#red hair yoongi save mee

[homoerotikos]

[together] lesbians! feminism! yoongi! *.★.°

[honeymoonjin]

Chapter Five

Summary: When you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. But after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. In the late 18th Century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. Will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind?

A/N: did MC really think it was going to be that easy? her job isn’t over yet... Also, this chapter we meet Taehyung! You guys are gonna love him, Sov!Tae is my favorite Tae yet xx

When you awake, it’s the middle of the night. You can feel the warmth and pressure of Jimin lying beside you, snoring away quietly. You sit up, deftly detaching your limbs from his, and squint as you look for the red bars of the alarm clock somewhere in the darkness.

When you find it around where Jimin’s bedside table is, your eyes widen. Instead of numbers for the time, your name is spelt out in boxy lines, glowing ominously red in the night. You rub your eyes and look again, but it says the same.

“Y/n.” You jump, and whirl around, looking to the other side of the room. There’s a small light, a flame flickering. What’s odd is that rather than it coming from a lamp or a match, it licks at the tips of somebody’s hand. A hand covered in familiar rings of bone and wood.

“Yoongi?” you whisper incredulously. “How did you get to the future?”

He scoffs, the sound awfully loud in the oppressive silence of Jimin’s bedroom. “I’m not in the future, you fool. You’re dreaming.”

You gape at him, or rather, where you imagine his face to be. “You can enter people’s dreams? I’m not even in the same time as you!”

The flame moves closer to him and grows in size, lighting up the corner of the room he stands in. His face glows orange in front of the flame just like it did when you first met him. A reflective glare dances across his eyes as he stares down at you with a placid smile. “You really shouldn’t drink whatever someone gives you, Y/n. Who knows what I could’ve put in it?”

“Hey!” you hiss, still wary of waking Jimin up, even if this Jimin is a figment of your imagination. “That’s not fair! Get out of my dream, loser!”

He sighs and sits down on the side of the bed, pinning your legs down as he does. “Y/n, His Royal Highness was not happy when he sent one of his men to my house to collect you and you weren’t there. I had to tell him you were feeling indisposed. I do hate having to lie to authority, Y/n, and next time I won’t be so considerate. Like it or not, you now have obligations and responsibility in my time, and I expect you to honor them.”

You huff and wriggle your legs underneath his ass in complaint. “You said I had to save the King from dying today, and I did. As far as I’m concerned, I’m done with that place. I don’t want to fuck things up. What if I accidentally say or do the wrong thing and I return to 2019 and everything’s on fire? Besides, I have a life here, you know?”

He sighs again, slow and dramatic, and leans closer to you, near enough that the flame in his hand begins to warm the skin of your face. “You didn’t save him. Well, not completely. He’s sick, Y/n. The wound is leaking some strange yellow fluid and he’s been running a fever for hours now.”

You groan, flopping back against the pillows. “The wound got infected? Didn’t I tell that doctor dude to disinfect it? He should’ve let me stay.”

“Seokjin doesn’t know what to do,” Yoongi explains, “he washed the wound with water and wrapped it, but still it isn’t healing. We need you to come back and fix this.”

You rub your eyes, and glance down at Jimin’s sleeping form. He’s wrapped himself back around you, clutching at the fabric of your pajama top. “Fine, let’s go. I’ll write Jimin a note. If my boyfriend gets sick of me and we break up, it’s your fault!”

He tuts at you. “Y/n, this is a dream. You can’t go anywhere. When you wake up, return to us hastily. I’ll take you back to the palace; King Jeon is already bedridden.”

You bite your lip and nod. “Can I…bring stuff through? If I’m going to do this right, I’ll need proper medication. I can put it in a glass container so that it doesn’t look like it’s from the future.”

“Of course, you can take stuff through the passage. If you couldn’t, you would’ve arrived naked, no?”

“Touché. Okay, go away, I’m going back to sleep. And stay out of my dreams!”

Yoongi sighs once more, but once the flame in his hands is extinguished, the pressure on your legs disappears and you feel yourself becoming drowsy rapidly, falling back into unconsciousness.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You sigh in relief when you hear Namjoon’s voice on the other end of the line. “Thank god you picked up, I have another research emergency.” You listen to his hearty chuckle, completely confounded as to how he can be so awake at barely five a.m. You swear that guy never sleeps. “I was going to come down there, but I’m a little pressed for time and I was hoping you’d know. King Jeon, 1743. Does he still die that year?”

“What do you mean, still? I told you the other day; King Jeon dies of a fatal infection. Did you forget already?”

You pause, half-dressed as you quietly hop around Jimin’s room, not wanting to wake him. “What? You told me he was stabbed and bled to death.”

