#rapmon drabble

[bts-is-my-life-as-always]

Im scared

Pairing: namjoon X reader.

Genre: fluff.

(Credits to gif owners)

Being scared could mean many things, any situation could lead to fear, your fear, well it was a very common one, fear of spiders or any insects as a matter of fact, you hated their hairy long legs, you hated the way they were so fast and the way they felt on your hands, each time you freaked out looking at them and shaking your head while screaming,

“KILLLLLL ITTTTT” but namjoon is a kind soul, he has never and never will harm a single living creature, NEVER, unless it’s really harming you, but the spider that was found in the bathroom, was not that much of a threat,

“Y/n, you don’t need to kill it, it’s so much smaller than you” he walked over with a cup in one hand and captured the insect, he then exited the bathroom as you cautiously followed, from behind, half curious and half frightened, as soon as namjoon got to an open window, he let the spider loose into the wild so it could live happily, he smiled to himself and closed the window, as soon as your surrounding was clear and safe, you hugged namjoon from behind and buried your head into his back,

“What would I do without you? Thank you joonie” he smiled to himself and caressed your arms that were wrapped tightly around his torso

“Awww, was my jagi that scared?”

^~^ hehe

[fictionalarsonist]

「 BTS | ANOMIE: Children of Anarchism 」

So... This is my next work.

ANOMIE: Children of Anarchism is a story I’ve been playing around for over one year and decided to post it here.

It’ll be divided in a few chapters, telling the story of a group of young men that despite the different background and hardships they come together as friends, discovering a new way to survive in a world that seem to turn its back on th.

Featured Artists: BTS Includes: OCs, other artists might come up somewhere along the way. Genre: angst, blood, death, drama, friendship, gang, mature language Rating: R

Wish me luck!

[bangtan-spells]

Hello, I wanted to submit something for the christmas event! An scenario in which you try to teach Namjoon how to cook cookies, but it ends up being a (funny) mess (I'm asking for fluff, mostly). Thank you very much for your hard work!

BTS Christmas Drabbles❄ #20: Namjoon.

-Making cookies shouldn’t be this hard damn-

You giggled to your boyfriend’s complaints, he was kinda cute all bothered by a bit of flour and sugar.

-That’s because they aren’t hard to make babe- you moved closer to peck his cheek and Namjoon fully turned to grab you between his arm and kiss you for real.

-I deserve it- he said overly satisfied with himself after staining your clothes with flour.

You raised an eyebrow to him amused. -You think you deserve to be kissed like that after literally blowing up my kitchen with fluor?- he bit his lips and shrugged with a smirk, oh how gone were you for him. You got on your tiptoes and pecked his lips lovingly. -You’re a very spoiled man-

-You made me this way- he said smugly, so you rolled your eyes.

-Alright let’s try to make these again, did you knock over all the brown sugar?-

He looked apologetically at you so you knew you had to replace that.

-Sorry- he said and you laughed.

-Well this assistant is just making everything harder for me-

-I’ll give you a bomb gift after this-

-You better do!- you said laughing and getting busy with the cookie dough again, this time you managed to at least make and shape them not half terrible. The countertop was a dirty mess, Namjoon was covered in almost every ingredient and thanks to him, you were too.

-They look nice- you boyfriend whistled.

-Of course they do, I made them- both of you laughed and he back hugged you.

-But I helped even if it was my first time, aren’t you happy it was with you?-

-Oh stop it!- you were going to hit his arm and slipped with the sugar on the floor so both of you ended slipping together and Namjoon almost knocked over the pot with the melted caramel for decoration if you didn’t catch his arm first.

-Oh my god Joonie watch out- you fell unceremoniously to the floor and he went to hold the pot in place and promptly burnt his fingers.

-Ouch ouch goddammit!-

-You’re a potential walking danger, step away from the stove- you tugged at his pants from the floor and dragged him towards the sink to let the cold water run in his hands. -I would like to kindly remind you that we are here to make cookies not to die in the process-

-I’m trying - he whined and it was the first time you heard him so. The laughter erupted from your lips because what would you do without Namjoon?

Despite the mess you were happy for being with him and not having any chopped finger so you pressed a flour covered finger on his nose and leaned forward to kiss him.

-I know you are… thank you for making this day special and not killing us both before christmas-

-This was your idea not mine- he said fake annoyed and then stole another kiss from your lips.

[rkivemp4]

teaser; in the night

—pairings; knj x f!reader

—trope; academic rivals au, fwb, e2l, dom vs. dom

—est. wc; 10k | release date; april 2022

“I don’t think your brain can grasp any sense, but I’ll have you know that I got the highest score in the exam for organic chem—“

“Baby girl, tell me, who needed to submit extra work just to pass AP Business Calculus?” He retorted with a snort.

“Baby boy, tell me who didn’t even pass the AP Business Calculus entrance test to begin with,” I chided with a smirk.

“That’s false information. I missed the exam date, but retook it and achieved flying colors, something you will never—“

“Why can’t you just accept, Kim Namjoon, that I will always, always, come first before you,” I muttered lowly, pressing my finger across his solid chest with every word.

“I know, you proved that last night.”

Damn him.

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

BTS Song drabble : High enough (Ot7)

Summary : “I used to like liquor to get me inspired, but you look so beautiful...my new supplier.”

A/n note :  Bachelors au | Body kinks...maybe? | They/them pronoun since I want to make it gender neutral.

Autrhor POV.

Cling.

One shot. 

Cling.

Two shot.

The sound from the glasses beat periodically. The owner of petite figure uses their skillfull hands to prep all the ingredients before drop them into a metal shaker and use their magic. 

Clck.

Shkkkk...

After clicking the lid close, Y/n begins their performance. As if it is a show, their body is vibing along the jazz ambience while shaking the drink. If the music is a canvas, y/n will be a paint brush. And the dance? Of course, they’re the colors painting the song.

Under the dim light,

Behind the luxurious marble counter,

that is where they belong.

Flick.

Pshhh.

The fire lit up.

“Enjoy.”  An angelic sound leaves their lips the soon as they serve a drink. Snapping boys and girls back from their dream.

Y/n POV.

“Damn, thanks. I thought I will be dead today. Here is hectic.” 

A sigh and light grey smoke leaves Vincent’s lips.I am busy changing my uniform into a new one. Tonight will be another troublesome night as I get to serves the lounge.

I hate that zone. The work in the area is far too boring. Not like the other clubs, the lounge here is for parties and events. Most of the time, rich bratty kids will book the zone. 

I need to be hype all the time arounds those kids. No nice talk, no relaxation. Just a pure chaotic and horny people? There’re too many things to describe the lounge, but not the word ‘calm’.

And sometime...I get a request. 

Despite high tips, that one can be too much. They are adults. However, most of the time, they are pretty bossy. Dealing with them is the same as dealing with kids.

“Lucky you. You are our madame favourite. When there is a fancy event, madame won’t pick anyone accept you.” I chuckle.

“Trust me, this isn’t call lucky. Next time, I’ll let you replace my job. Then you can decide wether it’s great or not.”

‘Vincent’s eyes lit up. Poor boy, he donesn’t have any idea what is waiting for him in the lounge, does he?’ I think to myself.

If it isn’t because of my personal reason, I sure will quit.

With a few more chit chat, Vincent decides to leave me alone. Letting me prepare myself for awhile before I step out of the fitting room, ready to perform another show.

As I approach the door, a velvet envelope plaster on it.

‘Zsss, I nearly miss her notice.’ I hiss to myself before tearing it open.

“A platinum request?” I look at the ticket with surprise.

The platinum request is the highest price in the house. No one has ever order this one before. It has the simplest rule out of all order, yet it is the hardest for the host. If the guest dare to tick thise one, that means I need to prepare myself. 

Whatever he/she asks for, I need to fullfill it.

‘It’s gotta be a long night.’

Author POV.

