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[srslythis-ismylife]

Out of Frame- BTS xReader TEASER

Director!ReaderxOT7 FilmProducer!ReaderxOT7 Dancer!ReaderxOT7 Choreographer!ReaderxOT7

“Run! Bangtan USAAAAAaaaa”, Jungkook yelled while lifting his arms like an airplane and running towards you and the camera.

“And cut!”, You yelled with a laugh as the cameraman hit the button and the recording light shut off. Turning your attention to the iPad in front of you to make sure that enough coverage was shot for today, you fail to notice that Jungkook continued to run past the camera, picking you up as you were scrolling through today’s shotlist.

“Jungkook!” you protested feeling embarrassed.

“Ah- ah…Jungkook what? Is there no respect?” Jungkook says while continuing to run you over to the rest of the boys.

You rolled your eyes, “Jungkook seunbaenim” you said.

“Ew! No thats so formal” he retorted while carrying you over to the other members

“We’re at work?” you question

“Yes, but we're also friends aren’t we? Like we call Bang PD Hyung”

“Yeah but if we were following formalities you’d be calling me PD-nim”, you chuckle while looking at Namjoon over Jungkook’s shoulder with a “help me” look in your eyes.

“She’s right this is unprofessional Jungkook, put PD-nim down!” Namjoon ordered the younger one.

“You didn't have an issue with being unprofessional last night…” Jungkook softly grumbled as he set you down in front of Jimin.

A smack immediately met him to the back of the head by Jin

“Thanks Hyung”, Namjoon said looking sheepishly at you.

Jimin immediately wrapped his arms around you, peeking over the shoulder at your iPad.

You sighed but accepted the hug as Jimin put his cheek on the top of your head and asked, “are we done for the day?”

“Yeah, THATS A WRAP FOR TODAY!” you yell as everyone erupts into cheers, including Jimin who lifts his arms up celebrating.

You quickly scuttle away trying to get away from your boys and taking a look at the schedule for Monday. Namjoon’s long legs quickly catch up to you as he falls into step beside you.

“Do you want to ride back to the hotel in the same car?”he eagerly questioned. You smiled down at your iPad still looking at the the 5am call time for Monday. You wanted to say yes but it was only your first month working as a producer and director for Run! BTS USA and you really did not want to raise any more red flags to the rest of the crew. Everyone knew you were friends with the boys beforehand, having been a choreographer and creative director in Korea, but as a female friend you really didn’t need anyone to call HR on your close friendship with the boys.

“I still have some stuff to sort out before heading back, you go ahead and I’ll see you later maybe ok?”

“ah-ok! Please don’t work to hard PD-nim” Namjoon says with a professional nod. But you can tell he’s a bit disappointed, you try your best to hide your smile at the fondness you have for this man as you remember where this all started.

1 year ago

You paced back and forth looking at your laptop screen, ignoring cafegoers stares as you as you try to get your creative ideas to coalesce. You had been trying to develop this pitch deck for hours and you just can’t find the right reference shots for a few slides. You continue to wrack your brain thinking of what else to type into your search engines to find something closer to the reference shots you want. You sigh and decide to give up on trying to find the perfect reference shot as you sit back down because one too many Koreans in the cafe were staring at you. You had been at the cafe since the morning working, emailing and taking meetings with crews for upcoming projects in pre-production, writing, and working on your pitches.

As you open up your iPad and begin shittily drawing the shot you’re envisioning you see a text from your friend pop up on you laptop screen “class at 6 still? Choreo after? Lmk now so I can book the studio”. You text her back that you’re still down as you begin to play the song you’re developing choreography to while you continue to try to draw the shot you want. You stand your iPad up next to your laptop looking at your shitty drawing before laughing and leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes. You let the music play and you let your body casually move thinking up ideas for your choreo session later, focusing on your arms as you were sitting down and trying not to draw attention to yourself as a brown foreigner in Korea.

A tap on your shoulder startles you as you open your eyes to see a man wearing a mask pointing at your screens. You quickly remove your headphones as you squint at the person speaking to you, feeling like they are familiar somehow. They are speaking in Korean.

You embarrassedly rattle off one of the only Korean phrases you know perfectly. “Sorry, what was that? I don’t speak Korean well.”

I’ve never done this before but I started writing this as a brain cleanse from everything else I’m writing pls lmk if you want me to keep writing I already have some more than this

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Gilded Gambit

Summary: Her whole life, Jamie has been comfortable and well taken care of, the loved hybrid of a well off family. Until the day when she’s taken away from the only family she’s known, beaten and left for dead on the doorstep of a mysterious organization that might as well be the hybrid equivalent of the mob. A crime syndicate that ultimately wants to force revolution onto society. And they go by the name Bangtan Sonyeondan.

(Hybrid AU, Mafia AU, Slowburn, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers)

Rating: M

Pairings: Hybrid!BTSxBTS, OT7xFem!Hybrid!OC/Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Author’s Note: This is a crosspost from AO3; I am the one who posted it on AO3 and it is my story!

Jimin didn’t bother knocking, poking his head curiously through the heavy oak door. Jin sat resting with his head in his hands, the unconscious patient he had worked on in her human form. She might heal better if she had stayed a ferret, but it was easier and safer to treat her extensive list of injuries when she wasn’t an animal. Seokjin had administered a drug that forced a hybrid to shift into whatever form they weren’t already in. It was useful during interrogations when someone wanted to be stubborn and stay shifted down, knowing their human sides were often more vulnerable.

