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[bytinneke]

An evening walk a Fenrir Greyback Fanfiction.

*After your workday, you depart on your evening walk. Ready for a moment of silence, peace and refreshing oxygen. But it's not long before a notorious and murderous werewolf is hot on your heels.*

Intro: The last six weeks have been intense, from one assignment to another. I am an emerging photographer in the wizarding world and that is apriciated. Maybe because only a few exist? Anyway I have been busy... in the little free time I have I occasionally go for walks, feed myself, read adult romances and take baths for some me-time and physical release. I've missed all the news... although I did catch some on my photoshoots. Apparently there have been murders and they have seen werewolves and Greyback prowling around. So they recommend staying inside at night and if you go hiking near the woods you should have your wand with you at al times and be vigilant.

I've always had a fascination with wolves and werewolves and after learning more about them at hogwarts, I was completely sold. I guess im attracted to everything weird, dark and mysterious. Never encountered one yet tho. We also learned about thé Fenrir Greyback an alpha who can turn into wolf form without a full moon. He kills for fun, loves to hunt his victims and occasionally rapes women too...I heard he is a mercenary now, but in recent years he has been in hiding. Maybe he is tired of killing or is he to old? Anyway I already been working for 9 hours straight. I just have to go and drop off the portraits of the Malfoys and then my working day is over.

I knock on the door of Malfoy manor. One of the butlers let's me in and takes me to the study where Lucius is sitting, ready to inspect the portraits. "Hello again Mr Malfoy. I have the portraits with me. Do you have a preference of the frame? I have brought a modern sleek frame or an ornamental frame in both silver, bronze, black and green." He nods and comes over to the table where I have prepared all the portraits. "I'll take the silver and black ornamental frames. You may frame these and then I will let the butler hang them in the right places." He walks away while I start framing the portraits. When the butler has hung them, Lucius comes back in with an approving nod. "Here is your fee Katherine. Congratulations your work is better than expected. I look forward to seeing more of your work." I bow and head for the door. "Oh Miss, be carefull on the way home." Lucius called after me. I nod with a friendly smile an leave the manor, going straight home I'm starving!

Chapter 1: When I get home, something is off. Not the first time in recent weeks that I came home and feel something is not right. Last week for instance my back door was unlocked. And 4 weeks ago I found some things that were no longer quite in the same place. Maybe I'm just overworked. I put my things down and go to the kitchen to quickly prepare some food. Then I eat quietly and tidy everything up. I go upstairs and put on something else to go for a walk. It has already been 2 days ago without any exercise. I decide to get a walk on the outskirts of the village, despite the warnings. I need nature, oxygen and peace and quiet. After a while I look up at the clear dark blue sky the stars dotting it like a painting above me. I stop taking a deep breath of fresh air and enjoy the smell of nature. When I take a few steps forward I sudenly catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eyes. It’s brief, barely noticeable and could easily be mistaken for a trick of the light or the rustling of a small animal. I look towards the noise, keeping my wand at the ready when a bunny runs out of the bushes into the fields. I let out a short sigh and turn back towards the path, starting to walk. For a moment I thought a wolf would cross my path or worse thé alpha wolf. Actually that would be an interesting change from my hustle & bustle. Not that I don't like my work but I also need something new every now and then, holidays and adventures.

The flickering movement that caught my eyes earlier continues... a pair of sharp bright blue eyes watching me intently from the shadows. I take my wand back while these eyes follow every movement, their gaze unwavering and calculating. As if sizing me up, deciding whether I'm a threat or prey. The air is unnaturally still around you, like the forest itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. A sudden rustling can be heard as a large dark shape moves just out of your line of sight. The bushes parting as a figure steps onto the path a few feet behind you. It's a man, tall and muscular with a wild untamed aura about him. He stands silently, taking in the sight of you in the evening air. Before taking a step towards you coming out of the shadows. He's dressed in black leather trousers and a black T-shirt that clings to his body. Revealing every curve and contour of his powerful physique. What is this big dark and handsome man doing... Is he stalking me? I catch my breath, lowering my wand a bit. "Oh, you caught me offguard. Good evening."

The man's eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His gaze is intense and almost predatory. He does not respond immediately. "Is everything ok?" I ask "I'm fine." he replies his voice low. "And what brings a pretty thing like you out into the woods all alone?" He takes a few steps towards you, his movements predatory and almost hypnotic. My eyes look him up and down. He looks dangerous, tall and attractive. I snap out of my focus. "I’m taking a walk. And these woods especially in the evening are really magical, calms me down and energizes me at the same time. What about you sir" I say calmly while gripping my wand a bit harder. The man chuckles softly as he continues to approach. His eyes never leaving mine and his gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and a predatory intensity. "Ah, just taking a walk as well." he replies. "Sometimes it's nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of civilization and breathe in the night air." He halts a few feet away from me, his eyes roaming over my body as if memorizing every detail.

"Uhm that's nice." I smile politely while feeling super akward. Shall I continue walking? Ask him were he’s going? Ask him to join me on my walk? I’m not great at talking to people. He notices your awkwardness, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as if finding your unease amusing. "You seem a bit uncomfortable, Am I making you nervous, sweetheart?" he observes, his voice a low rumble. "Oh uhm, just caught me ofguard. Normally I don’t run into people on my walks. Don’t have to think or worry about what to say." I smile awkwardly at him. "Ah, so you're not used to having company on your walks is that it?" he asks as his gaze roaming over my face, studying every feature. "You're missing out, you know. A little conversation can be quite... stimulating." I look at him questioningly "Are you inviting yourself to walk with me?" The man chuckles softly."Maybe I am. What's wrong with that? I'm sure I could find ways to make the walk... more interesting for you." he replies his voice smooth. His seductive undertone makes my brain go crazy and my body is getting flustered as wel. I shake my head a bit. Oh fuck it, why not. If i get a shag or get killed at least I was not lonely. "Sure you can walk with me. Sorry what’s you’re name?"

The man's smile grows wider as he sees the effect he's having on you. He takes another step closer, now standing just a foot away from you. "My name is Fenrir and yours, sweetheart?" he answers. Oh damnit... Jup he definitely looks better then imagined. Those beautifull piercing blu eyes, broad chest, dark hair, he's massive... damnit I should be careful. But the curiosity is to much. I need to know him… even if it means death, becoming a wolf or being raped. I step a bit back and offer him my hand. "I’m Katherine, nice to meet you." Fenrir takes your hand in his. His fingers enveloping yours with a heat that sends a shiver down your spine. He squeezes your hand slightly, his gaze still locked onto yours. "Katherine" he repeats the sound of your name on his lips like silk. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." My breath leaves me for a few seconds. "You didn't come across many women then. But thanks for the compliment." Fenrir's smile grows slightly more mischievous as he releases your hand. "Oh, I see plenty of women." he replies, his voice suggestive. "But you have a certain... something, that captures my attention."

Chapter 2: He sees plenty? Does he fuck them all… is he a fuckboy? Or maybe he just kills them? What would be so capturing about me? "Do you say that to all the women?" I blurted out. Fenrir laughs, as if he can read your thoughts and find your suspicions amusing. "No, sweetheart. I don't say that to all the women. I'm a man of discerning taste, and you my dear have piqued my interest." he replies. I stay quiet studying him. Fenrir notices your intense gaze as you study him, his grin widening slightly as he knows he is intensely enjoying your reaction to him. "You're a curious one, aren't you?" he observes. "Yes I am." I say. He chuckles again, making a low rumbling sound. "Curiosity isn't necessarily a bad thing." he replies, his gaze never wavering from yours. "It can lead to... interesting discoveries." I continue walking with him right beside me. "What would I discover?"

Fenrir follows beside you, his footsteps almost silent on the forest floor as if he's part of the shadows themselves. He glances over at you, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, sweetheart." he says, his voice still carrying that sultry undertone. "Mmm I do wonder… would it be a deadly one or are you planning on keeping me alive?" I glance at him while he gives his response. "I have no intention of killing you, sweetheart. At least, not yet. I have other plans in mind for you." he replies with a hint of amusement in his voice. Not yet… great. Here goes my pointless life. I keep walking silently. Fenrir glances over at you, noticing the sudden shift in your demeanor at his words. He studies you for a moment, his gaze intense and unreadable, before speaking again. "There's no need to look so down, sweetheart. I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards you. In fact, I have quite the opposite in mind." I look up at him seeing his eyes twinkle. "You do?"

A sly and almost predatory grin meets your gaze. His eyes gleam in the darkness, filled with something that sends a shiver down your spine, a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "Oh, I do indeed. But I must warn you, my intentions are rather... unconventional." "Uhm… in the way that people think of you or unconventional like all other people? Fenrir laughs, his hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch like a spark against your skin. "You could say it's a bit of both, sweetheart." he replies, his voice dropping to a whisper. "My reputation precedes me, but my intentions are all my own. And I can promise you won't find them familiar or ordinary in any way." I feel warm tingling every time he touches me. As if his presence and eyes don’t already make my temperature rise. "You do like riddles do you?" His fingers trace a path along my neck and jawline, his touch gentle but deliberate. "I have a weakness for puzzles, yes." he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And you, my dear, are an intriguing one." "And what's the challenge in me? Why am I intriguing? Because I don’t run in fear?"

Fenrir's lips curl into satisfied smile. "You're intriguing because you're not afraid. Most people would have run screaming by now, panicked or frozen in fear. But not you. You're curious, defiant, full of... potential." he replies, his voice low and rumbling. "Oh I’m on my toes alright. But my curiousity and love for all things dark and mysterious is bigger." I grumble. Fenrir laughs again. His hand leaves your face, moving down to your waist, his fingers gently but firmly closing around you. "Ah, there it is again, that curiosity. I can see it in your eyes, the way you're practically vibrating with it. You crave the unknown, the dangerous, even though you know you should be running in the opposite direction." he says, his voice a velvety growl. In nod "Jup I’m stupid and naive." Fenrir puls you even closer to him. His body is solidly against yours now, a wall of heat and muscle, the air between you charged with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "Naive, perhaps, but not entirely stupid, darling." he teases. "You're smart enough to know there's something here, something drawing you in despite the risks. And deep down, a part of you is enjoying it, isn’t it?" I can’t speak… my body and mind going crazy at his words and body.

I let out a soft protested moan. Fenrir's eyes gleam as he hears my involuntary sound of protest. "Mmm, is that a yes, sweetheart? You can deny it all you like, but your body betrays you." he whispers. I try to step away. Trying to gain control of me. This can’t be happening. I should be walking, coming home, getting to sleep, living my life al by my lonesome. As you try to step back, Fenrir's grip on your waist only tightens, holding you firmly in place against him. He lets out a low amused chuckle as he watches you struggle against his hold, his eyes filled with a combination of dark amusement and desire. "Oh no, darling, there's no escaping me now. You can try to run, but you won't get far. You're mine now, sweetheart, whether you like it or not." he growls. "You want to claim me? How can you want me? You don’t know me? What about the plenty of other women?" My words fly out of my mouth, before I slam my mouth shut.

Chapter 3: Fenrir's smirk widens into a full-blown grin as your words escape your lips, the mixture of surprise and frustration clear in your voice. He raises an eyebrow, his eyes roaming over your face, as if relishing the effect he's having on you. "Claim you, mark you, it doesn't matter what you call it." he replies. "I've had many women, yes, but none of them have ever intrigued me like you do." Im still in disbelief. "I’m not special Fenrir… you shouldn’t waist your time on someone like me." Fenrir laughs again, as he leans in closer, his lips grazing against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Waste my time, darling? You're the most fascinating thing I've come across in a very long time. No, you're different, and I intend to find out why... and how far I can push you before you break." My brain is in chaos..."Why can’t I figure this out… break in like a sobbing mess way or a romantic way?" His lips linger against my ear. His body pressing against yours, his hand on my waist snaking around my back. "Both, I want to see you fall apart in every way possible. I want to push you to the edge of pleasure and pain, and watch you unravel. Is that what you want? To be completely at my mercy?"

What I want? Does it matter what I want? I stay quiet not knowing how to respond. Fenrir notices your hesitation, the silence that falls between you as you grapple with your thoughts and feelings. His grip on your back tightens, as if he's trying to anchor you to the moment. "Come on sweetheart. Don't be shy. Tell me: do you want to be mine?" he urges, his voice low and commanding. "Uhm, I don’t know you… and I’m no slave material… more of a switch or brat." I say with a stammer. He leans in closer, his lips now resting against the side of your neck, his breath hot and warm. "Ah, a switch and bratt huh? Interesting... I like that." His gaze locking onto yours, a sly smirk on his face. "But don't worry, darling. I don't want a slave. I want someone who will challenge me, push back against me, give as good as they get. Someone like you." I shrug. "Soyou wnat me as you're partner? And you know that for sure in these few minutes?" "Yes, I'm sure, sweetheart. I know what I want when I see it. And you are exactly what I'm looking for in partner. Ofcourse I did my research on you." My eyes widen. "Have you been stalking me?! That's not creepy at all..." My brains screams to run away, but my curiosety is stronger. "What did you find out about me?"

