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turtle-steverogers · 6 years ago

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Never Quite Settled (2/2)- greaser au

sequel to this

ship: sprace, brotherly jack/race/al

warnings: bad mental places, crying

editing: nopee lol

word count: 1871

Spot sat back against his pillows, allowing his eyes to droop shut as he rested his head against the headboard. Math sucked. He didn’t understand it and it was nothing short of unfair for the teachers to assign so many problems for homework when they’d barely explained it during class. He could go in for extra help, but his teacher, Mr. Cratsley-Gimmelfarb, was about as intimidating as his name, so that was off the table.

Spot sighed, reaching up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He could feel a tension headache niggling between his eyes and a distant longing for Race entered his mind. Race was usually good at math. If he were there, maybe he could help him understand his homework and then they could cuddle afterwards. Or makeout. Spot was honestly up for either.

A loud knock at his window brought Spot out of his reverie and he opened his eyes, wincing at the light in his room. He turned his head towards his window, a small spark of hope igniting in him. Maybe his prayers had been answered and Race had magically appeared at his house, wide smile ready to help him.

He highly doubted it, though. Race was most likely in trouble with Jack at the moment. Jack had seemed pretty ticked off when he’d caught them running from Bumlets and Itey that afternoon. There was no way Race would have been allowed to leave the house.

He pulled himself off his bed, taking a moment to draw back the curtains before looking out the window. A grin spread across his face as he realized that it was, indeed, Race outside. But the grin quickly faded when he noticed the splotchy tears that stained his face.

He immediately opened his window, reaching out a hand to help Race inside.

“What happened, are ya hurt? Do ya need a doctor?” Spot was fussing over Race the moment they were sat on his bed, but Race weakly pushed him away.

“Ah fuck, not you, too,” Race groaned.

Spot frowned, “Whatcha mean?”

Race scrubbed a hand down his face, “‘M jus’...” he took a breath, “‘M sick a’ everyone thinkin’ m’ incapable...or like, weak or sum’.”

“Did Jack say somethin’?” Spot pushed.

Race shrugged, “Kinda, I mean, yeah,” he fiddled with his fingers uncomfortably, “He jus’, he still treats me like the troubled kid who couldn’t handle when shit went south and I guess I didn’t help matters much by stabbin’ myself and jus’,” he clenched his fingers, defiantly biting out, “‘M not a kid.”

Spot digested his words, mulling over his own thoughts for a moment, “‘Course ya ain’t a kid, Racer. You’se one a’ the strongest people I know-”

Race scoffed and Spot hastily shut his mouth, “What?”

“I don’t wanna hear none of that shit either,” Race said, “Makes me feel,” he let out a frustrated noise, gesturing in front of him, “uncomfortable I guess? Like, you’re overcompensatin’ by sayin’ I’m strong. I don’t needa hear it, I jus’ wanna be treated my age….normal.”

Spot nodded, “Aight,” he paused for a moment, “Why were ya cryin’?”

Race bit his lip, discomfort radiating off of him in waves, “Jack got mad,” he mumbled, “An’ he shouted a bit an’ raised his arm like…yeah, an’ I got spooked. S’why I came here. Kinda. I also jus’ wanted ta get away for a sec.”

Spot winced, picturing the situation, “You okay now?”

“Yeah,” Race waved a hand dismissively, “m’aight.”

“Listen,” Race looked at Spot expectantly, “M’not the best with this kinda thing, either, but maybe you should talk ta Jack ‘bout this? Tell him whatcha told me?”

Race leaned sideways against Spot’s pillows, pursing his lips, “I dunno, prob’ly won’t listen.”

“Worth a shot, though,” Spot reasoned.

“Yeah, I guess,” Race mumbled. They lapsed into silence and Race looked around awkwardly, spotting Spot’s math homework. He rolled his shoulders, regaining his cocky composure, “Need help with this?” he asked.

Spot blinked, wiping away his own worries, “Yeah,” he said, leaning over, “I don’t get it.”

Race smiled softly, pulling the textbook towards himself, “Aight, lemme take a look.”

XXX

Jack stared at the place Race had been a moment before, the echo of the door slamming replaying in his head. Shame bubbled in his gut and he mentally scolded himself for losing it. He wasn’t going to hit Race. He would never. But he could imagine how his actions looked from Race’s perspective.

He would have been freaked out, too.

He hung his head, sighing. This wasn’t going how he’d wanted it to, but that goddamn kid never learned.

“You fucked up.”

Jack resisted the urge to snap at his younger brother’s words.

“I know,” He said, “I know, I- yeah.”

“Like,” Albert stood, clearing his cereal bowl to the kitchen, “you really fucked up.”

Jack finally moved from where he stood, guilt weighing down his steps, “I know, Al. Ya ain’t helpin’ no one by statin’ the obvious.” He sank down onto the couch, dropping his head into his hands.

He felt the cushions sink beside him, but the air remained silent and thick between him and Albert.

“I jus’,” He ran his hands through his hair, sitting back up, “I wish I understood him, I wish I could get through ta him, but he’s so goddamn stubborn and impulsive that it don’t matter what I say. He’s always gonna end up on the short end of shit.”

Albert looked thoughtful, fingers tapping idly on the arm of the couch next to him, “I mean, could be jus’ me thinkin’ things, but maybe it’d help your case if ya didn’t treat ‘im like one of those ‘handle with care’ packages.”

Jack furrowed his eyebrows, looking for the first time at Albert, “What d’ya mean.”

Albert shrugged, looking a little out of his depth, “I mean, I know you’re scared an’ all. I am, too. But, he’s right. He ain’t a kid no more an’ I know he ain’t got the best track record on the whole safety front, but he can handle himself.”

Jack allowed his words to sink in, “I don’t doubt that he can-”

“Ya kinda do,” Albert cut him off, “I jus’ think he’d be a little more open to listenin’ to you and sharin’ shit if ya didn’t freak out at everythin’.”

Jack let out a resigned sigh. Albert was right, he did need to trust Race a little more, but it was so hard when the prospect of losing him was so present so often. He couldn’t stand it if anything were to happen to him. He wish he’d known about Spot before the rumble, he wish he’d had the chance to be there for him; help him somehow. But Race needed to let him in on his troubles in order for that to happen and looking back, Jack hadn’t necessarily created the best environment for that.

“You’re right,” he admitted after a long moment, “I needa trust ‘im more an’ fuss less.”

“Bingo,” Albert snapped.

“I should find him and talk ta him” He started to stand up, but Albert reached out a hand to stop him.

“No,” Albert said firmly, “let him come ta you.”

Jack let out a shaky breath, sitting back down, “Okay.”

XXX

Race didn’t return until nearly midnight. He tried to sneak back in through the kitchen window, but Jack was still awake on the couch, waiting for him. Race made it as far as the stairs before Jack’s tired voice froze him in place.

“Hang on a sec,” Jack called, closing the newspaper he’d been reading and tossing it onto the ground, “C’mere, I wanna talk ta ya.”

Race rolled his eyes, dragging his feet as he walked over, “If you’re jus’ gonna chew me out for runnin’ out earlier, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Nah, m’not gonna do that,” Jack pat the couch next to him and Race reluctantly sat down, “Jus’ listen for a minute, canya do that?”

Race shrugged, “Sure,” he sounded entirely uninterested and wholly pissed. Jack couldn’t blame him.

“So, uh,” Jack steeled himself, “I was thinkin’ bout a lotta things an’...I owe you an apology.”

Race cocked his head, surprised, “ya what?”

Jack looked at him, holding eye contact, “I’m sorry for treatin’ ya the way I did, Racer. I know you ain’t a kid and I know you can do things for yourself I jus’ worry, aight? And I can’t help that none, but that ain’t an excuse ta make ya feel bad, so I’m sorry,” when Race said nothing, he continued, “It’s jus’ that you an’ Al are all I got and if something were to really happen to ya, I don’t think I could live with myself. I meant it earlier when I said two close calls are more than enough,” he held up a hand when Race opened his mouth angrily, “and I know you ain’t like talkin’ about what happened in the garage, I’m not sayin’ we ever really gotta, but ya gotta swear ta me you’ll be more careful. I won’t push ya none anymore, but ya gotta tell me when you’re in hot water an’ I know what happened earlier was jus’ roughhousin’, but what happened at the rumble wasn’t.”

Race opened and closed his mouth several times before looking away, blinking rapidly. Then, all at once, his face crumpled, tears forcing their way out of his eyes.

“‘M sorry,” he choked, drawing his knees up to his chest, making him look younger, “I know I freak ya out too much an’ I know I don’t pick the best fights or make the best decisions, I jus’,” he took a moment to breathe, “I’m scared I think? Like, shit in my head gets so loud sometimes and I jus’ needa kill the energy somehow, so I sneak off with Spottie or fuck shit up with the Socs. It don’t do much, but it distracts me from the scary stuff and...I’m scared of what happens when I’m not distracted.”

Jack’s heart seemed to shatter in his chest, but he kept his face neutral, adhering to his promise of not overreacting, “Thank ya for tellin’ me that, kid,” he opened his arms, allowing Race to lean into him, “An’ we’re gonna figure this all out, okay? We’s family, I ain’t gonna letcha be alone with the scary stuff.”

Race nodded against his neck and pulled away, wiping at his face, “Okay.”

Jack reached out, tapping his chin, “Lookit me, kid,” Race looked up, sniffing, “I love ya, okay? I’ve gotcha.”

Race nodded, “I love ya, too.”

Jack clapped his shoulder lightly, “Aight, it’s still a school night. Go on upstairs and get some sleep while ya can,” he paused, watching as Race stood to climb the stairs, “An’ I hope you don’t got homework.”

Race rolled his eyes, “I don’t,” he gave a small wave, “Love ya, Jackie, goodnight.”

Jack smiled, “Goodnight.”

He waited until he heard Race’s bedroom door close, then sat back against the couch. Things were still far from calm in their little family, but everyone was there and everyone was safe. And that’s what mattered.

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dis-easedfairy · 6 years ago

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Impulsive Decision Pt.7

Female Path | Male Path

Chapter 7: Neon Lights

Warnings!: Kidnapping | Swearing

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok x Reader / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader (just a lil)

Word Count: 7,004

Summary: F/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. F/n attends a BTS show. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic F/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but F/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye.

A/N: I know this took a while! It was meant to be very different from the Male Path (both story and personality) and that meant no copy+paste+edit, I had to actually write a completely different part and have it end somewhat similar so my bad. If you have any feedback, suggestions or questions, feel free to tell me anon or not! (this goes for any of my another work too) Thank you for reading and waiting!

The next morning I woke up, sat up and stretched, meaning Tae was no longer in the bed with me. I got up and tried to find my pants, which I assumed Tae or one someone was holding them hostage.

I let out a deep sigh and went to open the door to go out into the hallway, only to have the door open from the other side. I stepped back with a small ‘oh, sorry’ falling from my lips. I soon came face to face with Jimin, a small smile on his face when he saw I was surprised to see him.

“Good morning! I got you breakfast.” Jimin smiled at my obvious shyness.

“Thank you, Jimin.” I sat on the bed, trying to cover my legs with the blanket.

Jimin only smiled, seeing me try to cover up, “I think Tae gave your clothes to Jin to wash.”

Jimin put the plates on the table that we left there for lunch today and went to what I assumed was Tae’s dresser. He searched for a bit and pulled out a shirt and sweatpants. He handed them to me and faced the wall.

“ Thank you, Jimin,” I said shyly as I pulled off the hoodie from my overheated body and tossed it on the bed, I pulled on the shirt and sweatpants AND sighed in relief.

“You can turn around now.” I informed him, slipping off the bed to the floor.

“So, you and Seongmi?” Jimin asked, his voice was in a tone I couldn’t pinpoint as he sat beside me.

“Umm, I don’t know. I don’t even know if I like girls, I’ve confused for a long time, that’s all.” I tried to put my feelings into words in my head, but failed to do so.

“She has a thing for you, she’s been flirting and dropping a lot of hints.”

“I’m aware, I saw the way she looked at me when I pulled away from the hug, I don’t want to lead her on thinking that I could be in a relationship with her, only for her to get heartbroken if I realize I’m not attracted to women.”

Jimin only nodded in understanding. I looked over to the plates Jimin came in with. It was kimchi jeon, I was familiar with it, it was a savory pancake with kimchi in it, however, there was a small bowl on top of it, it looked like eggs, but a little different.

“What’s this?” I asked, poking the egg with my spoon.

“Gyeran-jjim. It’s steamed egg.” Jimin explained, beginning to eat.

The egg was almost like a big extra fluffy egg and I didn’t mind, not one bit. after a few minutes of silence, Jimin spoke up.

“So, does your family know about the bunker?”

“Not really, I started making this after my dad died. I only tell only people who need to know, like my accountant or Jason when I decide to go rogue. I usually make up an excuse for not being at my apartment, this is my safe space.” I poked at my food.

Jimin only nodded. I hadn’t worked on any character designs. I’d do that after breakfast.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin broke me from my thoughts.

“Huh? Why? What happened? If you broke something, that’s okay, I don’t have a lot of sentimental things down here anyway.” I took a bite of my kimchi jeon.

“No. I’m sorry I thought differently of you.” He looked so sad, I didn’t understand why.

