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[thesharchive]

Tauren Wells - Joy In The Morning (ft. DOE & Lecrae)

Released on July 7, 2023

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[kyle1]

*looking at all my new followers*

These.. are mine. 🥰

[tiand]

"Hills and Valleys" by Tauren Wells

[tonisdailydevotionals]

[only-happily-ever-afters]

I'm going to be putting my favorite covers for this month in this folder!

Let me know if you have trouble listening (I'll get a better mic eventually I promise)

[letras2wi]

Tauren Wells - Seen Lyrics

Tauren Wells – Seen Lyrics, Letra Seen Letra, Lyrics: How do You know me? When sometimes I don’t know myself And how are You hearing The words I ain’t tell no one else On the days when my life’s slipping right out of my hands When I’m blinded by lies, You remind me of who I am You see the best in me Through every broken piece I’ve got nothing to prove I’m already loved by You I’ll never get over…

[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @aceauthorcatqueen , @fallenxjas , @smileytrinity ,@lucifertookmyshoe , @an-entity-i-think , @thecornerofbelu , @griffonskies , @odinjm , @cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu , @thelady-mary , @bennedict , @nightninjaboy , @st8-of-grace , @star-rie , @error-username-not-available , @dogberryrowan , @jamieweasley13 , @tansyuduri , @tercais , @robynnemrys , @evadne01 , @serasvictoria02 , @hairdryerducks , @hopeaha Sorry for the delay, my college classes started and this fragment turned out to be quite long. I hope you enjoy it.

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 , PART 15 (You're here) , PART 16

In "To kill a king"

Gwen's father, Tom, consorting with Tauren.

Tom: (exclaims, after Tauren turned lead into gold with the mage stone) Gold!

Tauren: (smiles evily) Pure priceless gold. Yours, blacksmith, if you keep your mouth shut.

Tom: I don't think that's going to be possible.

Tauren: (confused) What?

Arthur: (Enters with guards suddenly) Seize him!

Tauren: (Tries to scape, but he trips and is quickly surrounded. He turns to Tom, furious) You! You set me a trap!

Arthur: It was me actually. (turns to Tom) Well done, Tom.

Tom: Anytime, sire.

Tauren: (yells while he's taken outside) You'll pay for this! All of you! (is taken away by the guards)

Arthur: Tom, you put yourself at great risk by agreing to participate in this ambush. Your service to the crown won't go unrewarded.

Tom: (bows, grateful) Being of service to you is enough reward for me, sire.

Gwen: (enters, crying) Dad! (goes to hug him)

Tom: Gwen! (hugs her inmediatly) What are you doing here? I told you not to come! It's dangerous!

Gwen: And you expected me to just wait until you came back of your suicidal mission?! If something had happenened to you I couldn't bare it.

Arthur: (smiles, glad he could save Gwen the pain of losing her father) You didn't come alone, did you? (calls out) Merlin!

Merlin: (comes out of his hidden place and goes to Arthur, smiling not at all guilty) Someone had to have your back. (thinking) And make sure Tauren didn't scape.

Arthur: (perfectly knowing it was Merlin who made Tauren trip) As if you could. (calls out again) Lancelot?

Lancelot: (comes out of his hidden place and aproaches too) Someone had to look after them. (pointing at Gwen and Merlin).

Arthur: (sighs again and calls out again) Morgana?

Morgana: (comes out of her hidden place and aproaches too, in anger) You put my friend's father in danger and you expect me not to make sure you didn't get him killed?

Arthur: I know you weren't fond of this plan, but there was no other way to capture Tauren. And look, everything turn out alright.

Morgana: And now Gwen and her father are in the crosshairs of a whole group of renegade sorcerers!

Arthur: The king agreed put guards at their house, they won't be unprotected.

Morgana: They wouldn't need protection if you hadn't involved them in the first place!

Gwen: My lady, (puts a hand on her arm) it's fine. We knew what we were getting into and you know I'm not defenseless. I know how to use a sword.

Morgana: (calms down and smiles at her) You sure do. (turns to Arthur) You better put the best guards at their disposal.

Arthur: They already have one. (turns to Lancelot) Will you protect them?

Lancelot: With my life!

Gwen: (blushes at Lancelot devotion and smiles)

Merlin: Arthur, (gives him the mage stone he just picked up) Tauren dropped this.

Tom: Is what the sorcerer used to turn lead into gold.

Arthur: (serious) They're going to come after this.

Time skip. In the dungeons. Morgana goes to Tauren's cell.

Tauren: The king's ward. (laughs dryly) What brings you here? Do you rejoice in our misery too?

Morgana: (gets close) I don't rejoice in anyone's misery. Even yours, that almost got an innocent man killed.

Tauren: So you're here to lecture me?