“You can just set it down,” his hyung said without looking up. “Thank you.”

Jimin stared at what appeared to be an unappetizing mess neatly sectioned off by a cafeteria tray. In order to make it easier on all of them, they had been giving her mushed foods suited to a ferret’s omnivorous diet. Soft fruits, ground beef, eggs. Presentation could be a little neater, but it wasn’t something they had time to think about. The person getting the food wasn’t even conscious anyway. In fact, she had only been moved out of med bay into a spare bedroom yesterday evening.

“Actually, Namjoon wanted to talk to you.” Jin finally picked his head up, and Jimin winced in sympathy over the dark circles under his eyes. Seokjin prided himself on his appearance, rightfully so. His hyung was beautiful. It just wasn’t a good idea to tell him unless you had a few hours to waste hearing him preen over his own looks.

Running his hands down his pants, Jin stood. “Alright, well still just leave the tray. I’ll feed her when I come back.”

The younger man stared over at the comatose woman, her white hair pressed messily against the pillows propping her up, neck and face still sporting bruises. Even after almost a week being cared for by Seokjin and their private medical team, she still looked like she’d been through hell. “I can do it.” He volunteered.

”No you don’t have...well you know what? Fine, it won’t hurt anything.” Jin was too tired to put up much fight. Even while laying around she had to be the most high-maintenance captive they had ever had. Given who she was, having her could provide valuable leverage against a government official. But she was really only good to them alive, and keeping her breathing had been a hassle when she’d shown up on their doorstep half-dead already.

Frankly, Jimin was curious. He couldn’t sate that curiosity when she was unconscious, but, he had the patience to wait. Just like that, they swapped places, Jimin finally able to set down the tray and pull the chair closer to her bedside. “You know to get one of the medics if her heart-rate changes too drastically.”

”Mhm,” he replied absently, vaguely noticing the heart-rate monitor clipped to her finger, the machine stationed on the other side of her bed, out of the way. Seokjin left just as Jimin scooped some of the mushed down fruit onto a spoon. “Hello, we haven’t been formally introduced but I’m Jimin.” Making sure her head stayed properly elevated, the young man guided the blend of strained peaches and mashed watermelon into her mouth, pleased when she swallowed easily.

“You really got the whole country’s attention, disappearing in all that chaos.” Another spoonful of fruit went down her throat. “Well, I guess it was the reward offered for you...” The room was big, furnished by the large bed she convalesced in, a vanity and nightstand set, and a bookshelf of titles only their brainiac leader had any real interest in.

There was no TV, no fine paintings on the walls like in the main foyer or the hallways of their personal quarters. Just a ridiculously expensive oriental carpet under their feet and stillness that felt suffocating after a while, which was why he was determined to fill it with one-sided conversation. “It’s lucky for us that we were the ones who found you, and lucky for you too.” Jimin began giving her the ground beef, watching her pink lips smack lightly. Considering her countenance, he giggled, “You might not think that when you wake up, but we saved your life, so you’ll owe us.”

Jimin leaned in close, brushing a bit of hair from her face. Since no one was around, and she wouldn’t object, he held a few strands between his thumb and index finger, rubbing them like he was feeling the finest quality silk.

Angora fur really was as luxuriously soft as he’d heard. It was so sought after, that it wasn’t uncommon for angora rabbits and ferret hybrids to raised for their pelts, the way their animal counterparts had been for centuries. For a while, it was even more popular to use hybrid pelts, because of rumors it was even finer quality than the average animal’s fur. As if skinning poor bunnies and ferrets and foxes who had only known life in cages wasn’t bad enough.

Laws stopping such atrocities against hybrids had gradually been put in place, but not before hundreds if not thousands had already lost their lives to that trade. And the existence of those laws didn’t stop the high demand on the black market. Just a month ago, they had conducted a sting operation to rescue hybrids kidnapped and destined for slaughter. It had been particularly satisfying not only to destroy that ring and everyone involved—viciously—but to see the final looks on their face that the creatures they exploited were the ones behind their demise.

This little ferret had probably never had to even think of that terror, her life was so far removed from the average wild hybrid’s. Jimin understood why some of the others sneered when Jin and Taehyung brought her back to base, why they watched her limp form get taken to the med bay with a mixture of scorn and pity.

As a hybrid who had also once been exploited by humans, like many in their organization, Jimin supposed he should hate her too. Maybe he resented her, just a little, for having access to such luxury without lifting a paw, but overall he was just intrigued.

The right outfit and more time to heal, she’d be pretty. In the news footage of her all dolled up and standing with the ambassador’s daughter she was beautiful. Not that Namjoon would let him play dress-up with their captive. Sighing, Jimin gave her the rest of her meal, making sure to coax some of the water he brought down her throat as well.

No sooner had he began to wonder if he should wait for Jin-hyung or take the empty tray back to the kitchen than the door swung open, the force bringing a cool breeze. Jimin felt his nose give an involuntary twitch, picking up the fact that it wasn’t Jin coming back.

”What are you doing here?” If he didn’t know the owner of that voice so well, he might have tensed, taking the iciness in the tone as a sign of potential danger. But he knew it wasn’t directed at him, not really.