“So what’s up. Why are we here?” 

“Why is it so quiet? Don’t they have a show for us?”

Finishing their questions, Taehyung takes a seat at the counter along with Jungkook. The two arrive in the middle of the older ones’ conversation.

“Well, ask Jimin. It’s his idea.” Hoseok eyes the guy beside him.

“Why? Can’t I just bring you to somewhere new? The old room starts getting dull. I even book the whole floor.” Jimin gestures to the floor.

“I’m really surprise that Yoongi and Namjoon is here. They hate somewhere unfamiliar yet they trust Jimin this time.” 

Jin looks at the duo while stating the sentences with an amusement. 

Clack...Clack...Clack...

A set of footsteps sound interrupts their conversation, making the seven of them turn at the same direction.

“Good evening, gents.”

Jimin POV.

The soon as our eyes meet, my heart skips a beat. That...that...is hot. Their golden eyes stares at us while enter the place like a boss. 

Just those eyes alone makes me excited. I am right when my sense said to me chose this place.

“Hmmmm, I’ve just got a surprise today, have I not?” A side of their lips lift into a smirk. 

“Welcome to the show. I am your host today, pleasure of mine to serve you all.”

Their head bows at us a little before continue to introduce the event.

I can’t wait what’s going to happen.

Taehyung POV.

Oh?

A private...show.

I look at the host who begins their performance. Changing the playlist, the lighting also changes. 

Their finger tips start tracing the bottles in front of us, choosing an opening drink. Their hands move like they are casting the spell. 

Long and lean fingers.

I wonder if it will fit my hands perfectly when I grip on them and lock them tight.

‘Jimin, you really choose the right place.’ I praise my friend in my own mind.

Hoseok POV.

What a sight...those figure.

Just the way they move has already spin my head. I didn’t expect they alone can control our mind like this. 

I can sense everyone thirst. Jimin keeps staring their eyes while Taehyung staring their hands. 

For Namjoon, Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung, they are the best when it comes to concealing emotions. However, Jin hyung and Namjoon body couldn’t lie. The two of them sweat a little already.

For Jungkook and I, I know we fascinated on the same thing, their dance. Jungkook tries his best to calm his engine.

Aish...there we go.

Their body roll along with the beat before giving a last firm shake. 

What will it be to have them under my body and do the trick?

Jungkook POV.

Jimin hyung...

I was about to curse him a moment ago when I saw an empty lounge.

God...I am so wrong. The way they move along while making our drinks has already made me daze. I know Hoseok hyung feels what I feel. 

That last body roll makes it worse.

“Welcome drinks for you, gents.” They gently put down the glasses on the counter before pouring the drink. 

I didn’t think I am that thirsty, but when the drink finishes, I immediately grab on it.

“Woh woh woh, calm down.” Their hand slaps onto mine, catch us by surprise especially me.

“Calm you horse or you won’t experience the best.”

Their eyebrow lift while their mouth grins widely.

Ah...such a tease.

Jin POV.

They easily make Jungkook wrap around their finger. 

Our cocky bastard becomes a lap dog? I didn’t expect today I will witness a sight of Jungkook looks so submissive. 

‘Jimin, thanks for the revenge.’ I think to myself. This guy keep saying I am to submissive to the prey when actually it is the opposite.

I am being pretty and submissive to lure them. At least, before I get them onto my bed.

“Don’t mind him. The boy is being thirsty. Tonight, he didn’t drink ‘anything’ yet.” I emphasise the word ‘anything’ to annoy the youngest. 

There..there...Jungkook, my revenge for the last time you comment me.

“No need to rush. The night is still young. You guys gonna get all the drink you want since you pick our highest package...”

And all of sudden, the host turn to me.

“I will make sure you drink ‘everything’ from the bar.” They smirk.

Lub dub.

Yoongi POV.

When I enter with no one around here, I somehow felt relief. It has been a while that we hang out without girls or guys grind on us and beg for attention, to get fuck.

However, everything changes when the host start their solo show.

How they move,

how they tame almost all of us make tonight getting interesting. I get to see Jimin and Taehyung being horny easier than usual. Hoseok tries his best to be calm. Jungkook becomes submissive. 

And Jin hyung finally find his match. That guy sits there, flutter right now.

When the drink finally done, I gulp down a whole shot. Feeling the burn inside my neck makes me satisfied.

The soon as I put my glass down, they refill mine.

“Extra shot on the house since you are being nice and quiet.” I see the rest look between me and Namjoon. Their eyes stares me down. 

Jealous much. I look into thier eyes and gulp the drink slowly to tease them.

Let’s the game begin. This one is going to be mine.

Y/n POV.

Ok, I’m in control right now, I think? 

I look among seven of them while they enjoy their drink. Two men at my right, comparing to the others, seem calm and compose so I give them an extra shot to spice thing up.

It seems like the guy at the end of my counter is suppose to be the hardest to impress. Or, maybe, he conceals his emotions too well.

“Well, let’s move on to the next stage.” I shuffle the golden deck in my hand. 

Shff...shff...glck.

With a final tap, I spread the card onto the counter.

“Choose your drink.”

I observe their actions. They all cooperate with my show which is good. At least, now I know I still have their attention. 

I feel relieve that we are nearly coming to the half of my performance and no one make a reqeust yet. 

I hope it will be like this till the end because it will help my stress self relax a bit.

“Now, lay down your card and let me see what you’ve got.”

Namjoon POV.

A bartender being witchy?

Well, I like this mysterious host.

Hearing her footsteps, a strong firm set of sound has already made me wonder how would they entertain us. 

Then the next thing was they started the show, solely by themselve. 

With her moves, the veltvet shirt that hug their figure nicely, and those sweat talks completely heats up the room. And I dare to say, the feeling I have right now is mutual to all of us.

They didn’t let us down.

I don’t pay much attention to the card since I can drink anything. Their performance is the only thingi care. And I am so eager to get them tonight.

I flip open the nearest card that I can reach. 

“Ooohhh la la, the emperor. I’’ve just found my majesty.”  The others look at me, burning me with their curious yet jealous. 

Guess this is my lucky night.

They offer their hand in front of me. As a gentleman, I grip onto her hand lightly. 

‘Honey, soft and smooth skin.’ My mind is racing as I discover another things that I like about them.

“What can I do to please my emperor? Command me, your majesty.” They stare at me while asking the question. 

Did I tell you yet that I like someone praise me and being submissive?

Author POV.

Namjoon reads the vibe in the room. He knows well what his friends want right now. Theirs eyes are burning with envy. This is his chance to step up his game.

“Dance on the counter for me, princess. Make my drink while you tease us.” 

Namjoon smirks when he finishes his command, making the other six sit straight. Their body now react according to their instinct and thirst, nothing else.

“I see. My majesty is a kind heart man.” 

Y/n strech themselve for a few minutes, preparing their body for another exlusive show. Finishing the warm up, they start unbutton their shirt a bit and change into their favourite high heels.

Clack..clack..clack...

Y/n stop their step  in front of Namjoon, making the man lean back to give them space. 

“Choose your song.” Namjoon tap a few time until he finds his favourite tune.

As the melody fills the air, they start the performance. Tracing the glasses, making a little clinging sound. Then they flip the glass up before filling it with the first ingredient.

When the ingredient finally ready, Y/n step onto the counter. Their golden eyes stare down seven men in front of her. 

Starting off at the center, they approach the first pair, Taehyung and Jimin. The two are beyond satisfied as Y/n show their move and lean toward them. However, immediately move away as they about to touch.

“Only look. No touching.” They wink before moving on to the next pair.

Hoseok and Jungkook taps their feet while gently grooving with the beats. Seeing their customers eagerness to join the floor, Y/n whisper something to them.

“All you do is ask him.” Jungkook eyes immediately sparkle. Now, he doesn’t care about his pride. Just to join them, he can even go down on his knees and beg.