“I understand why you thought of me that way. I kidnapped you. You’re famous. You have threats every day, Jimin, I understand.” I assured him, giving his thigh a quick pat and tried to think of designs again.

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin put more food in his mouth.

“Barnaby designs.” I answered truthfully.

“Jin’s right, you are a workaholic.” I giggled.

“No, it’s just, I’ve been just working for so long that it’s all I do know. I had Jason to talk to, but most of the time I would rather work than party.”

“Is Jason a party animal?” Jimin questioned.

“He used to be. I’ve known him for a long time, but after the age of 16 he hung out with people who partied and I mourned my father, I wanted to push forward into the future and he wanted to enjoy his youth, I wasn’t mad at him for it, if I was normal I would want the same. Around a year or two ago, he got into trouble. I helped him out by hiring him at my company, I made him a director. He’s still a little bit of a party animal but he has in under control and knows when to stop. ” I explained, then took a bite of steamed eggs.

“...What kind of trouble?”

I shrugged, “I dunno, he just said he hit a rough patch so I helped. Maybe he’ll tell you.” I lied.

I worked on my sketch as Jimin casually drew, sitting across from me at the dining room table as Jin and Tae were battling over a game of Mario Kart while Hobi laughed at them from the couch.

“Hyung, you should come here.” Jungkook’s voice came from Jimin’s phone that was set on the table.

Without taking his eyes off his masterpiece he pressed the button on the screen, “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Please? It’s important. I’m in the gym” Jimin sighed.

“Fine, I’m on my way.” Jimin answered and stood.

“I’ll be back, F/n.” Jimin mumbled and left through the door behind me that lead to the gym.

I focused on my work, not glancing up as Tae shouted that Jin was a cheater. Someone sat next to me, I thought it was Hobi since he was moving between sitting beside me and on the couch for the past few minutes.

“Maybe I’m wrong, but I always thought Jin was the kind of person to like move your hand or something while playing then pretend like he never touched you when he wins.” I voiced, still not looking up.

“Why is it that I can actually see that happening?” A higher pitched voice asked.

My head snapped to look at Seongmi. I laughed nervously.

“Sorry, Seongmi, I thought you were Hobi.”

“He has nice legs so you get a pass. What are you working on?” She asked, her hand starting to move to Jimin’s sketch pad.

Please, Hobi has nice everything.

I quickly grabbed her wondering hand in fear of Jimin’s work being smudged and ruined. I placed her hand on her lap and went back to coloring in my work, making sure to watch the table in case her wondering hands got too close to Jimin’s work for my liking.

“Just coloring in my work for character design.” I answered simply.

“Those markers look so professional.” She awed.

“Uh, we have a big supply of them for the animators? I’d figured they’d seem normal to you now.”

She shook her head, “I never got to see them at work before, I was always doing everything else but animate.”

That seemed odd but I smiled, sliding my sketchpad over to her and handing her the marker.

“Have fun.” Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“I don’t want to ruin your work.”

“It’s fine, go for it! I’ve drawn Barnaby so many times its muscle memory. If you mess up I can just draw another.” I assured.

She began to color in the drawing and I leaned closer. She smelled like chocolate frosting. Why did she smell like frosting? Now I wanted frosting. I stood up and walked to the fridge and then started rummaging through the cabinets when I couldn’t find what I was looking for.

“Need help?” Seongmi asked.

I shook my head. I found a box of bran cereal and looked at it suspiciously. I don’t fuck with bran cereal so why is it here?? I grabbed the box angrily and turned eyed it. There was a note stuck to the back.

If you keep eating frosting like you had a bad break up, you’re going to have a heart attack, eat something healthy for once.

-Jason

“This motherfucker.” I said under my breath.

“He said you’d react that way, word for word.” Seongmi laughed.

I moved to the table and got my phone, unlocking it and opening the walkie-talkie app. I found Jason and held down the button.

“You trick ass snake, where the fuck is my frosting?”

“There is perfectly edible bran cereal for you.” I could hear him trying not to laugh.

“Fuck the cereal I want my frosting.”

“You had cookie dough frosting, F/n. That’s like making something unhealthy more unhealthy.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion. Give. It. Back.”

“I don’t have it. I threw it all away in a random dumpster.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“I don’t care! I’m a rebel. Fuck yo frostin’.”

“Bitch got me cryin’ in the club.” I fake sniffled.

“I don’t care, bye F/n.”

I sat beside Seongmi with a sad plop.

“Aww, poor F/n-ie.” She cooed, running her hand through my hair.

Uh, what? I got her hand and set it back on the table. I didn’t fully trust her actions, even though I so badly wanted her to take care of me, I didn’t think it was a good idea deep down. I got up and went to Hobi on the couch. I jumped on the seat next to Hobi, he was leaned back, throw pillow to his chest, legs spread in a completely relaxed state that was oddly sexual.

“Hobi? Do you know where the vault key is? I want frosting.” I whined.

Hobi chuckled, “Jin Hyung, F/n wants the vault key because she wants frosting.”

“Frosting? We haven’t even had lunch yet, F/n.” Jin wasn’t fazed by my whining.

“Please, Jin Oppa?” I pressed, trying to give him puppy eyes.

Tae and Hobi dramatically clutched their chests at the action. Jin tried not to smile, but I saw it.

“No, F/n.”

“I’ll help with dinner!” He was starting to break.

“I’ll give you a kiss...” I added shyly.

Jin let out a noise of defeat and dug in his pocket for the key.

“You help with dinner and I get a kiss when you get your frosting, okay?” I nodded to his terms.

“Words, F/n.” Omfg his voice was soft but his tone...

“Yes, Jin Oppa.” Jin smiled and handed me the key.

I jumped up, happy that I won. I gave Jin and Tae a quick kiss on the cheek and tried to do the same with Hobi, only he turned his face last minute and gave my lips a peck. I felt like my soul was going to leave my body.

Hobi laughed and put his hands on my upper arms as I hid my face in my hands.

“Get your frosting and don’t stay out too long, okay.” I nodded to Hobi’s words.

“Good girl.” Hobi moved my hair out my face and I quickly made my way to the kitchen to grab my keys.

I saw Seongmi move out the corner of my eye and made it to the table just in time to stop her from trying to touch Jimin’s work again. She pouted.

“Just one look.”

“As a fellow artist, you should know how we feel about people peeping at unfinished work.”

“I don’t mind if anyone sees my unfinished work.”

“I do, you never know, Jimin might.”

“Jimin might what?” Jimin asked, coming from the hall.

“Might not like someone looking at your ‘unfinished’ work.” Seongmi rolled her eyes.

Jimin took the sketchpad from me, a thankful smile on his face.

“I’m on my way to get frosting, need anything?” I asked Jimin.

He shook his head, “Be back for dinner, okay?”

...Was...Was that a command?

“Okay, Jimin.”

Once I arrived at the store I got a few containers of frosting and paid. I decided to go check on the store that shipped my neon sign and have several more picked out and delivered to the bunker. The day was warm but it had been raining off and on, for some reason rain made me want coffee. So I went to a coffee shop that Jason had been begging me to go to and ordered my drink. I sat down in the cozy cafe to wait for my order.

I texted called Jason to tell him about my visit to his coffee shop.

“F/n! I, uh actually was about to call you...”

“Really? Anyway, I’m at that coffee shop you said to go to! Also, you won’t believe what just happened with Hobi just now!” I smiled as I saw the barista bringing my coffee.

“F/n, actually I need to tell you something.” Jason’s voice seemed so glum as I thanked the barista.

“If it’s bad, pile it on, I’m numb to bad news now.” I sipped my cappuccino.

“I’m back!” The voice wasn’t Jason’s.

I didn’t recognize it at first, that was until Jason spoke up.

“Just hear him out, F/n. I’m sure we can all be friends like be-”

“I don’t want that. Jason, I love you like a brother, honestly, I do, but you don’t seem to understand how much I don’t care about him or what he has to say. He needs a job? Give him one. He needs money? Give it to him and send him on his way. I love you, but if you bring him anywhere near me, I will not hesitate to push you away too.” I hung up, coffee now too bitter to enjoy.

I closed that problem long ago and wasn’t planning on going back to it. I decided to pull out the walkie-talkie app.

“Jin?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“If Jason goes over, make sure he’s alone before you let him in.”

“...Is there something you need to tell us?” No.

“Just make sure he’s alone, okay?”

“Is everything okay.”

“Yes.”

After lunch with the boys, I headed to the entrance room and tried to hang up fairy lights, which was my next task in the bunker before the boys arrived here. I stood on the bed, trying to reach up to secure the strand on the hooks in the wall. I heard the double doors slide open and closed.

“Warm white?” I heard a deep voice ask.

“Yeah, this was intended to be kinda cozy room for binge-watching Netflix and Crunchyroll. ” I explained without looking.

I felt the bed shift from him getting on and standing behind me. Tae gently got the lights from me and reached forward, hooking them effortlessly.

“I wish I was tall now.” I sighed sadly, making Tae laugh.

“You don’t need to be tall. I’ll do everything for you.”

I turned to face him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.

“So I heard Seongmi tried to flirt you today.” He raised one hand to cup my face.

“Yeah, I don’t know though, she seems...off?” I frowned.

Tae leaned forward, placing a kiss on my cheek and moving my hair away from my neck.

“I heard you called Jin ‘Oppa’ too.” His breath tickled my neck.

“Um I d-I mean yes, but it was because I wanted frosting.” I stammered, nervously trying to explain.

“Jimin told me he loved your shyness this morning when he got you my clothes to wear.” He said against my neck.

I swallowed thickly as my face felt like it was scorching.

“Hobi kissed you too, this morning I mean. The guys cooed about how adorable you were.” His hands slid to my hips.

He sprinkled light kisses on my neck and collarbone.

“Lay down.” He commanded softly.

I obeyed, laying flat on the bed trying to predict what he was planning on doing. Tae put his knees on either side of my thighs then leaned forward, both his hands pressed to the bed on the sides of my head. He soon wasn’t satisfied with that position and opened my legs with one of his knees. He lowered himself even closer, fitting himself perfectly between my legs. It was both heaven and hell.

A part of me thought it was just as innocent as the other times we’ve cuddled, but the more rational part of me knew that this was far from innocent and that was his intention.

“Do the others know?” His voice dropped an octave or two.

“Know what?” I breathed, trying not to make it obvious that my heart was beating too hard to the point that it was audible.

Tae’s hands slid from the bed to the side of my neck, “That I’m your new favorite. You said so, remember?” His voice sounded nonchalant I knew he could feel my heartbeat now.

“I haven’t told anyone,” I admitted.

Tae chortled, “I’ll be happy to let them know. I’m sure Seongmi is just dying to know. ” Before I could reply he placed a small kiss on my chin, to my jaw then made his way to my neck.

His lips found a spot and kissed it before attaching his lips and starting to suck. His hands began to explore, feeling my stomach and sides. I whimpered softly as he began to kiss, bite and even lick at the spot. My fingers knotted in his hair, wanting his body closer. He pulled away earning a whine of disapproval from me.

“Just as long as you remember who’s your favorite.” My eyes widened once I finally understood what he did.

“I just unintentionally sold you, my soul, didn’t I?” I breathed.

He only gave me a giggle as he got off of me. I stared at the ceiling. Well, this just got more interesting.

I helped Jin with dinner and the others helped set up. I saw Suga and Hobi whispering to each other as I mixed the lemonade.

“N/n? Do you have any spare notebooks?” Hobi asked, making Suga shoot him a look.

“They’re in the office. There are at least nine in there, help yourselves. This bunker is as much yours as it is mine. Also, if you need anything at all write it on the list or ask Jason.” I smiled, setting the lemonade on the table.

“But make sure Jason is alone before you let him in.” Hobi added quickly.

“Yeah, remind me to order the most expensive pizza in Seoul and have it delivered to him by the way.” I sighed, making Jin laugh.

“Why, what did he do?” Jimin asked as Jungkook took a seat beside him.

“He just doesn’t understand that some memories need to be let go. ” I sighed, taking my seat between Jin and Hobi.

“You need to talk?” Jin asked softly.

“No, let’s just eat dinner. I’m sure everyone is starving.” I deflected, passing the gamja jorim to Hobi.

It was just RM and Suga talking, seeming to bounce music ideas back in forth, making sure to include Hobi. Jimin and Tae were talking about one of the game cabinets and Jungkook made sure to join.

I felt a hand on my thigh and looked up to see Jin’s eyes on mine.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Jin asked soothingly, hand rubbing my thigh.

“Don’t worry about it, Jason just... Needs to leave things alone, nothing big, Jin.” I lied, playing with the food on my plate.

Jin frowned, “You can tell me everything when you’re ready, Sweetheart.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Wait, why is F/n sitting between Hoseok Hyung and Jin Hyung?” Taehyung suddenly questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders, “The space was free and I sat beside you and Jimin at lunch, Tae.” I rolled my eyes.

“But N/n-ieee~” Jimin whined.

“Yah, she’ll sit by two you later.” Hobi laughed.

“Why are you both so clingy?” Jin sighed with a shake of his head as he went to get more mandu.

“Possessive is the word you’re looking for.” Suga added, mouth full.

He looked uninterested in the topic, but the way RM and Jungkook looked at him said a completely different story.

“We’re not possessive.” Jimin said a little too seriously.

“Taehyungie is.” Hobi teased.

Tae only shrugged, continuing to eat.

