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bibbykins · 2 years ago

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Moonlight Reign Ch. 2

A/N: Sorry I keep disappearing, but hopefully I won't be doing it again! Nothing crazy happened, really, just life gets in the was, you know? But I am back with another part, and I hope you like it!! Everyone say thank you to my sweet B @rapline-heaux for beta-reading. She is the best, go read her stuff!! Also strap in for this one lol

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Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: crime, sensory flashbacks, trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior, pining, violence, past abuse, past neglect, academic neglect, talk of stitches, wound description, panic attack, nails pressing into palm, brief suicidal thought

Namjoon watched the clock tick by as Jungkook slept on his chest. Something about you… didn’t feel right. He couldn’t explain it, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t jealous. Although, he would have reason to be. You were beautiful and your figure only added to it. Not to mention the way you looked straddling Jungkook was objectively erotic looking– but that wasn’t the point. The point was how nonchalant you were about the whole thing. From giving his boyfriend stitches to fighting him off to reacting that way when he grabbed you, Namjoon knew there was something more there.

The seven of them had built Bangtan from the ground up, and especially as anniversary day was coming up, it unnerved him to encounter someone he couldn’t get a read on. He would need to have Yoongi look into what he could find about you. The seven of them were all leaders, but Namjoon controlled the above-ground operations while Yoongi managed the underground ones, and something told Namjoon he’d need to look there for anything about you.

First, he just had to get your full name from the younger man drooling on his chest. He sighed as he brushed a hand through Jungkook’s hair, wanting to be angry with him for getting drunk and getting into a fight, but he just couldn’t. After the last few years Jungkook had, he deserved to let loose, what worried him was that he was doing him more often than usual. Jungkook usually only acted out this much when he was holding something in. It didn’t help that the leader had been halfway across the world for the past month. Namjoon was never one to pry or be too good with feelings out of all of them, but he had a nagging feeling it had to do with you.

Eventually, sleep found the older man and he was awoken by the smell of food wafting into the bedroom. His eyes finally cracked open when he felt a kiss being planted on his cheek, “Wakey, wakey.” Hoseok sang, and chuckled at the look of confusion Namjoon gave him, “Jungkook called us all over for breakfast since it’s been a while since we’ve all been in the same city.”

Namjoon was finally fully awake and could hear Jungkook singing along to some show tune with Jin in the kitchen and scoffed, “He’s awfully spry for someone who should be nursing one hell of a hangover.” He mumbled and Hoseok snorted.

“Yeah, I’m sure Yoongi is going to want a full report on last night.” The older man shook his head, knowing it would only stress out the aforementioned man, “Brightside is he should calm down when Jimin and Taehyung tell him the news.” The younger man raised a brow in question but Hoseok shook his head, “I’m not the type to spoil a surprise.” He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to the man’s furrowed brow, “You’ll know soon enough, let’s go.”

Hand in hand, the two take their seats as Jin and Jungkook place plates in front of the five sitting men, “I see someone is trying to make up for getting trashed last night.” Taehyung sang.

“Or I just miss having all my boyfriends in the same room.” Jungkook huffed as he took his seat next to Yoongi who gave him a glare, “Oh, come on. You cannot seriously be mad at me?” He flashed his doe eyes to the man and fluttered his lashes.

Jimin clicked his tongue, “That’s not seriously going to work, is it?” He whined, “Yoongi never lets me get away with shit from just looking at him.”

“You get away with plenty.” Jin quipped at the fighter.

Yoongi ignored the commotion as his hands brushed Jungkook’s hair out of the way to look at the stitches, “Who did those, baby?” His voice was soft but with the way the youngest man shrunk, he knew he wouldn’t like the answer.

“Well, I guess I’ll just go ahead and give the report of last night’s events.” Namjoon huffed through a bite of bacon, “You want to start, Kook?” He raised a brow.

The man sighed and nodded, “Well, I finished all my work early, like usual.” He began smugly. Jungkook in general was a skilled person, so he didn’t have just one job, but most often he was digging up dirt on people via his computer skills, “Then, I had my regular neighbor dinner.” He smiled at the thought, and Jin noticed Jimin and Taehyung scowling a bit at this. The two were the most jealous of this elusive neighbor, which was odd since even on the seldom occasions the others sought the company of someone else, it never affected any of them. Nowadays, they don’t really go outside of the relationship, but it’s still interesting to see them so jealous, but they kept silent as Jungkook continued, “We watched Jimin win, so then I decided to go out and… celebrate.” His smile turned guilty.

“This close to the anniversary, Kook?” Jin sighed and Yoongi kept deathly quiet.

“I’ll assume that’s where your memory stops?” Hoseok asked and Jungkook nodded sheepishly.

“Well, I then got a call from one of our guys at around three in the morning that some rookie was running his mouth and pissed Kook off.” Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook won the fight even sloshed out of his mind if that’s any consolation.”

“Nice.” Jimin grunts and Taehyung snickers at the glare Yoongi shoots him.

“Then, I drag him all the way here and he collapses at his neighbor’s door, insisting she’ll fix him up.” The CEO continues the story and notes how Hoseok shifts at the mention of this, “What was even weirder is that she did, like it was super normal.”

“It’s not that normal.” Jungkook argued weakly.

“She said it wasn’t uncommon.” Namjoon snapped and Yoong put his head in his hands, “I will also say it was really eerie the way she could just handle how Jungkook gets when she woke up.”

“She’s a nurse, you guys know that.” The man tried to defend.

“A high school nurse.” Taehyhung corrected, causing the hacker to pout, “I doubt she has to restrain her patients regularly.”

“Did I hurt her when I woke up?” Jungkook asked and this made Namjoon falter.

“That doesn’t matter right now.” The CEO offers, “What I was getting at is I think Yoongi and Jungkook should do a deeper background check than the initial one we did-”

“No.” Jungkook spat, partly shocking Namjoon at the venom in his voice. The youngest’s face was twisted in distaste at the idea, “You all promised-”

“That was before I saw the way-”

“No!” He shouted, shocking everyone at the table as his eyes began to glisten, “I’ve known her for years now, and she’s never been pushy about what’s going on in my life or why I have six boyfriends she’s never even met and in return, I don’t ask her questions.” Namjoon’s jaw clenched at this. Most of the time if an arrangement was too good to be true, it’s because it was. If he didn’t care so much about Jungkook’s love and trust he wouldn’t have even bothered to bring it up. At times like these, being in love was more frustrating than ever as he listened to Jungkook, “She trusts me and I trust her that way, I don’t want to ruin the only friendship I have outside of us.” His voice cracks at the end, making everyone soften a bit. Jungkook was right. It’s been just them for a long time, and you were the only friend he really had. You weren’t a drinking mate or gambling buddy, you were a friend. And yet, he felt like Namjoon was trying to take that away from him.

“Kook, have you considered she might not ask questions because she’s hiding something herself?” Taehyung gently asked, but it didn’t simmer the hacker’s anger.

“I don’t care if she’s hiding anything.” He snapped, making Jin sigh, “I’m hiding plenty and none of that has stopped us from being close so please, just leave it alone.” He pleaded, but Yoongi’s expression was unreadable, “Hoseok did those couple random shadows of her a few years ago and he saw nothing of concern.” He reminded them, and truthfully, how could any of them have forgotten? The act itself caused one of their worst arguments to date. Originally, Taehyung insisted on Jungkook digging up every piece of information he could about her and giving it to them, which made the youngest even more closed off about his friend. Finally, after days of disagreeing, Hoseok was the only one entrusted with your full name, not that it would’ve been all that hard to find.

The man in question nodded, “It was quite boring actually, but it’s true. Even the phone calls she took were a snoozefest.” He sighed just remembering them, “I’d never seen such a killjoy of a college student before, and I’m sure she’s the same as a nurse.” Granted, Hoseok’s specialty was not in surveillance, but Taehyung and Jungkook were too biased in opposite ways to do the shadowing, and the chemist was the only one with the extra time to do it.

Jungkook nodded, “She really does just go to work and home.” He mumbled ruefully, “Plus, even if she’s someone else or whatever, at the end of the day, she saves me a hospital trip and hasn’t said anything to anyone, evidently.” He added and Namjoon looked to Yoongi who sighed in defeat but nodded.

“Fine, we’ll drop it.” Yoongi finally spoke and Namjoon bristled, “She hasn’t caused any trouble, sounds like a good friend, and is smart enough not to ask any questions. There’s no reason not to trust Jungkook’s judgment.” He explained to the more skeptical men, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin, who simply nodded in defeat before turning to the youngest, “Just, be more careful, okay?” He looked to the younger man who nodded before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, “It was pretty risky bringing Namjoon there, even if accidentally. If she does know anything, she could’ve recognized him as the head of Bangtan Corp and unraveled quite a bit.” He said and Jungkook nodded. Even though he doubted you even knew an underground existed, let alone that Bangtan was running it, he understood Yoongi being weary, “Let’s enjoy our breakfast together, yeah?”

They all nodded before falling into their regular lull. No matter how much time they spent apart for work, it was easy for them to get together like no time had passed. The seven of them had been dating for a couple of years now, and though the relationship was loving, it was by no means perfect, that much was obvious. The organization had risen to its height because of their ability to work through those hardships together, but with the rise of their syndicate came less time for one another. This paired with secrets and disagreements that were littered throughout the relationship made for a good chunk of tension when work was exceptionally stressful, like during the anniversary. This was why the relationship was open, but Jungkook was the only one with a consistent connection outside of them, which was most likely why it ruffled some of their feathers.

“Now, I’m told Taehyung and Jimin have some good news?” Namjoon brings up and the two men in question grin at each other, and he can tell they’re silently deciding who should be the one to say it.

“We found a certain little weasel last night.” Taehyung sang.

“Found and captured.” Jimin added, and the two didn’t need to elaborate for the other men to know what they meant.

Yoongi smirked, sadism written along his features as he caught Namjoon’s eyes, “We’ve got an exciting day ahead of us.”

—

Your eyes cracked open slowly as you hissed when sunlight invaded your pupils. You squinted, not sure how you forgot to fully close the blinds, especially during the anniversary week, but you let it go. Work had been especially a nightmare with the beginning of a new term, and the blinds were just barely cracked, not enough for anyone to peak in much but certainly enough for the sun to wreak havoc on you. You stretched your arms forward, taking in a deep breath before craning your neck to look at the time, 10:24 am, nice. You actually managed to get a good amount of sleep even with the chaos at your door last night.

Your sleepy eyes landed on the shallow cut on your forearm beneath the wrapping you put on it. It looked a lot like a cat scratch, which you were thankful for. The last thing you needed was any nosy colleagues or students asking too many questions. Telling people you got the wound from having to tackle your only friend was less than ideal. You snorted to yourself. Truly, you should have more questions or concerns with Jungkook, but you just didn’t have it in you anymore. You spend the entire first two years of your friendship insanely weary, and you already spend your time like that with everyone else. It was nice to have someone you didn’t need to constantly be on guard from. Your fingertips ran over the bandage, hoping that you had made the right choice, but even then, it was far too late to change anything now.

You liked Jungkook more than you cared to admit, even to yourself, so when you heard his telltale knocking on your door in the middle of your morning cable surfing, you didn’t even bother to turn off the TV before going to the door. You rolled your neck before opening the door with a bored expression when Jungkook’s wide eyes met yours, “Morning, sport.” You drawled, leaning against your door frame.

Crossing your arms over your chest, Jungkook took notice of the bandage on your forearm, “Did I do that?” He asked worriedly.

You shrugged, looking away from him, “If you think about it, the needle is technically the culprit–”

“Y/n, I’m serious.” He pleaded, making you straighten up, but your gaze stayed fixed elsewhere, “Look at me, please.” He spoke, and you cursed yourself for obeying. You were accustomed to following orders, and something about the way Jungkook bothered to say please made it that much easier to listen to him, but you could only hope he didn’t realize this. “Did I hurt you?” His gaze burned you, and it made you hate his need for eye contact at times like these.

You sighed, examining the guilt on his face. The look made you feel like an asshole even though you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t like this part of your friendship. The serious, gravelly talks about what he did last night or about whatever breakdown of yours he happened to witness. The care in his eyes was suffocating, but addicting all the same. It made you feel self-conscious about your lack of clothing, but you were sure not even a parka wouldn’t make you feel any less vulnerable. The honesty in his eyes curled around you like smoke that you had no choice but to inhale and exhale right back to him. Flat-out lying to Jungkook has seldom been an option, especially about things like this, “Fine, when you woke up you were panicked and somehow made my hand slip and caused the needle I was working with to give me a little scratch.” You explained, eyes begging to avoid his again.

“That’s a big bandage for a little scratch.” He observed skeptically and you slipped your arms behind your back. He sighed, “I’m sorr–”

You shook your head. Much like actual birthday gifts, apologies had been foreign to you before Jungkook, and you didn’t like to nor know how to accept them, “I promise, it’s no deeper than a paper cut.” You looked up at him through your lashes, his expression now unreadable, which was somehow worse than the guilt.

He raised a brow, utterly unconvinced, “Let me see.” He wasn’t asking or pleading this time, but you didn’t have it in you to go against him.

You rolled your eyes, “Only because it’s about time to take it off anyway.” You huffed, only partially lying. It was time to let the wound air out a bit, but you both knew it wasn’t the only reason. You had spent most of your life taking in and thriving on the fear, guilt, and despair of others people. You loved the taste of the power you wielded, but nothing was more sour on your tongue than Jungkook’s dim mood. You turned around, peeling off the medical tape and walking to your counter as you heard your door close. Throwing the dressing in the trash, you looked at the wound with a nod before spinning to face the man approaching you, “See? It’s nothing.” You presented the thin line of scabs to him. He studied it, face still unreadable that was, until you flinched when his hand darted out to hold your wrist. The horror in his eyes made you feel physically ill as he went to withdraw, but you panicked and moved to hold his hand there, “Come on, you know it’s not because of you.” You reasoned, voice barely above a whisper.

His jaw clenched, but he nodded solemnly. The question of who it was burned his tongue as he pressed his mouth closed. He’d seen more than enough of your episodes to know that you had plenty of reasons to flinch and he had to swallow the urge to find every single reason and end them with his bare hands. Horrible things happened to you, and he wasn’t sure if not knowing was worse than what would become of him if he ever found out. He diverted his gaze back to the scratch, and you wanted to ask him what he was doing until he leaned down. Your breathing ceased as you watched his lips brush lightly over the wound in the form of the softest kiss he’d ever given you, “There, all better.” His joking tone was strained with his smile when he stood straight again, but you appreciated the effort.

His chest felt a bit lighter when you smiled softly, “What a hero.” You deadpanned.

The reality was that Jungkook wanted to rip the door off its hinges, he was so pissed off at himself. Plus with that door gone, there’d be just a bit less between the two of you, and he needed to ignore why that sounded so sickeningly sweet. Regardless, he knew you hated moments like these, moments where the air was still but heavy with a million unspoken words between you two, so he felt compelled to throw out a light comment since he couldn’t outright comfort you that often, “I’ll be more careful, I promise. I’ve just been so…”

You nodded sympathetically, “Yeah, this week is pretty rough for me too.” You sighed, staring at the way his thumb absent-mindedly rubbed along your skin. The affection created a pit in your stomach that you couldn’t explain, but you promised yourself it was just how friends felt for each other sometimes.

“Hey, I think you’ve been doing pretty good lately.” He chided softly, and a mix of embarrassment and pride filled you at his words, “I haven’t slept with you in weeks now.” He pointed out, and the fake pout on his lips made you chuckle, mind still partially lost in the way his thumb stroked your arm.

You knew he was just trying to lighten the reminder of how your screams would wake him up some nights. On those nights, Jungkook would all but break down your door in an effort to sleep next to you. It was weird for you, even still, sleeping next to someone. It brought out feelings in you that you didn’t want to deal with, so you did your best to make Jungkook’s presence in your bedroom as rare as possible, “Miss me?” You asked sarcastically, still so lost in his ministrations. Affection is something you’d only ever gotten from the man in front of you, so it was hard to tell if it would feel this nice from anyone else.

“All the time.” He responded quickly and with so much sincerity it made your chest seize for a moment. Jungkook cleared his throat, breaking his eye contact with you for just a moment, “I hope Namjoon wasn’t a dick to you.” He spoke, snapping you out of your trance with his touch as you retracted your arm, almost deluding yourself into thinking he tried to hold onto you for a split second.

“He was just being protective of his baby.” You snickered at how Jungkook bristled with the term, “A protective dick, but I get it. I’m a total stranger–”

“Hey, you’re my best friend.” He chided, with a smile that was a bit less strained than before.

You scoffed, “I’m your only friend.”

He shrugged with a more amused grin, “I said what I said.”

You rolled your eyes, “Anyway did you only come to–” You were cut off by your phone buzzing on the table.

Both you and Jungkook knitted your brows at this. It was degradingly rare for anyone other than him or work to call you, “You cheating on me?” He playfully asked and you pushed him by the shoulder before going to answer the call.

You picked up the device cautiously, “It’s a random number.” You said lightly, but something felt wrong. “Don’t tell me I’m about to get a ton of prank calls because I pissed one of your boyfriends off?” You tried to joke as the phone finally went to voicemail.

Jungkook snorted at this, “Yeah, Joonie’s not the prank call type.”

“No way? He seemed like a real court jester.” You sarcastically said, making your friend laugh more.

“A+ on the tone, B+ for the reference.” He chuckled, and you beamed at this. Jungkook spent the first two years of your friendship helping you grasp the ins and outs of day-to-day interactions, so it was nice to see how far you’ve come. “I haven’t heard the term ‘court jester’ so casually, like, ever, but it gets points for creativity.”

“You know me, I’m a real artist- ugh, again?” You looked down at your phone as it buzzed again with the same number.

“Just answer, maybe it’s important.” He reasoned, and you nodded but the idea made you feel sick, “Oh, but put it on speaker I wanna hear if it is a prank call.” He grinned

Pushing the feeling of unease down, you rolled your eyes and answered, putting it on speaker, “Hello–”

“Y/n! Y-You gotta get me out of here, I’m–” Ice water flooded your veins as the man’s voice invaded your senses. Your eyes bulged once you fully realized Jungkook was standing right there, hearing this god-forsaken voice and you gasped before taking it off speaker.

“Who is this?” You seethed, lying to everyone in the room. You’d know that whiny voice anywhere. Goosebumps sprouted along your arms and your stomach churned as your uncle's shaky breathing entered your mind, “How did you get my number?” You demanded quietly as you turned from Jungkook and put some distance between you both.

“Y/n, they found me and I’m–” He coughed and your eye twitched, pathetic.

“Lose my number.” You ordered, moving to hang up.

“I’ll tell them!” He shouted, making you pause. You didn’t even know who “they” were, but you certainly didn’t care to find out, “I’ll tell them who you are, where you are–”

“You don’t know that.” You called his bluff, but fear soaked into your rage, dampening its strengthening effects on your body. You could feel yourself getting smaller with each millisecond of silence that followed.

“I have your number.” He challenged, and you scoffed. That was undoubtedly all he had. Jungyoon had never been built for the mind games, he was the muscle and nothing else, through and through.

“Won’t be mine for much longer, I promise.” You fumed quietly, and the whimper that leaked from him told you that was all the leverage he had, or at least you hoped so, “I’m not the one who was on national fucking TV just so I could watch a stupid fight, so you dug your grave. Don’t pass me the shovel.”

“Wh-How can you even say that I’m–” He tried desperately.

“You must have the wrong number if you’re planning on finishing that sentence.” You forced out before hanging up. You let out a shaky breath before throwing your phone on the couch.

Byungjoo was caught. If he was caught that meant you weren’t safe anymore. Were you ever really safe? Why did you stay in the country? What were you thinking? Did you seriously think Byungyeol would come back from you? Did you seriously stay in the same place he lost you like a child? And now what? You were dead, utterly dead–

No. You were safe. You had to be. You never went anywhere, and your face was never known by the public or that many people in the organization. You were smart, you had–

“Y/n, hey, hey.” Jungkook’s voice cut through the radio static that heightened the panic in your head.

You looked at him, eyes wild but in a state he’s seen before, “I-It…” The words died in your throat as panic held you in a vice grip. Your nails dug into your palm, and the pain did nothing to satiate you as your knees buckled. Jungkook caught you before you could hit the ground, and you almost wished he hadn’t. You’d give anything to feel the pain radiating up your leg, the linoleum against your palms, anything to remind you that you were in your home and not wherever the hell the people who took Byungjoo planned to take you. You steadied yourself, the haze of panic subsiding momentarily, “I’m okay.” You lied, placing your hand on the couch so you could stand on your own.

“Who the hell was that and why–” You cut Jungkook off with a look, a look you’ve both used on each other, a look that begged him not to pry so you don’t have to lie to him, “I just… I’m worried.”

“Don’t be worried.” It came off as more of a plea than reassurance, and you cringed.

Jungkook wet his dry lips as he looked you over. You were talking, but you still had that look in your eyes that promised you wouldn’t be able to for much longer. His chest ached as he watched you try to crush the panic down and put on a brave face for him. More than anything, he wanted to cup your cheeks and promise you it was okay, and if it wasn’t, it will be. He wanted to fix it so badly, do anything to ensure that you weren’t about to break, so against his better judgment, he spoke, “I heard you say something about seeing him on TV, was it that guy from work–”

“Yes.” You said too quickly, and he tensed, “He’s… uh, just unhinged, and it just unsteadied me a bit.” You nodded, the fib burning your tongue, “I guess the principal saw him last night and he got in trouble…” You sighed, it was exhausting to do this, and you didn’t want to have to do this at all, “I don’t know it just…” You simply couldn’t do it. You couldn’t force any more lies out, you didn’t have it in you to do much other than clasp your hands over your ears and squeeze your eyes shut.

Everything you’d built for yourself flashed in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t much, but it was yours. In an instant, it could be taken away, and there’s nothing you could really do about it. You weren’t nearly as lethal as you used to be, and judging by the little you’ve heard about the heads of Bangtan, you’re training would pale in comparison to their abilities. It took them no more than a year to dethrone your father, and you had no doubt it would take them no more than a second to end your life. Now, it was no longer a matter of if, but when they were going to catch up to you.

—

Disgust infiltrated your sorrow as you watched Byunjoo smile lovingly while his wife, Minji, explained how your deaths would go with a little too much “pep in her step” as she would say to you when you were reporting the gruesome details of a job. She was disgusted with you for several reasons, but she was perfectly fine with your father, so it didn’t make sense when he directed just about everything you did. Nevertheless, you sat straight-faced as you heard the plan. Although you weren’t sure what she or your uncle was so proud of, the plan was quite simple.

You were to burn it all. You were to watch the house you grew up in, the house where you took your first steps, said your first words, and had your first kill, crumble to smithereens with the empire you were supposed to inherit. Something, though, was missing. The list of names of the people who would live to watch the ash and smoke was noticeably… short.

“...Now we will have to get rid of everyone who knows your face, y/n-” Minji explained, that sickening smile on her hot pink lips but the disgust she held for you never left her eyes. You weren’t sure what you did to make her hate you so much, but you hardly cared now that you hated her just as fiercely.

“No.” You immediately spoke, and you could see your father stiffen in the corner of your eye, but you only broke your stare with your aunt when you heard Byungjoo sigh.

He and Minji were the only two that didn’t completely crumble under your unwavering stare, and it was times like these that it irritated you. Byungjoo was the right-hand man to your father, and he was a ruthless man. He loved nothing but money and his treacherous wife, even hated everything but money and his equally soulless wife. One exception, however, was your father, and he only claimed to love you because your father did.

“Y/n, it's for your safety.” Byungjoo explained as if you were a child, as if he spoke to you with any kind of decorum when you were a child, as if you were so easy to pacify when it came to the slaughter of the staff in this house that raised you.

“If you do it, I will throw myself into the fire,” You seethed and Byungjoo chuckled, assuming it was a joke. He always did that. Took your defiance of him as a silly comment or you being a rebellious teen, regardless of the fact that you were about to be 19 and never respected him enough to consider your disagreements rebellions, “I swear on the blood of my father, I will die with those people,” Byungjoo ceased his giggles immediately.

Your father, however, took your death threats seriously off the bat. Byungyeol was not stupid enough to take the little words you spoke as anything other than what you meant. He was the one who taught you not to waste your breath, after all. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if your death would make a difference, but there was that glint in your father’s eyes still that told you he just might care. His dying pride remained intact barely and you, his only child, were his only legacy, a legacy that needed to live on.

Byungjoo may have been a bumbling idiot, but he could see the resolve in his brother's eyes. Minji had no such tact as she clicked her tongue in distaste, “Y/n-”

“Let it go.” Your father’s voice sounded, startling the couple silent while maintaining sharp eye contact with you, waiting for your gaze to waver even slightly. When you remained headstrong he sighed, “Make the list of who lives, y/n, and they will.” He spoke with a finality you’ve heard countless times before turning to your aunt and uncle, “End of discussion.”

