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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Twelve – Wounds Can Heal Too}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 4.8K!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: This chapter includes mentions of self-hatred, negative intrusive thoughts, blood, violence, and revenge. (Mild/non-triggering)

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

It had been a challenging two weeks since I rescued the boys, and the tension in the house had certainly increased dramatically.

The boys, for the most part, continued to ignore my presence, with the exception of Namjoon, who would offer a casual greeting in the mornings and a welcoming smile when I returned from work.

With a significant investor meeting on the horizon for our upcoming project, I had thrown myself back into work full-force. 

This project was not only a crucial milestone for my business empire but also a platform to raise awareness for the often-overlooked hybrid community.

The concept of a clothing line designed specifically for hybrids had blossomed the moment I brought the boys into my home. I knew it was a risky venture, given the prevailing prejudice against hybrids, but I was determined to make a difference.

I had a secret weapon up my sleeve that I believed could tip the scales in our favor, and failure was simply not an option.

My days had blurred into a relentless cycle of work and little rest, fueled by a drive to see this project through to success.

As I trudged wearily towards the front door, exhausted from another grueling day at the office, the prospect of finally being able to rest my heavy eyelids felt like a distant luxury.

As I was about to take the home elevator up to my room, the exhaustion of the day had me craving a shortcut instead of taking the stairs. However, a movement caught my attention in the corner of my eye, momentarily bringing me out of my daze.

With a few blinks, I focused on the source of the movement and a chill ran down my spine.

A large white snake, easily measuring twenty to thirty inches in length, was slithering slowly across the gray marble tiles, weaving an eerie path before me.

Before panic could fully grip me, another presence entered my field of vision, causing my knees to waver involuntarily from the jolt of fear.

A majestic black panther sat before me, its intense gaze locking with mine, deep green eyes piercing through my senses as though challenging me to react.

In a state of shock, I attempted to retreat, forgetting about the snake, when a low, menacing growl resounded from behind, sending shivers down my spine and causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end.

Frozen in place, too petrified to even dare a movement, the weight of impending danger hung heavy in the air. Each breath felt like a struggle, heavy and strained, as a surge of primal fear coursed through me.

Summoning the last shred of courage within, I mustered the strength to turn around, only to find myself face to face with a large snow leopard, its wild eyes capturing the essence of untamed wilderness in a chilling stare.

In that moment of peril, surrounded by formidable predators, a profound sense of vulnerability enveloped me, rendering me dizzy with fear. 

Each heartbeat seemed to echo like a drum of impending doom, a symphony of dread reverberating through the confines of the space.

Amidst the surreal encounter with these dangerous creatures, a desperate prayer escaped my lips, imploring any divine entity listening to heed my call for salvation. The juxtaposition of seeking a moment of respite and finding myself encircled by perilous beasts painted an unsettling tableau of inexplicable events.

Why had fate chosen this moment, turning a simple journey to seek rest into a harrowing trial of survival?

All I yearned for was peaceful sleep.

As I found myself lost in the intensity of the situation, my senses were heightened by the heavy sounds echoing from the stairs.

It was as if time slowed down as a large, fur-covered figure appeared before me.

A black wolf -- Namjoon.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks as I processed the fact that my beloved hybrids, Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook, had also shifted into their hybrid forms.

Namjoon stood as a protective barrier in front of me, his growls reverberating in the air as he faced off against the three hybrids who had transformed into a snake, leopard, and panther.

Each of them exuded a raw power that sent chills down my spine.

In his wolf form, Namjoon's imposing figure loomed over me, reaching an impressive height of 6 feet and boasting a 9-inch length. His lustrous black fur glistened in the ambient light, casting an eerie yet alluring aura around him.

The sight of his large paws firmly planted on the ground and his sharp canines gleaming sent a shiver down my spine.

Lost in the mesmerizing presence of Namjoon, I was abruptly brought back to reality by a cold sensation snaking up my leg, winding its way around me with a deliberate slowness that made my skin crawl.

The snake, who I recognized as Jimin, coiled around me, his grip tightening gradually, encircling my body with a suffocating hold that left me paralyzed by fear.

Just as the tension peaked, a deafening roar pierced the air, drawing my attention to a majestic sight in the living room. 

There, standing regally, was Jin in his magnificent white lion form, a sight to behold with his pristine fur and a mane that added to his already imposing stature.

My gaze shifted back and forth between Jin and Jimin, the conflicting emotions of awe and terror battling within me.

Jimin's tightening grip served as a stark reminder of the danger that loomed around me, my sharp inhales reverberating through the room as the situation spiraled into a surreal nightmare.

In the midst of chaos, I found myself standing frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I witnessed the violent clash between Namjoon and Jungkook.

The room was filled with tension as their large bodies collided with a deafening thud, sending shivers down my spine.

I realized the gravity of the situation, I had never felt so helpless before, my mind racing to come up with a solution to defuse the escalating confrontation between the two hybrids.