He's fingers now tracing a path along your collarbone, his touch light and maddening. "Oh, I found out quite a lot sweetheart. I know your routines, your habits, your likes and dislikes. I know how you think, how you react to certain things. I know how you look when you're angry, sad, .... aroused." I start blushing, my body getting even hotter. Would he now?I hope he didn’t spy me at home… thinking back at the books I’ve been reading the last weeks, the times I’ve played with myself. He smirks, noticing the way your body reacts to his words, blush spreading across your cheeks, your breath hitching in your throat. He leans in even closer, his hand now tracing a path down the length of your arm, his fingers dancing along your skin. "Oh, darling, you have no idea how much I've seen. And how much I know." I try to hit him, so he will let me go. I don’t know how he all did it, but that is private. Fenrir catches your hand as you try to hit him, halting your movement. His eyes narrow as he looks down at you, a sly smirk still on his lips. "Now, now darling. There's no need for that. I didn't mean to upset you. I just find you... fascinating, is all. Your desires, your needs, your darkest secrets. They're all interesting to me."

"What do you expect? That I just say yeah fine let’s go…. Without introduction time, to forget the stalking, forget you're a murderer a death eater?" He lets go of your wrist, his hand instead wrapping around your waist once more, pulling you possessively against him. "Oh, sweetheart, I don't expect you to just give in that easily. No, I expect a challenge, a battle, a fight. I want you to resist, to make me work for it. I want to see that fire in your eyes, that defiant spark that makes you who you are. I want everything from you, darling. Everything." "Then let me go! If you want me, work for it don’t just push me. Make me want you… ask me on dates or something." Fenrir raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flitting across his face. He releases you taking a small step back, sizing you up with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You want me to court you, is that it? Ask you on dates? Woo you like some Victorian gentleman?" I shrug my shoulders and nod. Fenrir laughs again, shaking his head in amusement at your request. "Very well. I'll court you the old-fashioned way. Dates, romance, the whole shebang. But don't think it'll be easy, sweetheart. I won't stop until I have you completely."

"Old fashioned… ist that of your time anyway?" I say teasingly. Oh I would let him take me right here… but I’m no slut. I need to know he’s serious, that he wants me… and not just my pussy. "Yes, old-fashioned is how I like to do things. I’m not a fan of the modern ways. I prefer the traditional approach. And as for my age, let's just say I've been around for a while…” He laughs his eyes glittering. "You sure you can keep up then?" I give him a playful shove. His smile widening at your challenge. He takes another step back, shaking his head at your words. "Keep up, darling? I think I can keep up just fine. And remember in the end you'll be mine." "We will see won’t we?" I say knowing that I'm already his… but I can’t make it that easy.

Chapter 4: Fenrir's eyes lock on yours, his smile playful as he hears your cheeky response. "Yes, we will see. I do love a challenge, sweetheart. But be warned, I can be very persuasive." "So mister wolf what will be the first step of courtship?" I ask. His hand moves to brush a strand of hair back behind your ear. "The first step, darling? Well, the first step is to get to know each other better, spend time together. How does that sound to you?" I nod "Although you say you know everything about me already. But what do you suggest for now? Can I go home get some rest?" "I do know a lot about you darling, but there's always more to learn. And as for your question... you're not going home yet. Not until I've had my fill of you. We'll begin tonight. I won’t let you go until you're shivering in my arms, begging for more." He grins. Im already shivering, everything in me screams just fuck me and devour me. But I can’t…

He senses the tension in your body, the way you shiver at his words, your breathing ragged as you desperately try to control yourself. He lets out a low amused chuckle. "Oh darling, I can feel how much you want me. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice... Don't try to resist, don't fight it. Give in to the desire, give in to me..." Im not a slut, I’m not the weird stupid woman who went against everything normal, I’m made for a boring life. Not a life with the man in my dreams, the craziness, the one who desires me, worships me, protectes me, sees me as an equal, the murderer. "I can’t fall, it..it isn’t right." He can see the resistance, the internal struggle between the part of you that wants to give in and the part that doesn't. "Not right... according to who? You? Society? Darling, who cares what's 'right' or 'normal'? What matters is what you want, what you desire. And you can deny it all you like, but I see the fire in your eyes, the need, the want... you can't hide the truth from me."

He crushes you against him. He leans in close, his lips at your ear, his voice a low sultry whisper. "Give in, sweetheart. Let go of all those silly reservations, those societal expectations. There's nothing wrong with wanting me, with needing me. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your breath... you want me just as much as I want you. Just give in to the desire and let me catch you…" I lay my hands against his chest. This need is so strong so supernatural. It’s like he’s putting a spell on me. You’re eyes meet again both blazing with fire. Oh fuck it, I’m the weird one already. Let’s taste even if it means for one night. I lean in taking his face between my hands. The moment my lips touch his, my resistance dissolves, giving way to the need and desire that have been building between us. His tongue roughly demanding entrance to your mouth as he kisses you fiercely. "Mmm... there you go, darling. Give in to me. Let me taste you, take you, devour you..."

I jumped into the abyss. His voice taking me even deeper. "Shut up and take me, please." I moan. Fenrir chuckles, as he hears your moan of pleasure. He grabs you by the hips, lifting you up effortlessly, his strong hands easily holding you against him. "Oh, I'll take you, sweetheart. I'll show you just how deep the abyss can go..." I surprise myself and let out a growl. Fenrir laughs, your unexpected growl only endearing you further to him. He leans in closer, his voice a low growly whisper. "Ah, look at you, trying to be tough... but I know better. You want to be dominated, controlled... you want to be mine." He holds me up. I’m to weak to push him onto the ground or against a tree. Why don’t he shut up and just do it? Fenrir smiles, noticing your futile attempts to overpower him. But he has no intention of letting you go, not until he's had his fill of you. He holds you against him, his arms like steel as he growls in your ear. "Shhh, sweetheart, don’t bother straining yourself. You won't win this battle. So just give in, accept your fate, and let me take what's mine."

"Then stop talking and take me already!" I wine. Fenrir laughs at your feisty response only serving to excite him further. "Oh trust me, darling, I'll take you. I'll take you right here, right now. You just have to be a good girl and do as you're told." "I’ve always been a good girl… Alpha." I bat my lashes at him, while I grind myself against the hard bulge in his pants. Fenrir groans as he feels you grinding against him, his eyes locking on yours, the desire in his gaze almost feral. "Oh really? A good girl are you? We'll see just how good you really are then, won't we? But first, I want you to do something for me..." I look up at him, awaiting his command. Fenrir grins again, his eyes locked on yours and his voice a low possessive growl. "Get on your knees, darling."

Chapter 5: He lets me get down I start opening his belt and pants in the proces. While never leaving the eye contact. He watches as you kneel before him, his eyes still locked on yours as you undo his pants, his body tense with anticipation. "Good girl, just like that... oh you're a quick learner, aren't you, darling?" Fenrir's hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist stopping me from removing his pants. He looks down at you, his eyes darkened with both desire. "Ah, ah, not so fast... I didn't say you could touch just yet, darling. Be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself for now." I look at him questioningly but go and sit down on my knees, hands in my lap… waiting. Fenrir grins down at you, his eyes roaming your body as you sit obediently at his feet. He steps closer, his hand moving to caress your cheek, his touch gentle, yet possessive. "Mmm, you look lovely down there. A sight for sore eyes. But I have to admit, I'm a little surprised... you're being awfully obedient now, sweetheart. Is that because you can feel how much I want you? You know I could take you right now, and you'd let me..." I shake my head.

"No it’s because I’m losing patience… and I shut up so you would finally make your move." Fenrir grins down at you, seeing the hunger in your eyes. "Ah, you're such a naughty thing. Always pushing boundaries and testing me. But you're holding back now, aren't you? Waiting for me to make the move, to make you mine. I love that about you, darling... but I don't think I can wait any longer..." Fenrir's hand moves to the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair. His voice a low growl in your ear. "Look at me, darling. I want to see those lovely eyes of yours while I take you. I want to see the need in them, the desire, the submission. I want to see you break for me, to give yourself completely." Fenrir lowers himself, crouching in front of you. He leans in his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Tell me, sweetheart, who do you belong to? Who is you're alpha?" I wine, doesn't he want me to suck him off? Why does he keep procrastinating? "You can be… If this alpha huries…I’ll belong fully to him."

Fenrir grins and let's the grip on your hair go. "Oh, you're mine already darling. But you asked me to woo you remember, so lay down." He growls seductivly. I lay myself down on the moss, looking at him with anticipation and strong desire. He crawls over me, his body keeping me put, as he crashes his lips on mine. The kiss is'nt soft at all, but filled with need, hunger and lust. As if we both haven't eaten for days. I give a moan, my body on fire, my hands exploring his shoulders. He growls softly in response, his body pressing into yours. "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to make you mine, completely and irreversibly. You'll be mine, body and soul." His hands pull off your clothes, one by one, while he leaves kisses in his path. Admiring his handy work for a second, he smirks and takes off his shirt. Showing his perfect muscular broad chest, making me squirm. Leaving my hands tingle.

"Oh darling, I’m going to make you scream my name. Make you burn for me, crave me, need me. And when I'm done with you, you'll never want anyone else, ever again. You'll be completely and utterly mine." He says with a big as smirk on his face seeing how you react to him. He comes closer swinging your legs over his shoulder as he dives between them. His tongue glides over my lips, stopping at my clit to circle and suck there. I push myself further waiting for the extra pressure. And he delivers, his fingers teasing me before he stick one of them in slowly pumping. After a few seconds a second one, scissoring me. Al that while he tries to keep me down with the other hand. "Oh god,.... yes, there, Im gonna ..." My body going wild. He looks up his eyes almost black now. "Yes darling, come for me, scream for me." He contineus to suck and pump harder, bringing me screaming over the edge. Taking me out for a minute, while coming down from my high. When I come by he lays besides me, his arms snaked protectively around me. "Hi there sweetheart, are you ok?" He says with a smirk on his face. I nod while laughing.

"I didn't know wolves were that good in bed?" He laughs, as he puts a hair out of your face. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet darling. I bet they didn't teach you about that at hogwarts." I giggle and shak my head. "No, they don't Alpha." He smiles triumphantly. "Let's get you home. We will take care of me another time." I shake my head. "No no, I want a taste to" Fenrir laughs heartily. "Ofcourse you do... Go on, put your beautifull lips around it." I crawl on top of him, taking his pants off, his big cock jumping up. I take lick from the base to the top a few times before taking him in my mouth. Sucking the tip and then going down and up. Everytime a little lower to see how much I can take. No way that I can take that fully. So i take my hands jerking the last bit of while i suck en draw circles with my toungue, going up and down, faster and faster everytime. I see him growling and feel his cock thickening and before I know it. He growls and howls coming in my mouth. I hear my name falling softly over his lips when I swallow en suck the last bit out. As I look up, he looks relaxed, with a smile on his face. He pulls me back up, kissing me on the forehead. "Mmm...What a good girl you are. Let's get dressed and get you home sweetheart. You'll need your strenght for the upcoming days." He says with a grin on his face.

This is the end of the story for now. I’m really curious what you all think of it. Please let me know what you think. Would you like new chapters?

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Bunny!Koo

and you don't go after him. when you hear him slam the door and lock it you somehow feel at ease because you finally have some space away from jungkook. while he's crying and screaming in his room, you take it upon yourself to install some locks in your home.

all knives, forks, spoons, and anything that would cause any harm are now locked up.

everything with a sharp end is either rounded or its been replaced.

you plug in all of your outlets.

anything with chemicals in it is locked away too.

you pretty much have gotten your home to be child-proof ever since the knife incident.

as the days go by, you still feed jungkook and since he locked himself in there he can, of course, unlock it. you both don't really speak to one another but jungkook is still wondering when you'll come in and coddle him like you used to. he thought returning the same energy you dish out at him would make you talk to him faster but it doesn't. nothing really changes and when he sees what you've done to the place he's not sure how to feel.

sure you treat him like a child but he wasn't expecting locks on nearly everything. instead of him making his own meals, you prepare them already in the fridge, often leaving notes to tell him what you cooked for him.

he is, however, happy you're still caring for him.

you still feed him and give him his necessities but what he wants, more like needs, is your affection. he thought you would be the one to break first but the truth is he's already broken. he's starting to feel awful and the more you neglect him, the worse he feels about everything.

he just wants things to return to normal and for once, he really feels bad for what he's done. sometimes his love blinds him and tends to do a lot of things impulsively.

so if it's an honest apology you want, it's an honest apology you'll get.

right now, you're cooking dinner and it smells amazing. you have your earphones in your ears and you're wearing a plain matching pajama set yet you look so pretty to him right now. you look refreshed while he looks like he hasn't gotten a wink of sleep.

jungkook shyly reaches out for you and before his hands can reach your shoulder, you take one of your earplugs out and turn your attention to your bunny hybrid. "dinner is almost ready. i can bring it to your room" you say plainly.

but, jungkook tells you he wants to say something to you and you're sure he's going to have his little tantrum.

he's gonna break into tears and victimize himself, right?

right?

~🫧

“Noona.” He calls you out, you hmm looking at him and his sighs.

Inhaling and exhaling. “I need to tell you something.” He has to be really careful with his words. “I-I miss you.” He can’t cry right now, no.

You’ll think he’s guilt tripping you.

He’s really not, he’s just really pathetic because he easily cries, and he’s an attention whore, for you and when your attention is not on him? He goes crazy.

“A-And..” he coughs, you are not reacting at all. Wow you are really hard headed.