—

You should’ve done it. You should’ve opted to burn. Regret pooled into your senses until it was all you could feel, until the only thing you could see was that beckoning flame, calling your name to come home.

Just as you could feel the sting of tears behind your lids, you felt him. Two hands slid over yours and rhythmic tapping reverberated throughout your skull from above your ear. You slowly opened your eyes, and Jungkook occupied your line of sight. He did you the grace of looking away. You weren’t sure if it was because of the shameful sight in front of you or if it was because he knew you were embarrassed, but you liked to pretend it was the latter.

1, 2, 3, 4

Jungkook swallowed thickly as he listened for your breathing to stabilize. He looked above your head at the clock on the wall and sighed. He was going to be late for his meeting with his team on digging up the whereabouts of the most coveted target. He could easily walk away, but he stayed rooted in his spot, tapping in quartets as he waited patiently for you to calm down. Though he didn’t understand your affinity for the number, and you never disclosed it to him, he was thankful to be observant enough to notice it at times like these. So he watched the seconds tick by as he tapped, pausing for a few seconds in between each grouping, because the thought of leaving you alone like this felt like it would kill him. He already has a hard time sleeping knowing you’re just a few steps away, there’s no way he’d be able to work knowing you were in the throes of an episode. Finally, your breathing was becoming consistently normal until–

“No.” You whispered with something utterly sick to his ears laced in the word. It was fear. You were scared, and he had no idea why. Never in your years of friendship had he seen you truly afraid like this. He looked at you, boundaries be damned, and saw you were fixated on the TV.

Turning his head to see what it was, his entire body froze.

You had left the news on, and on it, Namjoon stared back at you as he conducted a press conference… as head of Bangtan Corporation. It was like your world ceased turning. The pressurized cracks on your life here gave in the moment you looked to Jungkook and realized he saw what frightened you, and you could see the wheels turning on why it could be. No poker faces could be had between you as despair reflected in both of your pupils. You were terrified to discover one of his boyfriends was the head, or at least one of the heads of Bangtan, and he was devastated to find out you knew enough to be afraid.

It was over, for both of you.

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solarwynd · 5 months ago

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I think the route BTS themselves took themselves was a good one. They built their discography on iconic songs and interesting concepts and they worked hard to build up their song list. As they got more famous they started doing some good collabs with famous western artists like Nicki Minaj, Steve aoki and Halsey. Then they finally released their first English song and it exploded their fame. I personally think they got burnt out towards the end and that affected their music quality but I think overall their journey was great.

While all the guys are already famous, I don't think it's a bad idea to build up their solo repertoire before jumping into some big name collab or some transparent mainstream attention grab song. It's the difference if BTS had released Dynamite in the beginning of the career. We cut them a lot of slack for their English songs even though they're not the greatest because we know their capability.

Also even if songs go viral, a lot of artists fade after the trend passes and this is usually because even though they get their moment of fame, they're either unable to capitalize off of that with their next work or gain any proper fans because their older body of work just isn't very interesting.

Unfortunately there is a lot of currency given to simply being young and having spent most of his twenties being in BTS and now being enlisted, it does feel like we're racing against a ticking clock for him to become as famous as a solo artist as he is for being in BTS. I've always thought this was Hybe's logic for basically no-selling the members solo careers save one. However I do hope and think Jimin proves himself to be one of the artists who have lasting power. While I do find him lovely and adore his personality and think he looks amazing, the thing I connect with most has always been his music and I think that's true for a lot of fans, so I definitely think he has the potential to last as a big artist for a long time.

“Unfortunately there is a lot of currency given to simply being young and having spent most of his twenties being in BTS and now being enlisted, it does feel like we're racing against a ticking clock for him to become as famous as a solo artist as he is for being in BTS.”

I do get what you mean but I feel like the world outside of standom isn’t as fickle about age. There’s so many artists that are BTS’ current ages that have solid careers right now. And of course there are the veterans that are even older. I don’t believe that there is a “clock” on Jimin making a name for himself as a solo artist. Partly because I believe that he already has (even though I acknowledge that his discography still needs a lot more fleshing out to really cement himself) and also because good music doesn’t cancel out just because you’re in your 30’s.

Plus Jimin’s always been his own brand outside of BTS. Even before the group even blew up he always had recognition. The group has never over shadowed him.

“Also even if songs go viral, a lot of artists fade after the trend passes and this is usually because even though they get their moment of fame, they're either unable to capitalize off of that with their next work or gain any proper fans because their older body of work just isn't very interesting.”

Very good point.

Don’t think this really applies to Jimin though, because for one already has a strong solo fanbase, The songs outside of Like Crazy in his discography are also great and considered staples. Nobody could ever call Jimin a one hit wonder, even if Who doesn’t get as big as Like Crazy did.

I also would love for Jimin’s solo career to go on for a long time as well. People say it all the time but Jimin’s trajectory is so similar to BTS’. The genuine love he has for music, the effort, the artistry he’s able to come up with. He’s honestly the group’s true heir in my eyes.

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Changing One's Tune (15)

Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?

~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader

~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au

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That damn thing was there to torture you, wasn’t it?

Wild eyes narrowed, tail swishing as your ears twitched from the ticking sound… The big numbers staring right into your very soul—Ugh! Can time move any slower?!

Whining, you slumped further onto the carpet ground—You spent nearly all of December with the boy’s family, having come back into the city just last night. Although it was quite nerve wrecking, you managed to let your guard down more. It felt like a big weight has been lifted and for the first time, you’ve felt… Free.

And that’s exactly why you couldn’t stop thinking about your Christmas gift—Today being the day you’ll finally receive it.

The only problem? It was still too early, and the appointment wasn’t until another hour as you glared at Yoongi’s new wall-clock, watching the third handle tick by. A snicker fallin’ from your delicate lips seeing the clock was in the shape of a familiar record design, exactly the one Hoseok gifted him. During that time, while he smiled, you knew Yoongi was secretly too excited about hanging it up—Your guess was correct, considering that was the first thing he did when coming home.

Normally, right now, you’d be sleeping next to the man in question while transformed… Dozing off in a ball of fur as your tail smacked his face—But how could you sleep in a time like this? Knowing this was the exact day you’ll get adopted, officially! The thought had you squealing in delight, rolling on the ground with your favorite blanket. Feline eyes darting out the window to see the first morning sunrise, snowflakes lightly flyin’ in the wind.

Winter was still ongoing, but not as strong… Remembering two days ago Taehyung skipping in excitement among the snow when seeing a few purple crocus sprouting, the tiger hybrid telling of a tale how it was a sign of good-luck. The flower ‘celebrating the coming forth of springtime’ and how it represented ‘new beginnings’. You didn’t even have the heart to prevent him from plucking the flowers as he made a small crocus crown for the both of you.

Sighing, your attention flew back to the clock—What the hell? You jumped in pure shock seeing how it was well past an hour. A tightness building up in your throat, fearing that maybe it was too late to make it for the appointment. What if it was…

No.

Nothing was going to stop yourself from getting adopted today by Yoongi—There are some people that complain about adoption for hybrids, you hear them whispering among themselves whenever going out with Yoongi as they point at your proudly-displayed collar. But they don’t understand… In this world, you can’t just be a stray-hybrid.

You’d need an owner... Friend, to live the freedom a hybrid can live without the fear of being sheltered or worse.

Shaking your head, a smile broke out when yelping as you slipped in the hallway before getting right back up and bursting into Yoongi’s room—It was dark and although harder to see without your night vision, it was nearly impossible to miss the big lump on the bed that snored softly.

So, you pounced.

“Yoongi… Yoongi, wake up!” You shouted, nudging the man as a groan escaped from underneath the covers as you continuously jumped on Yoongi. Frowning at the nonexistent movement, you tried pullin’ the blankets away only for a squeal to leave your lips. A rough shake practically pushing you off the bed with a huff—Alright… That’s it!

Peeking up from the other side as you sat on the floor, anyone would’ve expected the bed to catch fire at the harsh glare you were giving when needing to climb back up. “Yoongi,” You hissed, pulling at the blanket once more as Yoongi’s face showed, his facial expression scrunching at the lost of warmth. Calculating, you smirked almost evilly when soft jet-black hair had gracefully fallen upon his forehead.

Tail flickering in mischief, you grabbed a handful and yanked… Yoongi cussing and hissing in a faint whisper, eyes immediately snapping open with an icy-glare before softening to see you and not one of the guys he believed—Then again, if he saw Jungkook, Yoongi doesn’t think he’d even be able to say no… Kick him, yes, but not no.

“And what do you think your doing kitten?” Yoongi grumbled, voice coming off in a low and hoarse tone, a shiver running down your spine and tail standing puffy/tall in alarm at the affect that was going through you. Ears perking with a slight twitch feeling a lazy, but innocent gesture of his hand resting on your leg—Your eyes widen, this was new, weird, and… something else.

“A-Adoption… Adoption day,” You muttered, feeling the sudden confidence lessen as your face felt extremely hot… Tail instinctively reaching over to hide your bashful expression. The sight had Yoongi confused for a split second, only to scramble up in a sitting position when realizing what was said.

“Oh shit! What time is it—”

“Yah Yoongi, we just let ourselves in. Are you almost ready to—” A new presence broke into the room, attention turning to see Seokjin standing at the entrance of the bedroom door… Water spilling from his mouth like a waterfall—From his perspective, it might’ve appeared like Yoongi, and you were in a compromising potion from how his hand was lazily draped on your leg and unconsciously slidin’ to your thigh during the movement. The fluffy covers being the one to cover the true aspect of the position you both were closed-in.

It sure didn’t help the fact that your face was red as a freshly-bloomed rose, or how Yoongi’s hair was a bed-mess.

“Sorry!!”

Embarrassment filled within, gaping in pure horror while Yoongi was still half-asleep to fully comprehend what was going on that had Seokjin slamming the bedroom door. Although an idea slowly started forming once argument was heard outside, the doorknob rattling as if they were fighting to open it or not.

“I just want to see Y/N—” Jungkook whined, the other hybrid boys whimpering in response… The bunny hybrid, surprisingly, being stronger than all seven of them combined as he practically burst through the room. Each hybrid tripping over one another as they fell to the ground, Namjoon hesitantly peeking inside as well only to instantly turn to leave with a nope seeing your position. “Ugh, Y/N are you—Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!!”

“Listen, it’s not what you perverts think!” Yoongi shouted, lightbulb finally going off on what everyone seemed embarrassed about. Jimin snickering, a sly smirk gracing his handsome features while Taehyung looked in clueless confusion… Hoseok didn’t waste time to run out with apologies fallin’ like a marathon. Though Jungkook stared with mixed emotions from confusion, embarrassment, to apologetic and finally devious.

“Hyung! How dare you take advantage of our Y/N like this? Shame on you,” Jungkook spat, grinning when Jimin burst out laughin’ as the fox slapped his back in a fit. The bunny hybrid tutting, jumping to his feet and rushing to lift you off the bed, dashing out as he went to tell the others. Yoongi complaining to himself how wrong they were, huffing as he slumped against his dashboard.

“You know Yoongi, if you wanted to play,” Jimin teased, showing off his canines… Crawling on the bed in a sinful manner as he tilted Yoongi’s head up by the chin with an evil glint. Red-fox tail swaying around them in a captivating way for a predator about to attack their prey. “We’ve always have operation… I’ll be the doctor.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, shoving Jimin off the bed as the fox landed with a thump. Jimin’s laugh echoing throughout the silent room causing Taehyung to giggle at his contagious personality, despite not knowing what was going on still. “Get out so I can get dressed.”

“Don’t get shy now. We’ve all seen you—”

“Jimin, I swear to fuckin’ god!!”

A transformed tiger and fox practically threw themselves out the room, barreling into each other as objects flew out in the hall—Yips, yelps, growls, and howls being heard all around as the ones in the living flinched knowing Yoongi got to them.

You were actually here; You couldn’t believe it… Eyes widening in delight seeing the hybrid shelter sign. Namjoon and Yoongi chuckled at your excitement, fixing your jacket and bucket hat to make the other hybrids inside more comfortable—Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok bundled up already, gaining the stamp of approval from Seokjin that the four were good to head inside.

“Alright, alright. I’m good!” You insisted, smiling and jumping out of their grasp in a sprint, catching up with the rest of the boys—However, it turned out to be a huge mistake going forward.

Staggering back, you winced, letting out a caterwaul from all the different exotic scents that hit your nose in full force. A hand slapping over your face… God, it felt like you wanted to vomit at the intensity. Pathetic whimpers escaped, tears forming as everything became a blurry mess—How did all the pack of hybrids handle this here?!

A gentle hand touched your lower back, the action making you flinch and tense.

“Shh… It’s okay,” Yoongi—His voice immediately cutting through the fog, an arm draping over your shoulder that brought you closer. The music producer not caring about the tickle against his chin that your ears were doing, waiting patiently for you to calm down before making sudden movements. Your nose twitching, inhaling Yoongi’s familiar cologne and vanilla scent. “What happened? You were just excited two seconds ago kitten.”

“Shut up,” You muttered, a shaky laugh bubbling out at the teasing tone—Yoongi had known exactly what happened… He’s experienced it multiple times with Jungkook. But rather than discussing it, Yoongi did what was a normal occurrence to show he cared and formed the situation into a joking manner. Wishing to ease your discomfort, he took off his black mask and adjusted it on yourself.

The filtered-cloth didn’t get rid of the smells completely but dimmed it enough were it was tolerable, helping your overwhelmed state. Namjoon—with such a gentleness—instructing for you to take a couple of deep breaths.

Wild green eyes, that were glowin’ slightly, snapped open to see Jungkook in a similar situation. The tall-bunny practically buried in Hoseok’s hair, cotton tail rustling among his oversized t-shit with the sound of feet thumping against the floor—Hoseok’s scent being the only one strong enough to keep Jungkook sane… Everyone else, except you, had a too strong of cologne, pheromones, or just had a flowery scent that he hated.

Yoongi led you toward the front desk, where no one was in sight, and rang the bell. Your tail flickering in an anxious manner as a woman (Finally) came out from the back with a clipboard.

“Good morning! How can I help you?” She smiled, nearly stunned to see about eight of you waiting in the lobby—Her eyes widening at Jungkook’s trembling form… Instinctively rummaging through the drawers and handing Seokjin a brand-new facial mask for the bunny. Something that was always kept handy in case hybrids were sensitive to smells.

The sight had you awing—You could practically feel a “mother’s caring nature” vibe from this woman.

“We’re here to see Sujin… We have a meeting with him,” Yoongi explained, the lady humming in understanding, not minding the near cold exterior he was unconsciously giving. Her fingers going straight to work, the computer granting access to the much-needed information.

“Ah yes, here we are! For Mr. and Mrs. Min…” She trailed; snickers being heard in the background that caused Yoongi to turn with a glare—The guys straightened as they tried to act casual, shaking shoulders giving them away, along with their mischievous smiles twitchin’ to break out. “Sujin will be with you all soon! He’s currently finishing up with a couple that came in earlier… Lovely people, so sad what happened to them.”

Frowning, everyone cocked their heads to the side at the extra comment—Curiosity filling them on what had happened. Although before the guys could question it, a door opened, your ears perking underneath the hat… You recognized that scent, yes, he was at the hospital!

“Ah. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin! It’s good to see you three again, along with your hybrids,” Sujin greeted, smiling warmly with a shake of their hands. Although, you’ve noticed the man taking one glance at you in suspicion before gesturing everyone to follow—Yet one step in his office had you wincing, Yoongi staring at you in concern before hesitantly giving Sujin his attention.

There was a certain smell in the air… Something that had you wanting to hide, but it was mixed with other scents that you couldn’t recognize it—Maybe you were just overthinking, after all, there are a ton of predator hybrids here.

A windshield laugh had you snapping back to reality, finding Seokjin red in the face from whatever Sujin said. They were making small talk… The sight had you scrunching up your nose—Either a dumb or brilliant idea came to mind, gently tugging for Yoongi’s attention as you excused yourself for the “bathroom”.

Taking a deep breath, you quietly got up as the guys continued and left through a door that wasn’t entered before. Eyes widening seeing the long hallway that had multiple doors, but with a wider one at the end.

Something inside wanted you to explore, but another was whispering how this wasn’t a good idea and to go sit back in the safety length of the guys—You can guess what side won, your feline instincts forcing you to walk toward the door… It helped that the closer you got, the more hybrid scents seem to fade.

You don’t know what you expected, but it sure wasn’t to find hybrids on either side of glass panels—Hamsters, bunnies, sugar gliders, and so on… All going about in a playful manner, some hanging out inside or running back and forth through the open doors that lead outside.

Despite them in the Rodentia and Leporids family, you stiffened when all their attention was directed at you with calculating eyes—They knew what kind of hybrid you were, but something about how tense you were didn’t seem to scare them. Most felines walked like the world was their kingdom, but you appeared as if you’ve barely belonged on the runway. It was an odd sight for them to say the least.

Coughing, you straightened up and headed to the next room—The Felidae family…

“Well aren’t you cute,” A voice broke the silent walk, grabbing your attention to see a cougar hybrid. A grin upon her face and tail swishing in nothing but mischief… She was older than you and came off like a big sister than anything. “Are you lost?”

“No. I’m waiting for my…” You hesitantly trailed, flickin’ your collar as the hybrid seemed to understand with a nod. Not at all resentful that you had someone to leave with. In fact, the feline seemed to relax in almost a relief that you weren’t wandering around by yourself—That’s where it started, not being long until the cougar had you laughing, giving stories on the multiple pranks she pulled until Yoongi came for you.

“Darlin’ look! A lost little kitty-cat.”

Your whole body turned to stone, eyes widening as you stopped breathing for a moment. The cougar hybrid sensed your distress and change of mood… Eyes narrowing and growlin’ behind you—No… Please no… Please.

…” I’m sorry if you don’t mind us asking. That lady earlier had mentioned you were with a couple earlier—What happened to them?” Namjoon questioned, calming the boys down as Sujin eyes sadden. The shelter owner giving a tight smile as he looked anywhere but at them.

“Oh them… It hurts thinking about it, but about a year ago, this lovely couple actually lost their hybrid—Apparently there was an incident in their neighborhood and hybrid poachers broke into their home. The couple fought tooth and nail to protect their little one but… God, it’s awful evening thinking about it. The two barely were able to step in here, unsure if they were even ready to reminisce and care for another hybrid,” Sujin muttered, shaking his head to rid of the horrid images that currently ran through his mind. The story had Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin shaking, while the other three guys stared with a solemn expression. “…I pray that Y/N is at least resting in peace.”

Yoongi’s head snapped up, jumping out of his chair as it fell to the ground from the sheer force—Sujin’s eyes widening seeing an odd look upon his face… On everyone’s faces.

“What was their hybrid’s name again?”

Everything felt like slow motion for you, scrambling and slipping across the hallway floor as hybrids noticed your fearful state—Their calls as they all banged on the glass panel were mute to your ears, the pounding of your heart being the only music that was actually heard.

You’ve barged into the last door, coming face-to-face with multiple canines that jumped to their feet at your sudden entrance. Their curious eyes watching you twist around, shrugging off as much layers you could to free your tail and ears. It felt like you couldn’t breathe!

“Here kitty-kitty~ We’ve been so worried about you…”

…” Hurry the hell up!!” Yoongi shouted; fist clenched in pure white as Sujin frantically pulled up a file on his computer as the four hybrids glared at him with a predatory glint.

“I can’t control the speed of the internet!!” Sujin snapped, slamming the monitor in stupid hopes that it would speed up the loading process as it tried retrieving the information that was filled out for the last client as they did a background search. Eyes darting away from the computer screen in sheer worry hearing faint barking, roars, and growls in the background—Every hybrid starting a sudden ruckus.

“That’s it! I’m heading—”

“There!! It’s done—It says that Mr. and Mrs. Hyun owned a feline hybrid (black) that went missing around a year ago on a rainy day. Her name was…”

“Y/N! How we missed you… Now, why don’t you be a good little thing and come home—Oh? What’s this…?” A sickeningly chuckle rang throughout the room, your back against the glass as you sat on the ground in pure terror. Wild eyes staring up at the couple that was a mere inch away (Collar reflecting in the light), banging heard all around as each hybrid tried to break through to defend you. “A collar? You’ve got to be kiddin’.”

“Don’t worry, I know the perfect remedy that will take care of that,” The man sneered, body shaking as you saw the woman open her purse—Your face paled… She was holding a noose like a leash, hand instinctively reaching for your throat in a protective manner.

Then… You screamed, a bloody curdling scream that had the hybrid’s eyes turning into slits as they all transformed—Animal instincts running through their veins and throwing their bodies against the barrier between them, glass starting to slowly crack.

You’ve kicked, clawed, and reached for something to sink your teeth in as you fought to at least transform—It’ll help in multiple ways to bend for an escape… You were, in fact, faster on all fours.

“Nope! We can’t have that now, can we,” A giggle sounded, stepping on your wrist as her heels dug into your skin that had you hissing, already recognizing the signs of what was planned. Your eyes squeezing shut, teeth grinding together in hopes that this was a horrible nightmare.

“Y-You’re not real… You’re not—”

“Oh… Sorry to disappoint, but we are very much real,” They both said in sync, your breath hitching as one of their nasty fingers unclipped your collar to throw across the room—The familiar texture of rope touching your skin replacing the empty space. Although before they had the chance to tighten it like you knew they would… A screech and hiss was heard, their presence disappearing that had you snapping your eyes open.

“Do. Not. Fuckin’. Touch. Her,” Yoongi growled, shoving your old abuser against the wall with a tight grasp upon his shirt—Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung transformed, all three corning the fearful woman as they showed off their sharp canines while Jungkook simply cracked his knuckles.

Sujin ran off to call security while Namjoon and Seokjin rushed to your aid… Only to back up when you screamed and flinched at their touch as if they just burnt your delicate skin.

Trauma is personal… It does not just disappear.

It’s forever engraved into the depths of your soul.

But…

Yoongi shoved the bastered into the open arms of security, glaring until the two were out of sight until whimpers and screams finally reached his ears. Turning around as Yoongi softened seeing the state you were in, curled up on the floor with the noose still around your neck.

When someone hears the screams.

Entering the pain of torture with a delicate hand…

Can the healing begin.

“Kitten…?” Yoongi whispered unsurely, crouching right next to your form as the crying stopped… Body freezing in place. Your eyes snapped up and through the blurriness you could see the familiar colors of him. The sight had you tearing up once more when Yoongi, with a softness, removed the rope around you—

“Yoongi!! I-I was…” You hiccupped, throwing yourself into his awaiting arms with a soft. Yoongi combing his fingers through your hair, whispering comforting words and humming, placing a gentle kiss among your temples.

And that’s… That is when you can truly be free from the dark past that haunts you.

“I know… I know. It’s okay,” Yoongi hushed, rockin’ you back and forth.

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Welcome to the fifteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! It's been a while... So I decided to add a little angst to the mix. The past resurfaces, but sometimes you need to face it to properly heal.

Likes, Comments, Reblogs, and Follows are very much appreciated if you enjoy the story, its always exciting to know that you like my writing and gives me more motivation to update faster!

See you all soon, Stay Gold! <3

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utterrandomnesswithlulu · 2 years ago

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Midnight Binge: Stranger Things 4 Pt. 1

WARNING: Wondering why you can’t find Stranger Things S1-3? Simply put, I haven’t done them yet (as of July 15th). I’m starting off with S4 because this season is the freshest in everyone’s minds. No worries though! I will do S1-3 soon. With that being said, YOU ARE ENTERING A SPOILER ZONE! If you haven’t watched Stranger Things in its entirety, STOP READING NOW! I will discuss previous seasons for context, theories, BTS tidbits, and more.

Trigger Warning: This season is much darker and more mature than in previous seasons. Due to HOW the villain goes after his victims, there is a TRIGGER WARNING. In this article, there might be brief discussions of drug use/abuse, eating disorders, physical/mental abuse, and more.

Continue into the Upside Down at your own risk.

WELCOME (BACK) TO HAWKINS

Stranger Things 4 picks up 6–8 months after the events at the Starcourt Mall. However, the group has been separated, Joyce, Jonathan, Jane/El/Eleven, and Will have moved to California, where Eleven struggles with not only the loss of Hopper but also the loss of her abilities and is now the punching bag for bullies in her new school. Joyce has a new job as a telemarketer and tries to figure out the meaning behind a porcelain Russian doll she received; Jonathan has a new friend called Argyle as he tries to figure out how to tell Nancy that he isn’t getting into the same college as she, and Will seems to struggle with something internal, a love interest perhaps?

