”

That smile was back. “Yeah. Obviously. Otherwise I wouldn’t have messaged you in the first place.” Gaining some sort of courage, he leaned back toward you, his hand lightly covering yours. “I’m just a normal person, S. I swear. You have nothing to be afraid of.”

You met his eyes. “I’m not afraid.”

“Good.” He swallowed again. “So I can go home and expect you to text me back?”

A tiny laugh escaped you. “Okay. Yes. Okay.”

He got up first, holding out his hand to help you, face falling just slightly when you didn’t take it and got up on your own. You might have agreed to keep talking to him, but you weren’t ready for anything else. Despite his assurance that he was just as normal as you, you still couldn’t feel like he was a real person at all. You wished it were easy to accept it - but it wasn’t.

“Did you come by yourself?”

You shook your head. “Oh, good, then. You can make it to the car alone?”

Again speechless, you nodded.

He looked reluctant to let you go. “Okay,” he finally said. “It was nice seeing you.”

“You too,” you choked out, and without another word, turned to leave. You could feel his eyes on you all the way back to your car. When you were out of sight, you ran.

[12:49 AM] C: did you get home safe? [12:53 AM] You: i did, thank you :) [12:55 AM] C: i should be thanking you [12:55 AM] C: again, i realize you might have been really uncomfortable [12:56 AM] C: shit, all that hate you’re getting is because of me [12:56 AM] C: i’m really sorry :( i didn’t know what i was getting you into [12:57 AM] You: it’s okay [12:57 AM] You: i just still can’t believe [12:57 AM] You: i’m glad you told me, i’m a little more at peace now [12:58 AM] You: there’s still some shit going on but this helps [12:58 AM] C: glad to hear that :)

[1:05 AM] C: by the way, did i mention you’re beautiful? [1:06 AM] C: i meant to tell you after comiccon, but i forgot [1:06 AM] You: don’t say things like that ;;;;; [1:07 AM] C: why not? it’s true [1:07 AM] C: i’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you [1:08 AM] You: are you just saying that so that i’ll talk to you more? [1:08 AM] C: :) [1:08 AM] C: S, maybe you should know something else too [1:09 AM] You: oh god, what now, you’re a gang leader? [1:10 AM] C: come on [1:10 AM] C: i’m serious, S [1:11 AM] C: i meant to tell you at the park but stopped myself every time [1:11 AM] C: i should’ve told you then [1:12 AM] C: S, i think i’m in love with you

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Madhouse Pt 1 - JiHope Fic

A/N: Hello, hello! This fic turned out wayyyy longer than I thought it would, so I had to break it up into parts. I was inspired by  Jimin’s Wings SF and Jhope’s scenes in I need U Girl! Let me know what you thinK! I hope you enjoy :)

JHope

“Patient 101395. Patient 101395.” I flinched at the interference, high keening noises weren’t helping the steady pulse behind my eyes. I ran my fingers through my hair, calmly waiting for one of my oldest friends to seat himself across the table. Three guards sat stationed around the room, two on his side and one practically glued to my back. As if Jiminie would hurt me.

I snorted. 

This whole thing was a ridiculous charade, Jimin could be an idiot and definitely had a temper. But murder? I snorted again, shaking my head in disbelief at the cops incompetence. Jimin wasn’t crazy. It was impossible. They were wrong. 

I checked my phone quietly. 12:03pm. I had to meet my doctor in an hour to discuss alternative treatments for my “depressive and manic behavior.” Dr. Kang felt strongly that I was too reliant on drugs to handle my many illnesses. As I thought of the crappy luck I had with my health lately, my heart contracted painfully. My nails dug into the soft flesh as I scratched, briefly wondering if this was a heart attack. The doctor obviously did not understand the severity of not only my pain, but the daily symptoms I battled through. It seemed impossible for one man to have over 15 diseases but I was a special exception. Dr. Kang had ordered a round of testing to establish the cause of my sicknesses but did not share the results with me. I was positive it was something horrible, like cancer. I made a mental note in my head to mention the increasingly frequent headaches I had been experiencing. Could definitely be a tumour. 

