#so let's pretend it's a simple appreciation post for hobi :)

[k-ths]

“ i want to help / i used to be like them, someone with passion / make dreams brighter, get rid of the nightmares / peace will be right there. ” ㅡ  p.o.p (piece of peace) pt.1 | j-hope

[lacielre]

whiskey neat & whisking trips  part i. whiskey neat

summary  this is a story about the night you poured your heart out to your ex outside his apartment building as a stranger yelled at you to “shut the fuck up,” and that stranger, who was just as wounded as you, was taehyung, and he needed your help. 

pairing  taehyung/reader, seokjin/reader

genre  fake/pretend relationship, post-breakup, infidelity, veterinarian!taehyung, baker!oc, an attempt to comedy, pillow-screaming fluff, eventual smut

rating  mature

warnings  swearing, alcohol consumption, a bit of second-hand embarrassment

parts  prologue, 1

“HEAR ME OUT!”

There was one thing you promised yourself you would never do: chase someone who had told you at least once that they don’t feel the same way about you. Not even as a last resort. In this case, for that someone, it wasn’t that he didn’t feel the same way about you, it was that he didn’t feel the same way about you anymore. There was a big difference. Or at least, you convinced yourself that there was.

That was probably why you chased after him.

Here, outside his building, under the downpour of the casted rain, with you screaming directly to his exposed window. Because plain screaming just wasn’t enough, rain had to be an accompaniment. It had to be movie-like but a blatant contradiction to your dreams of being swept off your feet and get married to him one day. Those dream-like scenarios ended up winding up somewhere else while you were stuck in their consolations, thinking they could still be possible.  

“PLEASE!” was your shrieking scream. “I KNOW WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!”

Syllables being grazed against your throat like large tires screeching against rough asphalts on sudden halts weren’t enough for your boyfriend—or ex-boyfriend. But the tiniest hint of optimism, a rare feat of positivity within you, was sparking to its diligence.

“FUCK!”

In your head were the runs of thoughts, one being that he couldn’t hear you because of the deluge of heavy droplets.

That must be it.

“I’LL—I’ll call you!”

Even if you believed that it was the rain that drowned your voice, you still shouted an announcement for your impending call.

The simple act of fishing your phone and making a call had your entire body shaking. It was cold. No amount of layers of clothing protected you for the cascades that only found purchase in drenching all there was on land, including you. Because to them – to the gods or whoever was there – your tears were not enough.

“Pick up,” you muttered under your breath, false hope clinging onto your running nose and trembling figure. “Please. Pickuppickuppickup.”

First try.

Second try.

“Fuck. Please,” you sniffled, “please.”

Third, fourth, fifth. “Nonono. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. Please.”

You dialed again, over and over. Sixth, seventh. Repetitive taps on your screen barely recognized your touch from the water infiltrating it. There was no clear indication in your head on the reasons for your tears. They were becoming too much.

Everything was too much; you couldn’t believe it was real.

Your boyfriend – okay, ex-boyfriend – ran off from your apartment after picking up all his stuff and choosing not to hear you out, despite your calm and disorganized rambles. To you, “falling out of love” wasn’t enough. You didn’t believe it. There was no way he suddenly felt that way about you because there was no point in your relationship that he made you feel that way.

Now it was your phone’s turn to create troubles with you through its glitches and unresponsive retorts. And you’d be spending a whole month of salary to buy a new phone. But fuck it.

With your boy—ex-boyfriend, it was ride or die.

“PICK UP YOUR PHONE!” you cried out loudly. “PLEASE!”

In rapid pace, you shook your head from side to side.

“NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, SEOKJIN!”

It pained you to mention his name into his neighborhood but this was it. This was the last resort. It was either this or everything was over, and there was no space for empty fills of journey. You had to fill them up with risks. Risks like this.

“WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” one of the tenants shouted back.

You ignored him with tight-closed fists. “LET’S WORK THIS OUT!”

The sobs in between your shouts were as painful sounding to you.  This was a level of humiliation you never thought you could fathom. A level of humiliation you presented upon yourself to dozens of lit-up rent-controlled apartments within an old, drenched building.

“I KNOW WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!”

For the last resort.

“WE CAN! WE JUST HAVE TO TALK!”

Some of his neighbors were already peeking from their wrinkled up curtains, eyeing you with either apathy, genuine concern, curiosity, or pity. Mostly the latter. Fuck. You were embarrassing, weren’t you?

“LET ME IN! PLEASE!”

Your teeth quivered, a desire to aid the cold creeping into your skin.

“LET’S TALK IT OUT!”

For the last resort.

“WE CAN WORK THIS… o-out.”

And he showed up to your vision finally, exposing himself on the curtain-less, bare windows of his dimly-lit apartment.

Yeah, he showed up to you alright.

For your last resort, the picture he – Seokjin, your boyfriend, your ex-boyfriend – painted to you was his naked upper body with a woman behind him wrapped in soft pink-colored cotton robe, loosely tied around her tiny waist. Her dewed up cleavage haunted you in all ways possible, good and bad.

She was looking at you with pity, too much of a hint that she knew about your relationship with Seokjin beforehand. Why would someone do such a cruel thing to you? You shook your head. It wasn’t entirely her fault; it was still mostly his. And yet, you still had a hard time believing it.