In Hawkins other issues have arisen, Mike and Dustin are a part of a D&D group called the Hellfire Club (Lucas has also joined this group, but struggles with making time between his two extracurricular activities) that is looked after by Eddie Munson, while Lucas, who is tired of being bullied, has joined the basketball team (mostly as a benchwarmer) and is trying to reconnect with Max (they broke up) as she grapples with her life being overturned and losing her brother, Billy. She frequently seeks guidance from the school counselor, Ms. Kelly. We are also introduced to a cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham, who is haunted by disturbing visions of a ticking grandfather clock, reaches her breaking point, and seeks help from Eddie by attempting to buy drugs from him. Unfortunately, it’s too late for her as she is possessed by some kind of humanoid, tentacle creature and is killed by it in front of Eddie.

Remember that porcelain Russian doll Joyce received? She reached out to Murray (who still lives in Hawkins) to figure out the significance of the doll. With great care, Joyce breaks open the doll and finds a note within it. This reveals that Hopper is indeed still alive and imprisoned in Russia.

Before I cover the next segment, there is an opening scene for the first episode. This is a flashback to 1979 with Dr. Martin Brenner and shows him and his team of scientists experimenting on a group of children with supernatural abilities. For reasons not shown, something happens that leads to all the children minus Eleven being killed in a horrific manner.

With Hopper confirmed alive, Joyce and Murray head to Alaska to negotiate his release. Mike has traveled to California to visit Eleven, and witnesses that everything that she told him in her letters was a lie. Eleven, who has had enough of Angela’s (her main bully) brutality, retaliates by hitting her in the face with a rollerskate.

After Chrissy’s gruesome death, Max tells Dustin that she saw Eddie run away from his trailer the night she died. Dustin is firm in his belief that something Upside Down is related to Chrissy’s death, and doesn’t want to believe the police that Eddie is responsible. With Robin and Steve, they find Eddie and explain everything to him, and Dustin names the creature Vecna.

Nancy, who is a reporter for her high school newspaper, investigates Chrissy’s death with a fellow reporter, Fred Benson. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne Munson, tells Nancy about similar murders that happened to a family in the 1950s. He tells her he believes the killer is Victor Creel, who has been institutionalized since his family’s death. During this time, Fred is taken by Vecna’s curse.

Dr. Sam Owens makes an appearance as Lt. Col. Jack Sullivan visits to find out where Eleven (who he believes is responsible for the deaths in Hawkins) is.

Eleven has been arrested for assault, but Owens intervenes and explains what is happening in Hawkins, and gives her a choice. Return with him where she can get the opportunity to have her powers return (a project that he’s been working on) or continue to live in California with her family. Eleven agrees to go with him and Mike, Will, and Jonathan find themselves under the protection of agents that follow Owens.

Nancy and Robin find out more about what happened to the Creel family. Victor Creel, who had been indicted for the murder of his wife and daughter, blamed a demon for his family’s death. They believe this demon to be Vecna.

Jason Carver, the team captain, and boyfriend of Chrissy, goes on a manhunt with the basketball team to find Chrissy’s murderer, Eddie. He pulls Lucas into this, but he ends up abandoning the basketball team to warn his friends.

Max, Steve, Robin, Dustin, and Nancy break into the high school to access the school counselor records as Max recalls seeing Chrissy leave Ms. Kelly’s office. They steal Chrissy and Fred’s records and begin connecting the dots that, like Max, they all suffer from PTSD. Max hears Vecna and the grandfather clock ticking.

Joyce and Murray have been traveling to Alaska to deliver the ransom payment to Antonov’s contact, Yuri. However, they’re betrayed by Yuri, who has intentions of turning in Antonov, Hopper, Joyce, and Murray to the Russians for more money.

Will, Mike, and Jonathon, who have been planning their escape to reunite with Eleven, find themselves under attack by Lt. Col. Sullivan’s men. With the help of Argyle, they are able to escape with an injured Agent Harmon(who unfortunately dies later from his wounds).

Nancy and Robin get into the institution where Creel resides by posing as psychology students and are able to get a five-minute interview. Creel recounts the murders. Virginia and Alice Creel are killed in the same way as Chrissy and Fred, but Victor has been institutionalized since 1959. They wonder why there was an almost thirty-year gap between kills.

Max, who is running out of time, writes letters to all her loved ones, including Billy. She visits Billy’s grave to read the letter to him and is possessed by Vecna. Max finds herself on some kind of altar inside his mind. Meanwhile, Lucas, Dustin, and Steve learn that music can help break the spell from Nancy and Robin. Max’s favorite song is Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush. They can find the cassette tape and play her the song, allowing Max to return to them.

Owens and Eleven arrive at an abandoned ICBM silo in Nevada, where she finds out that Brenner is not only alive but is one of the minds behind The NINA Project. The isolation tank (NINA) is specialized to allow Eleven to explore repressed memories. When trying to escape, she finds that she still has her powers, and this convinces her to continue forward with the experiment.

Agent Harmon, who has died, gave Mike, Will, Jonathan, and Argyle a clue to find Eleven. A pen containing the number that connects them to the NINA Project. They enlist Suzie, Dustin’s girlfriend, to help them find the NINA Project.

Eleven, through NINA, can relive memories and finds that she has befriended a “Friendly Orderly” who warns her about Brenner and his lies. Eleven is ostracized and bullied by the other subjects, which leads her to believe she was responsible for the incident in the rainbow room.

Hopper finds out that the Russians have a Demogorgon and tells the others that they have no chance of surviving against it. He comes up with a plan to steal liquor and a lighter from a guard after expressing that the Demogorgon’s only weakness is fire. Joyce, Yuri, and Murray (who have disguised themselves to break into the prison) are given a tour of the prison and a special look at the Demogorgon killing pit.

Jason, who has been on a relentless mission to find Eddie, begins turning minds against what he believes is a Satanic Cult or also known as the Hellfire Club. Steve, Dustin, Robin,andNancy, who have found Eddie (after escaping from Jason’s group) realize that Dustin’s compass is acting oddly. Dustin, having seen this happen before, tells the rest that there is a gate nearby to the Upside Down. Dubbed Watergate, they trace it back to Lover’s Lake, where Steve investigates, only to be yanked through it by bat-like creatures later called Demobats. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie follow him through the Watergate on a rescue mission.

#stranger things #season 4 #st4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #eleven #watergate #part one #pt. 1 #midnight binge #dustin #lucas #max #robin #nancy #ms. kelley #vecna #hellfire club #dnd

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Can you Taehyungs version of reader being shot cause of them?

I really like your Jimin and Namjoon Version that you’ve written🥰

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: It is so much longer than I meant for it to be. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading.

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Mafia Bangtan other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Jungkook

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Deception.

Summary: When you agreed to help Bangtan take down one of their enemies, you never imagined it could go so wrong.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood, murder.

Taehyung

Mafia! Taehyung

"Are you ready?" Namjoon asks, shutting off the car's engine and turning around in his seat.

"Yeah," you nod back, hoping the rocking pit of nerves in your stomach isn't visible on your face. Scanning back and forth between him in the front and Jin sat beside you, you're checking to see if they are showing any signs of worry either. Finding a bit of solace in their surety.

"We're gonna lag behind about 20 minutes to be cautious and stay out of sight. But we'll be close. Just do everything like we said, and you'll be fine." Namjoon summarizes once again. Jin offering you a kind, reassuring smile to accompany the leader's words.

You nod again, sucking your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Running your fingers through your hair to fluff it for the 30th time. Hyperfixated on the time, you see the dashboard clock tick over. 20:21.

"Okay, let's go." You exhale deeply.

It was three weeks ago that Namjoon came to you with a problem that Bangtan was facing. Their weapons dealer was forcefully put out of business, which was Namjoons gentle way of saying he was killed, cutting off their supply to automatics and other bigger guns. Leaving them vulnerable. The man who took over their previous partners supply was known to be working with some of the other, smaller local crews. It was also known that he was a rival of Namjoon's and due to this tension refused to work with Bangtan. Normally, a problem like this would be something that they could handle. However, as Namjoon explained it, this guy was backed and protected by foreign money and was too hot to touch without starting a bloody war.

So the plan was simple. Risky, but simple. The supplier had to die. And it needed to appear to be from natural causes, so it could never fall back on Bangtan. No one directly affiliated could be involved. That meant none of the members could risk doing it. It also meant that it was too high a priority to trust an associate or hired gun with this information. Not with the reach and money the opposition had. No, it had to be someone within the family that could handle this, but someone the supplier would never know.

Opportunely, the supplier was known to have a weakness for women, hence the logical conclusion for Namjoon was one of the member's girls. Trustworthy enough not to turn or rat, not likely to be noticed among the myriad of other women, and except a few of them, all had no record linking them to Bangtan, so they would be complete unknowns.

Jin said it, but you already knew it. Out of all of the girls, you were the one who was the most capable. Your difficult past left you with many emotional scars but made you the best person to handle the responsibility. You're not susceptible to intimidation. Have very few moral hangups. And most importantly Namjoon knows how much you love Taehyung. How you would do anything for him. To keep him safe and happy. He knows he can trust you, and that when the time comes, you wouldn't hesitate to do what they needed you to.

As for you, you knew that Taehyung trusted Namjoon irrefutably and you had seen countless times that he was a good leader. Furthermore, you could appreciate the gravity of the situation. Because you're sure that if Bangtan's brain had any other choice, he would not have asked for your help. But since he had, you were going to do what was necessary to keep your family and Taehyung safe.

The problem was that Namjoon had insisted on secrecy. The only ones to know about his plan were you, him, and Jin. A few years ago, sure, lying would not have been a problem for you, you hardly ever told the truth to anyone. But this changed when you met Taehyung. He was the first person you could be honest with, the first person you ever let love you. And lying to him was something you were genuinely struggling with.

However, you knew Namjoon and Jin were right. There was no way Tae would have been okay with you being put in harm's way and he wouldn't be able to separate his feelings from the urgency of the task.

Although, that justification doesn't make you feel less guilty for deceiving him. And to make matters worse, you expected this to be over with last week already. But on your first date with the supplier, he had left the club early to deal with work suddenly. Giving you no time to spike his drink.

So here you were, attempt number two.

While you were meant to meet the supplier at a fancy restaurant first, Namjoon's plan was to skip that and get to his house as quickly as possible. Before the valet could open the supplier's car door, you leant through the open window, teasingly licking your lips. "I just realized," you purr, noting his eyes drop to your mouth and back. "I'm actually not that hungry. So how about we skip to the end of the night, and then you can take me out for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Your blatant offer works like a charm. 20 minutes and a car ride later, he's pulling you down onto his couch. Hardly able to keep his hands or lips off of you.

Tearing at your blouse he rips the buttons apart, his mouth sucking and licking at your neck. One of his hands roaming and grabbing at anything he can, while the other starts to hike up your pencil skirt. He removes his vest and buttoned shirt, not once parting his lips from yours. His large, hard chest muscles pressing against you as he pins you in between his arms and the couch. Spreading your legs apart, he grinds his crotch into your core and you can feel what effect this is having on him. And you have to admit, despite your mind being focused elsewhere, physically it's having the same kind of arousing results on you.

But this isn't what's supposed to happen. He's moving too fast and it's quickly getting away from you. You only want to get him comfortable and distracted enough that he completely lets his guard down. You're trying to poison him, not fuck him.

Pushing his chest lightly, you spring upright. Slightly out of breath you pull your hair over your shoulder covering up a little and running your fingers through it, trying to regain some composure.

"I could use a drink." You pant, batting your eyes up at him.

"Sounds good." He nods, his gaze dark and ravenous. Suddenly haulting he leans back down to kiss you. His hands gripping your hips as he kisses you back into the sofa. Abruptly leaving you flat on the couch with flushed cheeks.

This is better. One or two drinks from now, you should be able to slip him the ricin. He drinks it, you fake a headache, and skip home. 24 hours from now he has a heart attack and dies from natural causes. Nothing tied to you. Nothing connected to Bangtan.

"I hope you like-" The supplier calls out, only to be interrupted by a grating smack at the front of the house. You startle upright, sitting alert watching the hall entrance. He comes from the other side, coming back from the kitchen, a curious look on his face. Both of you staring at the same doorway as Taehyung suddenly comes in.

Fuck.

Your eyes go wide, half not able to believe he is actually here. He wasn't supposed to be! Namjoon had arranged for Jimin to take him out tonight. And you had told him you were going to meet some of the other girls.

The thing you didn't know; a week ago when you met the supplier at the club, you had also said you were out with a few girls, including Jimin's girlfriend. But she was with Jimin at that time. And Jimin was with Taehyung. And she knew nothing about any plans to go out.

So when you said there was a movie night tonight, he asked around and found out that was also a lie. He wanted to trust you. To trust that it wouldn't be as bad as his worst fear. Still, the more he thought over how you lied to him, the more he worked himself up, getting himself into a paranoid and anxious state. Until he found himself tracking your phone, following you to an unknown house.

Seeing you half undressed and with someone he considers an enemy, his anger and jealously turns to pure rage. It only taking a second for the scene in front of him to confirm his worst suspicions.

Unleashing his gun he shoots wildly at the supplier. Reason slipping from him completely.

Barley able to avoid being hit, the supplier dives behind one of the sofa chairs. Nearly being riddled with the showering of bullets.

Wrapping your hands over your head, you cover your ears from the explosive sounds. Still firing, and keeping the supplier pinned, Taehyung storms at you.

"Tae-" you start. The gun empties, but Taehyung couldn't care less, tossing it aside. All of his attention focused on you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He growls through gritted teeth. His hand flying down smacking your cheek, slapping you back into the sofa. "How could you do this to me?!" He screams, his voice wavering from the emotion in his question.

"I can explain," You ignore the burn on your cheek, running your hands along your body, trying your best to cover and redress yourself. You never wanted him to see you like this, and the look of betrayal in his eyes is stinging your heart more than any slap could. "I-," you begin with no next word coming. There's nothing you can tell him. Not while the supplier is right here.

Taehyung's anger aside, you're terrified to think what him being here means. Namjoon's plan is completely derailed. And Taehyung attacked the supplier, creating an entirely new problem. You're not the smart one. You have no idea what to do or how to fix this.

Where the hell are Jin and Namjoon?

Taehyung is so fixated on you that he doesn't see the other man charging from the side.

"Look out!" You scream. Only it's a second too slow. Taehyung doesn't have time to react and the supplier swings a ceramic table ornament at his head. The shattered fragments raining over you, as your boyfriend is knocked to the ground. The shoe of the imposing man booting into Taehyung's torso.

You dive towards them, driving your body weight into the supplier to separate the two men. Pushing him away as his heel scarcely misses Taehyung's face.

He stumbles back a few steps and straightens up, nodding and pursing his lips with a look of revelation. Seeing you spring to Taehyungs defence revealed much more than you had intended.

While you're attempting to help Tae upright, he quickly shirks you off and lunges at the other man diving through him and dragging him to the floor. Fighting for dominance and survival, the two men break into a brutal fight trading blow after blow as they struggle to overpower the other.

While you're relieved to see that Taehyung is the more skilled of the two, and mostly has the upper hand, you're mainly sick with worry. The ramifications of this will play out beyond this simple fistfight.

All you can do is get Tae out of here for now, and hope that the supplier hasn't realised that this was an attempt to kill him. Maybe if you're really lucky he will only think of it at face value. A cheating girlfriend and her jealous boyfriend.

"Tae," you grab his arm, dragging him back with resistance. "We have to get out of here. Please,"

He drops the supplier's collar, who falls back limply. Turning to you he has blood pouring down his face from a cut on his cheek. Intensifying the cold look in his eye.

"We? What we? Don't you wanna stay here with this piece of shit." He snarls, standing up.

"I can explain after." You tug him again. He can hate you all he likes later. But first, you have to get out of here. "Please," you beg for his agreement.

Staring harshly, he retreats from you. A pained look in his eye that cuts you more than any blade could. Anger, hate, rage. You could handle all of it. But there's so much hurt and sadness on his face. It's nothing you ever wanted to be responsible for. It's more than you can bear.

"Tae," you hold your hand outreached, gingerly approaching him. He doesn't withdraw further, allowing you to rest your hand on his cheek. Your heart breaking further as he leans into your touch. Resting in your palm for comfort like an injured puppy. "I promise, baby, this isn't what it looks like." you coo, "I love you so much,"

His eyes close, his face scrunching in anguish. He wants to believe you so badly. To forget everything he has seen. To take you home and never let you go. He may be the first person you let love you, but for him, you are the only person he ever let himself love.

Turning, you use his softening demeanour to lead him towards the door. But the supplier pulls your attention. Neither of you were paying him any mind and standing in the corner of the room he's pulled his own gun from hiding.

Reacting without a thought you shove your back into Taehyung, covering him. Guarding him.

At the same time, a shot rings out and the bullet hits you. A painful, sharp sensation piercing through your torso that makes you stumble back. Losing your footing you fall into Taehyung, your body never hitting the ground. Taehyung catching your weight, lowering with you. Resting you on his legs.

Taehyung grimaces in pain, his hand wrapping his own side momentarily. The bullet went clean through you and cut his side before flying into the wall behind the both of you. Dismissing his own injury, he leans over your body, ripping off his shirt and pressing it and his palms into your entrance wound. Trying to slow the bleeding.

Looking up at Taehyung with tear-filled eyes, you're in shock. Every breath you take is sore but other than that, your body is numb. Your hands clinging to his, all you can think is that you wished you knew what to say or do to lessen his panic. The sweat on his forehead rolls into the cut on his cheek causing the blood to drip further down his neck and chest. The fear and worry in his eyes exposing what you can't see or feel. That you're losing a lot of blood.

The supplier comes over the top of you both. He presses the barrel of the gun into the back of Taehyungs head, forcing him to crouch lower over you.

"I was searching for a reason to annihilate Namjoon and his pathetic crew. Thank you for giving me one." He digs the gun down harder. Taehyung growls, baring his teeth in frustration. "Too bad we didn't get to finish what we started though, Y/n. Oh well." He smirks, cocking the gun for additional effect.

"I love you," Taehyung whispers, the finality in his voice breaking your restraint, tears gushing down your face.

"I-," you can only begin.

Another blast rings out that makes both you and Taehyung jump. The supplier's body goes heavy and plummets to the ground, smashing through the glass coffee table beside you. Glass shatters everywhere as he falls down dead, blood pouring out of his head, collecting into a pool.

"Fuck sakes." Namjoon sighs from the living room entrance. Standing with Jin, both looking over the destruction with disbelief.

"Hyung," Taehyung calls out, his voice raspy and on the verge of tears. "Help." He looks down at you, your face pale, your limps drooping as the blood loss is starting to make you dizzy.

Namjoon opens his mouth readying to scold his brother, but he quickly stops himself. His own faults glaringly obvious at this moment. Jin removes his belt, wrapping it around your waist he fixes it tightly, making you whine in pain, keeping Taehyungs shirt pressed to both sides of your wound.

"Can you carry her?" Jin asks his younger brother.

Namjoon passes all of you, walking toward the lifeless body of his enemy, shooting another round into the back of his head with a frustrated look in his eye.

Taehyung nods at Jin with wide, panicked eyes.

"Then bring her." Namjoon turns with a flick of his head gesturing to follow him.

Jin supports Taehyung as he struggles to get himself and you to a standing position. Finding more strength once he is upright, lifting you into his arms as you whimper and moan weakly.

"Taehyung-" you start, your words sounding breathless and weak. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

"Shh baby." He hushes you. "Don't worry about that now."

He gets you into Namjoons truck, laying you down the length of the seat. As Namjoon speeds to the hospital, Taehyung sits in the back, his legs under your head. Holding firm against your bullet wound while petting your head.

Jin takes Tae's keys and follows you in his car. Already calling a cleanup crew to get rid of the supplier's body. Trying to salvage what he can of the bad situation.

"Namjoon," you call out. Even as your mind is starting to slip into unconsciousness your worry over the family is consuming your focus. "the plan. Can you fix the-" you breathe heavily running out of air.

He looks over his shoulder, guilt overtaking his expression. Nodding with an affirming grunt.

"Plan? What plan?" Taehyung muses, the shock steadily drifting away. "What is she talking about, Hyung?" One look at the blame on Namjoon's face and it clicks into place. "What did you do?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Namjoon reasons.

"Are you kidding me? You organized this?!" He snaps, "How the fuck could you risk her like that?!"

"It was supposed to be easy. She wasn't meant to get hurt-"

"Well, clearly she did!" Taehyung roars, his hands bunching into fists.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I wanted to help." You whine, lifting your arm up to touch his chest, trying to soothe him in any way.

"It's okay, baby. I know you did." He coos kissing your forehead, Taehyung's rage immediately subsiding towards you. He takes your blood-drenched hands in his and kisses them lovingly. Kissing down your forearms, pressing your hands to his head in agony and want to have you closer. Wishing he could absorb your pain and suffering.

Returning his wrath to the leader his voice lowers, coming out like ice. "We're gonna talk about this once she's okay." He snarls, "And know, I hold you personally responsible for every second she's in pain."

Looking in the rearview mirror, Namjoon nods solemnly. "Yeah, I do too."

Luckily for you, you recover quickly, and no permanent physical damage was done. But the damage that was done to Namjoon and Taehyungs relationship, the repercussions caused for Bangtan, and the fall out from the supplier's death... well that's another story entirely.

#bts #yandere bts #bts fanfic #yandere #bangtan #yandere bangtan #yandere taehyung #bts reactions #mafia bts #mafia bangtan #bangtan mafia #mafia taehyung #mafia namjoon #mafia jin #bts smut #bts smut reactions #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin

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teawithkpop · 4 years ago

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[M] - PhysCom - Pt 7

pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - bc 1 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6 - pt 7

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader

Rating: Mature [18+]

Length: 5.4k words

Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)

Warnings: swearing, a lot of emotional turmoil, talk of pregnancy scares (birth control, contraceptives, etc.), implied discrimination towards sex workers (not by any of the boys dw), mentions of sexual acts

slowly hands you a cake that says "I haven't updated this fic in 14 months and I don't know when the next part is coming but here's an update thanks for being patient" in comic sans

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The rush to the hospital goes by in a blur of tears and shouting and panic and questions that you can't bring yourself to answer. The only constant is Min Yoongi's hand, firmly locked in your own throughout the ordeal, tethering you to reality.

You now sit in a private room on a sterile medical table and wait to be seen, too numb inside to feel the sting of the cold metal as it cuts into the backs of your thighs. Yoongi stands beside you, still holding your hand, his fingers are laced through yours and squeezing as if it could sap away the fear that eats away your insides, leaving you hollow and empty.

"It'll be alright. Don't worry about a damn thing, okay?" He shifts his weight anxiously, betraying his own underlying worries.

You barely remember him throwing his jacket over you before being rushed out of the house, and you don't feel deserving of the modest coverage. Though the leather is worn and soft against your skin, all you can feel is the harsh metallic zipper, scratching at your chest as though reminding you of your wrongdoings.

"Yoongi…" you start to say, but he cuts you off, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"Don't you fucking dare. Don't apologize."

You feel tears well up in your eyes. Your chest grows tight with the words he's forbidden you to say.

"I've already called Namjoon, it'll all be fine. Don't worry." He works his jaw and rubs your hand with surprising tenderness, glancing to the little window in the door every other second.

He's been assuring you with those same words for the past half hour, but it feels like it's been an eternity. As you glance at the clock on the wall, watching the hands tick by, you imagine a scene like that of a health documentary. Tiny sperm, swimming up your insides… fertilizing your previously dormant eggs.

Fuck. You've fucked up.

You might be pregnant with Min Yoongi's child. Your Opticon birth control implant could send you into toxic shock at any moment.

You don't see how things can get much worse than this.

The door finally opens, and what appears to be a nurse steps inside. She holds a clipboard, and examines it while she lets the door close behind her. "Let's see now, Miss..." Her shoulders slump marginally as her eyes reach your name. "Oh, right. The PhysCom."

You don't have the energy to ignore the change in her tone from friendly to disinterested, and simply nod. However, you feel Yoongi stiffen beside you.

The nurse lets out a brief sigh and dons a professional expression. "So, what appears to be the problem?" She directs the question to Yoongi.

"We think her birth control implant isn't working." Yoongi explains, his eyes darting furtively between you and the nurse. "She, um… she reached orgasm."

You flush at the memory, ashamed of your failure to adhere to even the most basic of rules set before you.

The nurse makes a noncommittal noise and jots something down. "Says here it’s an Opticon. And you didn't turn it off, sir?"

He shakes his head.

The nurse touches the end of her pen to her mouth, a note of sympathy forming in her eyes. Not for you, but for Yoongi. "How long have you had her?"

"Excuse me?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

The nurse tucks the clipboard under her arm, giving him a weary, patient smile. “With PhysComs, we have a list of probable scenarios we’re supposed to check for, to better inform the doctor of the situation, and speed along the treatment process.”

She barely spares you a glance before returning her attention to Yoongi, her voice lowered just a fraction. “It’s not uncommon for newly hired female PhysComs to try and… well, intentionally get pregnant from their clients. Especially if those clients have any amount of wealth or status.”