“Patient 101395 entering.” The guard stationed closest to the steel doors announced. My eyes zeroed in on the entryway, eager as always to see my adorable little brother. It had been months since Jimin was admitted in the asylum and I hadn’t seen him since.

My jaw dropped at the sight of him, my normally lively friend. His eyes were dark, purplish circles glowing underneath. His skin looked a sallow yellow in contrast with his stark white button up, His white-blond hair was lank and greasy and clearly hadn’t been washed of days. I swallowed in pain, my recent strep throat flaring. This wasn’t Jimin, everything about him was washed out. He was like a faded watercolor of the boy I once knew.

I didn’t realize I was standing until the firm hand of the asylum guard forced me back into the plastic chair. 

“Jimin?” I breathed, barely believing this ghost was my cheerful friend. A small smile bent his full lips, growing steadily until Jimin’s eyes reflected the beaming grin on his face.

“Hoseok” Jimin rushed over to the chair, guards hovering closely behind him. “Hi hyung. I had no idea it was you.” He laughed quickly, my heart warming at the sound. There was an edge there though, an echo of something I had never heard from him before. “Thought it was another reporter, they’re like bugs, sneaking in and out. Need to be squished huh?” He laughed again, his dark eyes wide. I met his smile nervously, unsettled by the hyper energy rolling off the blond boy in thick waves. 

“Hi Chimchim.” I used the pet name our group of friends often called him and Jimin smiled. “I missed you a lot. Sorry I haven’t been to visit earlier.” Jimin was already shaking his head, grinning as he stretched his legs out onto the table in between us. 

“No worries hyung, I know your health has been bad. Plus, I’ve had plenty of visits. Though it is special to see you.” I nodded, surprised by the idea that the rest of the guys had come to see him. Our eyes met and I instantly lost all of the tension that had balled up in my stomach. This was still him, this was Jimin.

Maybe my nerves had nothing to do with him and more to do with some other illness.

“Jimin, I’m going to talk to Namjoon about trying to get you a better lawyer. It’s ridiculous that you should be in here. I don’t even know who you were supposed to have killed.” I looked down at my palms, rubbing the semi circles my nails had made when I clenched my fists. “Whatever, you’re innocent.” 

Jimin’s easy smile was gone, replaced by a steely look I had never seen before. “That’s the system for you.” he sneered, venom dripping from every syllable. “Imprison good people, interrupt their lives, their plans.” As I watched Jimin seemed to transform, his eyes losing all feeling except for a dead sort of rage. His mouth was pressed together firmly angry wrinkles forming around it. “Every moment I’m in here is a moment I’m not with her.” Jimin’s nostrils flared, his eyes slightly rolling back as he seemed to lose control of himself. I shifted, the discomfort returning. 

“Her, Chim?” Like flipping a switch, Jimin’s face instantly brightened, making me wonder if I had imagined the deathly stare moments ago.  “Do you mean Y/N?” He swallowed slowly, his eyes sparkling with intensity. 

“Of course. My girl.” Jimin smirked, picking at his left pinky nail. “You’ve met her, Hoseok.” I pressed my lips together, thinking back. I had known, of course that Jimin was in a serious relationship, he had told me multiple times that he was planning on marrying by the end of the year. I tried to picture her face, but it was slightly foggy. I’d met her, he was right, but I couldn’t remember much. Then again, it was probably a few years ago, she hadn’t been there at the funeral, the morning Jimin had been arrested. Which I had thought was very weird considering she knew how important…he….Jin was to Jimin. I pressed my nails into my palm again, drawing blood.

“Yes.” I agreed, understanding now that it must be Y/N and not our friends who was seeing Jimin so frequently. “It’s nice of her to visit you.” I prodded. Jimin merely smiled, a look of complete adoration filling his eyes. 

“She would never leave me. Y/N, she’s special.” He sighed, a terrifying expression flashing across his pale face. “It’s me that left her. Being in this fucking madhouse is a joke.” He shook his head slightly, reaching his long arms up to stretch. ”It’s a lie, you know. They want to help you? Please! All these doctors they tell me things about myself that aren’t true. They lie. I’m going to actually go crazy in here, Hoseok. When Jin died, I didn’t want to face it.”

We both looked at the ground, struggling to fight against the waves of pain that threatened to drown us. 