“I asked Jin-hyung if I could feed the hostage.” He grinned cutely, but the intensity on Taehyung’s face didn’t change at all. One snowy, striped ear twitched, his long tail held to the side, tense. Those blue eyes were as frigid as a winter sky, and they were locked on the hybrid in the bed with startling focus. “I could ask the same thing. What are you doing here? Namjoon wants her alive for a reason, you know.”

The alert, rounded ears lowered slightly, Taehyung averting his gaze as he cracked his knuckles. ”I wasn’t going to kill her.” he grumbled.

Jimin only continued to smile, his own tail swishing gently against the soft carpet. “We both know there are a lot of ways to make a person wish they were dead that come before finishing them off.”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung came a little closer, radiating grace and power, his footsteps sure and silent. From head to toe, he was the very picture of a beautiful predator. ”I wasn’t going to touch her,” he insisted. “I was looking for Jin-hyung.”

Turning so he straddled the chair, Jimin rested his arms across the back of it and laid his chin on them. ”You just missed him, give or take twenty minutes.”

Taehyung rolled up the pressed sleeve of his semi-translucent Armani button-up, revealing a silver Rolex. “Where would he be now?” he asked himself, brow furrowed as he started to turn around.

”He’s with Namjoon-hyung,” Jimin informed him. “I don’t know what it’s about so who knows how long it’ll take. Going by the kitchen?” In the process of sitting there, talking to Taehyung, he had decided he liked the girl’s silent company, and wouldn’t mind remaining at his post until Seokjin returned.

”What do you want, a snack?” The other man snarked.

“I mean if you’re offering,” Jimin held out the tray. “But I was wondering if you could take this back with you.”

Tae shrugged, leaning over to take it from him, when his eyes locked on a point over Jimin’s shoulder. He stiffened instantly, and the smaller man almost wondered if Tae sensed a danger he couldn’t. Intimidating canines flashed as the tiger hybrid poorly suppressed a snarl. “Where...are her ears?”

Given Taehyung’s normally deep speaking voice, the growl to his words caused a shiver straight up Jimin’s slouched spine. Craning his head around to peek, he noticed for the first time that he couldn’t see the girl’s ears at all. He had assumed they were hidden, pressed against her skull and covered by hair as she slept. Curiously, he skimmed a hand against the top of her head, but all he felt were smooth tresses. Lifting away hair from her pillow revealed what he expected to find: perfectly normal, human ears.

The sight sent Taehyung reeling back. “What the hell?” he hissed. “Do we really need anymore proof she’s beyond out of touch with her inner animal?” His glare had only intensified, and if she knew how much animosity those beautifully chilly eyes were directing at her, she might have tried making herself smaller.

Feeling the tension rise considerably, Jimin tried for an easy explanation. ”Jin-hyung did pump her full of drugs that forced a shift so she’d heal better. It could just be that.”

”Yeah, and it could just be that I actually miss the circus.” The tiger was having none of it. “Even unconscious, no self-respecting hybrid would draw in their animal features unless...”

Jimin knew exactly what he was going to say. Unless they were looking for human approval. Though most humans who owned hybrids liked that they physically appeared to be a mix of man and animal, it wasn’t that long ago that hybrids were considered glorified pets. They still were for some, treated no better than the common house cat or dog, despite having total sentience much closer to humans.

Then there were people who took it a step further, and wanted no trace of hybrids in society. They regarded them as unnatural, freaks of nature. No one truly knew where they had come from generations ago, whether they were a naturally occurring link between man and beast, or, as some conspiracy theorists postulated, the product of secret bioengineering to enhance humans with animal strength that went a bit left and resulted in the first hybrids.

Some of these early experiments, the theories speculated, had revoluted against their human creators and escaped to the wild, where they formed settlements and began to reproduce, leading to “wild” hybrids who weren’t as tame as intended. Whether or not any of it held water, the fact that new hybrids were now artificially conceived in lab environments around the world was well known.

This was especially true if some wealthy socialite wanted an exotic hybrid with an animal side from some critically endangered or long extinct animal. With enough money and the right connections, one could be custom-made and ready for purchase. Over years of selectively breeding, scientists had even perfected picking and choosing the right balance of personality traits so that they wouldn’t be too hard to manage. A snow leopard who had all the exoticism of the graceful big cats in the wild, but all the docility and obedience of a hand-reared house pet.

Hybrids like he and Taehyung who had been born outside labs but still raised at least partially by humans sometimes felt imposed upon by their human-made counterparts. It was considered a sign of total submission to humans, total domestication, to pull in one’s ears and tail and whatever other features marked them as a hybrid. It was painful, but doable, though most felt there was no need to hide their authentic selves, water their appearances down to be more palatable to human eyes.

“Even worse than some pampered pet, she’s lab grown.” Taehyung backed away with a shake of his head.

“We don’t actually know that.” Jimin pointed out lazily. “Yeah it’s easier for them to do it, but technically, so could we if—”

The warning growl building in Taehyung’s throat cut him off, and Jimin sighed. “Just get that to the kitchen and then see if there are any nice treats we can share.” Making sure his ears were tucked down against his head, and his eyes were extra round, Jimin held his tail up under his chin.

“I’ll take this to the kitchen, but then I’m going to go see Gguk. I need him to try digging up whatever he can find out about her.”

There was no use trying to dissuade Taehyung once he’d made up his mind, so Jimin didn’t try. He studied her face—Gwan Jamie. The fingers of one hand suddenly curled atop the sheets before releasing, and the male noticed with anticipation that he could hear her breathing shift.