“This is where I change the subject! SO I plan on littering the house with neon signs. I ordered a few for almost every room in the house and three for the Dance Studio, that should be delivered tonight or tomorrow.” I smiled, getting a dumpling the taking a drink of lemonade.

“What do they say?” Hobi asked excitedly.

“I got a blue one that says ‘Sweet Dreams’, a pink one that says ‘inspire’, and a green one that says ‘Everything you need is inside you’, I liked the font and color so I got it.” I shrugged.

“What about the other ones?” Jin asked, keeping his hand on my thigh as he ate.

“The other ones are for the kitchen, laundry room, the library, the gaming room, and gym. I was thinking of getting the lighting strips so I can decorate the hallways but I felt like my order was too big already. ” I explained before taking a bite of mandu.

“You should order them after we set up the others, Darling.” Jin said smoothly as I almost choked on my food at the pet name.

Taehyung shot Jin a look as well as Jimin. I heard Suga choke a bit as well. Hobi began to laugh at Tae and Jimin’s reactions. I think it was the first time Jin called me by a pet name loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jin was very much unfazed by the boys’ staring, eating and rubbing my thigh, not at all affected. So unaffected to the point of him grabbing the leg of my chair and pulling me closer. Silence came to the room. The rest of dinner was relatively quiet besides RM and Hobi talking and Jin adding something to it every once and awhile.

After dinner, I helped Jin wash dishes and we worked in silence for a bit.

“Taehyung and Jimin can be a little clingy. They get jealous easy, so I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, they just need to know you’re not just theirs.” Jin explained to me in one breath.

“No! It’s fine, I was just surprised is all.” I waved him off, making him smile.

“Maybe a little warning next time though, Suga and I almost choked.” I giggled, handing him a plate to rinse.

“Yoongi? Why would he almost...?” He trailed off, looking at the dish in his hand.

“So the neon sign for the kitchen says ‘Pizza Planet’ is that okay?” I tried to change the subject.

His eyes tore from the dish to look up at me. He gave me a small smile and nod. More silence.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” I jumped, putting down the plate I was scrubbing and wiping my hand on a dishtowel.

I cupped his face and turned Jin’s face to mine and quickly pressed my lips to his. He wrapped on arm around my waist, keeping mind of his wet hand. I broke the quick kiss but Jin went back for another. His lips moved against mine with a small groan from him. He broke the kiss, half-lidded eyes, and small smile.

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” He whispered, keeping me close.

“I promised you a kiss, Jin.” I smiled, happy I was able to shift his mood.

He shut off the water and wrapped his other hand around me. He frowned and used his fingers to stretch out the neck of my shirt. He made a noise of disapproval.

“I told you they were clingy. I’m assuming Taehyung did this since Jimin was with Jungkook all day.” It wasn’t a question but I nodded, face heating up as I looked down.

Jin lifted my chin up, a reassuring smile on his face, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’m not mad at you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about either, Darling.”

“Earth to, F/n?” I heard Jason’s voice come from my phone.

I snatched my phone out my pocket, “Fuck you, I’m having a moment with my Jinnie and there is no way in hell you’re ruining it!” I heard Jason sigh at my remark.

“I brought your packages.” Jason complained.

Jin pressed the button to respond, “Leave them there, you’re in trouble.” Jin laughed.

“I know, but I’m alone and I wanted to talk anyway.”

“No. I’m mad at you, I told you I didn’t even want to hear his voice. Just thinking about it makes me angry, just leave the boxes, I’ll get them later, goodnight, Jason.” I held the power button on my phone and tossed it on the counter.

“I’ll bring the boxes in. I’ll have Taehyung and Jimin set the lights up, I’ll finish the dishes, Sweetheart, just head to bed, you have a busy day tomorrow.” Jin smiled, rubbing my arms.

As if on cue Jimin walked out from the hallway, pillow in hand, wearing one of my oversized hoodies and basketball shorts, Tae followed behind, in the same attire, only different colors.

“Time for bed, Jagi!” Jimin cutely stated, walking past us in the kitchen to the entrance room with the big bed.

Jagi? Jimin and I haven’t even ta-

Jin cut my thoughts off my exposing the hickey on my neck once more.

“Taehyung, why this noticeable? Are you aware she has work!? She doesn’t even have makeup down here! She’s a CEO, not just a regular person you went to school with!” Jin scolded the younger.

“OKAY, I’m going to bed!” I gave Jin a quick kiss on the cheek and ran to the entrance room, not wanting to be part of the argument that was about to happen.

I closed the door behind me. Jimin was pulling the covers back a rearranging everything on the bed.

“I’m, uh, going to change.” I informed him awkwardly, grabbing a few things from the duffle bag by the pillar and going to the bathroom.

While changing I couldn’t help but feel like Jimin was up to something. We haven’t exactly done anything romantic or said much about it. So him calling me ‘Jagi’ got to me. The fact that he’s been kind of clingy gets to me too. Just the other day he couldn’t be in the same room as me.

The only thing Jimin and I have done is talk at meals and about drawing. I don’t even think he’s shown an interest in me. The whole thing gave me a bad vibe.

I took a deep breath as I stepped into the bedroom. I could hear the muffled argument between Jin and Tae, Jimin was laying on the bed, he looked up from his phone and seemed to zone out.

“Hyung?...Jimin?....” I could hear Jungkook’s voice through the phone.

“Uh...Jimin? Jungkook is, uh, trying to talk to you...” I trailed off awkwardly, looking off at the wall as his gaze was fixed on me.

“JIMIN-SI!” I heard making me almost snort.

My hand flew to my mouth as Jimin’s eyes shifted to stare at the phone in disbelief.

“Ah! Really? I told you to stop calling me that!” Jimin protested, making me giggle.

“I’m...going to sleep, you should too...Goodnight, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin tossed his phone to the side and patted the bed beside him, all while keeping eye contact with me.

I looked over at the double doors, hoping Jin and Tae’s argument ended and Tae would come in. I looked back over to Jimin and he frowned.

“What’s wrong, Jagi?” That pet name again.

“...How does Jin, Hobi, and Tae feel about you calling me that?” I questioned hesitantly.

He let out the breath he was holding in and smiled, running his hand through his hair, “That’s all, Princess? I already talked to them while you were out getting frosting! We’re all okay.” He seemed to relax more now that he clarified, I, however, didn’t.

“...We never...did anything romantic...So why the sudden interest?” I asked, unsure of how he’d react.

Jimin was still a mystery to me. I had to be cautious.

His frown returned, “Why do you keep asking me that? Did you ask the others the same question?”

“The others didn’t hold a knife to my back and give me a death glare every time I walked into a room.”

Jimin took a deep breath, “Again, I’m sorry. I was sure you were insane. I thought you were going to do something so disgusting and horrible to us all. I defended Linza’s actions because she was just as scared as me and she seemed trustworthy at first. She got more and more out of line and when I’d try to talk to her about it, she’d snap and ask if I wanted to get brainwashed and hurt like Taehyung or Jin. Hobi just...stood silent and when he finally approached you, he stopped talking to her, he always looked happier. That day Linza tried to... I knew that I was on the wrong side of things, that I was the bad one. After you came home that morning after... I finally decided you didn’t deserve to be looked at that way. You’re kind, you’re mature, you’re funny, you actually care about how we’re feeling. I’m sorry. I want to start over, can we, F/n?”

I frowned, “No.” I saw the color drain from his face.

“You watched my boobs deflate and I can’t forgive you.” He let out an adorable laugh, his eyes filling with hope.

“I understand. We don’t have to start over. If I get in that bed and you pull a knife out, I’ll have a hissy fit.” I giggled, climbing into the bed.

Jimin quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down to lay beside him. His face nuzzled into my shoulder.

“No knives or deflated boobs here, Princess.” He whispered, keeping me as close as he could.

“YAH! NO CUDDLING UNTIL I JOIN!” Tae shouted, pulling open the door, making a very interesting reaction happen between Jimin and I.

Kind of like Hobi, Jimin wanted to cling to me, but I wanted to jump and run. So what ended up happening was I jumped back and Jimin’s arms wrapped around my thighs and his face was pressed against my lower abdomen. I felt Jimin’s face heat up as mine did.

Tae just threw his pillow on the bed and jumped behind me. Tae wrapping his arm around my ribcage and pulling me to his chest, dragging Jimin with me.

“Why are you laying like that, Jimin? You should lay down right.” Tae teased, making Jimin look up and glare.

I woke up feeling overheated and suffocated. I was on my side but Tae’s chest was against my face and Jimin’s arm was wrapped around me, face pressed against my arm. I slowly began to slide myself to the lower part of the bed, so Tae would move off of me and wrap around Jimin, thinking it was me. The plan worked and once I got to their knees I sat up and felt the cool air in the room hit me.

I let out a deep sigh, I knew there was no way I would be able to sleep, so I looked over at the boxes with the neon signs and figured why not. I slid the boxes as quietly as I could out the room. I grabbed a few beers and small bags of chips and moved down the hall to the Dance Studio as quiet as possible. The last thing I wanted was Jin popping up out of nowhere and yelling at me to get rest and wait for Jimin and Tae to set up the signs instead.

I played music not too loud and set up the neon lights. I made sure all four were mounted and working before I moved to get a beer and a bag of chips.

I needed this. Music and relaxation. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

“Nice setup.” I opened my eyes to look over at the figure at the door.

I grabbed a beer and extended it out the figure, I was friendly enough to share, even if I wasn’t sure who it was. The lights illuminated Suga’s face as he stepped into the room, closing the door, accepting the beer and sitting a distance from me.

“Sorry if I woke you up.” I smiled sadly.

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” He stated as he opened the beer.

“Same.” I sympathized as I gave him an unopened bag of chips and closed my eyes once more.

“What do you plan on doing after all this?” He asked.

“I hear New York is nice this time of year.”

“I’m serious.” He frowned.

“I’m going to prison, Suga.” I sighed.

“If you weren’t?”

“That’s impos-”

“Humor me.”

I sighed and thought deeply.

“I would be in the same place I am to everyone else who doesn’t know you’re all here. A CEO at my father’s company. I would branch to video games then move to snacks and beverages. I’m not sure if I’d get married because I’m a shut-in, I like to just disappear and not tell anyone because I don’t need to or want to, but who knows. My whole life I wanted to make my dad happy the same way he would make me happy. At work I’m not feared, I’m respected and understood, just like him. I’d keep going on the path I was on. Who knows, maybe I’ll do something risky, something stupid before I die to have me remembered.” I turned to Suga, “Sorry if you expected me to say I would travel the world or settle down and have kids.”

Suga looked like he was thinking, he then nodded like he understood, “I respect the honesty.”

“I’m assuming Jin taking the vault key has something to do with the fact that you’re all still here?” I asked, taking a drink of my beer.

“It was five to four vote. Jimin made his mind up about you after he almost fought you. You’re correct, Jin got the vault key, Taehyung got the dial code before anyone could read it and Jimin got your phone; Well, what was left of it. Jin never let go of the key, Taehyung never let us know the code, and Jimin never told us what he found on the phone no matter how many times any of us asked. He didn’t even tell Hoseok, Jin or Taehyung.”

“I’m sorry to hear.”

“It almost scares me how honestly sorry you look.”

“Because I am. I still believe you all should be free and I take responsibility for my actions, but Jin, wants the vault door key and I’m sure Taehyung hid the code in some obscure place.”

“So how did everything go down after dinner? You all seem...Mixed.” I smiled at his choice of words.

“My relationship with Taehyung, Seokjin, and Hoseok is complicated and confusing, and Seongmi has been trying to flirt with me, now Jimin is calling me ‘jagi’ and I’m sure Seokjin is a thousand percent done with Tae being ‘clingy’.”

“So I’m assuming they all took the role of ‘boyfriend’ recently?”

I groaned at how complicated this was all getting, “When I was in my slump, Taehyung kissed me. Then Seokjin, then Hoseok. They didn’t explain anything afterward or bring it up... But today just, after they saw Seongmi flirting with me they flipped on a dime. Hoseok kissed me, Taehyung gave me a hickey, Seokjin tried to put Taehyung and Jimin in their place, Jimin started with the pet name and shared the bed with Taehyung and I because I’m sure Taehyung is still jealous. It’s a mess.”

“I see the hickey. It’s pretty visible.”

“It’s just getting more and more complicated, honestly.”

“...I bet New York sounds a lot nicer right now.” I giggled.

“You’re no help.”

“Just do what makes you happy.”

“My mom said I shouldn’t eat a hundred McDonalds chicken nuggets because heart problems run in the family. ” Suga almost spit out his beer.

“Only a hundred?” He teased.

“Well, I’m thinking realistically, I’m gonna want fries as well…” Suga finally smiled.

“Thank you for the notebooks, Hoseok took the green ones, but I expected that. They’re pretty thick and you have nice pens just laying around.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what were you writing with before?”

“Napkins.”

“Well, I praise you, because every time I try to write on napkins they tear.” Suga leaned closer and held his hands out like he was going to explain.

“You see, the trick i-”

“F/n? Why did you leave the bed? How long were you gone?” A sleepy voice cut off Suga.

Suga and I looked over to see Jimin. Jimin’s face was flushed and his hair was a fluffy mess, I’m assuming he suffered Tae’s cuddle wrath, he must have gotten overheated too since...

Oh dear lord, is Park Jimin only wearing my black Barnaby hoodie and briefs??

