#taehyung lucid dream

[jeoncopi]

• — freedom overseas — •

GET INTO IT: feeling carefree each time he traveled shouldn’t be different for jungkook. as much as he wishes to feel like this back home, he can’t help but restrict himself at all times. - one thing about you working abroad and his schedules matching your timezones (better when it hits same destination), he could only wish and live for the best. ‘cause that’s exactly what he’ll get.

pairing: jungkook x reader.

word count: 3.4k

be aware of: graphic smut and unprotected sex (be always safe). reader can’t resist jk, car sex, jungkook smokes here so uhm.. y-yeah..

author’s note: since this is supposed to be a drabble (lol). hopefully my next work will end up being with more than 2k (lol) kisses and let me know what you think 😇. istg this story changed 2837 times hajaja

when you step outside the restaurant walking towards jungkook who’s smoking, footsteps froze at the sudden image.

he smokes? since.. when?

bewildered, you blink twice as your eyes carefully watch him take another hit of the small nicotine. this is definitely a whole new side of him you didn’t know about.. completely new, but it got you confused. you’re not crazy to remember him talking about his hate for cigarettes because of how much his dad used to do it back when he was little.. right? like that wasn’t a dream. you’re pretty sure he has expressed his disgust to you. almost agreeing with you.

sigh..

the more you look at him as you approach him feels like you can’t even get mad at him.

..why? well.. pinocchio wouldn’t be proud of you if you say he didn’t looked hot doing it.

ugh! what are these thoughts!

you definitely despise the smell of cigarettes! you even hate the sight of it, but why does he gives you quite the view? - you blame it on the way he carries himself with so much confidence yet— is so unbothered when he opens his mouth talking with your friends. his outfit too and how an all black combo always look so good on him.. but then, the simplest thing as him holding that tiny folded paper around his pointy and middle finger touching in between his soft and natural pink lips with a very boyish smile almost made you feel like having a lucid dream. why? because.. well, you were definely wet now.

what..? no!

yes, you are. you could feel it now. if only he could feel it through your panties..

mm.. no!!

mm.. yes!! you hated daydreaming fantasies with him like this but your body and mind could be very uncontrollable sometimes. feeling a single drop down your panties.. what can you do now? aren’t you supposed to hate this? you do! but why is your body reacting this way? it’s not wrong but it isn’t entirely right either considering you don’t like cigarettes.

deciding to ignore all the carnal thoughts running through your mind, you keep walking straight to him. as sticky and annoying as it feels.

“so.. is this your way of getting fresh air?” you start as soon as your friends started parting ways. tone rather calm compared to the troubled mindset you had a few seconds ago.

startling him, softly so. “ah.. ha. this.” he responds. eyes blinking on beat as soon as he grins. you watch carefully as his hand shakes the little tobacco rolled paper.

“yeah.. this.” shyly pointing at it, “how long has this being going on?” voice still calm, you didn’t put too much effort in questioning him. it’s his body at the end of the day and you know just how stubborn your boyfriend can get.

“mm..” smoke exhaling from his mouth and he’s mindfully careful when he does it tilting his head up for the smoke to follow that direction and not be even near close your entire face. “not long ago, actually. taehyung once brought this one vaper and i was curious by its smell each time he used it, so I bought one. strawberry ice cream, to be clear,” he laughed, you do too. “it was weird but I liked it.”

“hm..” slowly crossing your arms around your body you lean against his car in thought. not breaking eye contact even a second, jungkook could feel it. “what made you change your mind? m’not gonna lie. I’m surprised. I remember you once saying you hated it.”

and it’s like your gaze is looking for answers and jungkook can clearly see that. knows you too much. thinks it’s so cute too. the way your curiosity rises each time he takes another hit, he can trust your mind being full of unanswered questions for him. he knows what you mean as well as knowing how much you don’t like it either. but the fact that you aren’t mentioning none of it to him it just makes him look at you with nothing more but warm eyes. thinking he loves you too much.

“so do you.” he states by wanting to make that clear. so you know that he knows. so you know that he won’t and isn’t getting crazy about it, that he’s aware. but you could only understand that if he really explained why.

so that’s what he does.

“remember that day when I texted you about living one life?” you nod. “well, I decided to just give it a try. I want to try everything that I can when it comes to things that I want. be it temporally or not. during my whole life.. as long as I live, there’s probably not gonna be a second chance right?”

“right.”

“at least not in this body,” and he’s so soft spoken that when he shakes once more what’s left of the cigarette’s butt before taking his last hit, the sound of a familiar plastic sound resonates through your ears and that’s when you see him pull two tiny tabs of what seems to be gum off his pocket. and you can’t believe he just did that. suddenly the image you were seeing right now, not matching with his current actions. so you can’t help but give a small smile as soon as he handles one tab for you to take with his pretty big eyes.

he continues, “even though it damages my body a little, there’s a balance thing called in life. i’m not getting addicted and I don’t do it excessively-“

“I was worrying about that, actually..” you voice out, interrupting him. “you tend to get obsessive over things.”

it makes him smile, softly. “I know. but I won’t, I promise. you know my thing is drinking alcohol anyways.. even though that isn’t entirely good either..” making you laugh in unison as you lightly punch him.

“at least you’re aware.”

“hey!” he hugs you side ways. “candy isn’t so much good for your health either..” walking towards the side of his car so you can go.

“but i’m not obsessed.” you huff about it.

“could be. you do get a bit obsessive.” bopping your nose.

“stop!”

making him laugh, “okay.. hop on.”

“I hate you.”

“show me how much.” and.. he closes the door with the biggest playful smile.

oh.. no, not again.

and there you are, left with a big hysterical smile plastered on your lips as you try to breath in, breath out the sudden rush of your body. — come on! it’s not as if you weren’t fucking wet a few minutes ago as soon as you saw him do the things you hated the most.. right? ..you totally got this..

but who.. who were you lying to? it’s not like you could control your body when you haven’t seen him in weeks anyways..

yeah.. you were a mess.

still, you tried to play it cool. “are we heading back towards the hotel, right?” genuily asking.

he responds as soon as he closes his door. “yeah, why?” staring at you now. “wanna go somewhere else?” one palm touching your bare thigh when he asks.. you know there’s nothing wrong with it, and it should be normal at this point of your relationship too, but your hormones were getting the best of you so you just play it off, gently pulling his hand away as much as you didn’t wanted to. deep inside.

“not actually, was just asking.” it’s the truth, but jungkook only squinted his eyes before resting an arm on top of the handbrake, his face’s closer to yours. not enough for you to loose your sanity but close enough into getting a whiff of his rich cloudy scent. although, you can’t deny how fine he looked staring at you like that, his eyes always seemed to shine no matter the situation. only that this time around, everything you could sense from it was nothing more than desire flaming throughout his dark orbits.

“you know we can go wherever you want, right?” staying like that for a couple of seconds, all you can answer is a slight nervous “I know.” and jungkook can sense your sudden shyness. thinking is cute but this could only go one way or the other.. if you both play your cards right.

staring at you for a couple of seconds, jungkook’s piercing gaze switch between your lips along with your boobs and neck before getting ready to turn on the car.. making you exhale a little air after, as if you didn’t know you were holding your breath.

“originally, I wanted to get back so I could brush my teeth or something to be honest.” talking about smoking. “I’m not much of a fan of the aftertaste,” he laughs. “but if you want to go somewhere else,” a hand slides through your thigh.. again. only this time, he squeezes it two times. “I’m down for it too.”

one hand on the steering wheel, another one on your thigh.. it’s moments like these when you question if he knows how effortlessly irresistible he is.. sure, it might be something simple. he’s not doing much either. is just that his side profile and the way his hair lingers in his face and overall the way he’s shaped and how you can literally see the bump of his chest pop for how much he works out mark through his shirt that it makes you want to trace his pectorals with your fingers forever makes you want to eat him and that’s it but.. uh, isn’t that the definition of being so stupidly effortlessly hot?

when you softly press both your legs together, his hand seems to scalate close to your inner thigh..

oh jungkook.. perhaps, are you having the same thoughts as me?

still, you try your best to ignore it. “ah.. so that’s why you have gum with you, isn’t it?”

“caught.” rising both hands up as played guilty.

and as you stare at him.. you notice once again, he looked fine. your legs squeeze and you slightly arch your back when your gaze is back on the street still trying to ignore the finest hottie beside you. - jungkook, on the other hand, just smiles to himself and starts driving. you can’t help but give little sneak peeks at the way he gently but confidently grasps the wheel with one hand.. as soon as the other one approaches your thigh once again.. - he always did this but you were uncontrollable tonight. can’t help but immediately give him those eyes as soon as he reaches your beloved red light.

you swore going back to the hotel wasn’t the main priority. you wanted him now. - so slowly tilting your head to the side, your voice is airy when “babe..”

“mmh?”

and that’s when he sees you. you don’t say a word but he already knows what’s that thing you’re craving the most, and that thing it’s him. he doesn’t speak either. just staring at you under the red light, his hand traces a path towards your slowly opening legs. when you bite your lips into a smirk, his fingers are already pushing your panties to the side. confirming his most prominent thought. you’re wet as fuck.

“were you waiting for this?” eyes gazing up and down your body, his voice is cheeky when he asks. biting down both of his lip rings. “fuck. just how long were you this turned on?” playing with your clit “and why didn’t you told me..” as your body twitches. “it makes me crazy..” whispering more to himself.

—

when you’re gripping the head of his seat increasing the pressure between your arms so you could balance your jumps more deeper and precisely above him, he feels like he could cum in any moment. controlling his breathing, he tries to concentrate in order not to but the way your breast bounce and how you manage to leave quick steamy kisses over his neck makes it so hard. mostly when he has this desire to kiss all over your chest and suck on your titties. but his hands are also gripping so hard at the side of the seat, he barely touches your legs and he feels like a teenager are over again.

the fuck is this coming from him not wanting to last? he blames it on the long time you haven’t seen each other. 3 weeks exactly without your kisses and physical touch.. when he remember fucking almost (if not) everyday when you stayed at his house or he stayed at yours. - there’s always this deep desire whenever you’re close to each other, jungkook doesn’t think it will ever go away and to be honest he doesn’t even want it to ever disappear. always thinking about if it’s you, then everything will be okay.

but as you’re both very into it, something similar like a flash, lights up a little the dark street jungkook managed to set you up. - you both ignore it at first but after two more times, you stop bouncing hard on him switching to slow circular movements that still makes jungkook bite his lips for how good you feel.

“don’t stop.” he’s confident, palming your ass.

“I think there’s someone watching us.”

“I’ve notice too.”

but you both end up stopping your movements regardless.

quickly looking around, the flashes has seemed to be gone but as you keep searching for someone, jungkook just stares at you only to caught your attention back by squeezing your ass two times. making your eyes meet as he mischievously smirks.

“I couldn’t care less from last time, you know it.” sensually kissing your lips. he’s provoking you all over again.. “let them have a show. it’s what they want.”

and you know he’s referring to that one time you both fucked on a balcony being overseas too. - paparazzis had caught you fucking and while you were worried about him getting bashed for it (for the blurry clips that spreaded back then), he ended up being so calm about it to the point of fighting with his company saying he shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting to fuck his girlfriend. - and while he understands the depth of why they asked him to be careful, he still thinks it’s just bullshit and that the people who love him for him, will just accept and be happy that he’s happy experiencing what every normal person does. so why everybody can be happy but him? he’s just the same human with needs and desires..

“but this isn’t-“

“stop worrying about me. I know you can’t help it, so let me just say there’s nothing wrong with us wanting to fuck.. I bet they’ve their own experience so why can’t we have ours?”

when you hold his face, you know what he means. knowing how hard it is for him to tell you to stop worrying about it since he once told you he couldn’t just tell that to you because it make him feel careless about your feelings, but you do really get him this time..

when it comes from his personality, a part of you loved that. love that he doesn’t care, love that he always chooses his happiness because at the end of the day he knows he might only have this one life. and even if he don’t, he still wants to enjoy it at his best and that’s why when he motions your hips to move by gripping the side of your waist, both of your bodies stick so close to each other that the image of him biting his lips as he contemplates your body makes you not want to regret this and so you don’t. realizing you’ll only have this from time to time.

“fuck this.” you moan to his ear when jungkook kisses are needy and steamy, confirming just how badly he wanted to try this.

talking about it it’s something but actually experience this feeling of sex in such a limited place (even when this car is very spacious) was really hot and adrenaline reaching. windows foggy and all, it almost feel like a movie. you believe that at this rate it’s even difficult to look at inside the car so if those strangers were really filming or whatever, they’re footage will be already ruined.

you smiled a little because of that. but it didn’t lasted long when you suddenly feel both of jungkook’s hands around your hips manhandling the way you were going to start bouncing on him.

“let them see if they’re so interested in me. I couldn’t care less.” he just doesn’t give a single fuck right now and that only makes you want him more.

see, whenever he’s on his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ moment.. you believe that’s when he’s the most sexiest and dangerous. - maybe you were too into him but each time he showed this side of himself.. you can’t help but love it and be turned on for it at the same time.

—

while he treats you like his personal fucktoy, he does gives you times were you could move at you own pace. but the sounds and the way he touched you were making it hard for you so there’s nothing left when you say, “I- I want to cum.” with such a tiny desperate voice, it makes jungkook grin.

“do it.” voice tender compare with his hot-messy image. “mm, i’ll cum too if you do.” moaning afterwards.

and the good thing is that he really can make himself cum once you do. all he has to do is concentrate in the way your walls contracts into him as if they were gonna swallow, he loves it each time. say it feels too rich, too tight for him to handle. - so when you’re both done, after driving for a while, you don’t see more cars trying to follow you.

“gonna sleep so well tonight, i’m so fucking happyyy” he singsongs as soon as he lays in bed, pulling you into his chest for a hug. “no more nightmares,” he kisses your forehead. “my princess is here.”

smiling to himself, you feel so shy and loved at the same time. gently kissing his lips. “I can say the same.” lovey-dovey eyes looking at him.

he caresses your hair. ”my pretty little princess.”

you smile. “I hope you don’t go hard on yourself.” saying after knowing what’s coming if there really was someone witnessing what happened earlier.

“don’t worry.” softly smiling, “I told you I didn’t cared, didn’t I?” caressing one of your cheeks.

“hm. but still.”

it makes him look at you with warms eyes. “keep being cute. i’m grateful that you worry this much about me..”

“don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing you. it’s the truth.” pause. “I just love how caring you are because that means you really must love me..” tone serious.

“of course I do, silly!” you tease him, making him laugh.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“let’s sleep now. we’ve so much things to do..”

“..and so much little time..” you follow.

“I know.” he sighs. “but we can make it.”

“we always do.” you proudly smile, he does too.

“I love us so much.” he says once again.

you laugh. “okay, let’s sleep sentimental boy.”

“you love me this way.”

“you know I do.”

and after teasing each other for a while, you both end up falling into your sleep for a brand new, busy and maybe more exciting day..

[gard3nias]

13| The Titanic

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date: 07/09/2024

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—Now playing: Lucid Dream by Aespa ✫

Two hours away from midday, four from the school's day end.

Outside, only metres away, the bus had just parked at the terminal and its driver left all the doors open as they came out to give their body a break from continuously sitting down.

The environment around them was almost quiet. From time to time, the line of its constancy wavered oh-so-slightly whenever a toddler's squeal would escape the kindergarten walls.

As aforementioned, the big building at the end of the road seemed to welcome only silence since it contained teenagers who are expected to be more mature than the preteens in the next building, the kids in the other and the toddlers in the kindergarten but things were meant to be a bit different for now and it's not about their maturity.

It has started once again like it does every year.

Finally, someone opened the door and October was warmly welcomed inside. It kindly smiled back and Cold Breeze, Warm-coloured Dry Leaves, Half-naked Trees, Dimly Bright Days and Dark Late Afternoons slowly made their way in as well.

That day, exactly, was dimly bright with clouds coming and going, lowering the town's brightness. The breeze causing their movement was soft and therefore they moved slowly, shying the sun of space to shine. It has gone on like this for over a week now. Every time a television, a radio or just any communication device was turned on, the weather forecast would say the same thing. This year Autumn made its entrance gracefully and beautifully, peacefully even.

The high school couldn't relate though. While October behaved, well, like itself, ambitious teenage students were working with their respective teams to be elected by their fellows and represent their school.

At first sight, one could argue it all revolves around the simple title and the ego boost one gets once they receive it but it was genuinely about the students, about making their wishes come true. They had no blue genie with a funny beard to do that for them. They had to turn themselves into one—or a makeshift—in order to reach the heights that would give them a better overview of circumstances.

The students walked along the hallways with snacks in their hands. Their heads looked up to read the flyers and banners on the walls, and they were mentally collecting the number of people running in the campaign. They still had five minutes to go before the bell would ring and they'd have to retire to their respective classrooms.

It was a bit chaotic: some unserious students were rather minding their business somewhere else or making fun of their fellows' efforts in creating their banners and flyers; other interested students would stop to read and comment with their friends; in the meantime, the ambitious students would be standing next to their banners ready to clear any misunderstanding or answer to any question—and also for simple appearance.

This was the school right from the first week of October.

Now, it was the second week and the hectic environment had changed into something more controlled and it stressed the ambitious students a tad bit. Some showed it, others didn't. Adrielle fell under this category and there's nothing Taehyung wouldn't do to borrow that skill.

Because of the campaign, he and Adrielle had to take the bus earlier than usual so they could get to school and have time to set up their stand. Yes, the ambitious students were instructed to create their stands from where they could hand out flyers and handmade merch to gain popularity and therefore more votes. This cooled down the chaos from the previous week.

That morning, Jimin's eyes were puffy, his lips even puffier, when the bus stopped by his house and opened. Adrielle chuckled when she saw how distraught he appeared as he made his way to them. Taehyung couldn't muster enough energy to laugh or react at all because he was in the same situation but instead of having puffy eyes, he had stressed eyes which needed to be taken care of by wearing his glasses also to school and not just at home. Adrielle seemed like the odd one out around them because she was glowing, always smiling.

Thankfully for everyone, Jimin's eyes' puffiness faded away by the time they made it to their school. The place was empty, not fully but noticeably. The gates were opened just enough to let the few interested students in. As they went up the hill, another puffy-eyed person came into their view.

Jungkook was a mess and that is just to put it nicely, a severe understatement. Never in his life had he had to get up so early and do so many things on top of it. In the trunk of his car was everything they needed to set up their stand. Again, Adrielle stuck out like a sore thumb amongst them as she giddily went in, started taking the planks from the trunk and headed to the gazebo set up by the running tracks in the vast green land within the school's fence.

"I can't believe I won't get paid for this," Jungkook mumbled, planks in his arms. When they got to the gazebo, there was just one rival team busy building their stand. They paid them no attention as they stopped for a millisecond to choose the right spot before heading forward.

With the tools from the box Jimin carried, within twenty minutes, the stand was set, standing in all its pride. Adrielle was so happy she started clapping and giddily jumping like a baby causing her friends to smile as well despite all the tiredness lacing every inch of their body.

"This is the first time I saw you so happy, jeez," Jungkook spoke again as he helped Jimin put the tools back in the box.

"Obviously! It looks so pretty. Thank you!" she replied before taking her weighty backpack where she'd placed everything needed to decorate the stand. Jungkook and Jimin momentarily left to keep the box in the car while Taehyung and Adrielle dived into the decoring. They had to hurry up because the clock was ticking, other students were arriving and classes would start soon.

In the meantime, around a week earlier, Daphne was messily bolting down the stairs of her home with her hoodie hanging by her arm, the same holding her backpack and phone held to her ear with the other shoulder. On the other end of the phone was Cleo in a very similar situation, hurriedly clearing the table from everything she used for breakfast and rushing with her things to the entrance so she could put her shoes on.

That morning, there was no adult available to drive them to school and life decided it was the perfect day for time to rush faster and have them stress about missing the bus.

When Daphne succeeded in putting her shoes on, she immediately ended the phone call, slung her backpack over the shoulder and ran out, closing the gate in a chaotic way. A few steps away, Cleo was doing the same thing, increasing her speed when she heard Daphne scream for her to hurry up. In a split second, they were both running down the hill, out of their neighbourhood and onto the side of the road.

The sky was similar to a summer morning. The sun's bright rays enhanced the clouds' shape. Birds were chirping, leaves were moving. The only difference was in the slightly fresher breeze lingering in the air.