Panic surged through me as I scanned the room for any sign of assistance, only to remember that I had sent all my staff home for the weekend, leaving me alone with the seven hybrids.

A sense of dread washed over me as Hoseok entered the fray, the sight of blood painting a grim picture of the danger that loomed in front of me. 

Desperation clawed at my insides as I knew I had to intervene before things spiraled out of control.

"Jimin, please, if you can hear me," I implored, my voice trembling with fear as I addressed the snake hybrid coiled around me. "I beg of you, we need to stop this fight before it descends into a bloody massacre."

The urgency in my plea was palpable, each word carrying the weight of the dire consequences that awaited if I failed to bring an end to the violent clash unfolding before me.

My mind raced with thoughts of possible strategies to diffuse the tension and restore peace among my hybrids before irreversible harm was done.

Despite the chaos reigning in the room, a sense of determination welled up within me, propelling me to take action and prevent further bloodshed.

With each passing moment, the stakes grew higher, and I knew that time was of the essence in resolving the conflict that threatened to tear apart the fragile peace that held our unique household together.

I knew it would be risky to remove the nano chips from their bodies, especially when their animal aspects started merging with their human psyches, battling for dominance.

The suppressed desire to be wild and shift had been boiling beneath the surface for so long that now, they were letting their animalistic sides run rampant.

I had a strong feeling that Jimin was somewhere in the midst of it all. All I needed to do was to locate him and help him regain control, to synchronize his psyche with his animal form. It was crucial for him to find that balance.

Thankfully, when Taehyung shifted a couple of weeks ago, he appeared to be in tune with his animal side. However, I could sense that the animal part of him was struggling to assert itself, and he was fighting to keep it in check.

Hybrids like them needed to establish a deep connection with their animal counterparts to form a strong bond. This mutual understanding was vital for co-existence - to find a balance of power.

Regular shifting was a key component in maintaining this delicate harmony. Without it, hybrids risked losing control, becoming feral, and possibly losing their human sides forever.

It was a delicate dance between their human selves and animal instincts, a dance that required finesse and mastery.

If we didn't act swiftly and wisely, the consequences could be disastrous for all of us.

"I know you're in there, Jimin. I know you can hear me," I began, my voice tinged with a mixture of sorrow and desperation.

"I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I broke my promise. I was so stubborn, so willful, thinking no one would ever dare challenge me in my own home. But I was wrong, and my arrogance led to your abduction."

The memory of the day the boys were taken played out in my mind, each detail a painful reminder of my shortcomings.

"I allowed you to suffer, despite vowing to shield you from harm. I understand that forgiveness may not come easily, but please, for the sake of your pack, find the strength to break free and help me stop this. Please," I pleaded, my voice faltering as tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my face.

Silently, I beseeched Jimin to acknowledge my plea, hoping against hope for a sign that he had heard me.

The tension that had gripped my body began to dissipate, replaced by a glimmer of hope as Jimin unwound himself from around me, his serpentine form moving away before disappearing and reappearing in front of me.

His gaze, so striking with its eerie silver hue, met mine, revealing a tumult of emotions beneath his composed exterior. 

There was a brief moment of connection, a silent exchange of understanding, as his eyes scanned the room and settled on Jin in his majestic lion form, who stood poised to intervene and help get things under control.

As I stood there, my heart sinking with despair, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

The chaotic scene before me, with my hybrids engaging in a heated confrontation, left me feeling helpless and overwhelmed. Jin and Jimin's attempts to diffuse the situation were in vain, as Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jungkook remained stubborn and unyielding.

Trying to maintain my composure, I felt a wave of exhaustion crashing over me, the adrenaline that had fueled me earlier now dissipating.

The room seemed to warp and blur before my eyes, making it difficult to focus on anything tangible. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and I struggled to keep my thoughts clear amidst the chaos unfolding before me.

In that moment of disorientation, I found myself struggling to even form coherent words. My voice came out as a mere whisper, barely audible amidst the clashing of my hybrids.

"J-jimin," I managed to mutter, hoping to reach out to someone, anyone, who could bring some semblance of peace to the turmoil surrounding us.

Just as I felt myself teetering on the edge of consciousness, a sudden command cut through the tumultuous noise.

A deep, authoritative voice resonated with power, its tone laced with a steely resolve that demanded obedience.

"Enough!" the voice boomed, startling me with its forcefulness.

As the weight of that single word hung in the air, a sense of finality washed over me.

My body, weary from the strain of the confrontation, finally gave in to the darkness that threatened to consume me. 

Sounds became muffled and distant, like echoes from a far-off realm, yet amidst the fading clamor, I could discern a faint call of my name.

The voice sounded fragile and desperate, as if reaching out to me from a place of deep vulnerability. It carried an undertone of fear and longing, as though afraid that I would slip away into the void, never to return to the light of consciousness.