I started choking on my beer. Suga began to openly chuckle at my misfortune.

“She couldn’t sleep, she’s been in here for 40 minutes.” Suga answered for me.

“Did Hyung help you set up the lights?” Jimin yawned.

“Nope, she did it all herself, despite Jin’s protesting.”

“Bro, what the fuck?” I gave Suga a sideways glance.

“I’m so excited to see them lit up. I’ll see them in the morning m’kay? Let’s go to bed now, F/n.” Jimin rubbed his eyes, holding his hand out for me to take.

Jimin obviously wasn’t aware of his surroundings. I looked over at Suga, almost like I was asking him if this was a good idea.

“You better go, he won’t leave until you do,” Suga warned.

“Enjoy the chips and beer.” I grunted as I stood up.

“With pleasure.” Suga said as I took Jimin’s hand and he and led me out the studio.

Jimin led me across the bunker to the entrance room and climbed on the extra-large bed. Jimin literally shoved Tae to the side and patted the spot beside him. I giggled. Jimin had gotten in the middle of the bed and wanted me to lay on the opposite side of Taehyung. Jimin wanted to block me off from Tae. I climbed in the bed anyway and accepted the spot. Jimin pulled the blanket over us both and wrapped his arms around me, snuggling me close. His face nuzzled into the back and side of my neck as he hummed.

“We should do this with all the boys…I’m closer though, m’kay?” I giggled and relaxed more into his chest.

“Oh my, is Park Jimin possessive by any chance?” I teased, I could feel the heat go to his face.

“How did the lights turn out?” He asked in a sleepy voice.

“I’m astonished you didn’t see when you went in the studio earlier to steal me from Suga.”

“I was half asleep and going to the bathroom to wash my face to cool down when I heard your voice. I wanted to cuddle you. I didn’t see anything,” He whined in complaint.

I giggled, turning so my face was in his chest and my arms around him, “Well now you have to wait until I decide to let you go.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Be careful what you wish for!”

“I wish you’d call me ‘Chim’, everyone else stopped calling me that because we were all fighting.”

I frowned, knowing I was the reason they were fighting.

“I’ll call you whatever you want, Chim. Let’s sleep now, ‘kay?” Jimin nodded and got more comfortable.

“Good night, F/n.”

I woke up again, but this time it was to the sound of muffled talking. I couldn’t make out who was talking or what it was about. The bed was empty so maybe I was hearing the boys talking while eating breakfast. I sat up and stretched just in time for the bathroom door to open, Hobi stepping out, towel drying his hair. He saw I was sitting up and he beamed.

“Good morning, Sunshine!” He greeted, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t have the same name as you, Hobi.” I giggled, moving to help dry his hair.

“Hmmm, how about ‘Angel’ or ‘Cutie’?” He looked like he was really thinking it through as I took over drying his hair.

“Did you like the lights?” I asked softly, trying to be careful with his hair.

“Yes! You said you ordered more, right? I bet they’ll look great.”

“Any specific colors? Don’t say green because it’s your favorite color either.” I smiled.

“Maybe a purple or red. Why neon lights by the way?”

“Uh, I used to live in Tokyo a while back, right next to Akihabara, so I’d see the lights every day. I just like it is all.” I shrugged.

“Your phone was going off earlier by the way.” He informed me.

“I don’t think I have to do anything today? It’s Tuesday right?”

“It’s Wednesday!” He stated, shaking his head cutely.

“Well shit. I think I have to pick up my nephew later today.”

“Your nephew? What’s his name?”

“Jeonghun. Funny story, my sister was going to name him Jaeseong, after our father, but I called dibs.” I laughed, using the towel to dry off his neck.

“How many kids do you want?” I felt myself freeze at the question.

Well damn. I had no idea. Realistically I couldn’t have kids any time soon because of work and now... prison, but I never stopped and thought about it.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I do want kids though.” There were a few moments of silence as I began to dry his hair again.

“Four kids sound nice, two boys, two girls.” Hobi suggested.

“That...actually does sound nice, pretty even.” I smiled.

“I knew you’d think so.”

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#bts poly au #bts ot7 x reader #bts yandere au #bts fanfic #bts angst #kim taehyung x reader #kim seokjin x reader #jung hoseok x reader #park jimin x reader

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 4 years ago

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Its fucked. But as much as I know you hurt me, betrayed my trust, and abandoned me so many fucking times. I always regret getting mad at you all over again.

Because thinking about you has been the only thing that's been keeping me going last year and so far till now. Cause you were there for me at one point too, we got so close as best friends, falling asleep on the phone together....sometimes when I can't sleep I think about the good times. Your good times. The moments you used to say "no, tell me how you feel" cause I could never tell you what was making me so emotional or upset without cryin. But you wanted me to spit out. Like talk, damn it girl. Quit being so stubborn. But I feel like I can't unlearn it. And I can't unlearn you. All we have is memories now, cause I can't talk to you on the phone. Hopefully not forever, but just for a little while. I'm being bratty, but I know my nerves are getting bad and I don't wanna say anything stupid if we were to get into another argument again. Cause I did hate you. But I still love you. And sometimes I hate even that.

Because I'm not supposed to. You aren't mine. And I don't think you'll ever leave her, but I don't need her. I need you. All I want is you. I want to take care of you. And you to take care of me. I want you to treat me right and not punish me or play with my heart like I'm just a child who doesn't know any better. But I do. And thats why I left for a reason.

Both of us need to get our shit together. You need to find your heart again and learn how to love people the right way, without control. And I need to get a car, license, house, job, land, school, business. Just because you're a college dropout, and I finished doesn't make you any lesser than me. I just wished we saw our own potentials without having to need things or people to tell us so. Because it can be hard to believe that you are great, when you feel like shit and everything you've ever wanted isn't here....yet.

And I only say yet, because I don't wanna give up on who I am, my goals, and my dreams in life. I still wanna explore who's out there and what's out there. I wanna do so many things before I die. And I guess you would rather settle down and start a family with her right now, because that's what is most important to you; family, money, power, and success.

What I'm looking for? Home, learning new things/culture/food, family, freedom (freedom to go wherever, whenever, create, and freedom to love, daydream and be myself again), love, peace, and harmony. I need money to travel and create art. And I like dressing up in my cartoony pajamas, eating my cereal, eating my pizza, cereal and candy like the big baby I know I am. I shouldn't have to feel ashamed that I miss my childhood. If you don't like that part of me then so be it. I'll find somebody else who likes kisses, cuddles, and watching cartoons/anime with me when I wanna play dress up. I'll have my love to keep me warm 💕 😁

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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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aaaaaaaa boba- youre amazing and wonderful. i hope both sides of your pillow are cold when you sleep and your blankets warm. i hope you eat a snack and feel so satisfied with it. i hope you never lose a sock in the washer and always have milk for your cereal (if you eat that).

i also hope that no lines are long for you and that you always wake up feeling refreshed.

this may be my first time interacting but you are an absolute doll 💜💜💜

eye??? this is literally one of the nicest asks ive ever gotten dont make me threaten to kiss you :(( also yes i do eat cereal 🥺☝🏾

you’re so sweet cryin, thank u for interacting n all !! i hope u know that i lof u <33

#when u guys call me boba i cry #dxtemi #you’ve got mail 💌

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myficsknowwhatyoudidinthedark · 7 years ago

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Cody Carson x Singer! reader Part 1

Please remember that I use random names in my fics. You may change these names if you do not like them or want to replace them with your name. Feel free. Also, I was writing this and just wanted to get this out but I cannot garantee that this is a full return. Just a fic that I wanted to get out. But... ENOUGH OF THAT! Lets get on with the fic!

(Kory's POV)

I was currently performing a concert with my band ,(Band Name). But here's the thing. I had a little trick up my sleeve for my boyfriend. My boyfriend (Random Name) has been cheating on me for about 4 months of our 6 month relationship and he thinks that I don't know. Funny.

So me and the band came up with a plan and it was about to be put in to action.

"Alright guys! So, If you don't know this, my boyfriend is in the crowd right now and we have been together for about 6 month now and I have decided that I want to dedicate these next 2 songs to him. Now, these songs aren't mine though. These songs are by an amazing band called Set It Off and they are one of my favorites so if you don't know them then go check them out when you get home. But he doesn't know the band so these songs are surprises. So the first song is called Crutch" I say and the crowd blows up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nm1q9IJ92eE (Im going to put the lyrics in bold so you can skip them if you want)

"I’m holding you up keeping you on your feet

Always in the dark even when you’re next to me

So how does it feel

To know that I would do anything to break your fall?

How does it feel?

I give everything but I get nothing at all

You kill me every time we touch

Baby you use me I’m just your crutch

I don’t know how long I can hold you up

You got me running out of love

Baby you use me I’m just your crutch

I don’t know how long I can hold you up

There’s only so much of the weight I can take

Leaning on me till I bend and I break

So how does it feel

To know that I would do anything to break your fall?

How does it feel?

I give everything but I get nothing at all

You kill me every time we touch

Baby you use me I’m just your crutch

I don’t know how long I can hold you up

You got me running out of love

Baby you use me I’m just your crutch

I don’t know how long I can hold you up

Where you where you gonna be?

Where you gonna be when I need somebody?

Where you where you gonna be?

Where you gonna be when I need somebody?

Where you where you gonna be?

Where you gonna be when I need somebody?

Where you where you gonna be?

Where you gonna be when I need somebody?

You kill me every time we touch

Baby you use me I’m just your crutch

I'm just your crutch

You kill me every time we touch

Baby you use me I’m just your crutch

I don’t know how long I can hold you up

You got me running out of love

Baby you use me I’m just your crutch

I don’t know how long I can hold you up"

I finish the song and (Boyfriends Name) is staring at me. He had a confused look on his face and I just smirked at him.

"Alright guys. So now this next song is called Hypnotized and it is also an amazing song so I hope you guys enjoy it." I say and the crowd once again goes crazy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOZbLbQOvhg (Once again skip if you don't want to read the lyrics)

"Time to pack your bags,

No more looking back,

So quit your cryin’,

I know, you know you’re guilty,

Guess you must have,

Had me in a trance,

And now you’ve lost your chance,

So just quit tryin’,

I know, you know you’re guilty,

Guess you must have had me hypnotized.

Listen carefully, (Shhh)

I know it’s hard for you, (I know)

You’re not quite used to vulgarity and verbal abuse, (Get ready)

Well first off fuck you and what you represent,

Tryna take the money you didn’t earn, you won’t see a fucking cent.

I’m sorry, did I just make you feel upset?

Wanna add a habit and light about 30 cigarettes? (You should)

You’re only mad about the fact that I put a light to you,

Basically tracing paper when all we see is right through you!

Who doesn’t love analogies with a couple meanings,

Especially when it makes a prick like you start steaming,

I can tell you’re not quite gettin’ what I said before,

What I mean by tracing paper’s that you’re see-through and disposable.

Goodbye.

Time to pack your bags,

No more looking back,

So quit your cryin’,

I know, you know you’re guilty,

Guess you must have,

Had me in a trance,

And now you’ve lost your chance,

So just quit tryin’,

I know, you know you’re guilty,

Guess you must have had me hypnotized.

Oh no no

You had me hypnotized

Oh no no

You had me hypno...

I heard you been lyin’ and tryin’ to shit on my name talkin’ behind my back,

You should never expect the best to rest instead you’re spewin’ that bullshit!

Come on, you’re not adept in honesty, (nope)

And honestly, I see you’ve never delivered apologies.

It’s always: “Because of them or because of a thing that happened.”

What do you wanna receive for fucking it up all the time? A fucking statue? (Congrats)

I’ll call it, hmm “Ode to Mr. Miserable”.

Call me harsh for throwin’ darts and aimin’ for your hollow temples.

Oh me? Cody died and it’s no more nice guy season.

Cause now he’s heated and it’s…

Time to pack your bags,

No more looking back,

So quit your cryin’,

I know, you know you’re guilty,

Guess you must have,

Had me in a trance,

And now you’ve lost your chance,

So just quit tryin’,

I know, you know you’re guilty,

Guess you must have had me hypnotized.

Oh no no

You had me hypnotized

Oh no no

You had me hypno...

It’s so unnatural,

You’re throwing dirt into the details,

A common criminal,

And now you’re headed for the derail,

Liar, liar,

Cover up your tracks again,

We’re all aboard and it’s a scorcher,

Fire, fire,

Burnin’ up your back,

Your sin’s your torture.

Time to pack your bags,

No more looking back,

So quit your cryin’,

I know, you know you’re guilty,

Guess you must have,

Had me in a trance,

And now you’ve lost your chance,

So just quit tryin’,

I know, you know you’re guilty,

Guess you must have had me hypnotized.

Oh no no

You had me hypnotized

Oh no no

You had me hypno...

(You are way more than a headache at this point. Do us all a favor, and go fuck yourself.)

My soon to be ex is now completely confused. I then smile at him.

"I know your cheating. You weren't the best a hiding that. All the text and late night taking care of 'business'. But i mean you don’t have a job sooooo, I have no idea what you could be doing. Also you tend to say your with the boys but I talked to them and you certainly weren't with them. So. I wanted to put a light to your horrible behaviour. So, We're through. Also, I want all your shit out of my house by tomorrow night and I will have someone there to make sure you do so and nothing else. So, since we all know that you have no money we all know that you didn't pay for admission so I want your ass out of my concert and I don't want to see you again. Now lets get back to this fucking show. I mean, you guys paid to see us perform so lets get back to it!" I yell and the crowd screams as security escorts (Ex's Name). The rest of the concert went on without a hitch.