No.

No, it can’t be. But fuck.

“You…” Your teeth chattered in both the breeze tightly hugging onto your skin and the anger summoning until the tips of your fingers.

You wanted the next word to come out strong, not soiled up by the looming sobs from your heavy chest and aching stomach. This was it for you. This was your last resort.

“You…” was your repeated indulgence. “You f-f-fucking—”

Then you inhaled deeply, partnered with closed fists, nails biting into your palms too much they had bled.

“ASSHOLE! YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

Your knees were too close to giving up but you weren’t going to allow more humiliation to come out one by one at a single scene. This was your movie and you were only willing to show devastations to come up on the screen scene-by-scene. Not like this.

“FUCK YOU!” You swallowed. “FUCK YOU AND YOUR BIG DICK! I HOPE YOU KNEW HOW TO USE IT! BASTARD!”

With the last drops of grueling frustration, of anger and sadness, you permitted your gaze to melt into his for a fleeting moment. This was a picture that will forever be engraved in your head, even if you had a water-like memory.

Him, looking down on you with unfiltered emptiness that made you feel like vomiting. The woman behind him, mustering to attain the same gaze as though practiced, but failed to do so, as hers entailed ushered pity. The look that said, she will never hit rock-bottom, the same you did and you were still at. You were a debacle. But she could do better.

Then you let go.

The turns of your heels were both aching and liberating. It was as if your hands were in shackles for so long, and you had also been pulling for so long. And when your wrists were free, you were in pain. A pain accompanied by a sense of freedom.

That you will never be stuck with someone who was a lying bitch.

A fucking cheater.

  “Yoongi, my usual,” you ordered as you slumped to the bar stool tucked under the counter.

“Sure—holy shit. What happened to you?” It was him turning that triggered the pause between his sentence and made you aware of the fact that you looked like shit on a Friday night. “What the hell, _____? You’re trembling.”

“I’m okay,” you breathed out almost emotionlessly, looking at your fingers splayed upon the counter. You tap them to create cheerful sounds, a forced contrast to your appearance before pulling your eyes heavenward, mustering courage to stare back at Yoongi. You repeated, “I’m okay.”

In any minute now, you would bawl. Again.

“Stop—stop tapping your fingers,” Yoongi said weakly, leaving the bottle he was once taking care of to the counter behind him. He rolled around a white towel around his palms, getting rid of the remnants of alcohol staining his hands. “What the hell happened out there, _____?”

“You got anything warmer in there?” you asked instead.

“Y-Yeah, shit, I’ll check,” he said, thinking if there were some dry towels or blankets upstairs at his cave. Then his voice was fleeting away. “Hey, Hobi, could you cover for me there? I’ll just grab some stuff upstairs.”

And his colleague was happy to, nodding his head and repeatedly saying “yeah” to Yoongi.

The simple image made you swallow. Fuck. You wanted to feel happy too but your chest only swelled painful verves, pumping endlessly into you to the point that Seokjin and the girl behind him were the sole picture in your head.

“Here you go.” Yoongi appeared out-of-nowhere, or it seemed like so to you, as he wrapped your body with a warm, thick blanket. “You sure you wanna stay here? You could just rest in my office. I don’t mind, _____.”

“I want to drink,” you simply mumbled.

“We can do that upstairs too.”

“It’s too quiet up there,” you probed.

“I can play some music,” was his fast counter.

“Yoongi,” you called his name almost as faint as a shy breath. “I don’t want to be alone with myself or with you. Everything keeps ringing in my head. So, can you please just serve me my fucking drink?”

Yoongi tested a few seconds for you to retract your statement but when you didn’t, he got back to his place behind the counter and fidgeted through his bottles of alcohol to serve you your drink – whiskey neat.

“Thank you,” was your weak appreciation as he slid the drink to your yearning hand.

“Is this because of Seok—”

“Don’t,” you sternly warned.

“You can talk to me.”

“Few more drinks.”

He nodded, giving up. “Okay.” Then he left your space to serve a newly-entered customer who sat with an empty seat between the two of you. “What you want, boss?”

“Whiskey neat,” was his succinct reply.

“You got it,” Yoongi said, picking up the same bottle he had used for you and pouring some of it for the gentleman next to you.

The gentleman next to you reciprocated your gaze. He nodded at your sodden self. “Rough night?”

You chuckled at his attempt of small talk. “Like you’ve never imagined.”

Taehyung’s night was supposed to be perfect.

He had a major work turn-out this morning to kick-off his day. The clinic’s pantry had donuts on the counter available until noon. From then on, he felt like everything was going to fall into place for him. He celebrated a few drinks with colleagues at a bar downtown. He had waited for things like this to happen to him. Simply, it was because he was a romantic. He believed in make-believes, the pretense of life.

Until at around 11PM that night.

Taehyung’s fiancé – ex-fiancé – had emailed him a night before and he had just opened it. He regretted doing so. He hoped he’d seen it sooner, so that today was perfect. No bumps. Just his – his movie.

Her email was a bad omen.

He should’ve known.