Yoongi seems lost for words.

She nods as if to agree with his surprise. “It’s some psychosis associated with the job,” she says with a shrug, then straightens her posture once more. “So has she been acting strangely at all? What are her symptoms?”

Your ears burn a bit at being talked about like you’re not in the room, but this isn’t the first time you’ve been in such a position. Oftentimes checkups during training were the same way, the physicians would speak exclusively among themselves and Madame while they examined every inch of you, inside and out.

Yoongi, however, is not used to such an experience.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He says, in a voice much calmer than you would have expected. But one glance at his face tells you all you need to know. His eyes are burning like hot coals. Molten and dangerous.

The nurse doesn’t pick up on his irritation, and busily flips through the pages on her clipboard. “I need reliable information, sir. If you please,” she prompts him.

You can feel Yoongi’s hand clench around yours, and you turn to quiet him.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, hoping to reassure him enough so he’ll talk to her, but he stands his ground, his eyes glued on the nurse.

“Get out,” Yoongi says.

The nurse does a double take. “Excuse me, sir?”

“I said get the fuck out of here.” He points to the door. “Send us someone who will actually help.”

She fumes silently for a moment, but decides not to argue with him, and heads for the door in a huff.

Yoongi scoffs as you two are left alone once more. “What the fuck kind of bedside manner was that supposed to be?” He mutters, staring at the door.

“It’s okay.” You place a hand on his arm.

“No, it’s not.” He’s adamant, and you sigh wearily. How do you explain that this is only what can be expected?

You pick out a few haphazard words from the maelstrom in your brain, too tired to find the best phrasing. “Medical personnel… they don’t really get it.”

“Get what?” He asks, turning to you in outrage. “Being a fucking decent human being?”

You flinch, withdrawing your hand. You’re too tired to try and get your point across. But he notices you wilt and immediately comes closer, lowering his voice and placing both his hands on your arms. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, the edge of anger fading away to gentleness. Kindness. “What do you mean?”

You sigh, looking off to the side. You don’t deserve to have him look at you like that.

You carefully remove his hands, trying to maintain some semblance of a professional distance, even in the face of disaster. “Most hospitals don’t look favorably at PhysComs. We were given a few lectures about it in training. We use up their resources and time that could instead be given to patients who didn’t willingly put themselves at risk.”

You remember how your fellow trainees had reacted after those discussions. Many of them found the treatment to be unfair, but you yourself felt that, in a way, the medical field’s viewpoint was reasonable. Your choices are what landed you here.

“What the- what are you talking about?” He huffs, still seemingly in the dark. “You didn’t ask for this… this scare. It wasn’t your fault.” He tries to meet your eyes, but your gaze is fixed firmly to the linoleum floor.

A mirthless smile paints your lips. “But I chose this life. And these risks along with it.”

Before he can question you further, the door bursts open and Kim Namjoon enters the room, both his dress shirt and his hair are rumpled, and his eyes are frantic. “Sweetheart?” He rushes to your side and crushes you in a hug. “Are you alright?”

You hear Yoongi let out a breath of relief. “She’s okay, for the moment.”

Something about the way Namjoon holds you feels like a lamp being held against your cold skin. You’re too damp inside to light a flame yourself, but his own body warms you from the outside in the meantime. You want to let yourself enjoy it, but the memory of your unresolved questions leaves you limp in his arms, filled with nothing but misery and confusion.

He pulls back after a moment, checking you over for signs of injury. His eyes are wide with concern. “What happened? Tell me everything.”

A flare of shame rises up in you at the notion of telling Namjoon about your rule-breaking and everything that occured since this morning.

Thankfully, Yoongi seems to sense your hesitance, and he fills in most of the pieces for Namjoon. Namjoon’s expression remains stoic as Yoongi recounts what happened - you being brought home unconcious, seducing Yoongi - up until the mention of your orgasm. Namjoon’s jaw slackens slightly at this, and his eyes scan your face, searching for something.

It’s at this moment that the doctor walks in, a different nurse at his side. He’s a slightly older man, a few wrinkles creasing his brow, and a smile that appears kind until it lands on you. His face is then tinged with that same indifference that most medical professionals give you.

You wish it was your usual physician, but since this was an emergency, you didn’t have time to take the trip to your usual practice. Whatever hospital is nearest, that’s what Yoongi had told the driver.

The man turns to Namjoon, who arguably commands more presence than Yoongi, and the kindness returns. “Sorry for the delay. Busy night. From what I understand, your PhysCom has malfunctioned, is that correct?”

“Her Opticon malfunctioned, yes.” Namjoon corrects him. His diplomatic tendencies are a blessing right now. You just want to know if you’re pregnant or not. You want to know if you’re losing your job. You want to go home.

The doctor runs a few physical tests on you, feeling your breasts, peering down your throat, and examining your vaginal canal, checking for any other symptoms of malfunction from your Opticon. “All’s well so far.” He says, pulling his forefingers out of you, snapping off his gloves, and disposing of them. “May I take a look at the ComGear?”

You feel a flash of panic, waking you out of your stupor. Fuck, was it still in the group chat? You pull out the slim device, heart hammering as you check. Nope. Just settings. Thank god.

You hand it over, and then remember with a looming feeling of dread exactly why it might have been left on the settings page...

“You do so much for us, jagiya.” Taehyung keeps his hands braced on your arms, his thumb rubbing gently against your skin. “You’re always there for us. Always giving… Now it’s time for you to receive.”

“I’m sorry! It’s my fault-” Jimin’s eyes fall to your compromising position, Yoongi’s dick still out, your leaking core exposed, and claps a hand over his mouth. He looks like he might cry. “Oh no...”

The pieces fall into place, and there’s no doubt in your mind. They must have switched it off.

But why? Why, why, why…?

The doctor - you’re too frazzled to read his nametag - pulls out a pair of reading glasses and takes a look at your ComGear, poking around the device with his pointer finger. “Hm. Strange.” He squints. “The Opticon does appear to be switched off.”

Namjoon blinks. “That’s impossible.”

“I’m afraid that’s the case.” The doctor shows him the setting, the toggle very much in the off position. Namjoon takes the device and looks at it in shock.

The doctor coughs. “I know that, um… for some individuals, the temptation and the… risk associated with no protection during intercourse can be sexually arousing. It’s not the first time we’ve gotten a case like this.”

He removes his glasses, folding them back into his pocket. “However, I would remind you and anyone else who uses this one’s services that although Physical Companions may be virtually expendable, it can become quite expensive for your own sake to impregnate them on a whim, using and discarding them, what with the standard fees for breaching their contract and-”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Namjoon interrupts him, and you notice the iron grip he now has on Yoongi’s arm. Likely the only thing restraining him from throwing a punch. “We’ll be more careful.” Namjoon glances at you, confusion making a little crease between his brows. “Is there some sort of morning after pill she can take, or…?”

“I’m afraid the lingering effects of the Opticon implant render any outside hormone blockers ineffective.” The doctor says, his smile turning thin. “It’s a bit of a blessing and a curse. The hormone production and ovulation suppressant in the Opticon normally make the chance of fertilization zero percent while in use. After it’s switched off, chances are still fairly low at 30 percent, for up to 24 hours. But the chances of fertilization after taking a morning after pill are significantly lower than that, at only five percent.”

He shrugs. “We’ll just have to wait and see. Chances are, your PhysCom will be right as rain and ready to pleasure clients again in about a week.”

A week.

First a week of suspension on Namjoon’s terms… Now it’s on medical advisement.

“A week? What should we do until then?” Namjoon voices your very thoughts, Yoongi seething silently beside him.

“Well, we won’t have any results until three to five days from now.” The man clarifies. “But I highly recommend you leave the implant switched off and keep her on traditional contraceptives until we know for sure. I strongly recommend utilizing other PhysComs in the meantime, just to be safe.”

You’re finished.

The doctor hands Namjoon a paper bag, most likely containing birth control pills and condoms. “She may be somewhat volatile for the next few days. You can bring her in for another checkup in a week.”

You’re weak.

“Thank you.”

You’re numb.

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It was a silent car ride back to the house, and as Namjoon helps you step out of the vehicle, one hand holding yours for stability while the other rests on your lower back, you can’t help feeling utterly useless. Detached from your surroundings.

What’s the point of any of this now? There’s no way they’ll want to use you until this is resolved. You’re of no use to them as a sex toy until at least a week from now, and by then it’ll be far too late to earn their favor back.

“We need to have a meeting. Call the others into the living room.” Namjoon speaks to Yoongi in an undertone, and you feel a small ache of hope. Maybe things will work out if everyone just talks to each other.

But when you enter the house and Namjoon begins to steer you upstairs, you finally find your voice.

“No.” You resist against him, turning around at the base of the stairs. “No, I want to be part of the meeting.”

The surprise quickly fades from his face, instead turning to concern. “You need to rest."

Something about the look on his face, about being told yet again through his actions that this doesn’t concern you, it causes something inside you to snap, your apathy vanishing in the wake of this new beast beginning to rear its ugly head within you.

Your throat closes up and a scream erupts from your aching chest. "You don't know what I need!"

Namjoon matches your desperation with an infuriatingly patient look of sympathy. He approaches you, his hand outstretched, but you stagger back away from him. He smiles sadly and drops his hand. "Stay here. It's what's best for you."

What's best for you.

The words throb in your mind, like the memory of an old wound. They bounce listlessly off the walls of your grandiose prison long after Namjoon shuts the door, sealing you away again.

You don't know what comes over you as you see visions of launching yourself at the door, pounding and scratching at the wood like a wild animal.

You could just open the door and follow him downstairs. Some part of you does register that.

But you want them to hear you. You want them to hear you rip your throat raw as you exorcise your demons.

You blink and you're standing still.

You haven't moved.

Your spacious room feels stifling. Like the walls are closing in on you, suffocating you.

Silken ropes sway in the dusk, catching your eye from beyond the balcony window. Your escape route from earlier that day.

You don't think twice before stuffing a few meager belongings into the long forgotten backpack kicked beneath your bed.

You need to leave this place.

You can't stay here.

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It had started drizzling not long after you left the house, and even now as you sit on the damp curbside, waiting for the next bus to take you far away from this place, it strikes you as funny, in a way, that the weather is crying for you, since you can't muster any tears of your own.

It's cold and misty, a foreboding atmosphere, by all accounts. It makes you question if what you're about to do is the right call.

But you shut down the arguments in your head as quickly as they appear.

Second guessing was what had gotten you into this situation. You need to follow your instincts.

And your instincts are telling you to flee.

It won't be so bad, you try to convince yourself. After the first night on the road, you'll eventually find a new town, a new home, a new place for yourself in this fucked up world. You've done it before, you can do it again.

You're considering suitable aliases for your new persona, when you sense another person approaching, their shoes tramping through the wet grass.

You don't look up at them, hoping they'll pass by and leave you alone. But they come to a stop beside you.

You keep your gaze on the road, droplets rippling the puddled potholes.

Then the stranger goes to sit on the curb too, and you can't help but look at them.

You'd recognize those lips anywhere, even beneath a baggy hooded sweatshirt.

"It's a bit late to run errands, don't you think?" Seokjin says, pulling his sleeves down to keep out the chill as he perches beside you.

He glances at you, then looks ahead at the road, the same way you were. You return your gaze forward, too exhausted to make a run for it. Though you don't get the sense that he would chase after you, even if you tried to escape.

Maybe that's exactly why you decide to stay put, but you don't give the suspicion any more thought.

"What do you want?" You finally ask, your voice croaky from being silent for so long.

"Nothing."

"Liar," you mutter, hugging your knees to your chest. "Everyone wants something."

He chuckles. Rests back on his hands. "I guess you're right about that."

Damn right you are. You didn't study the human condition through your years of training to be fooled so easily by pretty words.

"So?" You prompt him, still staring at the dreary horizon.

He takes a moment to respond. The silence is punctuated by the distant noises of traffic, an occasional car passing by, its headlights shimmering in the mist before disappearing down the road.

“The others are all out looking for you, you know,” he says simply. “Why do you think that is?”

If it were anyone else that had run away - their manager, a friend - you know what the answer would be. Because they care about that person. But how can you believe that about yourself, when you know you can never amount to anyone with that level of importance to them?

Ironic, since you’re the person with which they can be most intimate and vulnerable.

“I’m a liability,” you reply halfheartedly.

His silence serves to confirm your suspicions. A runaway PhysCom? Far too risky for a group at their level. You could become one of those anonymous sources like you saw in the news. A firsthand account of the BTS members’ secret sexual urges. Unacceptable. Snatches of words from the NDA you signed buzz around the edges of your mind like stray flies.

But since you're no longer connected to your network, then your tracker is probably disconnected. If the bus had come just a little earlier, you might already have escaped without a trace.

“You really think that’s the only reason?” Seokjin’s voice pulls you back to the moment.

His abysmal attempt to divert from the problem gets a hollow laugh out of you.

“Any other reason has ulterior motives. It’s just business.” You check the time on your ComGear. The bus should be here any minute. “I’m leaving, and I won’t let you stop me.”

“I don’t intend to,” he agrees, to your surprise. “God knows you’ve been put through enough.” He then leans forward, resting his forearms across his legs. “But for what it’s worth, you deserve to know the truth.”

Your ears perk up at this.

Seokjin seems to take your silence as permission to continue. “The reason we decided to suspend you. It wasn’t… entirely selfless.”

You purse your lips in irritation and fix your gaze upon the horizon, settling your chin beneath your crossed arms. “Right. Ulterior motives, like I said.”

He clicks his tongue. “Touche.”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't.

Your curiosity gets the better of you.

“So, what… were you planning to replace me?” You ask, trying to sound contemptuous. “I heard you all having your little group meeting in the kitchen. There are plenty of shiny new whores at your disposal, take your pick.”

He still makes no noise.

You wait, preparing to accept a bitter confirmation of all your fears.

But then he finds his voice. “We could never replace you, dear.”

You stop. Look over at him. His eyes are half lidded, his smile bittersweet as he stares off into the distance. After a few moments, he fishes around in his pocket and pulls something out, then hands it to you.

His smartphone.

“Here,” he murmurs, sympathy in the quirk of his lips. “In case you need to call anyone. Those devices they give you don’t have a cell plan, I assume.”

He seems to sense your wariness, and waves the phone a bit in a gesture of insistence. “I can buy a dozen new ones. It’s no trouble.”

You very hesitantly take it. “Thanks.”

Of course, he has no way to know that your ComGear is now jailbroken, for all intents and purposes. But… is this a trap? What if there’s a tracker in the phone? But why would he need to put a tracker in it if he doesn’t know your ComGear is off the grid?

The rumble of an approaching motor pulls you out of your cyclical thoughts, and you get on your feet, slowly coming out of your dissociative sulk.

But you still feel numb. Nothing matters anymore.

Nothing at all.

Jin gets up along with you, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Stay safe, alright?”

You give a brief nod of acknowledgment, only half in his direction as you shrug your bag onto your shoulder more securely. The hydraulics of the bus screech as the vehicle comes to a stop and lowers slightly, allowing you to step onboard.

You glance back, fully expecting Jin to stop you. But he doesn’t. He blinks raindrops out of his eyes while you board, and gives you a small smile once the doors close behind you. He lifts a hand in farewell, then turns and starts to walk away down the street.

He’s really letting you go.

You pay your fare and find a seat towards the back of the nearly empty bus. Rain pelts at the windows, picking up in earnest, and it feels like yet another layer, another barrier, separating yourself and creating an ever-growing chasm from the life you knew up until yesterday.

You pull out Jin’s phone, staring at the dark screen and wiping away stray raindrops from the surface with your sleeve. Why had he come to find you, if not to stop you?

“But for what it’s worth, you deserve to know the truth.”

Maybe he felt guilty. Or remorseful for the hell you’ve been put through recently. You would normally have felt immense satisfaction at such a thought.

But you can’t feel much of anything right now.

You don’t think you’ll be able to feel properly again. At least not for a long, long time…

Hm? The screen lit up. You must have pressed a button by accident. You swipe at it again, and to your surprise it unlocks. Who doesn’t put a passcode on their phone?

Is it possible… he disabled it before he gave it to you? Maybe. Whatever. You’re so tired of thinking, playing investigator and second guessing people’s motivations.

You scroll over to the phone icon, and tap on it, briefly considering calling your parents. But the wetness on your fingers messes with the touchscreen and you open the messages app instead.

You’re about to wipe the screen and try again, but… the most recent messages are… all about you. You tap on the group chat among the seven of them, currently bustling with activity.

[ Kim Namjoon ]: has anyone found her [ Park Jimin ]: hyung I’m so sorry [ Park Jimin ]: it’s all my fault [ Min Yoongi ]: she’s not at the studio [ Kim Namjoon ]: we’ll talk about it later Jimin [ Kim Namjoon ]: everyone keep looking [Jeon Jungkook]: manager said they can call her network to track her down [Kim Taehyung ]: should we do that? [ Jung Hoseok ]: no! she could get in trouble :( [ Min Yoongi ]: she’s not a stray pet [ Kim Namjoon ]: exactly [ Kim Namjoon ]: we need to keep this quiet for her sake [Kim Taehyung ]: she hasn’t replied to my texts or calls [ Min Yoongi ]: me neither [Jeon Jungkook]: hyung... will she be okay? [ Kim Namjoon ]: everything will be fine don’t worry [ Kim Namjoon ]: we’re going to fix this somehow [ Min Yoongi ]: whatever it takes [ Jung Hoseok ]: where could she have gone... [ Park Jimin ]: what if she doesn’t come back?

You scroll further up, past days and weeks and months of texts between them… not even a day between mentions of you. Wondering if you’re alright. Hoping you’ve eaten enough. Wanting to do more with you.

The thread of texts Jimin sent to Seokjin just yesterday.

Hyung I wish things were different I want to hold her I want to tell her she’s enough I wish I could kiss her… I think I love her Do you ever feel that way?

And Seokjin’s reply.

I do I know just what you mean Why do you think I turned those secondaries away last night, hm? No one can compare She really is special…

He didn’t… fuck the secondaries? After you broke at dinner, he… didn’t...?

You switch to his thread with Namjoon from a few days ago.

I know you’re our leader but I don’t think this is the way to go You need to be more cautious

Namjoon’s reply.

What we need is action, hyung If we work together on this, we could get rid of these unnecessary rules We could all have what we want Including her It’s what’s best for everyone

Seokjin took several minutes to reply.

You’re going to lose her.

Jin knew. He tried to talk Namjoon out of writing that stupid essay, or maybe it was about your suspension.

Either way, he defended you.

You open his thread with Hoseok. Dimly, you recognize that you shouldn’t be snooping, but you’re too absorbed to stop.

Hyung, I think she really wants this All of us ♡ I don’t know how, but we need to show her that it’s okay That we want it just as much

How do you know that’s what she wants?

I can’t say ♡ But I know now She wouldn’t reject us Our feelings She feels something too

The date and time lines up with this morning. The morning after he made love to you.

He didn’t tell them. He kept your secret.

“Our feelings”? What does he mean? Him, Jimin, Taehyung… Seokjin? Do they all…?

Your head spins, the hollowness of your heart filling with a rush of jumbled emotions, like a tide crashing in. All your numbness is washed out with light, just a pinprick at first, that grows rapidly into a ray of warmth as you consider what all this could mean. The chasm starts to narrow, and you get the urge to jump ship, to turn back and figure this shit out. To know once and for all what they want from you. What you mean to them.

But how can you trust this isn’t a trap? How can you be sure?

The answer is as simple as they come.

You can’t.

You can’t be absolutely certain that their intentions are pure… that this is the right thing to do… that you won’t be hurt again.

But maybe... trust isn’t about being infallible. Being right. Being sure.

Maybe it’s built on what ifs. On trying again, even with no guarantees.

Guarantees are only as good as their word, and talk is cheap. Lies are easy. Your Opticon had a 100% guarantee, and look where that got you.

But you remember the way Hoseok held you that night, and made love to you like you’ve never felt in your life... When Jimin kissed his way down your body, with only the best of intentions. Namjoon’s strong arms embracing you when you felt powerless. Yoongi’s hand never leaving yours, even while you waited in the hospital. Jungkook carrying you home after you fainted, breaking your door to make sure you were safe in bed. The look in Taehyung’s eyes when he finally kissed you, breaking the ice you’d been growing around your heart.

How Seokjin let you go.

Maybe...

You get up with a start, rush to the front of the bus, and hastily ask the driver to let you off, much to the old man’s disgruntlement, but the moment the doors whoosh open, you take off at a run.

You want to go home.

You want to try again.

No matter how much you try to bury it, to forget the way they make you feel, you care about them. All of them. On a much deeper level than that of a PhysCom and client. And it scares you.

But you’re done running from fear. From uncertainty.

Now you’re running towards it willingly, as you give chase down the torrential streets, searching for that familiar hooded figure and hoping you’re not too late. You’re embracing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty, the paranoia... letting their shadowy claws sink into you until they can’t hurt you anymore. Until they fade away, cowering under the glow of your determination.

You’re setting some new rules for yourself, no longer letting fear control your thoughts and actions, barring you from any chance of happiness.

You see Seokjin in the distance, trudging home through the pouring rain. You run faster.

You’re fucking terrified. But you’ve never felt so free in your life.

“Jin!” You shout to get his attention, still a block away. He turns around, and shakes his head, seemingly confused, but a smile starts to appear. You smile too.

Finally, you catch up to him, and without warning, you throw your arms around his shoulders. Damn, he’s always taller than you remember.

He laughs, shocked by your change of heart. “What are you doing?”

“I want to hear you say it.” You reply, looking up at him as rain dashes down your face. You don’t know when you started crying, but you’re grateful to the weather for masking your tears.

“Say what?” He asks, his hands resting on your waist to support you. Thunder rumbles in the distance, rain sliding down his perfect face.

“How you feel about me.” You reply, studying his eyes. “Be honest.”

He seems to sense the gravity in your words. He holds you closer. His eyes soften.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

For the first time since all of this started, you sense no deception in his words, no double meaning, no hidden agenda.

Because you aren’t searching for reasons to doubt this time.

You’re searching for reasons to trust, and you find them.

You want to kiss him. So you do.

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Wabi-sabi 15

(n.) [a concept] the japanese art of finding beauty within imperfection

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (BTS) x Fem!Hybrid!Reader; Genre: Hybrid AU, Angst, Romance; Wordcount: 3.358; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: Blind!Reader, large flashback, hints of abuse, mentions of cuts and bruises, mentions of organised crime, mentions of gangsters and bank robbery, mentions of imprisonment, general nervousness about learning something new, hints of jealousy; Based on the blind hybrid prompt from @hybridfanfiction

Summary: Being a failure in the eyes of science you hadn’t much hope for being permanently adopted as a blind hybrid. Instead you focused on music, the only thing that brought you joy. Until a stranger with the deepest and most beautiful voice you ever had heard wanted to adopt you. Would he really keep you for more than three days?

Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] Epilogue

“Make her stop crying”, a man shouted angrily and pushed you away from him, “it’s annoying and not good for the business.” He scoffed once more and you could feel his hard eyes on your small form. “Teach her how to behave.”

A whimper escaped your lips and you crouched down, making yourself as small as possible, while you cried almost silently.

With your sniffs and sobs you were too distracted to hear the other person inside the room. You should have remembered them but feeling the pain still lingering within your body made you forget about it.

“Hey baby”, a soft voice spoke right in front of you, making you fall back on your butt in surprise. “It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” They gently touched your lower arm but you cried even harder and tried to crawl away from them.

You’ve met a lot of people in such a short time span and everyone promised to be good to you but none of them were. They never were.

“Oh baby, calm down. You’re safe in this room. I promise.” The soft voice spoke again. “Look at me, baby. I am no threat to you.”

Your ears swivelled around, trying desperately to help you figure out the new environment you were in. A clock ticked steadily somewhere to your left, the wind pushed branches against a window, making quiet knocking sounds on the glass. You even heard the steps somewhere outside of the room, dulled through the closed door but still loud enough for you to hear it.

Instinctively you moved away from the door, knowing bad people walked around there and just waited to hurt you again. You could smell the faint scent of something strong burning your nostrils and something flowery as well.

Everything around you made your head spin. You couldn’t paint a clear picture inside of your mind and you definitely couldn’t calm down. Each new sound, each new scent, each new touch made your heart race and your whole body wanted to retreat and flee immediately. Everything screamed “threat” to you.

You bumped into something and whimpered again, wrapping your arms around your body to protect yourself. You just waited for the onslaught of punches and kicks, waited for the next punishment.

“You poor, poor baby.”

While you were too immersed in your fear the old woman straightened again and moved over to her bed. She watched your shivering and trembling body quietly as she tried to think of a solution.

It wasn’t uncommon for younglings to be sent to her in order to form them in a way that they won’t be a hassle for the business. Though, she never had a case like you, who even refused to look at her. You would be a tough case.