(Cody's POV) (Also Cody and Shay aren't together here)

I had just woken up with a Mateo on my chest. (This is the new house by the way) I pet Mateo while reaching for my phone. When I look at the lock screen it was completely covered in notifications from Twitter.

All contained a link to youtube. After skimming through I finally broke and clicked the link that led me to a video called ' Kory Liker breaks up with her cheating boyfriend at concert with Set It Off songs' and I was instantly intreaged by it. As I watch I couldn't help but enjoy the show she was putting on and how much her fans enjoyed it.

And she was an amazing singer at that. As the video comes to end I laugh at how she threw shade then threw him out. What a great way to end a relationship. I get up and head to the kitchen to feed the animals if they weren't already and get some food myself.

As I head downstairs I hear laughing only to see Maxx, Graves (My OC with MAXX) Dan, Zach, Katie and Sydney all in the kitchen laughing. They all looked and Maxx says with a smile

"Did you see the video?" and I just smirk and nod. "She is an amazing singer. WE HAVE TO COLLAB WITH THEM!" He yells as I feed Mateo. Zelda wasn't down here but Pistol and Tux where chilling by Maxx's feet. "I could DM her but i can't garantee that she will." I say as I sit down and grab the milk and cereal that Graves left on the table. "Nah, She will. She says that she loves you guys!" Graves says as she finishes grabbing a spoon for everyone and then grabs her cereal bowl and sits on Maxx's lap.

"I guess. But no garantee's" I say as I point a finger at them and then open her profile on Twitter and see that all of them (Set It Off) had followed her as did the girls. I click follow and then go to DM her as she was already following us.

Cody Carson- Hey it's Cody from Set It Off. Loved the video from your show last night. You really told that asshole. But the guys and I (and the girl) all wanted to know if you and your band want to do a collab with us. Maybe on a weekly youtube video or something but they really wanted me to ask. Just message me back if you have any interest.

I sent the message and then see that she had just tweeted it said "Wake up to see my idols FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER! I'M GOING TO DIE!" and I just laugh. I comment back "Please don't die!" and see the other guys had posted comments saying "NOOO! DON'T DO THAT!" from Dan, "OMG! I DON'T WANT TO BE RESPONISBLE FOR THAT!" from Zach and "Damn, these guys must be really great if you feel that way." from Maxx. I then get a notice that she has messaged me back.

Kory Liker- OMG! WHY ME! AHHHH! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! ME AND THE GUYS WOULD LOVE THAT! What should we do?

Cody Carson- Maybe we could do a few, Last I heard that your last tour date in here in LA and that means you shouldn't live to far from here.

Kory Liker- Yeah! We are actually doing our last show tomorrow so we are heading home now! What sort of video should we do first?

Cody Carson- I have no idea. How about when you guys get home and un-pack you head over here. We live at (some random address with a 666 or 69 joke in it. Maybe both)

Kory Liker- WOW. We only live a few block away from you guys! (We all live on the same block) That's amazing. I'll let the boys know. They may want to show up later though so they can see there wives and kids. I'm the forever alone of the group XD

Cody Carson- Same! Maxx and his wife Graves are attached at the hip and she is currently sitting on his lap with there daughter (Pistol... Duh) and Zach and Katie's son (Tux) right under them. Katie and Zach are looking at pictures and Dan and Sydney are wedding planning so I am here texting you! Which is way better than what I would usually be doing.

Kory Liker- Same! The guys are always just chilling with there family and i'm just kinda there XD

Cody Carson- HAHA. Welp, I'm going to let everyone know and just let me know when your heading over! See ya later!

Kory Liker- LOL No problem. We are almost home so it should only be about an hour or 2. See ya!

"Well... I messaged her and...." I start and they all just stare before Graves yells "WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE SAY CARSON!" and we laugh. "She is coming over later to go over ideas videos we could do together. Tomorrow is her last show and her and the guys all live a few blocks away so it won't be a hard thing to do. But the guys won't be here until later and or next time so they can see there wives and kids but other than that she says she should be here in about an hour or 2." I say and they all cheer.

This is going to be a really fun process.

(AHHHHHH A MULTI PART STORY! I HATE THEM! BUT I FEEL LIKE THIS IS TOO LONG! I WILL BE POSTING THE NEXT PARTS WITHIN THE NEXT DAYS! MUCH LOVE!

#Cody Carson #Maxx Danziger #Dan Clermont #zach dewall #Set It Off #oneshot

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bellaloona · 7 years ago

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11 Questions Tag Thing Yay

Tagged by @exoverdosed, thanks for the questions that i’m very likely gonna spend time overthinking the answers to <3

RULES:

-Post the Rules

-Answer the questions given to you by the tagger

-Write 11 questions of your own

-Tag 11 people

~Questions~

1. Are you a salty or sweet food person?

I’m always salty I prefer salty food, I don’t like a lot of sweet things actually

2. List your top 3 boy/girl groups

Boy Groups: EXO, DAY6, and uhhhh Wanna One/SHINee depending on how i’m feeling

Girl Groups: SNSD, Red Velvet, EXID

3. What’s your dream date?

A date in general bc I’ve never been on one *finger guns*......but seriously I’d love to go to a dog/cat cafe bc they don’t have them in the US at least decently close to where I live

4. You’re with your bias on a really scary roller coaster what happens? (do they comfort you, are they cryin too or like somethin like this)

This is bad bc Yixing and I are both afraid of heights so uhhh I’d probably hold his hand and have a death grip on the security bar with the other hand. And then Yixing would be screaming his “waaaaaaah” scream idk how to describe that. And then we go eat amustment park ice cream together and ride something that’s closer to the ground hopefully

5. Favorite youtuber??

THOMAS SANDERS.

6. You’re bias shows up at your door and tells you to go with them, would you do it?

Yixing seems a like a responsible man, I’d follow him. *shrugs*

7. Favorite animal?

Owls! They’re smart, cute, a little creepy, and also my elementary school mascot!

8. What mv/song/variety show got you into your ult group?

I watched Love Me Right with a friend at school and it bugged me bc the verses sounded like another song to me so I went back and listened to it at home 300x after that

9. Favorite number?

76!

10. Whats you’re favorite book?

Not necessarily a book, but Agatha Christie murder mystery novels in general. I love testing my ability to guess the killer before the end of the book.

11. You’re bias group are having a video game off what happens?

EXO is playing Mariokart on the Wii U so all of them can play at the same time. Beagle line is really into it, Chanyeol nearly breaks his controller when Baekhyun hits him with a red shell and passes him before the finish line. Suho is trying his best but keeps flying off of Rainbow Road (same). XiuChen is just having a good time. Kyungsoo is playing as Bowser and is very dangerous. I see Kai playing Donkey Kong and Sehun is probably playing as Rosalina idk. For a challenge they play some online games with random people all over the world and when they connect with Yixing in China they tear up a little and everyone is having a good time :’)

11/10 great questions I came up with myself

1. Quick, there’s a zombie apocalypse! Which three idols/celebrities are in your survival squad?

2. A song for a rainy day?

3. Favorite childhood cartoon?

4. If you were a dog, what kind would you be?

5. What album would be the soundtrack to your autobiographical film?

6. What would be your career if you weren’t held back by financial reasons and you could literally do anything you wanted?

7. Milk before cereal or cereal before milk?

8. Favorite meme?

9. Favorite ice cream flavor?

10. Would you rather know everything on one topic only or know only a little bit about every topic?

11. You and your favorite group/band are grouped together for a science project. How screwed are you guys? How does that go?

uh i’m tired now so i’m just gonna tag a few people instead of 11: @honto-ni, @revelnshawol, @multikverse, @dancingqueen707

#@self: jessie you don't need to spend so much time thinking about tags #also me: write a 3 paragraph essay for each prompt #tags #kpop #idk man

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boudiscanon · 7 years ago

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Domestic Boud Ficlet Fuck Yeah

Cloud woke up to a bellowing baritone, belting out some old folk song over the sound of sizzling bacon. He untangled himself slowly from the mess of little girls’ clothes he’d fallen asleep folding and shuffled towards the kitchen.

“Dude.” Barret just grinned in response, finishing up the chorus of his song with a flourish and an admittedly impressive flip of a pancake. Cloud slumped at the island and reached over to grab his own pancake from the leaning tower Barret had already done up. “When did you even get back?”

“Little bit before five this mornin’,” Barret answered shaking his head at Cloud’s table manners. “Saw you all wrapped up in Marlene’s clothes like a bird makin’ a nest and figured you wouldn’t be awake to make breakfast.

Cloud frowned, but he couldn’t argue. Especially since Barret knew full well that breakfasts with Cloud consisted of cereal, or toast, and maybe an orange if he was alive enough to make Marlene eat something healthy. The one time he had tried to make a breakfast feast a la Barret, it was such a disaster that Marlene ended up running to get Tifa to make him stop. He was always relieved when Barret came back to pick up the Dad Duties--Cloud was not cut out for the stuff.

“How long you back for?” he asked, reaching for another pancake. Most of the stack was for him anyway--Barret knew his appetite.

“Til the end of the week, at least!” Barret replied, voice triumphant. “Got finished up with the last gig early! Told Reeve I was havin’ some quality time with the family!”

Cloud took a bite to hid his smile, just as little footsteps came stampeding down the stairs.

“PAPA!” Marlene hurtled herself into the kitchen, and Barret didn’t miss a beat, turning around to scoop her into a bear hug.

“Baby girl!” He rubbed his scruffy cheek against hers, making her giggle and push his face away. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and set her down so she could scramble up onto a stool next to Cloud.

“You didn’t say you were coming home yesterday! Are you gonna be back for a long time! I missed you so much! Cloud missed you too, right Cloud?”

Cloud blinked, suddenly put on the spot and looked from Marlene’s glowing smile to Barret’s content one. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

Barret burst out laughing, “Don’t hurt yourself gettin all worked up Cloud!” making Cloud frown at him. It wasn’t like it was a lie; he just normally didn’t say that kind of stuff. He wasn’t as feelings-y as the Wallace duo were.

“Come on papa! He just doesn’t say it!” Marlene insisted, seeming to read Cloud’s mind. “Say you’re gonna be back more than a few days this time! Please?”

“I got til the end of the week,” he replied, making Marlene’s eyes light up even brighter. “Maybe a bit longer, if it takes awhile for the next project to start up. But don’t get your hopes too high.” Too late, Marlene was cheering and throwing her arms in the air, spinning her stool so wildly that Cloud instinctively reached his arms out to catch her.

“Marlene, chill, or you’re gonna spend your dad’s vacation with a broken arm.” She stopped spinning, but the grin on her face had not shrunk a bit. Instead she grabbed his arm.

“Cloud! We gotta think of something fun to do! Eat faster!”

Cloud nodded, not quite understanding why Marlene insisted he “help” her make plans, considering she never seemed to need his--or anyone’s--input. Barret chuckled again, pulling plates out from the cupboard (thankfully Cloud had actually gotten to doing the dishes last night) and setting out one for each of them. He quietly sat and ate, soaking in the chatter as Marlene detailed everything that Barret had missed since his last phone call. She had to be practically thrown out the door to go to school, insisting she should get to stay home, and only begrudgingly left under the condition that Barret come pick her up himself the second the schoolday was over.

As the volume in the house instantly dropped, Cloud sat back down on the couch, quietly finishing the folding job he’d given up on yesterday. After watching him for a moment, Barret plopped down with his full weight, jostling Cloud and making him jerk his head up, only to have Barret ruffle his hair with all his strength.

“Wha--hey! What the hell!?” Cloud escaped--not without some effort--from Barret’s grip and shot him a death stare.

Barret just laughed. “Quit stressin’,” he said, reaching over to start helping fold clothes. “If you weren’t doin’ a good job, I wouldn’t be leavin’ her with you.”

Cloud frowned, unable to find a way to counter that logic. After a bit he said, “But I suck at all this domestic stuff. She cooks more than I do. And Tifa had to teach me three times how to wash clothes the right way. And thank god she’s smart because just looking at her homework makes my brain hurt and she’s only in the second grade.” Cloud sighed, slouching back on the couch. “I have no idea what I’m doing. Why the hell do you trust me with your kid? For fuck’s sake I spent most of my formative years in a tube.”

Barret picked up a dress that Cloud had bought for Marlene--with help from Tifa--and smiled. “You been doing this for what? Less than a year now? You think I knew what I was doin’ at that point? Ain’t no parent know what the hell they doin’ Cloud! I was the youngest of all my siblings. When I got Marlene I’d never changed a diaper. I’d never done the wash. I’d never had to deal with a baby cryin’. And I had one arm!” Cloud watched Barret’s face intently. He rarely spoke of his early days as Marlene’s dad. “If it weren’t for findin’ AVALANCHE, and finding all y’all, ain’t no way in hell I’d be able to do any of it. I felt like I was always screwin’ up, raisin’ her on my own. Took three people just to stop her runnin’ into traffic when she learned to walk.”

“Yeah, but, you at least feel like an adult.”