She was waking up.

🐾

There was nothing really excruciatingly painful that she had been through in life, so Jamie didn’t have much to compare it to. Once she had tried sneaking up on Byungwook, and he had neutralized her without hesitation. She had ended up flat on her back, dazedly staring up at the summer sky while his elbow dug into her windpipe and his full weight pressed on top of her. The minute he saw it was only her, he got up, checking her over and scolding her for startling him.

That was to say, that instance in which she thought she would be choked out before she could explain, was nothing in comparison to the immense ache she woke up to—everywhere. Jamie groaned, noticing her throat wasn’t quite as parched as she was expecting, but her tongue still felt like lead against the roof of her mouth. Attempting to bring a hand up to rub at her eyes revealed something on her finger. Eyes gradually widening, she followed the cord to the heart rate monitor looming across the bed. Then stared down at the downy, unfamiliar sheets, wiggling her toes underneath them. At least she still had those.

Nose twitching, her instincts finally made her aware of the presence oh so close, staring oh so hard. A gasp turned into a half-growl of warning when she noticed the man, no, hybrid at her bedside. His tall, feline ears stood high, his shining cinnamon brown eyes—rimmed in kohl that she couldn’t decipher if it was mascara or not—full of interest and focus, the way only a cat could be. His tail swung from behind him, landing in his lap as he leaned in.

“Who…are you?” She asked, hesitantly. She was definitely not in the manor from what she could tell, but she was also pretty sure this was no hospital. Not even the private ones looked like this. The stranger gave her a small, lopsided grin that revealed a hint of fangs, though he didn’t appear to be trying to intimidate her.

Jamie sucked in a breath, glancing away. Truth be told, he was ethereal. Definitely a hybrid, but with such sweet, angelic features. Humans had cosmetic procedures done to get lips so pretty and full, but it wouldn’t surprise her in the least to learn his were natural. His cheeks were round, squishy.

With the right expression, he would be downright boyish looking, but this was an adult hybrid, someone her age at the least. As he cocked his head, studying her in return, one of his ears moved parallel, and she noticed the jewelry dangling from it. A silver key. A small set of diamond studs rested above that.

Actually, after spending almost her whole life with Ae-Ri, around money, Jamie was sure this hybrid had it. The semi-translucent cotton shirt he wore was Gucci. She didn’t need to see the silver insignia on the collar to recognize the brand. The sleek black suspenders across his slim shoulders were too. His light brown hair looked like it had once been gelled but had started to come loose, falling into his inquisitive gaze.

Jamie had been around attractive hybrids and their attractive owners at many a social function with the Gwans, but she was still getting a little mesmerized. This cat had a disarmingly pretty face, but instincts told her not to consider letting her guard down just yet. He was dressed well enough to be the young CEO of some up-and-coming company. Pretty enough to be plastered on adverts around Seoul modeling the latest trends in high-fashion for hybrids. That combination alone made her wary. It always did.

“Jimin.” he replied, even his voice mellifluous to the ear. “You’re Gwan Jamie, right?”

Slowly, she nodded, her mind still very foggy. She was…in a bed, her body painful, and covered in bandages. What happened? There was a considerable gap in her memory between Ae-Ri leaving for her date that night and how she’d ended up in some unfamiliar house in a roughed up state.

“Hyung’s been watching over you for days, and the first day I come in, you woke up.” The thought seemed to greatly please Jimin, his milky brown eyes disappearing into the crescents of his soft cheeks.

“Stop acting so friendly with her. Now that she’s awake, we need to tell Namjoon so the interrogation can start.”

Somehow, she had completely missed the presence of the second man, until that dark voice spoke up from the shadows. A shaky hand came up to check the side of her neck, where her pulse had started to quicken. Jimin was some kind of cat, and probably at the least an exotic species, by the looks of his ears and tail, but despite him falling on the side of predator, and in spite of Jamie knowing she had to be cautious, he didn’t invoke the same involuntary spike of fear that this second hybrid did.

The low, solitary swish of his long tail and the ears cocked back on his head made his species a dead giveaway. Jamie had never met a real bengal tiger. They were coveted, but didn’t do well in captivity. Most owners found themselves very much in over their heads by the time the hybrid reached maturity. Even when they were raised by humans as cubs, there was no guarantee they would remain docile and obedient.

The best place to procure one was from a state-of-the-art lab, and because they were endangered, it was hard to do that. Something told her he was not from a lab, and he would not hesitate to go for her jugular. The way he stared at her, as if she only existed because he allowed it…instilled a coldness Jamie had never known.

Straightening her spine, despite the pain it caused, she valiantly tried to curb any sign of her mounting anxiety. The last thing she wanted was to release a puff of pheromones and let them know how unsettled she was. She was a predator too, damn it. Granted angora ferrets were more inclined to hunt lizards, small birds, rodents and other little mammals. Maybe the odd, non-venomous snake in the wild, if they could dig one up.

They were no match in any form for bigger predators with powerful paws and superior bite strengths. “Interrogation?” She repeated, not able to meet his blue eyes when he glared. Unlike with Jimin, she held no doubts that the kohl around his eyes was natural. “I just woke up here, bandaged and confused, and I need to be interrogated?”