“I didn’t want to know the truth.” Jimin continued. “So I lied to myself, lied to Y/N about what happened, about reality. I lost the truth for a while, I couldn’t remember how to be honest. It was a spiral.” I frowned, unhappy to see tears pooling in my friend’s eyes. I touched his hand gently, smiling softly when he glanced at me.

”But she helped me, hyung. She made me face the harsh truths of this world. Death is inevitable, it will take everyone. Death is peace. I love her more than anyone.” He stared off into space for a few moments. “A new lawyer sounds good. Look at you, always bringing me a little hope.” He shook my hand firmly in his tiny ones. I stared meaningfully at them until he smacked my arm.

“I get it, I have small hands. Leave me alone.” He threw his head back, laughing hard. 

“If anything, I think it should be evidence that there’s no way you can kill someone. Not with those baby hands.” Jimin didn’t respond, merely stared at me, head slightly tilted.

“How are you hyung? Still feeling like crap?” I sighed, leaning my back against hard plastic.  

“I’ve been in and out of the hospital for a month, Dr. Kang is pretty much on speed dial.” Jimin’s light eyebrows were drawn together in concern, so I shot him a reassuring smile. “Dr. Kang helps me, don’t worry. It’s just all a bit annoying, I feel like every day my body has some new pain.” I flinched, reaching into the black messenger bag I always carried to pull out a small pill bottle and travel sized water. The pill bottle was slick in my clammy hands, and I fumbled a bit spilling a few on the table near Jimin. Carefully, Jimin lifted the red and yellow tablet and spun it around, looking closely. 

“Danger, danger.” I frowned, and snatched it away from him. “They give these to patients here, Hoseok.” I shrugged, tossing my head back to swallow. “And this is the crazy house.” The shudders running through my fingers calmed as I felt the pill slide its way down my throat, coating the walls of my stomach with comfort. 

“Just cause they look the same, doesn’t mean they are.” I desperately wanted to take another, just one more, I needed it really. But Jimin was staring, one blond brow raised and I could feel judgment. And worry. “Let’s talk about you again, Chimchim. Tell me about your case. I was checked into the hospital the morning after you were arrested so I don’t even know who was murdered. Tell me everything, so I can help you. What evidence do they even have?”

Jimin’s eyes looked like they might fall out. “You...don’t...know..?” He choked, lips slightly purple. I touched his hand in alarm. 

“No, how could I? Jimin, breathe. What’s going on with you?” Jimin started laughing, the same edge much clearer. I leaned away, as the laughter got more intense, and more unhinged. He leaned forward, stretching his arms across the table to clutch onto my wrist, his light head thrown back in manic delight. 

“Jimin?” The guard behind me shifted, pulling my chair away from my friend. 

“H-Hoseok...you’re going to help me...and..and you don’t even know-“ Tears were gathering in Jimin’s eyes, a smile still evident on his face, though the guards had effectively pulled him from me.  I was watching my friend distrustfully, seeds of fear gathering in my stomach. Yes, Jimin seemed the same, but there was something off about him. Something missing. His internal switch seemed to flicker, and horrifyingly, Jimin’s expression went from mid-laugh to murderous rage in less than a second. I met the eyes of the guard at my side, mirroring his astonishment. It seemed as if my brother was glitching, he couldn’t focus on anything, his eyes darting his expression flickering on and off. 

“Jimin.” I was still semi-leaning against the guard, watching my friend flip out. He raised his hands to stretch again but instead waved them around before letting them hit the table with a bang. “Jimin.” I repeated waiting for him to look at me. 

“She didn’t understand.” He spoke low, almost growling with emotion. “We aren’t just friends hyung we’re family. She didn’t get that.”

‘I know, bro. We are family, all of us.” 

“But he died. Jin died and he left and he was right.” Jimin looked at me hopefully, eyes still unfocused. “He was the oldest and smartest.” I snorted at that. “We have to follow, he’s our brother, we have to follow. V knew, V understood. Y/N didn’t get it.” 

I flinched at the nickname. V was another of our closest friends, after his death, V couldn’t cope. He went wild, snapped and murdered his father. None of us had been surprised though, V was always passionate, if pushed too far V could be capable of anything. And V’s father was hell on earth, he had tortured V and his sister endlessly. V jumped off a construction site and lost himself in the waves before he could pay for his crime. I guess that’s a punishment itself. 