Namjoon sniggers. “Oh my god, scatterbrain, you seriously did forget? No, he got stabbed in his royal court, but the wound developed an infection, I’m almost certain.”

You sigh, fumbling one-handed with your jeans zip. “Could you maybe check for me?”

Namjoon clicks his tongue. “Your lack of faith is hurtful, Y/n. Give me two minutes, tops.” The noise on the other end drops out, and you take the chance to track down some notepad paper on Jimin’s desk and write him an apology note. Fuck King Jeon and his fickle mortality, at this rate your boyfriend would get sick of your excuses by the month’s end. You slip out the door and down the hallway. Hopefully this time would be the last time. “Y/n, you there? Good, okay, I was right. There’s an old scrap of a newspaper here; says that he met with a witch and a shaman and died of a wound infection within a day or so. The village people got furious and beheaded the shaman. Couldn’t find the witch, though. That’s random; I don’t remember reading about that part. Interesting stuff, huh? People sure were barbarians back in those days.”

You quickly say your thanks and goodbyes and hang up, not wanting Namjoon to hear the thick wobble in your voice. If you don’t go back, not only will the king die, but Yoongi too. Somehow, you had only made things worse.

Yoongi isn’t waiting for you this time when you slip out of the passage and into the eighteenth century, and a flash of panic grasps you when you see the empty room. Were you too late? But no, the front door opens, and a hooded figure steps in. “Yoongi, thank god, we need to-”

You break off in shock when the man you thought was Yoongi slips off his coat. It’s clearly not, judging by the mop of fluffy brown hair, rather than Yoongi’s sleek silver. He turns around after hanging his coat on a rack behind the door and smiles at you warmly. “Y/n, right? No need to freak out, Yoongi’s just down at the market.”

You nod distractedly. “Sorry, who are you?”

“Oh! Forgive my rudeness, I’m Yoongi’s assistant. Apprentice,” he corrects hastily. “Kim Taehyung, at your service.”

You take a seat on one of the wooden chairs at the main table as he introduces himself. “Well, Taehyung, it’s nice to mee-”

“You’re from the future, right?” he interrupts excitably. “Yoongi told me not to tell anyone, don’t worry! What’s the future like?”

You bite your lip. “I don’t know if I should say…”

He pouts and sits across from you in a dramatic slump. “Come on,” he whines, “I said I wouldn’t tell anyone! I know, I’ll guess something, and you just have to say if I’m right or wrong, okay?”

You laugh at his eagerness. “Just until Yoongi gets back, yeah? We’ve got some important business to deal with.”

“Flying horses!” he blurts out. “Or flying carriages and wagons! So that we can cross rough terrain and travel faster.”

“I’m sorry, we don’t have those,” you say softly. Bringing up airplanes might be a little much, so you stay quiet and wait for the next thing.

He frowns and rubs at his nose. “Damn it, that would’ve been so cool. Uh, in the future you’ve trained animals to do jobs around the house so that you don’t need a servant!”

You laugh. “No, although you can teach dogs to sit and shake hands.”

Taehyung huffs, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. “Anyone can do that,” he moans in disappointment, “my dog can do that. Man, the future isn’t that cool, huh? What have you guys done?”

You shake your head. “That’s not part of the- Oh, Yoongi, you’re back!” You break off and rush up to him the moment the door opens.

He blinks at you in shock, pausing in removing his coat and choosing to leave it on. “Y/n, you came back?”

Your eyes widen. “Of course, I came back! Look, Yoongi, if we don’t go to the palace right now and save King Jeon, they’ll blame us. The villagers. I don’t know how much I should say, but-”

He gives you an understanding smile. “I can guess. Okay, then, get chang- Oh, you ruined your clothes. I didn’t get you a new dress, I apologise.” He bites his lip. “You can’t go outside in that.”

Taehyung pipes up, taking down his brown coat and slipping it back on. “She could wear some of your clothes, Master? Just this once, and her and I can go down to the market once the King is saved.”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose. “That’s fine, but for the last time, Taehyung, don’t call me Master. What do I always tell you? Loyalty is-”

“Loyalty is in actions, not words,” Taehyung recites monotonously. “I get it, I get it. Alright, Y/n, I’ll grab you some of Yoongi’s clothes quickly. I’d offer you mine, but they’d be way too big.”