In that fleeting moment, as darkness encroached upon my senses, I clung to that haunting plea, a poignant reminder of the fragile threads that bound us together in our shared turmoil.

3rd Person's POV 

Two days had passed since Heaven fell unconscious, leaving the hybrids on edge with fear and uncertainty.

The air was thick with worry for Heaven's well-being, but also tinged with anger towards themselves for not heeding earlier warnings.

Despite their dismissive behavior and sharp tongue, Heaven had never once held a grudge against the hybrids. Even when faced with insults or harsh treatment,

Heaven always responded with a smile, offering reassurance and understanding.

The hybrids couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for their past actions. They regretted not listening to Heaven, not showing more care and compassion when it was needed.

The realization that Heaven remained forgiving and kind in the face of their indifference only fueled their sense of remorse.

They questioned themselves, wondering why Heaven had to be so forgiving, so gentle. Why couldn't she have been more like the other humans the hybrids had encountered - cold and unforgiving?

Perhaps then, the hybrids wouldn't be grappling with this overwhelming guilt.

But Heaven's inherent kindness and understanding demeanor stood in stark contrast to the harshness the hybrids had grown accustomed to.

It was a reminder of their own shortcomings, highlighting the stark difference between Heaven and the rest of the world.

As time passed and Heaven remained unconscious, the hybrids found themselves wrestling with their emotions. 

They were torn between their anger towards themselves and their deep-rooted appreciation for Heaven's unwavering kindness.

The internal conflict waged on, leaving them to grapple with their own sense of morality and empathy.

Faced with their own flaws and the stark contrast presented by Heaven's forgiving nature, the hybrids couldn't help but feel a growing sense of vulnerability and unease.

The guilt weighed heavily on their hearts, a reminder of the missed opportunities to show compassion and understanding.

Despite their misgivings and internal struggles, one thing remained clear - Heaven's impact on the hybrids was undeniable.

Her kindness and forgiveness had touched something deep within the hybrids, stirring emotions and prompting reflection on their own actions and behaviors.

The days passed slowly, each moment filled with a mix of fear, uncertainty, and a burgeoning sense of regret for the missed chances to be better.

As she lay unconscious in her bed, her breathing steady, they watched over her with heavy hearts.

"When is she going to wake up?" Jungkook asked, his eyes bloodshot from crying and restless nights spent worrying about her.

"The doctors said she might wake up tomorrow or in the late hours of the night," Namjoon replied, his voice calm but the other hybrids could sense the worry hidden beneath his composed facade.

~Three Days Ago~

As Yoongi and Taehyung thundered down the corridor, the echoes of their hurried footsteps reverberated through the tense atmosphere.

The commotion had drawn them irresistibly, Yoongi's brow furrowed in concern while Taehyung's eyes widened with apprehension.

Upon reaching the chaotic scene, they beheld a sight that made their hearts clench with worry. Your body leaned against the wall weakly trying to stop the fight.

Your slight figure swaying unsteadily as you struggled to maintain your balance amidst the escalating conflict. Yoongi's alpha instincts surged to the forefront, his protective instincts dictating his next move.

With a voice that brooked no argument, Yoongi's commanding roar sliced through the air, halting the fight in its tracks.

"Enough!"

The hybrids turned as one to face the source of that authoritative command, their expressions a mix of surprise and deference. In that charged moment, all eyes were on Yoongi, his alpha side in full control of the situation.

But even as the conflict dissipated, your strength gave out, your body finally succumbing to the strain. With a gasp, you began to crumple to the ground, your eyes fluttering shut as darkness threatened to engulf you.

In a swift and fluid motion, Yoongi's strong arms encircled you, catching you securely before you could hit the unforgiving ground.

As Taehyung moved closer, his features etched with concern, Yoongi cradled you gently, his touch surprisingly tender despite the urgency of the situation.

The gravity of the moment hung heavy in the air, the tension palpable as your unconscious form was held in the protective embrace of the alpha, a silent promise of safety and security in the midst of turmoil.

~Present~

Yoongi had not left her side for the past two days, refusing to budge, growling at the nurses who constantly tried to reassure him that they were only there to help.

That night, the hybrids were on edge, unsure of what to do next. In a panic, they decided to call her brothers, who arrived in a rush at the news of their sister's condition.

Not wanting to worry her family further, the hybrids held back some details of how she ended up in this state, fearing her brothers might react rashly and take them away.

And so she lay there, connected to the drip and monitor, looking unnaturally pale and frail, causing the hybrids to ache with worry.

"You go ahead and rest, I'll keep an eye on her," Yoongi declared firmly, his gaze unwavering as he took on the responsibility of watching over her.

Reluctantly, the others filed out of the room, closing the door behind them, leaving Yoongi alone to stand guard by her side.

Yoongi's POV

As I stood by her bedside, the weight of regret and guilt bore down on me heavily. I couldn't shake off the immense sense of responsibility for the current state she was in.