"Fuck, it's right there!" Cleo screamed, seeing the bus coming from behind them. The girls increased their speed even further, hair flying in the air, backpacks threatening to fall off their shoulders and legs feeling like they wanted to give out on them. Right at that moment, the bus drove past them but the stop was just a few feet away from them so luckily for them, as the bus slowed down, stopped, opened the doors and other passengers got on, the girls had enough time to catch up and get on before the doors closed once again.

Their self-assigned seats were empty as usual. The girls were breathing heavily and laughing too as they walked down to the back of the bus, trying not to trip and fall since it already started moving. Once they made it safely, they flopped down on the seats with hair strands already sticking to their foreheads and heavy huffs of air coming out their mouths.

"Oh, my God! Never... again," Daphne forced out, chest going up and down to take in as much oxygen as it could. Cleo chuckled, "I don't even know how it happened," she complained before sitting up better. Daphne chuckled back but it caused her to cough, simultaneously making Cleo laugh even harder. Daphne smacked her friend's lap urging her to stop laughing because it was causing her to laugh and cough even more.

When they both calmed down, breathing and body temperature-wise, they got into their hobbies: crocheting and reading. While Cleo stayed focused on her activity with an airpod in, playing soft music, Daphne couldn't focus on hers, lifting her eyes off her book whenever the bus would stop and open the doors.

It's been days since she hasn't Taehyung nor his blonde friend and she was curious as to why. She loves Cleo and her company so much but it's boring compared to all the rush of emotions and butterflies she'd get whenever the boy was there and she was missing it. She'd check a few times and as the bus would get fuller, the number of passengers wouldn't allow her to see well so she'd finally give up and focus on the open book in her hands.

If only she knew what was really going on. Neither Cleo nor her friends were too invested in the electoral campaign. They just knew that it was on from the first week of October but they were oblivious to all the stress it put the ambitious students through.

The tired-eyed friends, Jimin and Taehyung, had been working on the presentation every day since the beginning of the month. Jimin had been sleeping off at Taehyung's for days now. Since the first week, Jimin had been rushing past his home sitting next to Taehyung on the bus as they headed to his home. Once they'd arrived, Taehyung would prepare lunch with his friend, switching between helping him out and playing with his dog. After lunch, they'd have a little power nap because that's what a full stomach does to you.

Once awake, they'd immediately get to work, looking for inspiration from the Internet, taking necessary pictures and working on how to set the presentation itself.

Almost on the opposite end of their home, in hers, Avyanna was dressed comfortably with her glasses on, partly lying on her couch as she watched another teen movie about cheerleading on her iPad. On the coffee table by her were various snacks and drinks to her reach so she wouldn't need to get up every minute—unless she had to ease herself into the bathroom. Snuggled between her body and the couch was a little notebook where she wrote down various things she found helpful to her case. At the same time, her phone occasionally buzzed as messages came from a new little group chat she had created with a few other friends of hers who could lead the auditions with her.

At last, a few blocks from her place was Jungkook working on making his house good enough to welcome an important party—yeah, usually his parties were for simple fun but now it was also for an electoral campaign. With help from his father, he'd hired a few people to work on a few parts of the house he didn't find exactly good enough for the party. He planned to share the party into two parts: the first one would go from its beginning to the end of the evening and it would include the welcoming of the guests, a good presentation from Adrielle once all the guests had arrived and dinner; the second part would go from the end of the evening to the end of the night and it comprised everything one does at a teen party like drinking, beer pong, music and hook-ups.

The first part was essentially for Adrielle and the second for Taehyung—him included because he'd never deny himself a good time.

He just had to make all the necessary spaces available and back it up with the right staff service. Occasionally, Jimin would pass by his house since he'd offered to help with the food.

—Now playing: The Unforgiven by Metallica ✫

Other than all this activity for the campaign, the first week of October felt hectic to Daphne because she'd have to take her physics test on the very ship-sinking topic she'd been struggling to understand.

In between hanging out with friends and running house chores, Daphne also prioritised her studies—placing physics at the top of the list out of all the subjects.

As October inched closer and closer, she had to pass on various hang-outs with her friends because the anxiety was growing on her. The wall behind her desk was littered with little Post-it notes about the topic—her bathroom mirror was not spared. Everything she did revolved around that topic so much so even the book she reads in the morning on the bus had to be momentarily replaced by her physics notes.

The official day was Friday.

That morning, she woke up an hour earlier than usual just so she could revise everything as she had breakfast. Once the hour hand pointed at six, she went upstairs to shower and get dressed. One can already imagine what she was doing as she took on those tasks. She was mumbling physics formulas and definitions so much it spiked her parents' attention as they asked her what was going on. "Physics test today," she quickly answered before resuming her activity.

Luckily for her, Cleo was just in the same mood to revise, so they both talked about physics as they went to school. Since the test was right in the morning, at the first hour of the day, once they got to class, they weren't the only ones revising. Their classmates were repeating formulas and definitions to each other as they separated the desks and got everything they needed to undertake the test.

Daphne's desk already presented two pens, a pencil, a rubber, a calculator and the paper she'd need to make all her calculations while she revised with Asher. Cleo decided to repeat a few things to the other two because they were so dumb they made her feel smarter—give my girl her little moment to shine.

As soon as the bell rang, Mr Keeley walked in, a bag in one hand while the other held a pile of papers. He waited for everyone to sit down but explained a few rules in the meantime.

Daphne was feeling a bit confident. She'd revised so much for this and from her little moment with Asher, she deducted that she was ready. He told her as well. In fact, he told her that there was no way she'd fail her test. Yeah, she smiled at that but it quickly vanished when she remembered something else: she remembered everything right now for the test but in order to not forget any, she'd have to forget anxiety.

When the test was handed to her, she immediately got into it, writing her answers almost robotically to the easy first questions about the theory. Her head hovered over the test. Nothing could distract her, at least nothing coming from her surroundings. No one could disturb her in that moment if not herself—or something from herself.

She read the score points next to each exercise and noticed how the theory questions weighed less and the exercise with the highest score point was a long one she decided was right to leave for last. So she solved the first one. It was easy. No confusion. No random scribbles in her view. No gibberish. No shuffling of letters. No holes in the ship.

She still had two exercises to go and moved on to the next 'easy' exercise which differed from the previous one for having an extra question, A and B. The first part was easy, she solved it as fast as she did with the first exercise. The second part is when the ship started wavering.

The more she read, the more it got confusing. The answer would come into her mind as fast as it disappeared. It happened the first time, the second and the third time. She knew where this could lead so she stopped for a moment, dropped her pen on the desk and cupped her face, rubbing it to calm herself. Eyes closed and deep breaths. Once she felt ready, once again, she took the pen, another last deep breath and read the second part all over again.

Mentally encouraging herself, she wrote a few things down on her paper to organise her thoughts before connecting everything somehow and starting to solve the problem but as she did so, typing numbers on her calculator, all the connections suddenly broke, leaving out only weak and shattered strings. Her forehead wrinkled as everything slowly started losing all sense.

It took her nothing to start questioning everything she knew. "Was it all a lie? Did I gaslight myself into believing I was ready? But Asher told me there's no way I could fail and that means that I'm ready, right? Right? What happened? What's happening to me?"

What was happening to Daphne was another moment when she let anxiety take control of her senses. As soon as the problem got too complicated and the answer wasn't as obvious, she felt like her brain started malfunctioning and everything she knew disappeared in thin air.

The more she questioned herself, the more blows she got, almost eradicating the bottom half of the ship. It's definitely sinking.

Anyone looking in from the outside could tell that, one, whatever she was reading on that sheet was very complicated or, two, she was trying to recollect her thoughts and struggling to do so. It was most likely the second option.

She lifted her head off the sheet and looked around for her friends. Cleo was busy writing, Asher did the same. Nick was typing on his calculator and James had just stopped staring into nothing to write whatever he was thinking about on his paper. Was she the only one having it hard right now?

She refused to ponder too much on the problem and decided it was right to move on to the next despite it being the most difficult part of the whole test. Eyes closed, deep breaths and she dived in, trying her best to take control of the steering wheel so anxiety wouldn't lead her straight into a brick wall.

Skip to a few days later, it was Wednesday, the second day of the hour, just before break time. The nine o'clock bell had already rang and the teacher left to attend their next class while the students prepared for their next one. The preparation wasn't the usual one where you'd remove a certain subject's notebook and exercise book to bring out another one's. There was a 99.9% chance Mr Keeley had checked the tests and would hand them out—especially considering that Daphne's classroom comprised few students.

Daphne was fidgeting in her seat, seemingly the only person in her friend group worried over it. She sat on the edge of the chair. Couldn't afford comfort because her insides were having an Olympic gymnastics performance, her anxiety being the puppeteer master. She'd fully tied her hair back because if she ever were to be disturbed even by the smallest hair strand, her stress could lead her to make herself bald. Her hands were together between her thighs, occasionally coming out only to rub on them. Her lower lip was partly between her teeth as she picked on the chopped skin or bit her inner cheeks. She wasn't sweaty. Okay, she probably was, but it was certainly cold at least from how one could tell seeing all the goosebumps texturing her arms. Or maybe it could just be the chilly Autumn breeze. Who knows?

The classroom wasn't either too noisy or silent but just as busy as any classroom with anxious students could be. When it totally quieted down, all playful and inattentive students understood that Mr Keeley had arrived. Daphne wasn't among them—she was probably the first to see the teacher.

"Good morning," his dry tone greeted, gaining a similar response, the only difference was that he was his usual self while the students were anxious and momentarily lost their voices.

"As I think all of you suspect, I have graded your tests but before I hand them out, I must say a few things." Daphne, along with a handful of her classmates, gulped down saliva, fidgeted a bit more in their seats and increased their attention.

"It wasn't the best... especially since it's the first test of the year. Just not a good way to start," his dry voice spoke. Dry but surely not as much as Daphne's throat. Right at that moment, flashbacks from the day of the test started overwhelming her brain. "How many mistakes did I make? Are they enough for me to fail the test?"

There was a similar reaction across the classroom. Some hissed or complained out loud, others remained silent just as she was. With that said, Mr Keeley proceeded to sit down and open his register where he'd write the marks as he handed out the tests. "They are not in alphabetical order so..." he spoke again before putting his glasses on and clearing his constantly dry voice.

"Oh, my God," she heard Cleo sigh next to her. Daphne was looking straight ahead at the pile of papers among which was hers with hopefully a sufficient grade marked in red.

She flinched a little when Mr Keeley called the first surname. As the girl went up to his desk, he registered her grade next to her surname and handed out the test. Everyone's eyes moved to the girl's face to see if she'd have a happy or a sad expression. She simply watched the paper in her hands, showing no emotion.

"That can't be good," Daphne thought to herself, sitting closer and closer to the edge of the chair. The next surname was called and that's how it went on till it was Asher's turn. All his friends followed his movement with their eyes as he got up, walked to the desk, and checked his test while Mr Keeley registered the grade. Again, no real reaction.

"Are they all this bad or is it just Asher?" Daphne immediately questioned herself while Cleo verbally asked her friend how it went. The response was: "Not bad but not good as well."

"What do you mean by 'not good'? Is it objectively not good or just not how you usually perform—" Cleo's surname was called. With bulging eyes, she moved her chair back to make way for herself.

Daphne's eyes followed her friend and once the grade was seen, Cleo scrunched her face. "Okay, that's certainly not good," Daphne mentally said.

"I wasn't expecting it to be like this," Cleo admitted once back at her desk. The number sitting in the top corner of her paper was five-and-a-half. Daphne's eyes bulged out, curious as well as to why. She revised with Cleo during their trip from home to school. Cleo was prepared, certainly not as much as she was because she wasn't as anxious but enough to get a good grade. Yes, a good grade, not just a sufficient one. Before Daphne could make all the connections she wanted or try to comfort her friend, her surname was called.

The feeling that settled within her was urging her to stop by the trash can on the right and throw up but she pushed through. By the time she was standing next to Mr Keeley, he'd already marked her grade on his register and simply handed the paper to her without uttering a word or even looking her in the face. She didn't know what force or power flowed through her whole arm and reached her fingers enough to let her collect that paper but she was able not to let the paper drop to the floor. The last thing she'd want to deal with is embarrassment from such a scene—it would hunt her all life long.

Her sight was getting blurry and she was thankful—anything not to see that ugly number in red. With almost nothing left within her, she walked back to her desk and slumped down on the chair as Cleo stretched to see the grade. She didn't mean to gasp loudly hence the hand on her mouth but she also never thought that all that effort she'd seen Daphne put in this topic would be in vain. She didn't speak though, just went on with her life to give her friend the much-needed space.

Daphne's eyes were full of tears, glowing in ugly pride. They were so full but she didn't dare to let anyone slip out. Like muscle memory, her hand went to the back of her head to remove the rubber band holding her hair and all the pins keeping her bangs back so, from the side, no one could see her face. No one would see her break down. No one would see her feel broken and ashamed for letting anxiety get the best of her, again.

It didn't take long before Mr Keeley finished handing out all the tests and was looking at all the grades written on his register.

"As you all know, a lot of you failed the test and it can't remain like that." His voice suddenly changed and became cold as he opened his agenda and took a black pen.

"Since many of you failed it, I'll give you above a month to prepare and that leaves us... in the last week of November. I'm giving you this much time meaning that there won't be any second chances. The study is autonomous but you can always ask me questions. Until then, we'll move on to the next topic."

Daphne felt very irritated. By her hair, because she wanted it out of her face but also in so no one would see her. By the ugly red number that wouldn't go away from her paper or memory. By Mr Keeley's monotonous voice. How could such a sound be so flat but still deviate and hit sensitive nerves? She was also irritated by the stupid pen in her fingers that refused to function properly. Her tears painted her agenda's page darker than this fucking ink but she didn't like it. In fact, she hated it. Hated that she was crying. Hated that she failed. Hated that everything she did was in vain. Hated that she'd let anxiety write in her stead that day and she fucking hates how this stupid pen just couldn't write properly and, worse, how it looked on the wet spot a tear had just created.

"Mr Keeley, may I go to the bathroom?" she mustered all her energy to ask him the question, hoping he wouldn't look up and just give her the answer she needed. He met her expectations because he simply agreed without stopping whatever he was writing on his agenda.

Daphne got up, trying so hard to be calm. When she asked him the question her voice fortunately wasn't shaking nor her legs now as she was walking to the door, out in the hallway and to the bathroom.

The change of environment seemed to cause her tears to start flowing more and, by the time she made it to a stall and closed the door, her face was soaked. She wasn't sobbing. At least, not audibly. She was just profusely crying, nothing could stop the tears. She closed the toilet lid and sat on it, legs immediately to her chest and arms holding them close.

If anyone walked into that bathroom, they would see an occupied stall but they would never be able to tell what was happening behind the door because there was pure silence. Daphne wasn't breathing hard or loudly sobbing. Her tears were just flowing like a river and it was just a matter of time before even that would start to annoy her. Just a matter of minutes before the infamous shame would dawn upon her.

She couldn't think straight at that moment. Couldn't think about what to do, how to help herself and how to make the goddamn tears stop rushing. She didn't have her phone with her else she would've tried using it as a distraction—not like it would've worked much because she's pretty stubborn, especially when Anxiety is whispering in her ear what to do and how to do it.

That emotion was a monster to her. A monster with a melodious voice to the point that it could have her do anything, anything as in letting it take control. It always had its big hands on her shoulders, long fingers clawing in her flesh whenever she tried to fight it. Daphne couldn't see its face because it was always standing behind her. She could only hear its voice. It sounded like the best things on her earth: the voice of a nice old lady who loves kids, the honey-like voice of powerhouse singers, the pleasing tingling sound of wind chimes, the harmonious result of an orchestra playing a classical song or the sound of birds chirping in the morning. It sounded like one of them but also all of them combined. Almost irresistible. Almost. What hurt was its fingers which were getting deeper and deeper into Daphne's shoulders. It would be easy to stop listening to the voice. The real problem was that painful, strong and bloody grip. It seemed like if Daphne ever were to let it go, it would do anything in its power to scar her. A reminder of how weak she used to be.

Daphne was alone in all of this. Dayanne knew but not enough to really help her. To fall into the ultra dimension where the only existent beings were her sister and the monster. The dimension was empty, null of any life or colour. Just Daphne sat on a chair as if tied to it. The real 'rope' that was tying her was the deeply buried fingers in her shoulders, holding her down. The only fingers out of her flesh were the thumbs used by the monster to rub and ease the pain. To tempt Daphne more and have her succumb to its requests.

In this world, the only life was within Daphne who was aware. Her eyes showed emotions. Her mouth screamed for help but she was weak so her eyes showed nothing to the people around her and her voice wasn't loud enough to breach the end of the dimension and reach out for help.

No one really knew about her struggles. Everybody could generally say that she was an anxious person and that is where it stopped.

Her friends right now, didn't think she was trying to set herself free from the claws of a monster. They simply thought she was sad, as sad as anyone whose efforts resulted in vain. So they were thinking of ways to help their friend.

In their group only Asher's grade was sufficient. He'd taken a borderline 6. Cleo took a 5.5 while Nick and James took a 5.25. Daphne's grade was the lowest. A clean-cut five. For any student not as diligent as her, five would be a nice grade, not too bad but Daphne had bent herself over backwards to study and get a good grade. A five would be good for someone who really didn't put in the effort, someone who isn't Daphne.

The four friends were texting in a separate group created just for this reason. They planned to do something to lift their friend's mood up.

James dropped the first proposal: buying her something from the bar, a sweet snack or a sandwich. Cleo cleared it out of the way because she was certain Daphne wouldn't be feeling hungry.

The second proposal was given by Nick: since they had PE class the last two hours of the day, as they ran on the tracks, they should play with her. Tickles, soft pushes and little pokes in the side. The idea was taken into consideration but Cleo always reminded them it possibly wouldn't work depending on how sad she was.

So Asher brought his to the table: a lunch in the park after school. At first, Cleo wanted to object, thinking that Daphne would want to go straight home but she didn't and they all agreed on that.

Right when they turned their devices off, Daphne walked in, looking normal. Good at masking emotions—a skill she'd already mastered with experience.

—Now playing: Ballon d'Or by Gemitaiz ft Nayt ✫

"Which park are we going to exactly?"

Less than five minutes were left before the bell would ring and the day would come to an end for the students. The school gym, which once contained running and jumping students, was now empty and subtly silent. The PE teacher had just opened all its doors and windows to change the air before finishing with a few of their tasks. Adjacent to the gym were the changing rooms, boys on the left and girls on the right from where students would come out one by one, greeting the teacher and heading to the exit.

James, Asher and Nick were already standing by the exit, waiting for their friends to finish so they could leave.

"You gotta give me a minute. I have to call my mother."

Their plan didn't work. Daphne didn't participate in the lesson and just told the teacher she wasn't feeling fine. As they ran warm-up laps around the gym, whenever they'd pass by her, they tried to cheer her up by making jokes or funny faces but the most they would receive was a quick little smile that barely altered her lips. She was very sad and Cleo was very worried for her hence her lack of focus during the last two hours.

Once the teacher dismissed the class and urged everyone to change, the friends concluded they had to go with Asher's plan.

"So, it's not exactly a park. It's just a green field with a good view—"

"It's perfect! Where is it?" The boys were whispering to each other because they didn't know when Cleo and Daphne would turn around the corner and reach them. With his eyes on his phone, Asher scrolled through his gallery looking for the picture of the field and once he did, he called for his friends to see it. Three heads hovered over the device as James and Nick expressed their surprise. "Damn, it's beautiful,"

"Fucking perfect. Is it too far from school? How do we get there?" Nick questioned.

"By train. It's like a stop before the amusement park," Asher looked up at his friends to see if they found the distance a problem and they kind of did.

"How the fuck do we get to the train station? How would we go about the tickets and shit?"

"The tickets ain't a problem and the train station is twenty minutes away by foot. We can... we can do it," Asher had already calculated everything that's why he brought it up at all.

"Then what about the food? How would we go about that?" James was the one to ask this time around.

"We could stop at the mall and buy picnic stuff. It'll be cute. Y'all have nothing to worry about," Nick and James exchanged glances, not fully opposed to it nor fully agreeing.

"You sure?"

"A hundred fucking per cent but I have to call my mother first and at least know if I can take money from the credit card—"

"Then why the fuck are you still here?!" Nick quietly screamed but within seconds, Asher's patience ran out and he didn't even bother to answer. He just rushed outside to call his mom.