Morgana: (gets closer and whispers) Allies can appear in unexpected places (puts a key in his hand). Good luck. (leaves)

Tauren: (very confused, but smirks to himself)

Time skip. Tauren scapes from the dungeons and is running away being followed by knights. Morgana appears dressed in a cape riding a horse, picks him up and they flee together. Once they left the knights behind they make a stop in the woods.

Tauren: (gets off the horse, suspicious) Why are you helping me? Is this a trap?

Morgana: If it was, it would be a very poor one. (gets off the horse too) Look, I'm not delighted to see you either, but I needed to scape from Uther and you're the best option I have.

Tauren: But you're his ward.

Morgana: (raises her voice, suddenly scared) I won't be when he finds out what I am!

Tauren: (realises, surprised) You're a sorceress.

Morgana: (nods, shy and her eyes water) I didn't want too, I didn't choose this! But I keep having these visions in my dreams and hearing voices in my head. I didn't want to believe it but then a made some vase explode with my mind and I... (she trembles and cries) I don't want to be a mosnter! I don't want to die!

Tauren: (puts a hand in her shoulder, gently) Magic is not something you should fear, my dear. Is a gift, you're special. The only monster here is the murderer the calls himself king.

Morgana: (snifs) I know. (sadness turns into fury) For years I've seen him kill thousands of innocents while I could only watch. But I don't want to be useless anymore. I want to fight.

Tauren: (still a little distrustful) How can I be sure you're really on our side?

Morgana: (pulls the magic stone out of her pocket and gives it to him) Do you believe me now?

So Tauren brings morgana to his hidden place with all his followers. She intruduces herself, explains her situation and they accept her. With the king's ward now on their side, now they can plan their next move.

Morgana: I really don't want to come back.

Tauren: It's for the best. It won't be long before Uther sends search parties after you. Don't worry. You won't have to suffer his tirany anymore if everything goes as planned.

Morgana: WHEN averything goes as planned. (she smiles and kisses his cheek) Thank you. For accepting me. (gets on her horse) Goodbye.

Tauren whatches Morgana in awe before going back to his camp. He smiles triunfanly. Tomorrow Uther will finally die.

Time skip. Morgana makes a stop in the woods and meets Arthur, Merlin and group of knights.

Arthur: (greets Morgana) Did they fall for it?

Morgana: (smiling) It was easy as cake.

Flashback

Arthur, Uther and Morgana in a room, planning strategies.

Uther: It's very risky.

Arthur: I know. But it's the only way.

Uther: We could wait for them to attack Tom's place to captured them. If they're really going after the stone-

Arthur: But they won't send all of them. Especially with their leader captured. With this plan we can finally find all of them and kill them once and for all.

Uther: (smiles, proudly) You're right. So, who are you going to assign this important task to?

Arthur: I'm still working on it.

Uther: A servant perhaps?

Arthur: No, Tauren is no fool. He knows a servant can be easily hired or ordered to do stuff. He'll know it's a trap for sure.

Morgana: And if it was someone who is nobelty? Someone that can't be paid or order to do stuff because they're too close to the king? Someone like his ward?

Arthur: (concerned) Morgana...

Morgana: (determined) I can do it.

Uther: Absolutly not. It's dangerous!

Morgana: I know how to fight! If I can convince him that I'm on his side-

Uther: (raises his voice, sternly) No, Morgana. End of discussion.

Morgana: (leaves enraged)

Arthur: (sighs as he watches her leave and turns to his father) I'll talk to her later. Make her see sense.

Uther: Good luck with that.

Time skip. In Morgana's chambers. Morgana is siting on her bed and Arthur knocks the door.

Arthur: (opens the door slightly) Can I come in?

Morgana: As if you have to ask.

Arthur: (enters) He only worries about you, you know? I do too.

Morgana: I'm not helpless. For once I'm trying to help. I'm trying to support his absurd cause and he doesn't let me.

Arthur: (sits next to her) You don't really support him though. You don't support any of this.

Morgana: There's a reason Tauren and his men got to this point. Uther started this by killing all sorcerers indiscriminately. He brought this on himself!

Arthur: I know. I don't share his ideas on sorcerers either.

Morgana: (in disbelief) Really?

Arthur: Yes!

Morgana: And yet you're organising this slaughter.

Arthur: Because these sorcerers did do harm. It doesn't matter that my father wronged them first. They must to be stopped.

Morgana: Because they are evil sorcerers?

Arthur: No, just because they're evil. Nothing more.

Morgana: (softens her expression, a bit hopeful) You really don't believe all sorceres are evil?

Arthur: I did help you save that druid boy, didn't I?

Morgana: But... You never spoke up and always followed Uther's orders blindly.

Arthur: Because I had to, not because I wanted to. And you speak up more than enough for the both of us.