“Namjoon hyung, let me dance with her.” His request make Jin chuckle. 

“And look who is so eager and submissive.” Jin comment, making Jungkook hiss. 

Namjoon just nod as a reply, letting the youngest join his host. Y/n, being a tease like Namjoon’s command, start grinding light onto Jungkook body. The man fight her back by buckle his hip up a bit.

Only their clothes are the barrier between their body.

For awhile, Y/n and Jungkook has a dance battle until the time is up. Y/n move forward and approach the oldest pair. 

“Sadly, you didn’t get to drink everything. Ask my majesty and maybe he will allow you to have something.” Yoongi smirk at the sight. 

‘Someone has finally won Jin hyung.’ He thinks to himself.

Y/n POV.

The vibe is nice.

I can sense that one by one getting high. I sniff their sense in lightly before starting toperform. I choose to approach the first pair on the right since their body is ready for me to ‘drink’.

Taking enough, as they about to touch me, I quickly move on to the next pair. 

“Only look. No touching.”

Seeing they have already enjoyed the music, I then take a chance to lure one of them out. My plan is successful without a doubt. Him dancing along with me chrage my energy up to the fullest.

“Time’s up.”

I continue to perform until I arrive in front of my emperor. 

I lock my eyes with him as I give a last shake to his drink. I make sure to capture his attention so that he won’t notice his surrounding.

“And that’s your drink, your majesty.” I lit the flame onto the surface.

As he drinks, his scent change into something sweet. 

That is a sign for me to sip my last drink.

“Uhh...that was strong.” His eyes start flutter. However, he is trying his best to fight it.

“Can I have my second request?” He asks me despite his consciousness start to diminish.

“Yes.” I answer sweetly. I can feel myself getting more eager. My trueself start to come out slowly. 

“Be our host, only us.” 

I chuckle at his request. He looks last and confuse with my reaction. I then trace my hand along his face before stopping at his neck.

“If only you remember tonight.” I inhale his scent in.

Author POV.

“How was the new supplier?”

Y/n walk out of the dressing room. Seeing their boss, they smile.

“They’re great. They even ask me to be their private host.” Madam chuckle.

“I see, you went all out. If you like, I will make sure to set them up to you again.”  Y/n seems to please at what her boss offer. 

If their new suppliers were that sweet and juicy, who are they to deny such a wonderful offer.

“Deal. I will give you 30/70 split this time.” They throw on their coat, ready to leave the place.

“Oh, set them a place to sleep. I take too much this time. bye.” 

Y/n point at the room. Madam take a glance through the glass window and witness seven body pass out on the counter. A few piece of their clothes scatter around the place.

“Go call the doctor for me.” Madam call the guards to the room and let them take care her guests.

“Huh...this devil...hope they didn’t die yet...”

Author note : This has been sleeping in my draft for so long. I finally have time to write. Thanks to my excitement toward october, I finish the rest in one go. A few days left before we enter halloween month.👻

[tiandarling]

| Mules |

Pairing - Namjoon x fem!reader

Summary - You and Namjoon--two stubborn, idiots in love--reconsider your relationships end.

Content Warning - slight angst, fluffy ending; explicit language and mentions of sex (including the tiniest mention of a daddy kink bc pls, it's Nammie).

(As always, the characters portrayed are in no way a relfection of their real life counterparts. Much like the Percy Jackson film adaptations, I took the names and ran from there. Enjoy, loves)

--

“This is messed up.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

The number of times alone that conversation or some form of it had occurred was fucked up. You and Namjoon had a complicated relationship, to say the least. You'd known him from the time you were both in the same kindergarten class all the way through high school and, as your parents were close friends, you two inevitably became best friends. From playing blocks as snotty toddlers, to doing schoolwork, you two even learned English together by watching the American sitcom, ‘Friends.’

Slowly, best friends became something more, and in your junior year of high school, you finally became a couple. Your relationship was just as it had been your whole lives, but better (Jimin always said it was the sex), and it lasted for several years. Several golden, beautiful years filled with (mostly) perfect memories. But everything changed when Namjoon became the leader of BTS. Of course you were beyond happy and proud of him for pursuing his dreams and talents, overwhelmingly so. But nonetheless, the more time he spent away from you the more your relationship became...old. It was amazing when you did get to see each other as both missed the other incredibly whenever apart, but it began to feel more and more like just going through the motions. You saw each other so rarely, sometimes you almost forgot what it was like to be in a relationship. And then one night he came home drunk, a fight ensued, and you left, the sudden void of screams deafening in your ears.

Naturally, you had fought before, but this time something was different. Both of you seemed to acknowledge the unspoken agreement that this was the end, (the fact you were both stubborn as hell didn't help matters,) and you both tried to move on. You tried. Both of you hooked up a couple times, you even tried several new relationships, but, unbeknownst to the other, everything always ended disastrously. Both parties had lost count of the times you had called out the others' name during sex with whatever random person it happened to be with at the time. Namjoon had gone on a couple dates but they never turned into anything because the entire time he would be thinking about you and it hurt. You, on the other hand, never failed to get angry at your new partners for all the ways they weren't like Namjoon. They didn't know you like he did, couldn't read your expressions, didn't make you laugh the same way. Lost and miserable, you both continued going through the motions, only now you had nothing worth going through them for.

However, every now and then you ran into each other. Usually at some club or party, the pair of you would instantly attempt to hide how truthfully miserable you were in an unfailing ploy to make the other jealous. Almost always this led to one of you dragging the other into a private room to fuck.

Friends could always tell when such a happenstance occurred because, for the first time in months, a glimmer of their old selves resurfaced again.

It had happened again earlier tonight in fact, and now, back in the dorms, the other boys of BTS had finally had enough.

“Hyung, I don't mean to be disrespectful; but what the fuck are you doing?” Jimin demands exasperatedly around his toothbrush, while everyone is in various states of dissarray getting ready for bed. “You obviously still love her, and she wouldn't keep fucking you every time you two see each other if she didn't feel the same.”

“Seriously Joon, you two need to get back together already, this is ridiculous," Jin agrees, accompanied by a chorus of approvals from the other boys.

“You're both so miserable, why keep putting yourselves through this?” Taehyung points out.

“It's not fair to her!” The addressed shot back defensively. “I'm busy all the time and we'd hardly ever see each other. She deserves to be happy with someone who will be there for her.”

“For fucks sake, it's been two years Joon! Two years of you both being the biggest pair of stubborn idiots and hooking up every damn chance you get! Exes don't do that! Stop being such a pussy and go talk to her!” Suga yelled. Namjoon was stunned but everyone else was watching him, clearly in concurrence with Yoongi.

“Damn, fine,” The former muttered, before swiftly dressing again, grabbing his phone and keys, and stalking out the door.

The entire way to your apartment he furiously tried to work out what to say to you, barely paying attention to the roads he was taking. Not that he needed to, he had been to your place so often he could probably get there blind-folded. All too quickly he was in front of your door, staring at the rusted brass number 9 and trying to work up the nerve to knock. After several minutes of failed attempts to get his knuckles to make contact with the wood, he shook his head and turned around to leave, head hanging dejectedly. But before he could even get halfway down the hallway, a door opened and he heard your voice.

“Joonie?” Stars above how he missed you calling him that. For the past two years, it had been either 'Namjoon' or 'Daddy' depending on the situation. He turned around to see you poking your head out the door. Your hair was going a hundred different directions and your eyes were endearingly puffy and more closed than usual--sure signs you had just woken up.

“Did I-” he pauses nervously. “Did I wake you up?”

“No, no I have work in an hour,” you reply, opening the door a little wider. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um...” Why is this so goddamn difficult “I-”

“Joon please come in while you find your words, I have to get ready and it's cold.”