It said:

Hi, Taehyung.

I’m not sure if you’re willing to open this message but if you do and read it, then thank you, and I couldn’t thank you enough for doing so. For the longest time, I had been thinking that what you and I had was special. And maybe it was it being special that made it short-lived.

Taehyung scoffed loudly at that part. “Bullshit.”

I know that it was my fault why it was so short-lived too. Granted, I cheated on you. But that was fate’s way of telling us we shouldn’t be together.

“Bull—shit!” was his sonorous amen.

You will never forgive me and that’s not something I could change. And it’s valid that you feel that way about me. I still love you not in the same way as before but I love you, Tae. But this message isn’t about forgiveness or apology.

He took a deep breath before rolling his eyes and attaching them to the screen of his desktop.

This message is a message from me to you.

Again, he rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “What a dramatic fucking bitch. Get to the point already.”

I’m getting married in a month.

His heart dropped, and now he understood the depth of that expression. Still, it wasn’t enough. His heart felt like it was going to drag his entire body to the core of the Earth.

“What the fuck,” Taehyung had muttered under his breath. “I’m getting married in a month,” he repeated, not believing merely his own eyes to read it out to him.

And this is my formal invitation to you, Taehyung. I hope you’d come. If you can’t, maybe at least reply? That would be enough for me to know… something. Thank you, Taehyung. For everything. You taught me a lot.

And just like that, everything was washing down to him, his self-declared luck and the façade of what he thought was a movie – his movie. He slumped his back onto his swivel chair, allowing his lower body sag to the pulls of gravity, before rubbing his palms into his face, squeezing his eyes tightly. He wasn’t jealous that his ex-fiancé was getting married.

Fuck, he couldn’t care less about that.

What he couldn’t believe was that she was getting fucking married in a month. And he was not an inch closer to such a desirable feat. If it were his movie, then he would have gotten married first. Better yet, their engagement should not have been called off in the first place.

But the lingering prints of “in a month” in black Arial font on his screen was a blow.

Hell, he had not dated anyone for over a month. Casual hook-ups were his thing, he thought, until tonight, he felt like they were suddenly not.

“In a month?!” he yelled into his palms. “In a fucking month?!”

He needed to get somewhere, at some point near because there was no way he was going to attend that wedding without a date. There was also no way he was not going to attend that wedding.

His mantra went on. “In a fucking month? One month? Is this some sick joke?”

Taehyung counted his blessings, relishing on the impossible idea that his date should be someone who had been with him for at least over six months but fuck, the wedding day was in a fucking month.

“HEAR ME OUT!” was a roar that came from outside.

“What the fuck…” Taehyung mumbled, standing up to check through his window. He brunched up his curtains to the side and saw a blurry figure of a woman standing by the garbage bins, drenched in cold outpours of the unforgiving weather.

“PLEASE!” came another scream. “I KNOW WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!”

Taehyung chuckled. “Romance is fucking dead.”

He continued watching, finding the display of a woman in soaked covers of multiple garments quite amusing. He listened to you scream, curse, and lash out to the window about four windows to his left. To be honest, his heart was rooting for you to heal on its own because he felt how it was ripping itself apart, little by little each time you screamed, only to receive disturbing quietness.

But there were times when it was too much.

Taehyung couldn’t, wouldn’t tolerate screams at this time of the night.

Not when he needed some time to escape his mind, too, and your screams weren’t helping him at all. You weren’t the only one who needed the time and the sound of peace. It wasn’t a thing that only exists in your movie; it was also in his.

“WE CAN WORK THIS OUT, SEOKJIN!”

Taehyung had thought, oh, him. It was to an effect that his mouth formed an “o” at the realization that dawned him. He knew Seokjin at a certain extent, an extent that only bared itself to a standard of being at the neighbor status. Taehyung didn’t know Seokjin had a girlfriend, having seen different girls coming in and out his apartment. It wasn’t any of business. But seeing you now – fuck.

You were the girlfriend.

“WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!” you cried.

He heaved a sigh drawn from the bottom of his chest. You were a bit irritating and pushy. A fighter.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Taehyung shouted but he immediately regretted it, hiding from his curtain but you didn’t even try to look for his voice.

You ignored him. “LET’S WORK THIS OUT!”

More countable minute ticks on the clock and your voice suddenly drowned. He thought that there it was – the tranquillity he had been ready to give his legs out to to worship, to bless him and reward him another “perfect day” because he deserved it. Or he believed so.

He watched you silently ponder at a small spot of the concrete, standing straight, wordless, and unmoving.

But as the trickling hums of the noise brought by the rain became the only noise in the neighborhood, suddenly, you took charge of what people could hear – it was you. Only you.

“ASSHOLE! YOU SON OF A BITCH! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND YOUR BIG DICK! I HOPE YOU KNEW HOW TO USE IT! BASTARD!”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped at your second wave of lash out. His jaw plummeting was a testimony of your rage and that to aid his charmed disbelief over you, he picked up his jaw by forming a laughter as he shook his head.

You were a fighter.

And that deserved a toast.