"Sorry, Asher just went out to answer a call," James reassured the teacher who heard the door open and close but didn't see what or who went out or came in.

It was a matter of seconds before the girls were exiting their changing rooms. The first one was Daphne who, since she didn't participate in the class, was already dressed, hoodie on and backpack hanging by one shoulder. She was leaning on the wall opposite the changing rooms' entrance waiting for Cleo to finish and join her.

In the meantime, James and Nick were getting nervous because they feared they might not be able to go through with this other plan. Yet again.

"Why the fuck didn't he call his mother before? He had the whole fucking day to do this. We planned this shit in the morning," Nick whispered. James couldn't come up with an answer to that and silently looked outside the glass windows in the gym's door where Asher was walking up and down whilst talking on the phone.

"I don't fucking know," he finally replied, sighing and ripping his eyes off his friend to look at Nick, "I ain't the smart one. He is!" he whispered back in frustration. Nick just leaned on the wall and crossed both his arms and legs, hoping for the best.

"I just know that if this doesn't work, I don't know what could happen to Daph—"

"Why are you talking like she'll kill herself or something? It's stupid physics—"

"Yeah, and I wish she saw it the same way. Did you see her face when she took that fucking paper in her hands? My girl was about to drop dead right then and there," Nick was still silently yelling.

Before thinking of a reply, James moved his eyes to Daphne's figure across the gym. She was still leaning on the wall, curtain bangs preventing anyone from his position to really make out her side profile. She looked like a normal teenage student at that moment: legs crossed, one arm across her torso while the other held her phone. All normal but her friends knew her despite the little time she's been living here. She's been way too normal that day. They knew how hard she studied for the test and they knew, just like anyone else really, how bad it hurts to see your efforts go in vain. But they also knew that Daphne's reaction wasn't the one anyone would expect after such an event.

James remembers what happened in the library, remembers how pissed she was both at them and at the stupid physics topic. He can clearly remember that he wasn't happy to see her walk out of the library but at that moment he thought it was right to let her go, give her peace. Right now... he knew that the apparent peace she was showing was just masking a terrible thunderstorm of emotions within her.

He, just like his friends, would not try to force her to get comfortable and open up to them about everything because it wouldn't be comfortable both for her and them. So their best option was to lift up her mood and get her distracted. If then she'd want to open up, then so be it. Everything has its own time.

"Let's just hope we can go through with this plan—"

"Okay, we're good to go," Asher walked back in, the door slamming close behind him. Nick and James's expressions changed instantly and their mood lit up a bit. They didn't have the chance to celebrate or congratulate their friend before Cleo and Daphne walked up to them, Cleo's eyes bouncing from one to another.

Since it was just a matter of moments before the bell rang, they asked the teacher for permission to leave, and once given, they gave their greetings and left, walking out on the stone path leading to the gates where some of their classmates already were, waiting for the gates to open.

"So... I was hoping that we could hang out today..." Nick started, putting up a little play. His friends immediately got the message.

"I'm down," James immediately agreed. Everything seemed normal: Nick is always the first to ask to hang out and James is always the one to agree first. They just had to follow the normal order.

"I'm free right now so yeah, I guess I'm in too," Asher agreed second. Nothing different, just his usual demeanour.

"I don't really think so," Daphne spoke. Nick's neck snapped in her direction, already fearing for the worst. "I just don't feel like it—"

"Daph, it's just a way to loosen up and forget about this disgusting physics test which has me wondering if Mr Keeley really graded us correctly," Cleo finally joined. James glanced in her direction because he didn't want their motive to be so obvious and, worse, explained to her but indeed the test didn't go well for basically all of them and they all could use a good time too.

"I know right? Like... Asher got a six and almost everyone didn't pass. The highest grade in class today was 6.75 from Valerie. Like what the fuck?" Daphne didn't know what her friends were doing, no suspicions. She didn't know that for as much as the conversation seemed normal, there was more to it. She simply listened, trying to draw sense out of their opinions and look for any source of comfort.

She mentally agreed with them though. She wasn't the only one to fail the test, neither in their friend group nor the class as a whole.

"Surely Mr Keeley is to blame as well seeing the results," she spoke quietly, almost just to herself, unaware of how happy that made her friends because she was participating in the conversation and wasn't putting the full blame on herself.

"Fuck yeah if he's to blame. I told you! Brother doesn't know how to fucking teach and it showed so much this time because the topic isn't so easy to understand," James simply went by what he always believed of Mr Keeley and Daphne nodded to his words. Zero suspicions.

"So, are you down for a hangout today?" Nick was the one to ask. Daphne really wasn't in the mood to hang out but she also knew that if she went home she wouldn't find Dayanne there and therefore no one to talk to about the real problem. She'd still be alone... with her thoughts, with the guilt and with that fucking monster. She'd rather not.

"Cleo you coming?" she replied with a question. Cleo eagerly nodded and with that, Daphne decided to join them, telling them she'd just text her mom about it.

As her fingers worked on the screen, moving from her home screen to Whatsapp and on to her mother's contact, her friends were side-eyeing each other, happy to have succeeded and complimenting each other for their acting skills.

Daphne's mom didn't take long before she replied, wishing her daughter a great hangout and warning her to be safe. A quick little reply from the girl and the phone was turned off and slipped back into her pocket.

"I'm in too." The hardest part of the job was done.

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[inliar]

it’s still beautiful

word count: 655

taehyung x reader, lucid dreamer au

based off of this song lyric that starts at 3:14, not the whole song. this is a korean song, but english subtitles are in the closed caption.

warnings: implied death

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“Taehyung.” You whispered - softly, as if not to disturb his slumber. But Taehyung was awake. He wanted nothing more than to be disturbed from where he laid, to open his eyes and gaze upon your face.

“Mm, not yet.” He murmured as he attempted to keep a neutral expression. “Five more minutes?”

“It really is beautiful outside, though.” You said, and Taehyung was suddenly aware of the soothing breeze that danced over his arms.

He opened his eyes, only to immediately narrow them into a hardly open squint. The radiance of the perfectly blue sky was blinding, and the fat, puffy clouds lazing inside of it did nothing to help his poor eyes. Carefully, he slung one arm over his forehead to block the shade as he sat up.

“Your back is so messy!” Your voice fussed behind him as the pressure of what he presumed to be hands swept over the back of his shirt. “I knew we should have brought a blanket.”

Taehyung chose not to reply, instead choosing to take in his surroundings. A  sprawling, crystal clear lake met his gaze, adorned by luscious oak trees around its circumference. The sight was too immaculate for him to bear. 

Too flawless to exist.

“Are you hungry?” He heard you ask, innocently.

It was as if one moment he knew nothing, and the next moment he knew everything. It did not come as a startling realization that blindsided his being. It was much worse. It came to him peacefully, laced with agony and wretched, raw heartbreak.

Almost unwittingly, he turned around to face you.

You were beautiful. You always were. The sunlight caressing your skin made it appear believably soft, and he wanted nothing more than to bundle you tightly into his arms and never let go. Your eyes shining with hope and mirth made his heart lurch and jump out of rhythm, and he knew that if he looked away it would tear him apart, that he would spend the rest of his days pining for what could never be. The cute little quirk dancing on your mouth sucked the air out of his lungs and he knew, try as he might, that he wouldn’t be able to breathe properly for the rest of his meager life.

The feeling of tears trickling down his cheeks jarred him from his trance. “Oh.” He said, wiping his eyelids and cheeks with his palms. “Sorry.”

You looked just as he remembered.

True to his masochistic nature, he spent a day with perfect, perfect you in this perfect, perfect world. The picnic you had packed was the best food he had ever eaten in his whole life, and he swam with you amidst the setting of the sun. Your laughter had never sounded so sweet, and his heart was dangerously, impossibly full.

But his mind was intensely, realistically, troubled.

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Taehyung woke up to the horribly jolting sound of his alarm. He opened his red, swollen eyes, only to immediately narrow them into a hardly open squint. The light that streamed through his unobstructed window was blinding to his sleep adjusted eyes, although he was pretty sure that the long, winding cover of grey clouds he noticed helped him to some extent. He slowly sat up as he reached for his phone and shut off the alarm.

He took in his surroundings. His room was exactly the same as he had remembered. There were clothes strewn on the floor he made a mental note to pick up at some point, and a pile of unreturned library books teetering dangerously by his bedside table.

Taehyung felt his stomach growl, and his ignorance was replaced by the gaping sensation of hunger. ‘Are you hungry?’ A voice inside of him asked, innocently.

The dream.

The feeling of tears trickling down his cheeks jarred him from his trance. “Oh.” He said aloud, this time letting the tears fall.

You’re still so beautiful.

[callicoversy]

Concupiscence: The Art Of Seducing You Through Dreams

Summary:

...What did you dream about?

I saw I was lost at sea...

...and that sea had the color of lust.

And what color was that?

Gold…

It was gold…

And I was sinking...

Taehyung has been having very weird dreams lately... Dreams where a doe-eyed boy claims his whole world on red linen sheets. When his father tells him that he's getting married to a woman he has only known for a couple of months, Taehyung is forced to go back to Daegu to meet his new stepmother and her son... the same doe-eyed boy he's been seeing in his dreams.

Tags: 29.4k words, Rated E, modern au - house in the woods, architect Tae, cambion Jeongguk, incubi, succubi, smut, angst, hallucinations, lucid dreaming, violence, blood, horror, mental breakdown, supernatural elements

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[shadowofahope]

Lucid || 02

Latibule

; a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort

Pairing: Idol!Kim Taehyung x undefinable her

Warnings:

Premise: What if this lucid dream isn’t his? What if he isn’t the only one brought here? What if she’s the one deciding? Either way, she never speaks a word.

Wc: 1k

masterlist || 01

Spending the day with his Hwarang Hyungs, was always fun. Joking around in interviews, teasing each other, making funny faces in for the photoshoots. Taehyung tried to keep up with the others, he really did. But his focus kept slipping back to her.

He can’t get the image of the girl out of his head. The twinkle in her eyes filled with so much wonder. the freckles decorating her face like constellations. Her light brown hair dancing in the warm winds, mirroring her white, soft dress. Skin untouched by the sun, white as nothing he’s ever seen, white but glowing warmly. 

It wasn’t just her though. Whatever world he is seeing in his dreams, he knows there’s so much more. More he wants to see, past the field, the meadow and carousel. More than he would give anything to see. His mesmerizing, vivid hiding place. Safe from the loneliness of the real world. The pain from feeling less than before, unnecessary in a world that keeps moving, but also stands still. Buzzing with excitement for the last half of his work day, he manages to finish, offering apologies to his hyungs for not going to dinner with them. His need to return to his world stronger than anything he’s ever felt. 

Through each day he had sworn he had lost his ability to smile. His anxiety and dark cloud loomed overhead, never giving him a moment of peace. It was an isolation he didn’t know how he could explain. When the world shut down, maybe he did too. The only thing dragging him through they day was the thought of sleeping that night. As the minutes ticked by the more he was itching to go.

Upon reaching the dorm, forcing himself to eat a cup of instant ramen and take a shower, his excitement turns to worry however, instantaneously as a realization swarms him. What if he doesn’t go back tonight? What if that was it? Two nights of finally feeling rested. Two nights of finally feeling not alone. Panic stricken mid shower, Taehyung frantically finishes getting ready for bed. 

“Please go back, Please go back.” He chants while lying in bed. This time choosing to not send a goodnight message to the GC. Why did he always have to be the one who made the effort? It only made him feel more alone. 

“Please, please, please.” Hugging his pillow to his chest, a single tear slips, catching on his nose. His eyes close slowly, letting himself be enveloped by fear of never seeing his beautiful world again. Knees coming up to huddle into the fetal position, as he loses consciousness.

His eyes fly open, breathing in the warm air as it passes through the grass. Instantaneously he’s on his feet. Taking in the beauty of the world around him. The vibrant pastels, the delicious comforting air, the aura of safety. Wearing the same muted clothes as before, almost as if they are out of place within this beauty. But he knows better. This is for him. This is his world. 

Before he can take a step, he realizes something is missing. Where’s the hum? The feeling of being drawn to the meadow with the carousel? It’s not there. Was the girl gone? She always hums for him. 

With confusion filling his mind, he almost doesn't notice the song returning. But he does hear it. But it’s not coming from the usual direction. He spins around with a smile already on his face. 

She’s standing in the tall grass just like he is, a few meters away. Wearing the same flowy white dress, as she has done before. She’s been waiting here for him. When he makes eye contact with her, she returns his smile. 

Taehyung bounds over to her happily. This is new, this is different. 

“What are we doing today?” He asks her excitedly. So many questions flooding his mind, but giving her silence instead. Knowing she always seems to know what he's thinking.

She extends her hand out for him to take, without hesitation he reaches out. Grasping her hand as she intertwines their fingers, turning away from him she takes off away from the field into the trees, pulling Taehyung behind her. 

He keeps his pace slower than hers so he can take in the surrounding forest, letting her lead him. The forest is beautiful. Trees seem to reach higher than they did on the outside. The canopy high above, blocks out most of the sun, but still lets enough light in to make the forest look like it’s almost glowing.  

The magic of this world was almost too much to be perceived. Was the world worth running through if it didn’t feel like this? Her warmth in his hand, the calming excitement in the air. This was what he wanted to draw breath in, to feel like he was alive again…finally again.

She keeps their speed as they run past  what looks like glowing rock formations in a small clearing. All he can do is take it in, as much as he can. 

His gaze lands back on her as she slows them down. She gives his hand a little tug as they breach the other side of the forest. Light blinds Taehyung momentarily. Blinking rapidly to refocus, he feels a strong breeze rush past him. He brings a hand up to his cheek, feeling a dusting over wetness hit him. 

His eyes adjust and he gasps. 

A cliff's edge, built of rocks lining a racing sea. The sun catches on the surface of the crystal water, making it look outlined with gold. Pastel clouds drift around them, it’s as though they are a part of the sky now. Beneath the water there looks like twinkling stars, glowing softly in red, blue, purple, green, yellow, pink, and somehow..even the dark almost black ones share the same glow.

Looking to his left the cliff was met with dense trees. Almost as if closing off that area of this world. To his right, more trees, but not enough to block anything. Shifting his gaze slightly upward he sees an even taller cliff. This one really seeming to form into the sky. 

He almost cant believe what he’s seeing. 

“This place-” Can he even find the words? 

She pulls him over to the cliffs edge. Seating herself, legs dangling over the water. He sits with her, truly taking it all in, perching there for what felt like forever. 

Even in his anxiously lonely state of being, here it was as if it all melted away. An inability to remember what he was worried about, what scared him or what was causing him so much inner turmoil. Why were his members so lucky to continue living like they haven’t been affected by the global shift. The lockdown separating everything he loved and cherished. 

Every day during their schedules, they still laughed freely. Told light hearted jokes, like his heart wasn’t breaking just sitting with them but not fully connecting anymore. What was he doing wrong? Did they just not feel the pain of it all, were they ok with this forced break? 

Too many questions flooded his brain during the day, second guessing everything they did, everything he did. 

But here….here it was hard to recollect why he cared. 

His gaze drifts over to her not sure of what he’s expecting next but it wasn’t the mischief in her eyes.

He knows that look.

“There’s more isn’t there?” 

Her smile breaks out into a giddy wave as it rushes from her. Before he can ask, all too soon that all too familiar tug in his core is there. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He gets out before he lets himself be pulled back. “Can you show me more?”

Before his eyes flutter softly shut, he sees her nodding at him.

masterlist || 01

[youmyjhope]

Okay I feel safe sharing this here since it’s been a topic on this blog. So last night I dreamt of Tae with some appearances from the others. I don’t remember the circumstances but it was super vivid. We were just talking (I was even saying some Korean words tf?), I’m all giggly and giddy inside and next thing I know I’m sitting in between Taekook. In the back of my head I’m lowkey thinking about lucid dreaming. I look over and while the dream is super vivid all of a sudden Jungkook doesn’t look like himself anymore so I turn to Tae who still does look pretty much like himself and began to panic. I looked down at my hand and do a reality check (MIND YOU IM TERRIFIED OF LUCID DREAMING AND HAVE NEVER DONE ONE WHILE AWAKE), I realize I have 6 fingers and that’s when things got really uncomfortable and I woke up in a panic. The overexcited and not terrified part of my brain tried to start kissing down Tae’s body once I fully realized I was dreaming and that’s the last thing I remember. I woke up and was legitimately unsure if I was back in the real world and it took me a minute to not be scared. 😭

noo why you got scared😭 just remember there's nothing to be scared about, nothing is gonna happen to you. really.

tae was in my dream tonight too, and i swear i never had a more vivid and realistic dream. he was whispering sweet things into my ear with his beautiful beautiful voice... i was leaning on him... i don't remember what he was saying exactly but it was something along the lines of "you want me to ***? you want me to show you?" my heart flutters when i think about it ME AND TAE HAVE A SPECIAL BOND IDC 😭 IT FELT SO SO REAL AND IM NOT EXAGGERATING. it was from a first person pov too 😭😭😭 taeee... like we were really together.

and it was awkward because hobi was there too and i thought it's so dissapointing for him. i mean what do i do when TAE HAS ME WRECKED BY HIS VOICE LIKE THIS 😭 SOMEONE PLS GIVE TAE TO ME I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM NOW!!!

[lucid-dreams-archive]

The Last

It’s their last day at this beautiful paradise, for the last time in their lives, they have each other to love and to hold. They make love for the very last time, both hearts broken, tears falling, lips trembling on every kiss, arms never wanting to let go for tomorrow they will part and be back to reality where they cannot be together, where the possibility of the both of them is impossible. Tomorrow they’d be strangers again, strangers with hearts that beat us one, strangers that were destined to be together but is meant to be apart. How cruel is the world to have let them meet each other when they can’t be in each others arms.

“I want us to stay like this forever.. please”, the woman plead hesitatingly so, pouring every shame she has into those words.

“I want that too, but we can’t... I can’t”, what a coward she might thought he’d be, but if that’s what it takes to protect her then a coward it is he’ll be. The world he lives in is not the world he wants for her, cruel, unforgiving, full of chaos. She’d be torn into pieces the moment she steps in it, scrutinized up to the very last drop of her blood. He stared at her beautiful face, lips parted as he slowly pushed himself deeper, relenting a delicious moan that reverberates from her throat to her core.

“Taehyung.. Faster..” nails digging into his golden honey skin.

“No baby, we only got this night.. I’m gon’ make it last like we have forever..”

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.17)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Things are often clearer the day after but if anything Taehyung only feels more confused about where she stands with you.

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, nesting, scent marking, omegaspace, heavily implied little space, a tiny bit of sexual content but not much, mentions of heat/rut cycles, seizure mention, medical conditions, possessive characters, trans! taehyung.

W/c: 10.0k

A/n: Things in my life have been kind of hard recently, I’m sorry the gaps are getting so large between chapters, Next chapter will be the sexual content. I know I keep saying that but it’s a promise this time! this chapter kinda feels not ready to post but I didn’t want to wait for another week!

Previous Part - Masterlist

Jungkook has another seizure the day after you and Tae stay up. Whether it happened in the middle of the night while he was sleeping or maybe when he woke up sometime through the morning no one’s quite sure. 

They’re particularly tricky to catch when they happen that way- when the fever blur of Jungkook's subconscious gives way to a different kind of sensation, dream to seizure and seizure to dream and back again- all without waking.

Taehyung is a little thankful honestly and maybe that makes her a selfish asshole that she has this to contend with when she blinks awake, rather than thinking about what happened last night or the secret that lingers known by the two of you now.

An oppressive heavyweight that somehow- doesn't suffocate, like a blanket or a hug and not like a cage. A secret known by two people isn’t much of a secret at all. 

Jungkook doesn't stir from his carefully crafted half-circle, holding his bones like he's feeling their brittleness. He has the kind of half there lucidity and laconicism that they’ve all come to anticipate from his days post-seizure. The rest of the pack a buzz around the nest, Tae the last one to wake up.

Their coffees grow cold on the bedside table and Jimin’s arms are vice like around Jungkook’s middle. Cuddled into him from behind like the strength corded in his arms will be enough to make his omega safe.

“Did anyone wake up? did anyone notice anything at all” Namjoon asks, nearly forgetting to be quiet or else risk aggravating Jungkook’s panging headache.