”She’s got a point, Tae.” Jimin said evenly. “I don’t think she’s ready. Just go tell Namjoon. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Tae did not take his eyes off her for an uncomfortably long period of time. It felt like the skin of her face would melt off the bone before he decided to stop.

Finally, with a grumble too low for her to make out, Tae made his exit, and Jamie was able to breathe at last. She hated that he exhibited the same lethal grace leaving as he had just standing there.

“Your friend seems very hospitable.” The words were out before she could nip them down. Ae-Ri’s feistiness had rubbed off somewhere along the line. Jimin luckily did not seem offended, only grinning a bit.

”Tae’s got history with humans, and you were raised by them. It’ll take him a while to get use to you.”

“That sounds like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other,” Jamie mumbled.

Jimin nodded. “I don’t think you’re really healed yet. You were out for almost a week.”

”Almost a week?” Her heart skipped a beat, the room suddenly tilting. “W-Wait, what about Ae-Ri? She’s my…my owner.” Stopping, the ferret tried to determine if she should say more. She hadn’t been kept out of the public spotlight, so if someone had seen Ae-Ri on TV at some point they had probably seen her.

For that reason, she shared a bodyguard detail with her owner. It would be problematic if either of them got taken hostage. She was as much a part of Ambassador Gwan’s family as his own daughter. That’s how it had always been. She ate dinner with them, went on vacations with them. As a kit, when she and Ae-Ri were both small and Ae-Ri got fussy around bedtime, Jamie had spent many nights curled up by her head as a ferret, right there on her pillow.

Jimin blinked. “We just met, and you’re already thinking of leaving?” The question didn’t even register. Jamie was cycling through the mess of thoughts in her head.

Everyone knew Ae-Ri as the independent young socialite who would speak diplomatically about women’s rights at the UN and then be spotted out sassing paparazzi that asked invasive questions. Jamie had been with her on many such occasions. Usually in human form, right at her side, but occasionally riding along in a bag, poking her snout out on occasion.

Jimin’s own features shifted, becoming more serious. Where before his smile had been open, his eyes curious, he regarded her with as much calculation as she was giving him. Crossing his legs at the knee, Jamie caught sight of his wingtip loafers. One of the things Ae-Ri had always told her was, a person’s fashion sense said a lot. Not just about their personality, or that they liked the color pink.

There were codes hidden in a smart business look the average person might miss in favor of gawking at the expensive clothes. One such “code” was that a man in Italian leather shoes was not to be trusted. Great. He was definitely more than a pretty face, and given the company he kept—“Tae”—that probably spelled danger.

It was a ridiculous leap to make, under normal circumstances, but given the unknowns of how she had ended up in this room with him clearly recovering from extensive injury, how Tae had a problem with humans and by extension hybrids who interacted with them, and the fact that Jimin’s footwear was suspicious, according to Ae-Ri’s codes, there was only one conclusion.

”Y-You’re mafia, aren’t you?”

[crackerjackmercenary]

Prologue: She’ll Pay

Series (AU) | Book: Obsession | N/A Genre: Murder Mystery x Stalker AU Pairing: Reader x Jungkook with mentions of Jin.  Chapter: Prologue Chapter Summary: Everything has an origin.  Word Count: 1769 Warnings: Mentions of murder, cheating, some suspense. Rating for this Chapter: PG13 ━────────────────────────────━ You try to comfort yourself as you sniffled the last of your tears away. You had just broken up with your boyfriend after 2 years. The reason was stupid but you didn’t want to think about him right now, you decided to turn on the TV to get your mind off things. Switching through the channels, you stop on the news as you hear your phone ring. The news is talking about the weather tomorrow.

[From Jin 11: 05 pm] >I am sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. She kissed me. I didn’t kiss back. I hope you are okay.

You shuffled and tried to not picture the memory you have of a girl kissing him standing in the back porch at the party. You cried on your way out as you hurried past the crowd of people around you. Your eyes swelled up again and then a tear came out, you wept silently and within a second of feeling angry, you started typing.

[To Jin 11:06 pm] >Have fun with your new girlfriend. Goodnight.

You hit send with a sort of anger as you threw your phone on the table with a thud. Then focused back onto what was on the TV, the local news just starting from a commercial.

“As we get into the local news we have some disturbing breaking news that a young woman, Nadine Smith was found dead earlier today in the Fangoria Forest. She was found strangled, there has been suspected foul play as the police department will continue to investigate closely.”  The sequence continues on as it shows a picture of Nadine’s graduation picture then goes to the chief of the police department.

“We will be investigating this case very closely. As her death is a suspected foul play, we will announce an immediate curfew for all citizens. If you are out in the streets past 10 pm, you must have a good and valid reason. There’s a mandatory curfew for all those under the age of 18 until further notice. That is all. You girls and women should take considerable caution after dark until the perpetrator is caught and brought back to the authorities. Please alert authorities if you see any suspicious activity. Thank you.” The chief stated shuffling his papers and then standing off the podium. You shook your head at the thought of someone you knew being murdered. You fell into a train of thought about it, how she would run by herself early mornings.

A sudden buzz from your phone made your heart jump as you stared at it. Your heartbeat was so loud that you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You shake a little bit, shaking your head picking it up. You go to the window and door to lock it, your parents were out for the weekend and hearing that news seemed to make you a little scared. You take a look out the window and look around as you head on back to the living room, standing at the doorway, now reading the text.

[From Jungkook: 11:10 pm] >Hey! Y/N! Did you see what was on the news? Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?