  It was not in Taehyung’s rule book of Watching a Woman Drown Herself in Tears and Rain to follow said woman on her stride to one of the closest bars within the area. Given that you began your voyage to the bar earlier than he did, your groggy footsteps were a giveaway to how he was able to follow you.

Taehyung entered the bar and it was just what he had expected from you. Quiet, a bit of a crowd – the moderate amount – and dimly lit. Most of all, vintage.

He sat next to you, leaving a seat in between, not to take up too much of your space as your energy, he felt, was creeping up to him.

“What you want, boss?” was the bartender’s swift service.

“Whiskey neat,” was his succinct reply.

“You got it,” the bartender said and got to work, pouring Taehyung a glass of a bottle of whiskey that was already encased in his hand.

If Taehyung would give a rate to this bar, he was already prepared to give it a five out of five. 

Taehyung gripped the glass in his slender fingers before finally getting a scan of your face. Contrary to the loud, roaring screams you delivered outside the building, you actually looked quite soft on the edges, dare he’d say innocent.

“Rough night?” he asked with a bit of fear when he did.  

But he was glad you took it well. Chuckling, you replied after taking a huge sip of your drink, “Like you’ve never imagined.”

[namjoontunes]

Lost and Found, Chapter Two

BTS Members x Reader

Genre: Fantasy AU, Fluff

Warnings: Implied depression?

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Notes: I almost broke this into two chapters but I decided to just keep it as one longer one. Updates are probably gonna be a little slower from now on just because I’m heading into kind of unplanned territory, but I’ll still try to post updates as soon as possible! Also I know I said last time that we were getting to human stuff in this chapter but I promise next chapter it’ll happen, I just ended up finding a better stopping point than the one I had initially planned. Thank you guys for the positive feedback I’ve gotten so far, I really appreciate it and it’s a big inspiration to keep this up! I wasn’t sure at first if this was going to be something I stuck with but now I really want to! I hope you enjoy!

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The next month was a strange time in Y/n’s life. After knocking over the table, the shapeshifter worried that she had made herself out to be more trouble than she was worth. But the boys seemed more amused than upset. They didn’t even bother scolding her over it, figuring it was a simple accident.

Later that day, Jin went to the store and picked up everything he thought she needed: a food bowl, a water bowl, wet and dry food (she avoided the dry food when she could, grimacing at the tastelessness of it), toys, a scratching post, a bed that never saw much use (she preferred the recliner at first, and the boys’ beds as time went on), a litter box, and of course, treats. It was strange living with so many people after so much time spent surviving on her own, but there was something about the boys that put her at ease. It wasn’t long before she started feeling at home with them.

Hobi was the one she got comfortable with first. Part of the reason was that he was the one that healed her, but she also found that his cheery demeanor made her feel safe and welcomed. The angel was an instructor at a dance studio, and Y/n loved watching him whenever he practiced at home. She tried copying his moves once, unaware that there had been a camera filming them until he was excitedly calling the rest of the guys over to watch the video. She was pretty sure it got posted to youtube after that.

Hobi was probably the most affectionate with her, often picking her up and planting kisses all over her. Sometimes she’d meow in complaint, but she really didn’t mind. She liked it when he walked around with her on his shoulder, the view much better than the one she usually got from the ground.

Taehyung was a close second when it came to affection, but first when it came to how much time he spent with her. Like Hobi, Tae loved picking her up and snuggling her, but he also loved to just watch what she was doing or play with her. About a week and a half after she had arrived, he decided that the toys Jin had picked up must be getting boring for Y/n, since there was only so much fun you could have with some feathers on a string or a fake mouse. In an effort to mix it up he set up a little obstacle course for her to run through with help from Jimin and Jungkook.

Jungkook and Tae were usually the ones that used the course with her. One of them would lead her through it with one of her old toys and she’d try to navigate the course as fast as she could. When she got comfortable with it, they’d rearrange it to keep it fresh and exciting. Y/n wasn’t sure about the obstacle course at first but realized that it was actually a lot of fun. Plus, she always got treats at the end.

It seemed like most of her time with Jungkook was spent playing games. When they weren’t using the course or just the regular toys, Y/n liked to watch him play video games. Even as a human she hadn’t played video games too often, so a lot of the time she spent watching was just trying to understand what was going on on the screen. When she grew bored of watching, she’d look for ways to interfere with his game, whether it be sitting in front of the screen or trying to lay on his controller so it was harder for him to play.

Jungkook never really got mad at her though, usually gently pushing her out of the way or pausing the game to pay attention to her. Sometimes when the game itself frustrated him, she could see small embers start leaping from his mouth whenever he spoke. She didn’t dare mess with the game during these moments, but she’d always try to get his attention away from the infuriating game by meowing or headbutting his arm. Eventually he’d look down at the little kitten, and she could see his anger soften. He’d always put the game down after seeing her.

She liked Jimin a lot. She spent a lot of time just relaxing with him while he watched television or read a book, curled up in his lap while he idly stroked her fur. As much fun as Jungkook and Tae were, it was nice to just relax every once in awhile.

Of course, her opinion of Jimin may have been influenced by him being her #1 treat supplier. When he had noticed how quick she was learning the obstacle courses, he decided to see if she’d be able to learn tricks as well. Y/n played dumb the best she could, pretending not to understand what he was saying the first few times, but those treats were surprisingly yummy and she could only resist temptation for so long. Jimin seemed to take pride in how quickly she learned, and was always showing off how smart she was to the other boys.