“Right. Thank you.” You simply nod tiredly and, the moment he enters, spin around and head for your room, presumably to get dressed. Not knowing what else to do, he follows, waiting just outside even though you had left the door open and he had seen you naked more times than anyone could count. There was a small collection of pictures on the wall and he studied them as you threw outfit after outfit behind you onto the floor. Most were of you and your family, but there were a couple with him in it. He got so caught up in old memories he didn't realize you were next to him until you said, “Those were some good times.” Namjoon jumped a little but then agreed, smiling at you.

“Y/n...” he began warily, “Why don't we go there again?” And then, before he lost his nerve or you straight up rejected him, he rushed on. “Listen, I know I wasn't the best boyfriend--not even close-- and I know I messed up a LOT, but it's been two years, and I'm still... stuck on you. I think about you all the fucking time, I miss you more than I thought was possible, and I thought it would get easier with time and all that bullshit but it's just getting worse. You make me the best version of myself and I am miserable without you.” He took a breath and puffed it out in a sigh. “Please, Y/n. I don't want to go on without you anymore.”

His heart sank when he noticed your eyes glistening, bracing himself for the doubtless rejection you were about to offer. But suddenly to his surprise, he felt your tears on his cheeks just as he felt your lips press against his. Somehow this felt like the sweetest kiss the two of you had ever shared and he was almost sad when you broke away.

“I'm sorry too, Joonie. I'm so, so sorry!” you managed before you began sobbing into your hands.

Gently he wrapped you into his arms and let you soak his shirt with your tears until you quieted completely, and even then, neither of you moved. “I'm going to be late to work.” You mumble against his chest, voice muffled by his chest.

“Yeah you are," Namjoon agrees, "because you're not going.” You look up in surprise.

“I have to Joonie, my boss is already looking for any excuse to fire me he can get,” you laugh with a watery chuckle.

“Good, I have plenty of money for the both of us and you hate that job anyway," he states matter-of-factly.

“How'd you know that?” you inquire curiously. His face flushes, caught.

“I may or may not have paid Y/F/N to tell me how you're doing," he admits shamefully to the wood floor.

“Oh my gosh, we must be the two most stubborn blockheads on this planet,” you laugh.

“Mules are jealous," he agrees, laughing too. “I better text the boys and tell them I'm okay, not that they care at this point.”

“Then come to bed, it's still cold from all the heat I had to let out of the house waiting for you to come in and I require your warmth in exchange.”

“On second thought, the boys can wait.”

[smuttyfairy]

Number 6 Namjoon:))))))))))))))))))))))

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

You didn’t know how it came to this. 

How could it have even escalated like this? 

A trashed wedding venue, your family and loved ones quieted with fear as they anticipated the nerve-wracking scene that was ensuing between you, Taehyung, and Namjoon.

How could you have known that Taehyung had been in love with you all this time? Or even at all? He had been your friend since high school and was always there for you, to comfort and care and love you when you needed it most in your darkest hours. He was always cheerful and happy to see you. Always so warm and welcoming with you. That’s usually how it goes with friends, right?

You had always known him to be calm and collected, never voicing his emotions or feelings because that’s just how he was so you never dug into him than he let up.

So why of all days did he decide to snap?

It all happened so quick… the beautiful venue draped in white and pastels of pink and yellow. It was your wedding day with Namjoon. The day that would connect the two of you as one, signifying that the both of you would be together forever, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish…til death do you part.

“If I can’t have you, no one will, (Y/N)! I promise we’ll be together on the other side! And I’ll love you better than he can!” Taehyung cried as he pointed the gun faced at you.

You stood frozen and speechless, unable to form any sort of sentence. Fear sucked the air from your lungs and the pounding of your heart was louder than ever before. Tears only fell from your face as you watched Taehyung’s pointer finger slowly begin to pull the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, waiting for the bullet to shoot through your chest.

“No! (Y/N)!” Namjoon yelled in desparation.

The gun shot and sounded, echoing off the walls in the venue. You winced and waited for the pain to shoot through your chest. You waited to drop to the floor but you never did.

You opened your eyes to see your white wedding dress still intact and unstained with blood, but you’re horrified when you look up to see Namjoon in front of you, smiling with a tear falling down his cheek, the white shirt under his suit stained blood-red with a growing diameter.

“NO!!” You shrieked, tears immediately falling from your face as Namjoon fell forward and collapsed into your arms. You kneeled to the ground with him and held him in your arms.

In the background cops have finally arrived at the scene, pointing their guns at Taehyung and urging him to put his hands in the air and put the gun down. He smiles with tears streaming down his face as he drops the gun and slowly raises his hands in the air. He watches you, cheeks stained with tears he may never get to catch again as he himself took the love of your life with his own hands. The act was nonetheless satisfying, yet nothing pained him more to see you broken as you were now. He continued to turn his head back as he was handcuffed and forced out of the venue, sad to see you go as it may as well have been his last.

“No, no, no, no! Namjoon- baby-,” you whimpered with tears, applying pressure to the wound in his chest. “Why did you do that for me..?”

Namjoon weakly placed his hand on yours as it pressed against his chest. “I love you… (Y/N),” he coughed, softly grinning. “You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth… and I can’t thank you enough.”

His words cut you like a knife, making your choke on your tears and the pain of your heart being broken. 

“No, no, no…. baby… don’t say that,” you whispered in between sniffles. “You going to be okay.”

“I, Namjoon,” he weakly began. “-take you, (Y/N)… to be my lawfully wedded wife… to have and to hold… for better, for worse,” he deeply breathed and then coughed, blood evidently filling his lungs. “For richer, for poorer… in sickness and in health,” he grinned, taking your hand from his chest and kissing your knuckles. “Until death do us part.” 

“You can’t die. Please don’t die,” your voice cracked, taking his hand and bringing to your cheek. His hand going cold and his face becoming pale. You rocked back and forth with him in your arms as your eyes swelled with tears, clenching his hand tightly in yours, internally begging and praying that someone he’d be okay. 

Namjoon’s eyes fell heavy and you choked back a sobbing your throat. “Namjoon? Baby? Stay awake,” You lightly shook him.

Namjoon faintly smiled as he brought his free hand to wipe your tears and cherish your flushed cheeks. “I will always… love you, baby,” he weakly breathed, his eyes sparkling one last time with such love and endearment for you before fluttering close.

“I love you too, baby,” you softly cried.

And then his hand fell from your cheek and his smile slowly disappeared. 

You broke out into a loud and uncontrollable sob, choking back your tears but failing as you let it all out. You squeezed the love of your life and held him close to your body, suffering and grieving the loss of his life and realizing you weren’t getting him back. His sweet dimpled cheeks that came out of hiding when he smiled. His glowing eyes as he spoke to you and the many random thoughts about life he brought up. His shy but cute little laugh and his long arms and tall stature that held you safely within him. The many ‘i love yous’ he would whisper to you. 

All gone.

Your heart couldn’t have shattered anymore than it already had… but it did. Nothing more could make you as empty as you were now.

Drabble prompt credits

[youtifulhobi]

everythingoes [KNJ]

➴ Pairing: Namjoon (voice) x reader | WC: 302 | Genre: fluff, h/c  | Rating: SFW; G

➴ Warnings: reader feels overwhelmed, mentions of insecurity and imposter’s syndrome

➴ Tags: slice of life

➴ Summary: when things seem dire, Kim Namjoon saves you with a single song.

A/N: *UNEDITED* dedicated to my soulmate and lover of Kim Namjoon, @joheunsaram​ . If things ever get too hard for you, I will always be here for you, just like Namjoon is. I love you, baby <3 you’re my oxytocin x

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This is stupid, you think to yourself. I shouldn’t be crying. There are so many people who have it worse than I do. All that happened was bouts of bad luck right after each other.

But it doesn’t matter. Feelings of insecurity, imposter’s syndrome, and feeling like you aren’t enough threaten to overwhelm you, bringing tears to your eyes.

Furiously, you blink them away, gritting your teeth. You have other things to worry about; things that are more important than the hormones roiling through you.