The tense lilt to his voice betrays his hidden urgency as Jungkook keeps his eyes screwed as tight as possible. He’s tried to explain it to them countless times- the dizzy not quiet there feeling that fills his body after the seizures. Kind of similar to how it feels when you put on glasses with a prescription that’s not quite your own, only over your whole body.

Jungkook having seizures while asleep isn’t exactly normal- and it’s worrying, none of them know how long the seizure lasted and if it’s cause for concern. If his neurons are bursting apart at the seams, torn apart by something as simple as electronegativity.

Namjoon has dragged them to the hospital after a seizure like this on more than a few occasions but they never have been enough to warrant an overnight stay.  The pungent coffee liquor scent of the pack alpha’s displeasure stinks up the nest room until Jin pushes him out and in the direction of the shower. His scent will only aggravate Jungkook's nose and He’s barely started getting ready for work even though he has to be at the hospital in less than an hour.

A look at the clock says shit- Tae’s gonna be late if she doesn’t move soon either. but she transfixed by Jungkook’s head buried in the pillows. The way his soft curls fall over his face, too boyish to really be grown yet. Something in Tae’s heart gives a painful twinge.

The only people who can reliably mediate their scents into something not grating are Jin and Taehyung. Hobi’s already been kicked out of the nest it the thick smell of burning sugar is anything to go by. Jimin's treading on thin ice, the vanilla getting a smoky and pungent scent. louder and cacophonous alpha- angry alpha and distressed alpha meant to shock omegas system tell them to run and hide- tell them that some danger is near that-

“I’m fine Taetae” Jungkook’s voice is so weak, so exhausted from where he lies, Tae pulls himself closer too, trying to enswathe their omega to hopefully soothe him. Tae might be so tired and still half asleep that he can’t form his mouth into words but comforting kookie he could do in his sleep.

Taehyung occupies a more even position in the pack, dead set in the middle. neither takes his role as pup or Hyung seriously enough- except in times like this. He and Jin exchange a pregnant look and Tae senses the tremor in him, the barely controlled emotion hovering just below the surface.

Tae leans down, pressing a soft kiss against Jungkook’s curled fingers, “Sorry bunny lovely.” If anything happened to Jungkook Taehyung doesn’t know what she and the rest would do.

“Are you rearranging Koo’s schedule?” Jin nods cradling Jungkook’s phone in his hand and typing furiously. While Jimin rubs soothing circles down Jungkook’s back that any other morning would make Jungkook purr. Their youngest just covers his face from the little amount of light in the room to try and alleviate the pounding no doubt assaulting his cranium.

To Tae’s credit, when you walk in (with Yoongi carefully in toe) she does try not to look. Like staring would give something away about what transpired last night. She barely manages to act like nothing’s wrong- like nothing’s different.

Someone must have gotten up and told you what happened because both of you talk in a quiet hush, murmuring to each other softly until Jungkook gives a frustrated huff, kicking off the two hot blankets at his feet, “I'm post-seizure not post-death you can just talk to me you know.”

Jungkook tries not to sound annoyed as he flops back onto his back, opening himself up and turning his quite lethal puppy eyes on their beta. His body gives a treacherous shiver at the movement. Yoongi has never followed a call quicker, flopping down on the nest and pulling himself up and into Jungkook’s arms.

He kisses him softly on the forehead, crooning a quiet, “Sorry pup- just worried about you.” Yoongi’s concern bleeds into it, unable to tease him like usual when he’s so vulnerable. Jimin's so endeared he doesn't even look bothered that Yoongi strong-armed him out of the way. But maybe that's just because they both know that Yoongi's scent is the only thing that can help Jungkook after a seizure like that.

“Here- take my side Hyung,” Jimin and Yoongi rearrange themselves around Jungkook, who nuzzles into Yoongi like his scent is what he’s been waiting for, the trembling in his shoulders eases instantaneously, the magic of pheromones that only Yoongi can provide. Whatever effects it has on Jungkook’s symptoms, it must feel pretty good because he goes from tense to utterly pliant- like a puppet with its strings cut in just about two seconds.

They will no doubt be on Koo duty today, but it’s not like the rest of them wouldn’t love to stay home and look after their youngest. “I have to get ready for work” Tae unfortunately confesses. Hobi, Namjoon, and Jin are already tumbling through the room in various stages of undress. 

Hobi kicks his clothes across the floor, the frustration in his bones something Tae is intimately familiar with. All of the alphas know the distress that comes with it- leaving one of their pack mates vulnerable and alone when they’re so clearly needing comfort and protecting. 

Usually, Tae doesn’t feel his instincts as much, but today is different for some reason and Tae can’t shake it. It sucks, but they do have to go to work, and they’d take days off for this if they thought Jungkook needed them too.

He Doesn’t like feeling smothered, Jimin and Yoongi and you will be enough. 

But there are other things to fixate on; You don’t look upset that your mate is cuddling someone else, a small smile playing on your face as you lean against the doorframe watching Yoongi comfort their youngest. 

Tae almost wants to apologize for Jungkook’s boldness; Scenting another Person’s mate without their permission is considered a high offense. Tae considers himself good at reading people and it would be normal for you to get angry if you were like any other possessive mate but you’re not; there's not a hint of displeasure hidden in your face.

Taehyung lingers leaning opposite you in the doorway cautiously scenting the air for any sign of your discomfort from you but there isn’t any. Not your scent nor any hidden tenseness in your frame that betrays any sort of discomfort. If anything, you look like you might head back to bed, comfortable and sleepy enough that you lean up against the doorframe a little too heavily.

Jin drops a kiss on your forehead then Taehyung’s when he stumbles past, “I swear if anyone breaks their routine today, I’m going to absolutely have a fit, just a warning.”  

His button-down is completely undone displaying the generous line of his chest. not quite abs but not much more than a thin layer of fat over his body that has always made Jin simply delicious to the alphas, the omegas, and anyone who might dare to look at him. The first prickling’s of want stir in Tae’s gut, but she shakes it off

Really- what’s gotten into her this morning, everything feels disjointed and off- like someone turned the exposure up. 

“Go back to bed honey, we’ve got kookie.” You make a noise and offer Jin a sip of your coffee, which he takes making a face at the amount of sugar in it. 

“You sure? There isn’t anything I can make for him that will make him better?” your voice is so quiet, kind of strangled, you’re not non-verbal but you easily could be. 

Jin and Tae shake their heads sadly. Even Jungkook himself lets out a sad huff from the bed, “no- I’m just grumpy. It’s okay.”

Your thumb is hooked through a coffee cup (this pun mug reads: “I’m bear-ly awake,” with the image of a bear at an office desk). Tae lingers, pausing in the doorway to stare down at you, a hairs breath closer than she might have stood yesterday. Your smile conjures up images of flower petals and makeup brushes when You take a sip of your coffee, looking up at her with a smile that’s probably as sweet as your coffee, raising a single eyebrow.  

“Good morning?” you say, more of a question than a real greeting. Tae’s mouth is dry, words tangling and none of them the ones she wants to say, thank you for last night or hey do you want to do that again? can we curl up in each other and make a home out of these delicate bones?

But instead she blurts “you didn’t let me pick a mug for you today.” 

“You looked tired, they let you sleep,” let is maybe a little too gracious on your part, the others were probably so worried about Jungkook and distracted to wake him. As the clock sits now, Tae has barely enough time to get ready for work.

But she lingers in the doorway with you, doesn’t more to go get coffee of her own, just stands and watches the pack. how fluffy Hoseok’s hair gets when he runs a brush through it. You watch Jin hang the rest of his work outfit on the back of the door and decent, upon their shared skincare routine pile with a muted vigor. While Jimin and Yoongi encircle Jungkook at the centre of the nest. The pup carefully cradled between them and soothed with soft words- a special kind of music just out of earshot. 

But Taehyung watches you more than he watches the others. The way you sway softly, the curl of your lips over your coffee mug- everything. maybe that’s how he notices when you freeze, eyes fixating on something. 

You have not been granted the ability to control your scent like the others- just like Hoseok and Namjoon it bursts from you like a wave. Maybe it’s the damage to your mating mark but either way, it sours but then flickers back to life, a thick blanket of cake, not quite vanilla but a warmth that nearly makes a growl build in her throat. 

Good- you smell so good- better than usual or maybe it’s just the dial of Tae’s senses that have been turned up because of Jungkook. 

Tae looks behind you, craning his neck and trying to figure out what exactly you’re looking at it, what piqued your interest in the way that has you smelling as sweet as an omega in heat. but it’s just Jin- sitting in their little half closet at the little desk vanity dotting his face with sunscreen, the only things in that little half closet are shoes and-  

The three boxes of sex toys stacked in the back, unmistakable. A little askew it’s hard to tell the last time they might have been used as they certainly weren’t used by tae. Jin is silhouetted in front of them, dabbing a moisturizer while a fluffy headband complete with puppy ears holds back his already blow-dried bangs.

If you had a sensitive nose, you might even be able to scent the undercurrent of arousal that coats the outside like Tae can. They’re airtight boxes so no lingering smell of arousal on the toys themselves can escape, But the others still touch the boxes when they’re aroused and thats enough to leave traces. 

The heat rising to your cheeks is unmistakable as is your sweetening scent, complimenting the scents in the room. The kind of smell that literally takes alphas by the balls when it comes from an omega because their every instinct is primed to be aware of it- to notice it.  

Before you can dart away as Tae’s sure you want to, Namjoon tries to fit between the two of you. He smells a lot better now that he’s had the chance to shower off the smell of his misery. His hair is sticking up everywhere in damp spikes. 

“Sorry” you back up against Tae to make room for him to slip past. Tae tries to press himself up as close to the wall to avoid you having to touch him but you lean, your warm body and your scent pressing up against his front. Tae almost wants to whine- a sound that definitely would read more ‘hormonal pup’ than 'in control alpha.’

But before any incidental rubbing can take place Tae watches your pack alpha pause and sniff the air. Pack alphas naturally have more sensitive senses, can smell things at a deeper level. Namjoon senses are primed to be aware of his pack-mates weather they’re in distress, anger, or happiness- even the kind you would rather he not notice. 

A month ago- Namjoon might not have been able to scent you this way but now- his pupils dilate honing in. “You both smell different are you- “ 

Luckily Namjoon is as thick as a stack of medical textbooks when it comes to things like this. Tae slings his arms around your waist, steering you away from Joon who thankfully has an injured pup to attend to. “Come to the kitchen with me! if I can’t choose your cup then you’ve got to choose mine!” Tae interjects, quickly steering you away, hand flexing as your hip moves underneath it, all but picking you up and carrying you away.

As you leave Tae swears, he can feel the tangible silence in the room and a quiet “you idiot” spoken from Jungkook.

You and Tae stand apart in the hallway, her hands leaving your waist like she’s suddenly realized she’s touching you without any real need too, and suddenly bothered by the idea that she might need to have a reason. “Sorry,” he says, though part of him isn’t sure what he’s apologizing for- manhandling you maybe (or while women handling)

Your pj’s are just as endearing now as they were last night, maybe more now that Tae notices the way they hang off of you- miss buttoned. The legs are so long that they have the possibility of tripping you. Something in her that is learned from Namjoon or Jin itches to correct it. Tae dismisses the urge and while she fucks around with the refrigerator you pick her out a mug. Small and pink with little silver flowers doodled along the sides and on the rim. 

Tae is going to be late for work and Jin doesn’t have the time to mess around with her hair today. Maybe last night gave Tae a little bit of a buffer because it feels like her clothes aren't on her somehow, some bit of that dysphoria that she's able to ignore due to the sheer weight of everything else today. Sometimes- there is simply too much going on for Tae to feel dysphoric.

It’s tough to say why but somehow Tae ends up leaving the house before she can talk to you; before he can say anything at all about the makeup last night or anything that might be better than “hey you look cute in your pj’s” and more along the lines of “hey- want to do anything tonight?”

But every time Tae closes her eyes, he sees a different face staring back at her- her own, the way she looked from last night for a split second.

The day is flush with stacking books and cute little hellos from the different patrons of Tae’s library. The little kids’ intent on raiding the picture book section are her favorite. Sometimes they forget their manners but Tae doesn’t mind when the loud squeals punctuate the usual quiet. A few older people who want to use the public library’s shitty WIFI file in as usual and a few college kids as well, tugging along double coffees and thick textbooks. Tae doesn't envy them.

Most of his day is quiet, filled with the hum and whisper of stories and his own bleeding concern for their youngest that colors the edge of every new task a little darker, a little more urgent. Because the sooner the workday ends the sooner she can get back home to Jungkook.

Jimin and Yoongi keep the group chats updated with the youngest’s condition and cute photos of kookie (all photos of kookie are cute photos). one photo in particular of Jungkook snuggled down and sipping at some decaffeinated tea in between you and Jimin makes Tae kick her feet underneath the front desk and swallow back her happy squeal. Tae makes it her lock screen after a moment of deliberation. Each update is greeted by its usual flurry of messages from the others, sweet encouragements, and lengthy texts from Jin and Hobi.

Halfway through the day, a new number gets added- and he knows it’s yours by the string of heart emojis that you send through, not your name or anything else.

Tae can’t help but check her phone every few minutes for updates about Jungkook (more texts from you too- though she pretends she’s not looking for those). He’s sure the other two alphas and Jin must be going likewise crazy. 

It’s always hard to leave when it's so clear that one of their packmates needs their help. Let alone Jungkook who would love to pretend like he’s invincible and powerful and capable all of the time- and let the reality of the situation slip away in favor of the fantasy that he’s as healthy as any of them.

They wouldn’t dare burst his bubble; his spirit is more important at times. Mental health cannot be sacrificed for the sake of the physical.

There are countless other things to occupy Tae's mind besides the dysphoria today so maybe she should be thankful.  During her lunch break, she eyes the medical texts in the backroom (the ones that the medical students usually grab around exam season are kept out of reach by virtue of them being expensive). 

At lunchtime, she lingers over the edition on mating marks before she thinks better of it and goes back to re-reading her favorite series. But she finds it hard to concentrate. The passages that usually have her swooning drifting by like advertisements; nothing to linger over and certainly not worth remembering.

She has so many questions- ones that you might not want to answer. How many more secrets will Tae have to proffer up before she understands the truth of you and Yoongi? How can you be so cavalier and normal about the whole mating thing?

Though maybe Tae's preconceived notions about what it means to be mated are getting in the way here. it’s product of how mating is displayed in the media; how many countless love stories has she read where the happy ending went one on one with a bite? How many times had she fantasized and fingered the spot on her neck late at night thinking about Jimin’s mouth? How his crooked front teeth might look immortalized forever on her skin?

They’ve talked about it briefly on and off over the years, after having loved each other for nearly a decade it was bound to come up more than a few times. But it’s Something that Tae hasn't legitimately thought about since before Yoongi left.

It’s not that alphas can’t wear each other’s marks, it's just that after Jimin and Taehyung became Jimin and Taehyung and Jungkook the idea of any pairing off and excluding whoever might remain became unconscionable.

And soon after that, they'd found each other a part of a pack and it became less about the two of them and more about how their love could be carefully nurtured within the careful confines of Namjoon and Jin's arms. But if you and Yoongi are paired off that means that there are an even number of mouths to go around and perhaps an even number of bites- that leave Jin and Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook, and Tae and Jimin.

After a while Tae lies her head down on the books In front of her, closing her eyes and willing away the possibilities dancing in her mind. Because it’s no use wondering at maybes and what if’s for right now.

This is usually how the seizure day’s go; Jungkook always spends the first few hours getting quiet and tiny before a burst of energy seems to settle under his skin, demanding to be released. Too much energy in his little body to work off and no work to do. So eventually, the news comes through that Jungkook has progressed past the half nauseous feeling and is now feeling itchy.

Canceling his classes doesn't mean he can't work it off, especially supervised. Tae breathes a sigh of relief when the group chats updates with a photo of Jimin and Jungkook in their gym clothes walking into Jungkook's gym right before he leaves at 3:30. With the playful caption of “don’t worry! I’m pup sitting,” from his soulmate, which is greeted with a few tired-looking faced emojis from Jungkook and a few gushes from the rest.

Hobi sunshine baby (3:34): come home so we can actually sit on you.

Jin baby (3:35): gross

Unknown number (3:35): gross

Tae stifles a giggle behind her hand, then saves your contact in her phone as “flower baby”. 

By the time she leaves and gets home the high sun makes her suit stuffy and uncomfortable. Itchy in a way that the dysphoria sometimes does too although Tae is 90% sure it's just the fact that she decided to wear her wool suit coat and not her cotton one today. Tae’s skin feels like a live wire, she finds her pace quickening when the roofline comes into view.

She hasn’t had much time to think about last night, maybe she’s pushed it away in her head a little out of necessity. Maybe the wound of dysphoria doesn't bleed unless you pick at it and Tae hadn’t had much of a reason to today.

Tae can hear the purrs from outside the door, before he even sets foot in your home.

Yoongi’s blond head bobs at the sound of the door opening and closing. “Hey” he says, so quiet he might as well be whispering. Though it sounds less like the word and more like I love you, it always sounds that way when it comes from Yoongi’s mouth. Your purring redoubles, louder when you smell Tae, though you don't look up to say hi.

the scent of baked goods lingers in the house, not just from your scent gland either. A tray of perfect looking tarts gleam with red insides on the centre island- strawberry or raspberry filling gleaming at the centre. And ah- you must have stress baked today. 

Tae puts his bag down, finds a place for his keys, and shucks off his uncomfortable jacket. Only then does she approach the couch, slowly, careful not to startle you.

You and Yoongi are the only one’s home. Pillowed on the couch in a pool of honey-yellow light. You’re pressed all along his side as close as two people can be without literally being one. A blanket that was probably covering you at one point piled around the two of you in the barest suggestion of a nest.

Tae has been learning, he spots the way your nose is rolling into your mate's tummy, rumbly omega purrs that erupt from you un contained and unrestrained in the presence of just Yoongi, just your mate.

Ah- your eyes are dilated, he should have known just from the strength of your purrs and not just the fact that you hadn't said anything when he walked in, you're in omegaspace. Though it's not unheard of for an omega to fall into it outside of their nest- It’s a little strange that you didn't snap out of it when he walked in the door. You must trust Tae an offal lot if you're willing to let down your walls like this right now.

Her eyes linger on you and how you're playing with the hem of Yoongi's shirt, hands needing it in the way that a cat would knead a pillow. Until Yoongi clears his throat “we’re home alone, now, if you want to ask.”

A high-pitched wine builds in your throat which is quickly remedied by a little attention to your scent gland from Yoongi’s hands. Your brain is a rush with ‘good good good,’ and ‘mate mate mate’ their words sound like you’re hearing them from underwater.

All you can smell in the air in Yoongi- marshmallow chocolaty goodness, and a thick intoxicating perfume that has you licking and lapping at your mates skin. He tastes like them a little, but only a tiny bit- like he laid in the place that that scent did last night. 

You whine hoping it will draw the alpha closer so you can smell it directly from the source. you are spiraling down, your brain reduced to one syllable words and the shear sensitivity of your body. You feel everything- every bit of Yoongi’s skin pressed to yours.

You feel when the couch depresses under the alpha’s knees, does she always smell this good? Or is it just today?

Tae can’t help but notice the way your hand curls over Yoongi’s hip. Now that She knows the mark is there, she can’t ignore it. the blanket is a careful barrier between you and Yoongi and Tae. The tv is a pleasant afterthought, but Yoongi turns it down.

You smile up at Tae, your Purrs increasing in volume but then you press your face back into Yoongi’s hip, hiding from the light. Something about Tae's face that makes the cotton bounds of your mind go all gooey pink- like melting cotton candy.

And ah- Tae hasn't seen you this deep in omega space before, you quite literally hide yourself under Yoongi’s shirt when Tae peers over to get a better look at you. Tae gets the feeling that while you’re physically present, you might be a little too far down to really partake in the conversation. So deep down that everything feels fluffy and soft and silken. But neither of them wouldn’t dare try to draw you out of it.

She can’t help it, it’s biology that makes her heart squeeze like this- the cute aggression that says to bite and nip and claim. Her muscles twitching from resisting the urge to heave you up and get you seated in Tae’s lap instead of your mates. Tae takes several steadying breaths through her mouth so that your scent won’t make her do exactly that.

Tae tugs on a lock of your hair in hello, Just a little bit. You lean your head back to smile up at her. Pulling yourself more firmly into Yoongi's lap to get just a little closer to Tae. Yoongi's hand slides under your shirt and your hip drumming his fingers against your taught stomach. You twitch, hips splaying, like a puppy would when getting their tummy rubbed. 