Jin on the other hand was always complaining about how smart she was. Of course, it didn’t help that he was Y/n’s favorite person to mess with. She couldn’t help it, his reactions were always hilarious so of course she’d keep trying to get those reactions out of him. Plus, it made the other boys laugh too. She liked hearing them laugh.

She never did anything but inconvenience him and he never actually got mad at her. Her way of bothering him was usually just stuff like moving the pen he had just been using, always being in the way of what he was trying to, or knocking something off the counter and darting in to grab a piece of his food while he bent to pick it up. Despite frequently getting herself kicked out of the kitchen, she liked to watch Jin cook. When she was behaving herself he’d let her sit on one of the counters and give her little bits of the food to try.

While Jin was the one that complained about her the most, he was also the one that took the most care of her. He always made sure her food and water bowl were full and clean, kept tabs on how much food and litter she had left, brushed out her fur (“What, like I’m gonna let my cat be any less handsome than I am?), and always kept an eye on her health. Her leg healed well, but there were still a few times that Jin insisted they should take her to a vet, just for a checkup. For some reason though, Y/n mysteriously disappeared whenever the vet was mentioned.

She hadn’t planned on sharing a bed with any of the boys at first, since she was plenty satisfied with her position on the recliner. However, not long after she arrived a thunderstorm tore through the area. When it first set in Y/n told herself that she was fine, if just a bit on edge. But when the night set in and the thunder grew louder, she felt panic setting in. A particularly loud clap of thunder found her scurrying towards the nearest safe looking place: Yoongi’s bed. The boy was surprised by her sudden dive under his covers, but quickly took petting her and murmuring soft reassurances in an effort to calm her down. After that night, she realized that it wasn’t that bad falling asleep close to someone. Though she alternated beds quite frequently, she ended up sleeping in Yoongi’s the most.

Namjoon always interacted with her as if he was afraid of breaking her. His hands gentle when he pet her, his voice soft, and when he picked her up he acted as if he were carrying a glass vase. She was confused at first, of course none of them were really rough with her, but Namjoon went out of his way to be careful. It wasn’t until she saw him break a completely metal ladle while trying to stir soup that she understood where his caution came from.

There were some nights where Y/n found Namjoon alone on the couch late at night. He was quiet, staring out the window as if the answers to whatever was going on in his mind lay out there. On those nights, she’d join him on the couch, meowing to draw his attention from the answerless window. He’d pull her close to his chest, petting her fur absently as he vented his feelings to the small cat. When his emotions overwhelmed him, and his quiet words quickly turned to muffled sobs, Y/n did her best to lick the tears from his face. In her current state she was unable to offer any words of comfort, but her concern seemed to remind him that someone cared and pull him back from that dark place in his mind.

She spent late nights with Yoongi as well, but those were quieter. There were no tears or murmured confessions, not much indication at all that something was wrong. But Y/n knew. She knew when his movements were stiffer, his silences longer, his responses more irritable, that she’d find him at two in the morning with open eyes, not seeming to actually be looking at anything. When she knew he’d be awake, Y/n would march onto his bed and station herself on top of his chest, purring as loud as she could. Her presence dragged him from his thoughts and into the present moment. Soon his eyes would slide shut, and Y/n would join him in sleep.

There wasn’t much Y/n could do to repay the kindnesses given to her by the boys, but she did her best. She always tried to notice when any of them needed cheering up, and do whatever it took to ease their mind whether that meant making them laugh, being something they could vent to, or just spending time with them. Y/n wasn’t always sure that she was doing enough to help, but each of the boys had discovered a newfound appreciation for her and her presence in their lives.

She had never intended to, but slowly and surely Y/n let herself get comfortable with these boys, let herself fall into the rhythm of their life. She knew who woke up first and who hit snooze five times, who was the first to go to work and who was the last to come home, who always forgot their wallet and who was always prepared. She listened to them, watched them, learned favorite colors and favorite movies, pet peeves and little quirks they had.

She let herself feel at home with them.

She let herself get attached.

Her plan had been to get help and then leave. That was the plan that carried the least amount of risk, the least likely for her to get revealed for what she was. Who knew what they’d do if they found out she was a shapeshifter. Kick her out? Attack her? There were too many things she couldn’t predict, too many bad outcomes she had seen play out too many times before. It was best to just keep moving. If no one knew what she was, and no one became important to her, then no one could hurt her.

The only problem with that plan was how lonely it was.

So when she found people that seemed kind, that treated her well and took care of her, she stayed. Even if they didn’t know the truth about her, and even if she couldn’t be a human like she wanted to be, it was better than being alone. It wasn’t until after dinner one night that she was reminded why she should have left.

The conversation began innocently enough. Jimin had been boasting about how smart she was, using how quickly she had learned to roll over as evidence of her intelligence, when Hobi brought it up.