“You callin’ me old?” Barret turned and raised an eyebrow at Cloud, who raised an eyebrow back, a joking smile tugging at his face. “Look man, I know you had a fucked up life. Ain’t gonna argue on that one. But not knowin’ how to pack a lunch don’t make you a bad dad. And don’t make me a grown up.” He turned back to folding to laundry and Cloud noticed how Barret defaulted to using just one hand when he wasn’t paying attention to it, despite having had his prosthesis for so long. “You know all the important parts. How to be kind. And loving. How to protect her. How to want the world to be better than the shithole we grew up in, so she don’t have to deal with the crap we dealt with. You’ve already been doin’ all of that. When she calls me, she talks all about you--helpin’ her sort out her problems, showin’ her how to fix her bicycle, playin’ along with her games, and showin’ up to her school events. You don’t let her get away with using those big brown eyes to get out of trouble as much as I do.” Barret placed the last shirt on a stack and leaned back, placing and arm around Cloud’s shoulders. “And you don’t gotta be good at all of it anyway. That’s why there’s two of us. For when one of us screws up.”

Cloud couldn’t help but smile at the earnest look on Barret’s face, although he wasn’t sure he believed all that or not. It still felt good to hear, for now.

“Fine,” he said, closing his eyes and leaning against Barret’s side, feeling the early morning sink into him. “But you are old though.” He snickered as Barret cursed him and shoved him onto the floor, making both of them jump as the pile of clothes began tipping over.

#ffvii #boud #barret #cloud #fanfic #my shit #no editing we word vomit everywhere and post like men

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blaineandersontga · 4 years ago

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twobitnonethericher:

Rootin’ tootin’ howdy ho to ya, Blainers! Ya mean ya ain’t seen it yet? What a cryin’ shame, I’ll be sobbin’ into my cereal if ya need me. Yeah? If that ain’t tha bee’s knee’s I dunno what is- ‘cept an actual, real-life bee’s knee, ‘a course. I ain’t yet, nah. Maybe I’ll see ya there, yeah! I seen your pictures, looks like you get real revved up for this here kinda celebration. I hope it’s everythin’ you’re expectin’ and more.

Well, bees actually have six knees, Sir! Crazy, right? Such tiny legs, yet six knees. Why do they need so many? But, yes of course! I look forward to it. I’ll keep an eye out for you if we make it out there later. Christmas is my favorite time of the year, yes. I do tend to go all out for it. Thank you! I’m sure it will be. How are you enjoying the mock claim? Cameron is really knowledgeable about flu season, so I’m sure your suite is already disinfected accordingly. I know I’ve been doing the same.

#interaction: twobit mathews

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silentwriterx · 8 years ago

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Irresistible: Chapter Four

Word Count: 2.6k

Masterpost or Previous Chapter or Next Chapter

ao3

Around midnight, Dan’s parents arrived home, only to find their son fast asleep on the couch in the lounge. His eyebrows were knitted tightly together and his mouth was pursed firmly. It was obvious he was uncomfortable as he was squirming against the soft fabric of the blanket he was laying on top of. He had never been a peaceful sleeper when he was alone.

Dan’s mother turned towards her husband, but he was focused on the sleeping boy. His face held traces of sadness, but also a hint of disappointment. It usually did when he looked at Dan. Mary didn’t quite know why, but she had a guess.

“Andrew, we need to get to bed. We can talk to him about school in the morning,” she whispered, hiking her purse up her shoulder when it began to slide down. “He’s obviously exhausted.”

The man turned to his wife, shaking his head. “No, Mary, I don’t care if he’s tired, he skipped school and we taught him better than that. I don’t want him sleeping down here anyway,” he said, not being careful to whisper like his wife. He walked closer to the couch, and roughly shook Dan’s shoulder.

Dan’s eyes flew open, panic striking his chest before his gaze landed on his parents. He internally groaned, not wanting to deal with them at the moment. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his fists. “What time is it?” he groaned, noticing the darkness seeping in through the cracks in the curtains. As he pulled his hands away from his face, he was aware of how badly they were shaking. Dan grasped his hands together so his father wouldn’t see how anxious he was. He looked up expectantly, not making direct eye contact with either of the adults. His eyebrows were drawn together in confusion, because he didn’t remember falling asleep downstairs, and it was obviously quite late. He didn’t know how he had been sleeping so much the last few days.

Andrew looked down on Dan disapprovingly, disdain clear in his expression. He narrowed his eyes, obviously mulling over something in his head. He seemed to have come to a decision a few moments later, as he crossed his arms and cleared his throat, staring directly into his son’s brown eyes. “Go to your room, Daniel. I expect you to be awake on time tomorrow, and to actually bother going to all of your classes. I will not accept this type of behaviour in my house, and if it happens again, there will be consequences,” he spat out, turning and striding out of the room and upstairs.

Dan’s now-watery eyes shot to his mother, who was stood still with her head down. “M- mum, I’m sorry, I didn’t m- mean to ups- et him, I just- I was having a panic-” he started, his voice coming out hoarse, but Mary held her hand up.

She took a deep breath in and turned her gaze towards her shaking son. “I- Leave it, Daniel. You heard what your father said. I don’t want to hear excuses. Go to bed,” she said firmly, but her eyes held regret and grief.

Dan’s lower lip trembled, his hands shook even more, but he nodded his head and ran out of the lounge, tripping up the stairs on his way to his room. He stumbled into his room and slammed his door shut. He threw himself onto his bed, clinging onto one of his pillows and curling up into a small ball.

Dan was tired of crying. God, he was so tired of it. But he just couldn’t help it. He had accepted a long time ago that it was a rare thing for him to go a single day without his eyes dampening and his cheeks being stained red. It had been apart of his life for a very long time, but like a lot of things in his life, he was sick of it.

Needless to say, Dan had once again cried himself to sleep.

Waking up was always something most people dreaded. Dan was no stranger to this, but it was even worse when your father comes into your room at half five in the morning yelling and basically throwing you out of your bed.

Dan didn’t even leave for school until half seven, but he supposed this was his punishment for leaving school early yesterday. I mean, it wasn’t as if he was having a mental breakdown or anything.

Even if he was, it wouldn’t have affected anything anyways.

Chuckling bitterly, Dan sat down on his bed. Because he had been awoken an hour early than necessary, he was already dressed and had eaten a small bowl of cereal. He didn’t bother with straightening his hair today, as it was pretty overcast outside. He just didn’t see the point, even if he hated his hobbit hair.

Grayson loves it, Dan thought. He guessed it could stay for a day or two.

Dan figured he would walk to school early, as he’d rather not be in the house with his parents for longer than needed. Grayson had texted him before he left, saying he would be in class but he wouldn’t be early. In all honesty, Dan didn’t really mind, as he was still confused at Grayson’s attitude from the day before. It seemed as each day dragged along, Grayson was becoming more bitter with Dan.

It was alarming, to say the least. It was as if his safety blanket was being slowly pulled out from under him, and there was no telling when he would plunge into the icy cold.

With these thoughts on his mind, Dan got to school pretty quickly. With his hands shoved deep in his hoodie pocket and head turned down, he made his way into the main building.

There was something unsettling about school when he was alone. Everyone had become so accustomed to Dan and Grayson being glued together, because they hadn’t left each others side ever, and when Dan was by himself, it was as if he didn’t even exist. It seemed as though his peers only liked Dan and Grayson, not just Dan. One came with the other, and that’s how it had always been, but what would happen if they weren’t a pair anymore? Would Dan be forgotten? He wouldn’t doubt it.

His thoughts were confirmed, because as Dan walked through the halls that were crowded with teens, no one bothered to greet him, not even a simple smile. He sighed quietly, quickly making his way to his locker to retrieve his books he needed for his first few classes.

As he was opening his locker, a girl in his year tapped him on the shoulder lightly. He turned around and gave a tight smile, faintly recognizing the girl from his history class. “Yes?” he kindly asked, turning back around to face his locker.

“It’s Dan, right?” the girl, who he believed was called Ellie, asked.

He nodded, glancing back at her. Her feet were shuffling back and forth nervously, and she was ringing her hands together. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Right, well- you’re the Dan who’s with Grayson, yeah?” Her reply was quiet, and Dan had to strain his ears to hear her, even with the small distance between the two.

This question caught his attention though, so he turned to face her. “Um, y- yeah, that’s me,” he answered, cursing silently when he stuttered. He was rather confused as to why the girl was asking, as basically everyone already knew.

She let out a harsh breath. “Is- are you guys, like, I don’t know, fighting? Or taking a break, or something, by any chance?”

Dan blinked at her, his face contorting with confusion. “Not that I’m aware of? Why, is someone saying that? Because it’s not true, Grayson and I are getting along great, like alw-” he blubbered, but stopped as he felt his breathing rise.

Ellie’s eyes were wide, and she was fiddling with her hands at her sides. “Oh- Oh my god, I’m- alright. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize- well shit,” she whispered, not meeting Dan’s eyes.

Dan didn’t really know how to reply, so he simply nodded. “Um, I gotta get to class. Ellie, is it?” he rushed out.

She snapped her head up, nodding furiously. “Yeah, um, listen, it was nice talking to you, and I’m so sorry for-”

Cutting her off, Dan smiled tightly. “It’s fine, I guess. Have a great day,” he ended, practically running down the hall after slamming his locker shut.

As he rushed to his maths class, Dan took deep breaths. His hands had started shaking lightly, and he knew it was going to be a rough day. Luckily, Grayson was going to be here for him if he got too bad, and that calmed his nerves. Slightly.

He entered the classroom, which was almost empty. There was another person sat in the back corner, where Dan and Gray sit, and Dan almost smacked himself in the face.

He had totally forgotten about the new kid, Phil he believed his name was, helping him yesterday. He was obviously a mess, but he wasn’t enough of a mess to not realize another person was there. Phil had helped him in one of his worst states, and he had the audacity to forget about it? He really was a horrible person.

At this point, Dan was basically begging for Phil to ignore him. Maybe he thought Dan was a freak after what had happened yesterday, he knew most of the people who saw him yesterday probably did.

But as it turns out, Phil was actually a decent person. As soon as Dan walked past the first row of desks, Phil looked up and smiled hesitantly at him.

“Hey, Dan right? Alright?” he asked unsurely. His backpack was placed on Dan’s desk, so he quickly moved it, throwing it onto the ground and jumping when it made a loud bang.

The corners of Dan’s mouth lifted subtly, because it was obvious Phil was a complete nerd. Dan hadn’t even had an actual, normal conversation with him and could tell that Phil had a really likeable personality, in his book at least.

Dan blushed a bit, looking down at his feet as he set his book bag down on the floor next to his desk. “Yeah, um, I’m good. I wanted to thank you, actually, and I feel like a total twat because I didn’t yesterday. I just kind of ran off, and I feel so bad about it, because you helped me and no one would normally do that besides Grayson. So, uh, yeah. Thanks,” he breathed out, chewing on his lip.

When Dan heard Phil let out a soft chuckle, he frowned. He was being serious, and he didn’t think his mental breakdown was something to laugh about. Dan bit down on his lip harder, trying hard to contain the tears that were sure to come, because when isn’t he crying. He quickly slid into his seat, staring down at his desk sadly.

Phil must’ve noticed the sudden silence, as his blue eyes widened to the size of the moon. “Oh God, I said something stupid again, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I do that a lot, and I didn’t mean to laugh. I just- You don’t need to apologize for not thanking me yesterday, you spoon,” Phil said, sitting down in his seat as well. He folded his hands atop his desk and looked over at Dan, concerned.

Dan looked up, his cinnamon eyes glossy. “I- I don’t?” he choked out, looking at Phil questioningly.

“Of course you don’t. I wanted to help, and I understand why you couldn’t thank me yesterday. I didn’t expect you to. It means something to me that you did today, though.” As Phil said this, he was looking at Dan with an attentive gaze, as if he was trying to figure him out. He was puzzled as to why Dan had it in his head that he had to apologize for not thanking Phil when he was in the middle of a panic attack.

It was obvious someone put those thoughts into Dan’s head, the idea that he had to apologize for every single thing he thought was wrong.

Looking back down at the desk, Dan mumbled, ”It’s just, no one has ever- it isn’t common someone does something for me without expecting something in return.”

They stopped talking after that, and not just because it was getting a bit too deep for only knowing each other for a little under twenty four hours. As it happened, Grayson chose that moment to walk into the room, along with many other students and their teacher.

Dan predicted this class wouldn’t be the greatest, as Phil was right in the middle of him and Gray. Grayson didn’t get the greatest introduction to Phil (granted, Dan didn’t either), and Dan could already feel the tension when Gray walked over.

Dan smiled up at Gray when they made eye contact. “Hey, Gray, I missed you this morning.”

Grayson smiled back tensely, eyeing Phil suspiciously. “Hey, babe. Sorry, my mum had me run some errands.” He walked behind Dan, leaning over and kissing his forehead. Grayson grinned at Dan’s curly hair, running his hands through the dark locks.

“I love your curly hair,” Grayson whispered, kissing Dan’s temple. “Never straighten it again.”

Dan giggled, shaking his head. “You know how much I hate it, makes me look like I’m seven again.”

Walking to his seat, Grayson shot Dan a quick wink. “I mean, you were pretty cute when you were seven, not going to lie.”