“I’m sorry oh my God. You don’t h-have to forgive me now.. I know it’s really hard to, I-I hurt you. I blackmailed you… I’m so sorry you have no idea of how ashamed I am.” He can’t help but start to cry.

He misses you so much.

“Noonaaaa… p-please love me again?” He gets down on his knees once again, but he hugs your thighs. “‘S okay if you-you want to da-date oh God I feel so sick just saying it but you can d-date yoongi if you want to…”

“I just don’t want to loose you.”

[igotathingforvampires]

Anon Ask | Caius Volturi x F!Witch Reader: Punishments

Canon Divergent Dora is true mated to Renata because I <3 Renata Fight Me

Reader is a Witch.

You are a human. Who managed because of a latent heritage of being a Witch to wander past Heidi into the Throne Room thinking it’s a tour.

You’re not stupid, you walk right in and get near the dais and look around and realize that this is not just a tour.

Sighing, you glance around and face palm. “Ahhhhhh Fuck My Life.”

The Kings of Volterra are eyeing you with amusement.

You sigh, and glare UP at the throne of a very, very gorgeous almost elfin, platinum haired King who’s GLARING back at you with a raised brow and a scowl.

“So ah do I get to pick who offs me?”

All vampires just PAUSE.

“Because okay, if I’m gonna die.” You point at Caius. “That one. You. You’ve got dibs Sir.”

Caius is Shooketh.

This little human has got some guts.

He hates humans. HATES humans.

So why when he snatches you up and you just look at him with those big eyes, and a small smile “just make it quick hm?”

You wait, eyes closed.

Caius pauses, growling and suddenly NOPE you’re picked up and ZOOM.

Aro: The fuck just happened?

You’re tucked away in his inner sanctuary of his rooms, sat down on a chair. “Sit RIGHT here human. If you move I shall be displeased, you won’t like what happens if you make me angry.”

“Uhhhhhh kay.”

Caius goes and feeds and after he sits amongst his brothers. “I’m keeping it.” He growls

Turns out he can keep you because you’re not human! YAY!

“So am I like a bunny.”

“Less than a Rabbit you’re human.” Caius would growl at you.

“Mmmkay.”

How things Go:

You are the chillest bitch to ever chill. Life has not been great, in fact it’s been a horror show, Aro of course sees this and he scolds Caius for treating you like a piece of furniture rather than a person.

Aro knows you’re just feeling Caius out, watching because there are moments— the very few moments— when he is oh so gentle.

You shiver, a blanket is flung at your face. “My luck you’d catch pneumonia.”

Your tummy rumbles, the chef brings a five star meal. “I don’t need you dying.”

You’re bored, suddenly you’re in front of the TV and given access to ALL the shows. “You’re being a pest.”

Aro also knows your temper is starting to appear the more Caius pushes you away.

Caius isn’t sure what to even do with you— he is FEELING things, things he’s never even felt with Dora. And Dora is berating him alongside Marcus for being an utter nitwit.

“Cai for all your brilliance for strategy you’re an idiot in romance.” Dora says.

He knows it’s true. He’s an asshole.

And angry.

All the time. But when you’re around he’s not angry anymore.

But at one point you’re still fidgeting with your hands. “What is the problem now.”

“Ah…well…” you fidget some more, “c-can I have some water colors?”

Caius freezes. “You paint?” He seems curious.

You nod. “I do digital art but I like canvas art too!” You show him your phone of photoshop collages, watercolor, digital paintings and such.

“You do this on a computer?” He tilts his head. He hates technology. So seeing that one can create art this way is astounding to him.

“Yeah I had to sell my iPad a while ago so sadly I can’t do much right now but if I have some water colors that would be a good start!” You bounce on your feet.

You have the a massive iMac, a Wacom Cintiq 24”, an entire selection of Derwent colors and crazy amounts of canvases and anything else you might need that an artist can think of.

Caius is utterly stunned when you tackle him and kiss his cheek thanking him.

His heart explodes into confetti.

Art is how Caius communicates his gentler side. His art is beautiful, evoking deep emotions, and his hand is gentle and fluid enough in motion to capture even the most minute details.

You both grow exceptionally close, till Marcus one day pulls him aside to inform him of the Mate Bond that is between you two.

The Kiss:

You’re modeling for Caius, it’s a random request and you feel utterly embarrassed dressed in flowing robes and sprawled on a chaise lounge half hanging off, your hair spilling onto the marble floor.

You can’t quite help but notice how his gaze is pitch black and devouring you.

“M-Master Caius?”

“Caius.” He grumbles.

“Huh?”

“I think it’s about time you can call me Caius y/n.”

He can hear your heart thump an erratic beat as magic swirls in your eyes. It’s slowly been coming back to you, being cared for, like a plant long neglected, your magic has begun to grow under the tender albeit aloof care of the vampire King you’re so utterly in love with.

But you know it’s silly, there’s no way it’d work—

He’s suddenly next to you, hovering nose to nose, pulling you towards him, “you consume me.”

It’s the last thing he says for a long while as you both end up staying on that lounge for a— ahem lengthy amount of time.

Punishments:

Caius is a sadist.

But he’s a loving sadist.

He has so many kinks he doesn’t know what to do with them. And luckily for him— surprise surprise you’re kinky too.

But you tend to be mouthy. And Caius does not like when he is disobeyed. “Be a good pet and go sit.”

“But—“

“1.”

When Aro counts it’s for orgasms.

When Caius counts it’s for paddling or the crop.

Or it’s for forced orgasms and overstimulation.

The dynamic between you is quite lovely, boundaries are discussed whenever needed, although Caius can come across as gruff and uncaring, at one point during punishment play you had said your safe word rather quickly, and everything stopped. Oils, bath, rub down, talks, blankets, snuggles, and so many kisses to the forehead. “Bunny, oh my little bunny what happened?”

As someone who does not cry.

Ever.

Aro has attested to this.

It astounds Caius that you’d trust him enough to do so.

He realizes that he’s earned a trust that has not been earned by anyone in a long long time, knowing that feeling, he would never break it by overdoing things or going past your boundaries.

Punishments are talked out. Explained. Rules are fairly discussed and you ALWAYS have a say in vetoing or staying off for another day.

If it’s a topic that has yet to be discussed it is tabled, and discussed for what an appropriate response should be.

Punishments include:

Caning

Paddle

Crop (your favorite)

Being suspended and teased.

Leashed. Yes he will have you walk behind him with a leash and collar. And yes he will sit in the Library with you on a leash and your head in his lap. “Good Bunny.”

You are a very good bunny.

Caius has only had only lost his temper with you once. And never will again.

It was due to negligence on your part, you had disobeyed him when it was imperative for you to listen, not aware of the danger of a local coven’s very out of control member. “But Cai why—“

They had heard your blood sing to them.

Caius had torn the individual to pieces in a fit of utter rage before turning on you with a shout, “I told you NEVER to disobey me.” he roared at you, the energy coming off him practically feral as his eyes were murderous.

Seeing you shrink back; the fear in your gaze at him almost broke his heart when the dread kicked in as to what he had done. He had frightened you.

He was supposed to be your comfort and safety.

of course you wouldn't understand vampire's ways of doing things.

or what a singer was...you were a witch...

But before he could even think to reach for you...

You had fled.

Hidden away in Dora’s rooms you tucked yourself away in her bathroom in the tub with a blanket curled up and wept.

Dora and Sulpricia beat the shit out of Caius.

He had sat outside the door pleading with you for hours.

He knew he had utterly fucked up.

He had a horrid temper, he knew it, and the idea of you being drained dry right in front of him had been far too much for him to think of. “Y/n please talk to me. I'm so sorry please forgive me.”

You had unlocked the door with magic…. And he had merely crawled into the tub with you, curled around you underneath the blanket and held you while you cried into him and smacked at his chest. “Don’t do that ever again!!!”

“I know, I know bunny I know. Never again. I'm a bastard I know.”

You calmed down and glared at him.

“Would you like to delve out a punishment?”

You blinked, confused and then realized what he was offering.

“Yes.”

And that is how you ended up quite happy with your vampire begrudgingly, and amused sitting at your feet in your shared rooms with GOOD BOY on a thick leather collar.

Turns out Caius likes being punished too.

“Also a masochist hm?” You laugh at him and grip him by his hair.

“So it seems.” He muses kissing your knee and nudging your legs apart. “But the reward is worth it isn’t it bunny?”

[honeyju]

home run; lee minho

The four times you try to ask Lee Minho to the winter formal, and the one time he asks you. 

genres: fluff, friends to lovers au, high school au, sports au (baseball player minho!!)

word count: 3.8k

a/n: merry christmas!! this is a christmas collab that i’m doing with my friend alice @jjacob​ in which we write for each other’s ult biases! (mine is juyeon, so if you’re interested in the boyz, i recommend reading her story here, especially since our storylines are a bit connected!) i had a lot of fun learning more about minho during the writing process, and i hope this story represents him well <333

TRY ONE: KEEP IT SIMPLE. 

If there’s anyone in the world who knows Lee Minho better than you do, it’s Lee Juyeon. 

The two of them have been joined by the hip for as long as you can remember, and if Minho is the relentless tease, spirited and carefree, Juyeon is the gentle thinker, all sweet smiles and wise words. So that’s how you end up frantically dialing his number at nearly one in the morning, too panicked to consider the possibility of him being asleep. You wait with bated breath as the phone rings once, twice, three times before Juyeon picks up the phone, his breathy laugh greeting you instantly. 

“I was waiting for this.”

Juyeon’s words cause you to let out a small noise of surprise, and his chuckle sounds in your ear, a little choppy and distant-sounding due to the poor connection, but bright nevertheless.

“What do you mean you were waiting for this?”

“Silly girl,” Juyeon says, and you can tell he’s grinning despite not being able to see him. “Don’t think I didn’t see you look at him when they announced the dance this morning.”

Your face turns red as you recall the mention of the winter formal during the school announcements and the way your head had immediately turned to Minho’s. You were certain that no one else had noticed the longing upon your face when you looked towards your close friend, but hearing Juyeon now leaves you unsure. 

“Was I that obvious?” You groan, burying your face in your hands out of embarrassment. 

“I wouldn’t worry that much, it wasn’t too apparent,” Juyeon assures you, and yet the spark of doubt in your mind still lingers. 

“You think he knows?” You question as you run your fingers through your hair. 

“That you like him? I don’t think he’d get that from just one glance.” Perhaps he’s right, for you know that Juyeon is just naturally more perceptive than others, and the things he picks up on don’t tend to be the same as what others notice. 

“I hope you’re right. This isn’t how I wanted him to know,” you groan.

“Oh? So you’re planning on telling him? That’s why you called, right?” You know Juyeon’s teasing you by the tone of his voice, and you resist the temptation to whine at him. 

“Help me ask Minho to the dance, Juyeon,” you plead, trying to let every ounce of your desperation show in your tone, praying that his response will be yes. There’s a pause, and you find yourself holding your breath in anticipation as you await his next words.  

“Well, I can’t exactly ask him for you,” he starts, “but I’ll try to give you some advice.”

“Thank you, Juyeon,” you breathe in relief, switching the call to speaker mode so you can peel it away from your cheek.

“Don’t mention it. First things first, though . . .”

Juyeon trails off without an explanation, and you understand why a few moments later when you catch a flicker of light erupting from your phone out of the corner of your eye. When you lift it up a little higher in your hands, you see that Juyeon has turned his camera on, his face just slightly too close to the camera and his smile filling the screen. You rush to turn yours on as well, switching on a lamp so your face can be seen in the near darkness of the room. After an exchange of waves, Juyeon clears his throat, and even through the blurry quality you catch the blaze in his eyes that suggests he’s gotten idea.

“Y/N, Minho’s at your place right now, isn’t he?” Juyeon asks, and there’s something about his tone that strikes you as a bit too bold for your liking. 

“Well, yeah,” you answer hesitantly, “but I think he’s asleep right now.”

“How about you just ask him whenever he’s awake?” Juyeon suggests, and you raise your eyebrows incredulously as you watch him shrug his shoulders like he’s just told you to do the easiest thing in the world.

“Are you insane?” You shriek, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth when you realize how loud you’ve gotten. Juyeon only laughs, his eyes morphing into crescents and his bunny-like smile widening. “You think I should just ask him like that, no preparations or anything?”

“Trust me, Y/N. It’s nice to make things special, but I think that Minho will appreciate your honest confession more than anything else.” Juyeon’s advice is laced with sincerity, and you don’t need to look at his face in the camera to know that he wants the best for you. 

“I’m blaming you if things go wrong, Lee Juyeon,” you sigh reluctantly. “But I suppose there’s not really any other way to do it.”

“Give it a try,” he encourages. “I think he’ll like it.”

“Thanks, Juyeon. For picking up so late and for the advice,” you tell him genuinely, and he smiles. 

“Anytime, Y/N.”

With that, the two of you hang up, and your head automatically drops to the table to rest in between your arms.

“Just ask him whenever he’s awake,” you mutter to yourself, “How am I supposed to do that? Oh, good morning Minho, breakfast is over there, and by the way, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the winter formal with me?” 

The words sound stupid no matter how you say them, and you can’t stop yourself from the feeling of hopelessness that strikes you as you trudge back to the bed where you find Minho laying peacefully on his side. You smile, tilting your head as you watch him for a moment until he suddenly turns over so he’s lying on his back, blinking repeatedly until his eyes focus on you.