You’re at your wits’ end when you shove your earphones into your ears, hoping that music will help distract from the events that snowballed into ruining your entire day.

You don’t pay much attention to the songs that play, just listening absent-mindedly, but soon you’re overcome with a sense of peace, breaths evening out and your heart no longer threatening to leap out of your throat. Everything seems to slow down, tinged with a cool blue like a movie montage.

As you look up from the copious amounts of paperwork on your desk, Kim Namjoon’s husky voice accompanied by the melodious tones of soft rock fill your ears. You put your pen down as you sit at your desk, letting the lyrics of your favourite song wash over you.

Somehow, as you listen to Namjoon’s depictions of living through difficult times before being able to appreciate the good, you feel calmer, more understood. You take comfort in knowing that you aren’t the only one to go through times where you feel overwhelmed by even the smallest things, and somehow, you know that everything will be okay.

Because everything will come to pass, like how the night leaves and morning comes, everything, both good and bad, will end and begin again, starting the cycle anew. 

Because everything goes.

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[yooniestummy]

♡ i’m just thinking about how jungkook always calls namjoon “rapmon-hyung” even to this day. and though it’s a habit the boys tease him about and he’s tried to fix it over time, i still imagine him letting the nickname “rapmon-hyung” slip when he’s not feeling well 🥺

[dat-town]

Monsters in the woods

Characters: Namjoon & You

Setting: Disney au – Little Red Riding Hood (though it’s rather based on the 2011 movie)

Genre: dark, folklore, supernatural

Warning: blood and death

Words: 893

Summary: Didn’t your mother tell you not to walk alone in the woods? It’s full of monsters.

For more fairytale aus, check my Once upon a fairytale masterpost.

According to the myth travelling on wanderers’ mouth from village to village, Death is coming for everyone who dares to enter the woods in the dead of night. Horrible screams of the reckless youngsters who break the unwritten rule still echo through the region. Their blood spills like dirty secrets on the pearl white snow, their clothes are torn into chunks and nothing else remains of them. Not a single bone.

It’s a curse only the elderly knows about and now their descendants have to pay the price. Time has never known salvation, remedy or forgiveness. But how to stop the rage of the monster they created? Every year, on a particular dark day when the new moon is out, it’s time to feed the beast’s hunger in order the save the village. One doomed soul is better than the awful bloodshed that’s waiting for them. They mask their selfishness with humility and call it a sacrifice, offering a virgin daughter of the town. They are no better than the monster itself, murderers, each and all of them. Maybe this is the reason why they can’t be at ease when the night comes. Fear slips into their bones, terror poisons their blood and the horror mirrors in their dull eyes. They lock up their children and listen to the roaring wind while hiding in the basements. And the strangest thing is that nobody has ever heard the victims scream. Still, they disappeared under the favour of the night leaving behind nothing but blood.

You have heard the rumours, too. You have seen the carmine blood and the tears of the chosen ones. Yet, you aren’t afraid. You follow the path illuminated by the moonlight confidently, tugging at your red hood that keeps falling off of your head.

“Oh, you scared me,” you halt abruptly when a figure steps in front of you casting shadow on your fragile body. Your right hand lands on your chest even though your heart keeps beating steadily at the sight of the young man.

“Sorry,” he says dryly. The word tastes like a lie on his tongue. You don’t say anything, just keep your eyes down at the ground. The poppies are all dead in the soiled snow. “Didn’t your mother tell you not to walk alone in the woods? It’s dangerous for a pretty girl like you.”

The stranger - or not so much - warns you and the careless threat in his voice makes you smirk.

“You have always been good with words, Namjoon,” you smile, wickedly so and when you look up at him, your eyes are glowing mischievously. In the meantime, the boy, barely a man with dirty blonde hair looks close to having a heart attack.

“Y-you… but you-”

He struggles with his beloved words and he visibly shakes. His widened eyes glare at you as if he saw a ghost. Maybe he’s not that far from the truth.

“Should be dead?” you finish his sentence with a shrug and take a step closer and closer until there’s nothing more than an inch between you two so you could whisper in his ear: “Tell me, what do think what happens to the girls the villagers leave tied up to get eaten up by the monster?”

It’s an understatement to say Namjoon is dumbfounded. Actually, he looks scared and guilty. The vein on his neck pulsing heavily and his breath is getting ragged.

“I… that… but there was so much blood...” he tries to reason and you laugh. The melody of your giggle is floating in the air waking up the crows.

“Yes, I almost died but I didn’t,” you turn around theatrically just so he could see that you were very much alive. However, your genuine smile quickly fades away as you look him in the eye. “Stupid me thought you loved me yet you never looked for me.”

It’s an accusation, the sharpened sword of Damocles above his head.

“You were chosen to save us,” Namjoon explains hastily why he didn’t protest, why he didn’t try to stop them when they dragged you away, why he didn’t come when you cried after him.

“And should I be honoured because of that?” you scoff, turning your gaze away from him. In the darkness you can see your sisters’ ardent eyes. The chilly weather is creeping up on your back and anger is building up in your insides as the howls are getting louder. “He told me that the woods would expose your true, self-centered personality.”

“Who?” The boy asks confused but you hush him quiet.

“Shh...Didn’t your mother tell you not to walk alone in the woods? It’s full of monsters,” you whisper with eyes turning honey-coloured, nails becoming claws and fur displaying over your smooth skin. You are the beauty of duality: a human and an animal in one body, an abandoned soul and a forever beating heart. You never show your scars, only pretty smiles. Once you were a dream out-of-reach, now you are his worst nightmare.

Before Namjoon could escape, you sink your teeth into his musty-scented soft flesh. It tastes sweet like almost-lovers do. Above, the moon tells another tragic tale that warns the villagers: you’re coming for them. And you will hunt them down one by one. It’s time for them to meet the monsters of the woods.

[jmnjmnjmn]

Getting Home | Namjoon x Reader

Pairing: Boyfriend!Namjoon x Reader

Key words: established relationship, frustration

Warnings: it’s fluffy

Word count: around 300

What do you guys think about suck short drabbles? Like or no like?

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Opening the apartment’s door Yn was immediately met with the sight of her boyfriend sitting on the kitchen counter next to the sink. With his head hung low he mumbled a faint ‘hey’, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

In reality, Namjoon’s been sitting on that counter for over twenty minutes waiting for his girlfriend to come home. She was late and he was worried. To his earlier text, questioning her whereabouts, she sent back a simple ‘omw’ that didn’t calm down his surprisingly rapidly rising anxiety and now that she walked through the door he decided to be short with her the same way she was with him.

Yn set her bag down on the floor right next to the shoes she just slipped off her feet and walked up to her boyfriend. Stopping between his legs and resting the front of her hips against the edge of the counter she put her hands on his wrists, lifting them just enough to slip under his heavy arms to glue herself to his chest. She wrapped herself around him in the most loving hug he could ever imagine getting from a person humming softly into his chest as she rested her cheek right over his heart. 

Still holding his phone, Namjoon rolled his eyes at the distant memory of being frustrated with the girl that now had her hands clasped tightly behind his back. He couldn’t stay mad at her, not for long at least. After a second longer, he set his phone down on the kitchen counter and moved his arms back to their original place, reciprocating Yn’s embrace.

“You always smell so good” she murmured lifting her chin to look up at him.

Namjoon let himself get lost in the shine of her eyes letting go of the thought of how easily she could make him speechless. He glanced down at her silly expression and breathed out a weak chuckle before leaning down to place a kiss on her lips.

[bts-is-my-life-as-always]

Forgotten angels

(Credits to gif owners)

Pairing: namjoon X reader

Genre: angst

He’d always call you princess and angel, it was a everyday thing, angels are sentient beings that do not really exist, yet he felt like honouring you enough to call you his angel.