“Jimin, V did not have the right idea. V lost himself, but you Jimin. You’re not like that. You’re so much softer than V ever was. This isn’t you.” 

The scream of an animal burst out of Jimin and the guards immediately jumped on him. “She didn’t understand.” He screeched, thrashing against the restraining hands. “V was right. It’s all a lie. This life, her love.” Jimin focused his wild eyes on me for a moment, still twitching. “Your lying.” He spit. “You don’t want to help me You want to be good, to prove your good. Prove your not a drug addicted mess.” He chewed his lip so hard, blood dripped. “You aren’t good. None of us are. This world, it’s full of liars. Y/N was a liar. I wanted to save her. I did save her.” His eyes rolled back into his momentarily and he went slack, the guards stumbling with the sudden lack of tension. 

“Jimin! Is he okay? Jimin?” I moved towards my friend, but the man behind me wrapped his hand around my wrist firmly. “Jimin!” I shouted, tears burning my eyes. Who was this poor mad boy? Where was little Chimchim? 

The guards managed to move Jimin into standing position, his irises showing once again. 

“Why did she scream hyung?” I flinched at the calm in his voice, as if nothing had just happened. As if I hadn’t just seen one of the people I loved most in the world completely lose his mind. My fingers ached to reach for my pills. One more, one more would make this pain go away. I must have a tumour in my heart, that would explain the ache. 

“I saved her. I had to. She didn’t understand but I was protecting her.” He chuckled again, his pupils returning to their regular size. “Hyung, why are you standing way over there. And hugging a guard?” 

I blinked in shock.

“Visit over.” The guard mumbled, as I continued to stare, tears slowly making tracks down my face. Jimin rolled his eyes, before smiling widely at me. 

“They’re so boring here. But I guess its just as well. I think Y/N will be visiting soon.” The two guards clutching Jimin as if their lives depended on it, exchanged a loaded glance. I wondered at their odd reaction. But the major part of my brain was focused on the burning need to swallow every pill in that bag of mine. I wanted to cry, my friend wasn’t here. Only a damaged shell of what once was. Jimin carried on as if I wasn’t silently sobbing. “Take better care of yourself, hyung. Please don’t take so many pills. It can’t be good for your health. I love you. Say hello to everyone for me, and tell them to visit more often. You too Hoseok.” The guards tightened their grip on his arms, pulling him roughly to the door. “Easy.” Jimin grumbled, tossing his hair back, before winking at me as he disappeared through the exit. 

End of Part 1! Part 2 will be released soon!

[kookienomster3]

I Want The Headline (Pt. 31)

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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The entire lot was just mass of black splintered wood and marred metal. Everything he had built up over several years had burned to a crisp over one night. All the men gathered under him had scattered and the two most important people in his group were presumably dead.

Yoongi had nothing.

He had had nothing for over a month, but his desire to keep you safe had helped keep the thought that, outside of that room, his entire livelihood was gone. It was a beautiful distraction he’d admit. Waking up to you had quickly faded from an obligation to a delight and going to bed with you in his arms had made him question how he was able to sleep alone before.

But he would learn to again.

You were with Jungkook again; the small space you two had created together in that room was gone. Yoongi knew this the moment the you doubted his intent to protect you when he tried to escape with you. Jungkook would always be first to you.

He shoved over a charred pillar, angrily throwing melted and burned debris. Jungkook would always be first and it didn’t matter what Yoongi did. It didn’t matter how much he cared or how many resources he had. You’d pick Jeon. You had said it yourself, you couldn’t hurt Jungkook.

But Yoongi.

Hurting Yoongi was just fine.

He kicked at a charred first aid kick. Everything was gone. Everything he had worked for was gone.“Jin!” Yoongi whirled around, pushing over another piece of the support beams, “Hoseok!” They were his top men. They couldn’t have been bested by that lunatic Jimin of all people. They were alive. They had to be.

They were all he had.

He tripped over something, falling forward onto his hands and knees, splintered wood stabbing at him. “Where the fuck are you?!” Yoongi scrambled up, brushing off the debris from his clothes. “Jin! Hoseok!” He tripped again, not bothering to get up anytime soon. It was useless anyway.