She’s seen the touches of omega space around your consciousness but never a haze this thick.

it’s that that makes Tae realize that whatever the story here- it won't really hurt. if you’re this comfortable at the prospect of sharing it- then there isn’t any reason to be afraid of your bond, to be afraid of being rude or overstepping boundaries. 

You and Yoongi- it’s an undeniable fact now. You will be together until the day he dies and It doesn’t scare him like it might have before. There's no use arguing over facts after all. It’s not like Tae could change the course of history even if she wanted to.

An omega in omega space is a delicate thing, even more, delicate with your mate crouched a little protectively over you. So Tae keeps her voice low when she speaks. “Tell me why- tell me why you’ve got her mark.”

Yoongi tips his head back against the couch, lets it rest there, and hums. Tae knows he’s wondering where he should start. He lets Yoongi muse at it for a while and when his eyes are open there is a darkness there. An uneasiness that says he’s picking and choosing how much to reveal right now.

Tae wishes he wouldn’t, wishes that Yoongi would just spit out whatever’s bothering him. would let it go so that it didn’t weigh on him anymore. let me take the weight, tae wants to beg, let me hold onto whatever weights you so you can be lighter than air my love. 

Yoongi has always been good at speaking Tae's language, since the beginning when their courtship was all about bargained for stories and shared enthusiasms. They might not be as blatantly affectionate or romantic as the others are but Tae and Yoongi have always loved each other in their own special way.

“You know how in some of your stories there are bad guys that are unequivocally bad, no sort of redemption possible?” 

Of course, she knows stories like that although she never liked them, Tae was always more a fan of the villains that never ended up being villains at all. The morally grey ones that you slowly grew to love as the story grew longer. (Yoongi isn't asking but if he did Tae would have said that villains like that help nurture self-sympathy in the reader, because there is nothing more compelling than a villian that resembles you.)

“The mark is redemption that I never deserved; I’m still trying to deserve it- even now.” Tae almost chokes. And while usually, the overly flowery words would work on him- now this doesn't.

“That’s not- tell me specifics Yoongi. please- I want to understand” Yoongi sighs, looking down at you. You're purring and slowly rubbing your face into his belly again. Lost to the world and ignoring their conversation.

Yoongi reaches down and turns your head, you blink owlishly a strangled whine breaking but Yoongi’s fingers at your lips soothes you. The mark looks violent the more Tae looks at it. Being bitten like that- by two people- Tae can't imagine what that feels like.

“He never completed the bond with her, even though he bit her, she never bit him back. It was only- minutes after that I bit her to save her, to make sure the other mark didn’t eat away at her.”

Tae watches the way that Yoongi’s hands shake. His voice breaks like he still can't forget the betrayal. Sometimes Tae wonders if Yoongi Mourns that in the quiet of his own head. From the sound of it, Yoongi’s brother was a monster; but Tae hopes Yoongi knows that he's not an orphan just because he's dead- he has them, forever and always. no matter what happens and no matter this.

“She would have gone crazy, and I couldn’t let it happen, I couldn’t. not after she sacrificed herself to let me come home. I couldn’t just leave her there.” Yoongi isn’t crying, but he is curled around you.

There is more to this story here, but Tae remembers what Yoongi had said the other night, the story he told the others then. Your ex-husband, half-mates death is a little too suspiciously timed for Tae’s liking but neither of you look like killers. So Tae lets the though slide away, because no- none of the people that She loves are killers, that she’s sure of. Somehow she feels like she’d know if they where. 

He can’t imagine why Yoongi didn’t tell them the whole truth then as It would have been so much easier if he had. But there is only one reason why he might not have, a reason that Tae is slowly becoming painfully aware of with every moment that Yoongi’s scent fades from chocolate gooeyness to rainstorm fluff.

The reason why he suddenly holds onto you so hard yet gently. Like the memory of almost losing you is too much for his body to handle. The fear and anguish taking hold in his little body like it’s that day again, He is ridged one moment, crouched over you like his body can shield you from the truth.  

Yoongi feels guilty about what happened and from the looks of it- it’s eating him up inside, consuming his better judgment with a frightening vigor. You grow frantic in your scenting, like there isn’t enough of your scent to go around. A high-pitched whine building as you nuzzle into his wrist, curling your knees around him. Your eyes closed but Tae has a feeling you'd be able to find Yoongi blind.

Tae doesn’t know what makes him reach forward and thread his fingers into your hair but you relax again at the harsh contact, his own gentle cinnamon spiking as if to greet your own. “It’s okay honey, Yoongi’s not upset at you.”

Yoongi sits back and watches the two of you interact. Tae has never taken any sort of a dominant role in their pack, content to fluctuate. She’s dead in the middle of the pack hierarchy because there has always been someone more submissive or more dominant than her. Mot quite at the bottom but modal- like Yoongi himself but-

Fuck, her gums ache with the urge to nip and bite the right side of your neck an unmarked call. The urge to ease you back into that soft headspace, not the blinking awake distress, pretty kissable lips moving around words that finally take root once you’ve figured out how to speak again.

“Should be” Your words are still all slurred soft, like they spent too much time bouncing around the inside of your head until they fluttered out. you fail to blink away the haze settling for ducking your head low at Tae's eye contact. Something about her eyes makes you shy and flustered in a way you aren't around your mate. ‘alpha’ your instincts sing, ‘my alpha’

If you were Jungkook, he would lean forward to nip at your scent glad, anything to settle you. But as of right now- Tae can only look and want. Hushing you with a low hum, pressing your head closer to Yoongi’s wrist. Your whole body goes a little limp when he finally manages to mediate his scent back to its usual soft chocolate. Tae makes an approving noise in her throat. “There you go pup.”

Tae sighs- she’s never been a fan of arguing, but something ticks in her jaw. “You need to talk to Namjoon- you need to tell him- he could help- there has to be something that modern medicine could do.” her voice has the same level of desperation she feels whenever Jungkook talks about how it feels to have his seizures. 

The horrifying reality that for all this love that they share the rest of them are fairly powerless to help Jungkook even on a good day. They can’t just make Jungkook better with kisses and cuddles.

You and Yoongi can’t just fix your fucked up mating marks with good old love and rest, no matter how hard you might try. 

Yoongi shrugs and Tae can already tell that he’s not going for it, trying to dismiss Tae’s concerns as easy as that. He and Joon can be like that sometimes, as standoffish and plucky with each other as they are in love. Each one unwilling to admit how much they need the other.  (If you weighed the words that lay unsaid between them and the weight of their shared hearts, which side would come out on top?)

“We do fine on our own, the first few months were the worst but now-” Yoongi’s voice goes all quiet, “now I don’t have to just keep her alive.” Tae's whole body goes rigid. Yoongi hasn't told them much of what it was like in those months between your hell and when Jimin found Yoongi in h-mart. She doesn't know if she should be shocked or have expected that but either way, her alpha instincts are going haywire.

huh- Trans or not- woman or man- it appears that the instincts are still insatiable. In fact- they seem to be elevated today. Making Tae tug herself closer to you, get a hand on your shoulder  at Yoongi’s confession because- no- Tae’s alpha instincts won’t let you be so far apart for another minute, especially with your mate talking like that.  

You purr shallowly as Yoongi strokes down your mating mark, cupping the back of your neck it reverberates in Tae's fingers. You’re so far down in omega space that Tae’s sure you won’t be able to muse on their conversation until later. “I was so worried of you hating her for my mistake, I think that’s why I’m so scared of telling you all the truth”

you nuzzle into tae’s hands, nose following her thumb until you reach the scent gland at the inside of her wrist, sending an electric zing up her arm. 

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response because it's that idiotic," Yoongi laughs, at that seems to jog you from your stupor, you pull yourself up a little more to be fully in his lap though you struggle. tugging at the front of Yoongi's shirt to get him closer. 

he shushes you again, manipulating your body to sit up against his, legs framing his hips. in any other setting it might be too private or too sexual but it's oddly- almost nurturing. the way that Yoongi cradles you against his front. You fumble with the front of his shirt like your hands are too fluffy or fuzzy to properly grasp it.

Alphas don't really enter into alpha space like omegas do- but Tae hopes it feels good. You deserve to feel good and safe and protected for a while. You seem to have scented something from Tae- a little bit of displeasure or something because you turn your face to look at her, pupils still dilated, cheek resting against Yoongi's shoulder. 

“Not mad? Not mad at us?” Tae’s sour scent is pungent in the closet space, but she shakes her head,

“I’m not angry at you sweetheart.”  Tae just aches thinking of the two of you, all alone in this house with your souls torn apart and trying to knit It back together with love. Two people who might never have been bound so close if it weren’t for the circumstances.

She clings to the two of you like a second skin. Your purrs deepen, no hint of the whines just thick and cuddly omega pheromones filling the room with unbelievable warmth. God, she can taste you on the back of her tongue when she breathes in deep. She hopes the deep lungfuls of air she breathes don't sound too greedy. It’s all she can do to keep her breathing even and steady and not gasping.

You send a dopey smile in Tae’s direction, Snuggling back into Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi doesn't look affected beyond his fond smile- Tae wishes she felt the same but it’s taking every ounce of herself control to hold herself back from scooping you out of your mates arms and placing you in her own lap. 

You tuck your knees up and Tae’s hand falls onto your skin, stroking gently down the back of your neck. You are soft to the touch- the faint baby hairs on the back of your neck like velvet-

You make everything else around you feel squishy and new too- even if it’s broken. tae’s lungs have never felt better, she honestly couldn’t feel dysphoric right now if she even tried. something about you is just a balm to it. you make it so much better- tae’s half convinced it could be magic. The jagged pieces of Yoongi's guilt and Tae's netted and barely-held together trust are all left irrelevant as you cuddle between them. 

You’re all a little broken sometimes and though Tae knows this and would never dismiss the pain but she can't help but think that This might be getting better- you might be getting better little bit by little bit. 

she's not foolish enough to think everything good will always stick- but for right now things don't feel so bad for once. The weight of emotional instability and everything that might be wrong is not threatening for tonight. Not here in your puddle of sunlight full of the scent of cake, chocolate, and cinnamon. Gooey and warm like fried hotteok. 

In a rare moment of bravery, Tae leans in close to peck a kiss along your forehead and she hopes you know it's a thank you for last night. if you can give Tae that softness, then she can give you that now. Especially since Yoongi's babying seems to be working on you so well.  

You squeak in surprise and indignation, cute pink lips parting. And Tae kisses your skin again just to hear that noise and make you more flustered. Yoongi smirks, and says nothing about the blush doubtlessly coating tae's cheeks. if she had longer hair she'd be able to hide behind it.

You make a whining noise and they get your meaning- used to registering sounds that are not words and attributing meaning to them. They press closer, firmer, Yoongi’s hands going hard over your shoulders to squeeze comfortingly. And it’s a beautiful thing when you lift your head- the fringe of his hair caught on your forehead just to look back at tae. 

“you really like Tae Tae huh sweetheart?” Yoongi teases. And honestly Tae isn’t expecting you to speak again but-

“Tae Tae the pretties and the cutest and she’s-“ your words are slurred, eyelashes fluttering but Yoongi hushes you, barely not catching the freezing of Tae’s hands. The cold fear curdling the enjoyment in her stomach. Luckily Yoongi only seems to have eye for his mate and not Tae.

“She’s so delirious, I promise, she literally just says everything on her mind when she’s like this.” Tae hums, but keeps rubbing at your shoulders after a moment to avoid suspicion. If you’re like this now- Tae wonders if you ever fall into omega space on one of your bad days- and what it looks like if you talk during then.

Eventually Tae and Yoongi lapse into a quiet silence, at peace with their thoughts, nothing much but the sound of a distant lawn mower and the hum of the train on the tracks a few blocks down and your purring, sweet and lulling. Tae’s cheeks feel warm.

Yoongi doesn’t look suspicious about the accidental pronoun slip up, but tae is too curious for her own good. “Don’t you want to know, don’t you wanna know why she made you tell me?” 

Yoongi shakes his head, “I don’t think I need to; I trust her.” Mates trust each other in a different way than non-mates do. Tae wonders what it's like- wonders how that feels to be wound so close to someone you forget where they end and you begin.

Tae sighs, “When are you going to tell the others?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “eventually? soon? when they find out on their own? take your pick.” You lean back at their words, even sat in Yoongi’s lap- you still look so tiny, at eye level with him, but only barely.

“Kiss?” you ask, hands fisted childlike in the front of Yoongi’s shirt, eyes on your lap like you honestly think your mate would deny you.

“Sure pup,” it’s sweet to see the way that the kiss rounds away Yoongi’s rough edges- casting away memories of that time and banishing the last of the saltiness from Yoongi’s scent.

Tae can’t stop the happy rush of pheromones as she smooths over your back either, grab Yoongi’s hand where it rests to lace them together- a careful lock to keep you safe and in their protective bundle.

Tae's instincts continue to go haywire, the other alphas should be here, need help to guard you, where are they? Tae’s chest puffs out a little- it’s okay, she can do a good enough job until they return, she’s got you. A part of her that is more alpha than the rest settles in satisfaction as tae blinks lazily up at Yoongi, whose looking at Tae like she just slapped him across his face. "What?" 

"Nothing" the beta swallows, "you just look really kissable right now," Yoongi shrugs, trying to minimize the way that his whole face is bright red, always needing to cut his sweetness with a little bit of assholery now and then.  "now you know the way to my heart is through her so- be an alpha about it."

Tae grins at the teasing "I wasn't doing it for you, if you Wanna kiss me you're gonna have to do it yourself beta," the word could never be derogatory but Yoongi has always been able to bring out all hidden sides of Tae- including the cocky ones.

You shift in Yoongi's lap, and if the friction is doing something to the beta or to you neither of you show it. Your pupils are blown when you put up at Tae and oh- she's a goner, isn't she? looking suddenly more awake at the process of kisses,

“Kiss?” it's not surprising that that's the word you've chosen to fixate on. but your words are softer and more unsure, like you’re ready for Tae to decline your offer. Tae's feral growl as she lunges forward makes you giggle, shrieking as she peppers kiss after kiss along the highest part of your cheek. 

Hand fluttering on her wrist as Tae's big hands cup your face. Maybe this is why she was made so big; so that she can properly hold you, your face fits perfectly between her large hands. Tae's body feels alive with a new purpose as you giggle and melt, a true puppy pile on top of both of them.

Until she tilts her face and gets her hand on the back of your neck, steadying you so you can't squirm away and blows hard against the skin of your shoulders. A loud ripple raspberry like the kind Tae used to give his little cousins before he left home. You bark out a giggle that is like nothing Tae’s ever heard- unrestrained and bubbling like little kids should be. You thrash under the ticklish feeling. Deliciously sweet prey unable to escape their hold.

You squirm happily, giggles and more giggles blooming across the room to fill the house with sounds of happiness for once. Yoongi smiles and laughs at your over-the-top reaction too- his fingers digging into your sensitive sides. 

They are merciless, and by the time they finally relent, you're sprawled across Tae's lap. Chest heaving, hair over your face messy and ruffled, but absolutely a happy puppy lump. “Meanies!” 

Tae is breathless with this feeling, fondness, but also something more. A kind of watchfulness that is as hungry as a beast would be in winter. In that moment- Tae is both a gentle protector and a monster. The kind that waits to protect and hunt the delicate form in front of her.  

God, is this how Jimin feels all the time? so at mercy to his instincts that they seem to shadow his thoughts and coat the back of his tongue like an aftertaste? It’s just you and Jungkook today that have Tae feeling this way, and being alone with just you and Yoongi- she’s sure of it.

The rest of the afternoon goes something like this the three of you heaped on the couch, your little scenting ritual that eventually grows to include Tae, nuzzling into her delicately peachy tummy. The kind of plushness that encourages a bite or a hickey.

Not that you're brave enough even in omega space to mark Tae like that. She doesn't seem to mind your prodding and possessive whines. She just smells so good, cinnamon and spice, strong and earthy in a way that just- shuts off part of your brain.  

Tae and Yoongi talk softly while you play with their hands, kissing each one with little exaggerated “mwah!” noises that make their hearts swell with love. Yoongi and Tae watch the light in the main room change, sitting side by side with you in the middle like a piano to be played by their fingertips. The joy of touching just to be touched, to redefine your body in the terms of their fingertips.

And by the time the three of you are out of the nearest square of yellow afternoon light, you’re blinking a little clearer, not quite completely there but more lucid than before. 

Before long the sound of the others pulling into the driveway from work disturbs your peace, and you lift your head from Tae's lap leaving her feeling strangely bereft- she hadn't even gotten you to sit in her arms properly- all this time and she hadn't been brave enough to pull you up and closer- and it feels like the possibility of that is drifting firmly away. Something in Tae's chest gives a painful squeeze. 

Namjoon and Jin are their usual bundle of carefully controlled affection and the impervious wall of their combined scents, talking with a familiar hush that instantly makes Tae relax. The crinkle of the shopping bags between them makes their words near unintelligible.  

“Hey guys, how was work?” while it might seem too usual or too routine for Yoongi to ask such basic questions- maybe the fact of the matter is that they all wish they could be around each other at every moment. That they never had to be parted. Yoongi always wants to know what they got up to when they were out of sight. Maybe it reminds him of other times- the whole moths of their lives that he wasn't privy to.

Your hair is a little cow-licked when you lift your head interrupting Namjoon’s next words, and Jin- Jin knows that dopy smile, that haze- is intimately aware of how good it feels-

“Jinnie!” you chirp, eyes still half-closed and oh, he’s never kicked off his shoes quicker. Your purring redoubles when he cups your cheeks, bringing them in to nuzzle close. Sniffing near your scent gland your chin. You smell so happy, like Yoongi and Tae too- there are few things more comforting or enthralling than the smell of a happy pup.

He turns to Tae wide-eyed “what did you do?” equal parts worried and happy. “she was just- like this when I came home so Yoongi and I snuggled her.” You are a lump, a happy lump and slowly trying to pull yourself over to Jin and over the edge of the couch, not that your limbs seem to be cooperating.

“no-no no” Namjoon has the good sense to lunge forward and stop you from do doubt falling over the edge. Tae’s hand fists on your hips, pulling you back and making sure you stay put. No climbing over things for you when you’re so dizzy happy.

“Pup” Jin cautions, moving around the couch to pulling you up with a gentle but firm pressure. Something in Tae settles, sending a look at Namjoon as he watches you move against jin, his own pheromones filling the room. Allowing Tae to relax but also starting a subtle itch down his back. like tae needs to keep Namjoon in his peripherals. 

"Thank god- I needed to pee," Yoongi says, darting away after a quick peck to your temple. "Yoonie" you pout, watching his retreating form with a sad expression, Tae has no doubt you're clingy enough to literally fallow your mate anywhere right now.

An omega whine is a call for all alphas near and far to descend upon them. A low pitch that lights a fire under their asses like none other. A whine and chirp that builds slowly, heart-wrenching and lonely, akin to a lone wolf's call. “shit- joon-” 

To your credit- your scent even sours a little, Namjoon and Tae literally couldn't keep themselves in place if they tried, not even Hoseok who’s just arrived home  red conversed feet suddenly thudding with a wooden clang against the deck, wrenching open the door as hard as he can. "what's wrong! What's happened?"

But nothing has- except you relaxing back against tae’s chest. shoved in between Namjoon and Tae. even jin has his hand on you, shoulders curving inward, pulse hammering. hoseok deflates, digging his palm into his eyes, “Jesus-” 

Only then, nose pressed to Namjoon's chest does a clarity seem to snap into place in your eyes. "Hello pup" he grins down at you, and you're out of his arms as quickly as you jumped into them. Turning and burying your face into Jin's chest as Tae and Namjoon try not to smother you. 

“Someone sedate me” you groan, Much to their amusement.

Spending time with them has gotten easier and easier, and it gets even better when everyone gets home. Everyone tries their best not to smother Jungkook whose looking good as new smelling like sweat and honey goodness. 

“God- it smells so good in here” he groans when he kicks off his shoes, Jimin close behind with empty water bottles and a foam roller. And Jungkook and Jimin join the Frey and panic of putting together dinner and doing the other tasks.