The room was quiet, save for the soft rhythmic sounds of her breaths, a painful reminder of her fragile state.

Her peaceful face, lying there so vulnerably, stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me. The remorse in my heart couldn't be contained any longer, and the words I had held back for so long finally found their way out of my lips.

"Please, can you hear me?" I implored softly, the rawness in my voice revealing the depth of my regret.

"I want to express how truly sorry I am for everything. I understand that my apologies may sound inadequate, mere words in the face of the pain I've caused you. I know that no amount of remorse can undo the hurt I've inflicted."

The memory of that fateful day when we were taken flashed vividly in my mind. In the chaos and fear that gripped us, I let my distrust and prejudice taint my judgment.

Blinded by my past experiences with humans I failed to see the truth, to see beyond my own fears.

"When we were separated, I let my prejudices cloud my perception. I blamed you without evidence, succumbing to my own insecurities and biases."

The weight of my admission hung heavy in the room, mingling with the palpable air of regret.

Tears welled up in my eyes, a silent testament to the pain and regret that gnawed at my insides. I bared my soul, laying bare my vulnerabilities as I continued to pour my heart out.

"I cannot excuse my actions, nor do I deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know that I never intended to cause you harm. I was consumed by anger and hurt, my judgment clouded by my own pain."

Beneath the facade of strength that I had upheld for so long, a sea of emotions surged, threatening to engulf me.

The walls I had meticulously built around my heart began to crumble, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips, echoing the shards of regret that pierced my heart.

In that moment of raw honesty and vulnerability, I allowed myself to confront the depth of my remorse and the magnitude of my mistakes.

The silence that followed my confession was deafening, amplifying the weight of my words and the gravity of the situation. Through the haze of tears and regret, I found myself grappling with the harsh reality of my actions and the irreversible consequences they had wrought.

As I sat there, a mere silhouette of the creature I once thought myself to be, I knew that this moment of reckoning was both painful and necessary.

And so, with a heavy heart and a trembling voice, I whispered a final plea into the silent void,

"For whatever it's worth, I am truly sorry. I can only hope that someday, somehow, you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

And with that, I stood there, enveloped in the suffocating embrace of regret and remorse, knowing that the road to redemption, if it existed at all, began with this moment of truth and vulnerability.

The weight of guilt and self-blame seemed suffocating as I sat amidst the ruins of what was once a peaceful haven. The wreckage around me mirrored the turmoil within me, a manifestation of the chaos I had caused.

Thoughts of unworthiness and regret swirled incessantly in my mind, each whispering a harsh truth that cut deeper than the last.

"You are worthless," one voice sneered, echoing the self-condemnation that had taken root within me.

"Just leave," another urged, an enticing escape from the pain and devastation I had wrought.

The echoes of my own self-criticism reverberated like a ceaseless barrage, each word a sharp blade slicing through my already battered soul.

"Nobody loves a selfish bastard," they taunted, a cruel reminder of the isolation that seemed inevitable in the wake of my actions.

The most insidious of all was the internal voice that demanded the ultimate penance, the final act of self-punishment. "Kill yourself already," it hissed, a chilling suggestion that I struggled to push away.

In that moment of darkness, when despair threatened to consume me whole, a single word shattered the suffocating silence.

"Sweetheart."

Her voice, filled with an inexplicable tenderness, called to me like a lifeline thrown in the midst of a stormy sea.

My eyes, clouded with tears and self-recrimination, widened as I beheld her gaze, a mix of confusion and something else—something that felt like love.

"H-Heaven?" I choked out, my voice a broken whisper tinged with disbelief.

She looked at me, a smile playing on her lips despite the weariness that lingered in her eyes. With a softness that belied her strength, she spoke words that pierced through the darkness surrounding me.

"Why are you hurting yourself, huh? My love, none of this is your fault. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I swore to give it to you."

Her voice, though weakened by her own ordeal, carried a conviction that resonated deep within me. In that moment, her unwavering faith in me was a beacon of light in the shadowed landscape of my self-doubt.

As her words wrapped around my wounded heart, a glimmer of hope flickered to life, banishing the darkness that had threatened to consume me.

In her eyes, I saw a reflection of a love unconditional and steadfast, a love that dared to defy the darkness that threatened to engulf me.

In the poignant moment when the floodgates of emotions finally gave way, I found myself dropping to my knees beside her bed, overwhelmed with sorrow and regret.

Tears streamed down my face as I reached out for her hand, my heart heavy with apologies that spilled out in stammered phrases.

"I'm so sorry... I-I-I shouldn't have pushed you away, I-I-I— " My words were cut off as she gently placed her delicate hand on my trembling lips.

"Shhh, my love, there's no need for apologies. You have nothing to blame yourself for," she reassured me, her voice filled with warmth and understanding.

"You are the most precious person in my life, along with the boys. I would never trade the moments we've shared for anything in this world."

As she wiped away my tears and urged me to smile, I felt a glimmer of light in the midst of my overwhelming emotions.