You smiled at his concern. He was your next door neighbour and childhood friend growing up. He was very young compared to you. But then you come to the realization that he knew you had just got home and was watching tv. You frown at the thought of him spying on you.

[To Jungkook: 11:10pm] >How do you know I was home?

[From Jungkook: 11:10 pm] >I saw a taxi pulled up in the driveway and checked it out since no one is supposed to be at your house besides you. You said you were at a party. I saw it was you coming out of the taxi… You were crying when you came out. Are you alright? What’s wrong?

[To Jungkook: 11:10pm] >Oh… thanks for housesitting while I was out. I am just being hormonal is all. My period came early and that’s why I had to leave the party. What was on the news?

[From Jungkook: 11:10 pm] >No problem, can’t be too careful about break-ins and stuff. Also, that really sucks. Do you want me to bring over some snacks?

You had to think of why Jungkook thought you were watching the news.

[To Jungkook: 11:10pm]

>Thanks for being sympathetic about periods, most boys get grossed out. Also no, I just watched the news. How did you know I was watching the news by the way? Were you watching me you creep. LOL

[From Jungkook 11:10 pm]

>1/2 My mom taught me to be sympathetic towards the women in my life and said that someday I’ll fall in love with a woman who will do the same. She taught me that it was a thing to not be grossed out by. I didn’t know you were watching the news, I only watched you get into the house and saw the TV light flicker.

>2/2 I was watching the news just now. Nadine Smith has been murdered! She was strangled to death, and police think is a murderer. Since you’re alone I wanted to check up on you if you wanted me to come over. By the way, you never answered about the crying… are you okay? What were you crying about?

[To Jungkook: 11:10pm] >I was crying because I just broke up with Jin. Long story. Don’t want to talk about it. I was watching the news actually. I know, I saw and heard. I just locked the doors right now, but I think I would feel better if you come over or maybe I should come over there instead?

[From Jungkook 11:10 pm] >Oh… what did that jerk do?! Okay, I’ll ask my dad to come to pick you up. My mom is worried about you being alone. She was the one that told me to text you to see if you were okay. She was going to pick you up after the party but I told her you were home. She told me to text you and tell you about the news and said to offer me to go over there or you here for the weekend.

[To Jungkook: 11:10pm] >I told you, I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll pack my things right now for the rest of the weekend and lock up. I’ll be waiting for him and you. See you soon!

You put your bag down next to Jungkooks bunk bed. You’ve done this many times before over the years. Your parents trusted you both enough to sleep in the same room. You saw each other more as siblings and with the age difference reinforcing that. He was 5 years younger than you, he wasn’t even in high school yet. He climbed up on the top bunk as you got in the bottom. You both laid in the darkness in the silence. You felt your phone buzz you picked it up and smiled.

[From Jungkook: 11:30 pm] >I hope you are okay and feeling better, look under your pillow.

You shuffled and reached under your pillow, it was sour cherry candies. Your favourite candy you always craved when on your period. You smiled again opening it and taking some into your mouth. You felt a little calm down and sleepy.

[To Jungkook: 11:31 pm] >Thanks. :) I am feeling better already.

You both laid in silence again, not saying a word. His parents were light sleepers and already in bed now. You took a deep sigh and relaxed feeling relief as you did. You went on to Tumblr to look through fanfics that you liked to read before bed. Something fluffy and cheesy in hopes to make you feel happier before bed. You found an interesting one and began reading. A few minutes passed by before you saw another text from Jungkook.

[From Jungkook: 11:45 pm] >What happened with you and Jin? Why were you crying, I know you never cry even when on your period Y/N. You’re not an emotional crier.

[To Jungkook: 11:45 pm] >1/2 I told you, long story. But if you want to know. I went to the bathroom because well you know. I was going in there to find girly stuff and I did. I was getting ready to go home and then when I went to find Jin.

>2/2 He was out in the back porch with Jordanna, they were kissing. He pleaded to me they were just friends this entire time. He told me that she kissed him and he didn’t kiss her. He’s been lying to me! I don’t know how long they’ve been doing this. It kills me inside knowing how my trust was betrayed.

A few minutes went by, as you continued with the fanfic trying not to think about Jin right now. You felt upset again as your stomach turned and your heartbeat from anger. You sniffled a bit and then saw Jungkook come down. He pulled his pillow and blanket off and laid on the floor beside you without saying a word he went back to his phone laying on his back.

[From Jungkook: 11:56 pm] >I am sorry to hear Y/N. Please know I am always here for you if you need it. Jin was a loser anyways. We’ll play videogames all day tomorrow and eat junk food okay? I always got your back. I’ll keep you safe from anything. Heartbreak, boys, sadness. I’ll keep you safe and happy.

You smiled at his response.

[To Jungkook: 11:56 pm] >Deal.

You turned over to see that Jungkook put his phone down and laid motionless on the floor beside you. You went back to your reading and then went to sleep for the night. ━────────────────────────────━ You spent the weekend there keeping yourself busy, ignoring texts from Jin, you spent the Monday going about your classes ignoring his advances at every turn. You came home after school, your family still not back yet. You laughed as you walked to your porch on the phone with Jungkook. You saw a package sitting on your doorstep you pick it up looking at the sender and receiver. It’s to you with no return address, you open it up. When you take the contents outside you gasp and drop the package. It was a picture of Jin and Jordanna kissing, with “She’ll pay” on the back.