“You’re back?” His words are hoarse and followed by a yawn, which you laugh at softly. 

“Sorry, Minho, did I keep you up?” 

Minho says nothing and instead pats the space beside him on the bed, to which you oblige, instantly climbing in to lay next to him. He inches closer to you, resting his head next to your shoulder and quietly snuggling into your side. Trying to ignore the way your heart has sped up in response to his figure latching onto yours, you recall Juyeon’s words from before, realizing that he’s awake right now, and perhaps you have a chance. 

“Minho?” Your voice comes out in a whisper, and you don’t dare to look at him out of fear for your heart. 

“Hmm?” Minho’s response is sleepy, slightly muffled from your shoulder but unbelievably soft. 

“Are you by any chance going with someone to the winter formal?” You ask hesitantly, squeezing your eyes shut out of embarrassment. Minho makes a small noise of disagreement, and you can feel his head shaking against your side as if in extra confirmation.

A relieved sigh falls from your lips, but your next words get stuck in your throat when you come to the realization of just how scary it is to confess. You can’t stop the swarm of worries that hit you, overcome by the question of whether he doesn’t see you as anything more than a friend, and if asking him to the dance will jeopardize your relationship with him. You know that you can’t hold your feelings in forever, though, and you think of Juyeon’s kind motivation when you say your next words.

“D’you maybe wanna go to the formal together?”

There’s a heavy silence, your question lingering in the air unanswered, and your heart sinks in your chest at the lack of response. 

“Minho?” You try again quietly. Dread overtakes you as you guess that perhaps his silence is a form of his rejection, and you can’t help but wonder how you’re going to get yourself out of this one. When you turn on your side to face him, however, you find that he’s already fallen back asleep, light snores emitting from his parted mouth. A small smile creeps up your face as you unconsciously lift your hand to stroke his hair, mindlessly dragging your fingers through the silky strands. He leans into your touch, eyes still closed as he mumbles meaningless words out of fatigue and shifts so he’s closer to you.

Maybe tomorrow, you think to yourself, resting your head on the top of his and letting your eyes fall shut as sleep overtakes you.

TRY TWO: MAKE IT SPECIAL.

Your heart pounds as you tug the door open to the café, peeking inside to find the area mostly empty save for a handful of students at the far end. You thank the heavens for appearing just on time, the familiar sight instantly soothing your nerves. You set the large plastic bag you’d brought along with you on one of the tables, laughing a little as you begin to empty it of its contents one by one. 

“Look at you, Y/N,” you mumble to yourself, “bringing this food and getting all dressed up for a man.” 

The last item in the bag makes you smile, despite yourself, and you pull out the small box of chocolates that you had bought in the morning, setting it down to complete the collection. You marvel at the assortment of treats you’d gotten for him, shaking your head as you sit down to try and calm yourself from the slight tension of it all. Glancing up to check the time in one of the clocks hung up on the wall, you realize with jittery anticipation that he’ll be arriving soon. 

Five minutes pass, and he’s nowhere to be seen. 

You think nothing of it until another ten minutes pass, and you begin to wonder what’s holding him up, trying not to let the feeling of unease get to you as you assure yourself that he might just be running a bit late. Your foot begins to tap quietly against the tiled floor, an anxious habit of yours you’d never managed to quite get rid of. 

Thirty minutes pass, and you pull your phone out from your side pocket, unlocking it to stare at his contact in part hesitation and part concern.

Should I call him?

You weigh out your options, wondering if you’ll sound too demanding if you call to ask if something’s wrong. However, your phone appears to solve the problem for you, the shrill sound of its ringing interrupting you from your thoughts. You jump at the sudden noise, but accept the call instantly upon seeing the caller ID. 

“I was just about to call. Is everything okay?” You ask, and your eyes widen in worry at the sound of Minho panting on the other end.

“Y/N,” he breathes, “I—I’m sorry. Coach is keeping us in an extra hour, and—”

“Slow down, Minho,” you urge, “first catch your breath.”

He hums in agreement, and your face falls when you process his words, realizing the true reason he called. Although you know he’s not the one to blame, you can’t help the feeling of disappointment that creeps up inside of you as you glance down at the chocolates and favorite foods of his sitting on the table. 

“You’re saying you can’t make it today, right?” The words come out softer than you mean for them to, and Minho sighs regretfully. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. You know we have that big game coming up tomorrow, and—look, if you want, I can leave practice.” His voice is gentle, apologetic, and tears sting your eyes upon hearing how willing he is to risk getting kicked from the team for you. 

“No, you can’t,” you shake your head frantically. “I’m not letting you suffer the consequences of that for something this small. Go have fun, okay? We do this regularly anyways, we can just meet up next time.”

You hear a rustle on his end, followed by the voices of his teammates calling out for him. “Are you sure?” Minho asks, a twinge of concern in his tone. 

“I’m sure! Now go, they’re calling you,” you encourage, trying to sound as cheerful as you can to convince him. 

It works, to your relief, for Minho’s next words are bright. “You’re a lifesaver, Y/N,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice before he ends the call. 

There’s a moment of silence as you look at the goodies once more, before your eyes land upon the box of chocolates, and you pry the lid open to find them already beginning to melt. Reminding yourself that you won’t be seeing him today anyways, and that there’s no use wasting a perfectly good box of chocolates, you pop one of them in your mouth. The corners of your lips tug upwards at the savory taste, and you let out a deep exhale as you remember that you’re not out of ideas just yet. 

“More for me, I guess,” you mutter, trying not to lose hope. “On to try three!”

TRY THREE: GO ALL OUT. 

The sign leaning against your legs serves as a constant reminder of just how whipped you are for Minho, and at times it amazes even you just how far you’re willing to go for him. Making sure no one else can see it, you take yet another glimpse at the cardboard sign you spent the entirety of last night making, lifting it enough for it to rest in your lap. You stare at the bolded words drawn on the surface in capital letters, surrounded by small designs and stickers in a variety of colors. 

I might strike out asking, but will you go to the winter formal with me?

An embarrassed laugh bubbles out of your throat and you find yourself yet again bewildered by the sheer cheesiness of it all. You can’t bring yourself to raise it, however, telling yourself that tensions are too high right now and that you’ll show him later when there’s no potential of the sign distracting him. You set it back down at your feet, and you look past the sea of people to search for Minho in the group of players on the baseball field. 

Murmurs of “the score is so close,” “we need a home run to win,” and “we’re gonna lose, aren’t we?” echo around you in the stadium, and your mind immediately flashes back to Minho’s words from before the game. 

“If I win, you have to do any one thing that I want for me.” 

You had teased him and asked him what he’d do if he lost, but Minho had only shrugged nonchalantly, telling you that he’d do anything you wanted if that was the case. 

Looking down at him on the field now, you watch as he readies himself at the batter’s box, and despite the near-impossible chance of him securing the team a win, something about the blaze in his eyes tells you that he won’t be losing today. Just before the pitcher can pitch the ball, he looks up towards the stands, his eyes scanning the crowd to find you. When he does, he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t mouth anything, but somehow through his gaze, you already know exactly what he wants to tell you: he’s going to win. 

The pitcher steps forward, raising his leg and leaning back with the ball before he throws it with a single fluid motion. The ball spirals forward towards Minho with immense speed, and you watch breathlessly as he positions himself to hit it. He swings the bat, and a gasp leaves your mouth.

What happens next is a blur, and by the time you can process what’s happening, Minho has already tossed the bat and reached base one. You squint your eyes as you search for the ball, managing to glimpse it right before it falls outside the gates of the field. You cover your mouth with your hands in shock as you look back down to Minho just in time to watch his foot touch the second base. 

“He hit it all the way out!” Shouts and exclamations of surprise reverberate around you as the audience rises to its feet eagerly. 

Base three. 

All attempts to stop him are useless at this point, you realize, for Minho’s already making his way to the final base, his features hardened by determination. Just before he reaches the end, Minho finds you in the crowd once more. His gaze remains locked on yours as he flashes you a small grin, his foot touching the home plate at the exact same moment. 

Home run. 

For an instant, there’s nothing but dead silence, and then the entire audience erupts into applause, the noise turning almost unbearable as it rings in your ears. The edge of the sign scratches against your leg as you stand up, and you’re reminded of the dance as you impulsively grab hold of the cardboard, getting on top of your seat as you prepare to raise it. When you inspect the field one last time to ensure Minho is still there, you find that he’s lost in the arms of his teammates, all shouting excitedly and clapping him on the back among cheers.

Your shoulders slump as you realize that there’s no way he’ll be able to see your sign with all the ruckus, and you dejectedly get down from your seat, making your way off the stands and exiting the stadium. 

As you trudge home, you wonder if you’ll even be able to face him without blushing, let alone ask him to the formal. 

TRY FOUR: NO INTERRUPTIONS. 

The next time you see Minho, you’re stepping through the open door of Chan’s house, and you’re met with the sight of the entire team laughing recklessly, joking around and shoving each other playfully over a set of pizza boxes. Small decorations and streamers are hung up in colors of red and green to highlight the approach of Christmas, and something about the setting makes you feel delightfully warm. It’s somehow exactly the kind of celebration you imagined, and when you look towards the team once again, you find Minho in the center of all the chatter, just as you always do. 

When he catches you standing before them, he freezes, and his gaze morphs into something different, almost hungry, as his eyes slowly trail over your figure from top to bottom. The intensity of his stare seems to burn into you, and you watch in quiet anticipation as he separates himself from the group to walk up to you. 

There are no excuses now, you think. No interruptions, no distractions, no reasons to prevent you from asking him. 

“‘Come to the celebration party at Chan’s place, and I’ll tell you there,’” you greet, quoting his text from hours before, and Minho smiles sheepishly. “Well, I’m here now. What is it that you want?”

“You look beautiful,” is his response, and your next words are forgotten as your face goes up in flames. 

“I’m glad you think so. It took me a long time to find this dress,” you mumble, staring down at your feet to hide your blush. 

“I’m not talking about the dress,” Minho says, and your eyes widen as you look back up to search his face. He turns away before you can look too hard, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks turn red. “Anyways,” he mumbles, avoiding your eyes, “you told me you wanted to ask me something too, right?”

“You first,” you blurt, still too flustered from his compliment to think straight. Your words, however, are drowned out by a particularly loud screech emitting from the other end of the room, followed by the booming laughter of the rest of the team. Furrowing his brows, Minho cups his ear and leans closer to you, prompting you to repeat the words in his ear. Another series of laughs sounds from the room, and Minho takes your hands in his to bring you to a more empty section of the house. 

“Finally,” he breathes when the two of you are safe from disturbances. “I swear, they can get so loud sometimes.”

You giggle at his words. “Tell me what you want for winning,” you urge him, trying to do whatever you can to delay your turn. Minho’s face darkens, and something about the way his gaze turns intense makes your heart race.

“Look up,” he whispers, his hands tightening around yours. You obey, your eyes drifting up as you find yourself staring at what you think could be one of the most beautiful bunches of mistletoe you’ve ever seen, hanging from the ceiling and twinkling under the soft light. You gulp upon realizing its implications, your tongue swiping over your lips out of nervous habit. You look back down to face him, and you find that his expression reflects the same desire he displayed before, his eyes sparkling as the corners of his lips turn up. 

“We can’t break tradition, now can we?” He teases, leaning forward just enough for your noses to touch, his lips barely ghosting over yours so you can feel the warmth of his breath upon your face. When you close your eyes, your own lips parting, he closes the distance. 

Time seems to freeze in place as his soft lips meet yours, his hands dropping to your waist as his lips move slowly against yours. There’s a passion in his kiss that you’re reciprocating before you even know it, and a slight smile shapes his lips that you can’t help but mirror. He’s the first to pull away, resting his forehead on yours for a moment as he catches his breath. 

“You have to do any one thing that I want right?” He breathes. “Go to the winter formal with me.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes flying open in shock and immediately finding his as you soften at the sincerity in his face. 

“You mean that?” You murmur, and a smirk graces Minho’s features, one you’ve become so familiar with after countless years of him teasing you. 

“’Course I do. That’s what you were gonna ask me too, right?” He raises his eyebrows knowingly. You blink for a moment, tilting your head slightly as you process his words. Then it hits you. 

"Juyeon told me I wasn’t being obvious!” You grumble, pouting in dismay. 

“Well,” Minho laughs, “I only had a small idea that you liked me. What confirmed it was that sign you made—I might strike out asking, right? I may have gotten a peek at it when you left to get water before the game.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t look! That’s not fair,” you whine, hitting his shoulder playfully. 

“It’s the reason I’m asking you now though, isn’t it? So tell me, Y/N. Will you go to the dance with me?” Minho smiles softly, the light in his eyes is akin to that of the mistletoe berries gleaming above you. You can’t stop your mouth from pulling into a wide grin, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer to you, letting your lips answer his question as they meet his once more. 

LEE MINHO; TRY ONE: SUCCESS!

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It’s a Deal - seven

supernatural! johnny x reader x jaehyun,  mate!au

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You had sworn yourself to not go near the two fae boys, their handsome faces intoxicating you more often than not. You didn’t like making stupid decisions. But when you were around the two of them, stupid decisions seemed to be all that you could make. 

Two weeks had passed since the events at the palace, and to be honest, you were very relieved that the boys had been leaving you alone. It felt nice to return to school, work and the normalcy that was being a college student. You didn’t have to think about the fae, well at least not that they were real, and it was nice. 