“You know,” he started, his voice light with laughter in that way people speak when they’re talking about something they think is ridiculous, “I was reading the comments on that video of Mittens dancing I posted a while ago and there were some people who were insisting she was some sort of shape shifter, claiming that wasn’t ‘normal cat behavior’ and ‘an obvious sign she had human intelligence.’ Weird, right?”

Y/n’s heart stopped. Every inch of her being wanted to run, wanted to sprint out of that house before the conversation got any farther. But if they weren’t sure of it already, wouldn’t that just prove her guilt? She heard the boys laugh behind her, and she stayed frozen where she was.

“That is a pretty far fetched theory. Though, come to think of it, Mittens is smarter than any cat I’ve ever met,” Namjoon pointed out.

“Yeah, sometimes I swear she can understand everything we’re saying,” Yoongi added.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and Y/n whipped around. Jin was standing up, staring seriously at her with his hands flat on the table. She saw him approaching, his face devoid of any fond smile and this time maybe running was the smart thing to do but she was still frozen in place. The rest of the boys watched in confused silence as Jin picked the kitten up and held her face inches from his.

“I swear to god,” he began, his voice low, “if I find out that after all this time, after every bite of food stolen and pen that I know you misplaced, that you’ve been a shapeshifter this entire time?”

He paused, and Y/n’s heart sunk deeper into her stomach. She should’ve left as soon as her leg was healed. She had only set herself up for heartbreak. No one would accept a lying, fake, traitorous shapeshifter into their home, and she wouldn’t have been able to stay hidden forever anyways.

“You will be on dish duty for a month.”

Wait, what?

Dish duty? Y/n’s fear turned to confusion as she tried to process what he said. Had she misheard him? She must’ve. There was no way that was his idea of punishment for keeping this from them, for being what she was.

“Jin-hyung, leave her alone!” Jimin called out from the table. “Even if she is a shapeshifter, we’d just accept her as part of the family, right guys? I would’ve messed with you too if I were in her shoes. Well, paws.”

“Of course she can be part of the family,” Jin replied, rolling his eyes as if that were an obvious fact, “but she has stolen too many bites of my perfect chicken alfredo to get off without dish duty.”

“Jin-hyung you’re scaring her, just look how puffed up her tail is,” Tae scolded, walking over to Jin and gently removing the kitten from his hands.

“Ah, was I? I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry Mittens,” Jin apologized, his playful anger softening as he realized how frightened she looked.

“Don’t worry about him Mittens,” Tae said, cradling her to his chest. “He was just playing around. If you are a shapeshifter, I’ll cover dish duty for you! So don’t be afraid to tell us.”

“You know, it’d actually be pretty cool if Mittens turned out to be a shapeshifter,” Jungkook chimed in. “Maybe then she could actually play video games with me instead of just sitting on my controller.”

“That’s great and all, but how many of you guys have changed in front of her?” Yoongi pointed out.

An embarrassed silence fell over the rest of the boys, and Yoongi just chuckled, shaking his head. The conversation shifted after that, but Y/n’s mind was stuck on a loop, going over what they had said again and again.

After so long expecting only rejection and anger, their words sounded like a different language to her. It was one thing to not be angry, maybe Y/n could comprehend that. But acceptance into their family? Hell, even excitement at the idea that she could be a shapeshifter? Those ideas were so far from her expectations that trying to wrap her mind around them was like trying to wrap a shoelace around a bus.

She didn’t sleep much that night, fears and uncertainties fighting against the boys’ words as she tried to decide what to do next. There were so many risks to her revealing she was a shapeshifter, but the rewards were so tantalizing it was hard to resist just throwing caution to the wind and telling them right away. But there were so many ways it could go wrong, even if she did reveal herself she’d have to be careful. When would be the best time to tell them? Should she wait or tell them sooner so there’s less time she was keeping this from them? Would it be better to tell them all at once or just start with one person? Who would that person be?

All through the night Y/n debated with herself, playing through all different outcomes and weighing all the options until she finally let sleep take her, feeling as though she had thought it through well enough.

Come morning, she had made up her mind.

[taeguboi]

*sings shinee* oh I'm curious yeah.... I read your fave V and J hope ships so what's your favourite ship for the other members? Maybe you could give more than one if you feel like it or can't decide 😛

Let me know if you wanted more than this simple response, and I’ll hc them or something -- but for now, this is something I can reply to what would have been quickly if I didn’t add so many gifs, so thank you for asking because I love sharing my enthusiasm for bts ships... Some of these favourites will change and already have changed often, but this is currently.

Warning?: Loads of gifs because praise all those lovely gif creators!!!

Anyways, here’s 5 BTS ships I have a particular soft spot for!

Favourite Jin Ship - 2Seok

I know, this was in that post you’re referring to, but there’s no Jin ship I find myself more enthusiastic about.

Like they feed each other and do dorky dances together, and cling onto each other a lot because they get easily shook and Hobi puts up with Jin’s corniness, what’s not to love? 

Once you’ve gotten those 2Seok feels, there’s no going back.