[greystarseokjin]

so soft so cute.

A lazy evening - Poly!BTS

After a long tiring day all you wanted to do was come home and be cuddled by your seven boyfriends.

Requested anonymous: Slfjejsbs if you’re talking requests I’d love a sleepy reader x ot7 and just cute sleepy, cuddly reader fluff thx bbys:):):):):)

a/n: Thank you for your request. I really enjoyed writing it and got carried away so it turned out quiet long. I still hope you enjoy it. :D - Admin Sibi 

Wordcount: 1.9k 

Pairing: Reader x OT7

Today was a day that never wanted to end. You sighed sitting down on a free seat on the bus taking you home. You hoped your boyfriends were home already waiting for you ready to cuddle you. Your tired body needed cuddles today you were sure of that.

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House of Cards: Sacrificial Lamb 3

{Chapter Three}

Rated M Pairing: ReaderxOT7 Genre: Horror? Angst? Vampire/Demon AU a/n: I’m still trying to figure out how to do this bit lol. I’m open to any pointers on how to improve the appearance of my blog and posts. o-o

You didn't know how long you spent curled in a ball, willing yourself to wake up. But you didn't want to stand idly by while waiting for these.. these monsters to come looking for you, either.

Sliding out of bed, you quickly went to the door to check it, finding it unlocked. Which is odd considering you were a prisoner..

Back tracking, you slowly approached the floor length mirror across the room, taking in the damage. Even though you were bandaged up, it was plain as day where you were wounded, as blood seeped through the cotton patches and wraps.

Gingerly touching the two on your neck, you took in the rest of your wan, pale appearance.

Wasn't someone helping me before?

As you thought back on it, there was a person taking care of you while you were coming to. Would they help? It's possible they aren't like the ones who attacked you. After all, what killer would give you tea? Maybe they would help you escape..

Swallowing down your hopes before they get too high, you explored the room. At first, you assumed it was themed specifically in an older style, but now you could see that it was almost like a collection of things from several time periods and cultures. Chinese fine china displayed next to a Walkman. A french vase filled with coins from all times and all countries by the look of it. Rapper bling necklaces wrapped around the artworks neck.

Raising a brow, you couldn't help but notice the 1950's pin-up calendar with scantily clad women, and the modern playboy one right next to it, hung up above a beautiful statuette of a Grecian woman.

“I'm sorely judging whoever’s room this is..” You grumbled.

You turned to take in the rest of the room, but instead of the weird collection aesthetic you were expecting, all you found were books and the bed. What must have been hundreds of books. Put away on shelves, all stacked on one-another. New ones and old ones alike. Some scrolls and some parchments.

Ok.. So the pervert likes reading.

You spot your dress and jacket you were wearing before, resting on one pile of books. The jacket was a goner for sure. Stiff and completely saturated with blood. But the dress was still mostly clean aside from the dirt and smell of alcohol from when you must have spilled on yourself.

Quickly sliding it on, you had to laugh to yourself. They even grabbed your heels that you thought you left behind.

Yeah, fuck that. You weren't about to try and sneak out and run for it in those things again.

Padding to the door, you softly pushed the handle until you heard the faintest click. After a brief silent moment, you peaked your head out, scanning the area.

It seemed like an ordinary house except.. More weirdly random decorations. As you made your way down the hall, you even spotted a pinball machine in another room. Next to work out equipment.

The house was dead silent, however. Giving no hint whether anyone was home. All that could be heard was your uneven breathing and the slight creak of a floorboard every now and then.

Taking the steps two at a time, you went downstairs and turned a corner, finding yourself  the kitchen, which you assumed was where they.. Where they fed from you.. Shuddering and feeling nauseated, you unconsciously scratched at your neck, continuing through the silent expanse.

You were just beginning to think you were home free once the front door was in view, but then you spotted a figure sitting in a chair just off to the side of the door. As if they were waiting for you to make a run for it. He just blinked, unsurprised.

“I was just-”

“So you are that stupid.” He simply stated. Entirely deadpan.

All you could do was gape your mouth like a fish before he was already in your face. Intense silver eyes staring a hole right through you.

“Where exactly did you think you could run to? From us?” The black haired male mocked. Clearly thinking little of you. Backing up against the door, you eyed him wearily, watching as he stuck his tongue into his cheek, annoyance clear in his piercing eyes.

His skin was soft perfection like the others, looking more like a painting than a person. His exotically almond eyes aglow with their silver coloring. Black hair standing out against the white. He was startlingly beautiful.

Like a black widow.

Reaching for the handle behind your back, you managed to slip out just as he reached for you, his fingertips brushing against your back.

In your head, you imagined a grand escape, running like a rabbit away from wolves. However, the reality was much different. More pitiful.

The bite on your thigh stung as your muscles worked, attempting to run down the porch and the stone paths, but more like hobbling. The getaway being made only more difficult once you ditched the path, running over rocks, pine needles and sticks with your bare feet.

You could just cry in frustration.

When you heard him approaching from behind, you began screaming, trying to call for help even though you couldn't see any other buildings in sight. Only forest and the lake.

“Shut it!” He snapped, just before you were bulldozed to the ground, a much larger body over yours, pinning you down, then picking you up off the dirt despite your thrashing, kicking and screaming.

“I got her, Yoongi.” The new stranger bit out as he tried to subdue you, carrying you back to the cabin they were holding you in.