The more he tempted you the more you wanted to be his only angel, you knew that, that would be near to impossible, he had so many amazing, beautiful women around him, he soon stopped calling you his angel, instead, he replaced his smiles with frowns, instead of his kisses, he ripped right through you tonight.

Everything seemed to be coming to an end, at the rate of your own anger, you shoved all of your memories in one bag, hoping and wishing for it not to flow out, you closed your bag and as you ran towards the door, you stopped dead in your tracks, and chocked up.

“I remember way before, way before one angel became forgotten, you said you wouldn’t, all those words, just another way of concealing ones pain”

[almondeyes-biased]

Small Christmas drabble for @byuns-coco whom I love fondly and I hope she has a good time she deserves the world ❤️

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"You're wearing my sweater; again," Namjoon said as he walked into the living room to find you sat on the couch, a big mug on your hand filled to the brim with hit chocolate, and his pearl white sweater hugging your curves to your hips. You smiled shyly to him and nodded. A little smile formed on his lips as he walked towards you and sat next to you.

"Looks really pretty on you," he commented. "Keep it."

You looked at him with wide eyes.

"It's your favorite- what are you talking about?"

"I like it more when I see it on you," Namjoon said, taking your mug and placing it on the table near you two. Then he pulled you into his arms and nested you on his lap, taking a strand of hair and placing it behind your ear. He laughed softly as your cheeks' natural color gave its place to a more bright blush.

"Happy Christmas baby," he whispered in your ear, and his hug tightened round you, holding you as close as possible. He started placing small kiss on your neck, softly caressing your hair and shoulders.

"I love you," he said before he placed his fingers under your chin to make you look at him and kissed you.

[blu-joons]

He Feels Insecure In Your Relationship ~ Kim Namjoon

Prompts: 5, 13, 27

You gathered around the sofas with the boys, all the cushions had been chucked on the floor, all of you laid out on the carpet. Namjoon sat beside you, his arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you in to rest on his chest.

“Alright, we’ll stick a bottle in the middle and then whoever it lands on gets a truth or dare,” Jin announced, placing one of his many empty beer bottles in the middle of you all.

Everyone was slightly intoxicated, a few slurred words were spoken, having finally had the day off all of them were desperate to relax and destress.

“I’ll spin first,” Taehyung announced, leaning forwards, wobbling slightly, spinning the bottle. It spun around, everyone groaning until it stopped, landing directly in front of you.

“Y/N!” Hobi shouted, throwing his arms in the air.

His voice shot through you, squealing loudly before falling back into a fit of laughter. Yoongi grabbed him, letting him rest on his shoulder to steady himself.

“Truth or dare?” Taehyung proposed.

You looked at Namjoon briefly, who smiled down at you. As relaxed as you were around the boys, there were moments that definitely made Namjoon uncomfortable, he was open about his jealousy, but you were always there to reassure him.”

“Dare.”

“Alright, I dare you to choose your favourite boy, not Namjoon, and give him a peck on the cheek.”

“That’s it?” You asked, leaning forwards to move yourself around.

Hobi continued to chuckle, clapping his hands, “that’s the worst dare ever!”

“Excuse me!” Tae slurred, throwing his drink in the air, “for years we’ve wondered who Y/N’s favourite is, and now we’ll know.”

You leant forwards, moving towards a few of the boys before turning in the opposite direction to confuse them. Finally you headed towards Jin, leaning forwards to peck his cheek, only for his head to swerve, your lips pressing to his.

“Yah!” He chuckled, too drunk to realise exactly what he had just done, or more who he had done it with.

“Jin!” You scolded, wiping your lips to remove the taste of his lips. Jungkook patted his back, laughing to himself.

You turned around to cuddle back into Namjoon, but he was nowhere to be seen. His drink was still on the floor, his phone on the sofa, but his frame had left the room.

“Where’s Joon?” You asked Yoongi, the only one who seemed to have a tiny part of him still sober. His shoulders shrugged in response, unaware his leader had even left the room. With a sigh, you ran out, heading straight for his dorm in the hope he’d be there.

The door was shut, you slowly opening it, not even bothering to knock. Namjoon laid down with his back to the door, cuddling your pillow into his chest.

“Joon,” you whispered, carefully approaching him, running your hand through his soft, silver hair. “It was a game of truth or dare, don’t be like this You know how drunk they all are.”

He spun around facing you, your eyes widening at the red, blotchy skin around his eyes. Using the sleeves of his jumper you wore, you wiped his tears away, kissing his lips softly.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” you responded, laying down beside him so the two of you were face to face. “Joon, staying in here and crying isn’t going to help. What exactly has you so upset? Because I know it’s not that Jin kissed me, you know how drunk he is.”

He sighed, clutching tighter to your pillow. “It’s not just tonight, I feel like every time we ever go out, guys are eyeing you up as if I’m not good enough for you. I get why, you’re just beautiful and perfect, and I’m not. Everyone thinks you can do better than me, even Jin, you’d be better off with Jin, he’s funny and can cook, he can look after you.”

“I don’t want Jin, I want you. Namjoon, I get that you’re jealous, it’s cute, but jealousy is an ugly look on you. I will continue to tell you for the rest of my life that you are the one human I love, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the person I always get excited to see.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. I’m so proud of you, and everything you’ve achieved. Those boys in there are like my brothers, they look up to you and they would never hurt you, not when they are sober anyway.” Finally a little smile emerged on his face.

He sat up, resting his hand on your thigh, placing your pillow back where it belongs. “I’m sorry, you just mean a tremendous amount to me and I never want to lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me because I love you, you idiot. I don’t tell you that for nothing, I tell you that because I adore you.”

His arm slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you to cuddle into his side. Your bodies fitted perfectly, like two pieces in a jigsaw. Whenever he was upset Namjoon loved to cuddle you, your touch was an assuring touch that things would be just fine.

“I love you too, you’re amazing, I’m lucky to have you.”

You trailed a few kisses along his jaw, “how about we just stay here, leave the boys, they’ll sober up in the morning and realise what wrecks they all are.”

“We can’t. I want to make sure they all get to bed safely, you stay here, I’ll be ten minutes, just let me get them all into their rooms then they can do what they want.”

“See, that’s one of the reasons I love you, your big heart and selfless behaviour.” You followed him into the living room, one by one carrying them all up to bed.

There were a lot of murmurs, a strong smell of alcohol, and several bodies nearly falling if it weren’t for you and Namjoon. Eventually they were all back in their rooms, spark out as soon as they hit their beds.

You and Namjoon headed back to his room, snuggling back under the duvet. “I dread to think how they’ll all be in the morning, maybe we can just hide out here forever.”

“I like the sound of that,” you replied, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “goodnight my love, sleep well.”

“Night jagi, sweet dreams.”

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[speuradair]

“I won’t go easy on you.” | K.N.

(I have no relation to or ownership of BTS, Namjoon, or BigHit. This is completely fictional.)

A/N - Shout to my favorite girl Tae ( @loonyloomis​ ) not only for requesting this drabble, but also for proof-reading and supporting everything I write. Thanks for putting up with me, my guy. Also, someone please ask me to turn this into a series. I want this to be a series. 

Content warning- no warnings, just slow burn

Request - “I won’t go easy on you.” Kim Namjoon x Trainee! Reader

      Pain pulsed through your foot, causing you to wince as you quickly peeled the gauze bandage away from your heel. The air stung as it hit the raw skin. As quickly as you could, you replaced the dirtied wrap with a secure, clean one and slipped on your sock and shoe again. Your feet had been blistered for weeks now. 

But it was going to be so worth it. You were going to put up with this discomfort for as long as it took for them to sign you. Spending hours on your feet, working through dances and routines, was a small price to pay to be put in a group, to be able to make your debut. It felt like a total shot in the dark when you auditioned for BigHit, yet here you were now, months into training. If you wanted to keep going and get through training, you had to ignore the pain you were in. You still had a long way to go before you got anywhere near a group debut, and if you messed up, you still could’ve been dropped. That just wasn't an option.

