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Killing Me - 7 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : cursing and mention of a knife.

words :: 6k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

taglist :: (not tagging the old ones because they have read it already bt if u want , lemme know! ) @yiyi4657 @sorrywonwoo @sillywinnergladiator @suhweo @exfolitae @minejungwoo

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It was 10 a.m. Not too late! but if someone has a long check list for the day, waking up this late in the morning was obviously not an ideal option. Groaning, you removed the sheets to get ready for a busy Sunday. As much as you didn’t want to tread in that direction, there was only one way out of the room. Keys jingled as you opened the door from inside, mentally thanking Kun for providing you the separate keys for it’d have been impossible to get the little nap that you took after 3a.m.

You were surprised at how door didn’t creak at all when you opened it. Your brows drew together as your eyes darted east and west to find any sign of life but hopefully the door of the other room was closed. You sighed, dragging your feet towards the bathroom.

unconsciously bolting the door, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Eye bags adorned your deep eyes, cheekbones seeming dull and a bit hollow and all of this has happened in just a week. No matter how comforting the bedding was, the panic had already seeped through your bones when you saw that knife in yuta’s hand. With broken resolve of staying away from them, your anxiety had forced to to call taeyong at midnight, hours after fighting with your thoughts.

“Y/n you need to calm down. I told you already there’s nothing to be afraid of!

“How am I supposed to calm down when he literally threatened me with a knife!” your voice came out in loud whisper.

“He’s just finding a way to control you. I know he might have sounded aggressive but he’s not-

“Aggressive? You are defending that asshole!.... but it shouldn’t be a surprise to me. After all he’s your own kind. I can’t put-

“No y/n. you said yourself he looked drunk! and when I’m telling you you are safe th-

“I don’t think there’s anything to believe. I won’t be surprised if this was just a ploy to kill me in some more satisfactory way.” and you had hung up the phone on him.

After the call, you had realised there were flaws in your accusations towards taeyong but you were not in the wrong here and caring for your own life never counts as overreacting!

Finishing the morning routines, you were about to enter your room to get ready for the day but your feet instinctively led you to the living room.

Knife was gone. But the mark it left was a reminder of the alarms that went off in your head hearing yuta’s words.

You shook your head, deciding to stick to your original plan. Live and leave!

your to do list was not lengthy but still time consuming and luckily you won’t return until eight or nine so maybe you won’t face him today.

Tutoring, returning the boxes and some groceries.

You were recalling everything you had to do as your privilege to delay things was already gone a week ago. Being a senior in the same uni, you were the best option for the juniors, who could teach them the tips and tricks of attempting subjective exams and it was filling your bank account so you were not going to complain about teaching on Sunday as well.

The stack of plastic boxes seemed to be teasing you. There was no Johnny or jaemin, so it’d take atleast two rounds to get those downstairs and moreover you had to spend extra money on the taxi as well.

You whined loudly. The load of glitches in your life was not ending at all.

And all for the courtesy of none other than nakamoto yuta.

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“I’m back!?” yuta announced his presence in the house in his loud good morning voice. “What’s for breakfast?

“Your favourite!” jungwoo replied cheerfully, tying his shoelaces.

Yuta glanced around finding most of them busy with one task or another but one particular scene going about in the corner of the hallway caught his attention.

“you lost yours! this is mine!” ten was shouting at doyoung, the same so-done-with-everyone look on doyoung’s face and between their hands was a mask that was getting harassed by both of them.

“You haven’t been active since two months, so no chance that this is yours!”

“I just went with you few days ago-

“What the heck are you both jumpy for?” yuta interrupted their bickering. They both stopped instantly, taking in yuta’s appearance. with hair looking like a bird’s nest and clothes all crinkled like he was wearing his sleepwear which he was not!

“Hyung! he is not giving me the mask. Its mine. I can’t go out for mission without it!” doyoung whined pointing at the black face mask aka cover at yuta.

“Since when are you nursing such macho interests doyie?” yuta snickered at doyoung , ten joining as well.

Doyoung gave them a stern look before throwing the mask on ten’s face. “ I’m not going with you anymore” he grumbled before making his way upstairs but stopped midway, pointing towards yuta, “ and I’m telling yong you are here again!” and he ascended upstairs.

“Give him my cover ten.” yuta patted ten’s shoulder but before he could ask or say anything to him, yuta made a beeline for the kitchen.

There in the kitchen, chenle and Kun were already gossiping minus chenle’s screaming, so it was visibly something serious. They both stopped as soon as yuta neared them and he definitely noticed the transition in the mood.

“What you hiding lele?” he asked the boy, settling himself between him and Kun.

Chenle simply giggled in response, his face lighting up yuta’s mood.

“What’s for breakfast?” he curiously asked Kun.

“cereal.” Kun replied.

“What! But jungwoo said it’s my favourite!”

“Yeah. You can definitely have your favourite cereal!” Kun exclaimed, sharing a high touch with chenle who couldn’t stop giggling at yuta’s scrunched nose.

“Don’t you have a mission to attend?”

“Mission? Pfff. why are you calling it that? It’s just a regular deal and why do you smell like...” chenle pretended to sniff yuta before completing his verbal assault. “Like someone poured egg mixture on your head.” kuns eyed widened as he tried his best to control his laughter by pursing his lips.

Chenle let out a high pitched scream as yuta grabbed his neck from behind, chenle’s body squirming under the pressure.

“Don’t you want to live few more years!” yuta playfully warned him, leaving his neck. As soon as he was released, he ran out of the kitchen for his dear life.

“You ain’t being a good father Kun!” Kun shook his head at yuta’s remark and turned towards the coffee machine instead. Yuta on the other side trudged across him to find his cereal box.

“Did jaehyun called you?” Kun asked him.

“He would call me for what now?” yuta backfired pouring the milk into the bowl.

“Taeyong hyung had a message for you but he was a bit busy.”

“Busy my ass. His backyard is always stuck to that ten feet chair. Haven’t you noticed how flat he has become!” he said with mouthful of cereal making Kun chuckle and cough at the same time, the coffee tickling his throat.

“What’s so funny here?” taeyong arrived in the kitchen, his hand poorly covering his yawning.

At the very moment, Kun coughed harder, trying to divert taeyong’s attention. After few more seconds of pretending, he calmed down.

“Done?” yuta asked Kun, smiling at him. Kun frowned at him in response as taeyong watched the exchange amusingly.

Taeyong made his way towards the cabinets to get himself something to eat but yuta circled backwards, blocking him with his long legs, feet now placed at the lower cabinet.

Taeyong glared at him through his hooded eyes. “Go back to your home and let us live in peace!”

“This is my home and I have pledged to not let anyone live in peace, especially you.” yuta replied pointing his spoon at him.

“Not . anymore!” taeyong declared, emphasising each syllable.

“Why are going to the deal in pyjamas? Are you trying to impress someone there? Perhaps li-shan, Taiwanese weapon mogul. But I don’t think you can amaze her without showing your ugly face boss.” yuta jabbed at yong, wiggling his brow at him. But with each word leaving his mouth, he was annoying taeyong more than ever.

“Why not talk about you instead. Let’s explain kun what you did last night hmm!” taeyong brushed his palms together before folding them against his chest. Kun titled him head at his words. He was missing something probably.

“I don’t know what you are talking about yong.” yuta replied calmly but moved his legs to clear taeyong’s path, hoping he would slide away, taking his precious mouth with him.

taeyong that was facing yuta now rotated his body in kun’s direction, addressing him, “our dear yuta welcomed y/n into his life by slamming a knife into the coffee table, telling her to leave the fuck out of his life, all while being under influence of alcohol, which we all know was nothing but a façade.” the composed manner with which taeyong spoke was enough for yuta to break down his frisky mannerisms. He didn’t think you would rant him out to taeyong.

“So she is a whiny baby like our doyoung!”

“This is not what I mean and you know that!” taeyong’s voice rose, staring yuta down with his hands tucked in his pyjama pockets.

“It was a mistake”, yuta tried to explain, threading a hand through his hair, “I was drunk.” he completed quietly.

“Then how did u drive home? Were you drunk and driving?”

“I told you alre-

“Cut it yuta! I’m done hearing your stupid excuses for impulsive actions. Because of you she doubted me! Fucking me! Am I seriously a man of my words or was this all some stupid drama. She thinks I’ve hired you to slaughter her in her sleep! What the fuck, don’t you laugh at me now!” out of nowhere, yuta has started laughing and nobody knew what was so funny to him in the whole conversation.

“I seriously don’t remember anything except the knife part but now I feel like she might have peed her pants yesterday!”

“Bring her here tomorrow and you’ll apologise in front of me!”

Suddenly yuta’s face fell at his order. “No way in hell I’m doing that. And she’s never sitting in my car. ever.” he emphasised, leaving the stool to put dishes in sink.

“Oh wow. Ohkk. Then you are bringing her to the district office tomorrow. For registration. At sharp 9a.m and i don’t need any lame stupid excuses. And she’s sitting in the passenger seat of your car. Or you are apologising to her in front of everyone. A or b. you choose now!” taeyong stated with a flash of authority in his voice. They both eyed each other down as Kun whirled around to leave the negativity. He was done and that too for good.

“I’m going to shower.” yuta announced, rounding the counters to follow Kun but stopped once he reached the door.

“I don’t know what has come over you but I’ve never seen this much hatred in your eyes ever. not for anyone we know. never expected it from you yongie. why it has to be me hmm!”

taeyong’s anger reduced to one of puzzlement as he took in yuta’s word. He raised his hand to stop him but he was gone. Sitting on the stool and resting his head in between his hands, he could sense yuta’s hostility for him. Yuta has always been messing up with his head. That was nothing new. But when did his gamesome disputes got twisted into antagonism, taeyong was unable to find an answer for that. His intentions might not have been bonafide but they were truly far away from the malice yuta was accusing him of. He didn’t hate him. Never had. And never will. But now was not the time to repair their cuts. Because yuta won’t allow him to even try.

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16:00

“Do you think of all the topics, Mrs. Kang is going to choose double jeopardy?” your junior or student at the moment, asked you in confusion, flipping through the pages of his constitution reference book.

“Yes she would. Definitely. And subjective on that. How many times do I have to repeat! There are just 73 pages of Article 13 on this book. Just pick and choose the precedents and landmark cases and you are done.” you concluded.

Just when you were about to taste your now cold chocolate latte, another one chirped up.

“Can’t we skip some of the civil rights? She gave us an assignment of ex post facto laws instead and we don’t think she’d question us on the topic she didn’t even taught in the first place!”

You suddenly chuckled, resting the cup on the small table. “That’s nothing new actually. For all I know, she has been doing this since she joined fifteen years ago. Topics differ but same pattern follows. She gives an assignment a month before exams, adds the grades as extra credit, imprinting a false presumption through her actions that she’d go in hell if she ever questions from that topic in exams. Everyone is happy that they can skip at least one topic without worrying about it and then boom!!!.She puts that very topic in subjective part. Voila! and everyone’s scores drop.” you sighed looking dramatically at the opposite wall. “But not actually everyone is that naïve so people like me and you actually do the chore of consulting our seniors. And this chain is as old as her career. So do you want to take the risk of doubting me?” you completed looking down at them with furrowed brows.

If words could kill, it’d have been the ones you just threw mercilessly at the young ones right now! They looked like seconds away from passing out. Your own face dropped at their helplessness so instinctively, you assured them.

“Hey! No pressure. You have one of the best guide here so I’ll make sure you ace the civil law!”

Their stiff shoulders relaxed for once in last 3 hours. Another forty five minutes and you would be leaving this small study room. The occasional yawns were not going away by coffee either. You were tired as hell but still had plenty to do. The visit to supermarket was still pending and you were not going to waste your precious money on taxi. Not again. You’d rather travel for an hour by bus to reach your new residence.

You were consumed in your own restless thoughts when the ringing of your phone woke you up.

Yugeom.

“Oye y/n, we are going to itaewon. A new restaurant has opened. At eight. Get ready and I’ll pick you up from dorms.”

no hello. No formalities. He commanded you like you were his junior soldier in a war waiting for his directions to act.

“Slow your roll! I’m busy. I can’t join you today.”

“What are you doing at this hour? Your tuitions ended an hour ago.”

“No. I missed previous sessions so I’m making up for It.” you heard a long sign from other side.

“Ok. So you are only fifteen minutes away from dorms! You can make it. If you say we’ll delay for an hour. How about now?” you cringed at his antics but you had no other option than to burst his hope.

“I’m busy after that. I’ve some grocery shopping to do. I moved out so I’m busy setting everything up.” you deliberately mumbled the last part.

“What the! You moved out. When and why” the happiness in his voice suddenly turned into one of annoyance, “Why is everybody hiding stuff from me these days? Jungkook is busy every other day doing don’t know what! And now you! You changed address and probably I’m the last person to be knowing this!” he huffed at the end.

“I don’t know about kooky but I just took the decision in emergency. And I promise I’ll treat you to bulgogi next time.” your peace offering to him was his favourite food so you knew you were in safer zone. that was the only way you knew. food.

“yeah yeah whatever. Its not like I expect you both to visit my grave or anything. just don’t miss yeong’s birthday. she would chop off your hair.”

“Yeah sure. Now bye. I’m busy.” you hung up with a smile plastered on your face, your students already waiting for you with knitted eyes.

“Oh sorry. What is it?” you apologised for distraction and moved your chair further to take a look at the book.

“Umm what should be the beginning sentence? I promise I’ll get through this, just give me a kick start.”

“Me too! I don’t want any less than an A.”

You rolled your eyes at their competitiveness and their dedication to cling to you for head starters. Last time, you told yourself that you won’t help them with papers next time. But their puppy faces got through you resolves. Every time.

“Doyeon, you can start with the maxim “autrefois convict” and how it is applied in other countries, indirectly giving a comparison with our system. And you!” you continued, concentrating on mingi. “You would give beginning of civil law and how it was admitted in Korea and then explain the article 13 while giving subtle hints about how our system is a bit shitty at this but don’t forget to sugar-coat or Mrs. Kang will make sure your stupid ass never completes law. afterall…Her husband is a judge in the high court !” you advised rather sarcastically, glancing back and forth between them in silence. As they understood the reference, a burst of loud hearty laughter covered the small room before all of you returned to your studies.

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9:30 p.m.

Your sneakers squeaked as you dragged your tired body out of the elevator. The apartment ,besides being just few steps away seemed miles away for now. By the strength you were holding and pulling the jute bag up from the floor, you were sure the red marks would be visible by now. Odds were never in your favour these days, but still to save yourself from the wrath of the monster, you had decided to take a longer route instead. Travelling, dinner, shopping, you had turned these everyday jobs into a mission to avoid yuta. But you had forgot about the discomfort that’d be caused by these extra efforts.

So now here you were, wishing the door itself would come and welcome you!

As soon as the door came into sight, you dropped the bag just when your body slumped against it. You groaned again realising chelin is not there to drag your almost dead body inside, so you picked the bag again. 2610 and the entrance was in vision.

As if some sort of warning, three pairs of shoes welcomed you. You took a deep, harsh breath before entering the hallway mutely. You walked straight for the kitchen but were not unnoticed by the two male figures sitting on the couch. Their heads turned like owls when you placed groceries on the counter. yuta and mark. You peeked through your hooded eyes to notice that they were playing some sort of game on the t.v and it wasn’t hard to read that the sour look on their faces was due to your presence in the vicinity.

So you did what you initially intended to! Leaving the bag on the counter, you left for your room but apparently everything has a limit excluding your bad luck.

You turned around ,muffled exhausted moan leaving your pursed lips only to find that the filled jute bag was now halfway empty, little red balls rolling and rolling towards the couches and the little marathon of apples stopped only at mark’s feet. You stood there like a deer caught in headlights until your admirer spoke out.

“That’s not how you feed your guests Mrs. y/n and especially not your husband.” the third man, jaehyun, who was hidden behind yuta till now, voiced his very genuine concern for your manners.

You initially rolled your eyes at his comment, deciding to avoid him as much as possible and removed your backpack to pick up the fruits and candies. But while you were picking up the stuff, a very annoying laughter erupted from the opposite side, definitely from jaehyun so you decided to address him directly.

“Hate to burst your bubble jaehyun, but uninvited guests seldom meets a welcome. so the problem here is maybe not me!” you gave him a tight lipped smile and started with your scattered groceries again, placing them one by one in the bag again, the jute now balanced nicely to contain them.

“Well I’ve have an official invitation to be a guest here. Anytime I want. So isn’t it your duty to be a good host!” his snarked.

“Oh then someone who can adopt you, can feed you as well! And I’m sure you are in good hands jaehyun ” you only heard a snicker and someone’s shushing voice as the oranges in your hand started to roll out again. You were already frustrated enough to handle jaehyun and now the oranges were not cooperating either.

You started collecting them again when a pair of legs shadowed you.

“Wait I’ll do it!” mark said sheepishly, his hands already holding the other apples.

“It’s ok”

“You are wobbling. Lemma help.” mark gestured towards the fruits , fixing his glasses with his knuckles.

“Thanks” you merely mumbled as he filled and picked the bag only to place it in the corner of the further counter, secured properly.

After he was done, you thanked him again before picking your bag to leave for room.

“y/n don’t play the ‘lets catch criminals’ game in your sleep, who knows you might not wake up from the trauma of the consequences.” he shouted at you, chuckling along the way.

You were sure if frustration and idiocy had a face, jaehyun surely matched them perfectly.

“登録事務所。明日。 9時に”

Your mouth hung open as you stopped with the hand on the knob, trying to decipher what he said but obviously it was of no use. You didn’t know any Japanese so you just shut the door behind.

Loud laughs and yelling disturbed your sleep and that continued till 11p.m and after multiple trips to bathroom, you were able to rest a bit.

And one more thing you noticed during your frequent visits, yuta had officially moved in as your roommate.

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Turning off the alarm, you hid your face further into the summer sheets. The night was a bit peaceful as compared to the ones you have been experiencing lately but in no way blissful. You missed your small single dorm bed, your comrade in the battles of stress. The rooster alarm had woke you up at 6 but for every student, the desire to be in the embrace of bed swells on the day called Monday. Reluctantly, you rubbed your eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed. But as you beheld the sight with squinted eyes, a smile crept on your face, your legs taking you towards the balcony. As you opened the sliding door, the warm of the morning sun welcomed you, making you close your eyes at the feeling.

After staying there for a few moments, you decided to get ready as the university was now actually too far away for anyone’s liking and you were supposed to attend the lecture of Intellectual property law at 9 a.m sharp

Collecting the clothes for the day, you pushed yourself for the bathroom. As you opened the top cabinet, there was everything but what you stacked a day ago.

There was a toothbrush, but clearly not yours. There were cleansers and toners, but again, not yours! Even your sanitary products were gone!

Yesterday night, the new hand wash that also didn’t belong to you had indicated that yuta has settled down but it was only now that you noticed, he had thrown out yours to accommodate his own stuff! You pulled your hair in frustration at his thought. He was a jerk, for sure, but of very senior kind. If hundred jerks were grinded in a mixer, only then one yuta could come into existence again.

Looking around ,your eyes fell on the cabinets below the sink, a bit inwards, that were probably used to put cleaners or something. But as you opened them , a squeal left your lips. There were no toilet cleaners but still your essentials were haphazardly thrown over each other. At least these weren’t thrown outside!

Huffing and puffing, you properly assembled them, ready to get through the day. Your main focus was not to trip yourself into another blunder but that yuta was scheming against you even in your absence. Not that you could do anything, but if there was a slightest probability, you’d slice his bitter tongue at first attempt. But no violence, even in thoughts. For now.

Somehow, the running water had managed to wash your cold head and you happily got ready for university in black long sleeved top and washed jeans. There was no need for scarf and yeong won’t be seeing you due to her paper presentation, so the fashion exercise was also cancelled. Putting your hair in a low ponytail, you grabbed your heavy backpack and went out to get some breakfast. The thought of cornflakes topped with apples was watering your mouth. So you ran out of the room, throwing bag on the couch, then made your way to food paradise.

Thanks to Kun or Johnny, the kitchen was already well equipped with the utensils and cutlery but still it was hard to navigate to find a small bowl for cereal. Once the hunt for glass bowl ended, you gasped!

In your hurry to dodge the them yesterday, you had totally forgotten to refrigerate the milk and there was no doubt the milk was spoiled by now.you sighed digging through the bag for your milk cartons but wow! there was cereal, apples, which needed to be stored as well, the chocolates, but no milk. you were sure that you indeed paid for the two milk cartons but no nothing, nada!. biting your nails, you eyed the fridge. Could it be!

Yes, it was. The cartons were stored in the fridge fresh and packed. You would thank that mark boy someday, if he remain cordial with you! of course.

The milk was too cold for your preference, but everything’s better than starving! The watch on your wrist read 7:40, you were on time like always. You stored the milk back and washed the dishes. Last thing you wanted to hear was that man taunting you for not keeping the space clean. Tossing two apples into the bag, you marched for the door.

“Where are you going?” rotating in your steps, you noticed yuta standing by the counter, shirtless, wearing only jeans, drying his hair with a towel and his orbs staring into yours in a showdown.