Her words, filled with love and sincerity, gave me a sense of reassurance and comfort in that tumultuous moment.

With a wide, gummy smile breaking through my tears, I leaned into her embrace without hesitation. The thought of protecting her at all costs, of shielding her from any harm or pain, resonated deeply within me.

I vowed silently to myself that I would stand guard over her for the rest of my days, a fierce protector ready to shield her from any threat, even if it came from within myself.

In that tender moment, as I purred softly and felt my tail coil around her waist, a sense of peace settled over me. The connection between us, the depth of our bond, wrapped around us like a comforting blanket.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the room was shattered by the sudden entrance of the six idots, their presence jolting me back to the reality of our surroundings.

Way to ruin the moment. Sigh.

Heaven's POV

My dear Yoongi doesn't seem to understand just how special he truly is, and I've taken it upon myself to remind him each and every day until he finally embraces and loves himself the way he deserves to. His enigmatic nature only adds to his charm, and I am determined to show him his worth.

As the rest of the boys burst into the room, their faces lit up with relief and joy. Jungkook immediately made a beeline for my bed, playfully nudging Yoongi who was already holding me tightly in his arms.

"C'mon, hyung, it's my turn now. Stop hogging her," Jungkook whined, provoking a low growl from Yoongi, which only made me chuckle at their playful banter.

"Jungkook, sweetheart, come over here," I beckoned, and he eagerly made his way to my side. Yoongi reluctantly released his hold on me, grumbling as he moved aside to let Jungkook envelop me in a big hug.

Jungkook's large frame completely engulfed me, his chest providing a warm and comforting refuge. The sound of his content purring filled the room as he held me close, unwilling to let go despite the protests from the other boys.

"Yah! Jeon Jungkook, you've had your turn for ages now. Let us have a chance too," Hoseok exclaimed, joined by the chorus of agreements from the rest of the group.

"No," Jungkook stubbornly declared, reminiscent of a child unwilling to part with their favorite toy.

His determination to keep me in his embrace only elicited laughter and playful protests from the others, a heartwarming display of their bond and affection for one another.

Oh man, I can't even begin to express how much I've missed being with them. It seriously felt like forever since we all hung out together, cracking jokes, laughing until our sides hurt, and just being our goofy, carefree selves. 

My heart was overflowing with joy and love as I watched their silly antics, the way they bantered and teased each other like no time had passed at all. It was like the universe aligned just for us to be together again, and it felt so right.

I knew deep down that we all needed a fresh start, a chance to truly accept and love one another without any hesitation or doubt.

It wasn't going to be a smooth ride, that's for sure, but I had this unwavering faith that this time, we would stick together no matter what life threw our way.

I promised myself in that moment to shower them with all the love and protection in the world.

I wasn't going to let anything or anyone come between us again. This time, we were going to stay united, unbreakable.

And then there was Jeong-sin. 

Oh, Jeong-sin. The one who dared to disrupt the peace, the delicate balance of our bonding. 

He thought he could just waltz in and wreck everything we had worked so hard to build.

Jeong-sin. You've messed with the wrong Valentino. You've awakened a side of me that you never want to see.

A side filled with determination, vengeance, and a thirst for revenge that burns like a raging fire.

I swear on every star in the sky that I will make you pay for what you've done. Your days of causing chaos and mayhem are numbered, and when the time comes.

Revenge will be a sweet dish served on a silver platter with your head on it. You'll wish you never crossed paths with Heaven Valentino.

So, watch your back, Jeong-sin. Because I'm coming for you, and when I do, you'll finally understand the true meaning of hell. 

Mark. My. Words.

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Hey wonderful readers!

I just wanted to drop by and say a big thank you for taking the time to read this chapter. I hope it brought a smile to your face and maybe even made your day a bit brighter.

And hey, no worries about the angst in the previous chapter - we all need a little drama in our lives sometimes, right? But I promise this chapter is all about redeeming our boy Yoongi and giving him the chance to make things right.

I have to admit, it was tough writing about Yoongi hating himself. It's never easy to see our favorite characters in pain, but hey, it's all part of their journey towards growth and redemption. And let's be real, a good cry now and then is good for the soul, right?

Thank you all for your continuous support, whether it's through notes, comments, or just by simply being here and reading along. Your love and encouragement mean the world to me, and I truly appreciate every single one of you. You're the best readers a writer could ask for, and I'm grateful to have you on this crazy journey with me.

Don't forget to leave a comment or a note if you're enjoying the story - it truly helps me know what you like and what you want to see more of. Your feedback is invaluable, and I cherish every word you share with me.

Until next time, my lovely readers! Stay awesome, stay kind, and keep spreading those good vibes wherever you go. And remember, your eccentric Author-nim is always here, ready to bring you more adventures and emotions in the next chapter. 😉

Sending you all the virtual hugs and high-fives until we meet again in the next installment of our story. Take care, and keep shining bright like the stars you are!