   You stood up, making sure to test the bandaged foot carefully, washed your hands and left the bathroom to return to the practice room. Even on your twenty minute break, your mind was preoccupied with the routine you'd been running through. 

    "(Name)!" The voice startled you out of your thoughts, but a soft smile settled on your lips as you recognized the girl jogging to catch up with you. "Is your foot okay?" 

There hadn't been a lot of downtime to spend socializing, but you had made a few friends since being here. You were closest to your roommate, Fei, who was now out of breath and rushing after you. 

"Still beaten up, but I'll live," you grinned as she caught up to you, "I didn't bleed through the bandage this time, so that's a plus."

"Man, I knew training would be intense, but I didn't know we'd be beaten up like this! I mean, your feet are practically falling off," Fei was joking, but she wasn't all that off base, honestly. They were working you all ragged. 

"You're doing really well though," she added, "I wouldn't be surprised if you made it into a dance line." The flattery was nice, but you weren't quite convinced. 

"I don't know about that. I mean, no one seems too impressed with what I'm doing." 

If you were being honest, you didn't know what the mentors thought of you. Sometimes it seemed to be going well, and sometimes you were surprised that they hadn't dropped you on the spot. 

"Are you serious?" She jabbed your side, teasing you. "Have you seen the way Namjoon watches you? He's practically drooling when you're up!"

Yeah, right. You actually laughed at the thought of the mentor having any kind of fascination with you. There was no way someone like him was that interested in a trainee like you.

"He's watching me to see how well I follow instructions, Fei, that's his job. I seriously doubt he's drooling. Besides, he tore my routine to shreds yesterday." You almost let out an audible groan at the memory of being scolded in front of the other trainees. 

"I don't know babe, I think he wants you-" 

"Stop!" You playfully smacked her hand away from your side, a laugh slipping from your lips. She was definitely about to continue, but the door to the practice room pushed open, revealing the idol himself, as if she'd somehow summoned him. 

The two of you quieted down way too suddenly to seem inconspicuous, passing him with just a polite smile of acknowledgement between you and him, but as soon as you were alone again in the practice room, Fei erupted into giggles again. 

“What if he heard you?!” You nudged her shoulder, lightly pushing her away from you. That only made her laugh more. 

“Oh, come on, like he’d care! Just bat your eyelashes and pout a bit, and he’d forget all about it!” She brought her hands up to her heart, as if pretending to swoon. “Oh, (name), how could I ever stay mad at you? You’re my favorite trainee, of course you’re not in trouble~”

“Oh my God, you’re delusional!” Though you tried, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. You knew you were blushing, even without looking at the mirrors on the wall. 

   Soon the room filled with the other trainees and you went right back to practicing the complicated routine. You were barely into the three hour session, though, when an unfortunately familiar burning began to plague your heel. You'd tried to push through it, like you had earlier, but you could feel the bandage sticking to your sock and your sock sticking to your shoe. Apparently you'd spoke too soon when you'd told Fei that you're foot wasn't bleeding today. With the bandage slipping and sweat hitting it, it hurt even worse than before. You couldn't stop though. The last thing you wanted was for management to think you weren't cut out for this. 

   As soon as you had a minute to stop, your roommate subtly moved over to you. 

"What's up? You were kind of limping." Her voice was low, careful not to make any distraction to the others. 

"Was it that obvious? Now my foot is bleeding," you sighed, annoyance evident even in your low tone. You were really hoping you were at least covering well. 

Her brow creased in concern as she peered down at your foot, studying the bandage that peeked out from beneath your sock. Before she could say anything else though, a deep voice chimed in from behind you two. 

"Your foot is bleeding?" 

You turned quickly, coming face to face with Namjoon. 

"Oh, yeah, it's just blisters, you know, from dancing," you exhaled, trying to play it off as calmly as you could. Shit, you were nervous and self conscious when talking to him before, and now it was even worse. You made a mental note to scold Fei later for adding to your list of anxieties. 

"Is it bad? You were a bit sloppy before, that's unusual for you," he pointed out. 

"Uh, not too bad I think, just uncomfortable. But I'll really focus and try harder-" 

"You shouldn't leave it like that, it could get infected or something. Then you'd really get sloppy," his lips curled up into a grin as he gazed down at you. "You should go wrap it. Don't worry, I'll cover for you." 

Oh. Well, he didn't have to tell you twice. You excused yourself out to the hall with your bag, giving a small sigh of relief as you say on the bench and off of your foot. It had only been about an hour since you'd started practice again, but both of your feet seemed to be screaming. You hadn't noticed before, but now that it was quiet and you were alone to think for a second, your entire body ached. You were even more exhausted than you'd realized. Giving in for just a second, you closed your eyes and leaned back against the wall.

   Though, barely a moment later, you snapped back to attention as the door opened, music from the practice room flooding into the previously quiet hallway. You looked up, expecting to find Fei, but there next to you was Namjoon himself. 

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to take so long," you quickly apologized, about to stand up despite your only half wrapped heel. He shook his head though, motioning for you to continue what you were doing. 

"How's your foot?" His voice was softer than before. It was so abnormal, it was almost confusing. 

"Oh it's fine, I just needed to rewrap it," you assured him, trying your best to seem nonchalant despite your growing discomfort. This wasn't the time to seem weak and whiny, especially if there actually was a slight chance you could eventually make dance line. 

"How long have you been wrapping it?" He had an idea of how long you'd been hurt, he'd noticed a few weeks ago that you were wearing a bandage wrap. He just wasn't sure how bad your foot had been hurt. 

"About a month now. It's really not a big deal, I just didn't wrap it enough." You were quick to discredit the pain you were in. You didn't need anyone to start having doubts about your dedication or ability. 

"It's okay to be hurt, you know."

Usually when he spoke, he was strong and commanding, drilling quick directions and calling out mistakes as the trainees struggled to keep up. He was in charge, and he wasn't afraid to make sure that was known. Though, now that he sat next to you alone in the hallway, he didn't seem so superior. It almost felt like talking to a friend.

"I was a trainee too, I know how hard you're working." 

You stayed silent, not entirely sure how to respond. He was technically right, but it felt weird to admit your discomfort to the guy who played such a vital role in the company's decision of keeping you or not. 

Understanding your hesitation, he continued to talk. "Every idol has to go through the really rough trainee stage- aching feet, hoarse voice, exhaustion and all. I get it."

"I guess it's hard to picture you as anything less than famous idol RM and mentor who makes the rules around here," you confided, finishing replacing the bandage on your heel. 

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "I think that's what management is going for. It's easier to weed out 'bad fits' for the company when they're intimidated by someone higher ranked. I don't know though, it’s not exactly my favorite dynamic."

You finally turned your attention over towards him, raising an eyebrow. "Really? I mean, you play the role pretty well." 

He turned towards you, too, his gaze meeting yours now. "I guess there's more to me than just my image." 

Suddenly you were very aware of how close he was. Your shoulders were brushing against each other now that you were sitting up again, and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. 

He wasn't oblivious to the close proximity either. He was completely aware that his hand was almost overlapping yours and that, as you looked at eachother like this, your face was mere inches away from his. 

He was watching you when you performed. He couldn't take his eyes off of you when you moved or sang. Everything about you was radiant. There was no doubt in his mind that you would eventually be signed, and honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if you ended up being your group's leader. 

There were just two problems with that- He was your mentor, and he had other trainees. He not only had to be careful of getting too close to his trainee, but he also had to be entirely sure that he wasn't playing favorites. But how could he not favor you? Everything you did captivated him.  In a sudden rush of confidence, he decided to keep talking. 

“You know, I heard you and Fei talking during break.”

Your eyes widened, looking away again as you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “You.. You did?” 