You couldn’t help but worry a little at the disappearance of the two boys who had been annoying you for weeks, but you figured that they could take care of themselves. You were right. 

So you went along like you normally would, attending your classes, studying for your exams and working. You had found yourself at the library more often than not. You needed to study for your finals. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself as you sat in the same spot of the library where you had a perfect view of Dong-young working. Yeah it was a little creepy of you to watch him, but you were there to study, only to study. 

You found yourself at your table in the library, glancing around to see if you could spot the cute bunny boy who had helped you a few weeks ago. He was normally at the front counter, but you couldn’t find him today. You promised yourself you would just do one subtle peer around the bookshelves to see if you could spot him, so you did. Then, with no sign of him you bent over to pull your books and computer out of your bag, jumping out of your skin when a voice echoed from behind your chair. 

“Looking for someone?” The voice from behind laughed. You were met with Dong-young’s mischievous smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Have I been that obvious?” You asked, the heat of embarrassment flooding your body. 

“Only a little bit,” he smiled at you, “But I would be lying if I said I hated having such a pretty girl watching me.”

“I swear I also had to study,” you muttered, giving an awkward chuckle as Dong-young just smiled at you. 

“Well, if you’ve done enough studying, I was hoping you would join me for lunch somewhere?” 

“Lunch?”

“Well today is the first day I’ve had off in awhile, and I was really hoping we could spend it somewhere besides this library.”

And who were you to say no to that? So you followed him out of the library, through campus, and into a small little cafe. 

The two of you talked easily, joking around as if you had known each other for years. You laughed, and yeah you flirted. Truly the lunch felt like a dream, and it was the perfect way to relieve some stress from this semester. And Dong-young was sweet, like so sweet. He paid for lunch, held your hand, and gave you his scarf as you walked around the park. He really was the perfect gentleman. He walked you home, hand intertwined with yours the whole way. 

He went with you to get your groceries, carrying them with you back to your apartment. 

“This is me,” you spoke, nodding your head towards your apartment building. Dong-young just smiled, gently handing you the groceries you had gotten before shoving his hands in his pockets.  

“Thank you for joining me today,” he grinned, leaning down and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I had a really good time,” you smiled back at him, “Thank you for not being creeped out by my staring.”

“Never creeped out,” he laughed, scratching the back of his head as he asked “I was hoping we could trade numbers?”

You pulled your phone out as he got his, the two of you swapping phones without a second thought. 

“Oh no,” he spoke, pointing to your phone’s black screen, “It’s dead.”

“That’s alright,” you smiled, “You have my number now. I will be expecting a text and a second date soon.”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled back, “If you don’t hear from me soon, which you will by the way, you know where to find me.”

“You bet I do,” you smiled back, giggling as he took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“I’ll see you around, YN,” he gave a short wave before turning on his heels and walking away. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched him walk away. Smile never leaving your lips as you climbed the stairs up to your apartment. You were elated, and you couldn’t wait to plug your phone in and wait for a text from Dong-young. At least until you heard two very familiar voices echoing through the hallway of your apartment building. 

You had taken the brothers' absence in your life for granted. A fact that was clearly evident as they stood bickering with each other in front of your apartment door. You couldn’t help but groan as you handed them the bags of groceries that you had been carrying. Wordlessly unlocking the door and letting them continue their arguing as you held your front door open. 

The two men walked inside easily, barely glancing at you as they continued arguing. You couldn’t tell the full extent of the argument, but you figured it had something to do with their father. You rolled your eyes as the boys placed the groceries on your counter, shrugging your coat and Dong-young’s scarf off of your body and throwing them half-hazardly on the back of one of your chairs. 

The boys' incessant bickering filled your ears as you began to put your groceries away. The joy you had felt with Dong-young slowly transforming into irritability at the never ending arguing of Johnny and Jaehyun. 

“Enough,” you started, rubbing a hand across your face to relieve some tension, “help me put the groceries away and then you can continue fighting about whatever it is you are fighting about.”

“Sorry, pet,” Jaehyun walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before reaching around you to start putting the groceries away. 

“You seem stressed,” Johnny said, coming up behind you and wrapping you in a hug. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, exhaling contently, but then he tensed, “You smell weird.”

He pushed you away for a second, crinkling his nose before sniffing you again. He practically growled as he said, “I don’t like it.”

“Since when can fae smell that well?” You asked, subconsciously sniffing your shirt. 

“Mm,” Jaehyun shook his head, “It’s not a fae thing its a-”

“Jaehyun.” 

He took one look at Johnny’s glare and coughed, awkwardly smiling as he took an exaggerated sniff of your neck.

“I’m just kidding,” he said, “It’s totally a fairy thing, nothing else at all.”

“Um, ok then?” You chuckled awkwardly, grabbing the cereal box and putting it into the cabinet above you. 

“Just please go shower?” Johnny asked, covering his nose with his shirt.

“That seems a little mean, Johnny,” you frowned, sticking your tongue out at him, “but yeah, I’ll go shower.”

You shuffled off to your bathroom, sniffing your shirt again, not smelling anything different. You huffed as you turned the shower on, fae could be so rude sometimes. Never in your life could you imagine telling someone they smelled bad. 

You undressed, testing the temperature of the water with your hand. Your ears perked up as you heard the boys start talking again. 

“You’re gonna have to tell her sometime, Johnny,” Jaehyun said. 

“I know, but now is not the time,” he replied, “There’s too many things going on.”

“Whatever you say dear brother,” Jaehyun chuckled, “What’d she smell like anyways? I thought you were going to vomit when you smelled her.”

“It’s not funny Jae,” Johnny groaned, “She smelled like another man, like him.”

“That’s impossible! There’s no way she smelled like him,” Jaehyun said, you could hear him moving around the kitchen now, probably putting away the rest of the groceries. “Clearly someone has been spending too much time talking war strategies with father.”

“Oh please, Jaehyun not this again,” Johnny groaned, “You know you have other duties to attend to, my only duty is making sure no one in the family gets killed.”

“Yet you are only worried about her,” Jaehyun snapped back.

“She can’t protect herself,” Johnny yelled back, “You are a trained warrior, Mark has powers to protect him, Jaemin and Jeno will protect each other. She has no one to protect her but me.”

“She has us Johnny. And you know each of our brothers would do anything to protect her too.”

“You don’t get what it's like Jae,” Johnny’s voice was barely audible now, you had to lean against the door to hear him clearly, “-to find her and not be able to be with her feels like I am dying.”

You closed your eyes, straining your ears trying to hear what Jaehyun would say back, but he was too quiet. Your thoughts were swirling as you finally got under the spray of the water. The warmth cascading down your body as you tried to piece together what this meant. What was Johnny hiding from you? And why did he feel so compelled to protect you? You watched as the soap swirled around your feet and slid into the drain, left with more questions than answers.

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midnight wishes | knj [M]

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That boy. Never met anyone as prone to disaster as he is while being so damned smart, except maybe that roommate of his. The two of them could probably cure cancer if they wanted to, but you leave them alone for more than a few seconds and you’re liable to come back to disaster. Jiminie did say they’ve been acting a little different, though, maybe they finally wised up and made things official instead of just humping like bunnies around that apartment of theirs. Oh, am I not supposed to say that?

pairing } namjoon x reader 

word count } 10.3k { also on ao3

genre } Fluff, Smut, the smallest possible dash of angst; FWB au, Roommates au, coworkers au, slight idiots to lovers but like. lowkey. 

warnings } smut, the most smut, all the smut. Namjoon In Glasses bc that deserves its own tag. there’s multiple smutty parts, several less explicit and then one very very super explicit so for those: oral female, oral male, fingering, deepthroating, protected sex, unprotected sex, mention of semi-public sex, mentions of a sir kink, some very accidental cum eating that is hilarious and disgusting all at once. Namjoon and Slick are both complete and utter idiots, like it’s genuinely a miracle that they’ve lived this long, especially when paired together. 

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a/n } hello it is i with yet another fic. it’s done. i. have a lot of emotions bUT that’s neither here nor there. This is part of The Snowball Effect collab, and while it can be read as a standalone, all the fics end in the same spot and there are so many crossovers that it legitimately hurts to think about for too long, so for the best and funniest and fluffiest experience, we recommend that you read all of them in order!! Special shoutout to ashley, kristi, and ryn (@taehyungforreal, @stutterfly, and @fortunexkookie​, respectively) for letting me part of this wonderful adventure. i’m more honored than i could ever say with words, and i’m grateful every day that i got the chance to work with all of you on this absolutely phenomenal collab. for those of you who are just now seeing this, i implore you to read the others, as they are literal light years better than this, and i could not possibly live up to the absolute beauty of the other authors in this collab, but i still hope you enjoy my shiny garbage child aka this fic.

The first time you ever saw Kim Namjoon was on your very first day at the lab where you both work. You won't ever forget it, not because he's the walking embodiment of beauty nor because he's the most intelligent person you've ever met besides yourself. No, that day stays firmly implanted in your memory because that was the day the two of you nearly got fired for setting the building on fire.

In a genetics lab. 

You don't even work with chemicals. Maybe if you did, they would have been more understanding, but you don't and instead, everyone was completely flabbergasted that the two of you very nearly destroyed the building because you tried to reheat your leftover Chinese food - and really, how perfect is it that he also prefers the place across town instead of on the corner, and that he eats all the vegetables you pick out of your rice while you eat the eggrolls he isn't a fan of - in the microwave at the same time. Sure, your IQ is close to 300 when combined, but also, how are you supposed to remember that the bottom part of the takeout is made of foil? You were trying to single out a gene sequence that might help cancer research. Microwaves were not important. 

Until it exploded a little and set the fire suppression systems off in all the labs and affected several billion dollars worth of research. 

Honestly, the two of you are lucky you still have your jobs.

Less lucky that the insurance company wouldn't pay for the entire cost so both you and Namjoon had to take pretty severe pay cuts to help cover the costs.

Even less lucky that it means you could no longer afford your apartment by yourself and subsequently had to try to find a roommate in less than a week, which the internet is not helpful for, it doesn't matter what your coworkers say.

Which really just highlights that it's your own fault that you're in this situation in the first place, you think as you slam back another shot. It's been months, and yes, you found a roommate, and yes , things between the two of you are working better than you could have imagined, but god , at what cost?

You catch a glimpse of dimples heading your way and down the rest of the Kamikaze that you've been nursing all night. You might regret that later, the alcohol might make you do something you'd never do otherwise, but you can always pretend you don't remember. Besides, it's so much harder to handle Namjoon while you're completely sober; you never quite know what to say or what to do.

He doesn't bother to sit in the empty stool beside you, just slides into the space between you and it and lets one arm rest casually on the back of your barstool as he leans in to be heard over the live band that's playing. You don't look at him, you don't trust yourself to look at him, not with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone. You know he looks deliciously rumpled. You're entirely too familiar with the sight.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks. You shrug even as you start pulling your coat on, doing your best to ignore the way the heat of his breath brushed over your neck in the way that always gets you hot and bothered. "We don't have to if you don't want to," He says quickly, but you wave him off.

"No, it's fine, I promise. I'm not enjoying the band as much as I thought I would anyway."

When the ride you summoned stops at your apartment building, Namjoon pays and follows you up. The alcohol has started seeping into your bloodstream, and for a moment you regret that last drink. You're not drunk, not really, but you're on the farther side of tipsy and thoughts are swirling in your head that you wish would go somewhere else. Plus you're really fucking hungry now, and also kinda tired, and you're really glad tomorrow's Saturday so you can sleep in.

"What's got you in your head?" Namjoon asks as you fumble to unlock the door. You just shrug noncommittally, unwilling to tell him about it. He doesn't pry either, just sets to work pulling leftover tacos out of the fridge and sticking them in the microwave, remembering at the last second to take the plastic off the top so your food doesn't get coated in melted saran wrap. The two of you eat in relative silence before you manage to make yourself go into your room and strip out of your work clothes and then slide under the covers.

You don't listen as he goes into the room across the hall, you don't listen as the shower starts up, you don't listen at the off-key singing that he does. You don't. You can't let yourself, because then your drunk ass won't be able to keep your mouth shut the next time you see him - as you're both eating breakfast tomorrow, probably - and you'll say some super embarrassing shit like "hey I know it's partially my fault you couldn't afford your rent and you know I'm really grateful that you moved in with me, but you're also like hot as the surface of the sun and your dimples are really cute too, please fuck me stupid, I'm literally begging you."

Because that's the issue with living and working with Namjoon. There is no escape. Before you could come home and masturbate in peace while thinking about how his chest looks so utterly perfect in those button-ups, and how the muscles in his forearm flex when he's got his sleeves rolled up, and how his jaw does that muscle clench thing whenever he's focused on something.

But no. Now he lives with you , and not only are you both on the same schedules and therefore he’s never not home when you are, therefore depriving you of your precious Alone Time, but! You get a front-row view to how he looks in the mornings, with his hair all messy, and how he always forgets that the flavor packet goes in the ramen after you cook it, and how he bundles up every time he goes on walks with Moni, and-

The door to the bathroom creaks open and you force your eyes not to close. You inspect the stuccoed ceiling the entire time it takes his footsteps to make it into his room because otherwise, you're just going to remember that first week after he moved in, when he would have to go to his room with just a towel around his waist because his clothes were in boxes and he hadn't unpacked and he'd forgotten to take anything in the bathroom with him.