She hummed in thought as she searched for a method to calm you. She couldn’t work with you while you were still a sobbing mess.

Your ears immediately turned to the other person when you heard the low humming. You focused solely on that sound and without knowing it you slowly calmed down.

Of course the woman noticed this and a small smile appeared on her face. Maybe you weren’t such a tough case as she initially thought. She continued to hum and took a closer look over your appearance.

The first obvious thing, which she already saw when you were shoved into her room, were your large hybrid ears. She noticed that you had your eyes closed even though you rested your head on your arms now and were turned into her direction, listening intently to the melody she was humming.

Lowering her gaze, she saw the thin dress barely hiding your malnourished body and the bruises and cuts on your arms and legs. You were so small and you couldn’t be over the age of five. So young and yet you were already used for selfish human purposes.

With your large ears and you using them as your main sense, she knew what kind of purpose you had here. And she knew how hard your training was.

“Baby, how about you come to me, hm? It’s more comfortable here and I can sing you a lullaby if you want.”

You tilted your head, feeling curious and confused at the same time. “Sing a lullaby?” You asked in a hushed voice, not daring to speak any louder. So far, you always had to be quiet and even the tiniest noise would get punished.

“Singing is like talking but it feels more beautiful and pleasing to the ear. It is like the humming I just did, baby, but I will use words instead of the simple noise.” She explained patiently, watching your reaction. “What do you say, hm? You wanna listen to a lullaby?”

You still hesitated and only after you heard her humming again you nodded slowly. You carefully stood up and walked towards her humming.

“It’s easier to navigate through a room when you open your eyes, baby.” She chuckled lowly but stopped immediately when you shook your head vehemently. “Baby, is something wrong with your eyes?”

You felt the tears brimming in the corner of your eyes again as you nodded. “They are ugly”, you whispered and wiped with the back of your hand over your eyes.

The woman cooed and bribed you to come closer again. No child should hear that something about them was ugly. “Why would anyone say that, hm?”

She saw you shrug with your tiny shoulders before you spoke up again. “My eyes are different from others. I can’t see with them.”

Realisation dawned upon the woman and her heart sunk even lower. Of course this group of gangsters would use a blind hybrid with an incredible hearing ability to break into bank vaults and other high security rooms. You were perfect for this kind of work since you couldn’t see their faces and were therefore no use as a witness should you ever get caught.

“Okay, how about you relax now, yeah? You’re safe here and it’s all good as long as you’re with me, baby. Come on, lie down and I’ll sing to you while you rest. Tomorrow will be a new day.”

Once you were settled on the large bed, your whole attention on the woman, she started to sing softly, easing your worries and your pain.

She repeated singing until you fell asleep, watching your small chest rise and fall evenly. She couldn’t imagine how training with ruthless gangsters might feel for a small child. She only knew it was already harsh for an adult.

The next morning you woke up disoriented and quickly scampered around until you hit the headboard of the bed. Once again your ears twisted and turned, picking up every noise around you. Panic spread within your body and you felt your muscles tense, ready to bolt at any second or to play dead - like that one time a man slapped you too hard and you just dropped to the ground and didn’t move for several minutes.

Only when you heard the humming again and tuned into the melody and nothing else, you started to feel the calmness within your mind again. You liked humming and singing. It made you feel safe.

“Did you sleep well, baby?”

You could hear the smile in the voice of the woman and nodded, a small smile tugging at your own lips as well.

“That’s good.”

She started to hum again and while your ears focused on the melody, your nose finally picked up on the scent of fresh fruits and scrambled egg. You felt your mouth watering as you crawled to the end of the bed, sniffing the air a little more.

The woman smiled. “I made breakfast for us. It’s not much but I think it’s more than you’re used to, hm?”

You nodded again.

“I know you can speak, baby. So don’t let me monologue here. Feel free to talk to me.”

“Sorry”, you whispered, still feeling the need to be as quiet as possible. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing.”

“Where did you learn of singing?”

She chuckled even though her heart clenched painfully at that question. You’ve never heard singing or humming before and with every passing second she knew you never felt anything positive in your life as well. “It’s something a lot of people do to express their feelings. Sometimes it helps them too.”

“Helps them with what?”

“Anything, baby. Anything. It can help with figuring out your emotions or with dealing with some pain - whether it is emotional or physical pain.”

“Does singing help you?”

She hummed in thought. “Sometimes. But I like to sing when I am happy.”

“Are you happy now?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions, baby. Come here and stuff your cheeks with some food now.”

Back then you hadn’t noticed how she avoided your question, already distracted by the food and the option to eat something else than just porridge. Thinking about it, whenever you had asked something slightly more personal, she had changed the topic or distracted you.

You still heard her voice after so many years when you thought of her but you had no name or anything else. You weren’t even sure if she was a hybrid as well.

“She introduced me to music and since then I always use it to flee the reality”, you told Yoongi, a sad smile playing over your lips.

“What happened afterwards?”

You shrugged with your shoulders. “She took over my training most of the time and told me to stay strong whenever someone else did it but before I could be of use the group got busted and I was brought into the shelter. I think everyone of legal age got arrested. Even her.” You sighed, trying to remember anything else from back then. “I think she told someone about my affinity to music though. Before she got arrested.”

Yoongi hummed in thought. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the shelter provided me with a music player. The one I still have in my room. I rarely need it anymore.” You chuckled lowly and pulled your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “Sorry to unload everything on you now. I shouldn’t have.”

Before Yoongi was able to respond, Jin, who had listened silently to your story while he leant against the wall in the hallway, came into view and spoke up. “Don’t be too harsh on yourself. In our lives we all experience hardships, don’t blame yourself and feel free to share it as often as you need. Friends and family are there to ease those hardships.” He walked over to the couch and plopped down on your other side.

“You’re also forgetting that I asked you to share it. No need to think you’re unloading something when I questioned you in the first place.”

“Sorry.”

“Your presence can give happiness. Even when you’re sharing something heavy. I hope you’re remembering that.” Jin spoke and squeezed your shoulder, to reassure you.

“Thanks”, you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder, careful that your ears wouldn’t hit his face as you did that. “I’ll try to do that.”

“Would you like to work with music?” Yoongi suddenly asked and you straightened again, turning towards him and tilting your head.

“I never thought about it?”

“Think about it now. Would you like to try and work with music?”

Jin snickered behind you, amused how insistent Yoongi was. He knew where Yoongi wanted to go with all his questions and it amused him even more that you didn’t connect the dots immediately.

“I, uh, I don’t know”, you admitted nervously, rubbing your hands together as they started to get clammy, “I mean, I like music but I only listened to it. Would I be good at working with music?”

“Would you be good? Be good?” Jin laughed loudly and you felt the vibrations even through the couch. “You’re really asking that? Sweetie, you hear even the slightest change in a voice.”

“Jin is right. Don’t worry about being good or bad. You have to learn at the beginning of every job and you’re not alone. You’ll be taught whatever you need to know.”

“There is someone who would teach a blind hybrid?” You asked curiously, not believing your own ears.

Once again Jin laughed loudly and even Yoongi cackled at your question. “Of course there is. Did you already forget that I work as a producer? I will teach you if you want me to.”

You immediately straightened, feeling your heartbeat racing within your chest at the proposition. Even though you had no idea what exactly a producer does, you felt excited to think about working with music.

“We could start doing some things here. I have a lot of equipment in my room and Jimin or Jungkook could help us. I’m pretty sure Namjoon would join too if we’d asked. Of course we don’t have to if you don’t want to do that. Don’t feel pressured just because I said I would teach you, you know.” Yoongi rambled and for the first time you could hear his rapid heartbeat pounding nervously within his chest.

Without thinking you leaped forward and hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I would love to try it with you as my teacher.” You felt giddy and couldn’t sit still anymore. You barely noticed Jin’s silent snickering or Yoongi’s flustered state when you jumped up. “I need to tell Taehyung!”

Neither Yoongi nor Jin were able to say anything else before you hurried out of the living room. You’ve never really ran, too scared to run into something, but after living several months with Taehyung and the boys you knew where everything stood. Additionally you were too excited to slow down anyway.

You barged through the doors, not caring to close them after you, and stormed into the other apartment. You barely acknowledged the sounds of the video game still going on when you jumped into Taehyung’s lap.

“Woah, woah, woah”, Taehyung laughed and hugged your form to prevent you from falling down. “What happened?” The game was immediately forgotten and his attention was only on you now.

You smiled brightly and still bounced up and down with your excitement. “Yoongi wants to teach me”, you exclaimed, squealing slightly.

“Teach you what?”

“Music”, you answered and turned your head towards Jungkook, who asked and placed his own controller on the small table in front of the couch. “He said he would take me with him and show me the work of a producer.”

“That’s fantastic!” Taehyung jumped up with you in his arms, turning around and cheering together with you. “You can be really proud of yourself!”

You nodded excitedly, still grinning from ear to ear. “He said we could start here because he has a lot of equipment at the apartment before he would take me to the studio. Yoongi also said Jungkook could help us.” You turned your head and ears back to Jungkook, who stayed quiet for some time now. “You would help us, right?” You got out of Taehyung’s embrace and sat next to Jungkook, grabbing his hands and squeezing them desperately. “Please.”

“Uh, sure? But I’m not a producer like Yoongi hyung.”

You halted when you realised that you had no idea how Jungkook or Jimin would be of any help since both of them had different jobs. A frown appeared on your face as you tried to figure out what Yoongi meant.

“I’m sure Yoongi hyung needs someone with a singing voice.”

“Doesn’t he sing on his own usually?”

Taehyung shrugged with his shoulders and sat back down on the couch, pulling you and your adorable pout on top of his lap. “I think he’s self conscious about his voice when someone with perfect hearing is involved. You’ve heard his demos, singing is not his profession.” He answered Jungkook’s question.

“Yoongi can’t sing?” You asked in confusion and snuggled closer against Taehyung’s body, playing with his large hand on your thighs.

“He can sing but he isn’t confident when it comes to singing and there are tones he can’t reach with his deep voice. I’m sure he mentioned Jimin too when he said someone else could help the both of you.”

You nodded quickly, surprised Taehyung knew Yoongi had told you about Jimin as well.

“Ah”, Jungkook sat up, “of course I’ll help you! I love singing and music!” He wanted to add that you wouldn’t need to ask Jimin because he wanted to help you whenever you needed him but he bit on his tongue before he could.

“Thanks Jungkook”, you smiled, glad Jungkook was willing to help you and Yoongi out. You were sure that learning about the basics of being a music producer within the four walls you started to call your home would help to limit your nervousness immensely. You were also sure that knowing the basics already before you would go with Yoongi to his studio would lessen your anxiety on that day as well.

“When do you start?”

You chuckled nervously and hid your face in the crook of Taehyung’s shoulder. “I forgot to ask.”

Taehyung laughed loudly and squeezed you once. “You were too excited, weren’t you little one?”

“Yeah.” You felt the heat spreading through your body, feeling embarrassed that you couldn’t hold yourself back and just bolted before everything was settled with Yoongi. Guilt stung your heart when you thought about leaving both Yoongi and Jin without saying goodbye properly. “Should I go back and apologize that I just left?” You whispered and turned one ear towards Taehyung, hoping he wouldn’t tell you how mad his hyungs could possibly be.

“No need to apologize”, he told you and pressed a quick kiss on top of your hair, “how about we all go and join them in the other apartment? You can talk and make more precise plans with Yoongi.”

“I could also check with him whenever the two of you would need someone to sing.” Jungkook added quickly, eager to plan the schedule with Yoongi before Jimin had the chance to take any spot from him.

You nodded and a relieved smile appeared on your lips. You were thankful that Taehyung eased your worries immediately. “Yes please.”

Taehyung let you get up, his hands lingering on your hips until you stood safely on both your feet. He got up as well and grabbed your hand again, squeezing it slightly as a sign of support.

You heard Jungkook getting up as well and his silent footsteps patting towards the entrance door. You placed your other hand on Taehyung’s as well, holding his hand with both of yours, as you followed Jungkook back into the other apartment.

“I’m happy you’re able to try something that you love”, Taehyung mumbled into your ear, the proud smile evident in his voice.

“What if I can’t come with you as often as before when you’re leaving for your photography trips?”

“Don’t worry about that. You are your own person and I am the happiest when you do what you want to do.”

You smiled and leaned against Taehyung, humming in appreciation.

When you reached the living room, you heard Jungkook already planning meetings with Yoongi. They quickly included you in their discussions - even before you were able to sit down. Throughout the whole discussion you held Taehyung’s hand, squeezing it whenever you got excited and needed something to ground yourself again.

In the middle of the discussion Taehyung’s mobile phone started to vibrate. While the others continued like nothing was wrong, you got quiet, noticing the change in Taehyung’s behaviour.

He smelled confused and slightly irritated even as he excused himself and left the room to take the call.

You tried to focus back on the conversation but your attention shifted back to Taehyung, who had left towards the kitchen, every few seconds. Therefore you immediately noticed the sour mood he radiated when he returned.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asked, who noticed it as well.

“The shelter called.”

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I Promise (IX)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 >> Some people have the gifted ability of music; others of mathematics; some perhaps as persuasive argumentators. You have a “gift”, if one would like to call it that. It is the ability to know when somebody is telling a lie.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> hoseok x f!reader; namjoon x f!reader

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It was now 1:30 am and Namjoon paced the empty living room himself. They had told him that they would be late but there was something that unnerved him. He could feel it in his gut that something had gone incredibly wrong. He checked the clock again and saw that it was now 1:32am.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. That was the only sound to accompany Namjoon’s thoughts and it was driving him crazy. He grabbed his jacket and was about to leave the house when its doors burst open and the six members of BTS stumbled in. They were all covered in blood and the white haired one, Yoongi, was unconscious in their arms. Jungkook, the youngest, was opening crying and held Yoongi’s hand until his knuckles were white. He kept repeating the unconscious man’s name over and over.

They pushed past Namjoon and carried Yoongi over the couch, staining the plastic cover red.

All of them were visibly exhausted but they were pulling through with adrenaline for their bleeding friend. Guns, knives and other weapons lay clattered at the door. “First aid is in my room! Hurry!” Seokjin commanded one of the members. Taehyung left momentarily and returned with medical tools of all kinds.

Yoongi had woken up momentarily when Seokjin placed a bottle of beer to his mouth. Seokjin spoke through gritted teeth, “We have to take the bullet out, Yoongi. I’m sorry, this is the strongest thing I could find.” The other man could only mumble weakly as the alcohol ran down the sides of his mouth and stained his shirt.

Things were finally kicking into motion within Namjoon’s head. He ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of vodka. He had gone out this afternoon and bought it with the intention of saving it for when everybody would return, hoping to open it for celebration. It was still being used at the end of the night, but just for a different reason.

There was a silent thank you exchanged between Namjoon and Seokjin.

Taehyung was holding the crying Jungkook and trying to soothe the younger through his own tears and snot. Jimin stood beside Seokjin, handing up the scalpel and tweezers wordlessly. They did not have any medical thread with them and had to make do with dental floss. Yoongi continued to moan in his semi-unconscious state as the needle pierced his skin after the bullet had been dug out. His blood covered the furniture and stained everything it touched with a sickly crimson.

Namjoon’s eyes darted around the room. The youngest had stopped crying but was still whimpering. Jimin stood with his hands to his mouth, folded in a silent prayer. Seokjin had a grim expression while trying to stop the blood from leaving his friend’s body.

“Fuck!” Hoseok yelled in anger. He had been standing to the side silently until now. He picked up a chair and flung it across the room. It crashed onto the floor and splintered upon impact, and a piece of wood flew, grazing Hoseok right under the eye. “FUCK!”

Namjoon did not know what to say. His heart skipped a beat when he realized they were one person short. “Where’s Y/N?” he asked.

“The fucking bastard was onto us, and we got played like puppets on a string!” Hoseok punched the wall.

Turning to Taehyung and Jungkook, Namjoon asked again, “Where’s Y/N?” Jungkook said between his tears, “I thought she came home already.”

Namjoon was starting to understand why he felt terrible. “No,” he told them, “She’s not home. You guys are the only ones who are back.”

Upon hearing this, Hoseok’s fist halted inches away from a second punch towards the wall. He stalked over to Namjoon. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I said, Y/N is not home. She hasn’t come back,” Namjoon’s voice raised. He could feel the fear and anger that had been circulating the room begin to affect himself.

“Hyung, didn’t you tell Y/N to run?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook’s eyes looked watery once again.

“I did. And she looked like she understood me so I didn’t pay any more attention,” Hoseok said.

Namjoon pushed Hoseok. “What do you mean, you didn’t pay any more attention?! You said you’d protect her.”

Hoseok stumbled and could feel heat rise to his cheek. He walked up to Namjoon and shoved him back. “Well you see, I had three steroid-infused men, all of whom were likely professional assassins might I add, aiming guns and throwing knives at me and my team. I couldn’t exactly afford to keep my attention solely focused on one thing.”

“Couldn’t afford? Are you saying that she isn’t part of the team then?”

“What the hell? I said I couldn’t focus only on her.”

“Bullshit. Her purpose is a pawn to all of you. Always had been and now? Guess you don’t have to worry about that anymore huh?”

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and walk away. The only person who’s not part of the team is you.”

“I wouldn’t of had to say anything if you just did your fucking job.”

The two men stared at each other, hands shaking furiously and daring the other to throw the first punch.

Jimin’s soft voice intercepted their tension. “She was running out the back door.”

At his words, Hoseok whirled and glared at him. “And you didn’t stop her? After seeing her run the wrong way?”

Jimin flinched from the anger, unable to speak. Hoseok knew he had scared him and turned his anger back on the one who did not belong. Namjoon was glaring right back at him.

“This is exactly why I kept telling her to stay away from you guys. She was perfectly fine, working at the diner and living her life safely. But you all sucked her into your games and now she’s out who knows where, with people who could murder her because of your actions tonight. You know what you all are? Acidic and poisonous good-for-nothing sons of bitches. You’re all low-lives who kill and steal because of your own greed, even if it means putting other innocent people in harm’s way,” Namjoon spat.

There was a whir of movement as Seokjin’s fist connected with Namjoon’s face. The taller man fell back and sat on the floor after the punch. Namjoon held a hand to his jaw as the numbness spread from the left to the right.

Seokjin was standing above him, hands still stained from the emergency suture on Yoongi’s body. The other man was now knocked out on the couch, but the bleeding had stopped. Seokjin’s voice was low and barely audible, but the threat was clear, “I will not have you talk about my members in that way. Yes, we steal and we have had to kill, but we would - we will - never hurt anybody that we care about. This house may be under your name, but you are free to leave if you are unhappy with the way we handle things.”

The punch had not only knocked Namjoon to the floor, but also some sense into him. He was angry, but he knew his anger was not directed at these men. They had only known each other for a short period of time, but deep inside, he knew they were loyal to each other and to you. He was angry at the man who had taken you away from him and he was angry at himself for letting another man do his job of protecting you. He was angry that he had not been there to save you himself.

Seokjin motioned for the two youngest members to carry Yoongi back to his room. Jimin also excused himself and that left the three of them alone.

“I know you’re angry, Namjoon. You have every right to be. We told you that we’d protect Y/N and it’s our fault that she’s gone right now. But you have no right to scream at the rest of them. We all risked our lives to get both Hoseok and Y/N out when the situation exploded. Yoongi had a bullet in him, for Christ’s sake,” Seokjin sighed. His hands were no longer shaking but all heat had been drained from them.

Namjoon only had his pride to hold on to and he would not apologize for his words.

“We’ll get her back. I’ll go out and contact some of my sources and see if anybody has seen her since the hotel. If they have, I’ll let you know immediately. I’ll get her back to us, I promise,” Seokjin said. He offered a hand to Namjoon who was still sitting on the floor. There was a moment of hesitance, but Namjoon grasped the outstretched hand. Seokjin pulled him up and observed that Namjoon winced at the movement. “Your jaw is dislocated. Go put some ice onto it and I’ll have Jimin check on it a little later. I need a shower.” With that, Seokjin left Hoseok and Namjoon alone.

The two stared at each other in silence. Hoseok stalked off to the patio and Namjoon went to the kitchen to grab a packet of ice.

His hands were shaking as they took out a cigarette. Hoseok tried to light it but there was no lighter fluid. He threw the empty plastic holder into the forest behind the house and watched it spiral in the air. He cursed mentally and slammed a hand against the wooden deck. He had seen you. He had seen you run after Hong Jung Yee but he had done nothing to stop you. He could have protected you. He could have kicked his opponent down and then rushed to you. But he didn’t.

You were alone out there by yourself possibly in Hong Jung Yee’s arms. He didn’t know what type of man Hong Jung Yee was and the image that crossed his mind of the other man touching you caused him to shake. If so much as a single hair was gone, he’d personally hunt Hong Jung Yee down and hang him by the nails.

“I forgive the others.” Namjoon came from behind. Hoseok turned and saw him hold a bag of ice cubes to his swollen face. “I forgive them all, but I will not forgive you.”

Hoseok glared. And then there was him: the one who had yelled and pushed him, when he, himself, hadn’t even been there in the situation. “I don’t need your forgiveness,” Hoseok seethed.

The pain was overwhelming but Namjoon stuck through it, determined to speak his thoughts. “You had promised that nothing would happen to her and you could not keep it. The second you had a chance, you tried to save your own ass.”

Hoseok charged at Namjoon with an arm outstretched. His palm struck the bricks of the doorway beside Namjoon’s head. The clay dug into his palm and blood trickled down the wall. “I’ll get her back,” he hissed.

Namjoon took a step closer to Hoseok and spoke through his teeth, “No, I’ll get her back.” He spun and walked back to their room.

..........

The blood dripped onto the floor behind the chair. Your hair was mangled and sticky with the substance. They had left you sitting unconscious on the chair. A sharp sting from a slap on your cheek woke you from your unconsciousness. You blinked a few times and found yourself in a small room with a table. Hong Jung Yee sat on it, watching you as you tried to make sense of your surroundings.

“Girl, are you awake?” he asked. You were mute. He reached towards you to shake you, and you lunged, sinking your teeth into his hand.

He yelled and pushed your head away with his other. You tasted blood in your mouth and spat onto the ground beside you. Your hands were behind your back, locked in a pair of handcuffs.

“That’s one way to answer my question,” Hong Jung Yee said, holding his hand to his side. “Who are you?”

You spat again and this time, it landed on his chest. You would not say anything.

“Answer me while I’m still asking kindly,” he said. He got down from the table and walked behind you. He pressed against you and asked one more time, “Who are you?”

“They’re going to find me,” you clenched your teeth and said, “And when they find me, they’ll have found you. Trust me when I say that you won’t like what they’ll be bringing with them.”

Hong Jung Yee did not say anything. His fingers grazed your neck and sent goosebumps. They tightened around the handcuffs and then with a click, they unlocked.

You sat, unmoving.

“They won’t find you,” he said, coming back to your front to talk to you again, “They won’t think of looking here.”

You studied him, trying to read his expression. You were scared. There was nothing to indicate that he was lying. How was he so sure that they’d never find him?

Hong Jung Yee sighed and sat back on the table. You noticed that there was something different about him. He was not talking in the flamboyant way as he usually did. He was not wearing a fancy suit nor did he have rings adorning his fingers. It was like he was another man.

“They will,” you whispered, reassuring yourself more than anything.

He looked at you. You had been a fighter. After the first hit behind the head, you had fallen but not before you tased the other man who had sneaked up from behind. It was only with his swift actions that he was able to hit you again at the base of the neck, momentarily paralyzing you. You did not understand exactly whom you had gone up against.

“I’m going to ask again, and you will answer me. Who are you? More specifically, who do you work for?” he yelled, grabbing your jaw with a single hand. You stared at him with a look that would have stopped anyone cold. He was not anyone however, and he had been in this business long enough to know when people were bluffing with all their strength. He knew you were utterly terrified.

“Goddammit!” he roared in frustration, “You’re going to tell me who you’re working for now, or I’ll return you to the men outside who would love nothing more than to get under your dress.” The threat entered your ears, and you believed every word he said.

His voice got quiet and he sneered, “You will tell me now because I am not going to risk this whole operation on a measly girl and bunch of unknown men. I have been working this job for nearly a decade and am so close to catching Ryukwan. Nobody – nobody – is going to get in my way of returning home to my wife and son.”

Initially, his words had confused you. You were still making sense of the situation you were currently in. But when the realization hit you, you could feel the new fear grip your heart.

The white walls. The single table. The lonely light ominously swinging from the ceiling.

You were in a fucking interrogation room and Hong Jung Yee was a fucking cop.

They had been caught. The one mission that brought you out of the country and out of Korean jurisdiction was the one that’d get you slammed behind bars. Your mind spun of what you could say. The only thing that surfaced was the truth.

You gave him your best glare but could barely lift your head. Fear paralyzed your body and all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat.