After getting changed into some slightly roomy leather pants and a burgundy tunic, listening to Taehyung chatter away behind the tapestry all the while, the three of you set out. The air is crisp and the grass is dewy beneath the worn boots Yoongi leant you. Unlike the other day, when Taehyung was sent out in advance to notify the royal court, apparently Yoongi was unsure you’d even show up. Nevertheless, he said he had visited King Jeon late last night and the young man was awaiting your return anxiously. In fact, the doctor you had met only briefly was waiting outside the front of the palace when you arrived, and you spoke with him as he led you deep in the palace to the King’s private quarters.

“So, all you did was wash and dress the wound?” you question, trailing behind Yoongi as Taehyung brought up the rear.

The man, clad in a balloon-sleeved blouse and tight brown pants, nods dutifully. “Correct.”

“Where did the water come from?”

He shrugs. “All the water in our village comes from either the well or from melted snow in winter.”

You bite your lip, beginning to realize what’s happened. “Please tell me you at least boil the water before applying it to somebody’s open wound.”

The shaman quickly glances behind you in shock and the healer scoffs. “We would burn the skin if we washed the wound with boiling water! Surely that is not what they teach you in Mirefeld!”

You shake your head in disbelief as he leads the party to a stop outside a heavy wooden door. “You don’t apply it while it’s still hot! You boil the water to make sure…” you break off and bite your lip, looking at Yoongi in consideration. You couldn’t exactly start talking about killing off bacteria and sterilizing water. “To make sure all bad spirits are gone. Spirits can’t stand the heat, so when you boil the water they disappear. You let it cool, and then use that purified water to wash wounds, and to drink.”

Surprisingly, the healer doesn’t balk at your explanation but nods thoughtfully. “So, King Jeon has become taken over by a bad spirit that was lurking in the water we used to wash him?”

Your med-student heart dies a little. “Yes, that’s right. Don’t worry, I know how to remove the spirit. I can teach you, so that this doesn’t happen again.”

He smiles gratefully at you and bows. “That would be much appreciated, my lady. Let’s go in now.”

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[kmelanin]

Prince J/five

A/n~ Hi hiii!! here is the next update!! Ive decided to make this a little longer. So let me know how you like this update!! Enjoy!

Over the next few days, you didn't see Jeongguk as much as you thought you would. Instead you had to prepare for the reveal. You got your fittings done, and then you got your hair pressed and braided up. You've also had to get deep facial cleanses and everything else involved with that. You never knew that things you thought would be fun and exciting was actually tiring.

Ji-Mee told you earlier that one of the main reasons for not seeing Jeongguk, was to practice for the wedding, which was next weekend. You knew that all of this wouldn't hit you until the day of the wedding. Right now, you were nervous about everyone seeing you. But you just keep telling yourself to not care. You remember the words Jeongguk said to you after the photoshoot.

“Remember, that this is your life now. You are one of the top people in hundred of thousands of people. Don't let their judgemental eyes make you feel insecure. You are the future Queen Yn. This is the first of your many very special days. Don't let the town's people bring you down. If they do, I’ll be there to bring you back up.  

There was a knock on the door and you get up and answer. When you opened it, you almost cried. There stood Yoongi in a all black suit. He had a cord going up behind his neck. His hair was black and perfectly placed.

“Hello Miss.” He bows down almost 90 degrees.

“Yoongi, you don't have to do that.” you frown a little.

“Actually, I do have to.” he smiles softly. God you missed him so much.

“Right.”

“I'm here to take you to the Royal Jewel Room.”

“A Royal Jewel Room??” You were surprised at his words, but you knew you shouldn’t be.

“Yes, in there are the top pieces of Jewelry. You will be able to pick the pieces you want to wear today.”

The door to the Jewel Room, was guarded by guards daily. Plus there was three very difficult locks on it. When the guards seen you both come, they quickly unlock it, just in time. As soon as you near the door they were already holding it open. When you walked in, it looked like a jewelry store.

You were beyond surprised at how much was in here. You recognized some of the pieces from past princesses and queens. You had some picture in your cabin from your mother and grandmother times as well.

You kept your dress in your mind as you look for jewelry to wear with it. You honestly had no idea of what you wanted to wear. You turned back to Yoongi.

“You know the dress right? What should I wear?” You whisper looking right into his eyes. The dress was made for this specific event. You of course had some say. It was maroon, which stood out really pretty against your skin. The sleeve were loose around your wrists and they fell longer matching the end of your dress that fell loosely around your feet and on the floor. It was made to fall long even if you had heels on. You chose not too, because no one was going to see them anyways.

Yoongi nods looking away from you and around at the jewelry. He walks over towards the back and opens a drawer. He pulls out a large box and sets it on a empty glass table. It was a dark matte box and it looked too expensive to touch. Your heart was beating really fast as you watched him pull some gloves out of a pack that was on the table before. He put them on and then you watch as he unlocks it and you almost choked on your breath.