“A student with a backpack at 8a.m! I won’t be going to a fight club right!” you replied impulsively but immediately regretted opening your mouth, noticing his warning gaze. You again turned to continue but he paused you again.

“You are breaking the deal here then! Taeyong hates deceivers and results of his rage are not very pleasant either. Not that I would mind anything here”

Your face twisted as to why would taeyong would feel being defrauded at your uni trip! He himself told you to continue study.

As you dictated your same thoughts to yuta, you were met with a questionable look.

“I’m talking about district office. The place where we are going to register this peaceful treaty. Today. At 9 a.m.” he air quoted peaceful as you took in his words. He could be lying right! As if he heard your thoughts, he clarified with a smirk garnishing his lips, “It’s not an assassination attempt. You won’t be walking right now if I wanted to kill you so much.”

You gulped at his words but regained composure moment later, “but taeyong didn’t inform me about this and I’m late for my lecture. I can’t miss it without informing my teacher. So go alone.”

“I would love to sweety! But I had informed you yesterday and they need both of us, unfortunately.” he was still crushing his blonde hair with the towel.

“We didn’t even talk yesterday!”

“You didn’t. I did. I told you right when you were outside your room so don’t lie. If you want to go, wait here. Or else take the bus. I don’t mind.” he concluded, walking away. And you thought he was shit-talking in Japanese.

“I don’t understand Japanese. So talk to me in Korean or English next time.” you shouted at his back, frowning in annoyance.

“DON’T YOU STUDY LAW OR SOMETHING?”

You groaned loudly at his illiterate comment. “Japanese isn’t a law subject you moron!” you mumble to yourself, fishing out your phone to shoot taeyong a text.

You: district office meeting is today?”

Waiting, you moved to the couches. His response came immediately.

Taeyong b.n: hmm. Johnny and doyoung would be there so jaehyun won’t be a trouble to you. If yuta does anything, do tell me. Bye.

You threw your head at the back, moaning in an ugly tone. The idea of travelling with yuta was daunting and nerve wrecking. And jaehyun was just cherry on top. Single minute in his presence made you felt like an intruder. So much for new family. Then there was Johnny who could be counted as totally normal if placed in same balancing scales as these foolish brains and Kun had same vibes as jungkook, positive and put together. And from jungkook, your mind floated to chelin. You had decided to let her choose some skirts for you as it would make her happ-

You craned your neck at the sound of utensils. Yuta, now properly dressed ,was making food for himself. And he was wearing black shirt and washed jeans. Same as you. How insufferable. You were going to be looking like his little sister or something!

“Hurry up!” you exclaimed. “I have a lecture. I want to attend the half of it at least.” crossing your arms, you tried to focus on the t.v instead. Your previous happy mood was nowhere to be found in the reflection that faced you!

“We aren’t going on a bicycle. And we are going to a govt. office. Forget about the lecture, you’ll die of standing in the queues anyway.” he scoffed at you, taking a bite of the bread.

Cabinet open. Cabinet shut.

Refrigerator open. Shut.

Another thud. Maybe of glass bowl. By the sound of it, the bowl he was using won’t last for too many days.

A few moments of silence.

at this point, you could hear your own heartbeat, but still you were on edge. Your legs were restlessly shaking, fingers crossed, and thumbs fighting for dominance. Then suddenly, you face contorted at a certain sound.

Slurping. And it continued to breach the silence for few more moments. A louder thud.

“Are you sleeping or what? It’s not like I’m dying to drive you!” The repulsion in his voice was clear.

Not choosing to answer, you picked the bag, walking outside, stopping only at the shoe rack.

“Oops. Wait. I think I forgot my sweetheart inside!” he announced before going back.

A small seat was attached with the shoe rack. You were tying your shoelaces when yuta sat beside you, picking up his own shoes. You gave a side glance to his shoes, the sight making your eyes round with surprise. A knife was clearly visible through his white sock. and maybe one of many. You jerked your head to focus on your own shoes. You got up before he did, smoothing the sleeves of your top.

What you missed were yuta’s eyes. On you. More specifically, on the ring, decorating your forefinger. His hooded eyes travelled upwards from finger to your waist, he gulped at the sight of your chest which was slightly pushed out due to straps of the bag but he halted right there, opting not to look further. He suddenly wanted to look anywhere but you. He peeked again but was glad that you were busy with your ponytail, instead of giving him any attention. He abruptly got up, cleaning his hands with the sanitizer he had kept yesterday right there.

While walking away, he looked behind, “wait outside the building.” he said like he was reading a morning newspaper, in stoic and emotionless voice. Opening the door, he stilled again, “and wear the ring in the third finger. Got to make them believe!” and he was gone.

You looked at the platinum which was shimmering due to the light. You closed your hand tightly after changing it.

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The entire car ride was silent. Not comfortable one but the kind that could make one nauseous. As the district office was approaching, the discomfort intensified. your gnashed you teeth in an attempt to control your movements, moved the zipper of the bag up and down , sideways but your heart beating sped up like never before as yuta parked the car.

You jumped out as soon as he opened the door, craving for fresh air. Taking deep breaths, you gave light pats on your churning stomach. Once feeling a little better, you circled the car to reach where yuta was standing. He didn’t say anything but you followed him mindlessly.

“Morning y/n. how are you?” you peered at Johnny, who was smiling at you, expecting a response. You merely nodded at him, hugging your arms,.

“Hurry up. Its almost 9. I don’t have much time.” jaehyun said, not even acknowledging your presence.

“How much time do we have to wait for our turn?” you asked Johnny, now fumbling with the bag straps like a nervous school kid.

“Not even a sec!! jae got it here. Just witness signatures have to be done and then they’ll make you sign on a register.”

Reminder to not believe a fuck yuta says!

“Give me your bag. It won’t look very smart,” you handed over your bag to Johnny as everyone else was already miles away.

It was not even a room, if you could say. It was just a cabin with a small sign marriage registration written on it. There were plenty of people waiting but somehow you were the first or at least it looked like it.

“Please sit.” the lady offered politely, pointing towards the two chair opposite hers. You and yuta took seats as jaehyun opened the papers for her. She went through all the three pages in painfully slow speed, intermittently glancing at you both through her round glasses.

You were focused on her as she matched the details of birth certificates with papers when Johnny nudged you. He was trying to say something ,by actually not saying anything.

A smile. Then he looked at yuta. And he kept repeating it until you understood.

Smile. Yuta. Smile yuta. Smile yuta???

Ohh smile at yuta!!

You nodded profusely before turning towards yuta who was receiving the same instructions from doyoung but was too oblivious to catch anything. You waited for him to pick up and when he faced you, found you already doing the same. He plastered a smile on his face, you mirroring him instantaneously. And that was when you noticed, the twinkle in his eyes, howsoever fake, but still a beautiful sight. Your curved lips almost dropped at this. His eyes didn’t left your face as he scanned it completely. You, for a fact knew, your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You were just unable to do that. And nobody has ever questioned it but yuta’s eyes! , his eyes were teasing you. That he was better at this game. And that you were lacking something when compared to him!

“You kids are so fine!” you broke your eye contact at her voice, thanking her internally. “Most couples these days just come here, being all over each other and blah blah but the ones who try to find the shine in other’s eyes are like rare diamonds. Keep looking at each other and you’ll both find your paradise someday.” she clasped her hands together, tilting her head slightly to look at your figures. Her smile seemed …hopeful! How could she not realise that you both were faking being happy!

“You can sign here!” she exclaimed. You both signed at mentioned space. Afterwards Johnny and doyoung also signed as immediate witnesses.

“Collect the certificate in two days.” she said, an indication for you that you were over with another drama. You bowed to her before leaving, not forgetting to briefly smile at her.

Were you both that believable? Maybe faking being intimate wasn’t that of a trouble! Or maybe it was because you were both good at the art of pretence!

“Your bag y/n.” you took it from Johnny, putting it on your shoulders immediately. Taking out your hair tucked in the back side of the bag, you nodded at Johnny as goodbye, making your way outside.

“Hey wait!”

You stopped at his voice.

“Taeyong gave a message. The reception is on Friday evening. And lemma drop you. I’m not going with them.” you didn’t even know how to react at his words as you shook your head in refusal, your tummy giving you active signs of running away.

“No. I’m fine. Bye. take care.” you concluded, sprinting outside for a wave of fresh air, leaving Johnny behind, dumbfolded.

“Quite a runner!” jaehyun laughed as he and others joined Johnny.

“Yeah. She was shouting about some lecture at 9 a.m. maybe if she runs like bolt, there’s a chance to attend it!” yuta spoke. jaehyun laughed as if what yuta said was actually really funny.

“No. she is just hurt and upset.” Johnny explained, following you but immediately stopped at yuta’s words.

“shield cant be a sword johnny. Shield can never be a sword!”

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“登録事務所。明日。 9時に” = registration office. tomorrow. 9 o’clock.

#tags dont work actually #nct #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct angst #nct fluff #nct mafia #nct arrange marriage #yuta scenarios #yuta mafia #yuta arrange marriage #yuta angst #kpop series #nct series

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ellelans · 3 years

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So since this week end has been heavy in the 911 front, I want to talk all about good things. Do you think b/t break up in 5x09 or 5x10? I think 5x10 means Christmas and Christmas means almost new year and I think there would be no better way to start the new year without a big redhead dead weight right? Also it would be stupid for the writers to keep trying to make us like her cause it’s not happening. What’s your opinion?Ty

Heavy is one way to put it,but you're right let's focus on good things! I mean I already said all I had to say anyways so I am much happier to focus on fictional characters and their lives.As for BT breakup-I always said that I do not see them breaking up before 5x10.Writers want to keep up the pretense of them possibly working out as couple for as long as possible for drama and to keep us guessing and discussing.And I think by now you have to be deeply in denial if you think BT have a chance of staying together as that relationship already crumbled before our eyes.So I do hope they will let us go on hiatus with Buck newly single and maybe even spending Christmas with his Diaz boys. Because honestly there are two things I desperately need to happen in 5x10-Maddie coming back and her and Chim in the episode bc 911 dynamics as a show are off without them.And let's be honest until they come back writers will keep trying to fill their screen time with useless storylines and unnecessary reporters. And what I want the most is Buck coming home-to Eddie's house. Give me just this one moment,that's all I need.Also hopefully a new beginning for New Year too for all of them. Because what they did so far was pretty much to wreck the found family trope we got so used to and I need that back as well. But I def have hope that it's exactly what writers are doing-they need to break something in order to rebuild the firefam as even a stronger unit.

#i am full of hope!!!!#and even if that bt breakup won't happen in 510 #they def will as soon as hiatus is over #but still crossing fingers for 510 #anti bucktaylor

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writingawaymylife · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet Higgs 18+

A/N: This has me now writing a Higgs smut. So that’s exciting! Also, everything under the cut because this is mature shit - so please be aware of that!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He isn’t one for cuddling or gently helping you come down. After you’ve both come undone he’ll hover over you, or hold you on top of him for a moment. Just enjoying the comedown, and the heat and warmth of it all. Eventually, he’ll need to either get off of you, or get you off of him. Might go have a shower, get something to drink, have a smoke - whatever he feels he needs in that moment.

If it was a particularly rough session, he would probably be more keen on how you’re doing. Asking if you’re alright, sticking beside you and just talking. No cuddling. He doesn’t really enjoy clammy, hot bodies after it all.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t really have a favourite of his - but, if he had to chose, it would probably be his hands, or his tongue. This man has got some big hands, and those fingers? Just as skilled as his tongue. This man knows how to use his hands and mouth. Trust me.

Higgs loves your neck and jaw. Leaving marks along your throat, a small bruise underneath the corner of your jaw. Drives him crazy seeing those pretty little marks once they start appearing.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves coming in your mouth. The way your lips press a little tighter around him, how your throat constricts as you try to take it all down. And when you come up, and some slips onto your lips and you lick it off? This man will turn to putty just at the sight - or go absolutely feral.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Tie this man up. Make him your whore. He tries to act like he is 100% into only having control, that he would never let someone make him scream. But if you give him that look, and hold his hands down? He wouldn’t be able to find it in him to fight it. He would just nod at whatever orders you gave him, let you completely bend and take him how you pleased, and he would love every minute of it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Higgs has most definitely had some experience. Maybe not a lot, but he knows what he’s doing. Trust me, this man is a quick learner. Whatever you like, however you need to be pleased, he’ll find it all out, and he’ll have you crying before he’s even close to being done with you. He loves having you melt underneath him like that, and he’s willing to be as observant as possible to make it happen.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves when you ride him. When he’s sitting up, back against the headboard and hands on your hips, moving you how he likes. You might be on top of him, but trust me, this man will still have control. Have you begging as he keeps to pace just below what you need, able to kiss along your neck and down your chest. Able to grab whatever he wants without anything obstructing his hands.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends. Sometimes he’s in a mood. He doesn’t want to talk or think, he just wants you and you alone.

Most times, he’s unable to keep a straight face. Either through teasing you, driving you crazy and making you want to almost throttle him from his taunting words - or through random, dry humoured comments that have you laughing, and totally ruin the atmosphere for the moment. Too serious and he gets uncomfortable, it feels to professional for a situation that is anything but. So expect him to make some stupid, offhanded, sassy comment in the middle of everything, sometimes without him even thinking about it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself clean down there. Trimmed - neat. Nothing too fancy or overly high maintained.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Not the romantic type. The man isn’t one for soft, romantic, “making-love”. It just makes him uncomfortable, being that intimate. But eventually, as he gets more comfortable with you, he will take on his own version.

The moments are far more sensual, if anything. Firm, sharp. Hands grabbing at your hips and dragging you close. Teeth nipping at skin and leaving small bruises, if you let him. Kisses are slower, more intimate in these moments, but there is still teeth and nips. Words mere whispers as he tells you how good you are for him, how amazing you’re making him feel.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he has to. Not against it, not really for it. He’s far more into fucking you over his hand, but if he has to he will. Quick tugs in a quick moment, eyes closed as he thinks about you and your lips and hand as he brings himself over the edge.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Being tied up or tying you up - whichever works at the time, whichever you’re comfortable with. This is probably his go to. Loves feeling that twist in his stomach when his hands are tied over his head, only for you of course.

Edging: This man can and will edge you for hours, when given the chance. Loves watching you squirm and beg, the way your body shakes as you get close, how your muscles clench tight when he leaves you just on the edge. And the way he can just take you for however long he wants.

Edge play: He isn’t keen on actually cutting into your skin - he doesn’t want to cause any real harm. But he loves trailing his knife along your body, pressing it just enough where there’s that slight sting - cutting off your underclothing with a slightest flick of his wrist. Loves it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere. Take you on the kitchen counter, the couch, the bed, the shower. Outside? He doesn’t care. Fuck you right on the ground - or maybe even against the truck or on the reverse trek. However, he can’t complain that a bed is the most comfortable - and that shower sex is amazing - so he would probably say those two are his favourite.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything. Though he loves when you lean down a little more than needed to grab a cargo box, and the way your Timefall suit clings to your ass… drives him crazy. Sometimes you just get a little more snarky with him than usual, maybe your sass turns a little mote flirtatious, or maybe you just kicked ass in some MULE camp, and it just gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Voyeurism isn’t something he’s particularly keen on. Even when you’re out in the middle of the day, he tries to make sure it’s private. The risk of being caught is something he finds hot, but the actual act of getting seen while in the middle of something like that? He doesn’t like that idea, and he doesn’t like the thought of others seeing you like that, either.

He also won’t do anything that causes too much harm. He doesn’t like when hands touch his throat, and he doesn’t really like wrapping his hand around yours either. Hitting, spanking, anything with blunt force makes him uncomfortable and can easily trigger him. Also there’s bathroom play - but I don’t really think I need to explain why on that account.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

As much as he loves seeing your mouth around his cock, he loves giving. He loves the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, and that you are completely at his mercy. If he wants to stop he just can, leaving you breathless and begging. If he wants to push you a little further, have you come undone even further, drive you blind with pleasure? He can. He loves it.

And trust me - you will too. This man knows what he’s doing.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. He’s more into rough, firm, slow. Taking you in just a way where he can drive you crazy with want, along with himself, before finally giving in to what you both need. Sometimes he’s fast and rough - but he prefers to take his time, to watch you slowly come undone until your falling apart at the seams.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He really would rather take his time, but if time doesn’t allow that, he will most certainly go in for a quickie.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely loves to experiment. As long as it isn’t anything part of the no subject, he will give it a shot.

Once you two got stuck in BT territory in your truck, were stuck there for a while. Higgs, being the creative bastard he is, came up with a very fun idea - seeing who could stay quiet the longest. Whoever made the first noise above a whimper or a muffled moan? They were at the will of whatever the other wanted when they got back home.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for a few rounds.

Unless he is really excited, he will probably last a long while too.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If you had some toys, he would probably be up for using them. Whether that be on himself or you, he doesn’t mind. But he doesn’t own any of his own.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing. Edging, getting you amped up without even touching you properly? Loves it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty quiet when you first start exploring with him. Keeps things to grunts and groans, definitely strings of curses - though he is definitely vocal when it comes to comments and jokes. However, eventually he starts getting more comfortable with you, and he gets a bit louder. He isn’t one for growling and crying out - not unless you are on top and your pulling them from him - but they will slip out.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Loves watching you tease yourself. When you’re completely at his mercy, and he has to tell you how fast or where to touch, it’s a giant boost to his pride. The fact that you are technically in control, and yet still gave him the wheel of the bus.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Higgs isn’t the thickest, but man has he got some length to him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s a slut. You could look at him from across the room and he’d already be taking off his clothing.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually takes him a while. He has a hard time falling asleep in general. So, while sex does help calm his mind and tire him out more, he still finds himself awake for a while afterwards.

#higgs x reader #higgs monaghan x reader #higgs monaghan #death stranding higgs #death stranding x reader #higgs

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taerseok · 4 years

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— shoot me | 01 | j.j.k

↬ pairing:. j.j.k × reader

↬ synopsis: nothing could’ve prepared you or Jungkook for the unexpected reunion. Past grudges were waiting to be resolved, but his profane eyes made it clear that he was not going to have any mercy on you.

↬ word count:. 7.0k

↬ genre(s):. attempted horror (though I suck at it), “mystery”, angst, mafia!au, past lovers!au

↬ warning(s):. kidnapping, bts robs a bank, guns, murder threats, mafia stuff, I think that’s it…

↬ A/N: I don’t really know what made me want to start a series, but I really like the idea so let me know if I should continue it :))

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It had been a while since you had started working at this bank. It was your friend’s idea to apply for this place as a bank teller, and now you were enjoying it more than ever. You had always loved engaging with people and banking had always drawn you in for some reason. It was nothing big, you just loved your job.

Maybe you were content because the people that you worked along with were nice too. Or maybe you just loved mathematics and helping people. Either way, you were happy and that’s what mattered to you. By now it was around closing time, which would mean that you were going to go home. You couldn’t wait to eat dinner. You were feeling especially hungry today.

Albeit liking to help people, the customers you’d get around here took up a lot of your energy. After a long day of working, taking calls and handling financial transactions, all you wanted was a hot cup of coffee and spend some time with your family and closest friends. Your body ached from standing up all day and you just wanted to go home.

Even thinking of home was enough to make your heart yearn for the comfort that it provided. You sit down on the chair next to you. Bank tellers are supposed to basically stand all day and help the customers, but at the end, there was only so much you could do. You decided to take a break, thinking of your job and home. Being a bank teller wasn’t exactly the most rewarding job in terms of salary, and neither was it worth it to some because of the occasional rotten people that you had to deal with, but it still made you happy to know that people could rely on you — even if that was the point of your job.

You just liked the fact that you were of use, you supposed. Whenever you told such things to some of your friends, they’d tell you that you were a masochist. And then you’d scoff at them, rolling your eyes at the fact that they couldn’t understand you wanting to serve people. Or maybe that did sound masochistic. It was confusing.

Anyway, meeting new people was always fun. That was probably the most exciting part of the job. You came from a pretty rich family, so your parents were initially surprised that you wanted a job with such a low income. But it was all worth it to just talk with some people and handle some money. After all, you had to take the family business, so you considered this a sort of a test, or more preferably, a practice.

Talking of home, you just wanted to sleep and eat. Maybe watch television. It reminded you of how your favourite K-drama was going to be airing today. The warm feeling of eating food while laying in bed, watching your favourite series filled you. Now you really wanted to go home.

Maybe you could tell your mother of how an angry customer had barged into the bank because his transaction had failed, and had to blow up at you. He wouldn’t even give you the chance to speak, and when he did find out the reason, which was because the expiration date had long passed, he stormed out of the building, leaving everyone staring at you.

As others could probably tell, it had been a rough day. But then again, it had its little sparkles too. For example, a really handsome guy had came along too today. Yes, it was stupid to think of hitting on someone while on duty, and you were not allowed to do that either, but the tall man, who was extremely mesmerising with his boxy grin and a cute heart-shaped face, had approached you because he wanted to withdrawal some money.

What really led to your co-workers gushing was the fact that he was really touchy with you. He talked a little too much about himself and you rather than skipping right to the point. And after he had left, the girls that worked with you wouldn’t stop telling you about how he was attracted to you and wanted to ask you out the moment he saw you.