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[peuldoongie]

the surprise entrances of the members in yejun's bday live

[ashertickler]

who in redacted are kpop stans I'm so curious about this

personally I see guy being hugely into girl groups (new jeans, twice, itzy, nmixx)

milo and k-rnb? he seems like a VERY rnb kinda dude anyways (dean, dpr, tabber, penomeco)

any other ideas pls lemme know I'd love to hear people's thoughts on redacted and kpop

[afedericocomics]

Draculaura debuts in her first episode of "Count on Fabulous" (a Monster High fan webcomic) tomorrow morning! The first episode is titled "Fabulous Platforms."

I've already been working on my own vampire romcom webcomic, so why not draw another one but with fanart?!

[leatherbookmark]

screaming the OP of the prev has this in their pinned post

ONE OF THOSE THINGS IS ETC ETC

[lynetianya]

A Bond Beyond Stardom [ Winter & Reader ]

Winter and Y/N are siblings that once shared a fractured bond marred by tragedy and resentment.

GENRE : Wholesome

TYPE : One Shot

In a small, dimly lit apartment, lived Winter, whose real name was Minjeong, and her older brother, Y/N. Their lives were far from the glamorous world Winter would one day enter. Their parents had tragically passed away, leaving them to fend for themselves. Y/N, still in school at the time, had to abandon his education to find work and provide for both of them. With each passing day, they clung to each other as the only remnants of their family.

However, their relationship was marred by bitterness. Winter blamed Y/N for everything, their parents' deaths, their impoverished circumstances, and the struggles they faced. She harbored a deep-seated resentment towards him, even though he was innocent of any wrongdoing. Y/N, in turn, was burdened by the guilt of being unable to shield his younger sister from life's cruelties. Despite the hostility, he loved Winter unconditionally and tirelessly worked to support her.

As Winter's birthday approached, she assumed that Y/N would forget, just as everyone else seemed to. It would be the first time she'd celebrate without her parents. Her friends were busy with their own lives, and she felt utterly alone. Y/N was at work, as usual, when she decided to retreat to her room and attempt to sleep away her misery.

But then, as the hours ticked away, Y/N arrived home, bearing a massive birthday cake. He smiled warmly and wished her a happy birthday. Winter's eyes welled up with tears as she couldn't believe her eyes.

"i loves you a lot minjeong" Y/N said tenderly, wrapping his arms around his sister. Winter, unable to contain her emotions any longer, broke down and returned the hug, sobbing softly.

"May God bless you with everlasting peace, good health, and endless love." Y/N whispered affectionately, kissing Winter's forehead. "One day, I promise, I'll give you everything you've ever wanted, okay?"

Winter, realizing the sacrifices Y/N had made for her, felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Y/N bore the weight of their world on his shoulders, and she saw the toll it had taken on him, evident in his weary face and disheveled appearance. He had come straight from work to celebrate her birthday.

From that day forward, Winter resolved not to be a burden to Y/N. She threw herself into her studies, determined to excel and create a brighter future for both of them. She dreamed of a life where Y/N wouldn't have to toil endlessly, where they could share their joys and burdens equally.

Years passed, and Winter's hard work paid off. She was recruited by SM Entertainment as a K-pop trainee, a path that would lead her to stardom. Her dedication, talent, and charisma earned her a place in a popular idol group. As Winter's star ascended, their lives began to change for the better.

Their bond, once strained by resentment and hardship, grew stronger. Winter became increasingly attached to Y/N, cherishing their moments together. Every time they reunited, she would envelop him in a tight embrace, seeking comfort and reassurance. Winter had become more affectionate.

As Winter's fame soared, she never forgot the promise Y/N had made on her birthday. She also determined to provide her brother with the life he deserved, one where he could pursue his passion without the burden of constant work.

With Winter's success, their lives transformed. They moved into a comfortable apartment in the heart of Seoul, a far cry from their humble beginnings. Y/N finally had the opportunity to pursue his passion for sculpture, dedicating himself to creating magnificent works of art.

Winter kept her promise, providing Y/N with the support he needed to thrive as an artist. She invested in his career, arranging exhibitions and introducing his sculptures to influential art collectors. Y/N's talent blossomed, and his sculptures gained recognition in the art world.

As for Winter, her popularity continued to grow. She became known not only for her beauty but also for her humility and generosity. Despite her hectic schedule, she always found time for her brother, attending his art exhibitions and proudly showcasing his sculptures in her lavish home.

With their hardships firmly behind them, Winter and Y/N embraced their new life. Winter's clinginess towards her brother only grew, but Y/N welcomed it with open arms. They relished the moments they spent together, whether it was enjoying a simple home-cooked meal or attending a glamorous event.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony of their luxurious apartment, gazing at the city below, Winter turned to Y/N, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"Brother, do you remember how we used to be?" Winter asked, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

Y/N smiled, his eyes twinkling with love. "I do, Minjeong. But I wouldn't change a thing. Our past made us who we are today, and I'm grateful for every moment we've shared."