Laying there were a set of earrings that were made to go on your whole ear, it went up with diamonds in a leaf pattern.

There was also a simple matching necklace. It was a chain almost, but with the diamond leaves going all around. You instantly fell in love with it. You looked up to Yoongi, and he had the same smirk he always had on when he does this type of stuff.  You smiled back and you quickly nod.

“You always seem to know Yoongi.” You say. He nods agreeing and he locks the box back up. You both walk out and Yoongi hands the box over to one of the guard and in Korean tells them that they were your choice.

One the way back to your room, you both were so caught up in the conversation that you were having that Yoongi walked into your room and smiled throughout the rest of the conversation. He was smiling down at you, his eyes were really soft and it threw you back to that night in your cabin.

Everything was thrown back into reality when Ji-Mee opens and shuts the door. Yoongi looks back and forth between you too fast, with wide and worried eyes.

“Min Yoongi, you are not aloud in here, so why are you?” She asks confused and had a irritated look on her face.

“I-I…”

“It was my fault. I was talking to him. He is my best friend after all, before I came here.” You say saving Yoongi the trouble. Ji-Mee’s eyes widen at the information. Yoongi quickly leaves, shutting the door behind him softly.

“I'm sorry, but I will have to report this to the King.” She says softly making you freak a little.

“No, please don't. How about I tell Jeongguk?” You try to get her to change her mind. But she doesn't say anything. But you get a little hope in you when she sighs.  

“I’ll only agree because I want to be on your good side, and he is your best friend.” She says nodding her head, she keeps her head down.

“Thank you so much.”

“Please, before the next Monday comes, if then I will get in trouble for waiting so long.” You nod quickly at her words and she thanks you and she leaves.

Over the next couple of days you were thinking of how you were going to tell Jeongguk. You really didn't want to but this was the only and best choice, or else Ji-Mee would tell the King.

One Saturday morning, the day of the showing you still haven't decided when to tell him. You had less than 48 hours, and as time went down, your heart sped up.

Tallia was currently doing your hair. Since it was braided up, she easily put on a lace wig that was dark brown and at the tips were frosty. She slicked it all back so your earrings that Yoongi picked for you.

Your eyes went over to the letter that Yoongi had delivered to you last night. It was next to your bed this morning. You recited the words in your head. ‘Tell him, you have to, you and the Prince's trust between you two is more important than me. I can always get a job in town.’

You refused to let him get punished for something you let happen. Something that was your fault.

You stood up after your upper body was done and made up and walked over to Tallia and Ji-Mee who held your dress open ready for you to step in. As you did, your freshly shaved and lotioned legs slide through the soft silk of the dress. You watch in a full body mirror as they brought the sleeves up your arms and gently laid it on your skin. Ji-Mee slid to the back to hook it and zip it together completely pulling the dress up in the right places.

Once you got your shoes on and the finishing touches Ji-Mee and Tallia walked you out of your room and down the hall towards the middle of the castle.

You heards loud music start to play from all over.

“Ah, you have thirty minutes until you are shown Miss.” Ji-Mee smiles and opens the door to a room you will have to wait in until it was time. You nodded and entered the room. What you didn't expect was to see Jeongguk fully dressed in what he was suppose to wear, and staring out of the window. He turned around and takes you in. He doesn't say anything for a moment which made you nervous. But then he smiles and starts to walk toward you. Your eye contact never broke, and you gasped when he got close. He looked so beautiful, and you almost couldn't believe he was right there in front of you. You remembered when he asked you what type of suits you liked. You blushed at the fact that he was wearing your favorite type. He wore it so well.

His hair was styles off to the side a little more. Half back half on his forehead. His hair was curly a little and it stuck up in all of the right places. You noticed that he had one earring in his ear. You looked and seen that it was exactly like yours. He turns his head a little letting you see better. You couldn't help but to notice how sharp his jawline was. You wanted to place a nice little mark there, just to mess up the perfectness.

“You look so beautiful.” he mumbles looking at you from the floor, up. You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. But then it hit you. Suddenly a wave of guilt hit you and you aren't sure why you felt like so for such a simple innocent thing.

“Jeongguk…” You say, changing the mood suddenly making him look down at you confused. “What would happen if a Guard goes into your or my bedroom?” You add his room, so he wouldn't catch up so quickly.

He frowns at the random question but he answers anyways.

“Guards aren't allowed in any bedroom unless there's danger. Only maids can enter within the staff. So if one is caught, they breaks a Royal rule. They would be fired and thrown in the jail downstairs until we say he can leave.” He pauses tilting his head a little.”Why?”