It was completely idiotic and you considered it out of professionalism, even if your heart did beat a little too when he started to laugh adorably and make jokes. His frank sense of humour amazed you, but you did tell the girls to just mind their own business and stop whining about the fact that they weren’t lucky enough to be you, or that they were jealous.

Your breath got caught in your throat as the lights went out. It was about closing time, maybe someone shut the lights off at the wrong time? “Y/n, go check out the power area,” one of your co-leagues exclaimed from the darkness, making you get up.

It was very rare that this happened, but you went to the place you were ordered to anyway, your phone’s light guiding your way. A hush of whispers ran across the bank that you crossed, probably the few customers that were left. You sighed as you walked to the room that’s at the back of the bank, where only the staff is allowed to go.

You remembered the tour you had gotten around the workplace at your first day, and you hadn’t ever went inside the particular room because it was where you would find the switches to the bank’s lights and electricity supply. You were never the first person to reach the bank, so the lights would be open by the time you arrived, and you left earlier than some of your other co-workers, so the last person would switch the lights off before leaving.

You thought you heard a footstep, but turning your phone into that direction, you realise it was nothing. Maybe you had been binge-watching a lot of horror movies. Probably. That didn’t mean that a shiver didn’t run down your body when you turned around to see no one present.

Taking out the keycard you were provided on your first day, you swiped it across the door’s mechanism, watching it disengage the lock. Taking a deep, hesitant breath, you opened the door and got inside, turning your phone in every direction.

The place was filled with switches, and an electric generator was at the corner of the room. The room, which was dark since it didn’t have any windows, was completely barren apart from the generator and the switches that lined the walls, from what you could see with the phone’s flashlight. You walked around the room, trying to switch on the lights but it wouldn’t work. You wondered why.

The loud gunshot made you drop your phone and end its misery. It was broken, done for. The phone had fallen on the camera lens’ side, which meant that your flashlight was definitely gone now. But that wasn’t even the thing that worried you. What was scary was the fact that there was a gunshot — it was loud and clear, a trigger had been pulled. And if you were unlucky enough (and your intuition was correct), it was pulled inside the bank.

You tried to calm yourself. “You’ll be fine, Y/n,” you whispered, shaking a little. You almost felt in a movie, alone and scared. What if some thieves had broken into the bank? Was that why the lights went out? Or maybe it was just perfect timing? But who could have turned them off? And why weren’t they able to switch back on? Something had been tinkered with.

Taking deep breaths, you reach down to pick your phone back up after composing yourself.

Large hands grabbed you from behind, covering your mouth so you can’t make a sound. You had no control of your body, you kicked the air but nothing worked. It was a little moment but it stretched on forever. Your body felt stiff, you tried to bite the hand that was over your mouth but the stranger was wearing leather gloves that made you unable to.

A strong arm was around your waist, and you were dragged to the wall, where you realised that it wasn’t just one person who was handling you. There were two. The other one had a flashlight with him. You were breathing rapidly for air, but it did nothing to help your pumping heart. While you were held by one and you tried to pull yourself up, the other first tied your feet and then your hands with ropes, which you had to comply with, because the one who was holding you had just taken his hand away from your mouth, but instead put a cold gun to your temple.

“Shhh,” it was a male’s voice, deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine. His lips seemed to be right near your ears, and while you could speak now, your body was frozen. If you made one wrong move, you’d die. The thought made your eyes flood with tears.

You took the time to look at the man who was tying your hands. He had dark brown hair, plump lips and eyes that would become crescent moons whenever he smiled. And you couldn’t believe he found pleasure in tying you. Were they the ones who had done all of this? Were they here to steal?

A cloth was over your mouth the next second, and the man who had been bending behind you to hold the gun against your temple had stood up, the two men now standing infront of you. Your back was supported by the wall, and if you were to escape then they’d shoot you, no problem.

You mumbled helplessly, which made the two laugh. They really had the audacity to laugh in your face as you mumbled endlessly for help. The other man beside the brown-haired one was a blond, he was much taller and more intimidating and commanding, if you were to be honest. His dimpled face made his expressions very clear, and you knew he was serious about whatever they were up to.

You tried to kick the air again, spread your legs and do basically everything in your power to break free, but with their intense gazes on you, and the realisation that they could kill you any moment they wanted to, it all made you a little too scared to do anything more than just mumble after a few minutes.

“Do you think he’ll be happy though?” the brown-haired man asked the other one. His voice was soft and sweet, and if you heard that voice somewhere else, you wouldn’t ever guess it belonged to someone as ruthless as him. “Maybe. Are we sure this is the girl?” the blond man asked back, making their heads turn to you.

“If Tae hasn’t failed us and ruined the ‘killer spree’ that he’s been bragging about, then yeah. But we could just ask too, y'know.”

The two men nodded to eachother, and the blond one bent down at your level. “Let me take it off from your mouth.” You let him do as he said, trembling. He gave the silky black cloth to the brown-haired man, while you pondered over who these people are and what they are talking of. Who’s Tae? And who’s going to be happy? To see you? Who are they talking of?

“What’s your name?”

“L/n Y/n.”

“Age?”

“24,” you answer quietly. “And you are from? he continues to ask. “Busan,” you whispered immediately. It felt as if you didn’t answer as soon as he asked the question, he’d pull the trigger. You didn’t want to die. You weren’t prepared to die. You had been working in this bank for a few years, but this wasn’t the last evening you’d spend here. Or the last evening you’d spend in this world. Or so you hoped.

You wished to whoever was above, if there was anyone in the first place, to just let you go. To free you from these maniacs. You didn’t want to die — as the same thought kept repeating itself, each time it induced more fear in your veins.

“I believe she is the one,” the blond male got up. “Really? What if she isn’t?”

“Then we’ll just kill her.”

You stared at the men, wanting to plead for your life but you knew if you pushed them way too far or made too much noise, they wouldn’t hesitate to put you to deep sleep right there. The cloth was over your mouth again in a matter of seconds, and you were picked up by the brown-haired man, who carried you through the dark bank. You still heard occasional gunshots, screams and the hurried footsteps of your dear customers.

Even if the man that held you was your potential killer, you still clinged onto him for dear life. He just felt like safety, despite bringing the opposite to the people around him. You just had the feeling he was protecting, even if he was the one who had kidnapped you. Atleast he hadn’t mentioned anything about killing you yet. When he noticed you pulling yourself closer to him, it made him chuckle. But you found nothing funny in the situation. You were being carried somewhere you didn’t know, by unknown strangers who had, at the very least, robbed the place you worked at.

The horror you were living was beyond imaginable. The feeling you could die any moment now was what was the most scariest. Any second they could shoot you, any second they could stab you and you’d never see anything again. You’d never see your family again, you wouldn’t eat the dinner you had been so excited for today, you wouldn’t see your friends. You’d stop living. Breathing. And while you did not exactly fear death, it was what you were losing that was fostering alarm.

“You’re really precious. No wonder he really likes you,” you stared up at him from the bridal position you’re in as he reached the car that’s parked at the back of the bank. He opened the trunk, which is one of those large ones that is at the back of the seats, and you suppose you’re supposed to sit there, so you help him by climbing in with much effort.

“This is good. I’ll be back right in a moment, okay? Don’t miss me too much,” sending a smile your way, the trunk door is shut.

You stared, dumbfounded, at your surroundings. You had barely any room, and your legs were folded so you’d actually fit. With tied feet, it was especially hard. And maybe you had a slight thing for small spaces. It took a while for it to settle in — you were being kidnapped. The desire to eat and your hunger vanished in a second to be replaced with a hollow emptiness, that laid heavy at the pit of your stomach.

You were being kidnapped, you were in the car of the thieves who had robbed the bank you worked at, and they were taking you to please someone. Connecting all the dots, it felt a lot more scary. You panicked, kicking the trunk door with your tied feet, trying to open it by some sort of way, but it was shut for good.

And you were stuck too now. Tears brimmed in your eyes. They were going to kill you if you weren’t the one they had came to take. Or were they here to steal? What was their motive?

You were going to die tonight. There was no way you were the one they had been searching for. You didn’t even know them or had any contact. Maybe it had been a miracle that you had answered those questions correctly back there, maybe your prayers had been answered.

Or perhaps you were given another chance to escape.

With newfound determination, you kicked at the door again and again. It still didn’t budge. You stood up a little with much effort, making sure not to hit your head on the roof of the car. Pulling yourself forward, you tried to get to the front of the car from between the spaces in the seats.

You rolled forward, getting stuck mid-way but making it by some force. Hurriedly, you took a hold of the car door and opened it, then got out of the car. You were walking incredibly slow because of your tied feet. If you could hide right now, maybe you could find some safety and then open the knots around your feet and hands. Or maybe someone could help you.

You were basically jumping around the parking lot, trying to find a place to hide at. The sudden shouts of men made you trip and fall on the ground.

The brown-haired man was rushing at you in the next second, and you couldn’t even get up. “You missed me that much?” you would scoff at him but the cloth over your mouth made you unable to. You mumble inaudible responses, begging to be let go of, but you were taken back to the car. Trying to break free, you tried to punch him in some way, but it did not go very well because of your tied hands. “Calm down, I’m sorry, okay?” now you really just wanted to die. You hadn’t made it very far, and all chances of escaping were gone. The group had gotten back together — six men.

You made yourself comfortable in the car’s trunk. So you were getting killed. Maybe you could accept it now. The adrenaline in your veins was gone. Instead you felt hollow. You just wanted to go home and eat dinner. You wanted to be with your family. You wanted to see their faces one last time. It wasn’t happening anymore. You were done for.

It was a lost cause. If they wanted to kill you, you’d rather they do it now. The more time they spent not doing it, the more false hope they’d give you. You didn’t want to do that. You’re going to die anyway.

Another man came towards you, from what you could see, he was quite cheery-looking. You wouldn’t have presumed the face belonged to a criminal. He took off the cloth around your mouth for you. Was this the end? You were going to get killed. By some criminals, no less. You stared at the ceiling of the car, thinking of your last words. Your last wish was that your death be as painless as possible. You wanted to die comfortably.

“Why are you so scared?” he asked, making you turn to him with the coldest expression you could muster up when the thing you wanted most was to live. “It would be wishful thinking to not be. You’ll kill me.” Managing to hold back the tears in your eyes that threatened to fall, you stayed quiet. The silence was uncomfortable. “No, it’s called hope.” You turned to him again, this time brows furrowed. What did he know of hope? He gave the opposite to people, did he not? His gang was the one who put you in this situation, dimming the light more and more each second. But his voice was understanding, not violent or cruel, just reasonable. “And hope dies last.”

“Stay quiet and we won’t kill you.” The man shut the door.

Hope dies last. If you didn’t make any sound, maybe they’d let you leave. Maybe you did have some hope left in your future. A dim light — very low chances but maybe you’d make it. Maybe you’d see your family again, maybe you wouldn’t die tonight.

You stayed silent as the car doors opened and the men jumped in. If they were planning to kill you, they wouldn’t treat you so nicely, right? Of course, kidnapping someone and threatening to kill them wasn’t nice, but it could’ve been worse. You had heard stories of torture and beatings, atleast you were not being beaten up.

You pitied yourself for being so weak. Maybe you could’ve tried more to save yourself. You shouldn’t have gone to the room. You shouldn’t have broken your phone. You shouldn’t have even come to work today. So many things could’ve gone right but you made all the wrong choices that led you to here, in this car, surrounded by a bunch of killers.

You broke down afterwards. You cried and begged to a God you didn’t believe in to let you back to the comfort of your family.

The men began to talk with each other, drowning out your pleas of self-pity and sorrow.

“We have a gift for you,” a voice came. “What?” another one spoke. It was almost familiar. But you didn’t know who it belonged to. Was the gift you? You were scared. What if this was some crazy stalker of yours? You had never noticed someone following you or anything, but it didn’t mean that it was impossible.

Or maybe a business rival of your father’s, who wanted you so he could take over the family business? That was messed up and, you hoped, not the case. “We have a gift. We’ll give it to you when we get home.”

You were tired. You didn’t want to be a part of this discussion, you didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to know who these people were. You just wanted to go but if you made a single sound, they’d kill you. You had no choice in this matter, you had to stay quiet.

You had thought death would take you in the least expected way possible, but at this point, it was there and inevitable and you couldn’t avoid it. You knew it was coming. They were going to kill you. Maybe then you wouldn’t need to deal with angry customers anymore. The thought made you smile, even if you were still crying.

At the same time, you loved your life. You were content. You were happy with whatever you had. You didn’t want to die, there were so many possibilities — you taking over the family business, going to work everyday to meet your pesky co-leagues, seeing your mum and dad — you were going to miss all of it so much.

The car eventually halted to a stop.

You heard the car doors open and close. After a while, which you never wanted to come, the trunk door opened. You saw the brown-haired guy again. You blinked at him from the corner of the trunk in which you had made yourself comfortable. If he was planning to ask you to kindly get out, you were answering with a big no. But you weren’t given a choice. His hand extended to grab your arm, by which he pulled you out.

You didn’t have the cloth around your mouth anymore, but you didn’t risk your life by speaking. Every nerve in your body was telling you not to enter the mansion they had brought you to. It was in a secluded place, you couldn’t see the tall skyscrapers of the city anymore. How long had you been in that car for?

You were guided by the man inside the mansion into the foyer. The house brought a sense of familiarity to you. It reminded you of your own home, except everything was not where it was supposed to be. Instead of the comfortable foyer you’d step inside as you came into your own home, kicking off your shoes carelessly, it was somewhere you didn’t belong.

Your body was unwilling to move on its own. The man that was beside you had to practically drag you to the first step of the staircase. You could see the other men around the foyer, going aimlessly to their own, desired places. Some headed through certain doors, the others went to the kitchen from what you could see, but only one was going up the stairs you stood at. “Jeon Jungkook!”

The man on the stairs turned around at the call, his eyes meeting yours abruptly.

———

“Stop it!” you laughed, not able to hold it back anymore. The dark-haired boy was tickling you. “Let me eat my lunch,” you pushed him away and stuffed your mouth with the food in the tray, before taking a sip of the water bottle that sat next to you. The cool shade of the tree was relaxing, a sanctuary from the harsh sunlight. You could see the students running here and there. Some girls giggled as they talked with eachother, the boys were making jokes as usual.

Nothing seemed to be out of the norm. Everyone was eating peacefully with everyone else and you were alone.

But the boy that had paid you a visit was none other than Jeon Jungkook — one of the most annoying people you’ve met. He would take every chance to talk with you. You, on the other hand, a seemingly casual, stereotypical introvert, didn’t want his attention.

“Is the food more important than me?” you rolled your eyes at his question. “I—” he cut you off. “That’s a rhetorical question!” he exclaimed, “anyway, how’re your classes going?” he asked, smiling innocently. You stared at his face for a while. He really won’t leave you alone. What’s his problem? “I don’t feel the need to explain it to you.” You took your water bottle, and with the tray in your hand, you walked away.

———

You sat quietly in the class, the teacher hadn’t came yet. You were doodling in your notebook, but someone just had to interrupt you. “Your drawing looks really nice. You have a talent,” you turned to the source of the voice. It’s Jungkook. He’s sitting on your friend’s chair, who was absent. “I didn’t ask for your opinion,” you shrugged, continuing to doodle.

Annoying wasn’t even the word. He was beyond annoying. He knew every single way to mess with your brain and you hated it.

“I was just complimenting you,” he pouted. You had to admit though, he was pretty cute. “Right. And I didn’t need it,” you said, shifting so he couldn’t see your doodle. “Fine.” And the boy dejectedly walked away. You continued to draw, but you couldn’t help but miss him a little.

———

“I’m so done! You’re not doing your work properly, how are we supposed to be the top pair by the end of the term?!” you cried out. This was the hundredth time you had facepalmed. “How could you forget Pythagoras’ theorem, I can’t even—” Jungkook turned to you, an adorable frown playing on his lips. “I’m sorry.”

You sighed, chest still heaving a little from the outburst. If you were ever going to try and get a perfect in the practical, you needed to be the top pair. But with someone as stupid as Jungkook, it made it all beyond impossible. Even with the best student of the class at work.

“I’ll try to solve this one at home, I promise,” he said quietly. You could see he was just as intimidated as you were by your own breakdown. Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself to look him in the eyes. They were doe-like and innocent, bigger than anyone else’s. Just looking into them made your worries disappear. “It’s okay,” you managed to smile.

———

“Y/n?” you look up from the food tray. The voice was Jungkook’s, like you had expected. Unlike some time in the past, you were quite welcoming to his company nowadays. You didn’t know what had hit you. “Yeah?” you moved a little to the side to give him some space to sit down under the shade of the tree. It was just like before, except the person next to you wasn’t annoying anymore.

Or well, he was annoying but you liked it.

“I wanted to tell you something,” you looked at him, at his confused, nervous expression. “Did you…” you try to make sense of the quietness, but there was nothing that came to mind. “Did you fail the maths test…?” you gaped at him, finally noticing the paper he had in his hand. You had worked on that for weeks! “How stupid can you be?” you asked once he silently nodded to your words, dejectedly looking down.

A little part of you felt almost just as sad as someone’s who had failed. When he didn’t reply, you shook your head, then sighed. “I-It’s fine,” you said in a whisper. “We’ll try to get better, okay? We’ll try another method…”

“Ta-da~!” your sentence was cut short by the paper being shoved infront of your face. He hadn’t failed. You had heard people below 25 failed, but the Jungkook had 65! You stare at his face and put the tray to the side, taking the paper in your hands. His gleeful smile was almost something you’d see in heaven.

“Wait… you passed…?” you giggled out of surprise. “I had 15 last time.” Your head perked up in response. “15?! That’s so low! No wonder you’re the worst student in maths class,” you rolled your eyes, a smile on your face. “Stop teasing me and tell me how much you got!”

“Guess.”

“80?” you shake your head. “75?” the answer was wrong. “…90?” he asked with hesitation, making you shake your head again. “… God, don’t tell me you got—” you laugh at his reaction, nodding along. “I got a 100!” you exclaimed, giggling.

“…You lack human feelings, Y/n!” you laughed at the exclamation.

———

The stars were beautiful that night. The moon was out too, it shone brighter than you had remembered it last. You had invited Jungkook to your house and he had decided to star-gaze with you. Romantic, but it made you nervous alongside. Just a few weeks prior to the night, you had managed to come to the conclusion that you had feelings for him.

Everything about him, even his imperfections, was perfect. He was the most beautiful creature you had stumbled upon.

“Y/n,” you turned to him in response to your name. “I wanted to ask you something,” you raised a brow. He didn’t look at you, simply at the dark sky above. “So you know I’m annoying,” you burst into laughter at his comment. “Yes you are!” you replied. “And you probably really hate me.” Before you could correct him, he moved on. “Remember when I told you my dream is to start my own business?” you nodded to his words, remembering the day he had told you that at school.

“Well, I have a new dream.”

“What is it?”

“To…” he bit his lip before breaking into a smile, “become your boyfriend.” You burst into laughter again, heat rising to your cheeks. You punched him hastily due to the embarrassment, almost pushing him off the balcony. “… you know… that dream doesn’t seem to be as impossible as the last one.”

———

It was with a heavy heart that you had to approach Jungkook. The last few years were the best years of your life. He had truly lightened it up, made it brighter, and in his case, more fun too. You had so many precious memories together. Eating ice cream together, midnight calls and the jokes he never refrained to make. He was such a beautiful part of your life that you never wanted to lose.

But life was cruel. You were moving to another city. You couldn’t stay with Jungkook anymore, not meet him like usual. You were graduating from high school too, so there was no chance to see him with the busy schedule you’d have to follow for your later studies.

You decided to meet him up at the park to tell him about your situation. When you arrived with your nerves in control of you, Jungkook was already sitting at the bench you’d always eat at. You sighed as you walked closer, and he stood up when he saw you.

Pressing a kiss to your lips, he greeted you with a cheerful smile. He could sense that something was off with you. You didn’t return the kiss as passionately as you would. The timid posture you stood in reminded him of the days he didn’t know you well. It was as if you were scared, keeping something to yourself. It concerned him. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes but you tried to keep them back. “I’m moving away.” At your statement, silence followed. Jungkook didn’t move, but you knew he was hurt. “Well, I…” he began speaking. The silence was uncomfortable. You wanted to hug him but something pulled you back. “We can still be in this relationship. I think… long distance can work.”

“I don’t think it can,” he looked at you, eyes wide. You sighed. “We’re going to have to break up.” Jungkook looked at you before frantically reaching out to hold you. You didn’t try to hug him back, no matter how much you wanted to. You couldn’t work with long distance relationships. You couldn’t handle not seeing Jungkook’s pretty face everyday. It would hurt. You’d eventually get anxious and paranoid, and then you’d have to break it off anyway. It was better if you saved Jungkook from that pain.

“Y/n, you can’t. I love you. I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear. You could hear him breaking down. It pained you too, but you didn’t say it. “I can’t do this. I can’t break up with you. Please don’t leave me.” You didn’t know it much, but Jungkook really did love you. He loved you badly. He loved you to the moon and back. There was nothing he wasn’t willing to do for you. He’d leave his dream for you. He didn’t want to do anything without you. You were his everything.