Namjoon does a near-perfect job of reigning in his more controlling instincts. It's a near-perfect job, but before dinner part of his jaw ticks when he sees Hoseok playfully gripping Jungkook around the waist, Jimin too- Those two have long worked out their antsieness and their lingering worry over Jk's condition, but Namjoon hasn't. Still feels the urge to protect and care for him probably aggravated by your state. 

you're still offaly starry-eyed, following Jin around the kitchen, bouncing from packmate to packmate hugging and touching and making puppy eyes at anyone who might listen. it will be a little while before you fully come back to yourself, but the alphas watch you with a quiet reverence. 

“Did you really have to go out today?” his words are more akin to a whine. Namjoon might be the only one Jungkook allows to show concern after days like this.

“I swear I'm fine guys, could I do this if I wasn’t?” you let out a little cry as Jungkook suddenly reaches down, gripping you under your thighs and effortlessly placing you on the countertops. Looking back at them with a silly little smirk, like lifting you will show them. it does have the added benefit of making you flustered “that doesn't count- y/n’s so tiny.”

Jungkook handles that reply by heaving Jimin up there too, turning to face Joon with a shit eating grin. 

And suddenly you’re knocking knees with him, They’re all feeling a little playful this morning, the stress of yesterday burned off. Jimin is feeling playful today, puppies and a boyish grace that they all seem to have at certain times overtaking him, Jimin wiggles his eyebrows, aiming for seductive and barely falling short.  

He looks better this morning. Not quite as unsteady or dizzy. None of the pack mates check on him with worried glances. They know that Jungkook doesn't like to feel smothered or too delicate during the days after his seizures.

“Your ass is on my countertop.”

“Our countertop” you correct, you’re squirming a little against the feeling of Jin’s hands. Holding onto your waist, though he can’t really tell if you’re squirming closer or farther.  

Seokjin leans against the countertop heavy-lidded eyes dancing with the challenge. You’re not going to get him to call you good pup by acting that way, but then again- maybe you don’t want to be called good today.  

Yoongi sets the heaviest pot on the range and Seokjin’s hands finds its way to his waist “did she eat anything today?”

“m’right here.”

Seokjin’s eyes are teasing, yet serious. “I didn’t ask you pup,” and oh- you’re melting under his stern gaze, can barely process it as Yoongi says no- no you haven’t. you don’t know why but you kind of like it when they talk about you like that- not like you’re not there but like- like you’re something to be taken care of. you shiver, and you can tell by the brief look Yoongi gives you over jin’s shoulder that he’s going to make you unpack that later, that a lot of whats being done right now won’t go untalked about. Your mate is a watchful- ever present protector. 

And then Jin is ordering someone to bring you those jam tarts you made and strawberry sweetness is bursting along your tongue, prodded forward by Jin’s fingers. Being fed by him makes you spiral down; you’re sinking and sinking quick. lapping at his fingertips when the tart is all eaten up. 

His words a compliment to the general clamor, Hoseok’s and Jungkook horsing around, Namjoon cutting himself one in half and feeding the other slice to Tae talking about desert before dinner. “There you go pup; I know omega space takes a lot out of a person- trust me.” Jin knows from experience. He sucks air through his teeth, “Especially with someone new.”

Tae is curled close to Namjoon, not quite touching him but still. They talk- probably about some story that a patient told today or other tales of woe. But you shake your head, because no- it wasn’t like that- Tae was probably your favorite part of today.

But you pout, hard and in a way that makes Jin want to smother you with kisses.

“What’s wrong pup” you whine, looking at him and hoping that for once you don’t have to say what you want- that Jin will just know You didn’t get enough kisses today- it feels stupid to admit it, but Yoongi had kissed you maybe half a dozen times and Jinnie only twice and Taetae’s face kisses felt nice too but- you feel a little pouty.

Jin sighs and strong arms his way between your thighs. “It’s okay pup- I’ve got you.” Of course, Jin knows, Jin always knows what his pups want. Kissing jin has become one of your favorite pastimes, but next to you on the counter top, Jimin makes a noise, half needy and half in approval. 

Jin makes a snickering noise before Jimin growls, pulling the older omega down onto him. Jimin might be the alpha of the two of them but he’s still smaller and seated next to you. Two of Jin’s pup’s where he can see them and touch them and kiss them to his hearts content (now if only he could wrangle the other 5). 

Jimin hums, his hand on your thigh, just your lower just above your knee. And when you pull back his eyes are heavy lidded, he smells good, the warmth from his burning muscles making his scent warmer, reading more vanilla latte than just plain vanilla. maybe it was Jimin and Jungkook this morning that set you up for Omegaspace in the first place. it feels full circle now. 

it’s intimate, but its also not- the whole back is here and Jimin is looking at you like that- like he’s half thankful you where here today and half Focused in. “you smell like tae and Yoongi” he purrs. 

But he lingers, his hand sliding up to fiddle with yours. you have almost the same size hands though Jimin’s are a little rougher than yours. Rougher- but just as warm. “Can I-” Jimin’s chest heaves uneasy his very breath shaky. 

He’s not shy often, but with you he knows he has to be careful- Jin kisses you all the time for christ sake, and after him just kissing Jin and Jin kissing you, its like you’ve kissed indirectly already- so why does it feel like he’s asking for something big. 

“Can I do that too?” you squirm, but Jin is right there, and so is the rest of the pack, they’ll keep you safe- and it’s Minnie, Minnie who always treats you with so much gentleness, always acts like your safety is his chief concern. Maybe you struggle to feel safe, but it always feels better with Jimin there. 

And maybe you aren’t totally unafraid of this- but you knew what can of worms you opened when you and Jin started being open with your affection. Maybe you can blame this on your lingering omegaspace.  

for some reason, you look behind jimin at tae, she’s deep in conversation with namjoon, the pack alpha cradling his arm. jimin draws your attention back to him with a hand on your chin, “you’ve got a little- here”

There is a little bit of jam on your lip, and instead of telling you about it, Jimin leans in and licks it off, light and with a little flick of wet. your eyes fluttered closed and you become keenly aware of how he’s leaning over you, hand on one side of your hip, your head up against the cabinet. Plush lips pressing into yours a mouth that licks in and teeth that nip, scraping the sweetness from your skin. It’s good- it feels natural and normal.

somehow your hand ends up on Jimin’s heart, not pushing him away just feeling it as it flutters, happily like a bird, pulling away but not quite. he has freckles, you can’t remember if you never noticed before. “good?” he asks, a smirk playing on the edge of his lips, you don’t know what you look like, or what you smell like- if you’re wanting this too much- if its a turn off or if it’s anything. your brain is a happy soup of omegan impulses and skattered thoughts. 

You’ve never kissed someone thats made you feel so hazy. you couldn’t string a full Sentance together right now if you tried. 

 Your whine is high pitched and surprised, a breathless “alpha,” spoken more against Jimin’s lips than not, as he slots his lips against yours again and-

Taehyung's growl is not the quiet kind, it’s so loud it might as well be a snarl, more animal than human. 

it’s not the kind that speaks of a hidden threat or a coy playfulness like the earlier playful grumbles. this growl has an edge that could cut glass- the kind of sound you should never make directed at a pack mate, reserved only for enimies. 

This is not only primal- this is possessive. Possessive in a way that only your mate should be with you. But all Tae’s knows is that it seemed too loud- too loud to be coming from anywhere but her chest. She’s shocked to press her hand there and find her whole body shaking.

Namjoon's hand falls on the back of Taehyung's neck, not quite a scruff but not-not one, the growl gets cut off abruptly. The room spins, a feeling like she's half dizzy and half high. and the red angry haze of the moment snaps back and everyone freezes, Yoongi with the pot, jin standing with the knife, Jungkook and hobi rough housing, and you and minnie, pulling back, looking devastated. 

Tae- tae growled at Minnie of all people. 

You, Seokjin, and Jungkook are a mess of omega pheromones, sweetening with every second. Sour to sweet to sour again in a dizzying cycle. Afraid eyes directed at Tae. Does no one realize how sweet it is? How maddening? It feels like Tae is losing her mind, she can't smell anything beyond your sweetness at the back of his throat- the part of his brain that usually processes the olfactory information cut off from the rest of himself.

He's gasping, trying to smell the others- smell Jimin too- but all he can smell is the omegas. black spots dance in his vision and Namjoon quite literally has to hold him up- embarrassment wars with fear and a feeling of Thankfulness because thank God for pack alphas, Teahyung would be sprawled out on her ass or lunging at Jimin. If it weren't for Namjoon's arms around him- holding him up as much as he's holding him back.  

The worst part is Jimin looking at him, a little heartbroken. Because-

Because the sound was directed at him- not directed at you. Alpha- you’d called for your alpha and Tae had answered it. Taehyung has never growled at Jimin like that- not when they were pups or at the beginning of their relationship when they were still trying to figure out who the dominant one was between them.

Tae feels like he’s going to start crying at how upset Jimin looks to hear a sound of such outright aggression and hatred from one of his pack mates. And Tae scrambles to recorrect it, bearing his neck in Jimin’s direction- a clear apology. 

"Sorry I don't know what came over me- what happened- I-" Tae is lost for words, Namjoon’s hands feel like fire as one circles Tae’s neck and the other stays locked around her middle. “I’m sorry” she actually is crying, big fat tears that drip down her chin.

Namjoon's hand slides down Taehyung's neck to her steadily enflamed scent gland, a little tender to the touch. Even though Namjoon is another alpha- the contact makes her keen. Which isn't normal at all. Makes you and Seokjin and the rest of the pack look at Tae with increasing concern.

Jimin darts over at that- distressed at hearing that kind of noise from Tae- Tae who never vocalizes like the rest of the first the growl and now this.  Tae feels like she's been punched in the gut when Jimin presses his nose to his soulmate's scent gland taking a deep breath, staggering back because thank god- thank god he’s not mad. 

she honestly doesn’t know what that was- one second Jimin was a threat- and the next he was the only person in the room Tae wanted close. He feels all up and down, his emotions cut up in little bit sized pieces that are too small to tell where they came from.  

Something is wrong- something is really wrong. Tae can tell that Jimin is rolling the scent around in his head, his lungs, his tongue after he leans in to take a sniff at his inflamed scent gland. It could be you in Omega space, it could have been Jungkook this morning- hell it could be just the change in season but it’s not. Jimin’s eyes are unreadable, swimming with- is that humor? When he pulls back.

"What's wrong Minnie? What's going on?"

"Tae" Jimin's voice is a full-on croon, a little chiding as he leans in again to lick up Tae's scent gland, drinking him down fully. Tae’s scent glad is so sensitive that he lets out a pitched up ‘ah’ at the contact. Bearing his neck for Jimin again.

That solidifies it- Tae smells so good, tastes thick and heady. Cinnamon apple pie and pumpkin spice, comfort, and heat on the back of your tongue, like a choked off moan.

"Oh Tae- you're in pre-rut sweetheart."

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♡my favourite fics 5.0 ♡

hi everyone here's this weeks list with some more of my absolute favourites, from now on I'll be doing individual lists for each member so I'm still deciding whether to post monthly lists of what I have been reading or just continue with the favourites lists... Yoongi and Taehyung's lists are almost complete so I will post them in the week along with Jungkook and Jins. Majority of the fics contain smut so no minors allowed. Please go and show these authors love and support they are truly amazing and deserve it ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics as well I would love to hear from you so share some of your favourites too especially if it's angst I'm a sucker for angst :)

s- smut a- angst f- fluff

series

Undo by @moonnightyoongi f s a (cheating au)

clandestine by @junghelioseok f s (best friends brother au)

the turing test by @fortunexkookie f s a (android au)

they don’t love you like i love you by @yeojaa f a (exes)

prove a point by @mercurygguk f (Dad jk established relationship au)

play date by @mercurygguk (dad jk)

purple hair dye by @mercurygguk s (established relationship au) ↬jk with purple on the set of buttter need I say more people!!)

black dye by @mercurygguk s (established relationship au)

lost stars by @hueseok f a (roommate au enemies to lovers au)

after midnight by @gyukult f s a (fuck boy jk friends with benefits au)

lovefool by @citrustan f s a

instant gratification by @dovechim s (fuck boy jk)

all I've got by @btsjeonjazz f s a (bad boy jk)

stolen dances by @taeyohonic f s a (ceojk best friend jk my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses)

(he)art thief by @latetaektalk f a

Umbrella by @skitsoulmaty f a (strangers to lovers au)

all that glitters by @aquagustd f s a (unrequited love au college au)

one-shot

lucid dream by @growlingyu a (break up au infidelity)

heartbreak veterans by @hueseok f a (strangers to lovers au)

I'm yours by @hueseok (arranged marriage au)

kiss it better by @jincherie s (college/uni au cheerleader!jk pining)

way down in bed stuy by @minstrivia s a (infidelity jk's the oc's sisters boyfriend)

dont go by @jkstompers f a (roommate au)

even a forest fire dies out by @9uk s a (ex-boyfriend jk)

proposals by @pjxmin f s a (friends to lovers)

after hours by @ggukcangetit s

roses, poetry and jeon by @seraphimguks f a (enemies to lovers au)

rented hearts by @army-author f (rent-a-girlfriend au)

beg by @jinfizz f s a (friends to lovers au)

Lock and key by @farfromsugafanfic f a (best friends to lovers)

(not) just friends by @taecalikook f s (friends to lovers au fuck boy jk)

forget him by @yoonpobs a (unrequited love au)

little black book: your kindred spirit by @bluewhale52 s

just one kiss by @bangtsblossom f s

lose somebody by @kooala s a (exes to lovers au)

to all the men i've fucked before by @hisunshiine f s a

heavy metal by @hisunshiine s (fuck buddies)

series

A lovely little mess by @justimajin f s a (friends to lovers au) ft. Jungkook

one-shot

carnival rides by @geniuslab f s (summer carnival au)

last christmas by @xjoonchildx s (exes to lovers au)

perfect by @btssmutgalore f s a (roommate au friends to lovers au)

mine for today by @httpjeon s (fake dating au)

want sum f*ck? by @borathae s (fuck boy jin college au)

Aperitivo by @bangtanbetchfics f s (chef jin chef jk) ft. Jungkook 🤭

home run @jinned f a ft. Jungkook

the courtship chronicles by @gukyi f a (friends to lovers au fake dating au)

start a new by @gukyi f a (exes au)

fire and desire by @joonbird s with some drama (fuck boy jin)

[ggukkiereads]

🌷🌷🌷 Back then, I was just a casual reader and I'd randomly read recommended links I see somewhere (like twitter). A lot of these fics (like Carousel, PBN, etc) were the most memorable to me because it affected me the most emotionally. THIS fic was one of those in my 'remember forever' shelf of stories. There's something about the way it was written that's dreamy, nostalgic, hopeful, and heartbreaking too (in a good way).

I just had to re-read this again and suffer twice (lol). It's not a bad/sad ending per se but it was still heart clenching. The writing style was just beautiful as the fic takes us from one dream to another. What's interesting is it started out dreamy but as the 'dreams' progress the interaction/chemistry became more real and grounded to the point my votes were shifting to THAT universe she's having lucid dreams about.

I also love all the elements used in the fic. Yes, it's inspired by Kimi no Nawa but I think it takes great talent to capture the vibe and author delivered 100%. I actually thought it might have a cliché ending with KTH being a bad boyfriend or something (lol sorry) or like someone dying (hahaha been watching too much dramas) but the ending was realistic and matter-of-fact. The transitions from reality to lucid dreams were also nicely done. Wasn't confusing at all and one immediately knew which universe we are in at the moment.

As for characterization, I love the differences between Jungkook and Taehyung. They weren't painted as bad guys (to make us hate one so we won't feel so bad she'd end up with the other type). It's just that they are different flavors and maybe we are all flavors that can be combined perfectly or not. In this fic's case, maybe one was a more perfect combo than the other but it doesn't diminish the other pairing's rightness. Maybe timing is also a factor. Personally, without spoiling anything, I would've wanted a different 'pairing'. However, it doesn't mean the one she ended up with was the wrong choice either. It takes great writing to induce such strong reactions and emotions from the readers. I've been mulling about this fic for a good 30 min after reading it again. Like, seriously how to move on?

❤️ - (fluff meter) it's not fluffy giddy type but there were lots of cute moments between KTH X Reader / JJK x Reader. Real relationship stuff. Personally I find the Jungkook scenes funnier (like the Lose Yourself part was so cute)

😭😭😭😭 - angst level is high with this one. My heart aches but in a good way?

🔥 - no smut

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - the fact I wouldn't shut up about this essay of mine and I'm just a few minutes away from writing a thesis about this says a lot about the fic's plot, the writing style, etc. Tagging this under #holygrail fics.

the universe of us.

“I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au word count: 21,112 words warnings: none author’s note: thank you to the true mvps @zephyoongist​, @gukstudio, and @syubits for all their aggressive motivation through means of screaming at me to continue dragging myself through this wild ride until the completion of this nightmare monstrosity. the italicized quote mentioned in this was said by dr. suess. i wrote this while listening to this song, and this fic is also inspired by the only two japanese films i’ve ever watched: “your name” and “five centimeters per second.”

nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams

The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.

So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.

And you are Icarus.

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In a realm of pointless illusions and shadows of reality, dreams are not something you tend to dwell over. Some say it is within dreams where your selfish desires, wants, hopes, and subconscious manifest into a tentative form. As a lucid dreamer, you absolutely enjoy delving into illusions of roaming the boisterous halls of Hogwarts or taking flight into the air as you stretch your fingers out and almost touch the second star to the right.

You never actively try to find the hidden meanings behind the imagined moments that play beneath your eyelids and find purchase within the secret crevices within your mind. There simply is no point in doing so when they are not seen as an escape from reality because you are more than satisfied, daresay happy even, with the way your life is.

You found happiness within a circle of trustworthy and wonderful friends, a stable and amazing job that you actually do not dread going to in the morning, a beautiful and spacious apartment, and to top it off, a very cute and lovable dog named Soonshim whom you are a proud parent of with your boyfriend. More so, after all, you know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. And you are completely head over heels for a certain Kim Taehyung.

But then you find yourself slipping between the stratums of real and make-believe, existence and reverie, day and night under the guise of slumber and fantasies, thrown headfirst into an entirely new life that leaves you confused and chasing after something—or rather, someone—who is more than just silly daydreams and butterflies.

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[phenomenalgirl9]

Idol! Yoongi x Reader: Lucid

A/n: It's a bit long Ig, but I poured my heart into this. I used texts for the first time. :)

Summary: What happens when one look at you leads the Min Yoongi to have dreams about you.

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In a Club in Seoul

"Hey Yoongi" Nayeon's voice was heard from behind where Yoongi and Jimin were sitting at the bar, as if on queue Jimin slipped off the stool and went to God knows where, Yoongi cursed under his breath to be left alone with Nayeon.

"Hey Yoongi. Why do you ignore my texts?" She asked.

"I was busy" he mumbled.

"You can't be that busy that you could not even answer a text?" She said running a hand on the back of his head and he flinched.

"I was. And do not touch me without asking me. Only my members can do that" with that he got up leaving the visibly "hurt" girl alone to find someone. At this point, anyone!

"Why do you keep rejecting her?" Taehyung asked as he sat beside Yoongi on the rooftop, 2 Clout beers in hand (A/n: yeah i did that 😸).

"Why won't I reject her" Yoongi said, grabbing a beer and taking a swing "I have no interest in her"

"Don't tell me this is about that literal dream girl of yours" Tae said with a chuckle.

"I knew I should have never told you" Yoongi deadpaned.

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In a Restaurant in Ilsan

"Do you have to go!" Minji was heard saying, holding your hand tight.

"It's not my decision Minmin. The boss wants to shift me to the Seoul office" you said with a pout.

"Don't make a fake pout bitch! We know you also wanted to go!" Ryujin said, throwing you a french fry.

"Yes she does of course. Eunkwang is in that office. You better give us all the tea Y/n" Minji mumbled still clinging to your arm and you laughed.

"You guys that's stupid, besides I had a crush on him way back when I went for that 3 weeks project in Seoul and never even spoke much after that" you said, gulping down the soju you had in your glass.

Yes, you've been working in this construction company for the last 3 years, it's been 3 hectic years of you not being able to do much except work, but you were also taking higher degrees along with it, which you were finally done with, hence the promotion to Seoul sounded good.

"What is the first thing you wanna do when you reach Seoul. You'll have a week-long moving break" Ryujin asked interrupting your thoughts.

"Minji and I have a concert to attend" you said smiling at the drunk girl still clinging to you for dear life.

"Yeah I forgot. Enjoy you two!" She said giving your other hand a squeeze.

"I asked you to come too" you whinned

"I have a blind date" I told before, my parents set me up with someone again.