“Mr. Edgeworth, it’d be nice if you and Mr. Howell stopped flirting in my classroom. Save it for the bedroom, yeah?” Mr. Raymond said, raising his eyebrows at the two boys. “Also, I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be calling seven year olds attractive, as you are indeed seventeen,” he drawled out, leaning on his desk with his arms folded across his chest. Some of the other kids laughed, looking back at the two boys.

Grayson muttered an apology, and Dan just buried his face in his hands. That kind of subject was personal, and Dan found it absurd that a teacher would make those comments. He never really liked Mr. Raymond because he always picked on Dan and Grayson’s relationship. It made Dan feel guilty for whatever reason.

Dan felt a tap on his left shoulder. “Hey, don’t take what he says to heart. He just wants his students to like him, so he acts like a dolt,” Phil whispered. “He shouldn’t even be commenting on that kind of stuff, it’s invasive.”

There was a certain fire to Phil’s voice, and it comforted Dan in a way. Someone was actually defending him, agreeing with his opinions. It was definitely a foreign concept, but it was nice, refreshing.

Dan glanced over at Phil. “Thank you,” Dan whispered back.

Phil laughed, shaking his head. “You don’t have to thank me, I told you this already. I want to help you feel better. No one deserves to feel like crap.”

“And I want to thank you. So accept it, or I will feel like crap,” Dan replied, smiling so widely his dimple popped out.

As the conversation happened, Grayson watched the two from his desk next to them. He really wanted to hate Phil, but he couldn’t. He envied him, though, that was for sure. It seemed as if Phil was doing a better job of reassuring Dan then Grayson was, and that made Grayson feel overshadowed. He didn’t like it when other people made Dan feel better, because that was his job and it always has been. Grayson was the one that was supposed to make sure Dan didn’t get hurt.

He obviously wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

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#phanfiction #phanfic #phan #angst

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Impulsive Decision Pt.7

Male Path | Female Path

Chapter 7: Neon Lights

Warnings!: Kidnapping | Swearing

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok x Reader / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader (just a lil)

Word Count: 5,340

Summary: M/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. M/n attends a BTS show, since they happen to be a fan. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic M/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but M/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,

A/N: Sorry I had writer’s block! As always, if you have any questions or thoughts on the story so far, got ahead and drop it in my ask box! If you have any other suggestions on what I should tag this under, feel free to tell me anon or not! (this goes for any of my another work too). The Female Path will be out soon, I swear, I figured I made you all wait enough!

The next morning I woke up, sat up and stretched, meaning Tae was no longer in the bed with me. I got up and tried to find my pants, which I assumed Tae or one someone was holding them hostage.

I let out a deep sigh and went to open the door to go out into the hallway, only to have the door open from the other side. I stepped back with a small ‘oh, my bad’ falling from my lips. I soon came face to face with Jimin, a small smile on his face when he saw I was surprised to see him.

“Uh, I got you breakfast.” Jimin said awkwardly, holding up two plates.

“Thank you, but is there a possibility you know where my pants are?”

Jimin only smiled, “I think Tae gave them to Jin to wash with your other clothes.”

“Imma steal his sweatpants then.” I walked over to what I assumed was Tae’s dresser and opened drawers as Jimin sat on the floor and put the plates on the table that we left there for lunch today.

Once I found sweatpants I pulled them on facing the door, back to Jimin. I pulled off the hoodie off my overheated body and tossed it on the bed, now looking for a shirt.

“So, you and Seongmi?” Jimin asked, his voice was in a tone I couldn’t pinpoint.

“Ah, I don’t know. I don’t even know if I like girls, I just...have been confused for a long time, that’s all.” I tried to put my feelings into works in my head, but failed to do so.

“She has a thing for you, she’s been flirting and dropping a lot of hints.”

“I’m aware, I saw the way she looked at me when I pulled away from the hug, I just, don’t want to lead her on thinking that I could be in a relationship with her, only for her to get heartbroken if I realize I’m not attracted to women.”

“So when did you tell your parents you liked men?” Jimin asked as I turned around to go to Jin’s dresser for shirt options.

“My mom says when I was 3 I would talk about having a husband, and when she tried correcting me thinking that I didn’t know the difference between husband and wife, I corrected her and told her that I wanted a ‘nice husband who smelled good’. So, I didn’t have to tell them, they just assumed I liked guys all my life. I also wanted 4 dogs. 3 cats and 2 otters, but those are more within my grasp. ” Jimin began to giggle.

“Why 3 cats and 2 otters?”

“I heard otters get lonely and 3 cats because even if one cat doesn’t want to love me, maybe one of the other two would...” Jimin began to laugh.

“You sound like you were adorable.” I found a black shirt and pulled it on.

“My little sister was way more adorable. I’m her favorite.” I smiled, filling with pride as I sat down beside him.

I looked at the plates Jimin came in with. It was kimchi jeon, I was familiar with it, it was a savory pancake with kimchi in it, however, there was a small bowl on top of it, it looked like eggs, but a little different.

“What’s this?” I asked, poking the egg with my spoon.

“Gyeran-jjim. It’s steamed egg.” Jimin explained, beginning to eat.

The egg was almost like a pudding and I didn’t mind, not one bit. after a few minutes of silence, Jimin spoke up.

“So, does your family know about the bunker?”

“Not really, I started making this after my dad died. It started off with just the entrance room but I expanded it. I always tell only people who need to know, like my accountant or Jason when I decide to go rogue. I usually make up an excuse for not being at my apartment, it’s gotten to the point where my family thinks I’m everywhere else in South Korea but Seoul. This is my safe space.” I poked at my food.

Jimin only nodded. I hadn’t worked on any character designs. I’d do that after breakfast.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin broke me from my thoughts.

“Huh? Why? What happened? If you broke something, that’s cool, I don’t have a lot of sentimental things down here.” I took a bite of my kimchi jeon.

“No. I’m sorry I thought differently of you.” He looked so sad, I didn’t understand why.

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin put more food in his mouth.

“Barnaby designs.” I answered truthfully.

“Jin’s right, you are a workaholic.” I giggled.

“No, it’s just, I’ve been just working for so long that it’s all I do know. I had Jason to talk to, but most of the time I would choose work over going to a party.”

“Was Jason a party animal?” Jimin questioned.

“Yeah, for a bit. I’ve known him for as long as I can remember, but after the age of 16 we just kind of, drifted. He hung out with people who partied and I mourned my father and just tried to graduate. I wanted to push forward into the future and he wanted to enjoy his youth, I wasn’t mad at him for it, or disappointed, I was just a little sad my best friend didn’t want the same. Around a year or two ago, he got into a bit of trouble. I helped him out by hiring him at my company, I made him a director. He’s still a little bit of a party animal, but doesn’t let it negate his work, I respect that. ” I explained, then took a bite of steamed eggs.

“...What kind of trouble?”

“Not my story to tell, sorry Jiminie. You can always ask him yourself.” I only smiled.

I worked on my sketch as Jimin casually drew, sitting across from me at the dining room table as Jin and Tae were battling over a game of Mario Kart while Hobi laughed at them from the couch.

“Hyung, you should come here.” Jungkook’s voice came from Jimin’s phone that was set on the table.

Without taking his eyes off his masterpiece he pressed the button on the screen, “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Please? It’s important. I’m in the gym” Jimin sighed.

“Fine, I’m on my way.” Jimin answered and stood.

“I’ll be back, M/n.” Jimin mumbled and left through the door behind me that lead to the gym.

I focused on my work, not glancing up as Tae shouted that Jin was a cheater. Someone sat next to me, I thought it was Hobi, since he was moving between sitting beside me and on the couch for the past few minutes.

“Is he really a cheater? I always thought Jin was the kind of person to like move your hand or something while playing then pretend like he never touched you when he wins.” I voiced, still not looking up.

“Why is it that I can actually see that happening?” A higher pitched voice asked.

My head snapped to look at Seongmi. I chuckled.

“Sorry, Seongmi, I thought you were Hobi.”

“He has nice legs so you get a pass. What are you working on?” She asked, her hand starting to move to Jimin’s sketch pad.

“Just coloring in my work for character design.” I answered simply.

“Those markers look so professional.” She awed.

“Uh, we have a big supply of them for the animators? I’d figured they’d seem normal to you now.”

She shook her head, “I never got to see them at work before, I was always doing everything else but animate.”

I smiled, sliding my sketchpad over to her and handing her the marker.

“Have fun.” Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“I don’t want to ruin your work.”

“It’s fine, go for it! I’ve drawn Barnaby so many times its muscle memory. If you mess up I can just draw another.” I assured.

She began to color in the drawing and I leaned closer. She smelled like chocolate frosting. Why the fuck did she smell like frosting? I stood up and walked to the fridge and then started rummaging through the cabinets when I couldn’t find what I was looking for.

“Need help?” Seongmi asked.

I shook my head. Where the fuck did I keep my Stress Frosting!? I found a box of bran cereal and looked at it suspiciously. I don’t fuck with bran cereal so why is it here?? I grabbed the box angrily and turned eyed it. There was a note stuck to the back.

If you keep eating frosting like you had a bad break up, you’re going to have a heart attack, eat something healthy for once.

-Jason

“This motherfucker.” My voice was high pitched and full of disbelief, I didn’t realize I said it out loud until Seongmi began to giggle.

“He said you’d react that way, word for word.” She laughed.

I moved to the table and got my phone, unlocking it and opening the walkie-talkie app. I found Jason and held down the button.

“You trick ass snake, where the fuck is my frosting?”

“There is perfectly edible bran cereal for you.” I could hear him trying not to laugh.

“Man, fuck yo cereal I want my frosting.”

“You had cookie dough frosting, M/n. That’s like making something unhealthy more unhealthy.”

“Stop holding my frosting hostage.”

“I don’t have it. I threw it all away in a random dumpster.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“I don’t care! I’m a rebel. Fuck yo frostin’.”

“Bitch got me cryin’ in the club.” I fake sniffled.

“I don’t care, bye M/n.”

I sat beside Seongmi with a sad plop.

“Aww, poor M/n-ie.” She cooed, running her hand through my hair as I pouted.

She looked around and stood up, she walked to the hallway with rooms and waved me over. I followed obediently. She led me to what I assumed was her and Linza’s room and closed the door behind me. She went to the dresser by the door and rummaged through it and got a few straw-like tubes from within.

“Sit.” I did as I was told, sitting on the door in front of the bed that smelled the most like frosting.

She sat beside me and handed me the straw-tube. She bit the end of hers, pinched the middle and slid the syrup up into her mouth. Uh, I had no idea what it was. Why did it look like a liquid Pixy Stix? She giggled at my confusion. She tipped hers to my lips. I was too curious to care if it was unsanitary.

“Is that raspberry or honey? I’m more confused than I was before.” She laughed.

“You’re so adorable. It’s a raspberry honey stick, M/n.”

“Honey stick? You mean to tell me I could’ve ended just squirting the honey from the bottle into my mouth a long time ago?” She laughed a little louder.

“I can just imagine you getting it everywhere and complaining when something stuck to you.” I felt a little offended because it was dead on.

I sucked on my green apple honey stick and was actually liking it better than frosting. She began to run her hands through my hair again, I drifted more into her touch, not wanting her to stop.

“How can a grown man act so cute?” She asked.

I didn’t answer, too focused on my honey stick to be bothered. She swung her leg over mine to straddle me. I wasn’t as shy as I thought I would be. I looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. She took the empty stick from my mouth and grabbed another color.

“Let’s try peach, hm?” She popped open the end and pushed some into her mouth then tilted it to me.

I let her place it in my mouth and slide the sweet fruity honey in, keeping eye contact with her.

“Good boy.” She seemed to praise under her breath.

She discarded the empty tube and ran her hand through my hair once more, this time tugging me head back, making me bite my lip. She bent down and kissed my forehead, it looked innocent but I knew what I wanted.

“Why the forehead?” I pouted.

She giggled and I used that opportunity to grab the back of her neck and pull her into a kiss. Just one kiss is all I wanted. I slid my hand down so my hands were on her sides. She went for my hair again and pulled me even closer so we were pressed against each other.

She slid her tongue into my mouth and pushed her hips down against me. A part of me knew it was wrong that I was currently making out with a girl and could possibly break her heart by leading her on. That part became overwhelming as Seongmi began to grind on me, causing a groan to draw out of me.

I pulled back, “S-Seongmi, I don’t think this is the best ide-” She turned my head to the side and her lips attached to my neck.

I felt her suck and bite, making me whimper at the feeling. Her lips suddenly detached and I whined in protest.

“Hey, Jimin. ” She sounded so smug.

My head snapped to the side to look at Jimin in the doorway. He looked both angry and shocked. He walked over and grabbed my wrist.

“Come on, M/n, let’s go finish up our designs.” Jimin pressed, tugging on my arm.

“Aw, c’mon Jimin, you know he’s fine if you leave him here.” Seongmi teased.

Her cocky tone made me softly push her away. It was now her turn to be shocked. She got off of me and I stood, not making eye contact with either of them as Jimin guided me out the room.

“Stay away from her, okay? I don’t know what’s she’s doing, but now you need to be careful because it’s not just flirting anymore.” Jimin said to me in a soft and serious tone.

I only nodded.

“Stay with the boys, okay?” I nodded again.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“You did WHAT!?”

“Jason you’re at a 10 and I need you at a 4 right now.” I sighed, leaning back in my office chair.

I was in the bunker’s office and had the door locked, hoping to have a private conversation with my friend to sort things out.