But time was just as cruel. It passed in a split second, like it didn’t exist to begin with. That evening, instead of eating ice cream together and intertwining fingers, you parted ways with your beloved.

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Was it the same Jungkook? Surely there could be others but something in you told you that you weren’t making it up. It felt too far-fetched to be at the mercy of your ex-boyfriend. In the past, you may have had control over the relationship, but in the present, he held control and more over your life itself.

The brown-haired man had let go of you, making you fall to the ground as you tried to walk. You didn’t look up, but you could feel him reaching closer.

Hadn’t he said he’d start a business? Had he given up, realising he couldn’t do it? Was it, perhaps, too much for him? Why did he join the gang that had kidnapped you? So the voice you had heard in the car was his. And indeed, the gift was you. You believed you weren’t the nicest gift after leaving him like that.

You looked up to realise he was looking at you, standing on the first step of the staircase, where you had fallen down. His eyes seemed to bore into your soul. It was as if he knew that you were scared and he was trying to intimidate you. But he couldn’t hurt you… right? He loved you. But maybe it was exactly the fact that he loved you. He didn’t love you right now. He could hurt you without batting an eyelash, kill you with a pull of a trigger he probably had millions of.

“Please… don’t kill me, please,” you pleaded, feeling a chill run down your body. You felt more scared than you had thought you were. His dark eyes were magnetising, but they exuded darkness you didn’t know was even possible. He was nothing like the Jungkook you had known, it seemed. Or may he was another person entirely. Maybe he wasn’t even your ex-boyfriend. But the knowing glare he gave you was enough for you to know that you were wrong with that hypothesis.

The way he looked at you was almost like he was examining you. His posture remained frozen, not moving one bit. His expression did not reveal curiosity, but you could sense the conflict. He may have looked calm or collected, but he was far from that. And you knew. Inside his mind was a thundering storm clashing against his morals. He was almost scared to even touch you. Maybe you’d reject his advances — and it wouldn’t be the first time.

He put on a brave, sadistic smile. It was light and soft, but paired with his profane eyes, it made you tremble even more.

“Can you take her to my room, Jimin-hyung? I need to go to Jin-hyung right now,” it was almost like he was the old Jungkook until he eyed you with that sinister look again. The brown-haired man, Jimin, helped you get up. You did so without protesting, and with his support, you were finally able to get up the stairs without much effort.

You quietly climbed the stairs, your only thoughts were about Jungkook. Were you really at his mercy? He couldn’t kill you. But then again, his gang had robbed the bank you had worked at, and who knows what they did to your co-workers and the customers?

Reaching the halls, you looked towards the cute boy beside you. If it wasn’t for the fact that he worked with thieves, he looked pretty sweet. “Why are you doing this?” your voice came out much more bleak than you had expected. Home seemed like a distant memory at this point. There was no way Jungkook was letting you go. He must have a torturous plan for revenge. And maybe you deserved it for leaving him.

“We just want to make Jungkook happy,” Jimin said. “He placed you on the no-harm list when we made the group. We found you and thought you were important to him, so we brought you here. Guess you were the right one then!” despite his enthusiasm, you did not smile.

Jimin must have caught on, because he looked at you with wide eyes. “Do you not like Jungkook? You don’t have to answer it if you think it’s invading your privacy… But… who really are you to Jungkook?” you stayed silent as you walked through the halls.

Could you really answer him? Were you in the position to? He did seem friendly, but who knew who these people were. “It’s fine if you don’t want to share.” You stopped infront of the dark-oak polished door. Jimin opened the door by the silver knob, and with his help, you were able to get yourself to the bed — Jungkook’s bed, no less. “Can you…” you bit your lip, “undo these, please?” you held up your tied hands and tried to move your feet.

Jimin frowned, his brown hair falling over his face slightly. He thought for a bit, staying silent. “Hmm…” the cute pout he had on his face was gentle. If there was one person you could trust by just looking at them, it was Jimin.

While you did deem it crazy to trust a stranger who was with the people that had kidnapped you, you were desperate for some support. Jimin seemed to be a nice person generally, just with a bad background. Or maybe that was just you trying to justify why you were trusting him. Either way, he had a calm aura about him you couldn’t refuse.

“Well, okay. I can undo those, but don’t tell Jungkook, okay?” he smiled as he untied the ropes that binded you. “Or he may just kill me,” you heard him mutter, and though you thought about smiling at the comment, it appeared to be a lot more realistic than sarcastic, so you stayed quiet, making sure your pokerface stayed intact.

As he finished untying the ropes and turned to leave, you addressed him again.“Jimin… what do you think is going to happen to me?” you asked quietly. Jimin did not respond, staying still at his place. For a while, you expected an answer from him until he started walking again, destroying the hope you had.

Turning around to close the door, he looked at you with a soft, caring expression, before he changed it to a cold cast. “Whatever Jungkook wants to do with you.” The door closed.

You stared at the door, hoping it would open and Jimin would elaborate on the vague reply, but he did not. The door stayed closed.

Another chill ran down your spine. What was Jungkook going to do with you? Your feet and wrists hurt from the ropes that tied them for so long. You were in no position to move. You couldn’t escape. You wouldn’t be surprised if Jungkook had out a special lock on the windows. The room was nice, either way.

It was modern, minimalistic but not dull. It had a nice balance. Jungkook really seemed to like neutral colours, it seemed. Nothing like the boy you remembered, who’d always answer, ❛rainbow!❜ when you asked him his favourite colour. Maybe he didn’t like banana milk as much anymore either. You didn’t see a carton around. He’d always bring two to high school, one to drink and the other to give to you, even if you hadn’t asked for it.

You couldn’t see any dangerous weapons around, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist. And it was in that moment that you realised you were sitting on luxuries brought from stolen money. Jungkook had ended up completely different than you had expected.

His eyes shone with such thirst for life when he was in high school. And now it shone with thirst for blood. For money and for selfish means. For darkness and for sinister acts. What had led him so astray, you pondered. You knew his mother was single, but what led him to be so done with life that he joined such a gang? It hurt you to see that he didn’t care for people anymore. It was like he had lost his humanity.

He had lost his humanity. He had lost his humanity and any chances of redemption. Or the chance that you two would be together ever again. He had thrown it in the trash for something that was going to give him no good.

Even if you had moved on, you couldn’t just forget the fact that you could be killed if you played one wrong move. By your ex-boyfriend no less.

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Chapter 3: Unified In Differences

Pairing: princess!y/n x prince!Chenle

Themes: royalty au, fluff, angst

Warnings: arranged marriage, violence, war, injury, illness, descriptions of injury and blood

Words: 5.8k

Inspiration: BTS - Blood, Sweat and Tears - orchestral cover

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Finale

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It had taken three days to travel to the site of the battle. Chenle was sat in his tent, the fighting having just finished for the day. The army had followed Chenle’s change of plans and approached from the mountains. They had surrounded the Odin’s troops with cavalry and archers and the first three days were triumphant. It seemed as though this battle would be easily won.

But it didn’t stay that way for long.

The fourth day arrived and Odin had called in for reinforcements. Chenle watched as your troops marched fearlessly into battle, even though they were now outnumbered 3 to 1. The past two days had been the most difficult. Odin’s army began to overpower them and many knights of your land were killed, the previously high morale and hope among your army was dropping.

Chenle stood up, stretching his aching muscles slightly as he relished in the light feeling of taking his armour off after a full day, and left his tent. He made his way to the tent on his left, the King’s, and one of the guards went inside to let the King know that Chenle was waiting.

As the guard disappeared from sight, Chenle took the time to take a look around the campsite that the army had set up upon arriving. He watched as knights and servants bustled around, mending armour and sharpening swords, preparing for another hard day of fighting. He spotted Jisung sat by the fire and watched as he spoke closely with the head of the royal guard. Chenle had learnt that Jisung had spent almost his entire childhood being trained by that man, and that he had taught him everything he knows.

‘Your highness? He’s ready for you.’ The guard reappeared, easily grabbing Chenle’s attention.

Chenle nodded in thanks and ducked into the tent.

‘You wished to see me your majesty.’ Chenle spoke as he entered, bowing in respect to his King.

‘Ahhh, yes, thank you for coming Chenle.’ The King looked up, his face somber. ‘As you are aware, the odds of us winning this battle are shrinking by the day. I see little hope in sending word for reinforcements of our own, as it would take them three days to reach here, and I feel that, one way or another, the battle will be over by then.’

Chenle stayed silent, not quite sure yet what the King wanted him for.

‘There is also one more problem.’

Chenle raised his eyebrow as the king continued to speak.

‘We still don’t know who the traitor is. Someone had to leak our route to Odin, someone has betrayed us and we still don’t know who it is.’ Your father’s face grimaced into a frown.

Chenle could hear the frustration in his voice and thought back on all the knights he had met.

‘Your majesty...’ Chenle began, his mind whirring as the king looked up at him expectantly. ‘May I ask who knew about your route to begin with?’

‘What do you mean?’ The King questioned, furrowing his brows at Chenle.

‘I mean, who knew the route you were planning to take. Did all the knights know about it?’

The king shook his head at that.

‘No... Only a select few... We had a meeting with the head of the royal guard, Jisung-’ The king continued to rattle off a couple of names that Chenle didn’t recognise, but he nodded along, a plan forming in his head.

‘Then we have our list of suspects. You can’t give away information that you don’t have, therefore the traitor has to be one of the few people present at that meeting.’ Chenle revealed. The King’s eyes widened with this new information.

‘You’re right.’ He breathed. ‘I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. We need to keep an eye on them, make sure that none of them slip away without us realising it. Now how do we figure out which one is the traitor?’

‘Well...’ Chenle trailed off. The King looked back at him, motioning for him to keep talking.

‘Please, speak Chenle. Tell me what’s on your mind.’ The King urged, desperate to hear the young prince’s idea.

‘I was just thinking, they’re likely to switch sides if we lose the battle, right? Therefore, as soon as they think that the battle is won, they’ll swap over to Odin’s side. Now it’s a last minute revelation so it doesn’t really help, but, if we can somehow convince the army tonight that we’re at much worse odds than we are. Maybe tell them that we may surrender the day after tomorrow, the traitor is sure to abandon us.’ Chenle said, his eyes drifting back to the King to see his reaction.

The king was nodding slowly again, a plan seeming to form in his head.

‘Let’s do it. We have nothing to lose.’ He sent Chenle a smile, one that he gladly returned.

Chenle turned to leave, prepared to go to sleep and ready himself for the next day of fighting.

‘And Chenle?’ The king called out, stopping the boy where he was. ‘Not a word of this to anyone. It doesn’t matter how close you are to them, somebody out there is not who we thought they were. Understand?’ The King warned.

Chenle swallowed slightly and nodded. He knew that the king was referring to his close friendship with Jisung. As much as he wanted to believe that it wasn’t true, he knew he couldn’t trust Jisung until he had concrete proof that he wasn’t a traitor.

Chenle couldn’t trust anyone.

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Dawn was just appearing over the horizon when Chenle was woken. The servant outside his tent knocked politely on the wooden poles as a form of greeting and waiting for Chenle to call him inside.

‘The King wants to address the whole army before the battle continues today.’ He informed Chenle, bowing as he entered.

‘Thank you.’ Chenle mumbled, his voice still slightly groggy from the short amount of sleep he had managed to get.

Chenle was exhausted. The entire army was, they fought from dawn until dusk and then came back, got a few hours sleep, dressed back into their armour and prepared to do it all again.

His muscles were noticeably more sore as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He stood, walking around a bit to wake himself up and splashing some water on his face as well. He got into his clothes, the servant just reappearing to help Chenle with his armour.

The servant bustled around him, tying and buckling certain straps to ensure that everything was tight enough. Chenle winced, feeling the growing weight of the armour pull him down. His servant turned away for the final time, grabbing the final two items before facing Chenle again.

In his hands he held Chenle’s helmet and his sword. Chenle took a deep breath, steadying his already racing heartbeat and put his sword in his sheath before grabbing his helmet. With his sword hanging by his side and his helmet under his arm, Chenle felt ready for battle.

‘Thank you.’ He said to the servant as their eyebrows raised in surprise at his words. It was very uncommon for a royal to thank someone working for them, but Chenle knew that they didn’t have to be here at all. All the servants who had joined the army to the battle had volunteered, wanting to do what they could to protect the kingdom they loved.

‘Just doing by job sire.’ The servant bowed before leading Chenle outside.

Chenle left his tent, falling quickly in stride with all the other knights who were doing the same. Jisung randomly appeared on his left, making Chenle jump slightly.

‘You’re skittish.’ Jisung observed, raising a confused eyebrow.

‘Just nervous.’ Chenle muttered.

Jisung nodded in understanding.

‘Me too. Do you know what the king wants to talk to us about?’ He looked sideways towards Chenle as they neared their destination.

Chenle stopped walking, keeping his eyes in front of him.

‘No.’ He lied.

The knights were all lined up just outside of their camp. The head of the royal guard and Chenle were both required to be in the front row due to their seniority in the castle. Chenle spared Jisung a nod before moving away from him, through the ranks to reach his designated spot. He felt guilty treating Jisung so coldly, but Chenle didn’t know what he would do if his closest friend, the first proper friend he made since he arrived here, turned out to be the one who betrayed his kingdom. He knew that he also had you as a friend, but that was different. He didn’t want to just be your friend, whereas, he felt as though he needed Jisung as one.

The King approached the front of the army. He turned to face them before raising his voice to speak.

‘Knights! It is no secret to any of you that this battle has started to go sour. The reinforcements from Odin have made it increasingly difficult for us to gain an advantage over them. I am not going to lie to you, men, we are heavily outnumbered and out chances of surviving are shrinking. I am asking every one of you to put you everything into the next few days, they could turn the tide. You were all knighted because you are brave, loyal and honourable, and I, for one, am proud to lead an army of such men. I am going to fight for my life, and my kingdom. Will you fight with me?’ He raised his voice even more for the final sentence.

The entire army roared in support, people punching the air or raising weapons of their own. Even the horses began to whinny, rearing as if in support for the statement.

The king turned around and faced the battlefield, where Chenle could just see Odin’s troops appearing over the horizon.

‘Ready men?’ He bellowed, unsheathing his sword and holding it up high. The entire army followed his lead, pulling out their weapons in preparation. ‘On me!’

The army unleashed another battlecry, spurring into action. The cavalry galloped ahead and men launched into a run. Chenle had left Aspen behind for the day, having ridden her consistently for the previous ones. He ran side by side with the other knights into battle.

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That day was a turning point. The army fought with a vigour and dedication that allowed them to obliterate a majority of Odin’s reinforcements. Their victory levelled the playing field for what everyone was now realising would be the final days. The fighting had stopped for the day and the army was counting their losses from the safety of the campsite.

Chenle ran desperately through wounded knights searching for the king. He had promised to stay within eyesight as much as possible and, with a traitor in their midst, Chenle was worried that your father would be targeted.

Chenle was looking around when Jisung came up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to still his erratic movements.

‘What’s the matter?’ He asked, getting straight to the point.

‘I can’t find the king.’ Chenle admitted.

‘Holy... did we check the battlefield?’ Jisung asked as dread flooded through Chenle’s system. He hadn’t checked if the king had been among the dead.

‘The king wasn’t there.’ Another voice piped up, one Chenle had been recently introduced to. A knight by the name of Lee Jeno. ‘I did the rounds today, he wasn’t killed in battle.’

‘Then where-’ Jisung’s question was cut off by a shout and the sound of metal on metal. The three boys shared a worried look before all heading off quickly in the direction of the noise.

They turned a sharp corner to find the head of the royal guard. The three boys relaxed slightly until the man in front of them turned around. They watched in horror as he pulled his dagger out of the king’s chest, the blood coating the pierced armour. The king collapsed to the floor, hitting the ground hard, and Chenle found himself staring in shock at the traitor standing over the fallen body of the king. The head of the royal guard turned his head and smiled at the three boys.

‘Is this your ruler?’ He asked, pointing to the injured man on the ground.

Chenle drew his sword, both Jeno and Jisung following.

‘Step away.’ Jeno commanded. Chenle had to admire the tone of his voice, it was so clear and authoritative that even Chenle felt compelled to move from where he was standing.

The head of the royal guard laughed, sheathing his blood coated knife and drawing his long sword.

‘The damage is done. It’s too late now.’ He laughed manically, and Chenle felt Jisung shaking slightly from beside him. ‘Oh, little Jisung, you must be confused. It’s called glory, that is why we fight. Not for honour, not loyalty, but glory. You’d do well to remember that. And you-’ He turned to face Chenle. ‘The filthy foreigner that they think can rule our kingdom. You don’t know the first thing about what it means to be one of us. And you never will. Don’t try to kid yourself by pretending to be something you’re not.’

That seemed to snap something in Jeno. He moved like lightening, striking at the twisted man in front of him.

‘You do not attack our king and insult our prince.’ He shouted, his voice shaking with rage.

Chenle nudged Jisung and pointed towards the king, relieved when the boy knew exactly what to do. Chenle himself, however, moved forward to help Jeno, coming towards the head of the royal guard from behind. But the man had been trained in combat his entire life, and didn’t seem to have any trouble with taking on the two of them at the same time.

About 30 seconds into the fight, Chenle had a sudden idea. He waited for the man to face Jeno and, as fast as he could, lifted up his sword and whacked him on the head with the butt of it. The force of the hit caused the man to crumple into a heap on the floor.

Jeno looked at the head of the royal guard before back up at Chenle.

‘Nice idea.’ He commented, slightly out of breath.

‘Thanks.’ Chenle replied, opening his mouth to say something but a groan emitting from the injured king stopped him.

Both him and Jeno fell beside Jisung, looking at their ruler.

‘How is he?’ Jeno asked.

‘Not good.’ Jisung admitted. ‘He’s losing a lot of blood. I can’t... I can’t believe he would do this. That man trained me my entire life, he took me in when I had no one, he’s the reason I have the life that I have now, I just-’

Jisung trailed off, his voice shaking and Chenle watched as Jeno placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

‘Sometimes people aren’t who we thought they were. No matter how well you think you know someone, they can always surprise you.’

Chenle looked over his shoulder at the unconscious traitor. He had no idea how any of the knights would feel when they learnt that it was him. He had no idea how badly Jisung would take this. As he had just said, that man had practically raised him. The king was finding it difficult to breath, his breaths short and jagged. It was clear he was in bad shape.

‘He can’t stay here. We need to send the King back home to be treated.’ Chenle said as both Jeno and Jisung nodded in agreement.

‘No...’ A weak voice called out as the king raised a shaky hand to Chenle’s arm. ‘I must address the knights first.’

‘Your majesty, you really must get back to the castle where there are healers to help you.’ Jeno calmly insisted.

‘I will speak to my army first.’ The king declared, his power still reigning true, even in his weakened state. ‘I must appoint someone to lead in my place.’

Jeno bowed his head in understanding, helping the king to stand. Together, the three of them brought the king forward towards the army. Luckily, most of the knights were still out of their tents, making it only a few short minutes before they were all ready to listen to their king.

For the second time that day, the king looked out at the army in front of him. Raising his voice to insight passion and hope in the wounded men. His revelation as to who the traitor was caused a ripple of surprise to go through the men, none of them expecting the head of the royal guard to be the one to doom them.

‘And so, I must appoint someone to lead you in my stead. I cannot join you on the battlefield tomorrow, I, along with other wounded knights who are in no shape to fight, will be making our way back to the citadel. In my place, I leave Chenle.’

Chenle’s head shot up at his words and all eyes turned to him. The last thing he had been expecting was to be appointed to lead the army, assuming that it would be a knight of far more experience and someone who knew most of the people they were fighting with.

‘He is to be crowned as Prince upon our return to the kingdom, and I believe this to be his first test as leader. The previous head of the royal guard, the traitor, claimed that he would never be one of us, that he didn’t belong. You had proven already that you have more honour, more loyalty, and more bravery than any of us could have expected. You came to me, and asked permission to join this army and fight for your kingdom, even though it was not asked of you, and that shows your values loud and clear. I have every faith that you will bring us to victory.’

A few gasps and murmurs surfed through the army at the king’s revelation of Chenle asking to fight for the kingdom, but none of them showed any displeasure at the king’s choice. A knight by the name of Lee Taeyong stepped forward, one who Chenle knew was a natural leader and likely to be chosen as the new head of the royal guard. He had spent the last twenty five years of his life training and fighting for his kingdom, and Chenle remembered you telling him that Taeyong is the most popular and well respected among the knights, due to his unwavering morales and values.

‘Your highness, in your short time here, you have shown us that your values are pure and your moral compass true. I would be honoured to fight under your rule.’

Taeyong crouched onto one knee, holding his right arm to his chest. The army slowly followed after him, each man kneeing down after the other. Chenle saw both Jeno and Jisung send him a smile before kneeing down too. Then, Taeyong let out a deafening cry.

‘Long live the Prince!’

‘Long live the Prince!’ The army repeated, their voices unified.

And in that moment, they were all one. It didn’t matter where you came from, or what your wealth or social status was, they were one army, fighting for one kingdom, and they were unified through their differences.