"Yeah yeah I know" you said bitterly.

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In Jhamsil Stadium

"She's here!" Jungkook whisper yelled as they walked down the stage to change their dresses.

"Jungkook! Shhh!" Hobi said to lower his voice

"Who? Your mom?" Jimin asked

"No!" He said and went to Yoongi as soon as he completed wearing his outfit for the next stage and said something in his ears to which his eyes were wide and stunned.

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Also in Jhamsil Stadium, (but in the Audience)

Your breath hitched the moment you laid eyes on him, him and the dancers making the most beautiful black swan. His hand along with his wife shoulders wide open and you hit your clapper along with the rest of the Armys in excitement

"Girl, Yoongi has been looking this was so many times! Do you think he recognises you?"

You chuckled at Minji's silliness and said "Of course not Minji, he sees millions of people daily. He wont remember a single face from ages ago. He's probably found some interesting posters"

You both kept on cheering even though not being able to scream was a pain and difficult but you managed it. Especially looking at Jin, the most handsome man on the Earth. It was so difficult to not shout and awe when he dent kisses. But, something about the glaces Yoongi kept throwing toward your side was strange, even Jungkook kept looking at your side, you were after all near the stage. But, you told yourself it was nothing. After the whole concert, you were full of joy to the brim.

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Jhamsil Stadium, (but Backstage)

"They are moving out!" Yoongi exclaimed "I will lose her, again!"

"Calm down Yoongi! We'll do something about this" Jin told the distressed boy.

"I have a plan, don't worry Yoongi, I've got you" Namjoon was heard saying and Yoongi looked up to him.

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Later in the car

"I've gotta say this, At first I thought I was seeing a ghost or something, when Jungkook showed me that girl. I've seen the picture Yoongi hyung got made by the sketch artist so many times, but never knew she was real" Jimin confessed.

Yoongi was heard to scoff. "You guys never listened to me! I told you I saw her"

"Sorry if we didn't believe you saw a girl in a skirt on a chilly night and then started seeing in your dream to be real!" Jimin retorted and added "C'mon we thought, you wete going Senile! Even Hobi hyung didn't believe you!"

"Hey" Hobi protested.

"I swear to God-"

"Okay Okay! Calm down, we're almost there, lets are Shihyuk hyung" Namjoon said

"You think he'll help?" Hoseok ask

"Oh I know he will" Namjoon said.

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At Hybe Office (the next afternoon)

"So you're all sure you saw her yesterday, as in she's real?" Hitman Bang asked.

"Ah! I told you this won't work I-" Yoongi started but was stopped by Namjoon

"Hyung, please be patient" Namjoon said.

"I'm sorry Yoongi but this situation of yours is not specifically usual, you see" Yoongi tried to calm himself down cause even he knows the poor man is trying his best to understand

"I have an idea, but first can you pin point the seat she was in?" Hitman Bang asked

"Yeah, she was in the 2nd row, left side of the stage" Jungkook spoke out and everybody looked at him "What? I noticed" he said shrugging.

"Now we need to find the exact seat number through the videos and clips that are there" he said

"Sorry to interrupt but what will you do exactly?" Jimin asked

"Oh I have already started doing it. We have announced a lucky draw for the Tickets" He said

"And?" Taehyung and Jimin asked at the same time.

"We'll choose the specific sear along with the other few. A proof of the ticket and a concert selfie would be required to prove their point, and we'll ask for their contact details" He said

"Superb!" Jin said

"Then? Than what?! I just text her like a weirdo?" Yoongi exclaimed

"Now that, my boy is up to you" Bang PDnim laughed and turned back to his computer.

"First things first, we'll figure what to do later" Namjoon said and ushered the members out.

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XcX Office, Seoul (A Week later)

"The presentation was mind-blowing Y/n" Eunkwang said

"Really?! I felt so nervous this morning" You said and left. Sigh it was your first presentation and you nailed it.

"So what are you doing later after the shift? It's a friday, any plans?" He asked

"No, just stay in and watch Netflix Ig" you said tucking a hair behind your ear.

"There's a restaurant I really like in Hongdae, they have happy hours on friday. Wanna join?" He asked, damn his brown shiny eyes. You'd be lying if you said your "small" crush on him, was not so small in actuality. Unknowingly a smile and a blush crept to your face as you nodded your head.

You were excited for your date, if only you knew.

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In Hongdae

"Seriously hyung, did we have to come all the way here just for shawarma?" Jimin deadpaned

"You know I love specific places for specific food" Jin said, wrapping an arm around the shorter guy.

"Why did I get wrapped up in this" Yoongi said with a huge sigh.

"Oh C'mon Yoongiya breathe some air outside that studio" Jin said and chuckled

The three wore masks and caps, and looked around trying to enjoy a calm friday evening,

They were walking towards the restaurant Jin told them about but Jimin stopped when he saw something.

"Hyung" he called and the two head swiped his way and he pointed at a restaurant rather at two certain people

"Fuck! In all of this mess I completely forgot this possibility" Yoongi said stomping a foot "You guys go on I need to go back to the studio" he was about to go when Jin said.

"And do what? Just write songs! No! We don't even know if they are dating"

"They don't even look that close to be honest" Jimin said

"Don't indulge him" Yoongi told Jimin "I don't want to come in between them, if they have something"

"No of course YOU won't" Jin assured him "but we might? Just check" and with this he pulled Yoongi towards their new destination with Jimin at tow.

They entered the restaurant and tipped the manager off to not let anybody enter the restaurant and the manager accepted when he saw their faces.

"Show time boys" Jin whispered

"Target locked" Jimin said

"This is a very bad idea" Yoongi said while he face palmed, but he couldn't ignore the butterflies he felt in his stomach the moment his eyes landed on her. The one who keeps her away in his dreams. He felt like a school goer looking at his crush. He'd be lying if he didn't feel like throwing that guy off the chair and sit himself, talk to you, get to know you.

He shook his head and went to sit, yes of course they chose to sit at the table right next to you and if that wasn't enough, Jimin turned and said "Hello" to her when she were staring at them.

Yoongi heard a whisper from Jin saying something about "Mission Successful"

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Meanwhile

(I've never made texts. Please bear with me.)

"Wouldn't you wanna go grab a picture?" Eunkwang asked with a slide smile.

"I actually do" you said shyly.

"Then what are you waiting for?! Let's get you a picture with BTS!" he said and the both of you grabbed your phones and went there way.

"Hello" You said.

"Hi!" Jin chirped,

Damn he's more handsome up front

"Thanks" he said

"Sorry? What? Did I say that out loud?" You asked embarrassed.

"No. But your eyes tell that you were admiring me" he said and laughed a bit.

Yoongi was seen shaking his head. You smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Are you guys enjoying the evening?" You asked

Yoongi nodded and Seokjin said something about the weather being so good and you wanted to ask them where Jimin was but couldn't.

"Is that guy your boyfriend?" Jin suddenly whisper asked

"Hyung!" Yoongi sneered

"No, no! He's just a friend" you said smiling

"Good. You can do better" you heard Jimin saying from behind Jin.

"Sorry I was in the washroom" he said "Hello I am Jimin, what... Is your name?" He suddenly said in english and extended his hand. And you giggled and said "My name is Yn, its nice to meet you" in english and shook his hand.

"Now we can click a picture" Jin announced, and you stood between Jin and Jimin with Yoongi beside them as Eunkwang clicked a picture. After congratulating them on PTD and complementing each of them, you went back to your table and they went to theirs.

"It's good that there weren't many customers to start off or it would have been chaos by now" you told Eunkwang

"Yeah I heard the manager telling the ones before you to not upload the picture right away. But you seemed to be talking quite much with them" he said smiling

"Yeah, they are really easy to talk to." You said.

"Apart from the pale one" Eunkwang commented.

"Yoongi? No he's just quiet" you smiled to yourself.

The day was an actual dream and you thanked Eunkwang 1,876 times for taking you there even if it was a coincidence.

You sent the picture to Rats and they went crazy. You were happy and content, you decided to rest and chill the weekend. You were about to enter your house and were searching for the keys, when a paper hit your fingers. You felt strange because you didn't remember putting it there, you brought it out and found it to be a note, it said:

Call me: XXXX-XXXX

What the hell? You thought.

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In the Bangtan Dorm

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Yoongi asked in surprise "What made you think she'll text?! What made you think she can be trusted?!" He added

"I have a feeling she will and the rest is up to you. You're a smart man hyung figure it out" Jimin said

"I am doomed" Yoongi sighed

"Hyung, it's not that bad. Just talk to her and get to know her then tell her okay" Jungkook said

"That is IF she texts" Yoongi said.

"She will" Jimin said with a gleam in his eyes "I believe in the power of love"

"Aww Jimin ssi" Jungkook coo and said "But, I feel it too, there must be a reason why she shows up at your dreams"

"She was really fun to talk too as well" Jimin added, and the two got engaged in their own conversation when Yoongi stood up and walked out of the room.

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And they both started talking, Yn told Jungmin a little about her self and Jungmin told her about himself. They both strangely found it easy to talk to each other. Yn got to know that Jungmin was a producer and loved music. Jungmin got to know that Yn is an interior designer for a leading construction company. She's like an architect but for the insides of hotels, restaurants and public places.

She got to know that Jungmin doesn't like working but realised that when he does work, he doesn't know how to stop. But the guy loves to nap, almost like a cat.

He got to know about her friends and how she sometimes misses her parents back at Ilsan. He also knows how much she loves pop music and loves this band called BTS. Yn knows that being a music producer himself, even Jungmin was a fan of their music.

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3 months later

Jungmin and Yn often spoke on the phone, even though Yn insisted Jungmin never facetimed and said that he was shy. She had no idea what he looked like, but Jungmin had become an important part of her day. Jungmin was a busy guy, but he still looked out time to text her and Yn found that endearing, but she hoped that she could actually meet Jungmin soon.

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Genius Lab, Hybe Building

"Hyung? Which base do you like?" Namjoon asked, Jimin sitting beside him. The younger boy sets down his switch and glances at Yoongi who has headphones on and is typing away on his phone. And of course he sneaked up behind him and peaked at the contact name and gasped.

"OH MY GOD! This is why you turned down Shihyuk hyung when he offered you her number because you had it!" Jimin said

"Yeah he did, he's actually smitten for her" Namjoon said

"You knew?" Jimin said

"Yes, only Namjoon and Hobi knew" Yoongi muttered.

"Tell me everything or I'll tell Jin hyung right now" Jimin threatened and Namjoon almost shook in his seat imagining Jin's rap scolding and said "No. No. Hyung will tell you, don't tell Jin hyung"

And Jimin smirked and Yoongi went on with the story.

"Jungmin?! You said your name was Jungmin?! Couldn't you get a better name!" Jimin exclaimed

"You and Jungkook were the only ones in front of me so it happened, okay!" Yoongi said sinking into his chair "But I think I'm gonna meet her" He declared

"Are you sure?" Namjoon asked

And Yoongi nodded "I trust her"

"All the best hyung" Jimin said.

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A few days later

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were probably shaking with nervousness and excitement. You were gonna meet Jungmin, finally. But for some reason he told you to be patient and not get freaked out. Did he look strange? That's not a problem? Is he an alien?! That thought made her laugh.

You reached the cafe that Jungmin had told you. He said he'd be in a black tshirt and black cap. You noticed such a figure inside. But, the nearer you went the nearer you saw him and when he looked up at you, your world stopped

"Yn" he called your name and it sounded like honey to your ears.

"Jungmin?" You still asked in amazement. You thought of a lot of possibilities but this one never popped into your mind.

"I can explain Yn" he said and you nodded for him to go on as you took a seat. "I remember you, from the 2019 concert when we had eye contact. That night the moment our eyes met when I was in my car and you were standing outside, I could take my eyes off you. I kept staring almost like a creep until the car turned and you went out of my sight. I couldn't sleep properly for days I kept dreaming of you. Everyday, I saw you, but could never get close to you, in my lucid dreams. But then you came to the concert and I saw a new ray of hope" and Yoongi told you the rest.

"So, Jungmin comes from Jungkook and Jimin's names right?" You said smiling and continued, "I understand why you did what you did. I kinda forgive you" you said and found the kitty boy beaming and it's obvious the two of you had a great time. He dropped you home and you were in a daze.

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The boys found Yoongi laughing a bit more these days. The music he made had a sign of that. He seemed genuinely happier. Meanwhile, Yn was seen to smile a bit brighter.

Meeting Yoongi, facetiming Yoongi, having at least one Yoongi activity daily had become a part of you day. To a level that on the days you didn't hear of Yoongi, you felt incomplete.

Yes, you had a huge crush on this Kitty boy and hoped that his dreams and everything actually meant something.

Within moments you heard a knock on your door and you ran and opened it and were pulled into a hug. He pulled away and looked into your eyes and asked "You meant that?"

"every word of it" you said and you didn't need to say again, he could see it in your eyes and so you could see the amount of love and adoration he held for you in his eyes.

And he pulled you in a soft kiss, it was soft but it held all the feelings that the two of you had for each other.

Yes, the boy ended up cuddling with you night long and left early in the morning for schedules.

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[kookiecrumb]

May I request you where Tae had these lucid dreams where he kept dreaming of a pretty face and he can't help but paint her and share it in his IG like he always does? And just one day randomly he saw her while he doing his business(idk like he's in a cafe, bookstore or something) and after that post, people have been tagging you speculating that maybe you guys dating or something. And that's where found out little something about you and texted you

Okay listen here. I had this exactly idea for nearly the same plot in my old friend's dms and I abandoned the idea because it felt like it was missing something, but this was PERFECT.

I deleted our dms though...I don't care. I'll rewrite it. Absolutely.

I really don't like social media aus, so I'm going to maybe make Tae an actual artist and make people contact her by word of mouth about it because he's really well-known. This is set in France cause I said so.

Perhaps her friends go to an art show and mention to him that you look like his muse...

Anyways! Here you are.

kth || Muse

Taehyung jumped awake. His palms rubbed into the sockets of his eyes, the dizzying feeling of amnesia overcoming him. He snatched his curtains open, hunching over himself. The sun bathed the room.

The very first thought of you conjured in his mind, a memory that cut through the mental fog. A vivid image, a beautiful woman with warm, captivating eyes and a glowing smile upon her supple lips appeared.

Suddenly, his heart softened. He fell back upon his feathery bed, sighing. Frankly, he was slightly flustered. In his dream, you seemed to fly like an angel above the flowered valleys under an endless sky.

It happened again. It was you again.

He glowed, reminiscing on his previous visions of his Goddess, his Muse.

Taehyung was an enigma from the beginning of his career, though it did cause an air of intimidation within the atmosphere of the humble classroom. There was not a time when he didn't grab the attention from everybody in the room instantly with his attention to detail. Each curve, each crevice, each dip of his model's figure was perfectly captured, through only his earthy hands.

 He had achieved mastery of multiple art mediums, his favorite being life charcoal drawings. 

The way his fingers scraped the canvas to capture the most intimate of details in a single stroke was no doubt one of the most incredible things anyone has ever witness.

He uses his talent to depict you.

In various positions-- some romantic, most sexual...all captivating ruminations of your glowing visage. It excited him in every sense.

His heart, his body, and his mind belonged to the idea of you.

The media was just as excited about Taehyung's artistic debut in Paris. It was known that he taught an anatomy course in the south of France before he quit to follow his ambition of becoming an artist.

That's when the idea of you first crossed his mind. He was enlightened by your unwavering beauty and felt the need to express his passion immediately.

The result of this relentless expression was the attention of some of the top art critics in France.

They wanted his work in the museums and had the connections to get him there. With one phone call, Taehyung would debut as a real Parisian artist.

He'd departed for New York soon afterwards, in search for a moment of much-needed solitude.

The spectacle of his work rendered people all over the country speechless-- including one of your dear friend, Joanne, who was on a European vacation when she spotted the spitting image of her bestie hanging up near the Lourve.

This was unsettling to say the least. If you had a new hot Parisian boyfriend, she'd be the first to know, right? Right.

Just in case, though, she didn't message you right away. She needed to investigate!

She needed to find this guy. Luckily, underneath the title of the painting of you completely naked, draped over a sofa like you were Rose from the Titanic, there was a website! How convenient.

Joanne arrived at her hotel room that night and went snooping on his Instagram. It looked like his entire discography was pictures of her best friend-- you, either partially or completely nude, smiling at the onlooker.

At that point, she pulled out her phone and started typing. "Y/N~ you never told me you had a smoking hot Korean boyfriend from Paris~"

It was still 3 AM in New York, so of course you wouldn't read it until the next morning while getting your morning coffee.

You were very, very confused while waiting in line for your cold brew, though. "Ummm," you messaged back, "I don't???"Jo never texted back right away, so you had time.

You're actually more concerned with this guy who won't stop stealing glances at you from the front of the store.

He was cute, so you didn't mind, but...still questionable.

Your coffee was ready, and you had hours before your next class, so you decided to figure out why Mr.Tall Dark and Handsome here was giving you the goo-goo eyes.

You decided to be bold. Setting your bag on a nearby chair, you sat across from him and smiled. "Hey~ why do you keep staring at me~ its kinda weird~"

"Oh! Is it? Fuck," he laughs. "It's simply that you're pretty." His smile charms you. It's very compelling.

He is screaming inside. If he admits that he has been painting you without knowing it was you in his French apartment for two years now, that would be...incredibly awkward, suspicious, even.

God.

You furrow your eyebrows. "That's it? I don't have food in my teeth or anything?" You joke.

Taehyung shakes his head softly, setting down his cappuccino. "Non, non."

"Okay, well...thank you." You rise from your seat and walk away.

Going home, you can't shake the feeling that there's something you're missing though, so you press Joanna for an explanation later that day.

-

Taehyung freaked back at the apartment.

At least five years of mysterious dreams and two years of meticulous painting to recreate those dreams have manifested themselves in front of him.

He paced the room like a mad man, holding his paintbrushes, his fist clenched around them. He contemplated his next step. He needed to confront you at some point, but how the fuck would you even word such a confrontation?

The answer was that he didn't have to. That evening, a knock was heard at the door and he answered it promptly.

You stood at his door, arms crossed, a puzzled look on your face.

"Who let you up here?" Taehyung scanned through hallway, suddenly out of breath.

"I know people. It's not important!" You exclaim. Looking into his apartment, it's very evident that this was indeed your culprit. It was simply covered in stunning and expensive-looking art pieces. "How come you-- how have you seen me naked?!" You whisper-yell at him.

Taehyung bites his lip and grunts out an answer you can't quite make out.

You squint and request that he clarify.

"I've just had dreams about you for the past...half a decade. You probably don't know me--"

"You're right! I don't!"

"-- you didn't let me finish! But...I know you."

"How exactly...do you know me?" You inquire. This an intriguing circumstance and you simply must know more.

"We've gone out. In...my mind. Fuck, it might be a stretch but...You've lived here your whole life, right? You hate rock candy and the color yellow because it's just too bright...a shame because you look so so good in it and--" he sighs.

Your face transforms into a soft realization. "Really? You're not stalking me then."

"No...of course not, Y/N. I just didn't think you were real this whole time." He sets down his brushes on his counter and gestures for you to come in.

You do.

[ggukkiereads]

(navi)

🌷 some semblance of organization🌷

Ultimate Favorites - #holygrailfics 

Fic Recs / Reactions - #ggukkierecommends

prefer to read drabbles? - #drabbleslikedbyggukkie

Masterpost of Fave Fics per Member - ot7 but only posted two members so far 😥👉👈🌹

Yoongi - series

Jungkook - one shot | series

🌹 sadly not updated because #lazybish me won 😔 sucks I wasn’t able to update my lists when that is the main purpose of this blog. Feel free to send me a message if you want to chat about fics though!