“Oh, yeah. Looks like you have a real handle on it.” The shorter one with black hair, Yoongi, commented with sarcasm dripping from his tongue. But not arguing further, he walked ahead of the one carrying you, hands in pockets.

“Let me go!” You screeched, clawing his brawny arms.

“You should be grateful I caught you instead of Yoongi, you know. He wouldn't have held back.” He grunted, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, giving you the perfect opportunity to jab him in the ribs with your knees, earning a resound swat on your ass from his gigantic hand.

Yelping, you stilled. The stinging making you freeze up until you were inside, being thrown down on the floor of the living room with a loud -oof-

The one standing over you brushed his fingers through his soft brown hair while glaring down at you. His towering muscular figure intimidating you to the spot. He was young, but with masculine features. Looking like a jock or Calvin Klein model as he clenched his teeth, his cheek and jaw muscles flexing under the soft flesh.

“So you managed to catch the fish, hm?” Another gigantic male questioned, entering the room. This one, also with black hair, was more matured, his fair-skinned face statuesque.

What's with all of them looking like masterpieces? Why can't they be as hideous as they act! You briefly thought to yourself, looking between the two would-be models with disdain.

The taller, older male kneeled beside you, making you flinch as he reached for you. “Shh little one.” He murmured, plucking a stick from your hair. “Y/n, was it? I'm Jin.” He then gestured to the muscular one. “This is Jungkook.” When you didn't respond, the muscular one, Jungkook, huffed.

“We should get her back to Namjoon's room before the others see her out here.”

“You're right.” The one named Jin nodded in agreement before standing, then looked about for the 'others' they were so concerned about.

Jungkook held out his hand, clicking his tongue when you didn't take it. “Come with me, or you get fed to my friends.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

Taking the offered hand, he had to pull you up himself because you were too weak, then you limped after him, anger seeping through your bones and frustrated tears forming in your eyes.

You were so close.

Or was I? Did the attempt even matter? Would I have been caught, even at my best? But you knew the answer. You remembered how the blonde angel toyed with you in the park. How he could be all around you all at once with no effort. Any normal escape attempt would just end up the same way. With you getting grabbed when they wanted to grab you.

Once you were back in that initial room, the brunette left you with a nod, locking the door behind him. As you heard the click of the lock trigger, you slid down the door, tears falling from your eyes.

You were tired and sore and bloodied with disappointment and fear wracking through you. All you wanted was to go home to your friend's house and put on your sweats, eat all the ice cream you could handle, and go back to when your ex was your only nightmare. Now, you were living in a real one.

You weren't sure how long you had been crying, but you must have passed out because you were jarred awake by the door suddenly pushing you over.

“What the-? I give you my bed for a day and sleep in the study on the sofa, and you just sleep on the floor? Seriously?” Namjoon complained, shaking his head before pulling you up to your feet.

Before you could mumble a reply, he began pulling you out of the room. “Let's go meet the boys.” He announced, dragging you, sputtering and pulling, all the way through the house to the living room, where he practically threw you to the floor.

As many times as you've been thrown at it, they might as well get this over with and make you a rug..

The one named Jin entered the room after you, a steaming bowl in his hands, carefully setting it on the coffee table. “Really, Namjoon..” He admonished silently, helping you sit up and ushered you to the bowl of what looked like, chicken and rice soup.

Glancing around the room, various familiar faces were scattered about. You felt like a fly caught in a web as all predatory eyes watched you curiously. Namjoon took a seat in the living-chair behind you, making the nerves on the back of your neck tingle.

“Since she'll be here with us for a while.. Assuming you don't kill her too quickly.” He paused, as if pointing stares. “We might as well get to know each other a little better.”

Jin nodded at you in greeting, a friendly smile on his face. “You know me and Jungkook already.” He gestured to the brunette who was sitting on the love seat, legs strewn over the blonde angel, playing on some portable game.

“We've met, but my name's Jimin, beautiful.” The blonde winked, leaning over the younger male's legs to send you a flirtatious smirk.

“Call me Suga.” The one they were calling 'Yoongi' muttered, half interested from another living-chair across the room.

Then, with a bright smile, the one who made your skin crawl slowly approached, squatting beside you, peering at your cringing face. “We met too, remember? Name's Hoseok.” He licked the corner of his lips as his sunshine smile faltered to a more sinister smirk, brushing his finger to his lips thoughtfully as his eyes landed on your lips.

“Then there's V, upstairs. He doesn't come out much.” Namjoon commented from behind.

When you didn't say anything, the silver fox's booted-foot landed squarely on your upper back, nudging you. “What do you say?”

Well, if you were going to die eventually..

Defiantly, you raised chin high and glared at each individual who was placed casually throughout the room.

“Nice to fucking meet you.” You hissed.

[crackerjackmercenary]

Series List

ReaderxOT7 Bugjjog Bay ━────────────────────────────━ ReaderxNamjoon Darkside  ━────────────────────────────━ ReaderxJin I Caught Myself ━────────────────────────────━ ReaderxYoongi Done All Wrong  ━────────────────────────────━ ReaderxHoseok Decode  ━────────────────────────────━ ReaderxJimin Northern Lights ━────────────────────────────━ ReaderxTaehyung Shooting The Moon ━────────────────────────────━ ReaderxJungkook Meet Me On The Equinox ━────────────────────────────━