His words threw you way off, you didn't expect him to say such a bad punishment. You didn't answer right away which had him thinking.

“Did you catch someone? Who?” Jeongguk getting serious all of a sudden, but that made you worry even more.

“Promise me you won't get mad.” You mumble, your heart was beating crazy, you couldn't let Yoongi get thrown in a cage. He frowns but nods anyways coming a little closer.

“Um, well. One of your guards is my best friend… and I didn't know…” You trailed off not knowing what to say, you were looking down, hanging your head.

But a wave of red hit Jeongguk. He grabs your face and lifts it to look him dead in the eyes.

“Who was it?” He asks so emotionless, but you can see it in his eyes. He was angry and he wasn't going to be nice. You couldn't tell him, why did you have to say anything right now? “No Jeongguk, you're mad. I can't let him be punished for something that was my fault.” You say almost pleading to him to change his mind. He lets go of his face and backs up a little. He prodes at his cheek with his tongue.

“He broke a Royal rule YN.”

“If you throw him in jail, I'm going with.” You say looking at him dead in his eyes. You weren't going to let Yoongi go throw it alone. Jeongguk’s eyes went wide, not expecting your words. You watch him as he looks away clenching his jaw.

“Was he just your best friend?” He asks slowly trying not to sound to mad. His question through you off. You hesitated to answer, because you didn't know how. Jeongguk’s eyes snapped over to you and he laughs a little.

“Wah, this is crazy. I have to save someone’s ass that had their hands on you.” He almost scoffs and sighs still laughing to show how much it wasn't funny.

“It wasn't like that. We kissed…” you said and your eyes connect with Jeongguk’s again, his eyes turned darker. “...But it was before the Ball.” You point out, making sure that he knew it didn't happen in the room.

His face was dark as he looked at you. He turned back towards you and walked towards you. His walk made your heart speed up and you started to back. That didn't help anything though, it only caused him to walk fast and back you up against the wall.

“So these-” He pulls at your lower lip. “-precious lips have been tainted by one of my very -i mean…” He chuckles slightly. “...by one of our very own staff.” He leans down closer to your face. Your breathing was out of control and he made your body weak.

“You are so lucky we have only a few minutes until we walk out, or else i'd make sure that they only lips you remember on your body are mine.” His forehead laid on yours and his hands pulled your hips right into his. “Mhmm, good thing people can only see us from the waist up.” He mumbles bringing his head down into your neck. You frowned in confusion at his words, until he pushed himself against you more and you felt him. His was hard as a brick, You felt it go down your thigh a little more than you thought it would.

But then in a blink of an eye he was gone away from your body. Your eyes opened, you didn't even notice they were closed.

“During this time, I was suppose to tell you, that I will take you on a couple dates before the wedding. Since it will be aired we will have to be used to kissing so it seems perfect on tv. You know not awkward. So after this, tonight will be our first one.” He finishes and as soon as he does there was a knock on the door. Someone letting us know it was time.

[anon-luv]

Blankets [JungkookxReader] (Pt 1/5)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Feat. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung)

Genre: Romance/Angst/Smut BadBoyAU!

Summary: A one night stand turned into various visits. No strings attached, or at least that is what you told yourself every time he walked through the door. His first name was the only thing you knew, besides having memorized every sensitive spot that laid upon his skin.

One night you catch a glimpse of his world. One that you had never had the temptation to roam on your free will. Jungkook though was addicting, and your craving for his touches led you to venture into his life. This new found world offering you a freedom you didn’t know existed. The consequences of your actions instead of taking you a step closer to him, formed a barrier. Jungkook’s sweet touches turned rough with rage, his passionate kisses turned possessive, and his comfortable casual talk went to promises/lies of a forever. 

Rating: M [Language, Strong Scenes, Drug usage, Sexual Scenes](Will add a warning prior if that chapter will contain any smut scenes)

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a One Shot, but after I started writing it I couldn’t stop. After it got way too long I decided to divide it into 3 sections. I am hoping to finish this in about a week. I almost have it completely finished, just need to edit it. I hope you enjoy it :)

Not 100% edited yet. Might have minor mistakes :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies.

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

-Still I Rise, Maya Angelou

Those eyes that showed you galaxies that forever were going to be out of reach. Those lips that peppered little glimpses of heaven all over your skin. Those fingers that traced every curve of your body as if you were made of the most fragile glass. Those strands of hair that you held onto with  dear life when he was rocking into you so deep that you were scared to spiral down into an endless abyss if you let go. Those promises of forever and always whispered in between the sheets every night. They were all but a mere figment of your imagination. Now you knew better.