“How did the other boys take it?”

“I’m not sure, I think only Jimin and Seongmi know for now.”

“...Why do I have a feeling Seokjin will fight her.” I sat up straight.

“No, no, no. I kissed her first so I should be scolded. ”

“She gave you a hickey and had a death wish to just smirk and be all cocky with Jimin.”

“ ‘Death wish’ what the fuck, Jason, the boys don’t care about me that much.”

“You are as dense as your mom’s Christmas fruitcake.”

“I swore my mom broke your dad’s toe when she accidentally dropped it.”

“It was close, but stop trying to change the subject! Those guys care a lot for you, you can’t just go kiss a girl who is clearly trying to manipulate you in some way.”

I let out a loud groan, “This would’ve never happened if you left my frosting alone!” I accused.

After the ‘call’ with Jason I worked a bit on files he told me the company needed and began to transfer them to USB. Once everything was transferred I unlocked the door and was getting ready to head out. I saw Suga heading my way once I stepped into the hall.

He was holding a few napkins that he was looking at and his lips moving slightly like he was reading to himself.

I realized why he had napkins. He was writing lyrics and didn’t have paper. I quickly moved into the office and pulled out six notebooks and began to leave again. I moved to the hallway with the rooms pretty much undetected and pushed the two notebooks under the doors of what I assumed was RM’s room. I put two on Hobi’s bed just in case and put two on the opposite bed of Hobi’s, knowing it was Suga’s bed because they shared a room. I headed to the entrance room. I put in the dial code and moved to the vault door when I slowly realized.

I ran back down and almost knocked Tae over.

“Oh! Sorry, Tae, uh, where’s the vault key?” I asked, hand on the back of my neck.

“Jin Hyung has it, why? Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, Jason needs a few files authorized.” Tae gave me a small pout.

“Be back before dinner.” Oh god, that was a command.

I only nodded and went to find Jin.

I ended up finding him in the library with RM. I knocked softly before fully entering.

“Hey, Jin, do you mind if I get the vault keys? Jason needs me at the company...” I trailed off, suddenly very awkward with the boys.

Jin smiled, good, that means he didn’t know yet. Jin stood up and reached in his pocket and pulled out the key. RM was looking through the bookshelves, taking down a few.

“I’ll make you a copy...if you want.” I said lowly.

Jin looked at me, confused, “Why would I need one?”

“I was serious about letting you go.” RM froze.

“I just, want you to know you have an option. I don’t care if I don’t get the partnership, because I know my brother will push and get it. I don’t care if my family has to distance themselves from me either, it was my decision that landed me in this anyway. ” Jin shook his head.

“Make him a key anyway.” RM jumped in, earning him a look from Jin.

I nodded, taking the key from Jin, waving goodbye and leaving the bunker

I loaded the three new lights for the Dance Studio (it was totally Jimin’s and Hobi’s now) into my car, being sure not to crush the groceries I had to grab while out. I got one blue light and one green, I had ordered purple, red, yellow, and black lights as well, I even ordered signs for the office, gaming room, library, and gym, but it would take a bit of time to get. That whole room was going to be lit up.

So, for now, I had a blue neon light that says ‘Sweet Dreams’, a light pink neon light that read ‘inspire’ and a green neon light that said ‘Everything you need is inside you’ I liked the font so I rolled with it. On the way to the bunker, I got a pack of beers and several bags of chips as my dinner and made my way back.

It was pretty late so I snuck into the bunker and tried to move the boxes in and down to the Dance Studio as quiet as possible. The last thing I wanted was Tae popping up out of nowhere and yelling because I skipped dinner. I put away the groceries and made my way back to the studio.

I played music not too loud and set up the neon lights. I made sure all four were mounted and working before I moved to the bag to get a beer and a bag of chips.

I needed this. Music and relaxation. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

“Nice setup.” I opened my eyes to look over at the figure at the door.

“Sorry if I woke you up.” I smiled sadly.

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” He stated as he opened the beer.

I gave him an unopened bag of chips and closed my eyes once more.

“What do you plan on doing after all this?” He asked.

I scoffed, “Going to New York.”

“I’m serious.” He frowned.

“I’m going to prison, Suga.” I sighed.

“If you weren’t?”

“That’s impos-”

“Humor me.”

I sighed and thought deeply.

“I would be in the same place I am to everyone else who doesn’t know you’re all here. A CEO at my father’s company. I would branch to video games then move to snacks and beverages. I would support my family any way I could. I’m not sure if I’d get married because I’m a shut-in, I like to just disappear and not tell anyone because I don’t need to or want to, but who knows. My whole life I wanted to make my dad happy the same way he would make me happy. I thought for sure my brother would get the company, but when it went to me, I felt like I had to prove I deserved it. At work I’m not feared, I’m respected and understood. Yeah, everyone gossips but nothing too harsh. But here... ” I laughed softly “I get called a workaholic seemingly every 3 hours and a kidnapper. ” I turned to Suga, “Sorry if you expected me to say I would travel the world or settle down and have kids.”

Suga looked like he was thinking, “I respect the honesty.”

“Why did you all decide to stay?”

“Not all of us did, it was five to four. Jimin made his mind up about you after he almost fought you. Jin got the vault key, Taehyung got the dial code before anyone could read it and Jimin got your phone; Well, what was left of it. Jin never let go of the key, Taehyung never let us know the code, and neither did Hoseok, even though I think he knows it, and Jimin never told us what he found on the phone no matter how many times any of us asked. He didn’t even tell Hoseok, Jin or Taehyung.”

“I’m sorry to hear.”

“It almost scares me how honestly sorry you look.”

“Because I am. I still believe you all should be free and I take responsibility for my actions, but Jin, wants the vault door key and I’m sure Taehyung hid the code in some obscure place.”

“They were hurt when you didn’t come to dinner, Jimin looked a little mad.”

I let out a long sigh.

“My relationship with Taehyung, Seokjin, and Hoseok is complicated and confusing, and Seongmi just got double confusing, now Jimin is acting like a protective brother, but that’s how the others acted before...”

“Before?”

“When I was in my slump, Taehyung kissed me. Then Seokjin, then Hoseok. They didn’t explain anything afterward or bring it up, they’ve been acting like friends but Jason has been telling me it’s more. Today, Seongmi took me to her room and we made out.”

“I see the hickey.” My hand slapped up to my neck to cover it.

“Jason and Jimin think Seongmi’s up to devious plans, but I kissed her first, I wanted a simple kiss but, she wanted more and it was just a heated blur.”

“Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t.”

“You’re no help.”

“Just do what makes you happy.”

“My mom said I shouldn’t eat a hundred McDonalds chicken nuggets because heart problems run in the family. ” Suga almost spit out his beer.

“Only a hundred?” He teased.

“Well, I’m thinking realistically, I’m gonna want fries as well...” Suga finally smiled.

“Thank you for the notebooks, Hoseok took my green one, but I expected that. They’re pretty thick and you have nice pens just laying around.”

I smiled, “Glad to know you like them, you can transfer your writings from napkins now.” I took a sip of my beer.

“How do you know I wrote on na-”

“M/n? When did you get back?” A sleepy voice cut off Suga.

Suga and I looked over to see Jimin.

Oh dear lord, is Park Jimin only wearing my black Barnaby hoodie and briefs??

I started choking on my beer. Suga began to openly chuckle at my misfortune.

“He got back about 40 minutes ago.” Suga answered for me.

“Did you eat dinner?” Jimin yawned.

“Nope, he’s drinking beer and eating chips instead.”

“Bro, what the fuck?” I gave Suga a sideways glance.

“You’ll eat a big breakfast in the morning m’kay? Let’s go to bed now, M/n.” Jimin rubbed his eyes, holding his hand out for me to take.

I looked over at Suga, almost like I was asking him if this was a good idea.

“You better go, he won’t leave until you do,” Suga warned.

“Enjoy the chips and beer.” I grunted as I stood up.

“With pleasure.” Suga said as I took Jimin’s hand and he and led me out the studio.

Jimin led me across the bunker to the entrance room and climbed on the extra large bed. He patted the spot beside him. I was weighing my pros and cons.

Yes, I slept in the same bed as Tae, but Tae didn’t try to kill me by luring me in with cuteness and then holding a pocket knife to my back. Maybe this is where I would start to use my brain for once. I mean, could I truly trust Jimin?

Jimin pouted once he saw my hesitation. He sat up, frown on his face.

“I said I was sorry. I won’t try to hurt you ever again, okay? Can we cuddle and sleep, please?” He promised.

I slowly kicked off my shoes and unzipped my pants. Jimin smiled and lied back down, waiting patiently. I climbed on the bed and Jimin turned his back to me and pressed himself against me. Jimin grabbed my arm and put it around him. He snuggled even closer and let out a hum.

“We should do this with all the boys...But Tae and I are closer, m’kay?” I chuckled and nuzzled my face into his neck.

“Oh my, is Park Jimin possessive by any chance?” I teased, I could feel the heat go to his neck and face.

“Mmm good, the other boys don’t cuddle me enough.” I added, holding him a little tighter.

“How was work?”

“Fine, I guess, same old same old. However, I did get you and Hoseok a surprise that I’m sure you’d like.”

“What is it?”

“I’m astonished you didn’t see when you went in the studio earlier to steal me from Suga.”

“I was half asleep and going to the bathroom when I heard your voice. I wanted to cuddle you. I didn’t see anything,” He whined in complaint.

I giggled, “Well now you have to wait until I decide to let you go.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Be careful what you wish for!”

“I wish you’d call me ‘Chim’, everyone else stopped calling me that because we were all fighting.”

I frowned, knowing I was the reason they were fighting.

“I’ll call you whatever you want, Chim. Let’s sleep now, ‘kay?” Jimin nodded and got comfortable.

“Good night, M/n.”

“Night, Chim.”

I woke up holding onto Jimin. I had a warm fuzzy feeling that immediately made me smile...that was until I noticed Jimin was smaller than before … and smelled like frosting.

I quickly pulled away, “Seongmi!? What are you doing!?” I asked, both flustered and in pure shock.

I moved to the opposite said of the bed. She sat up with a pout.

“Cuddling you. You left yesterday and we didn’t have time to talk.”

I sighed, “Seongmi, listen, I’m very much questioning every part of my sexuality right now, I don’t know if we co-.”

“Don’t make a decision on Jimin’s opinion.” She folded her arms over her chest.

“He’s just playing overprotective boyfriend, he’s going to say something bad about me and then have you distance yourself from me.” She added, voice full of annoyance.

Well, damn.

“I’m not making a decision on Jimin’s opinion! I’m thinking realistically! I’ve very unsure if I even like girls, and what if I don’t? You’ll end up heartbroken and I might not feel anything but sorry that I put you through it!”

Seongmi moved closer to me, “So you won’t even give it a shot?”

“No, Seongmi-”

“M/n! I saw the surprise and I love it...” Jimin went from excited to quiet within seconds of seeing Seongmi on the bed.

“Fine. Be with EVERY boy but not give me a chance.” She said bitterly, getting off the bed, giving Jimin a look and leaving.

“I’m sorry, Chim, she j-.”

“It’s okay, she must have come in when I left to see what Hobi Hyung was happy about.” Jimin walked over to the bed and climbed on.

“So you liked the surprise?” Jimin beamed, his happy mood returning.

“We love it! ” Jimin pushed me down to cuddle me again.

“I have several coming in by the way. ” He had his leg thrown over mine, arm over me, his head on my chest.

“Several?” He put his face in my neck.

“A red one, a purple one, a yellow one, a blacklight, one for the office, one for the gaming room, one for the library and one for the gym.”

“I sense a theme for the bunker.”

“My family used to live in Tokyo, near the Akihabara area. My dad’s work and our schools weren’t near, but my father liked the vibe and so did my mom. I took extra classes and took my little sister to arcades and to her Japanese classes that were an hour before dinner, so I would see the bright neon lights every night, I kind of miss it.”

“You lived in Tokyo? Why did you end up in Seoul?”

“We lived used to only go for summers, maybe a few times a year, but when my dad died when I was 16, my mom, little sister and I moved there until I was 18. My older brother and sister insisted they take care of everything until I legally had ownership. The week before my birthday we started packing up, and the day after my birthday we were in Seoul, unpacking in the house my mom has now. I finished school here in Seoul and got the company. I do miss Japan though.”

“You don’t look like a normal Korean.”

“No offense!” He added quickly, making me chuckle.

“My grandpa moved to America because a high paying job was offered to him. So my father lived in the US all his life. He met my mom in college who was American and they moved to Japan to learn more about game design and animation, had older siblings, and moved to Seoul because my father wanted to start the company in South Korean, then they had me, then my little sister four years after. I’m fluent in English, and Japanese, but I mostly keep that to myself, since we spoke English at home and my school was full of foreigners, I didn’t grow up speaking a lot of Korean, or speaking at all, so my Korean still has some flaws.”

Jimin only nodded, taking in the information. There was that warm fuzzy feeling again. I lifted one hand and began to play with Jimin’s hair, earning me a hum like last night. Jimin’s hand wondered and grabbed my hand that wasn’t in his hair, intertwining his fingers with mine.

I heard my phone give me a chime for a calendar reminder.

“Uh, Chim, what day of the week is it?”

“Wednesday, why?”

“Fuuuuuuck.” I had to take care of my nephew today.

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