He closed his eyes momentarily. He hadn’t meant to reveal who he actually was, but the frustration had caused him to lose control. In situations like these, there was only one thing that could calm him down: the image of his son. He pulled that into focus.

“I understand. You’re only trying to save your friends,” he said quietly, voice steady and under his control once again, “But that’s not benefiting anybody here.”

Silence.

“Look, the concern I have with your little gang is practically zero. I’m not planning to call nor turn anybody in tonight. All I want is information.”

“I have no information for you.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re mistaken. I think you do. Just tell me, who are you working for?”

Silence. Hong Jung Yee felt the irritation rise in his chest again. He whipped out his gun and pointed it at you.

“Who are you working for?” Each word was punctuated like bullets shot directly at you.

The sweat was beading your forehead and you could feel the tears threatening to burst out when you heard the cock of his gun.

“Give me an answer. Or your friends will find your dead body wrapped up at their doorstep tomorrow morning.”

All that could be heard in the room was their breathing; his calm collected inhale against your panicked shaking exhale.

“The Boss.”

Your words had been so quiet he had nearly missed it.

Hong Jung Yee squinted his eyes. “The Boss. Who’s your boss?”

“I don’t know his name. That’s all they call him. We were sent from Korea to monitor you and send information back to him.” You thought it was probably a good idea to omit the fact that The Boss would then make a judgment about whether or not to dispose of Hong Jung Yee.

“Ryukwan,” Hong Jung Yee exhaled. He suddenly slammed his hand on the table, scaring you. “Ryukwan,” he repeated the name, “Well fuck me.” He put the gun back in his pocket. A laugh bubbled from his throat and he let it out.

You watched as he doubled over, gasping for air as he continued in his laughter. He looked like a mad man when he finally looked back at you. “Who would have thought, that an opportunity like you would just roll by like this?”

As quick as his laughter had gone, the grim line of his mouth returned. He gave one look over you, and then he walked out of the room. You were left sitting, listening to your own shallow breathing. He returned moments later and stuck a needle into your neck. You yelped.

“What did you do to me?”

He stared at you, face close to yours again. “He has always been one step ahead of me, but he will not suspect this. You are all but pawns in this game of cat and mouse.” Looming over you, he was once again reminding you of the position you were in. “You will convince the other members to work as my bait and I will arrest Ryukwan for all he has done to this city.”

“They would never listen to you,” you said.

Reaching behind you, he deftly unbound the rope that had held your torso captured against the chair. “But they’d listen to you. I just injected a tracking chip into your body. I’m going to let you walk out of here. There is a man waiting outside who will drive you home on the condition that you will remain blindfolded through the duration of the ride. He will drop you a few blocks away and you will walk back. That tracker will be monitored by me. I will see exactly where you will be at all times, so don’t you try and escape the country because I will hunt all of you down.”

When the ropes finally released you, you rubbed your wrists and your arms. Your mind was still whirring at a chance of escape, but this seemed like your only option.

“When you’ve convinced them all, you will call me with this phone,” he threw you the black burner, “And I will provide you with any further instructions.”

You did not budge from your spot. Your legs would not move. He read easily through your fear and opened the door for you. It had always been unlocked. Outside, Daniel stood by the door of the lit hallway. There were no scary men waiting outside to get you. There was nobody in sight except for Daniel and Hong Jung Yee. Daniel put the blindfold over your eyes and guided you forward. You were stopped as you heard Hong Jung Yee’s voice by your ear again.

“Remember, I am always watching you,” he whispered.

..........

Hoseok could not sleep. Namjoon had passed out soon after Jimin gave him painkillers when fixing his jaw. They had both returned to their room but had not spoken once.

As much as he hated the other man, he knew Namjoon’s words were right. He had let you down. He had vowed to protect you, but he couldn’t – he failed to do that. In the distance, he heard a car rumble and then come to a stop.

He wondered if you were still alive. Of course you were. You were strong. He had taught you simple self-defence maneuvers before and if you needed to fight, you would not hesitate to give a damn good bruiser.

His body tightened as he heard the door unlock. It creaked ever so slightly and then clicked shut. Hoseok slowly got out of his bed and grabbed the knife he kept in the top drawer. He tiptoed out of the house.

Hong Jung Yee had found them and he was back to finish them off.

There was not a sound in the house but Hosoek’s ears picked up the soft padding of a human in the kitchen. He waited around the corner, heart pounding in his ear. He spun to face the intruder and dropped the knife.

You groaned as you reached up towards the medicine cabinet. You knew there was a gash on the back of your head that needed immediate attention. The sound of clattering metal behind you caused you to jump. You were spun and pulled forward on your feet.

Hoseok drew you towards him into an embrace. He had not believed his eyes when he saw the familiar silhouette. The dress was tattered, but he recognized the perfume you wore – the same one that the two of you had picked out jokingly for “his wife” a couple days prior.

“Shit,” you wheezed, being crushed in his arms.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, “You’re alive.”

You recognized the voice and tried to push him away. “Hoseok, you’re crushing me.”

He did not let go of you. He vowed to never let go.

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𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 (open): @scuzmunkie , @blimpintime, @thisisn0tal0vest0ry, @cuteipat

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imaginationofacrazyfangirl · 4 years ago

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Hey! Idk if your prompt requests are still open (if not ignore this lmao) but if yes, could you do a namjoon x reader and "im pregnant" Thank you!💕

Baby Shoes

Baby shoes littered the inside of your shared apartment. From the front door all the way to the bedroom, random pair of tiny shoes waited to be discovered. Their ‘discover’ currently far from home working hard on BTS’s next upcomming album unware of what awaited when he finally came home. Above you the clock ticked down the minutes for Namjoon’s arrival. Each tick of the hand grinded more and more on your nerves, tempting you to call Namjoon and tell him to arrive home quickly.

However you forced yourself to remain patient. BTS’s latest comeback was only weeks away meaning your boyfriend and his bandmates were strapped for time as usual. Between perfecting song, dance moves, setting up interviews, and doing their usual commitments such as v-lives, you knew how stressed the boys felt. Namjoon, himself barely came home nowadays; choosing to sleep at the studio rather than coming home only to return in a mere hour or two. You felt lonely at times, but it couldn’t be helped.

Namjoon was an idol after all. You knew where his commitments lied the moment you agreed to date him, and although occasionally you dreamt of dating someone with a less hectic job, you would never trade him. Beside it’s not like he didn’t apologize constantly for not being home or not being calling as much. Or spoiled you rotten the minutes things calmed down. All in all your guys relationship was a good one.

That said though you felt surprised to find out you were pregnant a few days ago. With Namjoon so busy the two of you barely had time to see each other let alone be intimate. However you guessed those few quickies in the shower or on the couch of his studio finally caught up to you two. Your hand cradled your stomach noting the slight bump growing. This certainly wasn’t a planned pregnancy, but you held no doubt Namjoon would love the baby as much as you did already. Especially since he and you spoke often about having children together in the future.

“Baby shoes?” Namjoon voice came from the front door. “There’s baby shoes in my front door hyung.”

You covered your mouth trying to hold back your laughter at Namjoon’s amazed voice. You couldn’t blow your hiding spot just yet. Not when there were several pairs left for him to find. “No they are definitely not mine-they have Jungkook’s character on them, Kooky.” there was a pause before Namjoon said in a slightly annoyed voice. “Yeah, I’m sure their not his either.”

Now you were practically dying on the floor attempting not to laugh. You could guess which one of the older boys it was on the phone with him. “She doesn’t have any nephews or nieces. Maybe a cousin?” Namjoon mumbled, before gasping loudly. “There’s more! They’re all over my house, hyung.”

His footsteps continued further down the apartment. The sound of his shoes hitting the wooden floor telling you that Namjoon in his stupor forgotten to take them off. “Tata, Chimmy, Mang, nearly every fourth one is a BT21 character. Where did these all come from? I don’t think we sell baby shoes for BT21.”

Another pause, followed by. “I doubt she kidnapped a kid, hyung.”

You snorted at this. It must be Yoongi, he’s talking too.

“But maybe she’s trying to tell me something. We have be discussing children lately. Maybe this is a clue that (Y/N) want to try?” Namjoon replied, his voice now right outside your guys’ bedroom door.

You listened quietly breath held as he came up to the finally pair of shoes. Unlike the rest, this pair placed in a pretty blue box with a note attached to them. Vaguely you wondered if he would recognize the significance of them. How they were the same shoes Namjoon bought all those years ago, before even meeting you. Finally the moment of truth came in a hoarse whisper, “I got to go hyung.”

The door swung open revealing Namjoon dressed in his usual black shirt, comfy hoodie and pair of blue jeans. He looked a mess between the dark circles under his eyes, the messy hair, and clear signs of having only done the bare minimum to care for himself over these past few days. However it was all forgettable in the awake of Namjoon tear filled eyes. He stared at you, one hand holding the pair of baby shoes, the other clutching the note tightly against his chest.

“Is this? Are you? Are we?” Namjoon asked, desperate.

You nodded, smiling softly. “Surprise! I’m pregnant.”

Namjoon moved forward, nearly tumbling over his feet as he swooped you into his arms. A flurry of kisses pressed themselves into your hair as he held you tightly. “We’re going to be parents. I’m going to be a dad! This is wonderful, (Y/N)! This is...this is amazing. Thank you so much, my love.”

You giggled, stroking his head. “I’m glad you like it. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you, but couldn’t find the right words. I spent days scrolling through pinterest and tumblr trying to come up with the perfect way to tell you, but nothing felt right.”

Namjoon kissed your forehead, before slowly slinking down to nuzzle your stomach “I loved it. I love you. And most of all I love our baby. I can’t wait until they come. I swear all do my best to take care of you and them for the rest of our lives.”

You could only smile picturing the day when Namjoon would finally be able to put those shoes onto your guys’ baby.

#namjoon x reader #namjoon imagine #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon #bts #bts imagines #bts x reader #kim namjoon #namjoon x pregnant!reader #rap mon bts #prompt request #I am finally clearing out my requests pile #ask sunny #sunny writes

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maplecornia · 3 years ago

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chapter 24

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.94K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: things are getting heavyyy

If you're still enough, you can hear the inner whispers of your heart.

Have you noticed?

You're able to hear everything you have kept locked away. It tries to break through the cage, and you can feel the chains growing weaker and weaker with each passing moment. Each tick of the clock drawing closer and closer to the moment where you can no longer hold it in.

Where you finally break down.

Taehyung sighs and leans back in his chair, the meeting room now empty and dark. It's hard to believe that at the break of day it was filled with conflict and torn decisions.

"I'm against it."

At the sound of Yoongi's sharp dismissal, it's as though the room wakes up. Some in protest, some in shock. Suga raises his brow at the reaction, almost scoffing when he sees it.

"It's too much of a risk." He sighs almost in contempt. "If you want her so badly, why not sign her with Source or Pledis? They're our shareholders for a reason. Plus, since we're all under HYBE it will be exactly like she were a BigHit affiliation. Given the way this industry runs, however, she's probably best out of Kpop and should be signed under HYBE America. After all, she is a foreigner."

Though they are harsh, his words make sense. This would be the most logical approach rather than breaking their ban on female trainees. They made the ban for a reason, Yoongi doesn't understand why they would throw that away for someone who is slightly talented.

Besides, what about every other talented girl before her?

What reason should she have to achieve the dream which they were denied?

"I have to agree with Yoongi," Jin speaks up, his brow furrowed in concentration. "She has a unique and beautiful voice, that much is true. It'd be a shame to let it go, but if you think about it, we wouldn't be letting it go. Giving it to another company under HYBE might provide a better chance for her in the industry."

Taehyung bites his lip, not liking where this is going.

Jin glances around the table, hesitating before he says his next piece.

"We just got back, can we trust that they'll accept us if we do this? Next thing you know there'll be rumors of a scandal."

Though it was all on their minds, it still hurts to hear it out loud.

Can they trust ARMY to be there for them this time?

"It is a bit concerning. She'll be the only female trainee in an all-male company. Can you imagine the rumors? The field day Dispatch would have? She'd be hated before she even had a chance to show them her worth." Jhope murmurs under his breath, his eyes sparkling with deep worry.

They've all faced that. The fear of being hated for just being you. For existing without the mask.

"But I liked her," Jimin says, leaning forward. Though his words are simple, they are said with the most sincerity. "She's someone you hardly ever see, her voice stays with you, it doesn't leave. It's the kind that people can't get enough of. That's something special...shouldn't we take that into account?"

Biting his inner cheek, Taehyung glances up at BangPD, wondering if he knows. Did Jungkook tell him? He knew about Yen, why wouldn't he have found out about him as well?

If only he hadn't saved that recording. If only he hadn't been so careless, then none of this would have happened.

Somehow he feels as though those moments are being stolen from him.

"Jimin has a point, Yoongi. Did you hear her?" Jin speaks up, his gaze glazing over as though he were looking into the distance. Or recalling a long forgotten memory. Yoongi scoffs and smirks bitterly.

"Of course I did, I have ears."

"Are you sure?" Jin mutters in response, but it's almost as though Yoongi can't hear him.

"Think of this realistically, you have to know there's zero to no chance of her making it. Even if she's talented." There's a moment of uncomfortable silence at his words, words which no one wanted themselves to say. Sighing, Suga gestures towards Namjoon.

"Come on, Joon back me up here."

The room turns to Namjoon, waiting to hear his response.

He stays silent for a moment, his hand resting on his chin as he ponders the situation, his deep eyes calculating moves and countermoves. Possible situation and solutions.

All while trying to forget that the possible trainee is Yen.

Biting his bottom lip, he can't help but remember the way she was in the studio. How her eyes lit up with unimaginable love and devotion. A look only a fellow artist would be able to recognize. She was made for this, he can tell. She yearns to sing, to be lost in music, enveloped in a world of her own making. To be able to share that with others.

Looking over at BangPD, he narrows his eyes thoughtfully.

"What are you planning to do?"

Yoongi's eyes widen at Namjoon’s question, and he leans back, looking to BangPD's response. Bang Sihyuk smiles softly, almost as though he expected this.

For some reason, that look irks Taehyung.

Don’t think you can control us. We weren’t made for your chessboard.

"It will be on a purely trial basis. I am planning to sign her as a trainee, but the public will not know about it until I am sure that she will be a good addition." He looks towards Suga, pointedly directing his next statement towards him. "I understand your concerns for her. After all, she would be our first female trainee for a while."

Suga bites his inner cheek in protest, leaning back in his chair and brooding.

"However, I have been planning this for a while now." The room goes silent with the revelation as they turn to him, waiting for him to reveal more. "Ever since you've left for the military, I've been thinking of possible trainees to recruit for a new girl group. The first girl group to be officially under BigHit entertainment. They would be managed, produced, and signed underneath our label. Not through a loophole like BE:LIFT, Source Music, or Pledis. This would be ours and ours alone."

Jimin shakes his head in confusion. "Why now? What changed?"

BangPD sighs, his careful eyes scanning the room in a calm and collected manner.

"I don't know entirely myself." He rubs his face before continuing, playing with the portfolio of Yen. "I thought it was time to expand our horizons, to try something new...I guess you could say I was inspired."

He glances towards Namjoon, and Joon can't help but remember that day all those years ago.

The day when BangPD proposed a plan, an inspiration to him, not quite unlike this one.

Namjoon’s brow furrowed in concentration, he turns to your smiling photo, still spread across the table.

Was it you?

Were you the reason for this inspiration?

"In any case, before I moved any further, I wanted to see if things would work out with her. One trainee. I didn't want to make a mistake like last time, hence the trial period." Bang Sihyuk continues, swaying a bit in his chair.

"Who would train her?" Taehyung mutters underneath his breath, unable to look away from your photo this whole time. Turning to BangPD, his eyes are aflame with conviction. "If we have our normal staff take part in her training, we won't be able to control who else could find out. If her existence were to be completely secret, who could we trust?"

It's a valid question, but Taehyung doesn't like the glint Sihyuk gets in his eyes at the notion. Silently, he wishes he never spoke up. Maybe then he would've been able to stay under the radar, and BangPD would never have to suspect he had any affiliation with the girl.

With Yen.

"You would."

Two words is all it takes.

Two words and the room is in an uproar.

"What are you talking about?! We have enough on our plate with our comeback, and now you expect us to train a girl who shouldn't even be here in the first place?!" Yoongi is so outraged that he stands, his chair rolling back into the wall.

"Yoongi, calm down--" RM begins, but Suga isn't willing to listen to anyone at the moment.

"Do you have any idea how much pressure we're under? And now you want to add an inexperienced trainee to our list of burdens just because she can sing?!" he snarls, his lip curling in disgust, his eyes dark with anger.

"Yoongi-hyung, you heard her voice. You have to admit that we found something here." Jungkook speaks up, meekly. Taehyung narrows his eyes his way.

Just what does Jungkook get out of all this? Taehyung knows he has to be the one who gave BangPD the file of your voice. He was the only other one there, besides Taehyung. Taehyung himself couldn’t bring himself to give you the flash drive, but Jungkook didn’t even think to tell you. He went straight to BangPD as though this were his decision to make. Did he even think of asking you what you thought?

What’s your angle?

Yoongi rolls his eyes, gesturing to the portfolio on the table.

"Yeah, we found something. But not something worth risking everything we built over!"

"Don't you think you're being a dramatic? We aren't even sure if this will work out. It's just a trial, and it's the best option for us to train them given the situation." Namjoon murmurs, rationally. Suga's eyes flame with defiance at the rebuttal and slams his hand on the table.

"And what happens if word gets out before we're ready?"

The room goes silent with the ultimatum, and they all avoid his gaze.

"What happens when we're the cause of her downfall?"

Glancing at each other, they ponder the question. A question that has weighed heavily on them ever since they debuted, ever since they became the star in the public's eye. Ever since the world knew about the boy group...

BTS.

Scowling, Yoongi pulls away.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't have time for this. I have work to do, work that has been waiting for us for 2 years! Or did you all forget our promise?" When they don't answer him, he scoffs, pulling his backpack on his shoulder and walking out the door. "I'll see you at practice."

There's a moment of silence as soon as Yoongi leaves, silence uncomfortable and pressing. Licking his lips in nervous anticipation, Hoseok looks at the rest of them, almost unsure.

"Is he going to be okay?"

BangPD leans forward, folding his hands on the table.

"Don't worry about Yoongi, I'll talk to him later. But what about the rest of you?"

His quick, analytical eyes scan the table, hovering over every one of them. Almost as if he were trying to predict what exactly they would say next.

"Do you agree?"

Now, Taehyung grits his teeth. His grip tightening around the water bottle he was playing with in his hands, he throws it across the wall. As he watches it crumble at the force, he finds the ruin in his mind easing. Water drips off of the wall, and he feels a sort of sadistic satisfaction at the sight of destruction.

Now he’s not the only one broken.

But once that fades, he's left once more with his memories and his regret.

"Dammit." He groans, dropping his face in his hands hopelessly.

Standing, Tae grabs Jungkook by the hand before he can follow the rest of them out. The door shuts behind them, leaving only him and Jungkook in the meeting room, an uneasy silence hanging over them. With words they need to say, questions waiting to be answered.

"Taeh--" Jungkook begins, but in his rush, Tae interrupts him.

"Were you there?"

The silence that blossoms between them grows to a deafening roar as Jungkook gently pulls away from Taehyung's firm hold. It creates a bitter but necessary distance between the two of them. It lets them know that they're different, that what happened back then was something that belonged to one as much as it did the other.

"You heard her too, didn't you?" Jungkook murmurs, his words turning Taehyung's blood cold. Smiling softly, Jungkook runs his hands through his hair. "I saw you as you were leaving, you were the one who recorded her, aren't you?"

Biting his bottom lip, Tae can't answer. Even though he knows that moment wasn't his, even though he knows that his ideas of fate and chance have been destroyed, he's unable to admit to it. He can't find it in him to voice the fact that he was there, that he gave birth to her chance, and he wanted it to be his and his alone.

Jungkook chuckles nervously at the silence before speaking once more.

"I wonder...why didn't you have the same idea as me?"

His hands tangled up in the locks of his hair, Taehyung stares at the slick wooden table, his heart in knots and his mind jumbled.

"Why didn't I?" he mutters to himself, a soft whisper that lingers empty on the air. "Why couldn't I say anything?"

Pulling away from the table, where Yen's future was decided this morning, he swallows hard. By the end of the day, he found himself lingering around this room, the studio, anyplace that reminded him of her.

Laughing bitterly, he rubs his forehead.

"Why..." He whispers, holding his phone tightly to his chest.

"Why can't I forget you?"

Biting his bottom lip, he quickly messages you, having the sudden urge to see you. Maybe then, would he realize what he can't find? Would he be able to create another memory, another moment in time? One that was yours and yours alone?

After a couple of moments, you don't answer.

Maybe...I was just afraid of letting go.

Standing almost decisively, he rushes out of the room, and down the hallways of the building.

I need to know.

As he rides the same elevator you rode yesterday down to the lobby, he holds his phone tighter in his hand.

If I don't find out now, I may never get another chance.

Desperate, he sends another message to you.

One more time.

Catching his face in the metallic walls of the elevator, he can't help but imagine yours smiling up at him. A face that makes everything seem alright again.

That's all I need.

What happens when that is taken away from him? What happens when he can no longer see the person who gives him courage? Biting his lip, he can feel the pain in his chest grow.

Just let me see you one more time.

He doesn't want to let you go.

As the elevator dings and he steps out, he pauses, seeing Namjoon right in front of him. Namjoon glances up, his eyes glazed over and tired, but when he sees Tae, they widen in recognition. Taehyung smiles inwardly to himself, he knows this look. A look lost in the wilderness of creativity and desolation.

"Oh, Taehyung!" he says, and Taehyung nods to him curtly before brushing past him and continuing to the front door. Namjoon, however, catches him by the wrist and Tae pauses, turning around.

"Namjoon?" His face is blank, but something in his eyes tells Tae to be wary. They are sort of dark, not really there, but urgent and anxious. Taehyung wonders how eyes can hold so many words, and yet tell you nothing at all.

"You knew, didn't you?"

At his words, Tae blinks, his heart pounding.

"I..."

"That's why you followed her, how you knew about her injury."

How does he know?

"When were you going to tell me?"

Biting his bottom lip, Taehyung can't help but feel a bit of aggravation towards his older friend. Why can't he keep anything to himself? Why is it a crime for him to live his own life, without everyone looking in? Yanking his arm out of Namjoon's grip, he scowls, turning on his heel.

"When it became your business."

Namjoon stands there, a bit in shock before rushing forward and taking Tae forcibly by the arm once more.

"Taehyung, wait!" At his touch, Tae tries to pull away, but Namjoon won't budge, his eyes desperate and wild. They unnerve Taehyung, make him want to escape, hide away until everything turns back to normal again. "If she's going to become an idol, any affiliation you have with her will only hurt her."

Tae's eyes widen at his words, snapping a hidden string he didn't know he had inside of him. RM doesn't notice, instead, his grip tightens around Tae until he feels as though he's suffocating from the inside out.

"You know that right?"

Gritting his teeth, Tae pulls away from Namjoon, staggering back until he's a good distance away. Raising his eyes to his hyung, Namjoon finds a look he's never seen in his younger friend before.

Loathing.

"Don't act as though you know everything." He spits before turning away and walking out of the door.

Namjoon sighs as he watches him leave before glancing over at the now empty lobby. The lobby where just a day ago, he met a sweet, cheerful girl. Someone who filled his mind with inspiration and wonder.

Smiling sadly, he rubs the back of his neck, looking up at the sky as though that will offer him the answers he seeks.

"Just who are you, Yen?"

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: this one was actually pretty hard to write, i'm ngl ;-;

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girl8890 · 3 years ago

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Penpals | Chapter 5

Idol!Kim Tae-hyung / V x Fem!Reader

Summary: You weren’t big on social media. Hell, you didn’t even care much for trends. So when you get a notification one day on instagram from a person claiming to be a global sensation, you can’t believe it. Months later, you still can’t believe your penpals with BTS’s good boy - Kim Taehyung himself.

Warnings: Negative name calling (as jokes), Sexual thoughts.

!Discretion!: The views said in this chapter are not necessarily my own. Some things talked/described in this chapter are only to make this book better. Nothing in this book is created to hurt/upset anyone. I just want to make it very clear, anything said between the three girls is all jokes, and is not meant to hurt any person or community in any way.

Notes: The events that are in this story can definitely happen in real life, BUT this is just a fanfiction and I don’t think these events will actually happen/are occurring. Anything in italics are texts messages. This chapter has a lot of texts between Ky, Mara, and y/n (you), but I promise the ending is good, in my opinion, and the next chapter won’t have a lot of texting in it - or quite frankly any at all.

BTS ML | Index | CH 6

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

The rest of the day stretched on at a long annoying pace. It was like now that you were excited for it to be night time, so you could FaceTime V again, each minute ticked by even slower.