---

The next morning, Chenle rose before any of the other knights. He walked into the king’s now empty tent and looked at the battle plans he was given. The king had left the previous knight, accompanied by all the wounded knights and a few healthy ones as protection. They had already begun their journey back to the kingdom. The king had been wounded much more severely than Chenle had previously realised and his only chance of survival was to head back. A messenger had been sent as well, travelling at a faster speed than the wounded were capable of, hoping to inform the castle physicians and make sure that they were prepared for the men they were about to receive.

Already fully dressed in his armour, Chenle was leaning over the battle plans what a guard appeared.

‘Your highness? The knights you requested have arrived.’ Chenle was informed.

‘Thank you, send them in.’

The guard nodded at Chenle’s command, bowed slightly and left. Only a few seconds had passed before five knights entered the tent. Taeyong led them, with Jisung and Jeno following close behind and two new faces that Chenle knew went by the names of Jaemin and Jaehyun brought up the rear.

‘Thank you for coming.’ Chenle began, moving the plans so that the men could see what he had been looking at. ‘We know from the battle yesterday that our numbers are roughly even. And we know from this past week and previous battles that both our armies are of similar strength and skill. That means that, if we stand any chance of finishing this today, we need to outsmart them. We need new tactics, something they haven’t seen before, or aren’t expecting.’

Chenle looked up to make sure that the other knights were following and was greeted by nods of confirmation and furrowed brows.

‘I say we utilise our archers.’ Jisung offered the first idea. ‘It was the prince’s idea to use them initially and, if we can reinstate them into a good position, it may give us an advantage.’

‘Jisung is right. You cannot defend from attacks coming from both the sky and the ground, it’s not possible. But this is the problem, there are no suitable places to situate enough archers to make a difference. If that were to happen then we would need to move the fighting to here.’ Taeyong pointed to a different area on the map. ‘This area is surrounded by mountains, giving us lots of space.’

Chenle shook his head.

‘But the second we try to move the fighting there they would know exactly what we were planning. Who’s to say that they don’t send up archers of their own? No, we need the element of surprise.’

‘What about cavalry?’ Jeno suggested, but Jaehyun shook his head.

‘We’ve lost a lot of horses sending back the injured knights, and the ones that are left are exhausted. They wouldn’t be able to go for long. If we did something with cavalry, it would only be able to be around ten minutes long.’

‘Where are our archers situated now?’ Jaemin asked, his eyes never leaving the map.

‘We don’t have any archers there, all of them are on the battlefield.’ Chenle explained, all the other knights looking on with confused expressions.

Jaemin’s head shot up.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked.

‘Positive.’ Chenle replied. ‘Why?’

‘Because this morning, before I came here, I took a detour to collect more firewood for camp. When making my way back I passed this area.’ He circled a spot on the map with his finger. ‘And there were at least fifteen archers preparing their station there.’

All of the knights around the table shared worried looks.

‘They’re planning an ambush.’ Taeyong said, looking to Chenle for what to do next. The four other men at the table also turned their eyes towards their leader.

Chenle took a deep breath to calm his nerves, wracking his brain to come up with a solution.

‘Ok, here’s what we do. We don’t have the numbers to survive an ambush like that, so, before the fighting begins we are going to send out small groups of our archers to these three areas. They are the only places where you could possibly have archers positioned, so if Odin has prepared this is all over, that is where it is going to be. Now, they don’t think we know about them so they won’t be expecting an attack. That’s useful for us. We ambush them and our groups will take the place of Odin’s archers. Then, when they receive the signal, they will fire on Odin’s army instead of ours. Now, while our ambush on their archer groups is happening, we are going to send our a majority of our army out to the battle on foot, around 2/3 of it. This will be the main bulk of the fighting but also the main distraction. Before the archers fire, one of the groups will head back to the ground. But, they’re not going to join the fighting.’ Chenle paused to take a breath, his mind racing at a million miles an hour.

‘What are they going to do?’ Jisung asked, the rest of the knights scared to interrupt Chenle’s thought process.

‘They’re going to attack Odin’s camp. Not massively, not even enough to draw attention to themselves, but, they should aim for their prison. If they can free our war captives, then we really stand a shot as that increases our army size.’

‘That’s genius.’ Jaemin breathed out.

‘While, they’re there, they need to grab one more thing. Horses. Steal just enough horses for one for each man in your group, and head out onto the battlefield. When on their way back, one of them will need to send a signal to our campsite. That is when we use our cavalry. Jaehyun was right, the horses are tired so this will have to be done quickly. The cavalry will approach from both sides and circle the ground fighting. Our foot soldiers will need to use this distraction to either climb up onto a horse, or exit the main area. That is when the archers fire. If they rain their arrows down from above while Odin’s army is caged in with our cavalry, we can take out a lot of them. Whatever’s left shouldn’t be too hard to pick off.’

Chenle looked up at the rest of the knights, hoping to get their opinion. The five around the table were staring at him in utter shock. Chenle’s nerves started rising, not knowing if it was a good look or not, until they started to speak.

‘Oh my god-’

‘How did you come up with that?’

‘We actually stand a proper chance now.’

‘You need to tell the army this-’

‘That’s incredible-’

Chenle laughed slightly, looking back at the maps in front of him. Taeyong reached out and placed a comforting hand on the younger’s shoulder.

‘Let’s finish this thing so we can head home. How does that sound?’

The six of them all cheered at that, craving to sleep in a proper bed and without the fear of what they would face the next day.

‘Let’s gather the knights.’

Chenle nodded at Taeyong’s words.

‘At the same place as last night, I’ll be out in a few minutes.’

The rest of the boys nodded at Chenle’s instruction, all of them leaving the tent one by one until it was just Jisung left. Chenle looked up at his friend and saw the teasing smile on his face.

‘What?’ Chenle questioned.

‘You thought I was the spy.’ Jisung declared, watching as Chenle’s jaw dropped.

‘What? I- No, I- But I mean- You see-’ Chenle stuttered, trying to explain himself and praying that his friend wouldn’t be too upset with his worry.

‘No I get it. I was one of the few people to know our route, so I wasn’t surprised that I would be on the list. I’m just joking with you.’ Jisung grinned as Chenle let out a breathy laugh. ‘I’m actually glad you thought it might be me. It shows that you wouldn’t let your personal feelings put the kingdom in danger. That’s the sign of a good leader. It didn’t matter to you that we were friends, you just needed to find out who betrayed your kingdom.’

‘Well... I’m not sure I’d say we were friends....’ Chenle groaned, a teasing smile of his own appearing on his face.

Jisung gasped in fake hurt.

‘How dare you? Maybe I will become a traitor after all.’

‘I’ll have you beheaded!’ Chenle dramatically declared, reaching for his sword.

‘You don’t have the power, you’re not king yet.’ Jisung deadpanned, whacking him on the head gently. ‘Come on, let’s go tell the knights.’

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Chenle and Jisung were stood at the front of the army, waiting for the signal from Jeno to head into battle. The small groups had been sent off to reach the archers’ positions and, once Jeno sent Chenle the signal, it was time to start the main battle so that his group could sneak into enemy territory.

‘I should have kissed her.’ Chenle said out of nowhere, causing Jisung to send a confused look towards his friend.

‘What?’ He asked, both of the boys keeping their voices low so that the army behind them couldn’t hear their conversation.

‘I can’t even kiss the girl I’m in love with, how am I supposed to lead an army?’ Chenle could feel himself beginning to panic, the weight of his position resting heavily upon his shoulders. If they failed today, it would all be because of Chenle. The men who die today, their blood will be on his hands. It’s his job as their leader to protect them, and he wasn’t sure he could do it.

‘Y/n?’ Jisung questioned him, causing frustration to flow through Chenle’s veins.

‘Of course y/n!’ He bit back.

‘Kiss her when you get back then. It’ll give you something to fight for.’ Jisung said offhandedly, but staring his friend down with a supportive look. Chenle knew that Jisung believed in him. He knew that Taeyong, Jeno, Jaehyun, Jaemin and all the other knights did as well. He just needed to believe in himself.

Suddenly a light flashed from the side of one mountain. It was the sun reflecting off a sword. It meant that Jeno’s group were heading towards Odin’s camp. It was time to start the battle. As the king had said the pervious morning, one way or another, this would all end today.

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The army let out a deafening cry, with Chenle at the head, they launched themselves forwards into a run. Jisung ran steadily at Chenle’s side, his determined eyes fixated on the battlefield in front of him. Chenle couldn’t spare to look behind him, but he knew that all the other knights were following him. Their footsteps echoing across the plain.

Odin’s army copied this movement, bellowing out a battle cry and moving across the battlefield as well. Their dark armour was a sheer contrast to the silver that Chenle and the rest of the army was wearing.

It didn’t take long for the two armies to meet. Crashing onto one and other in a collision of swords and angry shouts. The people around Chenle blurred into the distance and he only focused on the enemy in front of him.

One man at a time. Even the battlefield one man at a time.

It was as if everyone knew that this would be the deciding day, as both your kingdom’s and Odin’s kingdom fought with a renewed strength and vigour that hadn’t been seen yet. It was easy to see that Chenle was right, the two armies were very similar in size and skill. They would have to pray that this plan would work, otherwise there was no hope at all of ever making it back home.

Chenle refused to let that be the case. Every time he felt his arms tire, his muscles sore from the relentless fighting of the past few days, every time he wanted to give up, he pictured you. He pictured your face. He thought about how much you loved your kingdom, and that, if you were here, you would be fighting alongside him right now. Chenle thought about what he would do when he got back to you. How he would finally hold you close, tell you the truth, and just enjoy being with you. He thought about how he would never take peace for granted again.

The was no concept of time during the fighting. Chenle had no way of knowing if Jeno had managed to get into Odin’s camp, he just had to hope. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long as the sound of multiple horses galloping was gradually heard over the fighting. Chenle noticed this, while locked, sword on sword with an enemy. Chenle pushed with all his might, throwing the other man back and swung forwards. He cut the man deep across his chest and kicked him to the ground before turning where he stood.

His eyes landed on Odin’s hoses galloping towards them at full speed, he watched as the knight on top drew his sword, encouraging those following to do the same. For a moment Chenle’s heart sank. He couldn’t see the trademark silver armour, nor could he make out any knights he knew. Until, the group of them galloped into the sun, their armour shining brightly. Chenle was blinded by the flashes of silver but he couldn’t help the laugh he let out.

Jeno had done it.

Chenle looked behind him and saw the cavalry approaching them from their camp and knew that the time had come. He angled his sword, sending a signal to the archers before calling out to the army.

‘Fall back!’ He yelled, listening as the men repeated it, making sure that everyone knew the command. The knights ran in between the horses, falling behind as the circle of cavalry gradually drew in on the armies.

Odin’s army watched in confused, not understanding why Chenle used a call that usually symbolises surrender. By the time they realised what was happening, it was too late. The horses had surrounded most of Odin’s army, only a few strays on the side. Chenle held his breath and counted down.

‘3... 2... 1...’

Like clockwork, arrows rained down from the sky. With deadly precision they took out many of the trapped men. Yells came up from Odin’s army as realisation dawned on them that their ambush plan had not only failed, but also backfired on them. The men from Odin’s army gradually fell and it seemed as though everything had worked, that the battle had almost been won.

The horses dispersed, exhausted from the past few days, and, what was left of both armies threw themselves into battle one final time.

Chenle could feel victory within his grasp. Odin’s army were weak, they were tired and there weren’t many of them left. It was clear that the battle was nearly over and that he would be able to make his way home to his kingdom, to you, victorious. For the first time since they had arrived, he was feeling confident about the chances of him returning home. Chenle was even thinking that the battle couldn’t have been going better.

Then he got stabbed.

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Quarantine.2

[Masterlist] Pairing: BTS x reader (i don’t know if this will have ships or just friendship or what I am just letting it run its course) Genres: friendship, drama, romance Rating: All Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city. Words: 3.1k Announcement: I have 901 followers this. I can’t thank you guys enough. Stay safe. (this has a tiny inspiration from the movie exit and that is that they can’t go outside that's about it)

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When the sun poured in from the window, you deemed it time to wake up, though you hadn’t actually slept, not that you didn’t try. There were specific requirements you needed to sleep. It had to be pitch black with soft tone music in the background and there had to be air running across your face by a fan or you would feel claustrophobic.

Stepping out into the hall, you heard two young female employees talk as they passed about ‘hot water running out’. Following them down the hall you saw the first set of bathrooms. It was packed, the line stretched out down the hall.

“Maybe we should try the bathroom on the third floor?” one of the two women said, “No these are the best and it will be packed as well so we should just stand in line.”

You walked away and to the third floor to see the line, you weren’t worried about showering anytime soon. It was also out the door with tired men and women sitting against the wall. Humming thoughtfully you remembered the storage room, there was an old bathroom beside it, what are the chances there was a shower in there.

Taking the service elevator to the basement. It was clean and brightly lit, just as it had been the day before. There were cameras in some corners of the halls. You walked to the end cautiously, why did basements have such a bad reputation. Seeing the familiar storage room ahead of you and to the right was the bathroom. You pushed the door open hesitantly; you saw the stalls they were clean and unused, and like luck would have it the last had a shower. Locking the door you showered quickly the water was hot because there was a personal hot water system in the corner of the stall.

With a towel wrapped securely around your chest, you quickly ducked into the storage room. Cleaning up a little and hanging ropes across the pipes on the walls. Making a makeshift clothesline to hang the clothes you had washed in the shower. There were some old costumes and props and hoodies. Searching the piles of clothing for something that fit. You found something you were nervous to wear. Embarrassingly you had found a box of old merch and discontinued items in various sizes, none of it had been worn they all still had tags and were sealed in their packets folded professionally.

You pulled out a set of BT21 underwear in your size and felt your face grow hot if you were caught wearing these character underwear you would be mortified. You found what looked like a plain black hoody in an XXL and slipped it on. It reached to your knees. You chose this size as there were no pants in the pile and boxes you had searched just hoodies and underwear.

You took the service elevator up to your floor and stepped out walking past the two women who had lined up in front of you still haven’t gone in. Continued walking you slowed past the boys meeting room you could hear groans of annoyance, “there is no hot water and the lines for the showers are huge”

Deciding to take pity and potentially losing your secret shower, you knocked on the door. Met by a dishevelled Jin. Slipping past him and shutting the door, the room had a very manly musky scent and you blushed ��I um… found a secret shower with a personal hot water system but you have to promise to keep it a secret or I won’t tell you?”

Their eyes lit up. Scrambling to you. You told them to pack their shower stuff in a discreet bag and they lined up waiting.

“Follow me?” Turning and peeking out the door you heard them gasp and start laughing hysterically. You froze confused, had your hoody rode up and exposed your underwear. Tugging the back of the hoody down you sighed in relief realising that wasn’t the case. Whipping around to see they were hanging off each other trying to suppress their laughter. “what is it?”

“We didn’t know you were a fan of Suga?” “Who?” They pointed at the small thin young man, his eyes sleepy and his face blank, the corners of his mouth seemed permanently turned down. “You're wearing my uh merch, it says ‘Suga’ on the back” you turned to have a look and facepalmed.

Yoongi couldn’t help laughing at your shocked reaction, his eyes lost all their sleepiness and turned into rainbow arches, his soft cheeks lifting and his smile revealed. You could see his pink gums and you knew he was genuinely amused.

“I uh stole it from the storage room, I thought it was a plain black hoody you have a lot of merch clothes down there,” Leading them from the room and past the line of employee’s to the service elevator. “Why do you take the service elevator?” “What services will we get when the whole city is stuck indoors? And the regular elevator is small and busy”

“You are pretty smart?” Namjoon nudged you with his shoulder, which would have been fine if your body wasn’t tired and lethargic from lack of sleep. Stumbling back into Jimin’s arms. “Thank you, I find I can be smart when I need to be” The doors opened and like every time you stepped into the basement you felt like you were in some action or horror movie.

“This is where we die?” Hoseok laughed his voice cracking a little. You laughed, actually laughed. There was something about the way he said it in English with his cute accent.

“That’s what I think every time I come down here. The bathroom is in there, there is only one shower but if you wash your clothes with the bucket and the generic soap I stole from the supply cupboard down the hall, you can wash your clothes and hang them in the storage room. It has decent ventilation down here so they won’t take to long to dry”

You left them to it, going back to the storage room, cleaning some more you found a board game and some promotional cans of drinks. There were some more clothes in another box, you tried to find a pair of pants that would fit but were unlucky. You couldn’t have it all.

You sighed hanging a long white fabric backdrop over the slightly stained couch. Sitting as you emptied some more product boxes while waiting. You were tired but you couldn’t sleep. Deciding to use the BT21 makeup, you found you put on some makeup and smiled it was nice. You wondered why the storage room was filled with random bits of their work.

You finished applying the lip tint when they walked in clean wearing only towels, “oh um” you turned to cover your eyes, “you have clothes and costumes over there”

They all sorted through the clothes and dressed while you faced the corner of the room. When they said they were done, you walked back to the couch to find it already occupied. “You look happier” Examining the group of boys, Taehyung was tying his shoes on the couch and Jimin and Yoongi were talking quietly looking up and down your legs your cheeks tinted pink

Jin and Jungkook were hanging out washing and they stopped staring at your bra and underwear, causing you to get redder especially your neck and ears. Taehyung hooked his finger under the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and gently pulled it up at the side. With a squeal and a jump, you flailed slapping his hand away.

“Taehyung, you can’t just do that?” Namjoon scolded and Taehyung blushed holding his hands up in defence. “Sorry I wasn’t trying to look at your underwear I was just wondering if you had pants on, but, um… are you wearing Cooky underwear?” Jungkook froze his cheeks going red and you looked away refusing to answer your face feeling like it was on fire. “I don’t know the character names but it’s a bunny?”

“Oh JayKay you lucky boy” Hoseok slapped the younger boys back and you frowned. “Again I just wore what was clean and I could find” You walked out of the room unable to stand to be near them your face was too warm. On your way back to the corridor they all caught up joining you in the elevator to the second floor. You were all going to the dining room for some breakfast.

Your brother again was nowhere to be found, many of the boys were wearing prescription glasses complaining about not having contacts. “You look good don’t worry” you mumbled to Jin and he seemed to fluff right up like a proud peacock blowing a kiss at you from one end of the table.

Taehyung sat in front of you and it was kind of hard to eat. He was so handsome. His face was mesmerising. His eyebrows were thick and eyelashes were long. He had rounded ears that stuck out giving him a silly kind of look but you thought it was so cute. You seemed mesmerised by the tiny freckle on his nose.

Eating slowly giving up your kimchi again and settled for rice and the lightly seasoned side dishes. “You mustn’t like kimchi,” Namjoon said “It’s a strong flavour I am still getting used to but as for now it is making my stomach hurt my body is not used to fermented foods” “But kimchi is so delicious” Hoseok defended

“It’s like, imagine how you would feel if you had to eat bread every day your body would react. It’s nice at first but then you get sick of it, wanting something you are used to eating. Your body would bloat unused to the carbs. My body does the same thing with kimchi but instead of bloating if I eat it I might just vomit”

Yoongi nodded understanding and you sighed “I just want something bland like mash potatoes and chicken with no chilli or kimchi just plain food, just once” you sighed pushing the food around your plate Jungkook laughed beside you his teeth were adorable, and when he smiled his eyes did too you were lost for a moment. He handed you some of the plain food from his plate. They were all really handsome and you had to keep yourself from saying or doing anything embarrassing.

Parting ways you went to find your brother, he was practising with the dancers. You sat watching, even helping one of the students through the routine. Dancing was a family trait, you had been dancing for as long as you can remember but you didn’t anymore, you had gotten so many rejections from your auditions that you finally gave up.

So your brother tried not to act too surprised when he saw you standing and doing the very basic steps to show his student the routine. They were practising for a festival which might not even be held due to the virus. sighing, the kids all took a break and your brother left sparring you a glance.

Frozen in place you didn’t know you were walking until you were face to face with the stereo. Pressing the play button the music played and all you could hear was the rejection.

‘I am sorry you didn’t get the part’

‘We regret to inform you, your audition was not accepted’

‘You didn’t make it to the final audition round better luck next time’.

Shutting off the music you were having a panic attack. Again. Racing out of the room, you ran straight into Hoseok. He grabbed your arm. Looking down at your face, “hey breathe it’s okay, look at me and breathe” You copied his breathing until you felt yourself slump against his chest. He rubbed your back, “Hey, tell me what’s wrong?”

You hadn’t let any tears slip not this time, and you were determined to keep it that way. “It’s nothing” “Come on, that was not nothing?” He squeezed your hand, “tell me about it, I am a really good listener” He sat you down in your brother’s office and poured you some water, “it’s stupid” “Nothing is stupid if it makes you react like that?”