Winter rested her head on Y/N's shoulder, a sense of contentment washing over her. "I love you, brother."

"I love you too, Minjeong" Y/N replied, wrapping his arm around his sister. "And I'm proud of everything you've achieved."

In that moment, as they looked out over the city that had witnessed their struggles and triumphs, Winter and Y/N knew that their bond was unbreakable. Through the storms of their past, they had emerged stronger, their love shining brighter than any star in the sky. Theirs was a story of redemption and a testament to the power of family, reminding them both that no matter how dark the night, the dawn would always break, bringing with it a new day filled with hope and love.

END

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Warnings: idk Fluff? Best Friends to Lovers Summary: Movie night with your best friend Felix

The loud beep caught your attention, reminding you of the popcorn you had placed in the microwave minutes ago. Getting up, you made your way to the appliance beginning your next task. Felix should be here soon. 

You thought back to the small text you received earlier that evening. Felix had said he wanted to spend some extra time with you; lucky for him, you had been missing him as well. Due to his busy schedule the two of you rarely hung out as often a you did in the beginning of your relationship. So you gladly accepted his offer, inviting him over to your house for a movie night, consciously knowing that he’d stay the night, like he always did. It being a small tradition between the two of you.

You and Felix’s friendship had began to blur within the lines of a relationship and friends, neither really knowing how the other felt- while also being too scared to confess and ruin the bond you had created after years of friendship. 

A small sigh left your lips. If only you could just buck up and confess to him. Any rational person would realize the obvious signs he had sent you, but you being you couldn’t distinguish if those signs were him just being a good best friend. 

“Shut up y/n, its not he’d ever like you anyways. Just be happy with what you have,” you told yourself. Placing the bowl of popcorn on the small coffee table you herd the sound of your door opening. You gave a small smile, knowing it was him. “Lix!” You exclaimed, urning on your heel and running up to him. 

He gave a mischievous smile, before swiftly dodging your open arms and going straight for the popcorn. “Felix~” You pouted, feeling your body slump as you gave a sad look to the boy who had already began stuffing his face. “So you love popcorn more than me now, huh?” 

A small giggle left his lips as his eyes crinkled. “Sorry y/n, but I can’t chose what I love more.”

“Wow! Well I made cookies but thanks to you last reply, you wont be getting any. Enjoy watching me eat all of those delicious cookies in front of you!” Before Felix could utter a reply you booked it to the oven, pulling out the sheet of cookies out. 

Lifting one to your mouth you watched as Felix’s face shot up, instantly running to you. “AH! Y/n NO-“ He outstretched his hand towards your own, attempting to stop you; but you were too quick. The second you bit down on the cookie Felix’s form slumped, his outstretched arm going limp. 

You quirked you eyebrow, “Well? Do you have anything you want to say?” Felix’s pleading eyes met yours, as he gave another small pout. “Fine then.” Without another word spoken, you shoved the rest of the baked good into you mouth.

With a triumphant smile, you brought the plate of cookies to the living room, while walking past a distressed Felix. Taking a seat on the couch you gave a small glance to your best friend. “You know, all of this can still be solved with a hug.”

Perking up at your words, Felix pounced on you within seconds. Wrapping his arms around your torso while snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry~ You know popcorn could never replace you!” He exclaimed; then uttering “Most of the time..” under his breath.

You tried you best to ignore the rising feelings that fluttered in your chest, praying to the heavens that he couldn’t hear your increased heart rate— little did you know, he did indeed hear it, and that only caused his own heart rate to pick up. 

“Hmm ill forgive you,” your words trailed off, waiting for a reaction from the one above you— more like on you. Moving his head, his eyes caught sight of yours, encouraging you to go on.

 You always loved that about Felix.  No matter what you spoke of, he always seemed to be offering you his full attention; even during times where not even you knew what you where talking about. It made you feel like what you had to say was important— to him at least. 

“If you make me your brownies.” You could see the sparkle in his eyes brighten at the mention of his brownies. “Hmm~ I guess I could do that for you,” he said with an amused tone. “Then I guess you can have some of my cookies.”

Your eyes caught his as, watching as his eyes turned to crescents. You couldn’t help yourself- I mean how can you not get lost in his eyes. The one person that had been there for you, no matter what. Offering a shoulder to cry on when you needed it, or even small words of love. You couldn’t help but think, what would you do without him. 

Noticing your eyebrows furrow, Felix lightly brushed his thumb against you side, bringing you out of your trance. “You ok? You looked like you spaced out there.” With a small nod, you brushed off his worried tone. “I’m good, just thinking. Anyways!” 

Moving your attention to the flat screen, you reached for the remote— being careful not to move much. “Got any ideas?” Your eyes fleeted to Felix’s, catching a glint of adoration in them. You tilted your head, switching to his other eye and back. 