He had started out alone and so he’d end alone.

He had been there for hours, calling out the names of two people who weren’t responding. “Maybe they are dead..” He mumbled, climbing out of the heap, only to sit just outside the perimeter of where his warehouses once stood. “Fuck..” He hissed, pulling at his hair, “I don’t know what to do.” Yoongi rocked in his seat, “What do I do?” He felt tears brimming in his eyes. He was so sure he’d do things better than Jin’s brother. So sure he was going about it the right way.

But everyone had still died.

“I fucked up.."He growled, "I fucked up again.” Yoongi took a deep breath, calming himself. “They’re dead.” He mumbled, “They’re dead.” It was simple, he reassured himself. He was alone again.

There were no more attachments.

It was just Yoongi.

It was just him.

Again.

He was alone physically; this was where he felt the most comfortable. He was safe from physical harm; he could interact from behind the curtain, but still stay safe. But he was also alone mentally, and that was what scared him. It was the detachment and longing to be connected to someone. He couldn’t have that now. He could rebuild his empire with new people and new tactics, but for what? The people he had started it for were gone. He didn’t have anything. Alone in a large city, Yoongi was just one person crouched in an abandoned lot crying over people who were never going to come back. Nowhere to go, to sleep, to eat, no money to buy anything, he barely knew anyone.

He only knew you.

“Dammit Y/N..”

There was still one attachment.

Yoongi pushed himself onto his feet, leaving the ashes of the warehouse. He’d figure something out. He always did. Heading towards downtown he kept his head down. He was close to Namjoon’s turf. Dimly lit shop lights reflected off the shimmering puddles as it rained. Hair dripping into his eyes, Yoongi quietly stood under a shop awning, watching people saunter by with umbrellas.

He had been absorbed in keeping you and him alive in that room that didn’t even know what day it was. It was cold, he noted, maybe it was wintertime. The thin long sleeve shirt and plain khaki pants he wore were drenched. He was bound to get sick out here, and with nowhere but an alleyway to sleep, Yoongi concluded that he was going to die out here. His eye caught sight of something flittering in the rain. It was s sheet of white paper, caught on the handlebars of a bike parked along the sidewalk. He paused at the familiar face printed on it.

It was you.

Yoongi shot out into the rain, grabbing at the soaked sheet of paper before it was blown away by the wind. He managed to grab at it, but accidentally tore the wet sheet in half. The half that had all the information he wanted to see was blowing away.

All he had was the photo of you and some man.

“Shit.” He cursed angrily, arm reaching out for the other half. It got caught on a telephone pole, breaking free and drifting off before Yoongi could grab it. He stared at the photo of you and the man. Nothing else useful was on the page. He wasn’t even sure why he felt like he needed to know what else was on the page. He just wanted some sort of drive.

“Do you know her?”

His head snapped to the right, glare directed at the man staring curiously at him. He was backed against a door, shopping bags and a key in hand. Yoongi blinked at him, “What?”

“The girl in the flyer. Do you know her?” The man repeated, pointing to the ripped page in his hand. Yoongi blankly stared down at it,

“Yeah..” He mumbled, “I know her.. I-”

“Do you have any money on you?” He asked suddenly. Yoongi turn to him angrily,

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He snapped, “What the hell does me having money have to do with Y/N?”

“..You do know her.” He whispered.

Yoongi crumpled the wet page, throwing it into a puddle by his feet. Did he not just he knew you? More importantly, why did this guy look familiar? He frowned,“I said that alre-”

“What’s your name?” He asked, shifting the bags in his hands. He stomped his cold feet, snuggling his chin into his warm scarf. How was he just standing there in the rain in just plain clothes?

“Why?”

“It depends on your answer.” He laughed. Yoongi’s eyes widened. He knew why the man looked familiar.

He was the one on the flyer.

“Yoongi. I’m Yoongi.”

The man blinked, “You’re Yoongi?” He started to open the door, still struggling with is bags. Yoongi raised a brow, the man was inviting him in after hearing his name? All Yoongi saw inside was a staircase leading upward. “Come here.” He chuckled when Yoongi took a step towards him without hesitation. “Wow, no thought at all. What if I was trying to kill you or something?”