Favourite 2Seok gif ^ *smiles fondly*

Oh, and always throw in the most kissy / huggy / skinshippy gif of a ship where possible ^

Wow I love dorks being dorks together

dfghjklgfcvbnm why does Jin remind me of Park Seojoon in some K Drama where he’s about to tease the girl

Watch this because Jin should be like Korea’s poet laureate, if they have that soz I’m English

Ah, the appreciation for this ship has come a long way and I love that other people are making content to quench my 2Seok thirst and thank you thank you thank you... I remember at one point being sad because there were literally only 3 gifs under #2Seok when I wanted to make a post... I also really briefly had a 2Seok anon which I’m really sad about now so please come back if you’re reading this? Or someone else by like 2Seok2 anon? 😅

the aim was just one gif per ship but... I don’t know the meaning of ‘just one’ apparently, even when telling that to myself... 

If you’re like me and still want more anyways, then this blog did a great ask response with plenty of 2Seok

Favourite Rap Mon Ship - Vmon

My religion 🛐 is Namjoon’s belief in Tae. English 101 with the best teacher. This ship really ignites Cypher trash [me] to anticipate V finally getting a part lmao [but seriously, V is Roman numeral for 5, it’s inevitable, surely?]

Also hands hands hands how perfect are their hands?

R & V is my favourite genre! 😁

I love when they pair up on V Live’s too; their chemistry is 👌and the conversations are just like praise praise praise

This ^ was a good era for the VMon

Puppies

Yes bby VMon look at that melanin glow and oml their faces have matured so much [and so well even though that probably seemed impossible at the time] over just these few years?

VMon in bed... that reminds me, I still need to finish ‘Blanket Kick’ lmao I started writing for that in BS&T era

I see dat ^ but I feel like I should pretend I didn’t and just let it happen?

Everyone be all like ‘Namjoon daddy’ but for Tae he’s just soft soft soft you can’t deny the scentifical facts

Favourite Suga Ship - Yoonseok / Sope

[I swear I’m not purposely trying to put V and Hobi into everything 😅]

Because Yoongi beams off Hobi’s energy, allowing the latter to completely live up to his renowned role of ‘sunshine’. Like I don’t think Yoongi is physically able to do anything other than sleep when Hobi’s not around, at least not in my mind, because Yoongi is like a solar panel that can only create energy after taking in the sun.

And come on, they literally made their own ship name with jackets to match!

Like, please never make me choose between Hobi w/ Suga or Hobi w/ Jin

Don’t you just love the way Yoongi looks at Hobi?

I think I look at Yoongi looking at Hobi in the same way that Yoongi looks at Hobi [did that make sense? I’m getting sleepy]

^ You know when you’re at a house party and you find yourself crashing on the couch and then waking up to someone you’ve always had a massive crush on, so you pretend you have a habit of ‘sleep-touching’ [if that can be labelled as an actual thing?] just so you can make that longed for contact?...

*approves of hand holding even though I usually find PDA to be ugh*

Yes

Favourite Jimin Ship - VMin 

It’s another ship I mentioned in that hc post, but brotps don’t lie.

The things they do are gay but not gay? Like there’s all this affection and these meaningful gestures but they act like they’re not dating?

VMin: I love you but no homo

The world: erm, you’re dating...

A date that isn’t a dateTM

Even Joon ships 

Models 

... who have to try their hardest to keep it professional and look bad ass but ^^

and they’re always like this ^ ya know?

and this ^

but still no homo

the BTS Koalas

Favourite Jungkook Ship - Jinkook

The way that Kookie is basically thirsty for Jin tho too? Telling the members that he will slap Jin’s butt instead of Rap Mon, or how his answer to Jin’s question of “Where do you wanna sleep” was “Your bed”...

I also love how much they make Jimin crack up [good example here, you’re welcome].

Children [irl; they aren’t in the request I’m fulfilling but anyways....] I love how although Jin is eldest hyung, it’s a completely forgotten fact whenever Kookie is around... They’re like the youngest brothers in the family that the parents had only about 2 years apart and they’re always playfighting.

Conclusion: Jungkook is a brat but Jin started it.

Paper Hearts - an emo JinKook HC no one asked for

of course you shall, Guk

See, crayons. Children. 😇

He only does this shit ^ because he thinks Jeongguk’s reactions are as cute as a button

Shoulders? Yep, same.

*sings chorus of ‘Hold Me Tight’*

and now I suddenly love people doing this hand holding thing, huh

Shoulders & thighs; Jinkook the power combo

iconic Jinkook moment because it sums them up so perfectly imo

I live for this kinda thing ^ for some reason?

Applause ^ from the world of Tumblr because this is the end of my post

[seokdick]

BF!Yoongi

(is anyone else dying because of this gif!!!!)