He chuckled a bit at your squeaked out response. Somehow you’d managed to be even cuter than you were before, which he previously didn’t think was possible. “She should really be quieter when talking like that in public.”

“I’m so sorry, she was just kidding, I wasn’t-” You rushed to apologize, your embarrassment only making you speak faster and faster, but he didn’t let you finish.

“She’s right, you know.”

“What?” You quickly turned back to face him, your gaze meeting his again, as it had before.

“You are my favorite trainee.”

      It felt like time passed in slow motion as you tried to process what he’d just said, but suddenly things were launched back into full speed when you heard the music in the practice room stop. That meant the other mentor was done with his group, it was your group's turn, and you two were out here. Rather haphazardly you stood to your feet, grabbing your bag from the bench. Namjoon followed suit, following behind you as you opened the door to the practice room again. 

Before passing you in the doorway, though, he paused and spoke quietly by your ear.

"Don't get any ideas now. I won't go easy on you."

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Bts Hybrid Drabble : You are my pur(rrr)pose. (Bts rapline)

Summary : Your beautiful plan for a vacation got crashed. Suddenly you got a call back to your hometown as the heir of your grandfather’s will. Accepting your fate, little do you know what is waiting for you.

Author POV.

glluck.cluck.cluck...

cluck.

A final sound ends as the sound’s owner stops making the noise. Y/n with your two suitecases stands in front of the antique yet elegance mansion. Seeing it standing tall behind the large floral garden brings back lots of memory.

‘Sorry that I’m late.’ 

You mumble with yourself. You has been planning to come here on your next vacation as a surprise. 

However, your grandfather is faster.

He got you this time. 

“So there’s only...me?” A lawyer nods as a reply to your question. 

“He only put you as the only heir of the will. As his final wish, you will be the next successor of his business and the owner of this mansion.”

You look around as you can’t believe what you have heard. 

The successor.

The owner.

"Please, sign these papers.” You do as the lawyer says. 

“Is there anyone here? Like...maids...butlers?” You ask in curiosity while reading through the documents.

“No, except your grandfather’s men. As the will mentioned, they’ll now become your employees. In a minute, they’ll be here.” 

A silence engulps the rest of conversation. You start walking around the living room. 

It hasn’t change. The family’s painting, the decorations and the furnitures still stay in their place just like in your memory. 

And your favourite spot...window frame.

“Grandpa, look...butterfly.” You tapped lightly onto the glass. Your grandfather then giggled before picking you.

“Then let’s play with them outside, shall we?” 

A flashback makes your mouth lift into a smile, despite tears brimming your eyes. 

Everything is too sudden.

Y/n POV.

I have been waiting those gentlemen for hours now. Well, it isn’t like I am mad at them. 

I just..want to see new faces to erase my sorrow.

Sounds a little weird, right?

However, everywhere my eyes land, my mind will bring back the memory. And, with what happened, I just can’t take it.

“We were having a little trouble. Sorry.” 

“Get in, the new owner is waiting.” 

As I hear a lightly conversation behind the door, I turn back and take a look. I can see a glimpse of my guests. 

They are all dress up formally. If that is because of me, I feel a little bit sorry toward them. They shouldn’t be in those suits and coats during the summer time.

The enormouse wooden barriers finally open, revealing my guests. Three tall figures step foot into the living room with a mystic aura. Their gaze are piercing mine, making me tense up a little.

Despite me being their boss, their presences make me rethink about it.

“This is Miss Y/f/n Y/l/n. They are going to be the next successor and the new owner of the property.” The lawyer introduces me.

The three of them suddenly bow.

“No...no don’t...I’m sure you must be around my age or maybe older than me. Please, just treat me like a normal guest.” I quickly bow in return.

My action seems to surprise them. I rise up and continue the conversation.

“It’s nice to meet you guys. From now I’ll be in your care.” I speak with a smile, trying my best to not look so nervous.

One of them then approach me and take my hand. Having one firm handshake, he starts introducing himself.

“I’m Hoseok Jung. On my left is Yoongi Min and my right is Namjoon Kim. It’s our pleasure to finally meet you. Master talks about you a lot.” 

Hearing that somehow makes me relax and curious at the same time.

Grandpa, what have you told them?

“I must leave now. Have a good day, ms.Y/n.” And with that, the lawyer leaves.

Huh...I hope we will get along well, the four of us.

Author POV.

2 hours ago

“I...hate paper work.” Hoseok stretches his arms and yawns.

“You know we all didn’t expect this to happen.” 

Yoongi looks at the younger friend through a rearview mirror. Next to guy, Namjoon reads through some files before signing them.

“Namjoon, leave the file there before they ruine your eyes.”

“Joonie loves work. Joonie won’t do as hyung says.” 

Hoseok replies playfully to Yoongi. He mimics baby voice while talking to purposely annoys Yoongi.

“Hoseok, you know how much I hate that voice of yours.”

“Awe...you hate me?” He continues.

Yoongi sighs and focus on the road again. The work at the company has already drained his energy. 

“When the death anniversary comes, I will burn all the work in front of his grave. That old man leaves behind too much work.” Namjoon mumbles.

“Don’t let me start on that. He really dumped the rest of project on us.” Hoseok whines.

“It likes he knows what will happen to him. He has been acting out of his character for months. Taking less work, asking us to take days off...”

“Yeah, right. He even asked whether we want to quit our job or not.” Hoseok adds.

“And then this happen. He puts us in the will to work for his grandchild.” 

Namjoon finally joins the conversation, closing the folder in front of him. Hoseok eyes lit up and suddenly asks his friend.

“What do you think about Miss Y/n? Will they be like grandpa?”

“No matter who they are, I hope master at least tell her about us, or they won’t...”

“handle us well.” Namjoon finishes Yoongi’s sentence.

Y/n POV.

“Huh...water...” 

I murmure while walking along the corridors. I am too lazy to flick open the lights or even find the switches. At least, there is moonlight beaming through the windows.

“Oh...hi.” I notice someone is standing around the counter. I am not sure who is he so I don’t call the name out.

“Can’t sleep?”

‘Oh, it’s Yoongi.’ My mind immediately call the name as it recognizes his voice.

“I’m just thirsty. Sorry if I make you startle.”

“Not a big deal. Hoseok is worst than you, trust me.”

Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee. He then turns back and grabs another cup.

“If you want, I can make you something. Coffee, tea, milk or cocoa? ” 

“Water is fine.” 

Yoongi’s presence is something. When they were together in the afternoon, they looked intimidate. But now, his presence brings calmness.

With the relax atmosphere, our conversation starts and flows better than our first meeting. As he asks about me, I asks about him, his friends and my granfather.

“And...” He is about to tell the story when the entire room lights up.

With the bright light in the room, I finally see Yoongi clearly...

Sssppp.

I gasp as I notice something. A black pair of animal ears twitch on his head as a tail swings slowly behind him. 

“Oh, it’s you two.” I turn around. I then meet with the other two who step inside the kitchen with alike form.

They have animal ears and tails.

How?

“Guys...what...how...” I point at their head and trace down to their tails.

“Ooopsie...we’ve been exposed.” Hoseok grins while Namjoon shakes his head in disapproval.

“Hoseok, what have you done?” Yoongi speaks while gritting his teeth.

“Uhhh....can you...explain...” I ask, catching their attention.

“That old man really...huh, fine. Let us introduce ourselves again. Here’s a clouded leopard hybrid, Hoseok Jung. Our oldest brother, a pallas cat hybrid, Yoongi Min. And, a jaguar hybrid, Namjoon Kim.” 

Namjoon sarcastically reintroduce him and his friends one by one.

Hybrid?

Grandfather, I utterly lost to you this time.

Your surprise...really got me.

Author’s note: It’s been a long break. I finally have some time to be here and write this. This part is just the beginning. I’ll write a full story soon, but I might not upload here.  I hope this entertain you well. Thanks for reading. See you next time.