Yoongi barely glanced at him, “I’d kill you first.” He muttered, passing by him to climb the stairs. The man struggle to remove his shoes while carrying the bags. He saw Yoongi reaching the top of the steps,

“Ah, wait the door’s locked. I got to-” He blinked at the door opening, mouth dropping, “Did you just pick the lock to my apartment?! Yoongi-” He was ignored as Yoongi strode into the small apartment.

“Hyung!?”

Yoongi blankly stared into the apartment, his gaze darting between the odd furnishings to the three people seated in the living room. His shoulder dropped in relief at the sight of Hoseok and Jin, bandaged but alive. Beside them Areum rewrapped some bandages on Jin’s arm. Hoseok stood up, stumbling slightly, but rushed forward enveloping Yoongi in a hug. He had gauze wrapped around his hands and a cut on his lips, but other than that, he looked fine.

“Hyung! You’re alright!” he sighed, clutching him tightly. Yoongi’s arms slowly wrapped around him, fingers digging into his back.

“You’re alive.” He echoed. “I..I thought.” He took in a deep breath, “You’re both alive.” The man with the bags stumbled into the room, grumbling under his breath about getting no help. Areun and Jin watched him waddle to the kitchen, amused grins on their faces. He went straight to the island, the sounds of rustling plastic and clattering cans filling the silence. Hoseok pulled away,

“We heard you went to see Namjoon alone. We were coming to help you but then the fire started. We barely got out,” He looked remorseful for a moment, “I think..I think Y/-”

“Y/N is fine.” Yoongi cut in, “She’s just fine.” Jin nodded from his spot on the couch, his tense shoulders relaxing visibly. He sighed, running hand through his hair. His sister was still alive.

She was fine.

“I’d come hug you too, but I can’t use this foot.” Jin huffed, pointing to his wrapped foot, “The fire melted my boot and I think I damaged something else running away.” Jin smiled, “But I’m glad you’re okay…how is Y/N?” His face sobered. It seemed Yoongi was more informed about you than he was now.“Is she still..?”

“She’s still recovering..she’s with Jungkook.”

“You don’t sound happy about that.” Jin commented. Ever since you were brought into the conversation, something in Yoongi’s attitude changed. What had you and him been doing for the last month? And why was he alone now? “What happened?” He caught the shift in Yoongi’s eyes and grinned, “Ohh..”

“Don’t ‘Ohh’ like you know everything.” Yoongi spat, “I just..I was with her for a long time. I got caught up. It was nothing.” Jin and Hoseok were alive. Yoongi had the beginnings of his group back and you had Jungkook again. Yoongi would survive just fine. And so would you.

Separately.

“Of course.” Jin smiled, “That’s good. I didn’t want there to be a problem between us.”

Yoongi tilted his head to the side, a challenging glint to his gaze,“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Jin cooed, “You got caught up, right?” He waved Areum in Yoongi’s direction, “Why don’t you wind down a little. Then we can all sit down and talk.”

Areum smiled at Yoongi, crossing the room to place her hands on his shoulders. He blankly stared at her, an unreadable expression on his face as she slide her hands down his chest. Her lips brushed over his cheek as she gently pulled his hand in hers. He stared quietly at her, not budging from his spot when she tried to lead him off to a back room.

He said he got caught up, but from Jin’s perspective he wasn’t exactly trying to untangle himself from whatever he had gotten into with you. It was bad enough Jin still had Jungkook to chase off, he didn’t need Yoongi crowding around you as well. However, Jin was familiar with Yoongi’s behavior. He knew that Yoongi was aware he had gotten attached and was trying to detach himself as quick as possible. He needs a gentle push, Jin decided. And what better than another woman?

You had to get credit, Jin realized, Yoongi was being particularly stubborn about you. But no matter what had transpired between you two, Yoongi was alone and you were with Jungkook.

Yoongi had lost.

He just needed to be reminded of it.

Jin raised a brow at the scene, but calmly rested his head in his hand, softly asking, “So how happy were Jungkook and Y/N to see each other..?”

He smiled smugly when Yoongi started to follow Areum.