Those eyes were grounding you to the floor not taking you to outer space. Those lips were damning you to hell as you let them set your core ablaze. Those fingers were strangling your neck, stealing your breath away. Those strands of hair were not for support, they were but a loose rope that would let you fall. Those promises were lies. Forever and always did not exist. The only thing real were those blankets, where your sweaty bodies had entangled and connected over and over again.Those blankets were now entangled with last weeks takeout in the deep depths of trash, along with the memories of haunting smiles. At least that is what you liked to tell yourself. That was probably a lie too.

He was beautiful. The mere sight of his strong back, as he cooked eggs in the morning, had instantly captured your heart. You were expecting for him to be gone, like the many one night stands had done before. Seeing him in front of you in nothing but a pair of iron man boxers had shocked you. You were not sure what to say, but as you walked in close enough to see the purple and pink love bites sprinkled across his shoulders, you grew bolder. Your arms encircled his waist causing him to jump slightly.

“You are quite a breathtaking sight to wake up to in the morning” you said with a slightly rough edge to your morning voice. You cleared your throat embarrassed at the tone that it had just emitted.

He chuckled “You are quite an angelic one if I may say so myself, but my hunger won over after 2 hours awaiting for those curly eyelashes to grant me the wish of seeing what laid beneath them”

A blush spread across your cheeks. You knew you were a heavy sleeper. Your friends had teased you countless times about your outstanding ability to sleep throughout even the loudest of noises.

He grasped your waist and hoisted you up onto the counter. His eyes looking into yours as his mouth made a silent path towards yours. When your lips were about to meet, he surprised you by putting a strawberry in his mouth, biting it. Your eyes darted down to his red stained lips, and before you knew it your lips were against his trying to taste the sweet remnants that coated his lips.

The kiss building up in passion only to be broken by the sound of your stomach growling.

He chuckled causing his doe eyes to crinkle making his face look more boyish.

He scooped up a bit of egg from the pan and offered it to you. You opened your mouth and devoured it. You had never been a good cook, and home cooked meals were a rarity. The fact that he had scavenged and found something to make in your fridge had been a miracle.

He passed you a plate and you both ate in silence in the kitchen. The items  diminishing bit by bit from your plate.

“I know this is probably going to make me look like an asshole….but I was wondering…..I’m actually quite curious…” he started stumbling over his words cutely causing a small smile to graze your lips.

“Spit it” you said nudging him playfully. Causing a bunny looking smile to sprout from his lips.

“What is your name??” he said scratching his head with a small tilt of his head.

“(Y/N), and yours Romeo?” you asked while shoving the last bite of eggs off your plate.

“Jungkook” he replied as he took a sip of freshly brewed coffee you are guessing he had prepared.

You took away the coffee mug from his hands and took a sip of the dark bitter liquid.

“Jungkook…pretty hot name….goes well with that bod” you flirted not, aware of the consequences behind the words. If you knew what it would bring in the future would you have taken them back??

You wish you had never asked his name. The sin of moaning his name through the nights with no promise of tomorrow had become a routine. A way of escape for the both of you. His number was not saved on your phone. Your birthday or job occupation were not a matter of importance in his world. Your apartment, the only link established between the both of you.

After the first visit to your apartment, you did not expect his presence to become a constant. A kiss, the only thing exchanged before the door closed behind him.

A week later he was in your entrance, a bruised cheek and a split lip. You let him in without questioning. Unconsciously letting the devil inside your home. Aiding his physical and mental wounds with antibiotic cream, bandages, soft touches, and kisses had become your addiction. He was dangerous.

It had been a year, and till this day the only thing you knew about him was his first name and the way your name  sounded when he moaned it through the night. Phone numbers, emails, and social media were never shared. Anything that occurred outside of the four walls were never brought up.

The line between your relationship was but a mere dotted one, allowing him to wander off and come back whenever necessary.

You did not care, or at least that was what you told yourself.

You went on dates, and  even held a relationships as his surprise visits continued. Jungkook never knew or askes.

The unspoken permission to seek comfort in another bed when he was absent, given through nights without traces of purple kisses marking  your skin. On the contrary, you made sure to leave him a souvenir, that would be fading to yellow awaiting for a new to take its place.

You had a tendency to steer away from large crowds unlike your friends. Their persistent coaxing worked about 20 percent of the time ,and this specific Friday night, their success send them flying out the door with you in a red skintight dress.

30 minutes in and you were already on the tip of your toes trying to sneak out of the crowded hell. How could anyone call this fun??

“(Y/N), have a drink please!” Your friend Danielle screamed hoping you would be able to hear her through the mass of people surrounding you. The bass of the music consuming most of her words, leaving it to your lip reading skills to unravel the message.