The memory of his absolutely fucking ridiculous pectorals dripping with water and his god damn superb biceps flexed and delicious-looking, none of it hidden under the slightly-too-big shirts he wears to work...it haunts you. To this day.

The sound of his door closing echoes through the hall and into your room. It’s through an incredibly impressive force of will that you don’t imagine what he’s doing right now, just across the hall. You resolutely do not imagine him sliding that towel from around his waist and revealing the gorgeous glistening golden thighs that strain against his work khakis so wonderfully. Nor do you think of the way he twists his neck to pop it while he does his after-shower stretches - because that’s a normal thing that normal people totally do - and you absolutely are not thinking of the way the scent of sandalwood and steam trails after him when he’s freshly showered and you are definitively not thinking about-

A loud, high-pitched moan followed by the slapping of skin on skin echoes through the apartment, jolting you upright and out of your thoughts as you stare in shock at the back of your bedroom door. 

Something thuds against the carpeted floor of Namjoon’s room and the sound abruptly cuts off. The silence that follows is deafening, and your ears ring with it. 

Surely….surely he wasn’t….

A thought, unbidden and cursed, flits through your mind before you can stop it. You can’t even blame the residual alcohol in your body for the way you stand and open your bedroom door, or how you slip your super soft silk robe over your shoulders and tie it loosely around your waist, nor for the way you take the two steps to stand in front of Namjoon’s, but you absolutely blame your quickly-returning sobriety for the way you hesitate in front of it. 

He’s going to say no, anyway, so what’s the harm? Things are awkward for a day or two and then we move on, right?

You knock before you can talk yourself out of it. It takes a few minutes, but Namjoon does eventually open the door. His chest is still bare but he’s got on the soft-looking plaid pajama pants that you adore, albeit they are on backwards , and his face is flushed with color. 

You're 98% sure that it's because he just had his hand around his cock. You're significantly less sure if you hate or love the fact that you know that. 

“Hey,” You say awkwardly. 

“Hey,” He responds, just as awkward. 

You both stand there for a second while you work up the courage to ask what’s been going around and around in your mind. 

“I just heard that thud and got worried,” is what eventually makes it out. Namjoon’s face flushes further, and his nose scrunches in the cutest way. “Just...wanted to make sure you weren’t, y’know. Dead. Haha.”

He smiles at your laugh, even though it’s dead and humorless, and warmth blooms in your chest. 

“I’m alright. Sorry for any, uh…” He squints, clearly searching for the word he wants to use that won’t immediately give him away - like the entire apartment building hadn’t heard that noise. “Disturbances.”

“Oh, no, you’re fine!” You tell him, rubbing the back of your neck. “I was just. Uh. Y’know how bonobos will often have recreational sex with non-monogamous partners just because they’re bored or as a way to work out the tension between members of the unit-groups and they enjoy said recreational sex, even though there’s no real emotional attachment to the other parties involved?”

Namjoon stares at you for a long, silent moment. 

“Yeah, I know about bonobos,” He eventually says. “I didn’t know that about bonobos, but I guess that’s the fun fact quota for the day.”

Your face heats and you’ve never quite wished the ground would swallow you up until this very moment. 

“Oh,” You say, dumbly. “Well. That’s a thing. That bonobos do.”

“I got that,” Namjoon says. He bites down on his lower lip in what’s probably an innocuous way to not smile at how ridiculous you’re being, but when paired with the golden expanse of chest, it’s utterly obscene. 

“Would you like to have recreational sex with me?” 

“ What? ”

“No strings attached, no feelings, nothing but some nice fun recreational intercourse between two consenting adults of sound mind. Would you be interested?”

“I...why are you asking me? ” He asks incredulously, and you resist the urge to kiss the surprise off his face. How is it surprising at all when he walks around looking like that ?

“Because in the time we’ve known each other as coworkers, roommates, and friends, I think we could be very sexually compatible and even if we aren’t, I’m confident enough in our friendship to believe we could still be friends afterward.” You tell him firmly. “Besides, you’re literally the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you?”

“You’re...serious about this? You’re not playing some kind of joke on me?” 

“Why would I play a joke on you, Namjoon? I haven’t been able to get off for literal weeks - ever since you moved in, actually - and I’m at a bit of a breaking point.”

“And you’re not drunk?”

“Completely sober,” You assure him. He curses under his breath and runs a hand over his jaw, not making eye contact as he considers. It’s the same thoughtful expression that he gets when he’s trying to figure out some complex equation at work. With how long it’s been since you last came, however, it’s only making you wetter. 

"Fuck it," He mutters, seconds before his hands cup your jaw to pull you into a kiss. 

It's awkward at first, the two of you trying to find a rhythm that you both enjoy while still being able to breathe. His lips are slightly chapped and you both stumble as he starts walking backwards towards the bed, but it's so wonderful. His hand against your jaw is warm and comforting, even as his other hand is slipping teasingly under your robe and his teeth suckle a mark into your collarbone. 

Movement on the bed catches your attention and you flush when you realize it's Moni, Namjoon's very sweet dog that came with him when he moved in. 

"Uh, Namjoon?" You breathe. It's hard to focus on anything that isn't the way he's teasing at the band of your panties, but the way Moni is staring at you is captivating. "Dog."

Namjoon freezes, hands disappearing from your skin, and he either doesn't hear or doesn't acknowledge your needy whine at the loss of contact. 

"What, what's wrong? Is that your safeword? What did I do?"

"No, Joon," You can barely hear yourself think over the stream of apologies pouring from his lips, and it isn't until you grip his shoulders and forcibly turn him to look at his dog that he shuts up. 

" Oh ," He whispers. "The dog." He clicks his tongue a couple of times and Moni hops down from the bed, though not without giving Namjoon the saddest eyes possible. Moni disappears down the hallway, probably to go lay on the couch, and Namjoon shuts the door behind him. "Sorry," he says bashfully. 

"Don't be sorry," You respond with a smile. " Do , however, fuck me until I can't move." 

A growl vibrates in his chest, surprising you, and you're bouncing atop his mattress before you can think. 

He doesn't say anything else, too focused on the way your folds feel against his tongue as he slides your robe up your thighs. Words are hardly possible for you when he makes you come the first time. Even less so when he turns you onto your hands and knees, presses your face into the mattress, and proceeds to pound into you so hard that the nightstand shakes. Still, your knees are made weak by something else entirely.

It's the tender awareness in his touch; he's firm and unyielding but so, so cautious, consistently testing your reactions before he continues. The way his voice - deepened and husky with desire - sounds in your ear when he asks if what he's doing is okay, if you like it, if you want to keep going. It's how he teases you gently about how wet you are - "God damn, is this all for me? You're so fucking wet, so slick and ready for me, sweetheart," -  the way he's so absolutely tuned in to your own needs and desires, the way he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you like it's second nature, his own high an afterthought when you've clenched too tight around him. 

It's the way he brings you water and some fruit afterward and gently cleans you up while you eat before sliding your robe carefully over the blossoming purple marks he sucked into your shoulders. It's the way he didn't close his bedroom door until yours clicked behind you. 

"This was the best idea I've ever had," you sigh happily to yourself as you drift off to sleep. 

“So you’ve got a sir kink?” Namjoon asks several days later, face pressed into a microscope more expensive than your entire apartment building. He doesn’t look at you, even as you tear your eyes away from the computer screen in front of you to glance at him curiously. 

“I do,” You tell him. He shifts in his chair and you bite back a grin. “Is that a problem? We don’t have to use it.”

“No, it’s fine,” He says quickly. “Just thought it was interesting. I didn’t expect that from you.”

“Namjoon, we’ve only known each other for a couple of months, and in that time, we’ve hardly had a conversation about what kinks we enjoy and what we don’t. How would you expect anything?”

“Just...didn’t expect it, that’s all.” He’s quiet for a minute and a sliver of guilt lodges in your throat. You’re right, the two of you haven’t known each other for very long, especially not in a sexual manner, but you could’ve maybe phrased it better. 

“I’m sorry-”

“We should-”

Both of you stop midsentence, turning away from your work to laugh with each other. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” Namjoon says with a dimpled smile. “I know what you meant, and you’re right. We don’t know what the other enjoys, so we shouldn’t go into this with any expectations.”

“Maybe we should, though,” You say, marking a sequence that catches your eye so you’ll remember to come back and fully examine it later. “I mean, we can’t exactly fulfill our sexual needs without knowing what said needs are. For instance, how often do you orgasm every week?”

Something tumbles on Namjoon’s desk, and when you look over he’s got the microscope cradled carefully in his hands a few feet above the floor. 

“Uh...maybe twice,” He eventually says.

“Hm. Duly noted.” You turn back to the monitor in front of you, marking another sequence for inspection. 

“Well...how often do you orgasm each week?” He asks. His voice is hesitant, like he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to ask.

“Depends,” You tell him. “When I’m close to my period or ovulating, it’s usually once a day, if not twice, because my sex drive is higher, but otherwise it’s usually every other day or so.”

“Oh.” 

“But don’t worry, I’m more than willing to take care of myself on the nights where you need a break. I don’t expect you to keep up with my sex drive.”

“I mean...I could .”

You turn away from the monitor to look at him, quirking a brow. He quirks his own in return and you can’t help the way your eyes travel down his form. He’s wearing contacts instead of his glasses - always does during the workweek, since it’s easier to use a microscope that way - but the light purple shirt sets off the platinum blonde of his hair and his thighs strain against the material of his khakis. It all adds up to make him look absolutely delectable, especially since you know full well what’s hiding underneath those pants. 

“I could,” He repeats. “If you want me to.”

Your eyes meet his and you have no doubt he’s been eyeing you the same way you’ve been eyeing him. 

“I think it might be time for our lunch break, Mr. Kim,” You tell him, eyes darting to the clock on your desk. “I was thinking of going out to get something, would you like to join me?”

Namjoon is already standing and grabbing his jacket, and you would laugh at how eager he is if you weren’t the same way. You can already feel heat beginning to pool between your legs and the two of you rush out of the office in such a hurry that you hardly notice when you run straight into the mail cart. 

“Nice going, Slick!” Kihyun yells after you, and you wish you were ashamed of the way that your knees tremble at the reminder of how it felt to have Namjoon call you that while buried inside of your warmth. 

“They have no idea,” Namjoon mutters, fingers twisting with yours so he can pull you down a hallway and towards an unused office. “If they only knew just how slick you really are.”

You shiver and slam the door closed as Namjoon sinks to his knees. 

The amount of times the two of you fuck at work is utterly ridiculous after that. You have an actual conversation with him about kinks and hard limits and soft limits and all that fun grown-up stuff that’s necessary of an adult relationship, of course, and that only adds to the fire between the two of you. 

He’s more than willing to let you call him Sir while you’re on your hands and knees in front of him, and you’re absolutely willing to ride him into oblivion in those moments when he doesn’t want to be in charge or when he’s had a hard day at work and just wants to relax. Those are your favorite times, actually; when he just sits on the couch and drives himself up into you while you’re fucking yourself back down onto him, eyes clenched shut as his hands glide up your spine and knead your ass. 

The slow, lazy way his hips meet yours is absolutely addictive, you can’t even lie, but you can’t deny that it’s the moment after you’ve both cum that are the real danger. When you’re both panting and spent, laying against the soft sheets on his bed or the cool leather of your couch, and his arm drapes around your torso for those few moments it takes him to regain his breath. 

It’s dangerous, so dangerous, because you’ve already agreed not to have feelings involved in this. You’re friends with benefits, nothing more and nothing less, and you cannot let yourself forget that. Not in the mornings when you wander out in his shirt to find that he’s made breakfast - ordered it, actually, but it’s the thought that counts - or when you walk into work together and he doesn’t hesitate to open the doors for you without even breaking stride, as if it’s second nature to do so. As if he’s used to it. 

It’s when the two of you are at the mall together that reality hits you in the face. 

You’re both on the hunt for different things; he’s got a birthday present he still has to buy and wants to pick up some new treats and sweaters for Moni, while you’re on the hunt for a new toaster to rival that of your old one - which you destroyed on accident by using a metal fork to dig a piece of bread out of. While it was plugged in. And hot. 

Your hands still sting a little, but the ER nurse was adamant that you would be alright. So long as you didn’t try to electrocute yourself again.

“Wait, so you’re not going to be here for New Year’s Eve?” You clarify, popping a piece of chocolate into your mouth. 

“No, I’m heading up to Taehyung’s cabin with the rest of the guys. It’s an annual thing, I don’t even remember how it got started,” Namjoon tells you as he peers into the window of some box store that you already know isn’t going to have anything Taehyung will like. 

“Hm, I guess it’s good I work then, so I can walk Moni.” 

Namjoon shoots you an odd look. “You don’t work, and Jackson’s watching Moni.”

“Uh...I’m pretty sure I work on New Year’s Eve, Namjoon. I would’ve made plans otherwise.”

“Slick, I’m exactly one hundred percent sure the office is closed for New Year’s because it is every year.” He sneaks a piece of chocolate and wrinkles his nose when he realizes it’s mint chocolate. 

“No, because my schedule says-” You start, pulling your phone out to open said schedule so you can show him just how wrong he is. “That I work the next morning. That’s why I didn’t make plans.”

Namjoon just smiles and taps at the screen. “That’s December, Slick. You’re looking at December first.”