“I used to do something I pursued it and loved it very much, but everyone rejected me, said I wasn’t good enough said I wouldn’t become anything and after all the rejection I couldn’t take it anymore I couldn’t even think about this thing without panicking, I miss it so much, it use to make me happy. I use to get an electric buzz through my body and it was surreal. I could express myself and become whoever I wanted to be, but now all I hear is their voice telling me no”

“I understand, I wasn’t always this famous guy, I was a street dancer, I tried and tried and tried and I got rejections after rejections until one day I got scouted by BigHit” “How many times were you rejected? If you had to take a guess.” “Fifty to a hundred at least” “I was rejected 873 times, I had a tally that’s the equivalent of being rejected every day for two and a half years, forgive me if I felt worthless”

“Don’t let the no’s stop you okay, keep pushing until you get that yes because a life of struggle is better than a life of regret” he smiled patting your knee before leaving quietly and you sat there confused.

You spent the day thinking about it, it scared you how your feet began itching to dance. Your body wanted to move. You walked past the dance studio rooms at least three times before finally, you got the courage to step inside. You sat off to the side watching your brother and Hoseok perfect their routine.

“Hello” Namjoon smiled as the two of you were talking, he started teaching you a tiny bit of Korean, you only got through greetings, my name is, how are you? Where is the___? what is this? It was fun and took your mind off the dancing.

You caught your foot tapping and left the room slowly before the feeling caught up with you. You went to the basement and to the storage room your clothes were almost dry, you continued searching through the boxes and bags of clothes and found some more stuff. It was a shirt that said plus multiply plus in yellow and blue, and the sweat pants you found the tag said soobin and was a perfect fit.

Slipping them in a bag you headed upstairs, everyone went to dinner. Sitting beside your brother you ate slow, mind wandering with what if’s. He was right a life full of what if’s and regret was worse than the rejection. Your brother was talking adamantly with his students and the dance team, you ate what you could before you excused yourself leaving. Laying in the storage room you really couldn’t get the feeling out of your body or the music out your head. Your fear had morphed, you were scared to feel the joy that only dancing could bring, a fear of how bad you must be after the long break.

It was torture, it got dark. You got changed and travelled up the stairs this time trying to tire yourself out or slow yourself down because you knew exactly where you were headed. You took your time and you finally arrived on the fourth floor. You stepped into the empty dance studio and turned on the lights dimming them so they gave a faint glow, you didn’t want to alert anyone that you were inside.

Turning down the stereo system you plugged your phone in and started a slow song, it started small, feeling the music, trying a few moves and stopping you didn’t have anything to go on just yet you were warming up. When none of the songs could draw anything out of you, you switched to the CD and hit play on whatever was inside. The song title appeared on the small led screen ‘Louder than bombs’. The music was able to move you, it had been so long you danced the lyrics ripping through you

Louder than bombs I break.

You finished the song crying and you wanted to do it again but the next song had you with the beat of the drums it was called ‘On’. Slowly getting into the songs each one bringing out a new emotion. Expressing everything you had, you had gone through the album twice. Dancing to black swan, the music died out when you heard clapping and turned falling on your behind.

There was a slapping sound and a deep “ow what was that for?” “Tae, She isn’t supposed to know we are here idiot” The lights grew a little brighter and you saw the BTS boys and your brother. You frowned “how long have you been here?” “I have been here since pretty much the start,” Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck “you were dancing to some English songs”

“I came in halfway through louder than bombs the first time” Jimin grinned doing a few of the moves he memorised. “Your brother was looking for you, we had been searching everywhere,” Namjoon said “We worried you went outside”

“Your dancing was really nice?” Jungkook said “I liked what you did with my song and the black swan dance you did was very pretty” “Y/n I haven’t seen you dance in years” Your brother stepped forward, you were feeling a little overwhelmed, “it was really good?”

“Well remember it because I am still not dancing” Trying not to cry the declaration ripping through your chest. Namjoon started explaining the meaning behind black swan you looked at your shaking hands “I have to go I really can’t do this” you tried to push past them as you staggered off down the hallway wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

“It was nice” You froze the gravelly tone made you turn. Yoongi walked over and placed his hand on your head awkwardly patting it. While refusing to look at you. “I have never seen anyone move like that to my songs before, it made it seem like it was something more I don’t know beautiful it looked like actual art”

He shuffled looking a bit nervous. Walking away leaving you dumbfounded. Sure it was one thing to hear. ‘You are so good’ but it was another to hear the sincerity in someone’s voice as they said something as deep and meaningful about your dancing like Yoongi had said to you. He called your dancing ‘Art’ for crying out loud. That’s the highest compliment you could possibly think of at this moment.

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orange-waterfalls · 5 years

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Assistant

Darkiplier x male!reader

@just-bts-trash-00 ty for the request!

A/N: ok listen, I have zero clue how offices work or what assistants do. All I know is that lunch is at NOON. NOON is the time for lunch, I will fight you on this. Darkiplier not knowing how to handle feelings. We love an emotionally distant demon boi. Rated PG cuz 1 curse(that I'm aware of. I'm not reading it again cuz I'll want to change everything). Uh office romance yay. That's it. Enjoy.

Asks are open!

Word Count: 2.4k

You were the assistant of Darkiplier. The only reason you were his assistant was because nobody else wanted to be. When I say you were desperate for a job, you were desperate for a job. You had asked your friend, Bim Trimmer, if he knew about anyone who could give you a job. You figured, since he was famous, he might have connections.

He scratched the back of his head before saying "Well… there might be one guy… but I don't think you wanna work for him…". You then told him you would take literally anybody. The next day, you were introduced to Wilford Warfstache.

"Well, good morning!" He slurred a greeting to Bim. They hugged for a moment before Wilford saw you and gasped. "And who is this?"

"Wilford, this is Y/N L/N." Bim explained. "We were hoping you could give him a job." Wilford stroked his mustache thoughtfully before snapping his fingers.

"I know! You could be my assistant!" He grabbed your hands. You chuckled at his enthusiasm. "Oh, this'll be so fun! I've wanted an assistant ever since my last ones died!" Your smile dropped.

"Died?" You asked and turned to Bim. He rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses and groaned. You turned back to Wilford, who was still smiling at you. You retracted your hands.

"Yes, all my previous assistants have died." He said nonchalantly. "It's not my fault the gun went off." You began to worry.

You told Wilford that, respectfully, there was no goddamn way you were working for him. He said he understood and suggested a job as an assistant for one of his friends.

That's how you ended up working for Darkiplier.

When you first started at this new job of yours, he barely acknowledged your existence. You tried to tell him about his schedule and he wouldn't even bother sparing you a glance. Whenever he did pay attention to you, it was only to judge you. Your handwriting, your clothes, your voice…

After the first two weeks, you got sick of it. You planned a whole monologue on how you were going to tell him to respect you. You got as far as "you need to respect me" before he agreed to treat you better.

He wasn't as bad as he seemed.

He began to actually listen to you when you talked and took your advice about whatever you suggested. You could tell whenever he was stressed and made him a cup of tea, leaving it on his desk for when he came back. It was always warm because you timed almost everything perfectly.

You liked your job, but the man was still scary.

You took a deep breath in before entering Darkiplier's office. You held your clipboard close to your chest and walked up to his desk. He was reading a book, not paying much attention to anything else. You cleared your throat, making him look up at you.

"Problem, Mr. L/N?" He asked, voice echoing. You blinked before shaking your head and looking at your clipboard.

"Um, Mr. Warfstache called for a meeting." You informed him. You heard him groan, but kept talking. "He has an idea for a… club…"

"A club?"

"Yes… a dance club." The demon pinched the bridge of his nose.

"And why does he want a club?"

"He's been banned from all of them."

"In the city?"

"In the country, sir." Darkiplier rubbed his temples and you frowned, beginning to worry. "Migraine, sir?"

"I'm fine, Y/N…" he sighed. You raised your eyebrows. He'd never called you by your first name before. He realized what he said and looked up at you. You smirked playfully.

"Um…" he cleared his throat. "Tell them… that I'll be down in a minute." You nodded and left the office. Darkiplier sighed and buried his face in his hands.

You were his assistant, and you were a good one. You helped him manage his time, you catered to the other egos so they'd leave him alone, and you knew how to calm him down. You made him happy.

That was a problem.

Darkiplier wasn't good with feelings. The only ones he knew how to portray were anger and indifference. All he knew was that something had happened to him when you started working for him.

Anytime he was around you, his heart started to race. His palms would sweat, he'd feel his face heat, and he felt a knot in his stomach. He honestly thought you were, somehow, killing him. He then asked Dr. Iplier what his problem was, and the man chuckled before saying Dark was in love.

In love?

He thought there was no way.

But then he saw you laugh at something Wilford said, and it started to make sense.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" He mumbled.

You were obviously scared of him, no matter how much you helped. He couldn't blame you. There was no way you'd like him. Besides, he was your boss and you were focused on your job. He didn't want to seem like he was taking advantage of you. He didn't want you to quit. He wouldn't survive. He couldn't tell you. He couldn't. Not yet, at least.

He'd figure it out.

Three months. Three months you'd been working there, and Darkiplier still hadn't gathered up the courage to confess to you. Everytime he decided he was going to, you were busy. Making a schedule, talking to another ego, making him tea…

He couldn't do it.

Everytime he tried to speak to you he just ended up telling you to do something for him. It was your job, technically, but he felt kind of bad. He was making you do menial tasks just because he was a coward.

But today. Today was the day. He would confess to you in the meeting room, before the meeting started.

He took a deep breath and walked into the room, seeing you already there. You were sitting in his chair, scribbling words down on your clipboard. He stared at your focused face, not wanting to bother you. He stood there like a weirdo for two minutes before you finally glanced up, seeing him. You looked back down before realizing he was there and jumping up out of the chair.

"Sir! Hi! Sorry, I figured you wouldn't mind if I sat here…" you rambled. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you, I-"

"It's alright, Mr. L/N." He reassured You sighed in relief and began to walk out the door. He gently grabbed your arm before you could leave, and you gave him a confused look.

He looked… frustrated. Angry about something. You frowned. Did something happen? Did you do something wrong?

"Y/N…" he began. You raised an eyebrow. He said your first name. He looked around, noticing the other egos beginning to enter. He had to say it right then and right there. "Y/N, I-" he was cut off by the fire alarm going off. Wilford burst into the room.

"Ok… so I may or may not have blown up the microwave…" he said guiltily. Dark let go of your arm with a growl and went to the lounge, while you and all the other egos went outside.

Dark sighed as he sprayed the fire extinguisher and Wilford hid behind him. He thought about you. You were right there. He was just about to tell you!

He would have other chances. He'd be fine. It'd be fine.

Darkiplier groaned as he laid his head on his desk. He wanted to confess. He did! He really, really did! But… he got nervous. You were just so handsome! Especially since you'd taken up a new hairstyle. You looked so… confident. And outgoing. And sexy!

He couldn't. He refused to.

That is until Wilford waltzed into his office and claimed, "If you don't ask out that strapping young lad, I will!"

Now he had to ask you out. He figured it was a joke, but he couldn't take any chances with Wilford. The interviewer would probably kill you.

So, he made a to-do list of everything he was going to do that day. He was going to confess to you during lunch. He wrote it down in a small notepad you gave him for Christmas. He sighed and looked at the list.

Convince Warfstache not to kill everyone who annoys him: Meeting, 10:00 a.m.

He looked at the time.

9:45

He took a deep breath and stood up. He might as well get there early. Not like he had anything better to do. He left the notepad open on his desk and went to the meeting room.

You walked out of the restroom and headed towards the lounge, shaking your hands of water as you walked. You knew he was in a meeting, so you went to make him some tea for when it was over. You knew how aggravated he could get.

You made him a cup of Chamomile tea and walked to his office. You entered the room and sat the tea on a coaster he kept. You looked around the room for a moment before deciding you should meet Dark at the door of the meeting room when it's over. You go to pick the tea back up, but something catches your eye.

The notepad you gave him was open, and the page was titled, "To Do List". You raised your eyebrows. He had things to do? You were going to have to implement them into his schedule.

You picked up the notepad and read through the list. It was normal, for the most part. Meeting, meditate, nap, lunch…

There was just one thing you didn't really understand.

What did he mean by "confess"?

At 11:59, right before lunch, it said to "confess to Y/N"

Firstly, it was 12:15, so he was late.

Second, what did that mean?

The first thing that popped into your head was that he was going to confess his love. But he doesn't like you like that… right?

Well… he did act a bit strange around you… and he was nicer to you than the other egos… and you could swear you saw his face turn bright pink one time…

And you did hear Wilford say something about if Dark didn't ask out "that strapping young lad", then he would…

And Wilford asked you out a week after.

Oh.

Oh God.

He liked you.

Darkiplier liked you!

How did you not notice this before? Were you really that oblivious? How long had he liked you? You had so many questions!

And then Darkiplier walked in the door.

He didn't notice you at first, but smiled a bit when he did.

"Good morning, Mr. L/N. How--" he stopped his greeting and froze when he saw his notepad in your hands.

You turned to him, a confused look on your face. He looked at you, slight worry and fear in his eyes, before he sighed and walked over to you. He took the notepad from your hands and sat it on his desk. He walked around the desk and sat in his chair.

"Sit," he gestured to the chair across from him. You plopped down.

"You…" you breathed out. He smiled sadly and looked down.

"Yes."

"You love me…"

"Yes, I do…"

"How long?"

"How long have you worked here?" You both chuckled. You shook your head.

"I don't believe it…" Darkiplier stood. You stared up at him, wondering what he was going to do.

"I understand if you would like to quit. I will give you a recommendation for your next job."

"Excuse me?" You asked. He blinked and looked up. You were no longer sitting, as you were resting your palms on his desk, leaning over it slightly. "Why would I quit? I love this job!"

"What?"

"Everyone's so nice! I have never been in such a wholesome work environment!" You gushed. Darkiplier looked at you, confusion evident on his pale face.

"But… I-"

"Yeah, you love me. But guess what, dude? I love you, too!" You blurt out. Dark was taken aback by your sudden confession.

"I thought you were focusing on your job…" he pointed out.

"Technically, you are my job," you smirked. Both of you stared at each other for a moment before laughing. Well, you laughed. Darkiplier just let out small chuckles.

He let his eyes trace over your face. You looked so happy. He loved to see you happy…

He set a hand on your cheek and you stopped laughing. He was cold, but you didn't care. Your smile fell as you watched him. He leaned over the desk, like you were, and stroked your cheek with his thumb. He gazed into your eyes and just stood there. Just appreciating the moment.

You let your eyes flutter closed, hoping he'd understand.

He did.

You felt cold lips on yours. It sent a shiver down your spine and gave you goosebumps, but you didn't pull away. You both tilted your heads for a better angle, and you deepened the kiss by running your fingers through his hair and keeping them tangled.

And then the moment was ruined by Wilford letting out a wolf-whistle. You quickly pulled away from Dark and dropped yourself back in the chair.

"Well, Dark, I didn't know you had it in you!" He laughed. Dark turned towards him and you saw the red and blue auras around his grow. You looked back and saw Google and Bim give some money to Dr. Iplier, both egos grumbling in annoyance. You flushed and turned back, hiding your face in your hands. Dark stalked towards the egos, a threatening gaze daring them to say something else. All of them were smart enough to run. Except for Wilford, who asked "Can I be your best man, Dark?"

You then heard a scream of terror from Wilford and him running out of the office. Dark removed your hands from your face, his aura still large, and kissed one of your palms.

"Be right back, handsome…" he said too softly for the anger in his eyes. You grinned at his messier-than-usual hair and nodded. He stormed out of the office.

"Wilford!" He bellowed. You snorted and shook your head as you got out your schedule. You looked at the time.

12:30

You missed lunch. You'd have to make room for some food…

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blu-joons · 5 years

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Dating Yoongi ~ BTS Headcanon

Getting Together

No one knew what you did to Yoongi, but he lost all his self-confidence the moment he saw you

His eyes stared at you for most of the night

He had no witty remarks; he was just left speechless

When he saw you looking at him, he crumbled, he knew he needed to introduce himself otherwise he’d regret it

Eventually he came over to you, trying to play it cool, a chat up line and his name, and you soon told him yours

He definitely did not ask you if you know BTS! The boys had warned him about that one

The two of you met up the following night, just for a few drinks to get to know each other

Usually he was quite quiet, but he loved talking to you and keeping the conversation going

The boys tried to force details out of him as to how things were going but he kept very quiet

He would always text you asking you what you were up to

Whenever you had free time he would try and see you, just for a coffee, or for a long date, he didn’t mind

It took awhile for you to know his intentions, he wasn’t very affectionate, so you weren’t always sure if you’d been friend zoned

Yoongi wasn’t always sure how to share his feelings with you, but he wanted you to know that he liked you

He did this through eye contact, his eyes would always be looking at you, paying attention to your every word

There was no rush between you both, it was nice to form a friendship between you both before things moved on

His friendship circle was quite small, so he enjoyed having you around for a while

Eventually he decided to ask you out after a couple of months, taking you for a fun date at the arcade

You brought out his inner child which he loved, he could be an absolute fool in front of you and you didn’t mind

The two of you walked along the pier, him stopping you halfway down

“I couldn’t think of a better place to ask you this important question. I want us to be more than friends, I want us to be so much more, would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

For the first time he showed weakness, he was terrified you would decline him

“Yeah, of course I will Yoongi.”

The pier was also the location of your first kiss, he couldn’t wait to feel your lips on his for the first time

If you ever had any doubts about his intentions, they went away as soon as he kissed you

The rest of the evening was adorable, Yoongi would never let go of your hand

He was feeling pretty smug that he’d managed to bag a girlfriend like you

There would definitely be a few photos taken to celebrate such a memorable occasion

Being In A Relationship

The two of you very quickly became inseparable, it was weird to see one of you without the other

His witty remarks always made you chuckle; he didn’t care what came out of his mouth

Yoongi wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, but when he did, it melted your heart

Most conversations he would try and rap rather than speak knowing it wound you up

Would definitely rap about you, but not release it for the band, it was just for you and him

He would surprise you when you least expected it with little gifts and trips on holiday

You meant the world to him, and he would try and show you that as often as possible

He loved to show off with all of his basketball tricks, playing with you all the time

You always remembered how on your first anniversary that he gifted you one of his chains, so you both had one

This boy loved food; he was always asking you to cook for him

Mornings were very lazy, you had to practically drag Yoongi out of bed most mornings

Every time he came from work, he would cuddle up to you, demanding that you take a nap with him

He was smug, and couldn’t wait to show you off to the boys that he had the most beautiful girlfriend in the world

His family loved you too, they warmed to you instantly because they could see how much Yoongi adored you

Massages constantly, especially on his shoulder whenever it was causing him pain

Crimping his hair for him because he looked so damn cute with those crimps

He loved to take you for drives, showing you his home and the things that meant the most to him

Some nights the two of you wouldn’t even speak a word, just each other’s company was enough

Yoongi was soft for you, he always carried one of your plushies when he was on tour

He would ring you most days, after his naps of course, probably with a plate of food in front of him

One of his favourite things was when you ran your hands through his hair, it was so comforting for him

You would help him with his English, he had the basics down, but he wanted to try and create more well-structured sentences

If you had a pet, he would be obsessed with it, probably more than he was with you sometimes

He would dance for you when you were feeling down, breakdancing around you until you smiled

When he was on tour you could usually be found with one of his basketball jerseys wrapped around you, his scent still strong

Your favourite look was when he wore headbands, he looked adorable

He wasn’t a big fan of selfies, but when you begged him with kisses, he couldn’t say no

It was rare, but Yoongi could be very romantic, with the help of the boys he could whisk you off your feet

He had a very hard exterior, but when you broke him, he would open up about everything to you, talking for hours

The two of you shared a secret code, whenever he was in an interview or on stage, he’d tap his wrist three times, it was his way of telling you he was thinking of you

If the two of you had the day off, you’d spend it cooking together or baking cookies

He would eat them straight away, you didn’t understand how, but he always seemed to be hungry

There would often be little notes left around your house with sweet messages on because he found it much easier that way to express his feelings

Every day, without fail he would tell you that he loved you, even if he was on the other side of the world

You knew when you were getting to him because he’d go all shy, he hated the attention being all on him

There was one time you surprised him on tour, and he broke down into floods of tears, surprising everyone with how touched he was

He loved to play with your hair, tying it up in pigtails was his speciality

Yoongi had the craziest quirks, but they were what you loved most about him

He was actually the first to say I love you, taking you by complete surprise when he came home from tour

You had a whole album on your phone dedicated to that sweet smile of his

His eyes would always search for you in the crowd, he would glance at you the whole way through the concert

You were always stealing his clothes, but he didn’t mind, you looked better in them anyway

He would wink at you constantly; he knew that he had you in the palm of his hand when he did so

Yoongi was always anxious to take you to events, he didn’t want to throw you into the limelight, he quite liked to leave his personal life at home

His perfect dates were ones when the two of you could stay in bed or just cuddle on the sofas

Army were so obsessed with the two of you, you kept so much a secret, any glimmer of your relationship excited the fans

His birthday wasn’t really something he liked to celebrate, but he would go all out for yours

Any special occasion that involved you would mean the world to Yoongi

Affection/Skinship

He’s definitely not the most affectionate person in the world

But it made his cuddles and kisses even more meaningful and enjoyed

He would always be the big spoon when you embraced, proving his dominance and masculinity

It was the same with sex, he liked to be dominant, and tell you what he wanted from you