You rolled your eyes as you gulped down the bitter shot. Your tongue burning by the unfamiliar liquid, that had only been in your system before in the rare opportunity.

“There, now I am going home” you said as you stood up walking away. Your body with a slight coat of sweat due to the lack of available oxygen surrounding you.

“Don’t do that. The night just started. Don’t be a party shitter” she screamed after you. You were sure Danielle was going to wake up sounding like an 80 year old man tomorrow.

You ignored her words as you pushed yourself against the crowd, who rubbed against one another as if they were magic lamps. Your body feeling the condensation of bodily fluids that presented themselves in the dance floor. Your eyes searching for the nearest exit in desperation.

The red Exit sign was hovering about 10 feet away, when you saw him. His hands were around a petite waist, caressing it like he had done to yours many times while enclosed in the four walls of your apartment. The girl’s similarities to you were mere to none, other than sharing a vagina you were pretty sure she was a whole other world. She stood tall compared to your short frame, a blue bob cut haircut that gave her an exotic appearance, a mouth piercing that you could just assume would be fun tugging at during a kiss, and an endless number of colorful tattoos that were exposed in her crop top and short cut jean shorts. You couldn’t deviate your sight from Jungkook. He looked to be entranced as his body moved along side her to the beat of a generic techno song.

You gulped as an unknown feeling bubbled inside the pit of your stomach, drawing you to the edge of sanity ready to topple you over. To say that you were not expecting to see Jungkook out in the wild was an understatement. Sometimes you even told yourself he was but a figment of your sexual frustruated imagination. To be quite honest, you could barely even recall how you both ended up meeting in the first place. At the time this man before you had been insignificant. You met him at a concert your friends had succeeded in both dragging and intoxicating you to. Other than the first hello out of his mouth, everything else was blacked out, except for the rough sex that first night, that had left you bathing in epson salt and warm water for the next two days. Sex with Jungkook had always been unforgettable. It always left you craving for more as his footsteps made their path to the outside world, not guaranteeing a tomorrow for the both of you.

The punch of the heartache was unexpected, and the air escaping your lungs leaving you like a fish out of the water, nauseating. The outcome of bumping into Jungkook was not something you wanted to acknowledge, but as his eyes landed on you as he coated kisses along the neck of the blue haired girl, you couldn’t deny it. You were jealous. You wanted him to only be yours. You had not applied that to yourself these past few months, as you jumped from bed to bed, when you assumed he wouldn’t be jumping into yours for the night. You were being selfish, and you knew it.

Jungkook gave you a smirk as he turned his partner around allowing her to rub her hands up and down his chest, no longer paying attention to you.

The Exit was long forgotten as your feet courageously worked on their own, stumbling around till you were two feet away from Jungkook. He stopped his movements surprised by your proximity.

“Jungkook, surprise to see you here” you yelled hoping the words would travel adequately enough through the music.

Jungkook shook his head while pointing at his year, and then with a tilt of his head while grabbing the hand of his partner, he guided you both to a less crowded area where five guys, that were similarly dressed like Jungkook, sat cradling beers.

“Hey Guys, This is (Y/N).  A friend of mine.” he said as he pointed at a free chair “Sit down (Y/N), they don’t bite…well that I know of. That is Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin.” the boys waved at you. “Ok guys, take care of her. We’ll be right back. We are going to go get us and (Y/N) some drinks.”

You were about to speak out rejecting the offer, only to be shut down by Jungkook, before you even opened your mouth “I got you covered. Don’t even try wiggling yourself out of this. Jin, the bartender, is our close friend. No worries”

You nodded surprised. Jungkook knew you. He did and you didn’t know if that was a good thing.

As Jungkook and the still unknown girl walked away, the other five guys stared at you curiously. The awkwardness relieved when one of them spoke up “How the hell did a girl like you end up being friends with Kookie??” Yoongi asked while sipping his beer.

“Umm…well….” you said not quite sure what would be an appropriate answer.

Jimin saved you by jokingly punching Yoongi on the shoulder “ Yoongi, don’t ask it like that. Sorry (y/N), we don’t mean it to sound rude or anything….you are just different from the crowd we hang out with usually…..” he said while his eyes traveled up and down your body. You inspected their style, not really having a hard time noticing what set you apart. You had traced the swirls that decorated Jungkook’s skin countless of times through your shared nights. You had also started your own personal collection of metal band shirts in your drawer, that had become your usual attire on lonely nights.