You pull the phone back and stare at it, horror washing over you when you see that he’s right. 

You’re going to be spending New Year’s alone, for the first time in years, and loneliness fills you at that thought. Your parents are an entire plane ride away, on vacation for their retirement in some tropical paradise that you can’t remember the name of; your old friends are in an entirely different city, likely already with plans of their own, and you don’t know nearly enough people at work or outside of it to have any idea what people are doing. 

“Oh man,” Namjoon breathes, clearly oblivious to the sudden onset of loneliness that’s hit you. “I knew it was going to be hilarious, but I had no idea it was going to be this good .”

You look up to find him focused on his phone, camera pointing at something you can’t quite make out through the small screen. You follow the view, a reluctant smile breaking out when you spot Hope on the Street dancing along to some holiday song while dressed as an elf. 

“Isn’t that the news anchor that got in trouble for doing anal?” You ask. Namjoon cackles - there’s no other word for it, it’s a cackle - and nods. 

“Yeah, Hoseok’s been forced into doing this as a publicity stunt. We’ve all been looking forward to seeing him do it, too, but god , I had no idea it would be this funny to see. Hobi as a Christmas elf, can you imagine?”

“Hobi?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s a close friend of mine,” Namjoon says, eyes never straying from the video as he plays it back. “He’s gonna be at the cabin too, with his girlfriend Cat. There’s like seven of us who all grew up in the same little neighborhood, and we all kept pretty close as we got older. It’s like a little mini-family.”

“Oh,” You say softly. Namjoon tucks his phone back into his pocket and looks around, lighting up as he spots something else. “I didn’t know you knew Hope on the Street.”

“Yeah, he’s a dork,” Namjoon says as he pulls you towards some children’s store. “Come on, I think Yoongi’s working and I like to watch his little dance when he makes the hearts.”

You barely pay attention as Namjoon hurries into the toy store. You don’t join him inside, too busy lost in your own thoughts. 

You should’ve realized, you scold yourself. You should’ve known better. You got comfortable, you got complacent and happy, too enamored with the way Namjoon feels inside of you and the warmth of his hand in yours to realize that you’re still on the outside. 

He and his friends are all going up to some cabin, with their girlfriends apparently, to hang out and have fun together for New Year’s. He didn’t invite you. You’ve lost yourself in the fantasy and complacency of how warm he feels, how it feels like coming home whenever you see him, even when you knew better. 

You knew better than to get attached. You told yourself, every step of the way, not to get attached, don’t develop feelings, it’s just sex, and yet…

And yet your heart is breaking in your chest that he didn’t invite you along, that he didn’t even think to do so. It’s not even fair to him, it’s not his fault that you got too caught up in the domesticity and familiarity of him to remember that this isn’t serious. Why would he invite you? You’re his roommate, a coworker, the girl he fucks every so often. You aren’t his girlfriend, you aren’t anyone important to his friends. 

You’re just the roommate. 

“Hey, look at this bear I made, it’s got a little microscope and everything! It’s perfect for-”

“Sorry,” You interrupt, ignoring the way Namjoon’s smile dims ever so slightly. “I just realized that I’ve got to finish up some analyses before the office closes for the holiday, I’ve gotta go do that. But it’s cute, Moni’ll love it.”

“Okay.” Namjoon’s voice is hushed, and his brows are drawn together. He can obviously tell something’s off, but if you’re lucky, maybe he won’t be able to pinpoint exactly what. “I’ll see you at home then.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you back at the apartment,” You say quickly, not even looking at him as you hurry off the other way. 

You just need space, you tell yourself. You just need some distance so you can get your emotions under control. You can’t be around him when all you want to do is kiss him senseless and tell him how much you want to wake up in his bed forever, how you never want to miss another walk with Moni. He can’t know. 

He won’t know.

"I fucked up."

"You're going to have to be more specific," Jimin’s voice says from the other end of the phone. 

Namjoon groans, resisting the urge to slam his head back against the cabinets. He's standing in the kitchen now, staring longingly at the fridge and whatever food it may contain, because you’re out grocery shopping now, and he would love for you to come back to a hot meal, but there’s a reason you’re grocery shopping this late at night.

"You remember how in college everyone teased me because I'm terrible at one-night stands and I bet Hobi a week's groceries that I totally could?"

"Yes," Jimin says slowly. Something clinks on the other end of the line, and Namjoon wonders what Jimin’s having for dinner. His stomach rumbles in response and he heaves himself across the kitchen to dig through the fridge while Jimin continues. "I also remember how you spent weeks pining over said one-night stand while Hoseok filled the cupboards with every single thing he thought he could get away with buying. Why are you bringing that up now?"

Namjoom stays quiet but hums in victory as he unearths a pizza that isn’t too terribly old. “How long can pizza live in the fridge before it would kill me if I ate it?”

“If you have to ask that question, it’s been too long,” Jimin tells him. Namjoon debates, eyeing the pizza before deciding it looks fine and turning the oven on before sliding the pizza in. “Now, why are you bringing up one night stands and then pizza?”

"You remember how that new girl started at work a few months ago and we ate lunch together and then nearly got fired?"

"Yes, I distinctly remember writing you notes on takeout containers for weeks reminding you not to put foil in the microwave. What does-" Jimin stops, and Namjoon gets the distinct impression that if they were having this conversation in person, he’d be getting the Look. "Joon, tell me you didn't."

"I didn't have a one night stand with her," Namjoon assures him. 

"Good," Jimin says, heaving a sigh of relief. "God only knows what would happen with a one night stand with your roommate-"

"We're friends with benefits." 

Jimin chokes on whatever he’s eating and Namjoon winces sympathetically. 

"It's not that bad," The elder says before Jimin can scold him. "We're very sexually compatible. And she's amazing, Jimin, you don't even know-"

"Joon, isn't this the same girl you spent an entire four hours talking about the day she started working with you?"

"Yeah, so?"

The blonde gives a heavy sigh. Namjoon knows the younger well enough to know he’s shaking his head right now. 

"Please be careful, Namjoon," Jimin eventually says. 

"Oh, don't worry, we've both been tested, and we use condoms every time, there's nothing to worry about."

"That's not the kind of careful I mean," Jimin sighs. He's quiet for a minute as he eats and Namjoon waits for his pizza to be heated enough to eat. "Why do you say you fucked up if you’ve been careful?”

“I…” He hesitates. “I don’t know. I think she’s upset with me. We were at the mall the other day and it was fine, we were laughing at how Hobi looks dressed as an elf-”

“God that video was hilarious -”

“Right?!” They both laugh a little, fondly remembering the sight, before Namjoon sobers. “And then she just...changed. She got all quiet and skittish and ran off before I could give her the bear I made. She didn’t even look at it.”

“And it just happened out of nowhere? What were you talking about?”

“How she’s off work for New Year’s and I’m heading up to the cabin so she doesn’t have to watch Moni or anything, and then I saw Yoongi doing that dance at the store so I wanted to go watch him, and-” He stops, eyes focused on the air in front of him. 

“Joon? You good?”

“Hypothetically speaking,” He begins, a realization hitting him all at once, “What would happen if I put a pizza in the oven to reheat without taking it out of the box?”

“Oh my fucking god, Namjoon, get it out!”

There’s a flurry of smoke while Namjoon does just that and rushes to open the window so he can let some of the smoke out before you get back home. Jimin’s still berating him - albeit fondly - when he picks the phone back up. 

“It’s fine,” Namjoon says quickly, “It’s cool, nothing’s actually on fire anymore. And the pizza’s warm!”

“Oh my god, how have you survived this long.” Namjoon smiles at Jimin’s words; he gets a lot of shit for being wildly unobservant, but he knows that the others love him dearly. Why else would they still talk to him? Really, after the incident with the tub at Jungkook’s apartment, it’s truly a miracle he still has friends, and love is the only explanation. 

“But seriously, I don’t know what I did with Slick. Do you think I was too...obvious?”

“Namjoon,” Jimin says seriously. “If this girl is anything like you, and based on that time she tried to screenshot a crack in phone screen I’m inclined to believe she is, then I think the issue is that you aren’t being obvious enough . You said she got all weird after you mentioned the cabin, right?”

“Yeah. I thought she’d be happy that she wouldn’t be stuck with Moni, but-”

“Did you consider that since she thought she was working, she doesn’t have any other plans and is now stuck in the apartment by herself since she just moved here recently?”

“Oh.” Guilt surges through him as the door opens and your voice echoes that you picked up some takeout while you were gone. “I gotta go.”

“Ah-ah,” Jimin says quickly. “My payment?”

“Yes, Jimin, I love you dearly, you are the light of my life, I would never have survived this long were it not for your sage wisdom, I owe you my firstborn.”

“Much better! Some of the others could learn from you.” Jimin’s laugh continues long after he’s hung up, Namjoon is sure of it. 

You aren’t sure why the apartment smells like smoke when you get back, but you decide not to question it and just be grateful you had the foresight to pick up some takeout on your way back from the store. 

 When you get into the kitchen, Namjoon is there, with a smoking pizza box on the stove beside him. He’s not in his work clothes; instead, he looks comfortable and cozy in some sweats and a faded tee with his glasses halfway down his nose. Your heart lurches painfully in your chest at the sight and you force yourself to remember that he isn’t yours . 

“Hey! Did you hear me? I got takeout, since I figured neither of us wanted to cook. And I’m glad I did, what’s with the smoke?” A thought strikes you as you set the bags on the table. “Oh no, did you try to use the toaster? I told you not to, it got weird after that night with the fork, we need to replace it.”

“Do you wanna go to the cabin?” 

You freeze, halfway to the fridge to put away the ice cream that he likes. “What?” You ask. 

“The cabin. Do you want to go with me for New Year’s Eve, with everyone?” Namjoon takes the ice cream and finishes your journey for you, sticking it in the freezer without a second thought. “If you don’t want to take advantage of a quiet apartment, that is. You’re welcome to join, and I figured that was obvious, but then I realized that it may not be, so I wanted to offer.”

“With you and all of your friends? I don’t really... know any of them.” 

“That’s fine, they’re not that bad. They’re all pretty friendly, once you get to know them at least.” Namjoon says as he takes some vegetables out of your hands to put them in the fridge as well. “And I have no doubt that the others are going to bring some of their friends. Yoongi’s girlfriend will be there, she seems sweet. And Cat and Star are always nice, you’d love them.” 

You hesitate, though you aren’t sure why. This is what you wanted, so why doesn’t it make you happy?

“Besides, they’ll all be happy to have another friend around to bother. Jin loves to feed people.” Namjoon flashes his dimples at you and your heart does something complex that you can’t explain. There’s the rush of excitement and the skipped beat that always comes with his dimples, but it twists and clenches as well. Because of course, he’s just taking you as a friend. 

You’re friends. And that’s fine. If you repeat yourself enough times then you’ll believe it. You have to. 

“Yeah, sure!” You say with a grin. “I’d like that. They always sound so fun, it’ll be nice to meet them for real.”

Namjoon beams and helps you put the rest of the groceries away before you both settle in to eat. It’s not anything fancy, simple and quick and just enough to get the two of you through the night so that you didn’t have to cook. You chat about work as you do, a few sequences that might prove promising if you can work them the right way. 

It’s afterward, as you’re both curled up on opposite sides of the couch while some nature documentary plays in the background, that you notice it. 

He’s been fidgety all night, even before you left to get the food, and you didn’t think anything of it before. But now he’s even worse, hands rubbing along his thighs nervously while he shoots you look after look, which you have no doubt he thinks you don’t notice. 

“What is up with you?” You ask him eventually, ignoring the way some bug is eating another bug’s head onscreen. 

“Nothing,” he says in a rush. “Just...ready for bed.”

“Then go to bed.” You say it like it’s obvious, because it is. If he’s so ready to sleep, then he should go; neither of you has ever expected the other to stay up and watch TV together. You’re individuals.

“Okay,” he says softly, adjusting his glasses as he stands. He gets all the way to his bedroom door before he comes back, hovering awkwardly in the hall entrance for several seconds before he finally sits back down on the couch. Now, however, he’s sitting with his thigh pressed against yours, the heat radiating through the shorts you’re wearing and searing into your skin. 

He’s still fidgety, still uneasy for some reason, and it’s as you turn to ask him what the hell’s going on that he pulls you into a kiss. It’s soft and lingering and it makes your stomach flip in all the ways it isn’t supposed to. 

“If you wanted to have sex, you should have just said so,” You whisper against his lips. You can feel it more than hear it as he starts to say something and then cuts himself off with a sigh. 

“I wanna be inside you,” he says instead. “Please.”

Heat pools between your legs, even at such simple words, and you find yourself nodding. He kisses you again, frantic and much more heated than before, and you can already tell what it’ll be like tonight. 

You’re right, too; it’s quick and dirty. You don’t even make it to the bed, not at first. He cages you against the wall in the hallway and slides a hand between your bodies to start to draw your first orgasm out. It’s the whine from the dog that makes you realize where you are, pulling apart long enough to stare at where Moni sits at the hallway entrance, head cocked to the side and watching you with a confused stare. 

That gets you into the bedroom, the door shut behind you as you fall together onto the bed. The two of you barely get your clothes off before Namjoon’s sliding inside of you and groaning at the feeling. 