You tried to be as productive as possible to pass the time. You showered, went grocery shopping, even went by the dog cafe to see how your co-workers were doing. Still, each time you checked the clock, thinking at least an hour passed by, it was only 5 past the last time you checked the time.

It was only 7 by the time you got home from visiting the dog cafe, and you were lying on your couch. You had your legs propped up on your coffee table, and we're trying to find something on Netflix to watch. You honestly didn't know what the new best show was there to watch, so you stopped surfing Netflix and settled on watching Alice in Borderland for the 8th time since it was released.

As you were just clicking the button to move on to episode 2, your phone vibrates the couch cushion next to you. You open the message from Mara and already know before you read it what she's about to ask.

Mara ㋛ (7:10pm): Ok Bitch! Time to see this 👅🥵😍 man of yours!

You bite the corner of her mouth when you get through reading her text in the group chat. It's not that you don't trust your friends, and you really do, but you kinda feel weird showing them V's selfie now, especially after he was keeping himself a secret for so long.

Earlier, you were all about showing them both what he looked like. But now that you Face-Timed him and realized how much you actually liked him, you were scared showing someone his face without his permission. You didn't want to lose the trust you built with V. You just hoped your friends would understand.

You (7:12pm): Idk if I should 👉 👈🥺

Mara ㋛ (7:12pm): Girllll you really going to tease us right now?

You (7:12pm): It's not that I don't trust you guys, it's just.... idk

You (7:12pm): we face timed after you both left and I don't want to show anyone what he looks like without his permission. I still don't know where I know him from, but there's definitely a reason for him being so secretive so far

Mara ㋛ (7:13pm): is he ugly? is that the problem? Totally called it!

You (7:13pm): no he's not!

You (7:13pm): complete opposite actually 😬

Mara ㋛ (7:15pm): well now I just want to see moreeee 😫 why do you torture me with dangling pretty men in front of me? that’s not right smh 😒

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:15pm): OKAY what did I miss? just got out of work and I read Mara begin wanting 'pretty men'??? 🤣🤣🤣

Mara ㋛ (7:15pm): Y/n's trying to keep her hot boyfriend all to herself 😫😭

You (7:15pm): not my boyfriend~

Mara ㋛ (7:15pm): but you wish~

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:16pm): ok ok ok... why is Mara being annoying? I'm too lazy to scroll up and read everything

You (7:16pm): I told Mara that I don't want to show you guys V's selfie without his permission

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:16pm): ugh-huh... understandable... go on

You (7:16pm): but she's being needy

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:16pm): as she always is 😪

Mara ㋛ (7:17pm): AH! I'm still in this gc you know??

You (7:17pm): I know, sorry

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:17pm): we know, now shh

You laugh at how both you and Ky texting Mara simultaneously, but two completely different responses.

Mara ㋛ (7:18pm): y/n face timed him

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:18pm): wahfnsfojbovsjnvo

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:18pm): y/n... cover her face in photos at weddings y/n... face-timed a boy????

You (7:18pm): THAT WAS ONE TIME!

Mara ㋛ (7:18pm): yeah... two months ago 🤣

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:19pm): aww boo! I'm so proud of you!

You (7:19pm): oh stop it 🙈 it's not that big of a deal!

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:19pm): oh no sweetheart... it's a big deal! You were so scared to FT Kwang for the first time, and now your FT your penpal no problem???

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:19pm): maybe I really should be a therapist

Mara ㋛ (7:20pm): don't take all the credit hoe! Y/n would have done just fine without you!

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:20pm): I know I know but still... so proud

You (7:20pm): you guys are too much 🤣

Mara ㋛ (7:20pm): but you love us ❤️😘

You (7:20pm): yes I do ☺️

Mara ㋛ (7:21pm): okokokok!!!!!! Before we get to off-topic... we need to address the subject change!

You (7:21pm): you can't see me, but I'm rolling my eyes at you right now

Mara ㋛ (7:21pm): GOOD! because I'm not letting this topic go 😡

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:21pm): Mara, why do you gotta peer pressure the girl?

Mara ㋛ (7:21pm): who else is going to do it?

You (7:21pm): 🤣🤣🤣

You (7:21pm): I'll ask him when he face times me tonight

Mara ㋛ (7:22pm): ohhhh you're FT him again tonight? 😏

Mara ㋛ (7:22pm): I want ALLLL the details 🍿😍

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:22pm): it really concerns me how dirty your mind is

Mara ㋛ (7:22pm): It concerns me how dry your pussy is but you don't see me complaining now do you!

You (7.22pm): 😳

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:23pm): hating on asexuals now are we?

Mara ㋛ (7:23pm): no and never! It's normal to be concerned about how much dick your friends are getting! Like y/n's is probably so dry there's cobwebs 🕸 🕸

You (7.23pm): omgsufdjfijsd

You (7.23pm): Mara you’re something else 🤣

Mara ㋛ (7:23pm): I try 💁‍♀️

Mara ㋛ (7:23pm): now that I'm done dragging you bitches to filth... I'm going to finish watching RuPaul's Drag Race 😍 and y/n you better ask V TONIGHT about this selfie business 🤨

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:24pm): that explains the rudeness lmao

Mara ㋛ (7:24pm): I wanna go to America so bad!!!! Why did you ever move out of that fabulous country when they have a person like RuPaul y/n????

You (7.24pm): money struggles, the terrible economy, TRUMP!

Mara ㋛ (7:24pm): you weren't there when Trump got elected now shh... Aquaria is about to walk down the runway 😍😍😍

Ky ☀︎︎ (7:24pm): LMAO okay guys I'll talk to you guys later!

You (7.24pm): Bye loves ✌️❤️

As you close the messenger app and dare yourself to check the time... it's only 7:25. You groan out in frustration. V said he would call you after 8 when he texted you after getting off FaceTime earlier, and you still have half an hour to go.

Before you start thinking up things to do until then, your mind wanders to the texts you just had with your besties.

Mara asked you to ask V about showing them the selfie. It's a reasonable question to ask him, truthfully. The thing is, you already felt like you asked for so much from him. He didn't have to use your number to get in contact with him again, but he did. He didn't have to show you what he looked like, even though you asked while intoxicated, but he did. You just feel like so much of a bother if you ask him this too.

But that doesn't stop you from wondering his answer...

Close to an hour passes, and your phone finally rings. You take your phone off of the sink since you put it down while washing your hands, and an instant smile spreads onto your face. You have a feeling every time you see V's name pop up now, it's going to give you this reaction.

The familiar open call sound rings, and you're greeted by a sweaty and handsome V.

"Well, hello there, beautiful!"

You giggle into the camera and cover your mouth with your sleeve.

"Hey V! Someone looks awfully sweaty right now."

You hope the dim light in your bathroom covers up that your face is becoming redder by the second. It's not like V is shirtless, but seeing how sweaty he is right now is making your mind go haywire.

Maybe Mara is right... you are sex deprived.

"Yeah, one of my roommates convinced me to work out with him after practice. Worst decision of my life!"

"Practice?"

Although your question was clear as day, at the exact same time you asked it, V jumps onto his bed, and your question gets muffled by his loud 'Uph!'

"What was that y/n?"

While V was asking you this question, so you can repeat your own question, he skimmed his fingers through his hair. V's lying on his bed, with his phone held up high above him. You can see now that he's only wearing a black tank-top, and see much more than what you previously saw on the last FaceTime call.

His collarbones are peaking out of his shirt, and they look perfectly sculpted. His neck is thick, but not to the point it would look terrible. If anything, it makes you want to bite and lick it to find out how his skin tastes. V has one of his arms under his head, and it gives you the perfect view of how big his muscles are. You want to know so badly what it would be like to run your hands up and down his arms. Bring his hand up to your neck...

"Y/n?"

"Who - what?"

V laughs at your apparent dreamy-like state. You cover your face again with your sleeve and move the camera, so it only shows half your face for a few seconds as your blush calms down.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry... did you ask something?"

V sits up from his spot on the bed, and you don't miss the smirk he has on his face while moving.

"I did... where are you right now? It looks kinda dark."

You glance at the one light in your bathroom. The lightbulb has been faulty for a while now. You've meant to replace it, but you keep forgetting every time you go shopping. Maybe you'll invite Mara and Ky to go shopping later in the week. That way, at least one of them, most likely Ky, will remind you to buy the bulb.

"Yeah, I'm in the bathroom, and it's dark in here because the lightbulb is close to dying. See."

You flip the camera around and point it at the blinking, dim light above your mirror. You don't even realize that by showing V your light, he can see you in the mirror too. Where you're only wearing an oversized gray shit that covers close to nothing of your legs and a pair of blue panties.

"Holy shit~."

You hear V breath into the microphone. You look back at your phone and realize then that you showed him you're practically half-dressed form. Instead of acting like a blubbering mess, you flip the camera around and fane total innocence.

"What's wrong?"

"Umm... n-nothing."

Now V is the one trying to hide his face, and you mentally pat yourself on the back for creating this reaction out of him. Hoping he's feeling the same gooey and dirty feelings you were feeling.

"Mhmm, sure, V. That's why you stuttered, right?"

You bat your eyelashes and lean against the wall, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck to him. V was definitely catching your drift on how this conversation was going to go. V glides his lip in between his teeth, and just like you, you can tell he's feeling a particular type of way about you right now.

"Um, y/n... I think I should tell you-"

Before V could continues, your phone goes off with a text from Mara. You swipe up on it and nod your nod head for V to continue. But just as he's about to open his mouth to restart again, Mara sends you repeated texts, then tries calling you.

You groan out of annoyance and slide down the wall in defeat. Mara has officially become a FaceTime cock block.

"Sorry, just give me one second. Mara is blowing up my phone."

He laughs, but you don't miss the annoyance flash in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it. Mara is the one that - you know - loves sex?"

You giggle at the way V remembers Mara from the few times you talked about your friends with him.

"Yup-" You pop the p. "I'll call you back after I see what she wants, okay?"

V nods his head, and you end the call. As soon as you do, you look at yourself in the mirror and smirk at yourself. You know what you were implying earlier. You know, when you call him back there's definitely going to be way more of that type of conversation. Flirting may not be your specialty, but hearing V flirt with you out loud is your goal for the night.

You walk into your room and sit on the bed. Preparing yourself for whatever Mara just needed to talk to you about.

The second Mara answers the call, you hear one of her favorite songs blast into the phone. You move your phone away from your ear to prevent yourself from having busted eardrums.

"Cause of my Euphoria~."

You hear the song play, and it just makes you so annoyed that Mara called you just to make you listen to this song. Personally, it's one of your favorite songs by BTS too, you even have it on your playlist, but you don't get why it was so essential to blast it in your ears right now.

You scream Mara's name into the phone and hear the song pause.

"I want to marry him!" You hear Mara cry into the phone.

You blink a couple times and then realize she's talking about her bias, or whatever the fuck it's called, when you like one member more than the others.

"Mara, was it really that important for you to call me and potentially make me go deaf, to blast this song? I was just on FaceTime with V."

"What, you were face timing V? I thought he was going to call you later? Why did you answer my phone call, dummy?"

You bite your tongue, so you don't potentially yell at one of your best friends for being so naive.

"Because you were texting me repeatedly and then decided to call me! What was I supposed to do? Let you call and text me until 2 am?"

"You know you got a point there... I'll go annoy Ky or something."

Before you could tell her that's a foolish idea, Mara hangs up the phone. You roll your eyes and sigh as the screen greets your with your wallpaper.

You really need new friends.

You call back V right away, and he answers within seconds. He has his famous boxy smile on, and his head is tilted to the side. You smile at him before being so damn beautiful, and he doesn't even know it.

"Sorry about that, my friend was just being annoying. As always."

"Is everything okay? What did she need?"

"Oh no nothing-" You roll your eyes. "- Just obsessing over this band, so she decided to blast a song of theirs in my ears."

You giggle, and V chuckles at how insane one of your friends sounds. You love Mara with every ounce of your being, but sometimes you really want to punch her in the face.

After a few silent seconds, V asks you a question that ends up changing the playful mood of your FaceTime call entirely.

"So... what band was it?"

"Do you know BTS?"

CH 6

Ending Notes: Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! This book is finally coming together! My toes are literally curled from writing this last scene! I have so many things, and ideas, on how this conversation is going to go down. Let’s just say, they all end with the reader being the same clueless person she’s been the entire time, and a trying not to laugh Taehyung LMAO! I can’t wait to write it and post it already! Please like and comment as much as you want. I really enjoy reading people’s comments, and they make me inspired to continue writing. I hope you're all enjoying this book so far, and aren’t to frustrated how slow this is going. It’s called a slow burn for a reason, after all. 😶 Also, that light bulb situation… VERY IMPORTANT for later. It’s not just a random thing I added in, just remember that.

One last thing, if you haven’t already watching the show I mentioned from earlier. Alice in Borderland. It’s a REALLY good show and I've even down some fan fictions on it. Here’s my MASTER LIST.

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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"We hate people, remember?”

yoongi x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.6K

note: this piece was written by mads, @secretmomentts. As much as I would love to take credit for it because it’s amazing, it came from mads’ old bts blog and she gave me permission to post it. We both hope you enjoy! xo

CHEEK pressed into the cotton pillowcase, you slowly peel your eyes open, squinting at the white light peering through the window.

You smack your lips and blink wider as your gaze starts to clear, body still heavy and warm.

The sound of traffic and the awakened world disturbs the peace of the room, you see the dust caught in the morning sun and feel cold air hitting your skin as you adjust your blankets and position.

Turning onto your side, you are faced with a ruffle of dark locks matted at the crown, a curved spine and the slight rise and fall of a top shoulder, moving with the soft intake of breath.

Back to you, Yoongi sleeps, humming as he exhales.

You move closer, bringing one hand under your chin, the other towards him; fingertips slowly drifting along his sleeping figure, up along the soft skin of his arm to his neck, next running your knuckle softly along his cheekbone, tucking strands of wayward hair behind his ears.

It was after this quiet moment that you flick your eyes to the small alarm clock resting upon his side table, ticking softly next to a dog-eared novel and stained coffee mug, and eventually, struggling without your glasses, make out the small hands reading a time of mid-morning.

Sighing, you remove your touch and push yourself into a cross-legged position, stretching your neck from side to side, rubbing your eyes and trying to wake your body while also simultaneously fighting the urge to collapse back amongst the sheets.

It wasn’t until you felt the lazy grasping of a hand to your left did you notice Yoongi had begun to stir.

Mumbling something into his pillow he was reaching behind himself, his fingers trying to find yours and desperately drag them back to the nape of his neck.

“Hmm?” you hum in question and in confusion as he continues to grumble. “What was that?” you giggle, amused at his growing frustration, “you’re going to have to speak up baby, I can’t hear you.”

Rolling over with a huff, he faces you with a frown, his lips set already in a pout and eyes half closed with sleep; his white shirt wrinkled, hair flatten to the side.

“I said” he grumbles, continuing to furrow his brows as you chuckle in response, “don’t stop.”

You smile, bringing your hand to cup his cheek, stroking softly.

“Good morning to you too, gramps,” you say in a tease, nose wrinkling in humour, “or, should I say grumble-bum?”

Rolling his eyes, he brings his fingers to link with yours, holding your hand still against his face.

“Why are you awake?” he whines with a pained expression, “it’s so early!”

The corners of your mouth prick once more, eyes warm.

“Yoon, it’s almost lunch ti-” you begin, but are cut off by loud groan, Yoongi rolling his face back into the pillow before you can finish.

You persist nevertheless.

“We have things to do,” you say with a smirk, fingers tangling in his hair once more, ruffling it in affection, “people to see.”

“Things like what?” he huffs, half muffled, “and we hate people, remember?”

When all you do is laugh at his words, he lifts his sleepy head and turns to you, lying on his stomach and giving you an exasperated expression.

It really was a sight.

“What have you done with my girlfriend?” he says, eyes narrowing, “are you an imposter?”

You scoff, but he continues, bringing his forearms underneath himself and tilting his head, pursing his lips, analysing you in the most obnoxious fashion he could.

“My baby would never pass up the chance to sleep…or are you so sleep deprived from your early wake-up, that you’ve gone mad?”

Rolling your eyes, your hand comes underneath his chin and you lean down to him, nose brushing against his, placing a soft kiss to his mouth before pulling away.

“Do you know how ridiculously over-dramatic you are?” you smirk, “about everything?”

He collapses once more, face first, before rolling over onto his back; wrapping his fingers around your wrist, he attempts to pull you closer.

“I’m not over-dramatic,” he mumbles, brows furrowing in feigned sincerity, “I just know my heart will give out, and I’ll die if you don’t come back to bed right this second.”

Giggling, you give into his tug, crawling onto his torso and bring your face back to his once more, the grip of his hands coming to your hips lazily.

“You are ridiculous,” you whisper, before pecking him on the nose.

“Mmmhmm, whatever,” he hums, before moving one of his hands to your neck, thumb under your chin, “just come here.”

You exhale deeply as he draws you in close, making your weight shift forward onto your forearms resting either side of his head.

His thumbs slipping under the cotton band of your sweats and you feel his lips against yours, a daze comes over you, the warmth of Yoongi and the mattress seeming more inviting with every kiss and circle of his fingers against your skin.

Catching your cotton tee as he slides his fingertips up your back, the cold air breathes against your skin and his palms spread over your shoulder blades, pressing you into him, desperately trying to negate any distance between you both.

Covered in a encompassing pink flush, you pull away from him to catch your breath, but he chases your lips; tangling your hands in his bed-hair, you both gradually sit upright, Yoongi pressing kisses along your collarbone, his hands still making you arch into him.

Linking your arms around his neck and pressing gentle pecks to his mouth, you begin to slow, the faint noise of traffic below coming back into the room, the heaviness of your breath starting to even.

With fingertips dancing up and along your back and a slight smirk on his face, Yoongi holds your gaze and you shiver, the soft tick of the clock on the bedside sounding in your ears.

“Mmmm, still want to go out-and-about?,” Yoongi hums, removing a hand from your back to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and leaning his weight back against the headboard, “I can’t believe you would even suggest such a thing.”

Before you can answer, his fingers curl around your neck and draw your body into his once more, lips pressing lazy kisses along your jaw and down to your collarbone.

“Why go out and talk to people, and do stuff…” he says, voice muffled, “…when you could stay in this warm bed, with me?”

Lifting his eyes to you, you see that he is surprised at the teasing smirk spread across your face.

He didn’t expect you to give in that easily, did he?

Hmm, very confident this morning.

“Is that suppose to make me want to say?” you question, raising a brow, “you seem to think pretty highly of yourself Min.”

Within seconds he had flipped you onto your back, strategically placing himself over you, attacking your face and body with kisses as you giggle.

“God, you’re such a brat,” he murmurs, bringing his mouth back to yours, deepening the kiss.

“You love it,” you gasp as he bites your bottom lip, and as if to answer you, he moves a hand to your hip, fingers slipping under the band of your sweats once more.

Just slightly, and this time, with intent.

In an automatic, and learned response, goosebumps appear over your skin and a slight whine escapes your lips.

With a tight grip in his hair you try to keep him close, but he pulls his mouth away from yours with a laugh.

“Now sweetheart, I’m going to ask again,” he murmurs, his thumb beginning to make slow circles, “do you really want to get up?”

You roll your eyes, and trying to avoid his question you attempt to pull him back to you, to much unsuccess; his gaze still intently glued to yours, lips agonisingly close, and his face smug and waiting for an answer.

God he was annoying, why does he always win?

“Why would I have changed my mind?” you say in an unconvincing tone, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his hand as much as you can and keep your voice steady.

Eyes scanning you for a quick second and observing your expression, he smirks.

You both knew who had the upper-hand.

“Ah, you’re probably right, we should get up,” he sighs, “you know, do all those important things, see all those people.”

He begins to pull his hand away, and before you could stop yourself, you grab his wrist to keep it in place.

Shit.

Eyes widening in feigned shock, “what?” Yoongi asks, a mocking smile coming to his lips, “You don’t want to go out now? What about all the stuff we have to do?”

You press your lips together in a tight line, and in a final and failing attempt to remain unbothered, you shrug.

“No, no, I for sure want to get up,” you say, eyes focusing on everything but Yoongi, you could feel the redness in your cheeks giving you away.

Mmm, you were never good at poker.

“I’m just trying to give you more time to convince me to get up, as you definitely haven’t at this current moment,” you added.

“It looks like a nice day out there actually,” you continue, turning your head now to look out the window, “I think my phone said it was going to be around twenty-four degrees, you know, tee-shirt and jeans weath-”

You’re cut off immediately, and you smile into the kiss as Yoongi smothers your words with a groan of frustration, and as you like to remind him in the hours that follow, with a mix of endearment.

Wrapped in sheets, sunlight and each other, you snooze every alarm.

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justasparkwritings · 4 years ago

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Peace: Clowns to the West

Previous: Would It Be Enough?

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst / Slice of Life

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse/manipulation, Mentions of rehab, Scandals, Mention of fighting

Summary: Across the globe, Big Hit grapples with Jungkook’s outburst.

Listening: peace by Taylor Swift

This is officially the last chapter of peace. Mirrorball follows. Illicit Affairs precedes.

Peace Master List

“We can’t make them break up,” Mr. Cho, a Big Hit lawyer, told Bang and Sejin.

“Why not?” Bang asked.

“Both sides signed an agreement.” Ms. Lee, a second lawyer, reminded them.

“It’s in his contract, they have to remain secret,” Bang responded.

“They’ve been together almost three years and they’ve never had a slip up,” Mr. Yang said.

“This isn’t a slip up! This is a total disregard for decorum! For rules! For boundaries!” Bang yelled, voice echoing against the walls of the conference room.

“Do we know why Jungkook punched him?” Sejin inquired.

“Not yet,” Mr. Cho answered, eyes moving to Ms. Lee and Mr. Yang, conferring in silent glances.

“His hand is okay though,” Ms. Lee responded. “We got confirmation.”

“Good, who is posting it?” Mr. Yang asked.

“A few tweets have surfaced, no one on Weverse has said anything, and it doesn’t seem to be sold to anyone, yet,” Ms. Cho informed them. Her spectacled eyes stayed glued on her screen as she fielded emails, tweets and Weverse posts, mining for a hint that anyone knew what transpired.

“Do we have the name?” Bang wanted to know.

“We’re working on it, the lawyers in LA are fighting the clock to get the footage and receipts from the restaurant so we can narrow it down, we’ve got a team working on tracing him,” Mr. Cho said.

Mr. Cho, Ms. Lee and Mr. Yang had worked for Big Hit for all of three years. They had joined when Namjoon had led the insurrection, when BTS had demanded new contracts and lawyers that worked for the good of everyone, not only the executives of Big Hit. They worked closely with the band, fought for them, protected their rights and stood by them when Bang and Co were unreasonable. They had combed through the agency, ridding it of lawyers whose integrity was compromised, whose morals allowed them to turn a blind eye when discussions of what had happened to Jungkook occurred. They were poison, and Cho, Lee and Yang were resolute in their decisions to rid the company of them.

“The LA lawyers are arguing it was a hate crime, the man attacked first and Jungkook defended himself and y/n,” Mr. Yang said.

“No one knows about his fight with Namjoon, do they?” Sejin inquired.

“It’s been three years, sir, if someone knows, they would’ve sold it by now,” Ms. Lee told him.

“This cannot get out.” Bang reiterated.

“What if it does?” Sejin questioned.

“Jungkook pays for having it scrubbed from the web,” Bang responded quickly.

“What will ARMY say?” Sejin pushed. The ever-present fear, the thorn in their side, what would ARMY do?

“They’ll be livid,” Bang responded, looking at Sejin.

“Angry at the person who assaulted Jungkook, or Jungkook for having a secret relationship?” Sejin asked.

“Both, they want Jungkook for themselves. Not only is he in a committed relationship, which he has lied about for nearly three years, but he met her when he was sent to rehab, and he’s punching men over her,” Bang ticked off each reason on his chubby fingers, not pausing when Sejin wanted to interrupt. “They’ll find the man and harass him until the day he dies.”

“Are they closer to getting married?” Ms. Lee interrupted.

“We should ask,” Sejin said.

“We asked when Jungkook came to us the first time,” Bang reminded him.

“He didn’t have an answer,” Sejin shrugged.

“He specifically asked that he be given the chance to see where it could go,” Mr. Cho had pulled up the initial agreement, signed years ago, never amended.

“They’d already been dating for six months at that point,” Mr. Yang said.

“He was too good at hiding it,” Bang whispered, eyes drifting from Sejin to the pictures that lined the office, images from concerts, award shows, when they received their medals and spoke at the UN. Images of their accomplishments, of their status, of their power.

“Namjoon told him he had to tell us,” Sejin spoke softly, pulling Bang from his reverie.

“They gave us answers to our questions,” Bang responded, voice still soft.

”I’ve never met a woman so angry before,” Mr. Cho said laughing.

“She was rightfully angry with us,” Sejin stated.

Bang’s eyes grew wide, creases in his forehead appearing as his glare bored into Sejin, “She nearly tore them apart.”

“We nearly tore them apart” Sejin corrected.

“We?” Bang’s voice had gone from a docile whisper to a yell, a change in decibels that surprised Sejin.

“We asked Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon to ask those questions. We gave them the list, we told them when they had to do it. We manipulated Jungkook for years. We have nearly torn them apart so many times, it’s a miracle they are standing.” Sejin was fuming, the total disregard for their behavior sickened him. He hated the way Bang ignored their actions, hoping no one would notice if they were quiet about it. They signed the bands new contracts, they agreed to allow Jungkook to date and ease up on their restrictions. They made plans to be better and now, with Jungkook hurting, they were discussing the possibility of hurting him again.

“And out of the ashes, Jungkook’s relationship,” Mr. Yang replied.

“Out of the ashes, Jungkook rises, again and again,” Sejin corrected.

“They came back with nothing,” Bang repeated.

“Disdain and anger,” Again Sejin corrected Bang’s revisionist memory. “They felt that before they spoke with her.”

“They’ve done a good job keeping their relationship quiet. Can’t we extend them a little grace?” Ms. Lee said, bringing the men back to the conversation at hand.

“No, they signed a contract,” Bang snapped.

“It was self-defense,” Mr. Yang reminded him.

“No one will care,” Bang said.

“They’ll want her name, how long they’ve been together, how they got together,” Mr. Cho listed the questions they too had asked.

“We tell them that Jungkook met her on contract mandated anger management and rehab? That we sent him to an outpatient treatment on the ruse of working on music and choreography in LA, when he was really in therapy because of the decade of abuse he endured at our hands?” Sejin countered Mr. Cho, angered that they continued to gloss over these inalienable truths.

“Don’t forget that Namjoon went out there too,” Mr. Yang added.

“Yoongi and Seokjin as well,” Ms. Lee aforementioned.

“They met at a restaurant by chance, that part is true,” Mr. Cho took a sip of his water, tired from the hours long meeting.

“While he was in rehab,” Mr. Yang amended.

“That we drove him to,” Sejin interjected. Unlike Bang, he kept his fury under the surface, simmering, bursts of steam the only sign that he was angered.

“Or that our agreement stated if he attended treatment, he could date,” Mr. Cho shrugged, tossing back a few aspirin with his water.

“Him and Namjoon, two relationships,” Bang muttered.

“Both Americans,” Sejin added.

“It’s less of a headache, less to hide,” Bang stated.

“How long until the rest come knocking?” Sejin asked.

“We’ll have to deal with their, sexualities,” Mr. Yang reminded them.

“They can’t be gay and a pop star,” Bang scoffed.

“They can in almost every other country in the world,” Ms. Lee told them. She had been a lawyer in Korea for years, and never had she been so conflicted about the integrity of her career as she was working for Big Hit.

“They can’t leave us, do we have enough to stand upon?” Bang’s mind was moving to the worst-case scenario, Jungkook breaking his contract, the other six following. They were a unit, they were a team, they couldn’t stand without each other. They didn’t have to, and they never wanted to.

“Financially? Yes, for a while,” Mr. Yang answered.

“But what will our name mean?” Sejin pondered aloud, “Our legacy if the seven of them decide either after their next negotiations, after service, or before, that they don’t want to be represented by an organization that denies them love, relationships, a family?”

“We follow the same policies as every other agency,” Bang said.

“Yes, but do they have as much power and clout as we do?” Sejin questioned. “Who will we be if we don’t let them date who they want, love who they want, marry who they want?”

“Page Six,” Ms. Lee called.

“Who?” Bang asked, temper rising.

“Page Six and TMZ, they’ve got it,” Ms. Lee clarified.

“Get it down!” Bang roared.

“What if they won’t?” Mr. Yang asked.

Bang took a deep breath, regaining his composure before he spoke, “No amount of money is too much.”

“How much is Jungkook willing to pay?” Mr. Cho inquired.

“Call and -

“Don’t call, get it down and we can negotiate with him later,” Bang instructed.

“They’ve got video,” Ms. Lee told them.

“Video!” Bang and Sejin yelled.

“Let me see it, now!” Bang roared.

The video was tossed on the screen, and in grainy footage, they could see the man approach you. They could see him grab you, Jungkook telling him to back off. In fuzzy audio they heard bits and pieces of the various slurs and they watched as you and Jungkook froze before his fist collided. The video was coupled with dozens of bad photos, none miraculously, capturing his tattoos. In the rush to leave the bar, there was a single instant, a moment, where the undercut can be seen, the earrings flash, a slight blur of ink, and a side profile that looks almost, almost, like Jungkook flashes across the screen.

The team sat, clicking through the photos, watching the video over and over. For what it’s worth, and it’s worth a lot, you never yell his name. You never identified the man you’re with, and other than a blur of skin, your face couldn’t be made out. The only thing that was obvious was the man spewing hate. His volume louder than anyone else’s.

It’s in the moments of watching the video over and over, looping the audio, sending it to engineers to enhance, that more photos began popping up, better quality, videos with clear shots of Jungkook’s face.

Bang and Sejin are on the phone with lawyers and conglomerates, trying to pay by the hundred thousand, reaching out to their already made contacts in hopes of stopping this.

They could barely admit it, but they were scared.

Scared of ARMY’s reaction.

Scared of what this means for Namjoon and the others.

Scared for the safety of you and Jungkook.

Scared their stocks will tank.

Scared that BTS will walk.

Scared that their lies and manipulation will come to light.

Scared that hate speech and racial slurs will spill out from the dark corners they’ve been hiding.

Scared of the power they created.

Scared of the dynamic they were breathing in.

But more than that, they’re scared that they have, again, in an attempt to control him, given Jungkook too much.

It never matters what Big Hit has taken from him. Only what he’s given, and the promise of more in the future. A scandal of this size, a hidden lover, unsure if Jungkook would do anything to stop it, was enough for them to pay extra to have teams monitor for the next several hours, weeks, even months to ensure it doesn’t get out. It’s enough for them to put Jungkook on stricter orders, to attempt to amend his contract, to attempt to cage him in. They’ve got him on his tiptoes, spinning, shining for them with the threat of shattering looming above them all.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction | GreySexual [M?] [Request]

A/N: Graysexual — sometimes spelled greysexual — is used to refer to people who experience limited sexual attraction. In other words, they experience sexual attraction very rarely, or with very low intensity ((That being said I hope this is okay for you sweetie))

Seokjin:

You were making out with Jin on the sofa - something you did a lot since you were dating and had been for the last four months - you were making out with him when you decided it was probably best to tell him about yourself and why you hadn't had sex together yet. Jin wasn't the type that would push you for information and knew you would go to him whenever you were comfortable about sex.

"Jin." You whispered pulling away from him and laying your hand on his chest, he looked up at you biting down on his lip and pushing hair out of your face.

"There's something I want to tell you." He nodded urging you to continue, you knew you could tell him everything and anything without being judged and it wasn't the fear of being judged that was getting to you right now. It was telling him about you that was scaring you,

"I'm greysexual..." It fell silent in the living room and all that could be heard was the ticking off the clock on the wall, you gulped as he stared at you.

"I'll leave-"

"No, no I'm just trying to figure out what that means." You giggled at the confused expression on his face. Not everyone knew what that meant so it was understandable for him to be confused so you went on to explain what it meant to you and how you were feeling about him right now.

"Don't feel like you ever, ever, have to do something just because of me okay?" You nodded and he smiled kissing you once again and you smirked against his lips biting down on his bottom one and grinding down against his lap to create a little friction between you both. You never really experienced feelings like these before but you enjoyed them a lot and from what you could feel underneath you Jin was enjoying it too.

Yoongi:

Yoongi and you had talked before about your sexuality and he understood everything once he went away and did a bunch of research on greysexuality he wanted to make sure he could make you comfortable around him and not do anything you wouldn't like.

"Baby?" He asked when he noticed you standing in the doorway to his studio, you hardly ever came to visit him since he was always hard at work but today there was just something in the back of your head making you need him. It was on rare occasions that it would happen so he was shocked when you came into the studio and sat down on his lap,

"I erm...I need to ask you something." He saved his work and you walked over to the sofa together and you began explaining what you had seen that was making you crave him that day.

"You want me to suck on your nipples?" You bit down on your lip as you heard him repeat back the question you had asked him and he smiled tilting your chin up so he could kiss you lovingly.

"I'll do anything for you you know that." He whispered lifting off the shirt you were wearing - it was one of his like it always was - from your head and chuckling as you tried to hide from him he moved your arms and kissed down your neck towards your breasts where he looked up at you to make sure you were sure about what you wanted him to do and when you nodded at him he took one of your nipples into his mouth sucking and swirling his tongue around the already hardened nipple while using his hand to play with the other one between his fingers smirking as you let out sinful whines that filled his ears like music. He looked up at you to see you already enjoying yourself when he'd only just started, he soothed over your sensitive nipple before moving onto the next one.

Hoseok:

You and Hoseok had already spoken about your sexuality before and he saw no problem with it, he loved you for you and he didn't care about having sex all of the time since he could just spend all day with you anyway.

"Hobi..." You whispered as you pulled away from his lips, you'd been in a heated make-out session on the sofa in the empty dorms - the boys were all out for the night some of them at the studios and some of them with their own partners - and you were feeling something you rarely experienced, it wasn't something you'd never experienced before but it was new to your relationship with Hoseok.

"What is it Jagi?" He asked reaching up and tucking hair out of your face so he could look into your eyes, he cupped your cheeks and you felt your face heat up at the small gesture he chuckled feeling the heat on your cheeks and you bit down on your lip wondering how to approach the subject.

"C-Can I erm...Can I grind on you?" You questioned looking at him, you didn't want him to think it was going to go any further than that since that was all you wanted to do. It was just something you were craving at the moment and he nodded at you telling you that you could do whatever you wanted and that you didn't need to ask his permission for anything. It started slowly and you were just grinding your hips up and down when you felt him grow beneath you, he was letting out unholy groans which only made you grind a little faster and harder, you loved to hear the way he sounded and you wanted to hear more of it, you kissed down his neck as you continued to grind against his clothed hard on and he held onto your hips controlling the way he wanted you to rock back and forth on him.

Namjoon:

Namjoon knew you were asexual since you had spoken about it before in the past but you had shocked him tonight when he came home from going to an award show and you began making out with him roughly and pulling at the tie he was wearing,

"What's gotten into you tonight?" He chuckled as you pulled him over to the sofa and sat him down.

"I need you." You whined and his eyes went wide pulling away from your kisses and watched as you pulled off the shirt you were wearing.

"Jagiya-" He was cut off as you began sucking on his neck, his hands went to your waist and he pushed you away gently trying to make sure you were okay with this.

"J-Joonie please," You begged and he bit down on his lips not knowing if he should take this further, you might regret it later but then you came out and told him about how you were greysexual and not asexual and he began to understand.

"S-So can we?" He nodded just as eager to please you as you were to please him and you began grinding down against his hips letting out little whines of pleasure as you finally felt some friction that you had been dying for all night, since the moment he walked out of the apartment in the suit he was wearing.

Jimin:

It was just as a surprise to Jimin as it was to you when you started to grind on him at the club. You were swinging your hips side to side when you felt him grow behind you, it was nothing new he got a boner all the time whenever you would make out but there was just something about that night that made you crave his hands on your body. You began rocking your hips back a little harder so you could feel him and you whined out, you'd talked about your greysexuality a lot with him because he wanted to understand what did and didn't make you uncomfortable. He never wanted to do anything to upset you in any way so when you told him you would go to him when you were in the mood and he understood that.

"Are you-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because you turned around and kissed him roughly in the middle of the packed out club.

"Take me home." You whispered in his ear and he wasted no time rushing out of the club to find a taxi cab home, you were sitting on his lap the whole time ignore the look you were getting from the cab driver as you ground your hips down onto Jimin loving the feeling of having him close to you and experiencing the feelings that you'd never really experienced before.

"Shit baby, you need to get off." He grunted as you continued to grind against him but you didn't want to, just the feeling of grinding on him felt amazing to you and you were dying for more of him for the night. Jimin was going to do the best he could to make the night special for you as well since it was only on rare occasions that this would happen.

Taehyung:

You'd spent the last week reading up on everything you could on how to please Taehyung when you found something that not only would please Taehyung but it made you excited to try it as well. Tae knew about your greysexuality and understood everything which is why he never tried to push you into anything and would only do something when you insisted upon it, he never wanted to do anything that would make you upset. Taehyung chuckled as you laid down in front of him watching a movie when he felt you rock your hips backwards to meet his crotch,

"What is it baby?" He questioned but you'd already begun rubbing him through the sweatpants he was wearing and he began groaning as you did so, he was about to question what you wanted him to do when you pushed down his sweatpants and looked over your shoulder at him.

"Tae I-I was reading up on this thing and I erm...I want to try it." He nodded at you willing to do anything you wanted and he watched as you shimmed out of your sweatpants and rubbed his tip along your already soaked entrance.

"Shit. Baby...You're sure?" You sank backwards and let out a long whine as he finally entered you from behind,

"D-Don't move." You whimpered as he went to shift his hips, his hands rested on your waist as you let out a sigh of satisfaction having him so close to you and so intimately.

"Cockwarming huh?" He smirked laying his head down on the pillow behind him as you continued laying there together and watching the movie, just enjoying being close together like that.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was very understanding when you had told him about your sexuality and he was always really cautious around you because he never wanted to do anything that could upset you or offend you in any way.

"Kookie?" You questioned one night when you walked into the bedroom after getting ready for bed, he looked up from his phone to see you standing in one of his shirts and nothing else - it wasn't anything odd you did it a lot for bed - but you were biting on you lip and you looked nervous.

"What's wrong?" He locked his phone and watched as you walked over to the bed and sat down beside him, you were playing with the sleeves of his shirt when you finally said it so quickly he didn't understand what you'd said.

"What? Slowly this time." He chuckled and you took in a deep breath before telling him what you had already told him again,

"I want you to erm..suck and play with my boobs while I grind on you." He stared at you and nodded slowly pulling you so you would sit on his lap on the bed.

"You sure baby?" You nodded and he pulled the shirt away from your body to reveal your chest to him and you felt him grow under you,

"You're so beautiful." He whispered kissing you while his hands kneaded your breasts, you let out little whimpers whenever he would pull a little harder on them but it wasn't painful it was pleasurable and it made you only want him more so you began to grind down against his lap. His hands continued to knead you while one of his hands played with your hard nipples.

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k-llama-llama · 4 years ago

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Heartbeat P.3

BTS AU: 7th member

Sumi x BTS

A BTS AU based around their ‘Heartbeat’ MV

A/N: Check out the first two parts in the Sumi masterlist (link in bio)

Requests are CLOSED! But your feedback is still very important.

Masterlist and other Follow Me links in bio!

"A milkshake?" Jimin seemed confused.

"Yeah." She smiled, double checking the contents of the box. "I've got five other guys in there, all drinking milkshakes. I figured I should at least offer you one."

"I...I should probably get back to the bakery."

Sumi shrugged. "Alright, then."

"Yah! Those are my fries!"

"You didn't pay for them, and I'm hungry."

"Boys!" Sumi shouted, before turning back to Jimin. He looked confused, to say the least.

"You sure you don't want to join them?" She asked. "I think I can manage to get you some fries, too."

He glanced at the clock ticking away on the wall of the kitchen, and then sighed. "I don't really want to go back there anyways."

Sumi smiled. "Follow me then." She started to lead him through the kitchen. "You said you're from the Busan branch? Why are you making deliveries in Seoul?"

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Because they want to model our branch more after the Seoul one. Make it more modern and everything, so they've started sending employees up here for a few weeks at a time so we can get trained."

"And what do you think?" She asked, holding open the door to the dining area. "Does Seoul live up to your expectations?"

"Sure. It's awesome." He hesitated at seeing the other guys, two of whom were bleeding. "Is this some sort of gang thing?"

"Milkshake gang." Hoseok held up his cup in greeting.

"I thought you were closed, why do you keep bringing people in here?" Yoongi asked.

"Because I'm lonely." She said with an exaggerated pout. "What kind of milkshake do you want, Jimin?"

"Ah...Chocolate?"

"Sure thing." She turned to skip away. "Jungkook?"

"Yeah?" He said, still pinching his nose.

"Has it stopped bleeding?"

He pulled back the tissue, and then nodded. "I think so."

She beamed. "Then I'll make you a milkshake too."

She returned with the two shakes, setting them in front of the boys, and then got a basket of fries for Jimin, and topped off Taehyung's.

"Thank you." He said quietly.

"Where are you staying?" She asked him, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning against the booth. "You know, if you just got into town."

"Ah, I have a reservation. At...this hotel." He held out a crumpled piece of paper.

Sumi raised an eyebrow. "Fancy place. Do you know how to get there?"

He shook his head.

"Well, it's right on my way home. If you boys make friends, I'll change and then I can actually close the shop."

"I'm almost done." Taehyung promised.

Sumi scurried into the back and took off her dress, donning a pair of skinny jeans and a striped turtleneck. Once satisfied, she locked the back door and turned off the lights, before returning to the diner.

All of the boys were chatting, with Jungkook stealing fries from Taehyung and Jimin and dipping them in his milkshake. Namjoon seemed to be mediating a discussion between Hoseok and Yoongi, who at least looked past the point of hitting someone.

"Everyone done?"

Jimin snatched the last fry away. "Yup."

"Dishes." She grabbed a tray, and everyone piled the dishes on. She set them in the sink, giving them a quick rinse and deciding to actually wash them tomorrow.

Namjoon held open the door, and she gave him a smile as she set the alarm and turned off the lights, before they all stepped out onto the street.

"You work again tomorrow?" Yoongi asked, trying to seem disinterested.

"Every single day, except for Tuesdays." She responded with a smile. "Why? Will you miss me?"

He snorted. "Not a chance." At her prodding look, he added. "But the milkshakes were pretty good."

"I'll see you around!" She said with a wave, as he turned to walk off.

"I should get going too." Hoseok said sheepishly. "I have an actual job to get to."

"Good luck!" Sumi said cheerfully. "You're welcome back anytime."

"I'm sure I'll be back." He said with a bright smile, before he disappeared around the corner as well.

She heard someone clear his throat, and turned around. "Your break almost over, Detective?"

"Just about." He sighed. "I have a feeling I'll be working on the case in this area for a while. If I stop in, you think I can get another one of those milkshakes?"

Sumi beamed. "I don't know. If you try hard enough, you might just get yourself a muffin, too."

He smiled. "Thank you, for your hospitality. I'll see you another time."

"See you."

He turned to walk away, and Sumi turned back to the remaining boys, smiling at one in particular. "I can walk you to your hotel , Taehyung. It's on the way to my apartment."

"Really?" He tried not to sound too eager. "I don't want to inconvenience you."

"Not at all." She promised. "I guess you two will be leaving us, now?"

Jimin and Jungkook shook their heads almost in sync.

"The bakery is kind of in that direction too." Jimin answered.

Jungkook wiped at his nose with a tissue. "My academy is over there too."

Sumi smirked. "What a coincidence."

They started walking in amicable silence, Sumi not hiding the fact that she was happy to have some company. Usually her walks home were long, lonely, and boring. But with Taehyung periodically asking what a certain building was, and Jungkook jumping at the chance to play tour guide, she found the walk going much faster than normal.

"That's my stop." Jimin sighed, nodding towards the bakery on the opposite side of the street.

"Have fun at work." Sumi told him honestly. "And please, stop back in at the cafe before you go back to Busan."

"I will." He promised. "And I'll pay you back for the milkshake. Do you like eclaires?"

"I love them."

"You'll get a whole box, just to yourself." Jimin smiled cutely. "See you guys!"

"See ya!" They all shouted.

"And there's your hotel, Taehyung." Sumi pointed.

He pulled nervously at the bottom of his shirt.

"Can I go in with you?" She asked. "Just to the lobby. I don't think I've ever been inside of somewhere this fancy."

"Yes, please!" He grinned. "You can both come in."

Jungkook shook his head. "I'd rather not bleed on their floors. I'll see you guys later."

"Be good!" Sumi told him, with a playful nudge on the shoulder.

She followed Taehyung up the steps, entering what had to be the fanciest hotel in Seoul. She was instantly insecure about her outfit, but she decided not to let it show as she nudged Taehyung towards the reception desk. She waited in the middle of the lobby, marvelling at the chandelier hanging right above her head.

"YAH! I told you it had to be done by three. Why can you not do anything right?"

"I'm sorry sir." An employee was getting yelled at. "There was a guest-"

"Now there are no tablecloths for a banquet beginning in an hour. What are we-"

"Excuse me!" Sumi raised her hand, stepping forward before she lost her nerve.

Both of them completely changed. The employee bowing deeply, and the manager nodding his head politely.

"How can we help you, ma'am?" The manager asked, his tone of voice entirely different to what it had been moments ago.

"I'm really sorry, but I just wanted to say thank you to this employee here." She gestured to the man, who looked up in mild surprise.

"Thank you?" He mouthed, looking understandably confused considering he'd never seen her before.

"Yes!" She turned back to the manager. "It's a little embarrassing, but I had so many bags with me, I could barely lift them! This gentleman was kind enough to help me get all of my things to my room. But it took a few trips, because well...." She floundered to think of something a rich person would say. "I just got back from New York and the shopping over there is amazing! I wanted to say thank you for your help, and I'm sorry for taking so much of your time!"

"It's quite alright miss." The manager answered for him. "Our employees always strive to help our guests."

She nodded politely, and the manager strode off, seemingly finished with his yelling match.

"Were you always that good of an actress?" The employee asked, standing back up to his full height.

Sumi shook her head. "You haven't seen anything yet. But jeez, what a piece of work. I'm Sumi, by the way."

"Seokjin." He smiled. "Thanks for that. He could've gone on for a while, but now he'll probably forget about it by tomorrow."

"Well, I wish you good luck." She smiled, intending to go back to Taehyung.

"Are you staying here?" Seokjin asked curiously.

She shook her head. "Just dropping a friend off on my way back from work."

"Not from New York?" He winked.

She frowned. "Don't make fun of me. I just saved your butt."

"You did. I'd like to pay you back, if that's okay? Can I...I don't know, buy you a coffee or something?"

"Let me ask you a very important question mister..." She glanced at his nametag. "Kim Seokjin. Do you like milkshakes?"

"Milkshakes? Of course, who doesn't like milkshakes?" He seemed confused.

"Perfect. You know the diner off the town center?" At his nod, she continued. "Meet me there on your next day off."

"Are you so in love with me you're just going to wait forever until I show up?" He asked playfully.

She threw back her head and laughed. "As if. I'm always there, and I could use some company."

He shrugged. "See you there, then."

"Oh, and one more thing." She leaned closer. "See the boy at the reception desk?"

"The one who looks like he might cry? Yeah."

"Keep an eye out for him, will you? He's a little out of his element."

"You got it." He smiled at her. "I should get back to work. But thanks for the help."

"Anytime. See you someday."

"See you."

She hurried back to Taehyung, who had just received the key to his room.

"All set?" She asked.

He nodded. "I think I'm okay now."

"Awesome." Sumi rested a hand on his arm. "Don't be a stranger, okay? If you need anything, you know where to find me."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked, tilting his head.

Sumi shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I just like being nice."

"I guess so. Thank you for your help today."

"No problem. You'll come visit me at the diner, right?"

"I promise." He nodded.

Sumi wrapped him in a hug, despite barely knowing him. "Take care. Until next time, okay?"

"Until next time." He agreed, waving at her as he headed for the elevators.

Sumi sighed and made her way out of the hotel, pausing when she saw a familiar figure sitting on the steps outside.

"Jungkook!" She exclaimed. "I thought you had academy?"

"I do." He pointed to the sky, which was getting dark. "But I wanted to walk you home." He said the last part nervously, as if afraid she would tell him to get lost.

Her heart melted instantly. "Well, if you insist. I'll walk fast. I really don't want you to be late."

"Okay." He laughed, hurrying alongside her.

"You'll come back and visit me at the diner, too, right?" She asked hopefully. "You guys are the best customers I've had in a while."

"I will." He promised. "But I'll bring nicer friends."

She laughed. "Sounds good. This is my stop."

"Oh, wow. It was really just around the corner." He looked embarrassed.

"It was getting dark. And you're like a taekwondo champion or something, so it's a good thing I had you there to protect me."

"I'm not champion." He protested.

"You should go." She said. "Study hard, okay?"

"Okay, Noona. I'll see you soon?"

"See you soon." She smiled as he broke into a run and hurried away.

As she stepped into the lobby of her apartment building, Sumi felt a strange pang in her chest. Like something was missing.

But what on earth could be missing?

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