Selfishly, he quite liked to receive, it wasn’t that he didn’t like to give, but he just loved watching you go down on him

Very rarely did you get the chance to dominate, you were usually a puppet on strings to Yoongi

Sex was when he got loud, he didn’t hold back with his moans and shouts

He didn’t always cuddle after sex, sometimes he’d just lay there, calming himself down

Most of the time it was very passionate and sweet, yet Yoongi wasn’t afraid to get rough

Hickeys were always found on your body from his marking his territory

He likes to play with your hands quite often, it always relaxes him

Compliments are given the most when the two of you are intimate, he wants to show you how much you mean to him

Quickies are not uncommon for you both, honestly, you’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve done it in his studio

He doesn’t have the highest sex drive, sometimes he’s quite happy to just cuddle you and hold you after those long days

He’s most horny when you’ve been apart for a while, anything longer than a week he craves your touch

Most of the time he instigates, he likes to be in control, and if he’s needy, he’ll make sure you’re there to deliver

As rough as he can be, he can be soft, and appreciate every part of your body

Of course, he never wants to hurt you, and will always make sure that you’re okay, asking you constantly that you’re feeling good

Arguments

Yoongi’s very open in that he believes it’s natural to argue, it’s just what humans do

Not to say the two of you argued often, but he just thought it was part of being in love

Conflict made him grumpy, he’d be very moody and sulk if you shouted at him

He would definitely give you space, if you weren’t prepared to resolve it straight away, he’d go to the studio or meet some of the boys

Sometimes even the littlest of things could set him off if he was feeling stressed

They weren’t always talked about, sometimes you’d just pretend that it had never happened

He was very affectionate when he argued with you, he’d always feel guilty afterwards

His mouth tends to run away with him a little bit, but he always apologises for it

Something he says that he thinks his funny, is not always funny to you

Yoongi was never afraid to argue, when you tried to remain calm, he quite wanted to argue and just express all your worries

You were a little less keen on arguments, you hated arguing with the love of your life

Despite it all, Yoongi never really rose his voice, his calm demeanour still remained even if he was frustrated

He always reassured you that arguments were natural, and you should never let it worry you

You tried not to, but it was hard, you just wanted the perfect relationship

Whatever you argued about, it always got sorted, Yoongi would never allow conflict to break you both

Your Relationship With The Boys

They loved the girl that put the smile on Min Yoongi’s face

Yoongi had definitely given them all boundaries, he was very strict with how they respected you and treated you

Jin definitely came the closest to breaking those boundaries, he loved to wind Yoongi up by getting close to you

Jungkook obviously respected them the most, he listened to his hyung and would always have Yoongi in the back of his head

You got on very well with Namjoon, you knew the history between him and Yoongi and bonded with him being of similar age

Hobi was always on hand to make you laugh, he loved spending time with both you and Yoongi

Taehyung loved having a girl around and looking to you for advice and help with his relationships

You also shared a close bond with Jimin, he supported Yoongi in everything he did, and supported you too

You bonded with the boys quickly because they saw the positive changes you brought to Yoongi’s life

The Future

Looking to the future was hard with Yoongi as it was never something, he really wanted to talk about

His proposal took you by surprise as you’d never discussed the thought of marriage

It was remarkably romantic for Yoongi, who pulled out all the stops

Your wedding was very lowkey, neither of you really liked the attention of the whole occasion

Yet again, kids were never discussed when you accidentally fell pregnant, but Yoongi was ecstatic

As soon as his family grew, he realised how desperate all along he was to have a family

Everything with you was just so positive, and Yoongi could not have been more thankful

Masterlist

#bts #bangtan sonyeodan #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts headcanon #bts reaction #bts scenario #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #min yoongi #suga #yoongi imagine #yoongi headcanon #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #suga imagine #suga fluff #suga angst

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vantaestummy · 4 years

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Quick sick Yoongi drabble

A/N: this cane to me while i was sleeping. sweet and short and of course, love my taegi. for imagery, i imagine yoongi to look like he does in the selfie that jimin took after they played just dance! (you know exactly what i’m talking about 😉)

TW/// emeto

The tour bus swayed on the uneven road, the nauseating sensation akin to that of being on a boat. Taehyung was such a good boyfriend. When was he not.

He places a cool towel around Yoongi’s shoulders, the rapper hunching over the girnourmous square-shaped bucket that was stuffed under the seats. It was actually used to pack shoes but, the boys had forgotten that it was there. This is a more important occasion, Taehyung thinks.

Yoongi’s been leaning over it for the past thirty minutes, his legs crossed with the bucket pulled into his lap. His head bobs along with the movement of the bus, the boy hissing every time they hit a sharp turn or bump. Namjoon and Seokjin are two rows away, worrying themselves to the point of sickeness. Jimin and Jungkook are with Hoseok, advising that he put in his headphone because things are probably going to get a bit messy. Jungkook thinks it best for Jimin to do the same. He knows his two boyfriends very well. At least Hoseok will own up to his squeamishness but Jimin is far too prideful to admit that he’s just as bad. Maybe even worse.

“Your hairs getting so long, baby. Let me pull it back, okay?” Taehyung mumbles, tying at Yoongi’s honey blonde fringe with a shooky hair tie, combing through his dark roots with love and care. Yoongi hasn’t said a single word since he started looking utterly nauseous. His lips are pouted as he sniffles, his mouth parting every so often, false alarms. It’s when Taehyung is done with his hair that things take a turn for the worst.

Yoongi’s shoulder roll as he starts to dry cough into the bucket, each time the sound growing more and more wet. Saliva pools under Yoongi’s tongue, gravity doing its thing as it starts to dangle from his bottom lip. He coughs a few more times, all painful and wheezing. Taehyung is right beside him, running circles into his back and scratching up and down the length of his curved spine.

“Should we stop? I can ask Sejin to let us stop for a break.” Seokjin asks, worry coloring his tone. His eyes are wide, as well as even a bit wet. Namjoon entwines their hand so that he can give the older boy’s wrist a soft kiss.

Taehyung sighs with a shake of his head. “We’re twenty minutes away from the venue. It’s better that we get there so hyung can get off of this bus for good.”

They had taken Yoongi’s medicine before the trip, stocking just enough for the duration of the drive, but so many of the roads had been blocked off due to construction, lengthening the journey without warning. They weren’t prepared for this, but Taehyung was going to do everything he could to make sure Yoongi was as comfortable as possible.

“Baby, breathe. We’re almost there.”

Yoongi sniffles, spitting into the bucket as he intakes a deep breath. His knuckles burn red as he grips the sides of the bucket with pure vigor. Things seem okay until, they’re not.

Yoongi gags fruitlessly, his little toungue popping out of his mouth as he leans foward. He continues to gag, more ropes of spit dripping into the bucket. Thank goodness Jungkook has convinced both Jimin and Hoseok to put in their headphones. It has taken them some time to realize that, just because they are protecting their own wellbeing, doesn’t mean they love or care for Yoongi any less. They are in fact, doing everyone a favor. One puking member of BTS is better than three.

“That’s it baby. It’ll be over soon. I’m right here. Jungkook-ah, please get me a bottle of water.”

“Bet.” Jungkook stands from his chair before reaching up to the overhead railing, grabbing a bottle from the pack of waters they had stocked. He hands it over to Taehyung, his gaze empathetic and sorrowful when he takes note of how miserable his hyung looks. He’s been in his boat one too many times before. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world.

Yoongi’s upper half rocks back and forth, each jolt of his body caused by the coughing/gagging sounds that his throat emits. He shakes his head as he spits into the bucket, his nose tickled by all the mucus. His face scrunches as he sneezes and as fucking cute as that is, now is not the time, Taehyung has to remind himself.

Yoongi’s silence has been troubling Taehyung ever since he grew so quiet, but that worry is long gone when he starts to heave.

Yoongi gags, the sound more like a retch as a splash of kimchi falls from his mouth and plops into the bucket. His head hangs low as he retches again, this time, a stream of orangish vomit pouring into the bucket, barely giving Yoongi a chance to breathe before his stomach is once again in his throat. A thick stream of bile is drained from his body like a faucet, filling the bucket halfway with a sickening sound, the puke piling up and up until it looks like a gallon full. Taehyung winces as he rubs Yoongi’s back, to the point of tears. He wishes there was more that he could do but really, there isn’t much at all.

Yoongi rocks, gargling out two more larger rounds of his lunch. The amount of bile he heaves after each bout of vomit becomes less and less until there isn’t much more left in his stomach. At the end, he is left spitting and sneezing, his face scrunching up in the most adorable way every time. Taehyung really wants to coo but the bus kind of smells like vomit and he thinks it best that Yoongi get some fresh air, now that they’re finally at the venue.

The bus pulls up to the back entrance with one loud screech. Hoseok and Jimin are hauled off by Jungkook, the smell starting to get to them. Namjoon and Seokjin make their way to the back, watching helplessly as Taehyung opens the bottle of water, handing it to Yoongi so that he can rinse his mouth out.

“Is there anything we can do?” Seokjin asks, his voice cracking. Namjoon holds out his hands for the bucket, his sweater paws enough to protect himself from the rims splattered with undigested food bits.

“Let me take this. We have mic check in a few hours. The best we can do is let Yoongi-hyung rest, yeah Jin-hyung?”

Seokjin nods, at a loss. The two leave Taehyung and Yoongi to fend for themselves, the older boy dragging his hands down his face, frustrated and still a little queasy.

“Please don’t look at me. I’m so embarrassed and I just want to be alone.” He mumbles, his chin and his cheeks and even his nose are tinted the prettiest shades of pink, even if the color comes from his illness.

Taehyung shakes his head before tucking a strand of Yoongi’s growing hair behind his ear.

“I am not going to leave you like this. You’re sick and you’re crying and you have nothing to be ashamed of. I bet you money that each and every one of us has puked on this bus more than twice. Remember last month? When Jungkook ate six cups of spicy ramen and spewed all over the seats? We couldn’t get the smell out of the leather for weeks. And that was because of a choice he made. This wasn’t your fault baby.”

Yoongi giggles tearfully, rubbing at his eyes with his oversized sleeves. His face is what gives him away, the downward curve of his pouted lips, the sadness swimming in his eyes. He’s being way too hard on himself for Taehyung’s liking, and the younger boy can’t handle it. He loves his boyfriend way too much to just allow him to hate himself, for something that he didn’t do on purpose.

“‘M not crying...” Yoongi weeps. Taehyung chuckles sadly before scooting closer.

Taehyung moves Yoongi’s hands way from his face gently, caressing his reddened knuckles and searching for his eyes. Yoongi avoids his adoring gaze, tear streaks plastered to his chubby cheeks.

“Baby please look at me. I love you and I want you to look at me when I say this.”

Yoongi sniffles; biting at his lip as to clamp in a whimper. He looks up, Taehyung’s boxy smile there to greet him when he does. Yoongi giggles, his gums showing.

“This is not your fault. You have no reason to be embarrassed. If anything, all of us were so scared. We just want to make sure you’re alright. Now, we have about three hours before mic check and all I want is to cuddle you while you wear one of my big sweatshirts, is that okay? Can we do that please?”

Yoongi giggles, covering his lips with his sweater paws before keeling over and slumping into Taehyung’s lap. Taehyung pets at his hair lovingly, happy to see that Yoongi’s natural flush has returned.

“I love you, Tae-ah.”

“I love you more hyung. Do you feel better? Can you drink some water for me?”

Yoongi nods. “But only if you let me keep on your sweatshirt for the mic check.”

Taehyung thinks that can be arranged.

“Deal.” He says, before the two of them start to laugh for a very long time.

A/N: did i say short? 😬

#bts sickfic #sick bts #emeto #sickfic #sick #my fic #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!taehyung #sick!taegi #tw throwing up #tw puke #tw vomiting

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looxxi · 4 years

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A lot of people are debating whether or not kpop idols should be speaking out about BLM and if black fans have a right to be angry if idols stay silent — which they do. As a white woman, I have no right or place to decide how these fans should feel or respond, but for those saying it doesn’t matter because kpop has nothing to do with BLM, let me give you a little history lesson on kpop and the genres of music it is heavily influenced by!

Korean pop music, gayo, or kpop, however you choose to refer to it as, can be traced back to 1885 when an American missionary began teaching American and British songs at schools. More western culture was introduced after the Korean War, when U.S. troops remained in South Korea. Modern kpop began to evolved in the 1990s when Korean pop musicals began to incorporate Europop and popular American music styles. It does have roots in traditional Korean music, however it is actually heavily influenced by western music and culture! Some of the biggest genres influences on kpop include rock, jazz, gospel, hip hop, R&B, reggae, electronic dance, experimental, folk, country and classical music.

For the sake of this, I’m going to predominantly be focusing on jazz, R&B, rock, and hop hip.

Jazz originated in black communities in New Orleans in the late 19th century and has origins in blues, ragtime, spirituals, classical, and West African music. The 1920s was known as the Jazz Age, and jazz is considered by many to be America’s classical music and one of America’s original art forms. It has many derivative forms, including free jazz, hard bop, modal jazz, smooth jazz, Latin and Afro-Cuban Jazz. New Orleans jazz specifically blends sounds from brass-band marches, French quadrilles, biguine, ragtime, and blues. Swing was also a very popular derivative of jazz in the 1930s with musicians like Cab Calloway, Duke Ellington, Earl Hines, Jimmie Lunceford, and Count Basie.

Minnie the Moocher (Theme Song) by Cab Calloway

In A Sentimental Mood by Duke Ellington and John Coltrane

Weather Bird by Louis Armstrong and Earl Hines

Tain’t What You Do (It’s The Way That You Do It) by Jimmie Lunceford

Splanky by Count Basie

Rhythm and blues (R&B) developed in urban Black communities in the United States during the 1940s. Some of its stylistic origins are jazz, blues, spirituals, gospel, and boogie-woogie. Since the 1980s it shifted into a new style younger generations are currently most familiar with, referred to as contemporary R&B, which blends rhythm and blues with pop, soul, funk, disco, hip hop, and electronic music. Some of the most influential R&B artists are older artists like Prince, Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson, Aretha Franklin, Whitney Houston, Chaka Khan, Beyoncé, and Mariah Carey to newer artists like Rihanna, Ne-Yo, and The Weeknd.

When Doves Cry by Prince

Superstition by Stevie Wonder

Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson

Respect by Aretha Franklin

I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) by Whitney Houston

I’m Every Woman by Chaka Khan

Partition by Beyoncé

Hero by Mariah Carey

Needed Me by Rhianna

So Sick by Ne-Yo

Blinding Lights by The Weeknd

Rock music originated in the United States in the late 1940s, and began as “rock and roll.” Rock and roll’s biggest influences are black musical genres, two of the biggest being blues and R&B. Blues originated in the Deep South in the 1870s from African musical traditions, spirituals, and African-American work songs (this is the white guilt way of saying what they actually are Slave Songs). Blues is arguably the most influential genre in modern western music as some of its derivative forms include rock, ragtime, R&B, jazz, and country. Some of the biggest rock and roll artists include Chuck Berry, Nat King Cole, the Crows, the Penguins, and the Turbans. Even Elvis Presley, the “King of Rock and Roll” would say some of his biggest influences were B. B. King, Arthur “Big Boy” Crudup, Ivory Joe Hunter, and Fats Domino, all Black musicians.

Johnny B. Good by Chuck Berry

L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole

Gee by The Crows

Earth Angel (You Will Be Mine) by The Penguins

I’ll Always Watch Over You by The Turbans

The Thrill is Gone by B.B. King and Tracy Chapman

That’s All Right by Arthur “Big Boy” Crudup

Since I Met You Baby by Ivory Joe Hunter

Ain’t That a Shame by Fats Domino

Finally, hip hop and rap music which developed by inner-city Black communities living in the Bronx, NYC, in the 1970s. Its origins are styles of funk, disco, electronic music, dub, R&B, reggae, dancehall, jazz, spoken and performance poetry, scat singing, and talking blues. Hip hop has four key stylistic elements: MCing/rapping, DJing/scratching turntables (records), breakdancing, and graffiti writing. Due to poverty and lack of acceptance outside of ghetto neighborhoods, however, hip hop did not officially get recorded for radio or television until 1979. Hip hop has derived and has many subgenres since the 70s and now includes freestyle rap, gangsta rap, hardcore hip hop, mumble rap, trap, experimental hip hop, and more. Some major influential artists include Public Enemy, Boogie Down Productions, LL Cool J, Ice-T, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Wu-Tang Clan, Notorious B.I.G., Lil Jon, Lil Wayne, Soulja Boy, B.o.B., Drake, Nicki Minaj, Kendrick Lamar, Childish Gambino, Chance the Rapper and so so so many more.

Fight The Power by Public Enemy

South Bronx by Boogie Down Productions

Mama Said Knock You Out by LL Cool J

Colors by Ice-T

Still D.R.E. by Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg

Drop It Like It’s Hot by Snoop Dogg and Pharrell Williams

C.R.E.A.M. by Wu-Tang Clan

Hypnotize by Notorious B.I.G.

Snap Yo Fingers by Lil Jon, Youngbloodz, Sean Paul, and E-40

Scared of the Dark by Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla $ign, XXXTENTACION

Crank That (Soulja Boy) by Soulja Boy

So Good by B.o.B.

Started From the Bottom by Drake

Feeling Myself by Nicki Minaj and Beyoncé

HUMBLE. by Kendrick Lamar

This Is America by Childish Gambino

No Problem by Chance the Rapper, Lil Wayne, and 2 Chainz

There is nothing you can say to tell me there isn’t Black influence on kpop. BTS had a whole multi-episode show where they travel to LA to train under “hip-hop tutors” Coolio, the artist behind Gangsta’s Paradise, and Warren G, a g-funk producer. Haechan calls Michael Jackson his favorite artist and inspiration. Almost all kpop groups have a rap line who “shockingly” LIKE BLACK RAPPERS AND ARTISTS. And it isn’t unheard of for kpop idols / groups to support and promote fundraising and campaigns. I’m not here to attack kpop, I’m here to explain why people can be upset by their silence.

Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio and L.V.

Regulate by Warren G and Nate Dogg

While I am aware many of idols’ / groups’ accounts are not run personally or by their management, the silence and lack of support can hurt. I can understand why black fans want to see their idols they have been supporting support them too, especially when those idols have been, in a sense, profiting off of their culture. I can understand why black fans want their idols to support them not getting murdered in the street by police who are supposed to protect them.

For anyone saying that “this is America’s problem” and “leave it to America to figure out,” World War II happened because Hitler was committing genocide on Jewish people and it took ALL of the Allies, not just anti-nazi Germans, to take down Hitler and the Axis powers. The police and the government are committing genocide on black people. Systematic racism is a disease that the world, not just America, needs to fight.

Silence doesn’t make you an ally, silence makes you an accomplice.

Here’s how you can help:

https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co

https://moreblminfo.carrd.co

Thread of More Places to Donate

Thread of How White Allies Can Help

A List of Black Owned Fashion / Cosmetology / Skin Care Brands

Tips on How to Engage Conversation on BLM with Conservative / Racist / Bigoted / Homophobic Family

Donate. Sign Petitions. Text and Call Local Governments. Protest. Vote. Educate. Listen.

#music history #kpop #black artists #black influence #black musicians #text post #kpop text post #jazz #r&b #hip hop #rock #rap #blues #music #black influence on music

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daddychims · 5 years

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Offside Pt 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

"As you already know the finals are getting closer and as always I have to go through the procedures with you," Dr Kim explains, sitting across you and 11 other guys who all occupied the small room

"We have to document all the injuries pre-season, the sports federation amended the laws in regards to sports injuries. If any of the injuries are underreported, they will take actions and that might come at the cost of the club."

"Hyung," Hoseok calls with a concerned tone "Does that mean you have to bench the guys?"

"If their condition isn't up to the standards I have no other choice," Dr Kim explains with a sigh "We have to take extra care for the sake of the club."

Your eyes travel to the figure across the room, resting his back on the chair and listening carefully to the words that leave Dr Kim's lips.

You can't help but feel anxious for Jungkook, considering his recent condition on the field.

Jungkook is the gold card of Hanguk's team and if implementing the new federation rules means he needs to be benched, it will have a great impact on both his career and the team's success in the finals.

"make yourself an appointment with the office before you leave," Dr Kim instructs to the guys "Anyone who's not checked by me before the finals will be automatically benched so dont push it aside."

You bite the corner of your lips as you see a couple of guys sigh in annoyance.

"This is about the team," Hoseok continues, standing up and looking at his team "We're not individuals here, so get your head out of your ass and listen to Dr Kim. Otherwise, pack your bags and empty your lockers, people are willing to replace you right away. Do you understand?"

"YES!" the guys respond in union, although the response not matching their facial expressions

"Alright," Dr Kim nods "That's enough from me, I'll see you all at your appointments."

The guys stand up and start to leave the room one by one so you start to gather your notebook and pen to leave the room when you hear Dr Kim.

"Jeon, you stay." He instructs and your eyes immediately meet Jungkook's "You too Y/N."

"S-Sure," you nod a bit taken off guard by the sudden invitation.

Jungkook takes a seat just beside you and you flash a quick smile to him before watching all the guys leaving the room.