The blonde seemed to realize his mistake, shaking his head in response and moving off of you. He made sure to keep his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to look at you. “Um- I don’t really know. Let’s just scroll through our options and pick the best one.”

“Sounds good,” You said before moving into a upright position beside him. Your eyes flickered between him and the tv, slightly disappointed at lack of touch. Why had he moved off of you? Had you made him uncomfortable? “What about this one? I’ve been planning to watch it anyways.” Felix gave a nod of approval, before leaning forward and grabbing one of the cookies and the bowl of popcorn. 

He gently handed the bowl to you, before turning his attention back to the movie. Your eyes stared at the screen, as your mind filled with thoughts. Why did it feel so awkward between you two? It’s not like you haven’t seen each other in a while. In fact, you had seen him no more than a week ago. 

A sudden thought popped into your head, a thought that made your nerves spike. Did he know? Did he know that you liked him? That’s the only rational reason. He knew you liked him and doesn’t like you back. He’s not saying anything because he doesn’t want o make you feel bad. God you have to fix this. But how?

The words left your mouth before you could take them back. “I’m sorry.” Felix gave you a look of confusion and worry. Feeling the shift in the atmosphere, and clearing sensing that something was wrong, he turned to face you. His legs relaxed against the soft couch in a crossed position, giving you his full attention like he always did. 

You looked down, hair slightly covering our face as you played with your fingers— a habit you have had since childhood. “I’m sorry that I like you.” The second your words caught his ears Felix had to take a double take. You WHAT? There’s no way he herd you correctly. His lips opened, only for you to continue. “I just- ahh I don’t know!” Your hands moved to over you face, feeling yourself grow warm. Good going y/n! Looks like you just screwed yourself over. 

From the look on Felix’s face you could instantly tell that he had no idea about your feelings towards him. “Sorry- I just- im sorry. I tried to ignore it but— you make it so hard!” Your eyes peek out between your fingers as you started to feel the your frustration grow. Not at him of course, but at yourself. How could you fall for your best friend? That’s like the number one rule- Don’t fall for your best friend. And what did you do? Fall for your best friend.

Felix sat still, till trying to process this newfound information. Is he dreaming? He didn’t know. But you took his shocked expression as bad news, beginning to spiral. Your mouth began spewing every feeling you’ve felt through the years of secretly liking your closest friend. 

“I mean- You’re always there for me, no matter what. You always found a way to be by my side, even with your hectic schedule. You always listen to me and you actually care about what I have to say. And don’t get me started on how happy you make feel! I could be having the worst day and all you have to do is send me a text and suddenly my day is instantly better. I-.” Your words trailed off. Should you really tell him? 

You feel Felix gently take your arms and move them aside, only to be met with blurred vision. You haven’t even realized you were crying. A small whimper left your lips as your eyes met his. His beautiful dark eyes. The ones you’ve lost yourself in countess times. 

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.” His thumb began to wipe your tear stained face. You were so great full for him being in your life. You have no idea what you did in the past to deserve to be given even an ounce of his attention, yet here you were. 

 “Thank you.” 

He may of thought you thanked him for wiping your tears away, or just being there for you. But it was more than that. It was for all the times he brought you out of your head. All the times his smile brightened up a room. All the times he blessed your ears with his laugh. All the times he’d make a snarky comment, or play along with your antics. Every time he sang. Every time his eyes crinkled. Every time he Oppenheimer up to you.

Every time he was unconditionally himself.

Pulling you into his embrace, he moved one hand to rest on your head as his fingers soothingly stroked through your hair. “Shh shh its ok. I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbled beside your ear, pulling you further into his chest. 

Moments passed when your breath finally calmed. He let you relax into him, noticing your slow heart beat. “I should be the one thanking you,” he mumbled into your skin, delicately pressing his lips against your jaw. “or all the times you made me laugh.” He moved his head to press a kiss to your cheek. “For all the times you made me feel safe and happy.” A third kiss pressed onto you forehead. “For all the times you put up with my antics.” He moved down and pressed a fourth kiss to the tip of your nose. “For making me feel at home.” He stilled in front of your lips as his eyes stared up into yours. 

It was almost like he was asking for permission to kiss you. Your hands moved up from his sides to the sides of his face. Lightly tracing the spots that littered his skin. Without another thought you gave a nod. Feeling his breath fan your face, as his eyes fluttered shut. 

You could feel the love he felt for you. The way his lips gently pressed against your own. The way the kiss was soft and airy. A kind of kiss that represented unconditional love.

 You could get used to this, you thought, feeling your lips tug into a smile. 

But as you began to feel your lungs burn with the need of oxygen, you slowly pulled away. Only for Felix to follow your lips. You gave a small laugh at his actions, as you tried to catch your breath. His eyes bore into your own. A soft smile graced both of your lips as he leaned in once again. “For showing me your true self and letting me do the same.”

Then one last peek to you lips.

“Thank you.”