“Yeah, plus I’m surprised Tabi has not tried ripping your head off. The past 3 years of her being Jungkook’s girl has really affected my girl opportunities. She is just so hostile to anything that comes near her "boy” said Taehyung rolling his eyes playfully while a rectangular grin appeared on his face “You are one brave soul”

You felt yourself grow small at the new found information. Jungkook couldn’t be yours. He had been someone else’s for years now. You played with the hem of your red dress that now seemed so out of place. You did not belong here. You were not this kind of person. You were not sure what had triggered Jungkook’s visitations, but you knew for a fact that the boy your body molded to so perfectly had been a mistake. Not for you. You had been his mistake. It was clear as day as you saw him next to his girlfriend kissing her publicly for all eyes to see. He made sure to mark his territory as he nibbled on her ear and whispered sweet nothings as they waited for the drinks to be prepared.

You needed to get out of here before they made their way back. You stood up shocking the guys.

“Actually, I have to go. Just got a message…a text one. It was nice meeting you” you said rapidly hoping it would suffice as an excuse to escape.

They all said their goodbyes as Yoongi offered to walk you out.

You accepted his offer not wanting to be rude. Thankfully, he knew his way around the area, and it did not even take a minute for the cold air of the outside to hit your skin, as an unconscious shiver made it’s way through your body.

Yoongi walked silently along side you till you made it to your car.

“Thank you” you said shyly.

“You are welcome sweetheart” he said giving you a full on smile. One that you were not expecting, for his demeanor and cold stare did not prepare you for the sweetest gummy smile to erupt from those pink bitten lips.

You smiled at him as you opened your car door. Before you closed the door, he slightly stopped it, causing you to raise an eyebrow curiously his way.

“Hey, I know we don’t know eachother and this is not my place, but Jungkook…..he is not the healthiest or most suitable companionship for someone like you…… None of us in the gang are. This is my business card. If you ever need anything please don’t hesitate to give me a ring” he said handing you a small white business card. Your eyes traveled down to see that he worked in some sort of music studio.

“If you think I should stay away, why give me your phone number??” You asked as you placed the card inside your wallet, not sure if it would be taken out again or thrown to the trash along with receipts.

“Because out of everyone in there…..let’s just say I won’t cause as much damage princess” he replied giving you a smirk goodbye as he walked away.

With a pounding defeated heart you started the engine and made your way back to your safe cocoon.

It had been 2 weeks and the 5th time the knocks of Jungkook slammed against your door in desperation. The temptation of falling into his arms was unbearable. The only thing stopping you from committing another sin amongst your bed covers was the small voice in your head reminding you that he was a stranger. You still knew nothing about the man you had shared countless of nights with. The severity of sharing intimacy with a stranger was brought up by the memories of that one night. You had not been the only one to soothe his pain. On the contrary, you were more disposable than those hello kitty band aids you had placed upon his skin. You were really nothing to him. Now that you had caught a glimpse into his world you knew you were but a prop in his life. One that could be replaced without too much sacrifice. You felt stupid. As much as you had told yourself over and over again that all that there was to your relationship with Jungkook had been sex, you knew otherwise as the ache in your heart amplified with every knock and call of your name you wouldn’t respond to. You were ashamed at how naive you had been by falling into the claws of a man who you barely knew the name of.

Silent tears traveled down your cheek as you heard his footsteps walk away from your door, clearly giving up once again. You continued the task of cleaning out your fridge, which had been crowded with groceries that you unconsciously started buying specifically for Jungkook’s visits. Most of it already expired due to your lack of cooking skills.

You were tired of feeling used. You wanted to retaliate. You wanted to feel free to roam the streets without the fear of bumping into the stranger who held pieces of your heart. A man that only dimmed you worthy of his touches once in a blue moon and in private where no one would witness what you two shared.

Determination surged your veins tainting the little common sense left in your neurons, as you held your phone and dialed the number in the white card that had been waiting patiently in your wallet to be of use.

A deep voice answered the phone making you hesitate for half a second.

“Yoongi, it’s (y/n) speaking. Don’t know if you remember me” you said trying to sound confident in your actions. Your voice betraying you by sounding higher than usual.

“Of course princess. How could I forget such a beautiful contrast to my dull daily life” he said chuckling. You could hear soft music playing in the background. “What can I help you with??”

“I need to get out. Have a change of routine or something. I feel like i need a change of scenery, stuff seems pretty boring around here”

“Are you sure??” Yoongi asked in a deeper tone.

“Yepp” you said over enunciating the P.

You heard Yoongi sigh in the other line “You have no idea what kind of dangerous waters you’re diving into”

“I’m a tough chick, don’t let my stature fool ya” you said trying to hide the nerves that had made themselves present after his warning.

“Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you…..What are you doing this weekend???” Yoongi asked caving into your request.