Dr Kim quickly turns his computer on and tilts the screen around so it's easier for you and Jungkook to see. He then sits back on his chair and waits for all the guys to leave the room before looking at Jungkook sternly.

"What do you think you're doing, you punk?"

Your eyes widen at the sudden scolding words, the usual polite and calm Kim Seokjin suddenly turning to a stranger across your eyes.

"I dont know what you're talking about-" Jungkook starts but his sentence is interrupted by Dr Kim's sudden mocking scoff

"Dont give me that bulshit Jeon," Dr Kim's voice slightly rises, and you flinch in your place, eyes travelling between the two "If Y/N didn't report to me, I might have missed this."

He says as he points at the screen, showing a graph which you've seen in your lecture notes before. You gulp as your eyes quickly trace the dots plotted and the curve that goes through while trying to recall the information associated with them.

"Y/N," Dr Kim calls your name and you snap back to the moment "Why dont you explain to him what this means?" He sighs, eyes fixed on the guy who's staring back with an emotionless expression "Because he doesn't seem to understand when I explain it to him."

"his FEV1 is reduced compared to a month ago," you quickly explain, feeling like you're being pimped by one of your lecturers in the class "that means the obstruction in his airways has increased since his last PFT."

"And what does that mean for Jeon?" Dr Kim asks in a mocking tone

"That he'll have a hard time breathing out, which might cause gas trapping and possible difficulties with taking air in," you explain looking at the guy who's listening uninterested "It might also result in severe dizziness, breathlessness and chest tightness in long term."

"Jeon," Dr Kim intervenes as the guy stays silent "I will have to bench you," he sighs, eyebrows furrowing closer "I dont care if your dad is a politician, or that they call you Golden boy out there. You present with any of those and I'm benching you immediately. I have a duty of care and as long as I'm responsible I'm not risking a scene on the games."

Jungkook lowers his eyes, a tense silence following Dr Kim's warning. You gulp nervously, peeking at the guy beside you.

Your eyes then travel to Dr Kim who's signing a piece of paper before placing it in front of the guy.

"I added another inhaler to your previous meds," Dr Kim instructs before bringing his gaze to you "Ventolin, Seretide, Spiolto, you know them right?"

"Yes," you quickly nod "Reliever, preventer and controller combination."

Dr Kim nods as he opens one of his drawers and takes out a diary and places it in front of you.

"I got this from one of my colleagues in the hospital," he explains as you flip through the pages of the green coloured book "They're used for those with dementia or cognitive impairment-"

"Hyung," Jungkook finally speaks up, tone filled with rage "I dont need that."

"You've lost your chance to talk you punk," Dr Kim scolds "From now on she'll be checking on your medication."

"W-What?" You quickly blurt out, mouth dropping in surprise "me?"

"I dont trust him," Dr Kim explains as he keeps his eyes fixed on Jungkook "You have six weeks, take your medications as prescribed and I'll reconsider my decision about benching you."

"Hyung-"

"I haven't told Hoseok about this," Dr Kim scowls "I'm giving you a second chance, I can only send you to finals if I have the proof you've done what you have to do to control your asthma. otherwise, you're watching the game from the bench this year."

"Hyung I'm fine," Jungkook protests "My FEV1 always drops around the finals, it's because of the stress and overtraining-"

"I'm not risking getting a red strike on the team because of you," Dr Kim replies, "Do what you have to do and I'll sign your permission paper off at the end of six weeks."

Dr Kim then sighs before looking at you "The devices are DPI, they also have the number of doses used and the number of doses remaining. You'll be checking it with him 3 times a week and documenting the number of doses from his devices."

You quickly start to take note of Dr Kim's instructions in your notebook when you hear Jungkook stand up.

"I dont need anyone to babysit me." He says before kicking at his chair and turning around to leave the room

"Your call Jeon," Dr Kim says and Jungkook stops just before the door "Either fill the diary or talk to Hoseok about replacing your position earlier on, you know the captain has no tolerance for last-minute changes."

The door opens and shuts close with a loud thud and you look back at the older guy who sighs.

"I can count on you right?" He says with an exhausted tone looking at you

"Y-Yeah," you nod quickly grabbing the diary "I'll do my best Dr Kim."

You set your first aid kit on the chair, looking around and counting the number of heads on the grass field. your eyebrows furrow closer together as you realize the missing head and walk towards where Yugyeom is tying his shoelace.

"Where is Jeon?"

"Jeon?" he repeats looking around "I'm not sure, he said he needs to grab something to eat before the game starts. I think he wasn't feeling too well."

You bite your lips nervously, quickly rummaging through your kit for his Inhaler and your anxiety doesn't leave you when you find it sitting untouched in the kit.

"Where did he go?" you ask looking at Yugyeom as you quickly grab Jungkook's inhaler

"I think he ran back to the office, he should be around there."

"Tell the captain I'll be back," You quickly instruct Yugyeom and he nods "I'll just quickly go check on him."

"No worries."

You start running back to the office, with Jungkook's inhaler in your hand.

You stop by the office where you usually take care of the guys after the game, and just as you expected, you find Jungkook hunching over and coughing for his life inside the small room.

He is frantically opening and closing the small drawers in the room, searching for the device that is in your hand. Your eyes tremble on the guy's figure for a few seconds before quickly pushing the door open and entering the place.

"It been two years and you still dont know your inhaler is in my kit," you nag as you quickly hand him the inhaler

He grabs it off your hand and presses it against his mouth and quickly press the canister as he takes a fast breath in trying to take as much medication in as he can.

You sigh, watching the living example of all the wrong things to do when using the inhaler demonstrated by the guy across you. You quickly dig into one of the drawers and grab the spacer before walking over to his side.

"And you still dont know you should be using a spacer," you sigh as you watch him shake the device for the second puff

"That thing looks stupid," he pants between his heavy breathing as he actuates the device against his lips and proceeds to press the canister for the second time.

"This stupid looking thing will make sure you get 10% more medication into your lungs," you sigh as you quickly grab a chair and pull it closer for him to sit "Sit on the bench for today," you suggest looking at him seriously wh

"I'm fine," he protests pushing his hair back from his face "I'll sit here for 15 minutes and I'll be back on my feet."

"at least you know that much," you sigh grabbing a chair beside him, he turns his head around and looks at you expecting you to elaborate on your statement so you continue "That you need to sit down and monitor your symptoms for 15 minutes after your two puffs," you scoff mockingly as you mutter "You've done basically everything else wrong."

"I'm not in the mood to argue," he snaps back "as you can see I'm trying to breathe."

"Fine," you shot back, lowering your eyes and staring on the floor "I forgot I shouldn't care."

You dont raise your eyes to see his reaction, but he shuffles in his seat for a brief moment in silence before finally breaking it again.

"Exactly what did I do wrong?" he asks defensively and you finally raise your head

"First of all, this thing is a piece of garbage without the spacer," you point out reaching for the puffer in his hand "also you need to tilt your head back, take a deep breath in as you press and hold your breath for 10 seconds to get anything in your lungs."

His gaze wavers on your stern face, so he quickly reaches for the puffer and shakes it vigorously "Show me then," he orders "Show me how to do it properly."

You watch him shake the canister firmly so you push the spacer on his lap "Put this together."

"I'm sure everyone else just uses this on its own," he whines, touching the spacer hesitantly "I never used this and I was fine."

"If you were fine, you wouldn't be crouching down in the changing room instead of running around with your teammates right now."

His expression hardens and he puts the medication on one end of the spacer while bringing the other end close to his lips.

"Tilt your head back," you instruct as your hand unconsciously travels to his chin and guide his head to tilt 20 degrees back "Good, now put the mouthpiece past your teeth and push your tongue down so it doesn't get in the way."

You chuckle as you watch him struggle with the instruction, but fiddles with the device in his mouth, your mocking snicker receiving a death glare from him.

"Good, now press the canister and take a nice deep breath in, hold it there for 10 seconds," you watch as he does it as you explain "I'm gonna count for you, 9, 8, 7 ..."

He lets his breath out as number 1 leaves your lips and you immediately smile

"Well done," you clap in excitement "See? You can do well, you just didn't put your heart in it."

"Whatever," he murmurs as he scratches his head "I'm gonna get back in the game now."

"Jeon," you call for him as he stands up, hand reaching to hold his arm "I promised myself I'm not gonna be intrusive with my words again, I can't tell you what you can or cannot do but I can do this instead," you hesitate as you stand up across him "I dont recommend you get back in the game for the first half of the game right after you took your medication, but it's your choice."

He looks at you with hesitance, shifting on the spot as his eyes travel to the window to spare a look at the playing field and his teammates.

"I'll just sit on the bench for the first half," he declares before immediately adding "Just the first half!"

"Alright, deal!" you smile as you reach on his seat and grab his puffer and spacer "Let's go."

You walk back to the field, walking by his side towards the bench. The coach asks him if he’s alright and he shakes his head, giving a short explanation about his desire to sit on the bench for the first half.

You take a seat, waiting for him to sit beside you as you both watch the game. Your eyes travel to his face, seeing the guy watch the guys running around the grass field with frustration all over his face.

You understand how he feels, the guy if not diagnosed by this inconvenient disease, would be living his life carefree like those his age. But instead, he has to carry the burden of his body acting differently to how he wants it to, adapting his life around the disease.

“Why dont you wanna do the diary?” You ask softly, eyes tracing back to the game

Jungkook brings his gaze at you, watching your side profile hesitantly before replying “What diary?”

”The medication diary Dr Kim suggested,” you explain looking back at him, knowing very well that he’s just pretending to be unaware of it ”Is it because of me?”

”W-What?” he asks, taken back by your sudden question

“Is it because you have to do it with me?” You elaborate staring right back at him “I can tell Dr Kim, It doesn't have to be me-“

” It's not you,” he quickly retorts in a rush “If I wanna do it, I’d only do it with you!”

Your heart flutters at the simple words, eyebrows furrowing closer in confusion as you hear his genuine confession. You have to gather your running thoughts together before you lose your mind over the guy sitting beside you.

“Then let's try it.” You suggest firmly

He stares back at you for a few seconds, eyes travelling between your eyes and your lips before scoffing and looking away.

“Is this part of your charity work again?” He asks with venom in his tone as he looks back at you

“Huh?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded at his remark “W-What do you mean?”

”You have a thing for doing charity work for people, dont you?” He asks, expression turning stern

You squint your eyes, more confusion settling on your face as you continue to try and make the connection between his words

“The other night you told me you feel responsible as the trainer of the team,” he says, eyes darkening as he stares right into your dazed gaze on him “Fair enough, I get that you’re responsible for me because of your job.”

He then hesitates as he scoffs and looks at the field, jaw protruding as if he’s remembering something “Then what about Park Jimin?” he asks and you suddenly tense at the mention of the guy’s name.

“W-What-” you part your lips to strike the question but he’s quick to interrupt you as he looks back at you

“Do you feel responsible for him too?” he raises an eyebrow hesitating before he adds “Or you have other feelings for him?”

Your eyes widen at the sudden question, words jumping in your mind but not finding its way out of your lips. you try to quickly gather your words but Hosek calls for Jungkook, stopping your attempt immediately.

You watch as the guy gives you the last interrogating look before standing up and running towards the captain who’s called .

A.N. Its been so long guys, if you’re still reading THANK YOU SO MUCH! Please send in asks, reblog and like if you like it! Love ya’ll.

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Pocket BTS - Origin Stories

A/n: @zerotexas1975 asked me “why do they (the pockets) call reader mom? how did they meet? did they find reader and decide to stay? are they born like Tinkerbelle?” and I thought, you know that is an adorable question that I hadn’t really thought about. So without further ado, how your favorite Pockets came to be with their moms:

Sometimes, little bits of luck come into your life when you least expect it. Sometimes that comes in the form of an unexpected pay raise, or not getting a parking ticket when you know you’ve stayed in a spot too long...and sometimes, it’s a little figure about the size of a mouse, who crawls into your lap or your house or shows up at your workplace, and decides to stay.

Having a pocket is a sign of good luck, a sign that they decided you were a good person, or maybe you needed a friend. They tend to show up when you need them, and once you have them, they’ll forever stay. Nobody knows for sure where they come from, but they seem to be drawn by the need to have a mother-like figure in their lives, someone who will take care of them as long as they can, who will put them in their pocket and love them unconditionally. Unfortunately, sometimes pockets choose wrong, and their moms will kick them out, no longer wanting them, no longer loving them, and the pockets have to find a new home. That is their greatest fear.

So, if by any chance, a pocket decides to come your way, give them some snacks and ask about their day - if they decide they like you, they will crawl into your pocket and stay.

Namjoon:

You were on your lunch break eating your meal and reading at the nearby park when you suddenly hear faint screaming. Looking up, you see a small figure running as fast as he can while being chased by a goose. You quickly spring into action, scooping him up and placing him on the park bench next to you. He’s immediately clinging to your jacket and trying to wedge himself between your arm and the back of the bench, screaming while you try to shoo off the hissing creature. After the goose walks away, you look at the trembling little figure and realize he is covered in goose poop and mud with tears of terror making little tracks down his cheeks. You coo at him softly, offering him your napkin and helping him clean up a little and give him a little chunk of your sandwich.

He is so grateful and starts telling you why he was being chased by a goose, how he had had a theory and wanted to explore it. He starts philosophizing about it and you find it so cute, so you start asking him questions and he gets so giddy when you do, bouncing in his seat and gesturing with his hands.

When you ask him where his mom is he gets melancholy and tells you that his old mom had kicked him out. She had gotten tired of him because he talked too much and thought too much and he was too much of a headache. He tries to smile and tell you that it’s okay, that he can now explore the outdoors all he wants, and apologizes if he has taken up too much of your time. When he starts to get off the bench, your heart goes out to him, and you tell him that you like his ideas and that he has a grand mind and would he like to come home with you?

He’s so happy, big smile dimples, talks a mile a minute when you put him in your pocket and when you get home later that day you can’t help but laugh at how giddy he is as he explores the house. He tells you that you’re his best friend that night when he cuddles next to you in bed, and you hug him tight, determined that he’ll never have to go through what he had to again.

Jin:

You had heard a clacking on your door and when you open it, you look down to see a little pocket holding a stick and looking at you wide-eyed.

“Um… hello little handsome. What can I do for you?” you smile at him and his face absolutely lights up and he smiles real big back, giggles, and then runs past your feet into your house.

He starts yelling about how he’s your pocket now, calling you mom, and runs around touching things, being dramatic when he trips on the rug, and you just watch him be a little tornado of chaos in shock, not knowing quite what to do, until he comes up to you and tugs on your pant leg.

“Hey mom, can I have a snack?”

You blink and get him one, handing him a couple of Cheez-It's and he’s making smacking sounds with his lips and getting crumbs all over himself while telling you jokes. You find yourself laughing along with him, and you’re still confused but congratulations you have a pocket now.

Hobi:

You woke up to tapping on your window, and when you open your eyes you have to rub them a few times to make sure you’re not dreaming.

A small figure is standing on your window ledge, banging his fist against the glass. He starts waving frantically when you stare at him, and he offers you a big smile.

You open the window and he holds up a little pebble and stick and asks you if you want to play ball.

You head to the back porch and sit on the back step in your pajamas, tossing him his pebble for him to swing wildly at with his stick. He misses almost every time but he has a bright laugh and tells you it was a good pitch he’s just bad at swinging. You find yourself enjoying his little game and his bright smile, and compliment him on the little hat he created for himself to wear out of leaves.

When he gets tired you ask him if he wants to come in for refreshments and he dances happily on the countertop while you mix the lemonade.

You let him take a bath in the sink and he spends an hour playing with the bubbles until you tell him it’s time to get out because he’s wrinkled like a raisin. You set him on your couch wrapped in a towel and put in a movie while you try to stitch him together some pajamas out of an old t-shirt – they’re uneven and a little asymmetrical but he’s so excited and runs around flapping his too-long sleeves all giggly. He eventually falls asleep on one of the couch pillows and you cover him with a corner of a blanket. When he wakes up he asks if it would be okay if he could stay? Of course you say yes.

Yoongi:

You were in the library writing your term paper when you drop your pencil. When you reach down to get it, you realize that there’s a sleeping figure curled up under your desk at your feet. He’s sleeping so soundly and you don’t want to wake him, but you also don’t want him to be stepped on accidentally, so you pick him up and make a little bed for him next to you out of your scarf.

When he wakes up he’s asking for his mommy, and when you tell him you don’t know who that is he starts crying. Turns out he had lost his mom, as they had left him alone at the library under the promise that they would come back, but never did. This happens sometimes. Pocket mothers decide that they don’t want to care for them anymore and ditch them somewhere. Yoongi had been wandering the library crying for days trying to find them until his little legs could walk no more.

You give him part of your granola bar and he scarfs it down so fast you give him the rest and tuck him into the scarf a little tighter. He falls asleep again almost immediately and you reach out to gently wipe his tears from his cheeks. He latches onto your finger with both arms and cuddles against it, holding on for dear life. He ends up sleeping in the palm of your hand and you wake him up only to ask if he would like to go home with you.

He thinks you are a beautiful angel, his saving grace, and is very attached very quickly. Likes to be in your pocket as often as possible because he feels safe sleeping next to you, but he’s also afraid that if you set him down in a public place, you’ll leave him and not come back. You have to teach him that you won’t and never will.

(A/n: I KNOW. I’M SAD TOO)

Taehyung:

You are weeding and preparing your back yard for spring planting when you come across a fallen bird’s nest at the bottom of a bush. It holds no egg, but instead the tiny figure of a boy, sleeping curled up in a ball surrounded by shiny wrappers folded into little origami figurines and coins.

He’s startled when he wakes and sees you staring, jumping over and hiding behind his little nest, peeking out over the brim.

When you softly say hi and ask him if he would like to help you plant your garden he brightens, and shyly comes out, holding one of his wrapper cranes. He watches you as you work, shy about talking to you, but he brightens when you ask him what you should plant next and points to the color he likes. He follows you as you move down the line, talking to him as you go, encouraging him to help you pick out the next flower, push the dirt in with his hands, or to stamp his little feet around the plant after you press it into the soil.

Your efforts are not in vain, and he soon rewards you with a big boxy smile every time he excitedly points to the next color plant and little giggles as he runs around the flower bases stamping his feet eagerly.

When you finish, you offer him your hand and ask if he would like a bath and something to eat. He hesitates a little, then shyly steps in. As you pick him up he clutches at your fingers and stares around in wide-eyed wonder, his mouth in open smiled delight. You get him all cleaned up and wrapped in a warm blanket and give him a cookie. He shyly thanks you, and you melt at his sweet little voice, and when he calls you ‘momma’ your heart is taken completely.

After you scrounge up some old doll clothes, he can’t help looking at the patterns and colors giddily and immediately crawls into your lap and holds up his arms for cuddles.

That night, you fall asleep with your pocket Tae snuggled up on your chest and you don’t want to ever let him go.

Jungkook:

It takes about a week before you realize that there has to be some reason behind why bad luck seems to take over your life as soon as you step into your house. So you start to pay closer attention to see what’s going on. When the sink sprays you in the morning, you look closer and see a little string tying the sprayer handle down. When you slip on the kitchen floor, you search until you find a little puddle of soap and some shiny little drag marks to the supply closet.

It isn’t until you open the cabinet and a bunch of spices fall out when you hear a little snicker and catch a little figure darting across the countertop out of the corner of your eye.

You were determined to catch him, so you set a trap on the counter, a simple box and stick set up with snacks on the inside. That night, in his haste to get the snack he tripped and hit the stick, trapping himself inside.

When you open the box after hearing it fall, he looks up from where he sits amongst his crumbs with his cheeks stuffed full and gives you a shy little wave.

He was scared you’d yell at him, but when you don’t and instead sit him down, he tells you all about his pranks and wanderings and giggles. Starts doing his best to be a helpful boy, wiping down parts of the counter with you, heaving pencils back into the holder, etc. to try to convince you to let him stay.

As you watch him run around being the mischievous but sweet little bugger that he is, you quickly fall in love with his playful ways and his big grin, and decide that he can… but you set down some house rules, including “no pranks at midnight.” It’s only fair.

Jimin:

A little something was causing havoc around your workplace, and everyone was determined to figure it out. Some people blamed rats - but rats chew cords, not pull them out of the wall. Others blamed pixies - but pixies didn’t exist.

But still, there was no way any of you could describe the faint giggles heard in different parts of the office and how things seemed to go missing, until one day you opened up the bottom drawer to your desk and found a small boy laying on top of your snack pile, his small tummy bulging and his face covered in chocolate as he slept holding onto a half-eaten Snickers bar.

When you pull him out and set him on your desk he is all giggles, spinning like a ballerina, stumbling over your fingers as you play with him, playing hide and seek (he doesn’t realize that you can see him wherever he hides because you just have to look down at your desk standing up and is in awe over how good you are at finding him), and squealing when you poke his stomach.

At the end of the day when you have to go home, he latches onto your finger in a full body hug and says “you’re already the best mom,” like the little flatterer that he is and your heart goes out to him.

You roll your eyes and laugh, scooping him up and putting him on your shoulder, bringing him to your car.

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