Wow. Last bf profile. And what better way to end than with my hubby? lol (Disclaimer: This one might be longer, idk, but I am expecting it to be since I daydream about this boy like always and have so many ideas for this *screeches* so don’t kill me. I love all seven of them pretty much equally believe me, but yoongi just tickles my pickle rn so yeah lol)

I can imagine meeting him in their rehearsal room, that white room where their dance practices are recorded, and like idk if he’ll ve interested in you at first, I really don’t know for sure because he’s very hard to read, but I feel like lowkey, secretly he is maybe not head over heels for you right away, but he’s definitely intrigued by you right away. I mean, new person who seems like they’re chill and somewhat quiet at first. Like I can see him just being himself, head lowered, concentrated on something, but  he’s secretly and efficiently(??) stealing glances your way. And like, he’s secretly kinda mad at himself because he just kinda wishes he could be like Taehyung and Hobi who are all over you, trying to show you around the white empty room (they’re so fucking extra istg) while trying to work their charms on you and  you’re asking questions and they happily answer them, and Jin has tagged along by this time and Jimin instantly has this liking towards you but he’s really shy, like he can tell you’re such a nice person and he just wishes he could be your friend and he just doesn’t know how to approach you. And Namjoon, being the most fluent in English, he’s the one who takes charge of the situation once Hobi and Tae along with the rest of the boys have run out of English phrases to stutter your way. And Jungkooj is next to RapMon, just seeing how his hyung interacts with you, tryna learn something from him. And all the while this is happening, Yoongi is just kinda sitting  there, pretending to be busy revising some lyrics (which he kinda is but he’s more focused on you and being jealous of the boys because he just won’t have the guts to go up to you) and Namjoon just calls him over so he can introduce you to him and he gets up silently. And they’re all so nice. But like, I feel like he wouldn’t necessarily be the first one you get this huge crush on because his personality just kinda makes you seem like he’s not interested or like he’ll never be. And I feel like you’ll probably fall for either Hobi, Jimin or Tae first. I mean, they’re the ones you talk to the most, with broken English and all.

But then he kinda gets tired of looking from the sidelines and just out of the blue he just starts talking to you one day about whatever--music, the weather, or how you’re liking Korea so far. And you just kinda click. Even though there are a lot of silent pauses, it’s not awkward at all, it’s mostly reflective. And he just timidly goes up to you every single day, trying to bond with you. And you keep talking to the boys, but now you’re more intrigued by Yoongi because he’s just not that talkative with people outside of bighit tbh. And you start noticing more glances directed your way, but you just smile, I mean, it must be just Yoongi being awkward around people right?????? (HOLY FUCKING SHIT NO HE AINT, THAT BOY SMITTEN!!!)

He would probably, after having established quite a strong friendship with you, have you come to his personal studio once in a while when he’s feeling lonely and wants someone (only you at this moment tbh) over. And you just kind of start spending all you’re time with him and you guys joke around and he gets super jealous when someone hits on you or tries to ask you out and though he’ll play it off as not being affected at all, when you’re alone at his studio he won’t talk to you that much, or answer your questions or comments with a “mhm” and call it a day.

You know how ppl say that Yoongi would write songs about his s/o and show it to them. He’d do that, but not quite. Like, what I mean is that I think he’d write a bunch of lowkey romantic songs about you before you guys start dating and while you’re dating. But he’d never really show them to you ever. Like he’d kinda get rid of most of the ones he wrote before y’all dated because he just thought you’d never date him because he always thought that you were too good for him. He’d get mad that he even allowed himself to fantasize about you in that way, to torture himself with such a simple pleasure. But once you guys started dating, he’d be writing those songs like all the time--the lyrics would just pour out of him.

I tbh don’t know how he’d ask you to date him. Like, he’s such a creative person, and quite the spontaneous and unreadable guy so I’ve never really though about that sorry...

First time with him could go two ways: either it’s vanilla sex (normal, non-kinky, passionate sex) or just plain filth. But he’s so versatile I think it would be a mix of the two. Like, he’d start so vanilla with you because it your first time together like this and he doesn���t want to hurt you, but he’s so passionate, and when he loves something (or someone) so much, he just lets himself go and lose control and love with everything he’s got. So it would start very lovely and soft and slow, but probs halfway, once he’s inside you (he’s such a dom) he’d love the sensation so much that he’d just whisper profanities (he’s not very vocal, mind you) into the air and probably lower himself down to your ear so you can hear the filth that you’re causing his mouth to spit out as he goes in and out of you slowly until he lOSES HIMSELF IN THE SENSATION AND STARTS RAMMING YOU HARD, SO HARD THAT YOU HAVE TO PUSH AGAINST THE HEADBOARD WITH YOUR PALMS SO YOUR HEAD WON’T BUMP AGAINST IT AND HURT YOU AND HE’LL PROBS CUMS INSIDE YOU (HE SEEMS LIKE HE LIKES THAT SHIT) AND THEN JUST KEEPS THRUSTING THROUGH YOUR AND HIS ORGASM AND HOLY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK WOW

So yeah, that’s Yoongi as ya boyfriend (briefly)

I hope y’all like these profiles.

I do want to clarify something because some of y’all are new followers altogether and don’t come from my instagram so you don’t know my writing style that well. These profiles are more free writing profiles than anything. Maybe later I’ll do ones like with bullet points and covering more date stuff and couple things altogether because these are very scattered like these are things I’ve thought of before so I just wanted to free write them. Like, my writing doesn’t tend to be this scattered lol. So I hope you enjoyed them, whether you’re a new follower or if you’ve been following my insta for a while.

Thank you for reading! (And if you read all the way through, I really appreciate it!) I’ll see what I’ll post next because I’ve been very dry of ideas and I want to start posting some (probably smut) stories :)

Again, thank you for everything, and have a great day :)

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