Morgana: Well it would have helped me for you to speak up for me there.

Arthur: I agree that you could easily fool Tauren. It wouldn't be hard for him to believe you don't share the king's ideas despite being the king's ward since that's already true anyways. But I also agree with my father that it's too dangerous for you.

Morgana: Wouldn't it be for anybody?

Arthur: You're the king's ward.

Morgana: So it's only okay to endanger others if they are not nobelty, isn't it?

Arthur: (sighs) You still don't forgive me for using Gwen's father.

Morgana: Will you forgive me easily if I used Merlin for something like that?

Arthur: ...

Morgana: Let me help. You'll be leading the ambush, Uther doesn't have to know I was involved. Please.

Arthur: (sighs longly) I'm going to regret this.

Morgana: Yes! (hugs him) Thank you!

End of flashback

The ambush is a success. Arthur and the knights kill Tauren and all his followers, leaving a pool of blood behind. It helped that the mage stone Morgana gave to Tauren was actually a replica Merlin helped made.

Arthur: (thinking, while looking at the corpses coldly) 285.

Morgana: (horrified at Arthur's display and guilty because despite knowing they were evil, these people were like her and accepted her)...

Merlin: (overwhelmed, but mostly concerned) Arthur?

Arthur: Lets go. (leaves)

Morgana: (to Merlin) Has he always been like this when he... does this kind of missions?

Merlin: (trying to reassure Morgana, but mostly himself) Yeah... It's... it's normal (thinking) But he has never been this numb while killing people before…

And they leave in an uncomfortable silence.

[loupsgarou]

an endless loop of music (aka my internal ipod shuffle)

rule: shuffle your Spotify “On Repeat” playlist and list the first (10) songs.

i. famous for/ tauren wells

ii. good day/ forrest frank

iii. proof/ aaron cole

iv. jungle in the city/ gable price and friends

v. alone/ burna boy

vi. árboles bajo el mar/ vivir quintana

vii. 360/ charli xcx

viii. last surprise/ lyn

ix. werld is mine/ raleigh ritchie

x. dominion/ skillet

@carietta-white tagged me (thank you Katie!!) and in turn i’m tagging… @tempe-brennans, @claudiaeparvier, @red-lion-of-voltron, @pinkieroy, @jinxiaobao, and @marrasquutamo. no pressure ofc 🥰

[artofekurzweil]

Why do Tauren make the best rogues? Because they’re made of hide!

… Well, not like this one is hiding. In fact he’d very much want you to watch - preferably by standing still, within range of his pistol.

Commission for Terantic!

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

"basically all corporations do this"? You don't see Warcraft, most D&D settings, the Witcher, Shadowrun, Magic the Gathering, etc etc etc other fantasy franchises calling their orcs 'urgogs' or such. The likes of Blizzard and Hasbro aren't exactly paragons of integrity either, and ideas like 'continuity of brand' are ideas that applied equally to Warhammer.

Buddy. Pal. My guy. WoW-specific races like Tauren, Eredar, Draenai, are all copyrighted, and Blizzard holds copyright over the specific physical appearances of certain iterations of standard fantasy creatures, even though they aren't inherently all that original. Basically all of D&D's "unique" monsters and species are also copyrighted by Hasbro, no matter how derivative they are. Hence why Pathfinder doesn't use them. I don't know exactly what point you're trying to make, but I don't think you're making it very well.

Companies making THEIR version of a thing, in name or visual design, and then claiming it, is literally how all of these fuckers work.

[xddaengx]

The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre:  fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’ 

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement. 

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds. 

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph. 

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot. 

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face. 

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer. 

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft. 

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in. 

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck. 

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest. 

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions. 

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway. 

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit. 

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre. 

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours. 

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his. 

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner. 

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications. 

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation. 

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open. 

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital. 

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful. 

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery. 

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections. 

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows. 

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair. 

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie. 

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in. 

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face. 

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could’ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well. 

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it. 

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift.  “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower. 

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water. 

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline. 

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water. 

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head. 

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo. 

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head. 

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge. 

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed. 

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later. 

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head. 

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor. 

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“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages. 

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom. 

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning. 

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread. 

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news. 

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue. 

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining. 

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand. 

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words. 

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps. 

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship. 

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement. 

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear. 

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire. 

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project. 

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation. 

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.” 

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret. 

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder. 

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face. 

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’ 

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’ 

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article. 

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone. 

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues. 

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side. 

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.” 

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Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group. 

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring. 

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public. 

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight. 

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze. 

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group  further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter. 

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger. 

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened. 

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture. 

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face. 

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive  as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs. 

This you could get used to.

[tiand]

"Joy In The Morning” by Tauren Wells and Elevation Worship