The Type of AUs I enjoy  - I usually get asks on AUs but there are themes/genres I don’t read much on

🌷 fic recs based on ASKs | #ggukkiereadingcollection

🥕 - personal favorite 

Author Recs

Author Recs | SMAUs 🥕

Author Recs | Fluff/Angst (Non-Smut) content - Taehyung & Jungkook 🥕🥕🥕

Fic Recs | Fic List

Werewolf AUs - Taehyung  🥕

Werewolf AUs - Jungkook  🥕🥕

Mafia AUs, Supernatural/Fantasy, Secret Agents/Spy/Assassin AUs   🥕

Established Relationship - Jungkook  🥕

Recommended Angst, Smut, Fluff, E2L - Jimin  🥕🥕

Witch or Vampire Jungkook (similar to ADOW)

Vampire AUs - Jungkook

College AUs - Yoongi  🥕🥕

Extreme Angst Edition - Jungkook  🥕

Infidelity AUs 🥕 + Part 2  ⭐new*

Enemies to Lovers - Yoongi

Sports, Jock AUs - Jungkook 🥕

Chubby or Curvy Reader

Submissive - Jungkook

Hanahaki AUs 🥕

Coworker AUs - Yoongi 🥕

Angst - Jimin 🥕

Single Dad AUs  🥕🥕

DILF Jungkook dilf!jk

Marriage on the Rocks (Divorce - Almost Breaking Up)  🥕🥕

Teacher/Professor AU - Jungkook  🥕

Member/Reader with Disability  🥕

Hoseok/Hobi Birthday Reads 2021 (Favorites + New Fics) 🥕🥕

Poly OT7 fics + Part 2

Caregiver!Jungkook (ddlg)

Lucid Dreams, Multiverse, Dimensions AU 🥕🥕🥕

Daechwita AU - Yoongi  🥕

Suggested Fics to Read - Yoongi  🥕🥕

TaeKook x Reader  🥕

Themed Series (one universe x each member gets storyline) 🥕

BTS Pegging fics

Threesome M/F/F - Jungkook x Reader x OC

Beach Smut

JinKook x Reader

Fluff & Angst Recs (sfw) - Jungkook 🥕🥕

Fluff & Angst Recs (sfw) - Taehyung 🥕

Age Gap - Jungkook

Idol AUs  

Hybrid AUs  🥕

Fake Dating AUs 🥕🥕

Masseur/Massage Therapist AUs   

Unrequited Love (Member!Piner)  🥕🥕

BTS Heist AUs 

BTS Racer AUs  

Mafia AUs - Jungkook    🥕🥕🥕

“Bunny” as pet name  

Lazy Morning Vibes    🥕

Village Vibes Fics (like Lowlander)  🥕

Pacific Rim AU   🥕

Prank Wars   🥕

Idol AUs - Namjoon   🥕

Arranged Marriage with Single Dad

Jungkook Getting Married to OC x Bestfriend Reader - happy ending

OC jealous of Member’s Bestfriend

Exchange Student!Member Fics

Exchange Student!Reader Fics

Attack on Titan

Enemies to Lovers - Jungkook  🥕🥕🥕

Role Play as a Plot Twist   🥕🥕

Member x Reader and The Bestfriend   🥕

Creepy (and Haunting) Fics 

There’s Only One Bed trope  🥕

Prince AUs - Jimin     🥕🥕

Epistolary (Love Letters, Email, Voicemail, Chat)    🥕🥕🥕

Butler AUs 

Virgin + Corruption Kink  

Mechanic (auto shop) BTS   🥕

BTS Dad AU x Exes AU (hidden pregnancy theme)   🥕

Church Goer x Bad Girl/Boy AU  ⭐new*

Arranged Marriage x Proof of Consummation   ⭐new*

Cruise Ship Scenarios - Jungkook  🥕  ⭐new*

Moving On Fics (deceased Ex) AU  🥕  ⭐new*

BTS In The SOOP AUs  

Tokyo Ghoul AUs  

Soldier AU - Taehyung  

Soldier AU - Jungkook 🥕🥕 

BTS Kingsman AU  ⭐new

list updated: ⭐ 2022 Jan 22 note: if link doesn't work, click the #ggukkiereadingcollection hashtag at the bottom of this post

🌷 reading lists that could work as a fic rec too

started a reading list on my main blog just to keep myself organized but I realized others use it to check out fics too. It's not exhaustive - there are actually more fics I haven't included since these lists are more of current reads. I'll try to include some faves in this fic recs blog.

🥕 - personal favorites

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 May pt1 - updated [MYG, KTH, JJK] 🥕🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 May pt2 - updated [per member]

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 May pt3 - updated 🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 June - updated 2021June

to be re-titled - links to be updated - to be categorized per member:

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 Aug 🥕🥕🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 Sep 🥕🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 Oct 🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2020 Nov 🥕

BTS Christmas Reading List - 2020 Dec 🥕🎄

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Jan Pt 1 🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Jan Pt 2

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Feb Pt 1

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Feb Pt 2 (Jungkook)

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Mar Pt 1 🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Mar Pt 2 (Jungkook)

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Apr Pt 1 

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Apr Pt 2 (Jungkook)  🥕🥕

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 May Special Edition (BTS + OT7/multi)

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 May Special Edition (Jungkook)

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 June Pt 1  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 June Pt 2 (Jungkook)  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 July  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Aug Pt 1 (ongoing reads)  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Aug Pt 2 (completed fics) 

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Sep   

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Oct  

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 Nov 

BTS Christmas Reading List - 2021 Dec  

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Jan Pt 1  

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Jan Pt 2  

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Feb  ⭐new

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Mar to May Part 1  ⭐new

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 Mar to May Part 2  ⭐new

BTS Fic Reads - 2022 June  ⭐new 

tagged as #ggukkiereadinglist on my main

🌷 other fics to check 🌷

ongoing fics I’m reading | teasers to upcoming fics I want to check (under my main blog, tagged as #ongoing)

🌷  fic hunts - 'do you know this fic?' asks

sometimes I get asks if I know fics and I’d answer if I do. If I don’t, I direct to @/btsficfinds

🌷 #recsfromthegarden 🌷   

recommended by other readers 

Dark Fantasy AUs + E2L - fics: concentric, moonstruck 🥕

floralseokjin, obiwrites, and xherxx  🥕

CraftRose on AO3 - fics: vibrate, butterfly, skirt

Foxymoxy on AO3 - fics: meadow, lowlander, amended, little bean  🥕🥕

thebiaswrekkers Mafia AU - fic: make it right 

kissmetae - recommended author

Sugaslick [AO3] - fic: rules

Abundance (OT7 Hybrid AU) & Maybe I Do (Taehyung Arranged Marriage AU)  🥕

Historical Yoongi Fics/Daechwita Fics - Silver Dragon & The King Isn’t Dead

Sorted Series by gukyi - to be included in Fic List | BTS Themed Series

Most Beautful Moment in Life by bts-reveries - tb included in BTS Themed Series

Wrienne [AO3] - fics: a hundred percent human, dead leaves, my cheating amnesiac fiance

Multiple Personality AU by jimlingss - fic: his name

Serious Inquiries Only by adventuresinwonderlust

reneejuliet’s dystopian au - fic: ignorance is bliss  

kerikaaria - fics: if I never met you, where you belong 

jeojahari - fic: kiss it better (yoongi soulmate series)  

minyfic - fic: knuckles (jungkook crack)  

persphonesorchid - fic: euphoria (soulmate au)   

thebiasrekkers - fic:dream of red  

sahmfanficbts - fic: promise me 

gilibean - fic: lily of adversity  

sabiekay - fic: microcosmos  

persephonesorchid - fic: rings  ⭐new*

namjooningelsewhere - fic:overdue   ⭐new*

azurefangirl - fic: eclipsed hearts   ⭐new*

you-are-my-joy - fic: my forever  ⭐ new*

hyungieyoongi - masterlist  ⭐ new*

🌷 anons list 🌷

🌙 anon | 🗯 anon | 🧚🏻‍♀️ anon | 

🐻 anon | 🌻 anon | 💙EJ |

🌷 Others 🌷

About Me (posts that kind of give a clue to me as a person lol)

Reading Habits (an ask how many fics I could read per day)

AO3 Tutorial (or kinda)

Ask on reblogs/comments (writers share their thoughts)

Writer shared their process of profiling characters

An ASK about how to write reviews

[shadowofahope]

Lucid - masterlist

Premise: What if this lucid dream isn't his? What if he isn't the only one brought here? What if she's the one deciding? Either way, she never speaks a word.

Warnings: None

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Authors notes: This story is super complex and is a lot harder for me to write. Bear with me, I'm unsure of the update schedule for this work!

Sneak peak

Chapter 1 - Dormiveglia

Chapter 2 - Latibule

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

[raplinesmoon]

Also I’m the same anon who just read on the ropes!

The way you wrote Seokjin as a character 😩😘it made complete utter sense. he wasn’t just the funny guy he had depth and was conceived as a guy who had emotion as well so I LOVED IT😁

Hi On the Ropes anon (that is a mouthful, would you like me to call you something else?) 🥰

You don’t understand, OTR!Seokjin has my entire heart. I actually dreamt up the plot of the fic over a couple of weeks (lucid dreaming hehe 👀), and I just kept coming back to his character as the cornerstone of everything. I wanted to do exactly what you said, create a layered, complex Seokjin who was capable of emotions beyond cracking dad jokes. Not that funny Seokjin isn’t great, but I kind of think back to this one time the boys were asked who was the most romantic and I think Taehyung said Jin? I really saw his character as someone who struggled a lot in life, but also, no joke, falling in love with OC was life changing for them. Not just because of their situation, but also because the two of them, regardless of whether they ended up together or not, would forever inspire this cosmic shift in the other that rendered them unable to live life as they had previously.

It’s funny because I was actually thinking of them the other day and if you’ve read the epilogue, you know how things work out for them. But I wrote down this little scene of them, some time at 3:41am.

pairing: ex-boxer!Seokjin x lawyer!reader (from On The Ropes)

genre(s): fluff, slight angst

au(s): established relationship

word count: 425

warnings: wondering about what ifs

rating: pg (the OTR universe is 18+ in general)

a/n: I lowkey imagined this scene between them where they’re together after the 3 years apart, and just lying in bed (after some marathon sex ofc), and this is just what happens:

*spoilers below the cut if you haven’t read*

You feel Seokjin shift next to you, his warm palms coming to wrap around you waist, pulling you closer to him until you’re both a tangle of limbs, unable to tell where he ends and you begin. His faint breath fans across your neck, and right here, in his arms, you feel the safest you ever have. If home was a person, it’d be Kim Seokjin.

You hear his breath hitch, catching in his throat before he begins to speak. His voice rumbles, and a pleasant warmth settles into your body despite the chilly night air.

“What would you have done?” He asks. “If we’d never found each other again?”

You go limp in his arms, dread settling in at his question. That was a situation you’d never wanted to fathom happening to either of you. But you think back to those uncertain months before you’d found him again, and how you’d never managed to make your peace with the loss of his presence in your life.

You’d been okay, no doubt, doing better for yourself ,finally out of the rut that had plagued you for years. But your soul still felt fractured, as if there would forever be a tiny chip in the delicate glass walls that held your heart, one that would never be able to be repaired. Even if you could move on and live the happiest life you’d imagined, part of you would always belong to him.

Shaking your head, you let out a heavy sigh, not wanting to worry Seokjin this late at night. The two of you had more than enough creases and lines marring your once youthful faces.

“Jagiya,” you whisper against his ear, and immediately feel him melt, arms tightening around you. “I found you again. That’s what matters, right? And every day, I don’t take that for granted.”

Although you can’t see him smile, you feel it, his lips ghosting against your temple.

“I know,” he responds. “But for what it’s worth , ___, you were it for me. I’m not sure I would have ever been able to love someone else like I love you. Even Sooyoung. Everything I’d ever wanted, everything I’d seen my parents have, I wanted it with you. I still want it with you.”

Turning in his arms, you press a soft kiss to his lips, and the two of you linger for a few moments, lost in the feeling of each other. You’d never be able to get enough.

“Good thing we have nothing to worry about then, right?”

“Right.”

[ggukkieland]

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 January Pt 1

A lot of new fics and old favorites I was in the mood to read again 🥰

Fics are not mine. Credits go to all the writers. Please show them love 💖 by reblogging or commenting on their work 🥰.

Note: if link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

🥕Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕Completed - completed one shots | series 🌹 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst 🌷 posted a reaction/commentary on completed fics

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Belong @v-hope​​ - KTH | smau | Enemies to Lovers, Roommate AU, artist!Taehyung x heiress!reader | A, F, humor ~ [updates Wed & Sat]

Calculated @whatifyoulivelikethat​​ - JJK | 18.4k | Noona AU, basically responsible TA learns how to get wild courtesy of Dom!JK 😁| S, F 

01 02 03

Ego Killer @zibermuda​​ - JJK | 21.4k  | Fuckboy AU, Enemies to Lovers, FWB AU, College AU | S, A, F ~ [2/3]

01 02 

Just One @jungxk​​ - JJK | 60.6k | Fuckboy AU, College AU | S, F, A ~ [8/10] 

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08  

Mars @to-star-lake​​ - KTH | 18.6k | Ahistorical AU, Military AU, kind of Enemies to Lovers | A, S, F ~ [4/?]

01 02 03 04

Netflix & Chill Series @1kook​​ - JJK | 106.1k, so far | Blind Date AU,  Established Relationship | S, F, A ~ [9/?] + [9 drabbles]

Fragrances @jj-ktae​​​ - JJK | 10k, so far | Perfumery AU, Music Composer AU | A, F ~ [2/?]

Plot Twist @kimnjss​​ - KNJ | smau | Idol AU, Rapper AU, Rich Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers | A, S, F ~ [updates daily]

Pretty Boy Drabble Series @angelguk​​ - JJK | aka jock!jk, Bestfriend AU, Established Relationship AU | S, F, A ~ [7 drabbles, so far]

Sh @wwilloww​​ - OT7 | 25k | Wilderness AU, Friends to Lovers, Poly AU |  S, A [4/?] 

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🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon 

By The Moonlight  @hobeemin​​ - drabble | 1k | Fantasy, Humor, Sailor Moon AU, Anime AU | 🌷  (so funny 😂)

Reverie @minstrophywife​​ - one shot | 5.2k | Sci-Fi AU, Lucid Dreams AU | A, F, S  🌷

Underground King  @sugaxjpg​​ - one shot | 13.4k | Boxer AU, Gang AU | S, slight A 🌷

Seokjin 

...cause I Iike you?! @scriptaed​​ - drabble | 2.1k | Enemies to Lovers | F 🌷

Blurred Lines  @yoonia​​ - series | 25.9k | Teacher AU, Tattooed Biker!Jin, Bar AU | S ~ [3/3] 🌷

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What We Left Behind @suhdays​​ - one shot | 9k | Exes AU, Travel AU | A, F

Yoongi

Inevitable @btsarmy9593​​ - drabble | 1.7k | Mafia AU, Childhood Friend, Bar AU | F, A  🌷

Litost @ethertae​​ - one shot | 7.8k | Enemies (to Lovers?) | S x A = hate sex 🌷 (I’ve read this years ago and I am so glad I found it again 🥰]

She’s not Afraid @moononthejoon​​ - series | smau with written parts | fwb AU, College AU | A, F, S   ~ [31/31]

Stay High  @personasintro​​ - one shot | 16.5k | Exes AU, inspired by Tove Lo ‘s Habits (so expect toxic behavior) | S, A  🌷 

Hoseok 

Covenant + Repose @junghelioseok​​ - one shot + drabble | 17.7k | Werewolf AU, Bestfriends to Lovers, Arranged Marriage AU | 🌷

The Talent Finder @threeletterslife​ - one shot | 10.5k | Musician AU, kind of Supernatural (OC can see person’s calling) | F, A 

War & Peace @out-of-jams​ - one shot | 9.9k | ABO dynamics, alpha!hoseok, omega!reader, Enemies to Lovers | F (this is really cute) 

Jimin

He’s Pretending + drabble @crystaljins​​ - one shot | 4.9k | Faerie Reader x Demon Jimin, Enemies to Lovers, Fantasy AU | F 🌷

Nine One One @yminie​​​ - series | 41.2k | Exes AU, Detective AU, Crime AU | A, F, S ~ [3/3]

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Rules Of The Game @probablypjm​​ - one shot | 6.7k | Dom!Jimin, Office AU, Slytherin Jimin, Hufflepuff Reader, MMF with Yoongi | S, A, slight F

Taehyung

Aquarium  by whatifyoulivelikethat - two shot | 6.8k | Breakup AU, Strangers to Lovers, about Healing | A, F [2/2]

01 (Jungkook) 🌷  | 02 (Taehyung)  🌷

Black Waltz @jimlingss​​ - two shot | 26.8k | Butler AU, Historical AU | F, A  [2/2]  🌷 

01 02

Curtain @btssmutgalore​ - one shot | 4.8k | exhibitionism, (kinda) Strangers to Lovers | S 

Love Me or We Both Go Down @gukyi​ - one shot | 32k | Arranged Marriage AU, Enemies to Lovers | F, A, S 🌷

The Snow King @bloomsuga - one shot | 25k | Fantasy AU, Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage AU | F, A, S 

Jungkook

Ancient History by moononthejoon - one shot | 12.8k | part of the Playlist series, Exes AU, Actors AU | A, F, S  🌷

A Quarter Past Us @jjiimin​ - one shot | 13.8k | Exes AU, Breakup AU | A, F 🌷

Brat Taming @sugasbabiie​ - one shot | 8.2k | Fuckboy AU, Roommates AU, Enemies to Lovers, Tattoo Artist!JK, Noona AU | S, A, F

Casual @omot7​ - series | smau with written chapters| idiots to lovers AU,  College AU | A, S, F ~ [20/20]

Concealed Weapon @gimmesumsuga​ - one shot | 10k | Established Relationship, Husband AU, Mafia AU, Assassin AU(?) | S, PWP 🌷 (probably the 4th time I’ve read this 💦😝)

Confidential @sincerelyourfangirl​ - one shot | 4.2k | Secret Agent AU | S, F 🌷

Cut Me Loose  @dreamyjoons​ - one shot | 3.6k | fwb AU, Rebound AU 😭 , Unrequited (?) Love | A, S, F (the ending reminded me of Say Anything boombox scene lol)

Heartbreaker With A Heart Of Gold @filmflowersbangtan​ - one shot | 3.8k | Rockstar AU, Exes AU | A, S, F 🌷

Hot Boy Bummer @jungkxook​ - one shot | 14.6k | Bestfriend AU, fwb AU, Fuckboy AU | S, A, F 🌷 

Make It Right by jungkxook - one shot | 11.5k | part of the Melodrama Tour series, Band AU, Exes AU | A, S, F 

Mango by whatifyoulivelikethat - series | 13.2k | A love story between bad boy Jeon Jungkook and a strange girl with mango eating obsession. | A, F, S 🌷 (it’s a healing type of fic, I love this so much 🥰)

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May 31 @jeonjeonggukenergy​ - one shot | 5k | Roommate AU, College AU, a different take on “there’s only one bed” | S, F 🌷 (second time reading this!)

Microwave Misadventures  @bymoonchild​ - one shot | 20k | Roommates AU, Enemies to Lovers, College AU | A, F, S 🌷 (this was one the fics that launched my love for roommates x E2L combo years ago)

Pop Goes The Cherry @1oserjk​ -  drabble-ish? | 3.8k | Brother’s Best Friend AU, Childhood Friends AU, virgin!reader | A 🌷

Safety Net @pradaksj​ - two shot | 40k | Boxer AU, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Roommates AU | A, F, S 

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Sex Education 2.0 @extravaguk​ - sequel | 9k | Established Relationship AU, Brother’s Best Friend AU | F, S, A 🌷 (sequel is even better and Part 1 is already great 🤗)

Somnolent  @forgottenpasta​ - drabble | 3k | Roommates AU, Friends to Lovers | pure FLUFF 🌷 (an old favorite)

Sugarplum Energy by bymoonchild - one shot | 17.9k | fwb AU, College AU, Soundcloud Singer AU, Idiots to Lovers AU, secret identity | S, A, F 🌷 (a re-read 🥰)

The Likelihood Of Being On Your Mind by jjiimin - one shot | 18.2k | Childhood Friends AU, Neighbors AU, slight Enemies to Lovers, College AU | F, A 

The Lonely Hearts Club @vantaenims​ - one shot | 17.5k | College AU, Friends to Lovers | A, F (erm, poor Koo? 😭)

The Tutor by sugasbabiie - one shot | 4.1k | Jock AU, Tutor AU | S, F 

Way Down In Bed Stuy @minstrivia​ - one shot | 5k | Sister’s Boyfriend AU, Infidelity AU | S, A 🌷 (a re-read)

The Weeb Kook Collection @himbojk - drabble series | 29k | College AU, nerd koo x popular girl | S, F, A 🌷 [4/4 + seasonal drabbles]

🥕posted: 2021 Jan 23 🥕link to other reading lists  | Jan Part 2  🌹 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =