#the mystery just comes from whom from the pool am I gonna draw that day

[impossible-rat-babies]

I also realize I haven’t done any OC-tober prep lol

[iamyoursinblog]

Not a DJ!

Pairing: BamBam x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count:  10,2 k

Warning: K-drama style

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You were sitting in your office sorting through some documents. You banged your fists on the table "And why should I waste Saturday night on these shit!" you growled. You looked at the phone with a lot of unread messages from a guy with whom you had a bad blind date. This is your fate as a good girl - blind dates and mountains of documents on Saturday night.

Your phone rang and you rolled your eyes. Apparently your 'boyfriend' moved from messages to calls. You looked at the screen and was surprised to see your friend's name.

"Wow, did someone finally remember me?" you said picking up the phone.

"Ha baby you are too vivid a memory of my life to forget you so easily."

“Yes, yes, yes ... I'll take your word for it! How are the beaches in Bali? "

“Oh, what else, a bunch of tanned sexy guys and unlimited alcohol. Boredom"

“Well, yes, not like I'm having fun. Meetings, contracts and a bunch of design drawings. Look do not die of envy "

“Haha. You yourself chose the fate of a good daughter with your own company. I told you to be a disappointment to your family is not so bad” you both laughed at your absurd conversation. "By the way, I'm calling for a reason."

“Oh, seriously. And I thought you just called to brag about how good you are on the beach in the company of tanned guys and cocktails. "

“Almost, I returned home in the morning. And throwing a party about it. In short, you have an hour to change your boring suit for the sexiest dress in your wardrobe and come to the address that I will send you. Otherwise, my little party will come to your office! "

"Okay okay. Let's assume that your threats worked. One hour"

You hung up and smiled. The party is just what you wanted right now. You quickly packed your things and headed home. An hour later, you drove up to a huge mansion with loud music. Small party - you even managed to forget how big her was throwing parties. For a second, you imagined if this little party came to your office. Perhaps after that, the building was cheaper to demolish and rebuild than to clean. You shook your head to drive away bad thoughts.

You went into a house filled with people. It seemed there was the whole city, perhaps not one. You went into a huge hall looking for your friend. Loud laughter caught your attention and you knew exactly who it belonged to. You headed towards a bunch of guys and you weren't wrong. Your friend jumped to her feet and ran in your direction pushing everyone around. "__________" she stopped a few steps away from you, examining you skeptically. "Which part of the word 'sexiest' did you not understand?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to some kind of charity dinner instead of my party?"

"This is De La Renta!" you protested

“This is De La boring! Come on, ”she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the other end of the house. "I knew it. What would you do without me "

"Do I have to look like a whore to pass face control at your party?"

“Uy, how rude! Why like a whore, just less conservative than your de la something"

"Listen, I'm not ..."

“______, stop controlling everything around you for once in your life. Enjoy what is happening around. Meet someone you want to meet, not someone your family approved.” She put the garment cover on the bed and left.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, and perhaps your friend was right about something. Why not take the risk of being someone else today.

You quickly changed and returned to the party. Taking a drink, you went to the pool where the music was loudest. A sexy DJ caught your eye next to a whole crowd of girls. So so... it seems you just saw what you like. You met his gaze and all your insides tied in a tight knot. Not often have you met someone with such a self-confident look. He knew for sure that he was handsome and obviously used it more than once. You smiled at him and went into the garden. You heard footsteps behind you and smiled, it worked every time.

"Why is such a beautiful girl bored in the garden all alone?"

"She might be looking forward to an overly confident DJ who wants to keep me company."

"Apparently you are the party owner's best friend?"

"Why do you think so?" you asked

“She never invites girls who are more beautiful than her. So she loves you as much as the general attention of all the guys,” he smiled. "As soon as you went out to the pool all the guys looked only at you, it seems their girls were not particularly happy"

“Really. Didn't notice" you took a sip sending him a lustful look

"Of course, you looked only at me"

“I wasn't the only one looking at you, so why did you come to me? "

“Your look! He convinced me that it was worth trying something new "

"Are you saying that a guy with this appearance is the first time meeting someone at parties?"

"You may not believe me, but it's true." he came closer, leaning on the railing of the stairs next to you. "I am not allowed to associate with girls," he whispered, as if he was sharing a huge secret.

You laughed “The DJ is not allowed to communicate with girls. Apparently a lot has changed since the time when I was last in the club” you leaned on the railing looking into the distance.

“Yep, now days of DJs are difficult,” he laughed. His laugh was so clear.

"Would you like to take a walk?" you asked, pointing towards the dark trees.

He looked at the trees and at your shoes, then looked at you with a question. His expression made a wide smile appear on your face. You took off your shoes, leaving them on the steps, stepping barefoot on the soft lawn. You turned towards the mysterious guy and was surprised when he took off his shoes, leaving them next to yours.

“I didn’t think it’s uncomfortable to walk on the lawn in your shoes,” you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

“I decided that this way we would be equally vulnerable”

"Vulnerable?" you said, there was no such word in your dictionary. You laughed as you turned to face the trees again.

You continued to walk through the trees, plunging into pitch darkness.

"Are you not scared?"

"What exactly?"

"It's dark and there is no one around."

"Are you afraid of the dark?" you asked with a sneer in your voice

"No. But aren't you afraid to be in such a dark place where there is no one around, alone with a guy whose name you don't even know?” He came closer, running his fingers over your hand.

You turned to him, running your hand over his chest, pushing towards the nearest tree until he rested his back on it. "Aren't you afraid of a girl without a name who invited the guy to follow her to such a dark place where there is no one around?" you felt the muscles under his clothes tighten.

He smiled, he pulled at the edge of his sweatshirt, taking it off. You looked at him in surprise. But before you had time to ask anything, he threw the sweatshirts over your shoulders, tying it in front.

“It's pretty cold here, a girl with no name,” he smiled and walked on. You closed your eyes, mentally scolding yourself for wanting him not to stop only on the sweatshirts. Turning around, you gasped as you bumped into his pumped-up chest. He hugged you, covering your lips with a kiss. Its taste has turned your head. You moaned into his mouth and he squeezed your body. The hardness of his muscles excited you. You reached for his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it. He quickly got rid of his shirt by throwing it to the ground. He lifted you up and pressed you against a tree. Ah, so that's what his sweatshirts was for, covering your bare back. He pulled up your dress, squeezing your ass. His tongue drove you crazy, making me want more.

"Hold on tight baby." He quickly unbuttoned his pants, taking a condom out of his pocket. He quickly put it on, pushing inside. you moaned as his big cock stretched your tight pussy.

"Oh my god ..." you groaned against his shoulder.

“You can call me that,” he said, thrusting deep into you. You laughed, but your laugh turned into a groan. His fingers twisted into your hair, he pulled your hair, pulling your head back. He ran his tongue over your neck, biting your ear, sending shivers through your body. Your bodies were pressed against each other, even through the dress you could feel how hot his body was. He melted you by continuing to fuck you so wildly. Everything inside began to tighten into a tight knot as the orgasm began to form inside you, forcing your thighs to squeeze tighter around his waist. He hissed, his fingers digging hard into your thighs, and his movements became erratic.

“I'm gonna cum,” you moaned loudly as he started to fuck you faster. Your body shook violently when you cum. He dug into your lips drowning your moans. You felt a tear roll down your cheek. The sensations were so strong that it was difficult for you to cope with them. Pleasure pervaded every inch of your body. He hid his face in the curve of your neck. His low growl echoed deep inside, making everyone inside tremble. He cum as hard as you did. His hands gripped your body so tightly that it was difficult for you to breathe.

“Fuck…. This is so unreal, ”he moaned. Your body shook with every thrust. He kissed you again, but this time it was so gentle it took you by surprise. He met your gaze, smiling broadly. “You seem to be influencing me badly. I do what I have never allowed myself in my life "

“I can say the same about you,” you laughed.

"Can you tell me your name after all?"

“I don’t think we are that close” you smiled at him

“My dick is still deep in you, and you say that we are not close enough” he laughed at your words. "Ok, then I'll tell you my name."

You quickly covered his mouth with your palm, stopping him. "As you said at the beginning, it is better to be in the same position."

“If you want it, I will accept your choice. Do not tell your friends later that I am not a gentleman who didn’t even ask what your name is or didn’t introduce himself ” he winked at you

"Believe me, this ..." you specially emphasized that word, describing the whole situation as a whole "the secret will die with me." you giggled

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A few months later

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"Have you already looked at the papers that were sent to you?" asked your assistant putting several folders on the table.

You looked up at him and looked at him with displeasure "Remind me why we have to do this"

"Because your friend was begging on her knees to work with them for the next ad?"

You rolled your eyes remembering her tantrum a few weeks ago. you sighed and took the folder. "And why is she so obsessed with idols"

“They are not just idols, they are a world famous group. They have a huge fandom. And their songs are just unreal, ” he went on to describe in color the guys you need to work with. You turned to look at him in disbelief. Catching your eye, he quickly closed his mouth, looking at you with guilty eyes.

“It seems like my friend isn't the only one obsessed with idols,” you shook your head skeptically. "Where are they now?" you asked leaving the office.

"They've already started the photoshoot."

"Well, let's see." you were walking down the corridor when you saw a handsome guy who rested against the wall near the entrance to the studio.

"This is their leader, Im Jaebeom" the assistant whispered to you as you came closer

“Hello, Im Jaebeom. My name is _____________, I hope for a good teamwork,” you said stretching your hand forward.

He blinked several times as if you were speaking another language. He tentatively held out his hand to greet you "Director ________?" he asked, clearly not trusting what you said

“If it's so convenient for you, you can call me that. I prefer informal communication, it brings together and speeds up work” you smiled

“You are younger than I thought. Sorry" he bow politely

“I hear this a lot, don't apologize. I heard you have already started the photoshoot, I decided to see how everything goes "

"Yes of course. Come in.” He opened the door letting you go ahead

You went inside discussing whether everything is going well. While you were talking and joking about general topics. You approached the photographer, greeting him while changing while the scenery for the next member. When the next member came out, you turned in his direction to say hello.

"What the fuck!" the words burst out before you could stop yourself. You quickly closed your mouth as everyone stared at you. Everything inside froze when a familiar face looked at you with no less surprised look, just as you did at him. It turned out the DJ was not a DJ at all. Now his words that he shouldn't date girls made sense.

Several assistants ran out asking what exactly you didn't like and what exactly needed to be fixed. You quickly pulled yourself together, regaining your coolness again. "I'm sorry. I was surprised by the combination of colors. They obviously don't fit. I think it’s worth changing." You excused yourself again and headed towards the exit while everyone around was fussing about changing the situation. You practically ran out of the studio, heading for the rooftop, which was an outdoor garden. You took your phone out of your pocket and dialed your friend. "Why did you make me work with this group?" you asked as soon as she answered the phone.

"And hello to you" she laughed "I always know what happens at my parties"

"Did you know that we..." you could not finish the sentences "How?"

“I went to look for you, but I found your shoes on the steps in front of the forest. It was hard not to guess what exactly you could do there for so long. Plus the fact that after that, every time he came to my parties and the whole evening he was looking out for someone in the crowd "

"This is my job. How can I look him in the eye. From the nameless guy and girl who left everything in that forest, we became partners" you shook your head "I just cursed when I saw him in the studio, I had to order everything to redo to hide the fact why I was so surprised "

"Do you want to know what can come of this?"

"Besides the headache?" you asked

“Except for the headache. It does not seem that for him that night is left behind. By the way, his name is BamBam, and one more thing" she fell silent trying to hide her laugh "You are nuna for him" she quickly hung up without waiting for your reaction.

"You're fucking kidding me!" you sat down on the ground when your legs gave way. You were staring at the phone trying to calm down and not come up with a plan to murder your best friend.

The phone rang and you picked up  "Yes"

"Where are you, director?"

"On the roof"

"They've changed everything, want to see?"

"I'm sure everything is perfect, continue without me"

"Good"

You lay down on the ground, not believing that this happened to you. You kicked, throwing a tantrum like a five-year-old girl who had her toy taken away. Perhaps if you stay here, you will never meet him again. They can discuss all other details with your assistant. You tried to calm yourself while on the verge of a nervous breakdown. You squeaked trying to relieve stress.

"I see so you attract to places like this" voice interrupted your hysteria

You sat up abruptly meeting BamBam's gaze. "What are you doing here?"

"My photoshoot is over," he replied smiling

“It doesn't explain why you’re here” you tried to hide your embarrassment with seriousness. But it didn't work out very well.

“Let's start from the beginning? Hello, how are you?" asked BamBam with a smile sitting down opposite you

You took a deep breath "BamBam, listen .."

“Oh, you already know my name. Although I won't deny it, now I know yours too. ”He smiled.

"BamBam ..."

“By the way, I already realized that you are older than me, although I confess I did not expect this. We thought we were the same age" he smiled broadly.

"Listen .." you tried to say something again

"I do not want"

"Excuse me?" you looked at him with confusion

“I don’t want to listen to you. After all, you will begin to say that it was a long time ago and now everything has changed, we must pretend that we are not familiar and other nonsense. I do not want. I do not like it"

You closed your eyes trying to cope with your emotions. "Please ... please don't complicate an already difficult situation."

"Why is it difficult?"

"Are you kidding?" you stared at him

“Are we children? Yes, we cannot publicly meet or show our relationship. But why should we pretend to see each other for the first time? I have already said that I have never done anything like this. And not because there was no one, you are just the only one who got into my heart. And you still there.” You sat and listening to him with open mouth, unable to utter a word. He sat closer and took your hand. "_______" he ran his fingers across your cheek "Our worlds won't collapse if we just try to be that guy and girl in the forest."

“Can't you see that they have already collapsed” you whispered lowering your head

"Who said? My world is firmly and hasn't even faltered. If necessary, I will build yours again! I'm not the kind of guy who only meets girls for one night. "

“BamBam, you generally understand everything that is happening now, my company is working with your agency for advertising. Do you have any idea what will happen when everyone finds out that we slept? " you already shuddered at the thought

“Who said that someone would find out about this? Except for the two of us, no one knows about this. Personally, I'm not going to tell anyone about you. Neither about what happened, nor about what, I hope, will be in the future. "

You looked at his phone, which all this time did not stop receiving messages “You are gone for 15 minutes and you have already received a hundred messages. Do you want to hide the relationship? "

“It's because now I'm kind of at work, from which I ran away,” he smiled mischievously at you, “When I don't have a work, no one touches me and doesn't ask questions about what and with whom I do. Besides, I don't think that anyone would dare to ask you questions. Judging by the reaction, everyone is afraid of you. "

"BamBam would like my life to be as easy as yours."

"So don't complicate it."

“Brilliant advice. No comment." you fell on your back again "As a child you don't think about the consequences at all"

"The only one who behaves like a child is you!" he raised his voice. You sat down and looked at him flapping your eyelashes. "God, you are so cute, my heart will stop now" he laughed "Let's stop yelling at each other and calm down" he said picking up your phone

“The only one who yells here is you. I can't even put in a word,” you muttered. He took your hand and scanned your fingerprint to unlock it. He quickly dialed something on the phone, after which he returned it to you.

“I save my phone. After you think it over well, I hope you will write me all the same." he got to his feet and lifted you up. He quickly removed the grass from your trousers and looked at you “Stop sitting on the cold ground” he hugged you “I hope you have the courage to dial my number. I like you very much.” He left a kiss on your cheek and went to the exit, leaving you even more confused than you were before.

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One week later

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All week, you couldn't concentrate on your work and ran away, making up urgent meetings for yourself when GOT7 was supposed to come to the office. You looked at your watch and groaned when you saw that it was almost BamBam in the morning. You got up and went to the window looking at the lights of the night city. You smiled because there were two days off ahead of you. You sat down at the table and opened your laptop. Photos of GOT7 flashed on the screen. 

You opened a photo of BamBam. For the first time in a week, you allowed yourself to think about him. Fuck why is he so sexy. You lay down on the table without taking your eyes off the screen. You laughed remembering your conversation on the roof, although it was more like not his monologue. You looked at your phone and stood up. You wonder how he save himself? You unlocked your phone and opened your contacts. Your phone had too many unnecessary numbers, you thought as you thumbed through the endless list of contacts. You laughed out loud when you found a contact that you definitely couldn't keep "Forest DJ". You kept laughing as you read the name over and over again. You looked at the screen and said "And you are a joker ..." You shook your head "OMG ... I am already talking with a photo ... I definitely need a rest" you muttered under your breath, turning off your laptop. You packed your things and left the office. You walked down an empty hallway to the elevator. Instead of going down to the parking lot, you went up to the roof. Breathing in fresh air, you looked at the place where you and BamBam were sitting discussing what to do next. That's just yourself you answer that way and could not what to do next. You took your phone out of your pocket and opened BamBam's contact again. You switched to messages and your fingers froze. And what are you going to write to him, you asked yourself skeptically. You looked at the title again and before common sense stops you again you typed and sent him a message

How would you sign me on your phone?

You locked your phone and swore to yourself when saw the time. You completely forgot that it was already the middle of the deep night. Better common sense would have stopped me. Before you could put your phone in your pocket, there was a notification sound and you widened your eyes when you saw who it was from.

How about "Forest Queen" or "Forest Fairy"?

You laughed, the answer definitely pleased you.

I want to be a queen!

Not even a moment passed before you received the answer:

I want to see you!

What for?

What for you write?

I wanted to calm my curiosity

I also want to calm my curiosity!

And what are you so curious about?

I'm curious I'll be glad to see you to death or to madness!

What a strange curiosity!

I am weird!

I already noticed this, forest DJ!

If suddenly, my queen, finds compassion in herself, at this address she can find her loyal subject, who really, really wants to see her!

You looked at the screen and for the hundredth time re-read the address that BamBam dropped for you. You can't be buggy for 15 minutes, right? You looked at the screen again and read YOUR address !!! The only difference was in the apartment number. This is even ironic, you thought.

You went down to the parking lot and drove home. On the way home, you thought that you should have been at home more often. Although if the assistant hasn’t told you anything so far, then the manager is attending meetings instead. You shook your head, driving those thoughts out of your head. You drove into the parking lot and after you parked, walked towards the elevator. You automatically clicked on your floor and when the doors opened, you were left standing inside looking at the button of the floor where BamBam lived. You wondered for a second if you had not lived in this house and would have decided to come to him, how he would explain to the guards his request to let the girl into his apartment in the middle of the night. "So careless," you whispered. Pressing the button to open the door, you left on your floor but stopped unable to take a step after the door closed again. “What are you only thinking, ____! Go home!" You kept mumbling to yourself, gripping the phone tightly in your hand. "Fuck," you turned around and pressed the elevator button. Going inside, you clicked on the BamBam floor before you could change your mind, or, in principle, think about the consequences. You left on his floor and walked towards the desired apartment. You knocked on the door. You didn't want to call on doorbell, hoping that he wouldn't hear and open it.

You heard a noise inside the door and part of you wanted to rush back to the elevator. He threw open the door abruptly and stared at you as if he saw a ghost. "How do you here?" he stood with his mouth open looking at you. He shook his head, trying to collect his thoughts. "Wait ... Just don't say that you ..." He didn't finish the sentence, staring at you with wide eyes. "Waaaaa ... .. and fate is really an evil bitch!" he growled under his breath looking at the floor. He lifted his head to meet your gaze again. “Oh, I'm sorry. Come in! " he took you by the hand pulling you into the apartment. He pulled you into an embrace for which you clearly were not ready, but which you so wanted.

"I just came to calm your curiosity!" you said, breaking free from his embrace

"To death! I am glad to see you to death” he said hugging you again

"Why are you look too alive for someone who is dying!" you answered sarcastically.

“I can die if you want. Do you have somewhere to hide the body? " he smiled broadly.

“And that's true,” you shook your head with a displeased face. “Too much trouble. Just live! "

He squatted down and began to unbutton your leather cutout corset heels, exchanging them for house slippers. "What are you doing?"

“You're not going to wear them all night, are you? It's crazy sexy, of course, but I think your feet need a little rest from those high heels” he said, unbuttoning second one. You turned your head and saw a cat who was watching you with curiosity

"Oh, what is this?"

"Don't tell me that you see a cat for the first time in your life ?!" he raised his head skeptically looking at you.

"I am not talking about that. My assistant said that we can't have animals in our house when I said that I want to buy a kitten."

"Apparently, he said so because he knew that the kitten would be too lonely, because you spend all your time at work!" he mumbled, putting your shoes in his shoe cabinet. He got up and took out his phone, took a photo of your shoes next to his shoes.

“Perhaps I would appear at home more often if someone was waiting for me there,” you chuckled, turning and heading in the direction of a sweet cake that watched your every move. You raised a fluffy ball in your arms, hugging him. You went into the hall and squealed with emotion, stamping your feet when you saw three more cats on the couch sleeping on top of each other. “Cuties” you could not hide your joy, you turned into a little girl who was crazy about cats. You went to the sofa and knelt down, gently stroked every cat that slept so sweetly. You put the fourth cat on the sofa and he joined everyone, lying comfortably next to the sphinx. You took out your phone and took some pictures of these cuties. You put your head on the sofa listening to their purring and sleepy puffs. Your heart was ready to stop from an overabundance of cuteness.

Oh, right, you're not at home! You turned and saw BamBam who was a leaning against the door. His face lit up with a wide smile with which he watched you. You got to your feet regaining your self-control. "Sorry, I think I got carried away"

“If I knew your reaction, I would also say in the forest that I have 4 cats at home. Then you would immediately go to my house. And why didn’t I think about it?” He giggled, and turned on his heels and walked towards the kitchen. "Do you want tea or something stronger?"

“Tea is fine,” you said following him. He turned on the kettle while you sat on the chair. He came up to you and hugged you tightly. "Do you want me to be your cat, to which you will rush home?"

"No, you're not cute"

"Plan B! I'll let you play with my cats if you'll be come home early? " he smiled slyly at you

“Whaaa, you're more cunning than I thought. Using poor cute cats for your own benefit! " you narrowed your eyes skeptically looking at him.

"Did it work?" you smiled broadly

“I'll think about it,” you returned to your chair, looking at the cups he prepared for tea. "Didn't you promise tea?"

“Oh, sure. Tea!" he walked away from you, going around the table to make tea. You took out your phone while checking your mail. “I heard you had two days off.” You looked up at him inquiringly, at which he laughed. “Your assistant said that once you finish the project, you will have a day off at the company.”

“I’ll kill him” you shook your head “Anyway, I’ll be busy, there is a lot of things to sort out and sign. The silence in the office will be good.”

"No!" he abruptly interrupted you

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"No - means a form of negation!" he said sarcastically. “I also have a weekend ahead. Let's spend it together. ”

"I think I was telling you not to complicate the situation."

“Then why did you write to me? "

"I said to calm your curiosity"

"Why then did you come to me?"

“Today I decided to be a white queen. But tomorrow I will turn back into the red queen. "

“I can be your Bandersnatch,” he winked at you.

You fell helplessly on the table “Your reaction to my words is killing me! Can you be serious? "

"What for?"

“What do you mean 'what for'? And just dare to name the definitions of this word! " you pointed your finger at him when he opened his mouth.

"Heck." He slammed the table in disappointment, “You see how well you already know me,” he smiled broadly. “Come on, we'll spend two days together as a couple. We'll be in the same apartment for routine chores, work, music and everything we usually do. If at the end of the weekend you decide not to see me again, I will step back and we will no longer return to this topic" he held out his hand to you to secure the agreement.

Perhaps this is the first time you've seen him serious. "Okay!" you said taking his hand.

"Great! Go get your things! ” he laughed when you looked at him in disbelief. “Well, you don't want me to leave the cute cats alone for two days? They will miss "he looked at you plaintively.

“Oh no, not the cats ...” You shook your head, poor cats, they are not to blame ...

“Go for your stuffs and everything you need in these two days,” he said affectionately to you from the chair. You reached the door and reached for your shoes, but got a slap on your hands. “Leave them where they are! They are my hostages! I don't trust you, woman! They will stay here as a guarantee that you will come back! " he stood in front of the closet with his arms crossed over his chest, posing as a security guard. You rolled your eyes at his behavior.

"Excellent in slippers, I have not yet walked the corridors of the house.” you muttered as you opened the front door.

“Faster, you have half an hour” he slapped you on the ass

You changed into household items and packed your things with a laptop and documents and left the apartment. You went out on his floor and were surprised when he met you at the elevator. He looked at you, smiling broadly, "Are you moving to me at all?" he pointed to a large bag.

“Forget it, you can keep that pair of shoes for yourself,” you said as you turned back towards the elevator.

He took your bag and took you by the hand and led you towards the apartment. "Would you really sacrifice your shoes?" he said, dialing the code for the apartment.

"Do not even hope! This is my favorite pare! ” you went inside and before you could pick up the bag he opened it, examining the contents.

He took out your house slippers and put them in front of you, went to the bathroom. You just had to go after him. He quickly placed your makeup next to his, then carefully folded your towel and laid it on his own. After taking some photos, he went into the bedroom and, opening the wardrobe, quickly put your things next to his, continuing to take photos.

"Why are you taking pictures of everything?" you asked, watching him.

“This is proof of your presence in my life. Suddenly you decide to run away at night, I will know in the morning that it was not a dream ” he smiled broadly when you rolled your eyes at his words.

"Did I already say you're weird?" you came to pick up a bag with a laptop and documents. You went to the living room and sat on the floor next to the sleeping cats. He came to you and took your bag while you were stroking the cat. "Hey, I actually wanted to work."

"Come with me!" he waved his hand towards the room.

You went behind him and smiled as he neatly laid out your things on the table near the sofa. "Here, work here!" said smiled broadly, and sitting down at the table. Apparently he worked until you came, probably for this and did not sleep. You sat on the couch and opened your laptop, you closed it abruptly when the picture of BamBam that you had seen before appeared on the screen. "Is there something wrong?" he asked and looked at you with surprise

"Ah? No, everything is fine" You quickly opened your laptop and closed all programs. You looked at BamBam, who was completely focused on work. You did not even expect that he could look so sexy. You kept looking at him instead of working.

“You seem to be going to work? Or am I distracting you too much? " he turned in your direction with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I work"

“No, you don't. You keep sitting with this folder in your hands just watching me. "

“I'm very busy actually! Do not bother me!" you said quickly looking at the documents. You are completely immersed in work. You stretched out and looked at your watch. What? An hour has passed? You didn't even notice. You looked at BamBam who fell asleep at work. I wonder how often he falls asleep before reaching bed. You got up and came closer to him, the mouse was still in his hand, you reached out and ran through his hair. He moaned and opened his eyes.

"Mmm, I didn't even notice when I fell asleep" he got up from the table, rubbing his eyes.

“Let's go to bed,” you said when he turned his attention back to the screen.

He leaned back in his chair, pulling you into his arms. “I love hearing that from you,” he said, hiding his face in your hair. “I love the way you smell,” he said inhaling your scent. "I love that you are with me" he said, tightening his grip on your body. Your heart was pounding in your chest at his words. Why did he continue to excite your heart. You got up and headed for the exit.

"I'm go in the shower" you said leaving the room. You went into the bedroom and took a nightie from the shelf. You looked at your things that were lying next to his. You smiled remembering how he took photos. You went to the shower quickly washing away the tiredness of a hard day. Apparently you were not the only one who usually went to bed so late. You got out of the shower and wiped your body from the water, put on a nightie. You sat on the tufted bench that stood next to the closet, just at the moment when BamBam went inside.

“I need a shower, too,” he said in a sleepy voice. “Don't kick me out.” He held up his hands. You sat with your back turned, wiping your hair while he undressed. When he went into the shower, you got up and went to the mirror almost laughed when you realized you had the same makeup. You took the tonic and rubbed your face. BamBam came out of the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, too low. You looked at him in reflection, and a wave of desire passed through you, because of his sexy appearance. He quickly dried his hair tossing a towel to the floor.

“And what was that just now? Why do you need a laundry basket" you turned and looked at him reproachfully.

"Sorry" he quickly picked up the towel and threw it into the basket. He came closer kissing you on the shoulder. He took the tonic, rubbing his face too. You stood next to you, continuing to apply the cream on your face. He laughed meeting you in the mirror. "Newlyweds" he chuckled

You turned to him hitting on the hand “What other newlyweds. What are you thinking about! " you turned heading for the exit. He followed you until you entered the bedroom, he went to the closet taking out his underwear. He took off the towel and put on his boxers, making your heart pounding at the sight of his naked body. You climbed onto the bed and crawled under the covers into a comfortable position. You closed your eyes trying not to pay attention to the movements of BamBam who joined you. He hugged you, kissing your hair.

“Good night, baby,” he muttered almost falling asleep. His warmth enveloped you and you yourself did not notice how quickly you fell asleep.

You woke up when the sun's rays filled your bedroom with pleasant light. You opened your eyes and almost squeaked with joy when you saw that your fluffy white bun was sleeping next to your face, with its nose buried in your pillow. You couldn't move, apparently BamBam decided that you were his pillow for sleeping, since he was almost completely lying on you, hiding his face in your hair. His leg was between yours, and his hand was on your buttock. You lowered your eyes and three more cats were sleeping peacefully next to your hip. This is the most perfect morning that could be. You gently reached for the phone and opened the front camera to take a photo. It seems you were in a trap, and how can you get out of it. You turned slightly on your side until BamBam stopped on the other side, raking the entire blanket. You gently got out of bed and went to the door. You turned around and smiled as BamBam muttered something under his breath while hugging the blanket. You closed the door before heading to the bathroom to wash up.

POV BamBam

He rolled over onto his side and ran his hand over the empty space. Did he dream everything? He sat up abruptly in bed, looking around. He did not even notice that at some point he stopped breathing. He was able to inhale only after he saw your phone on the bedside table. "It was not a dream," smiling, he muttered under his breath, falling back on the pillow. He stretched in bed, getting rid of the rest of the sleep. He looked around the room, hmm, and where are all my cats, he thought, getting out of bed. Going into the bathroom quickly washed and brushed his teeth, he went in search of you. He looked into the kitchen and a wide smile spread on his face. You stood washing glasses, and all his cats were lying on the table and watching you. He agreed with them, he wanted to watch this every morning.

“This is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You wash the dishes in my kitchen. Apparently I'm still sleeping," he said, putting his head on your shoulder. He kissed your neck, covering your belly with his palm, pulling your body closer to his. He ran his other hand along your thigh, lightly touching the edge of your silk nightie. He ran his hand over up your body, hooking the strap with your fingers, he pulled it down from your shoulder, leaving kisses on your skin.

"What are you doing, BamBam?" you asked, frozen with a cup in hand.

“This is my way of saying good morning,” he said, continuing to kiss you. He ran his fingers through your hair, pulling them to one side, opening new places for himself to kiss. He smiled when your skin got goose bumps.

“I'm washing the dishes,” you practically moaned.

“You can continue. Am I distracting you? " he pinned you to the counter and groaned as he rubbed his hard cock against your ass. He hugged you tightly, placing his hand over your breast and squeezing it. The cup slipped out of your hands and you rested your palms on the sink while he continued to kiss and caress your body. He squeezed your nipple with his fingers and you moaned softly. He pulled up the hem of your nightie, exposing your ass. He ran his fingers along your crotch, caressing your clitoris. He kept teasing you with his hands and mouth until your panties were completely wet.

He turned you to face him and lifted you in his arms, sitting on the surface next to the sink. His fingers twisted into your hair when he kissed you. He was going crazy with the desire to be in you. All this time he dreamed about it, I suffer every night from excitement. He had to stop when you took his cock in your hand. It was so nice that he almost cum, from the movement of your fingers along its length. You pushed him away forcing him to lean on the table opposite. You jumped off the table and knelt in front of him. Everything inside him squeezed into a tight knot as you ran your tongue over his cock. He dug his fingers into the countertop so hard they turned white. He moaned loudly and closed his eyes, trying to calm down when you licked his head. It seemed from pleasure that his whole body was pierced with millions of needles, preventing him from taking a breath.

"_______..." He moaned your name as you took his dick completely into your mouth. He was unable to cope with the caress that you gave him. You started to move your head quickly, making his hips tremble. He didn't even notice when his thighs began to move towards your mouth with each thrust. He grabbed your shoulder and squeezed it hard when it exploded inside him and he cum. You continued to fondle him with your tongue, sending spasms through his body. All his muscles were tense and he could not move from the pleasure that fettered him. Your quiet laugh made him open his eyes.

“It was much faster than I thought.” You sat down on the floor laughing, wiping the rest of the sperm off your face. At your words, he blushed.

"I just ... this ..."

"I'm kidding," you said, getting up from the floor. You smiled at him broadly "You endured longer than I thought, considering that you are horny since the night", you went up to him and kissed his bare chest. He grabbed your hand as you headed towards the exit

"Where are you going?" he asked in disbelief

"Into the shower" you giggled "I got a little dirty" you said pointing to your neck and chest which were covered in his cum.

"But you haven't cum"

“I got as much pleasure as you,” you winked as you left the kitchen.

"And you won't take me with you?" he shouted after you. He looked at himself and laughed. He stood in the middle of the kitchen naked and with his boxers down.

"Like a child," you said, returning to the kitchen and taking you to the bathroom. He pushed you against the wall when you entered the bathroom. Desire burned him with renewed vigor. He practically ripped off your nightie, leaving you in only tiny panties. He kissed pressing against you with his whole body. He groaned at the sensation of your tender and hot skin.

He ripped off your panties and lifted your leg, throwing it around his waist. He entered you with a sharp jolt and you screamed tightly squeezing him inside. It kept pushing at you until you took his full length. His cock was enveloped in the hot moisture of your pussy and he could not stop. He wanted more. He did not notice anything around, you tried to move away from him, but he squeezed your waist far away making a hard push. All that matters is your groans of pleasure mixed with his own. Even when your body relaxed in his arms, you were so narrow that he could not hold back a groan pushing inside you.

"Baby, in you is so good," he moaned. He moved away from the wall and laid you on the tufted bench. He covered your nipple with his mouth playing with his tongue. Your back arched towards his caresses and he smiled. He sank down and ran his tongue over your wet folds you moaned loudly lifting your hips. He continued to play with your tongue with your which until your body began to tremble with pleasure. He rested his knee on the tufted bench and with a sharp push entered you to the full length. You squeezed around his penis while he fucked you hard. Your moans drove him crazy, balancers on the verge of orgasm. He moved his hand covering your clit, starting to circle it with his thumb. Your body arched strongly when you cum screaming his name. He growled when you squeezed him hard inside, he did more a few deep thrusts before he pulls away from you. His hand tossed his cock hard as he covered your belly with cum. He practically fell on you powerlessly. His body shivered, from the friction of his sensitive cock on your skin.

"We didn't feed the cats," you whispered as he hugs you

"Are you thinking about cats now?" he looked at you in surprise, lifting his head sharply. He laughed at how cute you looked at that moment.

“It's hard not to think about them when they meow under the door,” you said, smiling broadly

"Here it is, not even half a day has passed and cats are already interfering with our sex life" he pretended to say in a sad voice, looking at you piteously

"Not even half a day has passed and I am completely in your sperm" you looked at him skeptically

"It suits you" he smiled broadly, getting up, and you rolled your eyes. He lifted you to your feet and pushed you towards the shower. He turned on the water and took a washcloth, gently lathering your body with shower gel. Your body trembled from his every movement, he kissed pulling you to his body.

“I have a feeling that we won't get out of the shower until the end of this day,” you said, lowering your eyes to his hard cock.

“I can’t help it, you’re naked and in my arms,” he laughed, hugging you tighter. “You seemed to say you had a lot of work,” he said as you ran your fingers over his waist, teasing him. “You better stop teasing me if you really want to get out of the shower till tonight.” He smiled as you put your hands up and stepped away from him. “Good girl,” he said kissing you on the cheek. He quickly rinsed the remaining foam from your bodies, and turned off the water pulled you outside. He took a large towel quickly wiping you. He walked up in the closet taking out his t-shirts and boxers, he returned to you.

“I have my clothes,” you said looking at him skeptically.

“I want you to wear my clothes,” he said, pulling his shirt over you.

"Do I really have to wear your underwear?" you raised an eyebrow as he crouched down trying to put his boxers on you.

“This is necessary dress code if you want came out from the bathroom. No one can go out if they are not wearing my clothes and underwear." He slapped you on of your hip to finally you lift your leg. It took a lot of effort for him to put you on his underwear.

“You're weird,” you said as you glanced at yourself in the mirror as he dressed. He could swear that at some point you smiled tenderly while looking at his clothes on your body. He didn't ask, because you would deny it anyway.

You returned to the kitchen and after feeding the cats, you began to prepare breakfast. His heart was pounding at how romantic and playful the atmosphere around was. You teased each other, made fun of each other, and laid down kisses. After breakfast you went to the office and everyone to do their work. He didn't even notice how quickly that day flew by. He smiled when he turned his head to your side and saw you sleeping on the table with a pen in your hands, among a heap of papers. It was so cute. He took out his phone and took a photo of you, then he came closer and lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. He was glad that thanks to the training you were like a feather to him. He covered you with a blanket and turned off the light and joined you. For the first time in a long time, he fell asleep so quickly and had good dreams all night.

When the sun bathed the room he opened his eyes and smiled. You slept on it hugging him. You rolled onto your back and stretched, open your eyes. You sat up abruptly looking around, then looked at him. "It's morning already?" You asked in disbelief

“Good morning to you too,” he smiled lazily.

“I thought I closed my eyes for 5 minutes to take a break from my laptop. How did I end up in bed? "

“I carried you over. It seemed to me that the table was not very comfortable for sleeping," he pulled you into his arms.

Your phone rang and you both turned your head towards the bedside table "Notice, I never got a call during this time" he said smugly stretching out. You stuck out your tongue and answered the call. "Very mature" he whispered with his lips while you were surprised at him

“Good morning” you greeted and after a second completely changed into “What do you mean, are you talking with a cat?” you frowned "Are you drunk?" You asked in disbelief. You abruptly jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. He followed you. He had to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter when he entered the office and saw Cupcake sitting on the keyboard and carefully examining the screen. You carefully removed the cat from the keyboard, sitting on the floor in front of the table.

"Do you have a cat?" asked a man's voice, and he recognized your assistant's voice. He kept chuckling at the whole situation. But most of all he is amused by your disheveled appearance, which you apparently forgot about.

"What do you want?" You asked trying to distract him

"Did you do the renovation?" asked the assistant and you looked around ordering your eyes.

"Can you stop asking stupid questions?" you said irritably

"I only have two left," he said when you looked at the screen again, "First: Is this a men's T-shirt on you? And second: What the hell is with your hair?" You first looked down at the T-shirt, and then turned your gaze to the screen looking at your reflection. You fell on the table unable to cope with it, while your assistant was laughing.

"I hope you have something urgent!" you growled without looking up

“Could say that. I’m talking about the documents that, I quote: 'if you don’t send me these documents, on which my life depends within 10 minutes, then I will fire you and burn your car'. Apparently you really needed them, but you never read the letter and did not answer anything since the night. I started to worry about this. That's why I called you until the cat answered the call. Apparently in vain I was worried, I'm glad that your life is safe and in a man's T-shirt, even without these documents" He said quickly hung up.

He burst out laughing at the whole situation. He fell to the floor, unable to cope with the laughter, from which his tears fled. You slammed your fist on the table, making him laugh even harder. It seemed you could set the whole house on fire with your rage, but why did you look so cute. “I think I just fell in love with your assistant.” He said, unable to stop laughing loud.

"That is great! Happy life to you together! I will kill him tomorrow, if you don’t stop laughing you will join him!!! ” you got up abruptly and ran out of the room loudly slamming the door. Another wave of laughter covered him. He got up from the floor and stroked Cupcake. “Well done, friend. You should be promoted to secretary. Such an independent boy, already takes calls while his parents are sleeping" he quickly kissed the cat on the nose and went in search of you.

He went back to the bedroom and it took all his strength not to laugh again when he saw you curled up under the blanket in the middle of the bed. He sat down beside you, patting you on the back. “Baby, I don’t think that your assistant will say anything to anyone. So you have nothing to worry about. "

“First, the cat answered the call ... although no, at first I fell asleep while waiting for the documents that I really needed. Then the cat answered the call. Then I sat in front of the camera in a men's T-shirt, with disheveled hair, and obviously clearly I was sit not in my apartment. Yes, really what should I worry about !?" You chuckled after practically growling these words

He hugged you tightly as you tried to break free. “Remember what I told you on the roof. Even if your world collapses and I rebuild it. I don’t think that such a small thing can destroy your world. You built it too well, but believe me, if suddenly something happens, I will do everything for you" he said, continuing to stroke you. You crawled out from under the blanket and his heart sank harder because of your cute appearance. He hugged you, tenderly kissing.

You were in a bad mood all day because of the morning incident, but he worried that tonight his personal fairytale might end forever. He sat next to you, watching you, as you completely immersed yourself in your work, once again turning into a bossy director. He smiled, the image of a gentle and sweet girl with disheveled hair and in his T-shirts, he liked it more. He tried several times to feed you, but after eating a small piece, you went back to work, saying that you didn't really want to eat. No wonder you're so light, he looked at you reproachfully when you left a plate full of food. You looked at your watch and took your bag from while you started packing your things.

"I have to go. I have a meeting in the morning, I can't be late" you said, moving from room to room, collecting all your things, completely erasing your presence from his life. All he had to do was to silently follow you. He himself offered these conditions, it was stupid now. demand from you. Although not so he imagined the end of this weekend. He came up from behind and hugged you tight, not wanting to let go. "Do not go away" he whispered. It seemed his heart was tied with a wire that caused terrible pain.

“I have to go,” you said, your gaze lingering on the shelf with his shoes on which your shoes stood. Your hand hovered over them before taking and placing them with the rest of the things in the bag. “You shouldn't see me off." you said reaching out to the doorknob.

"Will you leave without even hugging me?" he asked holding your hand

You turned to him and put your arms around his waist, squeezing your arms tightly around him. He hugged you, his fingers entwined with your hair. He pulled your hair down, lifting your face to his before kissing. He tried to show all the tenderness, love and desire that he felt at the moment. You pulled away with your head down, taking a step back. You stopped him when he tried to come up by placing your hand on his chest. “Goodbye BamBam�� you said before turning around and leaving the apartment. Leaving him alone with his sizzling feelings.

The next day he walked away like a zombie just doing everything the manager asked him to do. He returned home and had been staring at the dark phone screen for several hours, hoping to hypnotize him. He jumped up when the message came. But his smile quickly faded when he saw that it was from his manager. He left the phone on the table and went into the kitchen. He again heard the notification on the phone again, but did not even react, knowing that most likely the manager had sent some other changes to his schedule. After filling himself with water, he took the phone, he wandered into the bedroom. He fell on the bed for several minutes looking at the ceiling. He unlocked the phone and his heart skipped a beat. He jumped to his feet about hiding the message from you.

What do we have for supper today?

A wide smile spread across his face. He fell onto the bed clutching the phone to his chest. It seemed unrealistic. He read the message again. And quickly wrote the answer, sent it.

What does my queen want?

He laughed, closing his eyes. It seems his fairytale has just begun anew ...

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The Black Bat | JHS

AN: I dont feel motivated to write at all :( I want to get better but this shit is HAAAAARD

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE

It's a cold and clear night as Jung Hoseok is walking home after a long shift, he huddles further into his jacket as the wind picks up. The part of town is dark and lonely. The hairs on his neck stand as the sound of footsteps reached his ears. He picks up his pace and the footsteps follow, he wants to look behind him but can't seem to bring himself to do it. He rounds the corner and slams right into a group of men, one of them grips his shoulders tightly, digging his nails into his jacket. Hoseok is trembling with fear as they look around and shove him into the dark alley nearby. 

"Empty your pockets, give us all your money" the man demands pulling out a knife. Hoseok looks around for an escape but finds none, the alley is a dead end and the men have him surrounded. They are bigger than him in stature and all have weapons. He can feel the panic rising in his throat, the men draw closer and closer, ready to cut into him unless he complies but thinking about the bills he has to pay he can't bring himself to do it. He watches in horror as the man draws nearer with a blade in his hand. Something comes hurling through the air and imbeds itself into the man's hand making him drop the knife and a scream rips from his throat echoing through the alley, bloodstains his skin. He freezes in fear as the piece of metal in the shape of a bat shines ominously sealing his fate a dark shape descends from a rooftop landing right in front of Hoseok startling him. The sight of the bat insignia on their chest puts him at ease and he watches in disbelief as they stalk towards the men that were trying to rob him. He couldn't help but feel for them because everyone around here knew what happens to bad people that come across the path of the Black Bat. His trail of thoughts was cut short by the sound of their armoured fist connecting with flesh, followed by a loud cry of agony and the sound of his bones breaking is a sound that will haunt him forever. One man stumbles backwards and his back hits the wall as he slides down it leaving a trail of blood. His face mangled beyond recognition and the black bat turned to the man who managed to dislodge the bat-shaped shuriken from his hand. He's holding a gun with trembling hands he manages to fire a few shots which the bat avoids with ease and suddenly appears behind him startling the man into dropping his gun. The bat is quick to grab the man, slamming him against the wall and he screams at the impact. As the other 3 prepare to run, the bat speaks voice deep and menacing.

"You can run but I will catch you and when I do, I will kill you" the bat drops the unconscious man to the floor, he lays in a pool of his blood and like lightning, they're right in front of the men trying to flee. Fists flying at the speed of sound knocking them out before they even have the chance to react and Hoseok eyes widen as he takes in the Black Bat whom people have described to be a shadow. The elusive Black Bat is even more mysterious than their mentor Batman if that was possible and now to see them clear as anyone could in the night. Hoseok marvels at the sight of the black suit shining in the moonlight, the gender of the Black Bat has always eluded the general public but now as he looks closer he realizes it's a woman, he continues to examine the suit. The helmet has bat ears and the cape, a homage to her mentor no doubt but the intricate details set them apart. Such as the gold bat insignia on her chest, the katana sitting on her back and the full-face helmet giving nothing away. His thoughts get cut short as she speaks, a chill runs down his spine at the sound. 

"Are you hurt?" She questions him scanning his body for any injuries and Hoseok shakes his head, not being able to form a coherent reply. She tilts her head almost amusingly but it's hard to tell with the helmet and she questions him once again. 

"Are you able to get home safely from here?" Hoseok swallows and clears his throat before speaking.

"I'll call a taxi" he's surprised that he was able to form a coherent reply without stuttering and with that, she nods vanishing into the night leaving behind an astonished Hoseok to make his way home. Hoseok is too occupied with his thoughts to notice that she hasn't left as he thought, she's watching him from the rooftops as he calls a taxi and clambers in. The taxi leaves just in time for the police to arrive and the crime-fighting vigilante continues on her night patrol leaving the police to take care of the rest. 

The next day Hoseok meets up with his sister Mejiwoo, while they chat about their daily life and the family events that are coming up. She talks about her job as a detective when she mentions her friends, Hoseok's ears perk up at the mention of Yn's name. She smirks at his sudden interest, raising a brow sipping on her drink. 

"Oh now that I'm talking about Yn, you're suddenly interested?" She laughs, she loves teasing me about my crush on the woman. 

"Urgh shut up," Hoseok grumbles drinking his coffee, 

"Jesus, dude just ask her out already" she watches him blush violently and shake his head, she sighed knowing he won't do it. 

"Ya know, I met The Black Bat" Hoseok tries to change the subject and succeeds when his sister freezes. She looks over him to see if he is lying and finds no deception.

"What happened?" She questions almost cautiously. Hoseok furrows his brows at the tone, he staches it away for another time and tells her the story of how The Black Bat saved him that night. The whole time he keeps note of how her face changes, she seems surprised but there's something she's hiding, something she isn't telling him. Hoseok considers asking her but he knows that if his sister is keeping a secret it's not likely he'll get it out of her. As the sun sets on the horizon Hoseok and Mejiwoo decide to call it a night and watch movies at her apartment.

Hoseok almost has a heart attack as he sees a shadow move out the corner of his eyes but the angry grumbling reminds him of his sister's roommate and best friend. His sister paused the movie and called out to her long time friend. 

"Oi, what's got you in a mood?" Mejiwoo questions her and she snaps her head in our direction before groaning aloud. 

"My dad is hosting a fucking charity event and forcing me to attend" she's frustrated, her brows knitted in thought.

"Yn, chill. I'll come with, like usual" she shrugs nonchalantly. 

"No, you can't because it's on the same day as your fashion showcase" she huffs in defeat. 

"I'm gonna be stuck standing around in uncomfortable shoes as rich assholes kiss my ass or try to get into my pants." She groans, crossing her arms over her chest, throwing her head back. Mejiwoo doesn't answer, she seems to be deep in thought and suddenly she snaps her fingers. She turns to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

"Hey, I have an idea" she exclaims gaining Yn's attention as well as Hoseok and he narrows his eyes at her. She's being pretty suspicious. 

"My brother is free and would love to accompany you!" Mejiwoo exclaims, winding her arm around Hoseoks and tugging him towards Yn. Hoseok is about to object but he's interrupted by Yn. 

"Really?!? You would do that for me?" Yn practically jumping in joy, grabbing Hoseok's face in her surprisingly calloused fingers and all thoughts leave Hoseok's mind. Any thoughts of objecting are forgotten as he gazes into her sparkling eyes, they memorize him and his words die in his throat. He nods dumbly, to which she wraps her arms around him excitedly and he relishes the feeling of her in his arms. He hesitantly wraps his arms around her and she nuzzles further into him, a content sigh echoing through the quiet room. Hoseok and Yn are so caught up in the moment that they forgot about the other person watching them gleefully. Yn's phone pinging brings them out of their little bubble and they both pull apart awkwardly. Yn clears her throat before speaking. 

"I'll get a suit delivered to you and pick you up, text me if you have any questions" she checks her phone and her face immediately hardens. Her face is stern as she gives Hoseok and Mejiwoo a nod before heading out the door. 

Yn's walking into Kim manor when her phone lights up with a message from Mejiwoo. 

[✨MJ💅🏻] : am I good or what 👀 

[Yn] : or what 

[✨MJ💅🏻] : Is this what I get for setting you up with Hoseok???? 😫

[Yn] : you know why I can't date, 

[✨MJ💅🏻] : Yeah, yeah, the life of a vigilante must be a lonely one blah blah blah 🙄

You roll your eyes at her response and opt not to reply. You make your way to the bat cave to get ready for the night patrol and your mins keep trailing back to your moments with Hoseok. The feeling of being wrapped in his embrace is something you don't ever want to forget, being in your line of work isn't ideal and you can't commit to a proper civilian relationship. Knowing that you won't get a chance to be with him causes your heart to ache a little, you sigh as you play the piano keys to open the secret door to the bat cave and make your way into the elevator leading to the cave underground. The sound of your brother's training gets louder as you get closer, the clanging of weapons echo through the cave as you make your way to your father, billionaire industrialist and notorious playboy Kim Seokjin typing away on the Batcave computer system. As he sees you approaching, he stands clearing his throat to get everyone's attention, you and your brothers stand ready for your assignments to be handed out for the night. 

"There has been an incident at Arkham and The Joker has managed to escape so I'm going to need all of you out patrolling tonight in pairs just to be safe." He crosses his arms over his chest standing tall, his tone cold as always. You stand next to Taehyung who for some unknown reason has his Red Hood helmet on and you roll your eyes at how immature he's being. You pray to God that Jin doesn't take Taehyung with him because you know that would end up in a fight. Taehyung feels like Jin doesn't trust him. You understand how he feels but at the same time, he doesn't understand Jin's fear of losing him again and your dear old father is emotionally constipated so he'd never admit it to Taehyung. Men are so fucking stupid sometimes, Jin speaking pulls you out of your thoughts. You notice Taehyung's shoulder tense and fists clenched at his side at the mention of the Joker, no doubt a painful memory for him so you intertwine your finger with his. Hoping to offer some sort of comfort for him, you can feel his eyes on you. His fingers are tense and slowly he grasps your hand and you give his hand a comforting squeeze. 

"As for the pairs, Namjoon you're with Jimin, Yn and Jungkook and Taehyung you're with me" you sigh and pinch Taehyung's arm before he can say anything. He turns his head to you but you can't read the expression on his face.

"Please don't start a fight," you whisper to him begging. He stares at you and says nothing. You sigh knowing full well what's about to transpire between the two. 

"I'm ready when you are, old man" Taehyung calls out to Jin climbing into the batmobile, you know he has a shit-eating smirk under the helmet. Jin nods and they set off in the batmobile. Meanwhile, Namjoon is holstering his Escrima sticks and Jimin is checking his red robin cowl before they head out. Jungkook is ready, his cape flowing as he gets on his motorcycle. You step into your suit as Jungkook calls out to you. 

"Hey sis, you ready or what" his Robin suit shines in the moonlight as he nears the exit. You laugh as you do the final checks on your suit, pull on your helmet and straddle your bike revving it, it reverberates through the cave as you speed off into the night. 

Before you know it, it's already the day of the charity event and you haven't seen Hoseok since the day he agreed to accompany you. The joker and his goons have kept you busy to the point you had to go out during the day, at the thought of Joker your side ache remembering your last encounter with him, you took a hit for Jungkook which ended up with you breaking 3 ribs on the same day you were meant to go with Hoseok to get him a suit for the event. Mejiwoo being the great friend she is, went with him instead. Thank God for that, you wouldn't want him to get suspicious as to why you could barely stand. Your phone lights up with a text from Hoseok. 

[Hoseok 🥰] : I've got my suit and I'm ready to party 🎉

[Yn] : pffffft, good luck with all the rich stifs around 🙄 BTWs be ready by 6, the car with come to pick you up. 

[Hoseok 🥰] : the car? Aren't you coming to pick me up? 🥺

[Yn]: no, I'm already here. I'm gonna get ready here, I'll meet you here. Don't worry you'll be fine. 😘

(｡・//ε//・｡)

When 6 comes around Hoseok is sitting in his lounge with his sister nervously twiddling his thumbs. She smacks his hand as he's about to run it through his hair again. 

"Stop it, you'll mess it up! Finally got it perfect." She fusses with his hair and the sound of the doorbell has Hoseok stiff as a board. To say he's terrified would be an understatement. Mejiwoo makes her way to the door and opens it greeting the driver.

"Hi Yoongi, Hoseok, hurry up." When he gets up she rushes over to him and ushers him out the door, shutting it behind him. 

"Mr Jung I'm Min Yoongi, the Kim family's butler" he introduces himself to Hoseok and ushers him to the awaiting car. Hoseok leans back in the leather seats closing his eyes hoping to get his nerves under control but alas he isn't so lucky. He tries to distract himself but once again he isn't so lucky, he's so busy overthinking it he doesn't realize that they've already arrived until Yoongi holds the door open for him. Hoseok marvels at the mansion in front of him and he stops breathing at the sight of you. You step out the front door making your way over to him and he's so captivated by you he can't seem to process anything. The way your dress hugs your body and the colour compliments your skin so well. You pry his attention away from admiring you.

"You look great," you compliment him as you grab him by the elbow and practically drags him inside. You're beyond ecstatic to have someone as handsome as Hoseok, you come to a halt in front of the doors to the ballroom that holds the charity event and you turn to Hoseok to straighten his tie. 

"You look gorgeous," Hoseok's voice almost a whisper but you manage to hear him and you smile, gazing into his mesmerizing eyes. You feel yourself being drawn to him, you see a glimmer of nervousness and something akin to love swirling in the depth of his eyes. You take a step closer to him, just as you're about to lift your hand to caress his cheek Yoongi rounds the corner and interrupts you. 

"Miss Yn, what're you still doing out here?" You snap out of the daze and straighten your shoulders. Hoseok clears his throat and holds out his arm for you which you take. Yoongi opens the door and all eyes are on you and Hoseok. You ignore them and stroll into the ballroom with Hoseok, you make a beeline to the bar. You and Hoseok get a drink and survey the room, looking for your family. All of a sudden the hairs on the back of your neck stands up, a chill runs down your spine and Hoseok immediately notices your sudden behaviour change. 

"Yn, how lovely to see you again. It's been so long darling" you body stiffens knowing full well who the voice belongs to, Hoseok observes your reaction and he slips his arm around your waist. You relax a little when you feel Hoseok's arm around your waist and you lean into his warmth, taking a deep breath you turn to the man leering at you. You can feel his beady eyes roam your figure as he licks his lips bringing his drink to his lips and you almost vomit but manage to hold it back. 

"I thought I made myself clear last time, I'm not interested" you bite out and he steps closer to you, Hoseok seeing your discomfort steps in front of you stopping him in his tracks. He lets out a chuckle as he takes in the sight in front of him.

"Why so serious?" He drawls out slowly his voice a few octaves lower and that's enough to make you spring into action. You grab Hoseok by the back of his collar and yank him behind the bar with you, you can hear the machine gun firing. The glass shelves filled with glass bottles of liquor shatter sending the liquid flying everywhere and all over the body of the now-dead bartender. The screams of the people in the ballroom are deafening and the maniacal laugh of the supervillain isn't helping. You don't know what to do, Hoseok is currently wrapped around you protectively giving you no space to disappear to change but you know if you sit here any longer people will die. A groan escapes you when you realize what has to be done, you push Hoseok's arms away and grab his face. Your lips meet and it's like fireworks, you have no words to describe the way you feel right now but time is short. You reluctantly pull away, Hoseok goes to kiss you again but your hold on his face stops him.

"Please trust me and follow me" you beg him, leaning your forehead on his and his face scrunches up in confusion. He nods afraid making any sort of noise might attract more attention. You wait for the machine gun to run out of ammo so you can make a run for it. Then the sudden click and the barrage of bullets are drawn to a halt. Using this moment you drag Hoseok to his feet and run towards the hallway, your first priority being Hoseok's safety. You burst into the library, dropping the hold of his hand, walking over to the piano. 

"Yn, what the fuck are you doing?" Hoseok marches over to you to drag you out the back door but halts in his steps as you play the piano keys and the sudden click of a door opening draws his attention. The door leads to an elevator before Hoseok can question it, the commotion in the hallway has you pushing Hoseok into it and the doors seal shut behind them. He's about to speak again when the sound of doors opening again interrupts him and you step out tentatively. Your gaze stays focused on Hoseok, closely observing his reaction which at first is just plain confusion then as he looks around it morphs into curiosity and just flat out disbelief when he makes his way further in. He stands there mutely taking in the batmobile, the past robin suits on display and all the previous batman suits. His features scrunch up as he starts putting two and two together. All your strange behaviour like all the times he's noticed you sneaking in and out of the house. That one time he saw a katana in your room and all the numerous injuries. This would explain everything, he turns to you eyes filled with astonishment but you don't have time for this shit. 

"Stay here, don't move!" You yell at him taking off towards your suit, you rush to put it on all the while cursing yourself for not grabbing the new prototype suit your father gave you that would have initially saved you the hassle due to the suit's nanotech. 

"Wait," Hoseok grabs you by the arm when you run past him.

"Please stay, I'll explain everything when I get back" you don't want to waste time explaining all this to him right now. 

"No, no, I was just gonna say be careful" he kisses your forehead and lets your arm go. You smile slightly before taking off towards your bike, you jump on giving Hoseok one last look and put on your helmet speeding out. Hoseok watches your figure disappear out the heavy metal doors he assumes lead's outside when someone clears their throat behind him. 

"Mr Jung please feel free to have a seat and enjoy the show" Yoongi smirks at Hoseok's confusion and takes a seat in the leather chair in front of the monitors. 

The thought of leaving Hoseok alone and defenceless almost makes you turn around as you're speeding through the tunnel but the sound of Yoongi in your helmet stops you. 

"Your brothers and father are being held separately" Yoongi informs you and that's enough to have you speeding up, knowing he's there with Hoseok. The tires of your bike squeals as you do a sharp turn back towards the house as soon as the tunnel leads you out through the waterfall. You rev your bike to go faster, the mansion comes into your sight.

"Lounge" Yoongi's voice is calm, your bike smashes through the window of the lounge and screeches to a halt on the linoleum floor. The two goons with guns immediately train their guns on you ready to fire and you're on them before they can pull the trigger. You grab the gun of the one closest to you and hurl it at the other man effectively discombobulating him. Grabbing the back of his neck and bringing him down on your knee knocks the man out while the discombobulated man stumbles around. You grab the remaining goon and throw him out the other unbroken window. A chorus of thank you and the hostages are gone as you cut each one loose. You curse them for not checking or asking about anyone but ultimately not surprised by the rich bastard’s selfishness and kind of relieved. You brothers are there as well, you cut each one loose last and they stand rubbing their wrists. 

"suit up" and with that, the boys are off.

"I found Jin, he's still in the ballroom and it's surrounded. You're going to need all the help you can get '' Yoongi watches on the screen as Jin is being held at gunpoint along with a bunch of other guests. Hoseok is anxious even though he just watched you take out two armed men. Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook rush past them when they come back in their respective suits, Taehyung gives Hoseok a once over.

"Taehyung, we don't have time" Namjoon reminds him, he growls and follows Namjoon knowing you need help. They meet up with you upstairs and you've managed to do some recon. 

"We've got 10 armed guards outside the door, 20 inside and the hostages strapped with about 10 kgs of c4. So we split up and take 2 each. Crawl through the roof and take out the men inside. Stealth is key" you signal for Taehyung to follow you while Namjoon takes Jimin and Jungkook with him. You and Taehyung watch the four guards they're all within arms reach. You can't take them out before they alert someone inside. Taehyung holds up 3 fingers and signals to take them out. You go for the men on the farther left meanwhile Taehyung takes the men on the far right. You kick the feet out of one while grappling the other and they both fall. You punch the closest one knocking him out cold and slam the other guys face into the wall the crack of his skull is unmistakable. Taehyung on the other hand has a guy by the throat and kicked the guard through the wall. He suffocates the man in his hold and drops his limp body on the floor. You all meet up in front of the doors and before you can climb into the roof, the double doors to the ballroom slam open. The bone-chilling laugh echos through the house, well there's no turning back now. You walk through the doors cautiously knowing that he must be up to something. 

"Well, well, well if it isn't the bat kids. Black bat, Nightwing, Redhood, Red Robin and Robin. How nice of you to join us but where is the main attraction, WHERE IS BATMAN?" he strolls closer and bows in greeting smiling like a lunatic. 

"We're not here to play nice Joker, let the hostages go and we won't hurt you." Namjoon steps forward spinning his Escrima sticks and getting into an offensive stance. You hear Taehyung cocking his gun and you know what he's about to do. You run towards the Joker and kick him square in the chest effectively throwing him to the ground, his head connecting with the floor. You're on him before he can do anything and slam his head back into the floor. His body lays unmoving as you jump up to assist your brothers with the rest of the guards. You pull out your katana and launch it handle first at one, hitting him point blank and spin kick another. You whip out 3 Batarang and throw it at one guy that's firing at Jimin, disarming him. The commotion comes to an end when punches the last man in the throat and kick him. During that time Jungkook has managed to free the hostages and escort them outside. 

"The police are on their way you all should go change back" Jin walks over to Joker and checks for a pulse. Taehyung walks over and gets a hold of his collar getting ready to drag him away when Jin reaches out to him.

"What're you doing?" He asks confused. 

"What does it look like? I'm taking him into the cave holding cell." Taehyung replies as if it's obvious.

"No, the police are going to take him back to Arkham so they can treat him." Jin insists. 

"So he can escape again? There's no curing him, there's no cure for evil" the sirens of the police cruisers are getting louder and louder the closer they get to the mansion. No one moves a muscle, Taehyung and Jin glaring at each other. You hesitate a bit before putting your hand on Taehyung's hand that holds the Joker by the collar, his glare softens as he turns to you. 

"Let's just go Tae, please. We have to hurry" you insist softly trying to pry his hand from the Jokers collar. As soon as you feel his fingers release slowly you yank Joker away and set him on the floor cuffing his feet and wrists together. Taehyung's shoulders slump in defeat but you know he's fuming, his fists are clenched. 

"Tae-" he stalks off back towards the cave and you run to keep up with him. He brushes off your attempts at talking to him and makes his way to his bike, giving you one last look before speeding out of the cave. You sigh in defeat and slump. Hoseok watches the scene, jealousy rising in his gut. You walk over to Hoseok, the suit retreats into the bracelet, you take a moment to breathe.

"Okay so I have some explaining to do, don't I?" You rub the back of your neck nervously. 

"You don't have to do anything, there's nothing to explain, darling." Hoseok caresses your cheek softly and you lean into touch, grateful for him not pushing you for an explanation. 

"How about instead I explain everything over dinner this week?" You suggest shyly closing your eyes. Hoseok smiles softly and leans his head on yours. His lips brush yours. 

"I would love that" 

[malevolent-spirit]

ok this has been in my drafts for well over a year and im sick of seeing it so im just gonna post it. first lore post yeehaw

Deep in the Viridian Labyrinth, a clan tells its hatchlings stories of old gods, older than the first dragons. Direct descendants of The Eleven, with powers unparalleled by modern dragonkind.

This story is about a young god of wealth, known for his charm. With his quick wit and charismatic personality, he talked his way into getting what he wanted as often as he did to get out of trouble. He would woo god and goddess alike, having many lovers at any given moment. Not a single one truly captured his heart, though, and he was left with an emptiness that he couldn't fill. He thought that perhaps what he sought was a companion with whom he could share everything with. Yet, despite his best efforts, he never met anyone who rose to his standards. He decided to visit an old witch to ask for help. He tried to coax a solution to his loneliness out of her for free, giving many compliments and promises he didn't intend to keep. She, like so many others, fell to his charms and agreed, but warned that the price was great. The god waved her warning off, and she began her work on the spell needed. The witch needed rare ingredients, sending him off to find them all while she made the necessary preparations. After many long moons of hunting the items down, he returned, eager to find purpose in his life. The witch took the ingredients from the god and dropped them in a cauldron, murmuring ancient words from a worn tome. The room darkened, the air grew stagnant and thick. Shadows danced in the edges of his vision. The space in the cottage warped as colors not seen on that plane in a millennia glittered in and out of existence. Once she finished her chant, she paused to stir the pot. She dipped a claw in the brew, then traced symbols on his face, arms, and wings. The witch’s irises darkened as she said the final word, activating the spell. The runes glowed white, burning into his skin. He screamed in agony, clawing frantically at the runes, trying to stop the pain. He tore long slashes along his face in his desperation. The spell began its work. His skull was the first thing that changed. It hardened into wood, saving only his eyes from the grotesque transformation. Two thorn-covered horns sprouted from his scalp, reaching all the way down to his tail. His screams turned to harsh coughing as smoke pooled in his lungs. Unable to breathe, he writhed on the ground, clawing at the air. The witch peered down at him. In a gravelly voice, she spoke over him, "I warned you the cost was great. What this spell revealed to me was that your heart is incapable of loving another. My magic has given you what you deserve; any love or passion you once were able to feel is now gone. You will be a specter, wandering aimlessly and lost in the pain your greed caused. "But, I made a deal with you, and I will keep it. You will meet your perfect companion,“ She hissed, “but in your current state, they won’t adore you. At the sight of your monstrous form, they will run in fear. Your only chance to heal your heart will be ruined. This is your curse, your fate." Blood trickled into his eyes, blinding him, but not before he saw her blow thick smoke around him. He felt the ground beneath his claws shift as his vision failed. He fell for what felt like an hour, consumed by searing pain and fear, before crashing into water. Intense pain overwhelmed his senses. He thrashed uselessly as he tried in vain to swim towards the surface. He opened his eyes to better see which direction was up, but found that he couldn't see. He sank, his lungs burning, with no way of knowing how to get out. He couldn't breathe. Couldn’t think. He made one more kick before succumbing to darkness. When the god next awoke, he was still underwater, his lungs still burning, his scales still bleeding where it hadn't transformed into wood. He tried to scream, to cry, to swim. His nerves begin to numb after what felt like an eternity, his grip on reality slowly fading. Despite his lack of oxygen, the spell wouldn't let him die. Each time he passed out, he would wake once more in greater pain. Many moons passed, and the magic slowly started to change his body. He grew gills and small fins, and his eyes became adjusted to the darkness of the water. The slashes had turned into scars. His burns were soothed by the cold water, the runes solidifying into what appeared to be gold that melded with his scales. He adjusted, accepting his state. He floated for what seemed like an eternity, pondering his future and his curse, while becoming numb to the pain. One day, he was pulled out of his state by a feeling, a need. With his new mutations, he swam in the direction of the distant surface. He broke out of the water, coughing and spluttering at the sudden change to air. The sun blinded him, making him squint blearily around for any sign of land. He spotted a jungle in the distance, and, ducking his head underwater, swam quickly towards it. By the time he reached the shore, the sun had reached a little past midday, now bearing down harshly. The god stumbled to the edge of the jungle, seeking relief from the light. He laid down beneath a large tree, exhausted and struggling to breathe. The lack of air his gills were receiving finally caused darkness to crawl at the edge of his vision. Several days passed before he woke under the full moon. The curse had made his fins and gills vanish while he was unconscious. There was a pleasant coolness in the air, now rid of the glare of the sun.

The god felt it again, that need, and was drawn further into the forest. He came to a small pond, the surface smooth as glass. He was about to drink from it when he noticed his disfigured reflection. He drew back in horror, claws touching his mask-like face and tracing the gold. He wept, overcome with the loss of his beautiful body, now gazing at his scales, his elongated claws, his maw in disgust. Too soon, he acknowledged his monstrous visage and his fate: someone cursed with the torture of loneliness with no respite. Something in him snapped. His horror dulled to apathy, his fear turned to glee at his immortality. He wanted to test his power out. A rustle behind him made him whip his head around. There was a pack of white wolves, drawn by his scent of salt and old blood. He grinned viciously. He leaped at the nearest one, ripping his teeth into its neck. The rest sprinted away from the god, surprised and terrified at the sudden show of violence. He dropped the wolf from his jaws, looking down in satisfaction. He watched as dark blood dripped from his mouth and claws before returning to the pond to wash it off. Looking at his reflection once more, he noted instead how his old clothes had become torn and ragged, the color washed out. With a sneer, he knew that he was now every bit a monster that the witch had intended him to be- and he loved it. His old love for life and abundance withered, replaced with a desire to kill. His steps were lighter, quieter, making hunting easy. It wasn't long until he discovered clans of longneck and centaurs. Stories were told of a monster in the woods, stalking individuals through many nights before eventually striking. They spoke of the torture the misty specter put its victims through, of its laugh and how it echoed and enveloped anyone who heard it. Nights of the new moon were in particular dangerous, the lack of natural light made for perfect hunting conditions. The tales eventually reached nearby dragon clans, and after some went missing without a trace in the forests, they turned to horror stories told to hatchlings. The god became a legend, a feeling of unease on dark nights. Centuries later, he came across a mysterious dragon, alone in the woods. Curiously, she wasn't weary or anxious as all others were; she appeared to be at peace. She was sitting underneath an old willow tree, her head tilted up to the moon. She had white cloths wrapped around her, a pair of old root-like horns with birds resting on them, and ornate jewelry decorating her body. He knew immediately that this was the companion he was fated to meet, and to inevitably scare away. He no longer felt sadness or loss, however, and treated her as any other creature to cross his path. The mist around him swirled, thickening with malicious delight, crawling towards the hooded dragon. She turned to look at him as he laughed darkly. She didn't cower or scream at the spirit in front of her. In fact, the only sign that she was staring at him was a prickling sensation on the back of his neck that one gets when being watched. He sneered as he realized she was not afraid of him. Well, not yet. Grinning at the thought of her fear, he became determined to draw out her terror and get a reaction before killing her. He didn't expect her to speak. "Why is such a sad creature like you wandering the woods so late at night?" She whispered in a voice young and unimaginably old at the same time, and tilted her head. He was taken aback at the pity, but didn't show it. Instead, his grin widened to reveal sharp, bloody teeth, and replied, "I am afraid I don't see how I am the sad one, when I am not the one trying to talk to the monster in front of me as if it would spare me." He tapped his claw on his chin in mock thoughtfulness before rasping out, "Unless you don't see me as a threat? Oh, that would be very naive of you, my dear. Do you know how many beings have crossed my path, only for them to die in horrific, delightful agony?" He chuckled before answering, not waiting for an answer, "All of them. So, tell me, why are you so calm?" He had come close enough to make out the faint lines of her face, noting her neutral expression with distaste. She was silent, considering the specter in front of her. She was old enough to be able to read the gold runes from under his rags and fur, and knew that he was cursed long ago. She could guess at his torment, at his loneliness and his current mental state. The goddess came to a decision and, before he could act, tackled him to the ground. Thick roots shot out of the earth and tied him down. He snarled, struggling under the grip of the cloaked dragon. "I do not think you know who I am, lost one. Have you heard of Spring? Summer? Of the goddesses of life?" The roots tightened. "Do you have any idea who you were planning on trying to torture for your amusement?" Her voice changed from a whisper to deep and powerful, the trees shaking with her words. He drew back from her piercing gaze, and grew fearful of the goddess in front of him. He was angry at his fear, at his weakness, and scowled, but grew still. She recognized his submission, releasing him. The roots retreated, freeing his body. He drew up cautiously, bowing his head slightly in defeat. "Why not try to kill me if you know what I am? I'm sure you've heard the stories of what I've done, who I am." He growled. She tilted her head again, "I know of your curse." He peered at her before she continued. "I can read the runes on your skin. They tell me of your selfishness, and what it cost you. I assume you were drawn to me tonight because I am the companion in the spell, yes?" She studied his expression, and seeing his eyebrows knit together she continued, "You are fated to yearn for my companionship, but while you assume I will run from you, I will merely distance myself. You will follow me wherever I go, but never have the fulfillment that a close bond would give. Thus, you will continue to be alone in your heart, no matter how hard you try or what you do. The curse will be followed in this way. However, because you won't be able to will yourself away from my side, you will never be left to your own devices. I will watch you and make sure you don't harm anyone else." He knew as she said these words that she was right. He would never be able to leave her side. In that moment, he turned bitterly cold. The ground at his feet grew cold as ice, frost spreading out around his claws. Antheia noticed, and was amused that there was now a new god of winter, but even more so at the fact that he was chained to her, a goddess of spring and summer.

[sunyoonandstars]

✨Linked✨ || BTS Soulmate AU Series || You x !Soulmate! Yoongi | You x Jimin || Part 14

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Credit goes to the lovely @789cream for creating this beautiful moodboard for my series.Thanks again!

Pairing You x !Soulmate! Yoongi You x Jimin

Word count 3.706

‘siblings’, according to age: Namjoon, Jimin, y/n, Taehyung (you grew up living in the same foster home as implied in earlier parts of this series) 

fluff, angst

Key: y/sh/n = your ship’s name

Eventually, after years of successfully having avoided it, you have come across your soulmate. An ominous stranger of whom you know no more than the back of his head, his phone number and that he works as a part-time barista at your (former) favorite coffee shop. Having been pressured by a friend into contacting him, things start to get complicated. Because your heart already belongs to another. And the last thing you want is for your soul to find its one, true, destined mate …

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

― Plato, The Symposium

Soulmates.

You had always dreaded the day on which the birthmark on your left wrist would suddenly start itching, whereas for most people the moment their one and only destined soulmate’s name was supposed to reveal itself, burning under their skin, couldn’t seem to come soon enough.

Foolish romantics.

Because once both sides acknowledge their destined soulmate, a connection forms which can never be undone. Not even by death.

Who in their right mind would voluntarily bind their soul to that of another for life? To share their every joy and hurt and be faithful until they take their very last breath without even having a choice? To suffer indescribable agony once the other one exits this life and be left in utter loneliness, so bottomlessly deep nothing will ever be able to fill it again, causing you physical pain and insanity?  

That’s right. Not you. Especially, because your heart already belongs to someone else … Does it though?

Chapter 14

You get progressively anxious as the hours pass and the time at which you’re supposed to meet up with the ever so mysterious Min Suga approaches. Maybe a little too quickly for your taste. 

Truth be told, you face the reencounter with mixed emotions. Especially since your heart is still in turmoil after your falling-out with Jimin. 

You still can’t believe he’d actually threaten Suga, a man who didn’t do much more than accompany his injured girlfriend to the Emergency Room, in a manner so childish and on display for the whole world to see. You wonder what got into him as you pack up your things and leave the lecture hall, just having finished your last class for today. 

Your heartbeat increasingly accelerates with each step you take towards your designated rendezvous point under the old cherry tree by the campus’ main building. And you’re not even sure what it is that leads your pulse to race. 

Is it only because you’re anxious about showing a virtual stranger your creative works? Because you chose a few samples that are probably a little too revealing? Showing your deepest fears and emotions, making you vulnerable? But that’s what expressing oneself through art is all about, in the end. And it’s nothing new or unfamiliar to you at this point. So that shouldn’t be it. 

Is it Suga himself, maybe? The mere thought of seeing him again? Of looking into those deep dark eyes of his? Or the memory of feeling his warmth against your skin when he wrapped his arms around you to lead you out of harm's way as your head rested all too comfortably against his chest? 

No. No way. That can’t be it. That shouldn’t be it. How dare you think of another man like that when Jimin is most likely beating himself up over your fight this very second? 

No, y/n. Get your head on straight. You’re not swooning over some vague rapper you’ve literally only ever met once. This meeting and the collaboration you’re about to do with Suga are simply meant as a gesture of gratitude so the two of you will be even again and you can focus on fixing things with Jimin. That’s it. Period. 

Still, you can’t help but hold your breath for a few seconds as the handsome musician finally comes in sight. 

Damn. 

Those pastel pink blossoms go perfectly with his mint green hair. And that posture. That jawline. Those piercing black eyes. His whole aura. It hits you like a truck. 

Get a grip, y/n!, you scold yourself, forcing a smile as you wave at Suga to get his attention. 

Involuntarily, you stop cold in your step the instant his eyes eventually shoot up from his phone’s screen to find yours. 

A smile stretches across Suga’s face as he recognizes you, proceeding to take off his headphones and start walking towards you, his stride smooth but his posture in no way showing signs of haughtiness. In bright daylight he looks even paler, you notice. Probably because he spends most of his time behind closed doors, locked in his studio. 

„Hey!“, he greets you when he finally comes to a halt before you, his grin so broad now even his gums are showing. 

Cute, you catch yourself thinking. 

„Hey“, you repeat after him, your voice cracking, sounding unusually rough, almost getting stuck somewhere halfway down your throat. 

„How — How are you?“, Suga asks, shoving both his hands deep into the pockets of his loose, worn-out denims. „I mean, did you sleep all right? Later on, after we texted? And how’s your hand? Wait. Let me see that.“ 

Before you know it, he gently takes your bandaged hand into his in the middle of the square for all to see, going on to carefully inspect the wound dressing. A few of your classmates pass you by, whispering, peering at you blatantly, whispering, one of the girls even going so far as to point her finger. 

Only when you demonstratively clear your throat and Suga looks up to discover your cheeks had turned a bright pink does he realize what he’s done and immediately let’s go of your hand, burying his in the pockets of his jeans again. 

„Sorry”, he mumbles, averting his eyes in obvious embarrassment at his imprudent action. “But the bandage looks fine. It didn’t start bleeding again?“

„I don’t think so“, you shake your head. „I’m all right. But what about you. Your ribs. Did you get hurt last night when — You know.“ 

He seems puzzled by your concern for his wellbeing. 

„Me? I’m okay.“

„Are you sure?“ 

You could swear you just witnessed his hand subconsciously wander upwards towards his right side.

„Yeah. It’s nothing. Just a bruise. I’m good. I swear.“ 

Still not entirely convinced, you realize that you’re going to have to put up with his deception for now, since there’s obviously no point in probing him any further. 

„So, we’re both well. Awesome.“ 

You’re almost sure he takes note of your sarcastic undertone. Yet, Suga merely nods in agreement, avoiding eye contact. 

„So, shall we get going?“, he asks, tilting his head, eying you intently now, an ambiguous smirk playing on his rosy lips. 

„Go? Where?“

„Well, you weren’t planning on spread out your drawings right here in the dirt for me to look at them, were you?“

You eagerly shake your head. 

„That’s what I thought. So, let’s go to my studio. It’s quiet there and private. We won’t be disturbed and your art will be safe from prying eyes.“ He smiles. 

„Only if that’s okay for you, though“, Suga quickly adds, doubt leading his brows to furrow as he notes your initial puzzlement. 

„Of course“, you croak out as soon as you regain your composure, avoiding Suga’s intense gaze and feeling your heart skip a beat at the idea of spending time with him alone, just the two of you. You’re not sure if it’s excitement or anxiety that gets a grip of your heart and lets your stomach do somersaults as you follow him towards the building complex in which most of the practice rooms and studios for students of Music and Dance are situated. 

You hadn’t set foot in the Performing Arts’ main building ever since Namjoon had finished his studies about a year ago. Entering it again now, side by side with the enigmatic rapper, it all seems so different. The air-conditioned breeze welcoming you as the two of you enter the foyer feels electrifying instead of dry and cold like you remembered it, every single particle of the air seeming to dance across your skin, leaving it tingling. 

„I’m just gonna have to check in before we use the studio and get a key“, Suga explains as you watch him head for some kind of a reception desk behind which a middle-aged man is softly snoring, leaning back in his chair, unwrapped Snicker’s bar still clutched in his hand.

You just nod and wait in the middle of the hall for him to return. Anxiously pressing your portfolio to your chest, your heart still pounding, you observe Suga’s every move and can’t help but grin to yourself when you witness him kicking the sleeping clerk’s shoe repeatedly in order to wake him up. 

„Here it is. My sanctuary. Feel honored to be one of the first human beings to ever be allowed entry.“ 

Wide-eyed, you stare back at Suga, who’s watching your reaction, his eyes bright with amusement and affection as he steps inside the small, dark room, its soundproof walls lined with black shelves filled with records and equipment.

„Are you serious?“ 

„Yes“, he solemnly nods, biting his lip to keep it from smiling, it appears. „I never let anybody in here. And nobody wants to come anyway. So…“ 

„Really? I thought you guys, like, shared studios and all?“

„Nope. Not me. I’m one of the top students here. Not to brag. But I’m about to be signed by a rather big label.“

Suga shrugs as if it’s nothing. But you definitely spot a spark light up the deep dark pools of his brown orbs at the idea of the things his future in the music business holds in store for him.

„So … are you sure you want me in here? Am I not, I don’t know, gonna disturb your creative energies or something?“ 

You lift one foot across the door sill but hesitate and pull it back immediately. 

„Yes. Of course. I’m sure“, he chuckles. „Otherwise I wouldn’t have invited you, stupid.“ 

Suga literally flinches as soon as he realizes what he just called you, eyes round, one hand shooting up to cover his mouth. Instead of holding his little insult against him, though, a stifled laugh is your immediate response, and you’re pretty sure you take to him even more now. 

„It’s all right“, you brush off his apparent concern. „Really. Call me all the names you want. Cursing is fine, too. My b—“ You stop in mid-sentence, the word boyfriend simply refusing to leave your lips. „Most people I know always treat me so carefully. As if I’m made of glass or something. Even though I curse all the time. I really don’t know what it is about me that makes them think I need to be handled with kid gloves.“ 

“Well, maybe they see something in you that’s so precious it needs to be protected. At all times. And at all costs.”

You shrug your shoulders, breathing a sigh. Still leaning against the doorframe to Suga’s studio, your gaze remains fixed on the floor and avoiding his, since you are well aware of the fact that your cheeks are burning and your eyes well up once more. 

In horror, you watch the ground start to spin beneath your feet.  

Suddenly, it’s just all too much.

Everything comes back all at once.

The words Jimin threw at you. The things you said to him. The events of last night. The questions and feelings you had bottled up for months now. Your Soulmate’s questions. 

What the hell are you so afraid of?

Yes. Exactly. What are you so afraid of, y/n? 

Of actually being loved for who you are? 

„So, are you just gonna keep standing there all night?“, Suga’s words let you jolt from your thoughts. 

You can’t bring yourself to lift your glance or react in any way, though, afraid to lose control and break out in tears once he gets a better look at you and recognizes the storm that’s currently raging behind your brittle facade. 

„Come on. Come on in, will you? Hmm, y/n?“, he coaxes, the tone of his raspy voice serious and ever so soft all of a sudden. 

Next thing you know, you can feel one of his hands gently grab you by your arm and guide you inside. Suga then places you on a black sofa next to his work desk before he goes on to close the door and squat in front of you. 

„What is it? What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong? Or is this uncomfortable for you, y/n?“, he inquires, his words resonating with genuine worry. 

„Come on, please look at me. Can you do that?“

He leans in closer, placing his hands each on one of your knees, his warmth seeping through the fabric of your jeans being of unknown comfort. 

At this point, you have to hold your breath in order to keep the tears inside. However, you are unable to prevent your body from being shaken by suppressed sobs. 

„I’m so sorry, y/n. What is it? Please, tell me! What did I do? Is this too much? Should we have gone to a café or something instead? This isn’t what you think it is, though. I would never —“

„It’s — It’s not you. It’s not because of you. It really isn’t. I swear. It’s — It’s just — I —“, you barely manage to get out the words as the tears start freely streaming down your hot cheeks, blurring your vision of Suga who now takes your face into his hands to get you to look at him. 

„It’s okay. All right? Just breathe. Breathe with me, y/n. Close your eyes and take a deep breath.“

You do as you’re told, focusing on the sensation of Suga’s skin against yours and the sound of his calm breathing and soothing voice. 

„Now. In. And out. Long, deep breaths. In. And out. And let it all out. Everything. Don’t be ashamed. Just cry if you need to. It’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.“ 

Somehow, his words seem to flick a switch. Promptly, you start sobbing uncontrollably, allowing Suga to pull you close, gladly resting your head on his shoulder and burying your tear-streaked face in his soft jumper. 

„Ssssshhh, it’s all right. It’s all right, y/n. Just let it all out.“

And you do. You really can’t stop yourself it at this point, even if you wanted to. You don’t care any longer what Suga might think of you. In your heart and mind, there is no room for these kinds of mundane concerns. 

All you can and want to feel right now is the warmth of Suga’s hug as he gently pulls you against his chest and starts rubbing your back, one hand tenderly running over your hair, his movements tranquilizing, his presence and closeness oddly reassuring. You don’t feel like he is a stranger when Suga now carefully lowers your body into a lying position on his sofa, placing a pillow under your head, one of his hands still stroking your neck in a calming manner. 

„But — Your album — The collab — I — I need to —“, you meekly protest, struggling to sit up again. Suga, however, gently presses you back down into the sofa’s cushions. 

„Just close your eyes, y/n. And rest. Don’t worry about the collab. There’s still enough time. You don’t need to deal with that now. How about you take a rest instead, hmm?“

There is no strength left in you to argue with him, so you decide to give in, simply nestle into the pillow and let him cover you with a cozy blanket, your eyelids fluttering shut of their own accord and your head becoming heavier by the second as you are encompassed by Suga’s scent emanating from the upholstery. You wonder how many nights he must have spent holed up in this tiny room, all alone, only his music keeping him company, as you slowly drift off to sleep. 

Damn, Yoongi can’t help but think to himself. 

This situation couldn’t have turned out any worse. Yet, at the same time, things couldn’t have gone much better for him. 

Of course, he hates to see you so broken up about God knows what. But on the other hand, your trust and apparent reliance on his comfort fill his heart with the warmth it has been missing for far too long. 

Smiling fondly, Yoongi watches you sleep. Your beautiful face, previously having been contorted by pain and worry, now looks so peaceful it’s almost too much for his heart to bear. He can feel it twist in his chest, having trouble to resist the urge to place a kiss on your forehead as he leans down to most gingerly extract his hand from in between your neck and the pillow where it’s been stuck for minutes now, careful not to disturb your rest in the process. Just as his operation is about to succeed, though, your hand suddenly shoot up and takes a hold of his wrist before you go on to comfortable nestle your head into Yoongi’s palm with a soft hum. 

„Great“, he whispers to himself, hardly stifling a chuckle, excited by the idea that you might actually feel so comfortable with him, you won’t let him leave your side tonight. 

Even though it’s still early in the evening and he was planning on getting some work on one of his new songs done tonight, Yoongi can’t bring himself to break free from your tight clutch and eventually decides to give in and lie down next to you on the floor, your head still resting on his hand. 

Grinning like an idiot, he’s sure, Yoongi tries to get comfortable on the cold linoleum, careful not to put too much pressure on his injured rib. To be honest, though, he does neither mind the pain nor the inconvenience. Simply knowing that he was, somehow, indeed able to give you some comfort and temporary peace and that he can fall asleep by your side is well worth the stiff neck he’s, in all likelihood, going to have to deal with in the morning.

He’s just about to doze off when he the sudden sound of a phone repeatedly vibrating draws his attention and pulls Yoongi back out of a pleasant semi-sleep. 

Quickly, yet cautiously, his free hand searches the deep pocket of your hoodie jacket for the cause of this disturbance, soon coming across your smartphone which ceases to vibrate the very second Yoongi is about to take the call in your place. 

Not meaning to intrude into your privacy, he can’t help but skim through the notifications popping up on the lock screen.

Two missed calls from Namjoon, a bunch of messages from some guy named Hoseok. 

Five unread texts from Taehyung and one missed call from the same. He must’ve been the one having called just now, Yoongi figures. But it’s really none of his business and he should refrain from meddling with yours. 

The moment he is about to set your phone down on the floor, however, it starts vibrating again, Taehyung’s face flashing up on screen. After pondering how to handle this situation, Yoongi finally determines it would be best for everyone involved if he would take the call and, in doing so, prevent this mess he’s currently in from becoming even more complicated than it already is by worrying Taehyung unnecessarily. 

„Y/n?”, his young colleague’s voice sounds from the phone’s speaker as soon as Yoongi answers it. “Why didn’t you reply to any of my texts? Is everything all right?“ 

„Well, that’s — I’m, uhmm —“ Yoongi has to clear his throat before he can start anew, lowering his voice to a whisper. „Y/n is currently unavailable.“

„What the hell’s that supposed to mean?“, Taehyung snaps back without hesitation. „And who are you even?“

„Doesn’t matter. Just, don’t worry. She’s asleep, all right? She’s … okay.“

„Yoongi!? Is that you?“

Damn. Just about now Yoongi is starting to regret his decision. 

„Well, I guess there’s no point in denying it now, is there?“ 

“You’re with her? Right now? Seriously? Damn, you’re quick.”

Yoongi leans away from you as far as possible so as not to interfere with your peaceful slumber and casts one last scrutinizing glance over his shoulder to make sure you’re still asleep before he turns away again and resumes talking. 

„Tae, let’s not make a big deal of this, okay?“, he hisses into your phone’s receiver, disrupting the younger one’s muttering. „We were working on a collaboration for one of my classes and she just started crying out of the blue. I swear, I didn’t do anything. I have no idea what the fuck happened. So I simply comforted her and helped her calm down so she’d get some rest, that’s all.“ 

„Well, in that case, I guess I should thank you for taking such good care of her. I mean it, Hyung. Y/n needs someone like you. Because there are some things she can’t talk to me about. Because, you know, our relations are kinda … complicated sometimes, with Jimin, Namjoon, her and myself having grown up together and all. And not under ideal conditions, I’d say.“ 

„Oh.“

„Yeah. But that’s a story for another time. For now, just make sure she’s okay, please? Because the thing with Jimin is really running her hard, I guess.“ 

„What happened? With her and Jimin?“ 

Yoongi has trouble hiding his excitement at the notion of trouble in paradise. 

He can hear Taehyung sigh and pause at the other end of the phone, most likely wondering whether it’s a wise idea to bring Yoongi into the loop. 

„I’m not sure if it’s my place to tell you“, he finally continues. „But they … kinda fought after you left last night. It was bad, I guess. Well, by their standards at least. Y/n was really hurt. And he’s being an asshole right now.  But that shouldn’t be news to you.“ 

„Not really, no“, Yoongi scoffs, his mind going back to that ridiculous Facebook status update in which that guy practically openly threatened him. Not to mention the almost-fistfight that occurred last night in the stairwell of your apartment building. 

„But he’s not always like that, our Jiminie. Honestly. I’m not sure what’s gotten into him lately. I guess his acting out has something to do with the whole soulmate business.“

„So, basically, what you’re saying is that this is my fault? Her being heartbroken and all?“

Guilt immediately spreads throughout Yoongi's aching chest, leading his heart to convulse and his throat to tighten as his eyes start wandering until they come to a rest on your ravishing features, an innocent half-smile tugging at your rosy lips in your unaware tranquility. 

„Nah. Don’t worry too much, Yoongi-Hyung. They weren’t working recently, Jimin and her. They just didn’t have time to realize that since he was always away, touring with his dance company. She wasn’t happy lately. Not for months. I think she actually came close to ending things with him at one point, but knowing him he did or said something terribly sweet and caring and she decided to overlook all the areas in which their relationship was lacking. What can I say? Love isn’t easy. Unless you find your one, true, destined soulmate, of course.“ 

„Yeah, sure“, Yoongi mumbles absentmindedly, his gaze still fixed on you. „Anyway. I gotta go, Tae. I don’t wanna wake her up. But no word of this to anyone or I’m gonna kill you. Literally.“ 

„All right, all right“, Taehyung chuckles in response. „I’m team y/sh/n, remember? I’m rooting for you, Hyung.“

„Thanks a lot.“

„One day you’ll actually mean it. You’re gonna thank me and actually mean it. Mark my words!“  

„Yeah, yeah. Bye.“

„Bye. See you tomorrow. Don’t be late, or I’m gonna kill you.“ 

„As if.“ 

With those words, Yoongi ends the call and turns off your phone to avoid further disruptions before he, once more, gets as comfortable as possible next to you and his worn-out sofa and eventually falls asleep to the dulcet sound of your calm breathing. 

END OF CHAPTER 14 || TO BE CONTINUED

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it so far and this chapter didn’t disappoint. 😌 

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No one's gonna stick the pieces together for you

Camilla

Name: Shira Omuraliev

Id number: -05

Birth: October 19th, 1991

Arrival: February 4th, 2000

Gender: Female

Room number: 5

Nationality: American

Specialities: Transformation

Languages spoken: English.

History: Born in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania to Aibek and Azra Omuraliev. Has two siblings, her twin sister Dinara and younger brother Devin whom she has not met. Started using her powers in late 1999 and joined the Organization a couple months later.

That was all that stood on the first page in the book. Two pictures were plastered on the left side of the page, one of a young girl that must be Shira when she arrived. The other looked as if it could have been taken yesterday. She was wearing that same gold eyeliner and her short black hair looked wild. I stared at the pictures for a long while, looking at her smile, her eyes, her hair. Young Shira had long, straight black hair. There was something about these two pictures that irked me deeply. Maybe it was seeing a younger version of somebody I had just met, making her somehow seem more real. This picture of Shira from years ago was proof that she was a person with a life and a story to tell. She had big teeth and was wearing a red t-shirt with butterflies on. She was just a kid, and already she had come to this place. Already she had begun controlling the world around her. She had grown so much, still looking at the newer picture, it was clear that she was still young. There was still a child inside of her, longing to be set free. I saw it in the way she lined her eyes in that shimmering gold, the way her hair had both grown shorter, but also wilder.

There was more to Shira than I had first thought. I needed to know who she had been four years ago when Javier and Miriam were killed. I needed to start somewhere, I needed to dig deep into everything about her if I wanted to know if she could have done it, and as I had just learned a few hours ago, nothing was impossible.

When I heard knocking on my door, I was sure it must be Shira. She had shown me around yesterday, so why shouldn’t she also be the one to check up on me today? However, when I opened the door, I wasn't greeted by a black bob cut, but a cloud of golden curls. Erika was fidgeting with her silk skirt as I looked her up and down.

“Good morning,” She said cheeringly. “It’s time for breakfast, then we’ll begin lessons”

“Lessons?” I asked bewildered as I followed her down the hall to the elevator

“Didn’t Shira mention?” Erika asked me. “Well, you are supposed to receive lessons by everyone, starting with me today”

“For the whole day?”

“No, you’ll get plenty of free time to roam.” Erika answered as the doors opened to the Kitchen and Common Room. “But after dinner we have obligatory training on floor 14”

“What's on floor 14 again?” I asked as we sat down by the kitchen table.

“That’s the maze,” Erika said. “Adi and Shira are turning it into a city so we can practice urban combat and chase.”

“Is it really clever to make everybody compete with each other?” I asked as I sipped the mug of coffee Erika had handed me, then I continued, clarifying: “After yesterday’s dinner?”

“Clever? No, not if you asked me,” Erika answered truthfully. “Necessary? Yes, if you asked Adi”

“How long till I’ll meet your leader?”

“Depends,” Erika said with a sly smile, a beckoning for me to remember a conversation we’d been a part of a few days ago. “Adi is a busy man, but maybe if you ask nicely he’ll let you visit him in his workshop”

“So your leader is too busy to meet your newest member?” I asked, then leaned over the table to punctuate what I was about to say. “Or does he just not care enough to bother?”

If you asked me, I wouldn’t be able to tell you how I knew to strike where I did. The truth is, I sensed something about Erika and the way she said Adi’s name, like she was uttering the name of a god long forgotten. She was the only one who said his name like that, like it meant more than any other word in every other language. It made me believe that she felt strongly about the guy. It made me think that if I ever said something rude about him, she’d take offense to it.

That’s why I let my mouth run.

Erika smiled at me, unbothered. The only thing indicating her irritation was her fingers that wrapped a little tighter around her own mug of coffee. “Adi cares, but he sometimes gets a little stuck in his study”

“Why don't we go down and visit him, then?” I asked with no idea of why I was going this far to meet another new face when I was already exhausted from all the new faces I had met.

“Like I said,” Erika chirped. “We would have to ask nicely”

“We are not allowed in the workshops?”

“We are not allowed in his workshop.” I could see the gentle lines and sweet smile begin to fade on Erika’s face, into a tired annoyance. A triumph. She continued: “And why do you even want to visit him so badly? You’ll get your chance soon enough to see him”

I didn't know why I wanted to see him. To see who was the mastermind behind my kidnapping? To meet the most powerful of the most powerful? Adi was their leader, he must be more powerful then the others, more wise. Or maybe I just want answers.

I don't have any questions on my mind, I am perfectly question free. I am the only one who knows who I am. Still I seek answers, seek purpose. A reasoning.

I don't know.

I don't know what I am seeking, I just know that I have been grasping towards something my entire life and being here, seeing magic unfold inside of myself, it all makes me feel like I am close to finding what I was looking for all that time. I desperately want to close my hand and feel my own life inside of it, and I thought Adi might be the key for me to do so. When in a castle, you go to the king for purpose, not his servants.

“I just do,” I tell Erika, a truthful lie. The kind of lie I have a talent for telling.

“Let’s wait till after your lesson” Erika said with a force behind her words. I close my mouth and look down into my food.

The entirety of Floor Ten is dedicated to training. There is a big empty room with swords and other tools for fighting are lined along the wall. Inside another room is a swimming pool, which I found strange, seeing as we are surrounded by water already.

We entered a small room with a round table in the middle and a whiteboard covering an entire wall.

“Sit down, please.” Erika said, so I did. “Welcome to your first theory lesson.”

I got up right away. I am not here to listen to Erika ramble on about magic while I just sit quietly. I wanted to practice, I wanted to use magic.

“Camilla sit down, please” Erika said again, still with that polite tone but now with more power behind it, so I sat down. I didn't mean to sit down, it just sort of happened. I look up at Erika and she is smiling at me, all sunshine and goldm and I want to tear the smile of her face. I was beginning to figure out that Erika’s smile was unwavering. I knew I was getting on her nerves, I could see that clearly in the way her hands gripped the back of the chair she was standing behind, but still she continued to smile at me.

“I don't want to be here,” I said plain and simple.

“You’ll get to use your powers for the rest of your life,” Erika wheddled. “But it’ll be easier if you know what you are doing. This isn’t just fun and games. We are born with the power to tamper with the universe, don't you think we owe the world to be careful with those powers?”

I didn’t care about the world, I just wanted to know myself. I didn't say as much to Erika but instead folded by hands and waited for her to get on with the lesson.

The lesson lasted until lunch, with no breaks. It was easy stuff, mostly Erika talking about how our powers and the universe works, with only a few mentions of the kind of missions the Organization sent it’s Tethered on, but for a girl like me who has not been in school for four years, I was suddenly reminded of how hard it is to sit still and listen for a prolonged time.

According to Erika, the magic we used was the thing that bound the universe together and made things happen. It’s that happening that we control, that we use to run fast or swim further or light up the world. Few people have this power, and it is unpredictable who gets to be born with the powers. She said the last part like she was answering a question I had yet to say out loud, and when she did I realized it was one of the questions inside of me. Why was I picked? Why me?

The Organization is a funny thing to me. It’s old, older than I can properly grasp, and it’s sole purpose is to protect humankind. That means also protecting Earth. The Organization is led by an elected Tethered, that being the mysterious Adi at the moment. Adi, born in 1770, is the oldest member of the Organization, but he is not the oldest known Tethered.

Erika explained that it takes time to learn new powers, which is why it’s a general rule that the older a Tethered is, the more dangerous.

“But age isn't the only thing that makes us more powerful.” Added Erika. “We all have a bucket, which we use to draw magic from the well of the universe. Imagine if you used your bucket, but gave whatever was in it to someone else. Someone who already knows how to drink the water.”

“Sounds very wise,” I admitted “But I don’t really get it”

“Well,” Erika offered “Point is we can boost each others powers. It’s usually done by physical contact, like holding hands. It’s one of the reasons the Organization is so effective. Drifters have to rely on their own powers and knowledge, but we can share those things.”

“If that’s true, how are the Drifters even benefiting from being alone?” I speculated aloud.

Erika’s eyes lit up. “That is a good question. Why stay alone when you could work together? Why wander the earth, older than any other human around you; lonely. Why do that of your own free will when it’s so easy to reach out your hand to people like you?”

She knew that I knew the answer, and I did. I was alone too, maybe not for as long as some of the Drifters around the world, but that hardly mattered. Fact was that I ran away because I wanted to be alone, because I wanted to be free. They all traded power for solitude, a choice that might sound ridiculous to most people who didn’t know that solitude is sometimes another word for freedom. I knew now that I could not stay here. I am a creature who feeds of freedom, who always shys away from people. I had to stay for a bit, at least until I figured out how to use my powers, then I’d run away and make a life of my own. Alone.

“I think you know the answer, don't you?” Erika prodded.

“I do” I said simply

“People are predictable,” Erika continued on with her lesson. “And we, the Tethered, are still just people. Some of us need connection to other human beings to feel alive, and others can only be themselves when they are alone.” I couldn’t help but tune her out, focusing instead on the glass from where I could see the deep of the ocean. It was light outside again, like the ocean lit up with the sun, even if the actual rays of light could not reach this far underwater.

“What happened to Javier and Miriam?” I cut in. Erika looked taken aback for about half a second, then she composed herself.

“They were found dead.” She began, careful with her words. “First it was Javier in Germany. Him and Zeph were on a mission and they had split up for a bit. Zeph said when he came back to their camp, Javier was laying in the snow with a knife in his shoulder and his heart bigger than his head; murdered by another Tethered.”

“And Miriam?” I asked when Erika stopped.

She smiled and looked down at her own hands. “Miriam was our leader. Brave, smart, funny. Lynn found her dead right there,” She pointed towards the seafloor that I could see clearly through the glass. A single stone was raised in the water. “There had been an earthquake. She was laying on the ground, her hands gripping onto the stone and her lungs shattered.”

“And you don't know who did this?” I asked

“You know we don't,” Erika pointed out.

“Yes,” I admitted. “But I want to find out who did it”

Erika looked me over, then shook her head. “You are in more danger than any of us. You can’t even control your powers properly, how are you supposed to defend youself from a murder? Take my advice and keep your head low while you train”

“Okay” I lied. Erika eyed me again, unconvinced, but still she continued with the lesson.

Erika takes me down to the 13th floor, which is a giant garden. The walls here aren't glass, but mirrors, making the garden seem endless. There are areas where vegetables and herbs are grown in rows, and even a section of fruit trees standing in line like a mini orchard, but the rest of the garden is an overgrown mess. Erika leads me towards a giant willow tree beside a small lake, and we sit down to eat our lunch.

Earlier today I decided that I would investigate Shira. A big part of me didn’t believe she could be the murderer. She just seemed too innocent, too carefree, but my life had taught me that you never knew just what people could be capable of. I wondered, not for the first time, if you could read it on my face how many people I had killed, or if I still had some of my innocence left.

“Can I ask you something?” I started out.

“Of course.” Erika said, looking out at the lake. There must be some sort of artificial light source hidden over us, because in that fleeting moment it looked like Erika was sitting underneath the sun, her hair ablaze in the spots where the light shone through the leaves over us.

“What does ‘transformation’ mean? I saw it on Shira’s page in that book”

“Oh, it's her powers,” Erika explained, turning towards me. I wish she would have kept looking out at the lake, because with her eyes on me I felt exposed, like she could read all my secrets. She properly could. “She has the ability to transform one thing into another. Like, wood into stone or lead into gold.”

I thought about Shira and her gold jewelry. It must be real gold she wore, real gold made by herself. I recalled Erika telling me about Javier’s death. His heart had grown bigger, until it couldn’t fit inside his chest. Shira was familiar with manipulating objects. It wouldn't be out of her capabilities to ruin organs. The mental image of Shira stabbing another person and making his heart grow felt wrong. Still it did not feel impossible.

“Was her and Javier friends?” I asked Erika.

“Kinda,” Erika answered. “They weren't anything special. Javier spent most of his time hanging with Zeph or Aiden, and Shira was mostly found down in the workshops with Adi. But that didn't mean they werent friends, ya know. Everyone here are friends”

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Everyone here were friends” Erika reiterated. “Believe it or not, we didn't used to be this messy. We used to be friends. We had movie nights and we went clubbing each friday. Of course none of us are in the mood for those things since they died.”

“Do you think Shira could have done it?” I asked, the words out of my mouth before my brain caught up.

Erika laughed, shortly. “No, have you met her? Shira couldn't even hurt a fly, as if she would even stand a chance against Miriam.”

“Was Miriam strong?”

“The strongest” Erika sighed. “She was old, very old.”

“But Javier? Could she have done that?”

“I don't see why you are interested”

“Precautions” I said, simply.

Erika looked at me then, and I wished that I had never asked her anything. She looked right through me and it made my soul shake. “Don't try to play detective, Camilla.”

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