“Fuck, Slick, you’re so wet,” he whispers against your skin as he thrusts. You can hardly make words, too focused on the way he fits inside of you and the absolute certainty that you cannot say a single word running through your head. 

Not that you’re in love with the way he holds your hips so gently as he thrusts, not how he whispers praise and adoration against you with every press of his lips to your skin, and certainly not how you want to stay like this forever. That you’re absolutely positive you’ve broken the cardinal rules of being fuckbuddies. 

Don’t get feelings. 

But you were a fool, anyway. Because it’s easy to break rules, especially when you go into it with feelings. 

The first orgasm hits you with a shockwave, and with the way Namjoon hits your g-spot, it’s followed by a second shortly after. Your hands claw into the sheets as he fills the condom, and it only takes a minute for him to clean himself up enough to relax in the bed beside you, but you hardly notice; you’re too busy adjusting to the emptiness that you’re left with now that he isn’t inside you, the yearning that fills you down to your bones with the need to be wrapped up in his arms and cradled to his chest as you both drift to sleep.

You force yourself up before you can get comfortable, fatigue sweeping through your bones. 

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go shower,” You tell him. It’s a feat to keep your voice neutral, but you think you manage. “And then head to bed, I think. Uh, thanks. For the orgasms.”

The door to the bathroom closes behind you before he can even get a word out, and you force the image of his confused face out of your mind as you turn the water on. It takes every part of you to resist the urge to linger in the hot spray for longer than you need to be there, but you manage. 

By the time you’re slipping into bed, the light in Namjoon’s room is off and you can hear Moni settling into bed beside Namjoon. You can practically see them, curled up together all warm and settled in together. Content. 

You slip between your own sheets and wrap the fluffy blanket around you. Emotions are swirling in your gut and you do your best to ignore them all. You don’t need to focus on the way you want to be there with them, the way you want to curl your body into his with Moni between you, just the way he likes on the couch. 

“This is the worst idea I’ve ever had,” You tell yourself with a sigh as you try to fall asleep in your lonely bed. 

You don’t know that across the hall, Namjoon lays awake with Moni beside him, wondering how he fucked up so badly that you’re not in his arms anymore. He’d have every intention to tell you about his feelings. He wanted to end this friends-with-benefits thing, put it to rest so that he could take you out for real. So you could be together , for real. 

But you’d just bolted the second he was collapsing onto the bed, like you were running from something, and he wasn’t about to keep you here when you don’t want to be here. 

Still, he thinks as Moni burrows under the blankets to get closer to him, he can’t help but wish you were up against him as well, with your breathing steady and quiet as you sleep and he can feel your chest move with it. 

He just really wishes that you wanted that too.

The drive to the cabin is uneventful. You and Namjoon talk about work most of the way, chatting amicably about a few things that got corrupted in the data that have been frustrating to rebuild and how excited Moni was to see Jackson when he picked the pup up that day. 

You’re only a little nervous when you spot the wooden sign specifying that it belongs to the Kims. You’ve heard a lot of stories about Namjoon’s friends, seen one or two in passing when they come by the apartment to see Namjoon, though you tend to give them space when that happens. 

Still, nothing could ever compare to the welcome that greets you. There’s some kind of karaoke going on, with Taehyung and Star watching from the couch. There are crutches propped up nearby and you wonder what the story is there for the few seconds before your attention is drawn to the kitchen, where who you assume is Seokjin is scolding someone for shoving entirely too many cookies into their mouth. You catch sight of someone - blonde, giggling, followed by a sweet-looking girl - run out of the kitchen with his cheeks puffed out and crumbs on his lips, and you shoot Namjoon a look. 

“Jimin,” He explains with a grin. “C’mon, let’s go claim the den before someone else can get to it.”

That night is hectic, to say the least. Namjoon was right when he said his friends are welcoming, though; everyone is friendly and talkative - except for Pumpkin, Seokjin’s best friend who genuinely looks like she’s about to murder someone for the few moments that you see her during dinner but Namjoon assures you “That’s just her face, I promise.” Even when the boys get to reminiscing about the days they spent in that cul-de-sac, they include everyone else in their stories. 

Especially fun is when they all come up with theories about why Cat and Hobi are late, and while from what you’ve heard so far tonight, you agree with the proposal that they’re probably fucking, you still feel a sliver of worry for them. 

It’s the mention of sex that gets your stomach churning, though. Because Namjoon shoots you a knowing look, the same one he gets when you wear those ultra-short shorts around the house that he adores, and you already know what he wants. You can’t even say you don’t want it, too, because you don’t think you could ever turn down the opportunity to have him like that. It’s just so bittersweet when it ends-

“I’m going to start on dessert,” Seokjin states as he gathers plates. Yoongi and Peaches are gone in record time, and Taehyung and Star follow not long after, though it takes considerably longer with the way Taehyung helps her. Seokjin calls after them all that he’ll have dessert ready in a little while, and Namjoon shoots you another look when Jimin and Pumpkin don’t move from the table. 

“C’mon,” Namjoon whispers, grabbing your hand and urging you down the hallway. “Get our bags, we’re gonna steal Jin’s room.”

“That doesn’t seem like the best idea,” You whisper in return, though you do in fact grab the bags as he directs. “Isn’t that also Pumpkin’s room? Are we sure she won’t murder us?”

“No, it’ll be fine, Jin would never let her.” The thought isn’t as comforting as Namjoon means it to be, but you manage to get your bags in the room and their bags out without anyone the wiser. 

You realize your mistake too late. This room only has one bed. A singular sleeping area. The den has couches, you would have been fine, but you can’t sleep here. You can’t share the bed with Namjoon; it’s entirely too dangerous. Getting to see him still completely sleep soft, warm against you as the two of you doze in the early morning light? 

There would be no coming back from that. 

The thought leaves nearly as quick as it enters, driven away by the slide of Namjoon’s arms as he wraps them around you. 

"Do you want it, Slick?" His voice is deep and rumbling, almost a purr in your ear, and it makes your knees weak. It's truly ridiculous how easy it is for him to rile you up, but fuck , can you really complain?

Except you can, because it's not what you want. It's not everything you want. You can't ask for more, though, not when he doesn't want to give it.

His hands snake towards the waistband of your pants - fancy grey pinstriped pants that you bought specifically because Namjoon told you that Seokjin has a fancy dress code for New Year's Eve - and your heart jumps up into your throat. You spin in his arms, doing your best to look enthusiastic. 

"I want to blow you," You tell him as you sink to your knees. He leans back against the wall and quirks a brow, but he nods his agreement.

You set to work almost immediately; you're determined to make this the best blowjob of his life. It's the least you can do. You don't tell him that, though; you can't tell him. Not this. Not that you're so deeply entrenched in your feelings for him that you're afraid if you don't get out now you won't be able to. Not that you can't bear to have him touch you because you're afraid of what will come out of your mouth, what you might say or reveal that he doesn't want to know. 

Not when you're going to have to end this, as you decided while laying in bed two nights ago, cold and exhausted and utterly alone. 

You focus again on Namjoon, reminding yourself to pay attention. His dick is big - big enough that your fingers can only barely meet when you wrap them around it, but it means your jaw aches deliciously when you go down on him, and you adore the feeling of it in your throat.

So you swallow him down completely, burying him to the hilt with one swift movement. You've been practicing, and it has clearly paid off if the choked moan that escapes him is any indication. His hands tangle in your hair, not pulling or pushing but instead just sitting there and moving with you as you pull off just to bury him again. 

You look up and are pleased to find that his eyes are screwed shut, jaw clenched tight against the moans building inside of his chest. But that won't do at all. The best blowjob of his life can't possibly be one where he doesn't even look at you.

To rectify the situation, you bring one hand up to tease at his balls, squeezing ever so slightly in the way you know he likes as you swallow around his cock. He does moan then, fingers clenching in your hair as he opens his eyes to look down at you. 

"Fuck, just like that, Slick," He pleads. "Again, please again, it's perfect." You comply, humming an affirmative around his dick that makes him shudder before you swallow around him again. "God, fuck , you're so fucking perfect. Fucking amazing, the best, I can't believe I get to have this-"

Namjoon continues, mumbling in and out of coherency as you bop your head up and down on his cock. He's thick and heavy in your mouth and it feels like heaven on your tongue - it always does - and just when you think you can never get enough-

"Fuck, I love you so much, Slick, you're a god damn angel."

You pull off his dick, staring wide-eyed at him. Namjoon whines and looks down at you, clearly not comprehending what's just come out of his mouth.

"Fuck," He mutters. "Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I don't...I'm so sorry I didn't want you to know, especially not like this. Shit. "

"Are you serious?" You ask as you stand back up. Namjoon makes a belated movement to help steady you, blood flowing back into your calves from where you were kneeled down for a while, but he stops himself. He doesn't even look at you, really, instead staring out the window nearby. "Namjoon, seriously. Did you mean that?"

"I mean…" He hesitates, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "Yeah. I did. I do. It's still new so I can't be entirely sure, but I think that's what this is." 

He heaves a sigh and tucks himself back into his slacks before moving to sit on the bed, one hand running through his platinum hair. 

"You weren't supposed to know," He mutters. "I thought I could keep it a secret. I didn't want to make it weird between us since you don't…" 

"Since I don't...feel the same?" You ask as you sit beside him. "You really...care about me like that?"

"Yeah," Namjoon whispers with a grin. It's fond and sweet and everything you've ever wanted and it's so unbearably familiar because it's how he's always looked at you. "Ever since we almost burned the lab down, I think."

"Same," You breathe, and you can't deny the way that you love the light that sparks in his eyes at that. "Ever since you ate the vegetables out of my rice and gave me your eggrolls." 

"Are you-"

"Yeah," You say with a laugh. "I guess we're kind of both at fault for this, then."

"Can I…" Namjoon trails off, searching for the words he wants. His hands move to wrap around yours, lacing your fingers together as he gives you a smitten smile. "We've been fucking for a while. As you know. But would you do me the honor of letting me make love to you?" 

You gulp, an audible and atrocious thing, because his words send a surge of desire straight to your core. He's right, you have been fucking, because that's the only thing the two of you can call it. You don't make eye contact, you don't sleep over, there are rules , but god, the two of you break everything else, so why not this?

"Please," You whisper.  

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands following quickly after to strip your clothes off. You can't be sure when his clothes join the pile on the floor, just that one moment your fists are clenched in his shirt and the next, you're raking your nails down his bare back as he sucks purple marks into your neck. 

"God, you're beautiful," He mutters. "Fucking divine." 

"Then I match you, don't I?" You whisper. Two of his fingers slide into you, and both of you moan at the feeling. He glides them against your walls, teasing that one spot inside of you that he knows you adore, and you whine a little.

"Patience, my dear," He chuckles. When you whine again he grins, dimples making your stomach flip. "Alright then, Slick. Let me get a condom."

"No," You say quickly. "We've been exclusive, right? No risk or anything like that. I've got the implant. 98% effective. I want…"

"Say it, love," Namjoon breathes, eyes never leaving yours. 

"I want to feel you. Please." He nods at your words and settles between your thighs once more. Your breath hitches in your throat at the thought of what's to come. 

"Tell me if you want to stop," he says as he presses kisses to your neck, up your throat, and across your cheeks. He does it all to distract you as he slides inside, but he doesn't need to. You've been fucking him for months now, you know exactly how big he is, and you're more than ready for it. 

What you aren't ready for is the way his skin feels against your walls, how you can feel every pulse and throb of his cock inside you. It's better than anything you've ever felt, beyond any descriptors you could find, and it only gets better as he slides out and then back in. 

His pace is slow but steady, a rhythmic glide to it that's making you obscenely wet. It's a stark contrast to the gentle way he kisses you, the softness of his lips against yours. The sound of his skin hitting yours fills the room as he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. 

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," You tell him, sliding your hands along every inch of skin you can get. 

Nothing is loud enough to mask the sound of the door opening, however, and when you glance over you can see that Hoseok and Cat have apparently finished whatever the fuck it was they were doing. 

You shy back, doing your best to cover yourself from their eyes, but Namjoon's pace doesn't falter. 

" Taken ," He growls. He doesn't even break eye contact as he does so, and the way his hand tightens on your hip makes you think he isn't just talking about the bedroom. 

Thankfully the couple disappears after that, closing the door behind them as they go, and it flips a switch inside Namjoon somehow. 

His pace speeds up, pistoning in and out of you mercilessly. He starts to angle his hips, searching until you finally cry out with your back arching up off the bed itself. He just smiles and continues to hit that spot, one hand moving to support your back while the other rubs teasing circles into your clit. 

"That's it, love," he purrs. "Wanna watch you come for me like this. Let yourself fall apart on my cock, Slick, I'll be right here. I've got you." 

You really wish you could figure out what exactly it is he does then; some kind of swivel of his hips while his fingers do some complicated twist or something, you have no doubt, but nevertheless, it's got you unraveling underneath him. You clench around him, harder than you ever have, and you can feel the sheets soaking underneath you from the strength of your orgasm. 

It takes barely two more thrusts for Namjoon to come as well, stilling slightly as his cum hits your walls for the first time. It's warm and you can feel it settling inside of you, but you can't say you don't enjoy it. 

You're both panting, out of breath and exhausted and having worked all the food Seokjin made out of your system. Namjoon disappears for a few seconds before returning with a warm cloth to clean you up; his hands are tender as he does so, and you find yourself falling even deeper. 

After a quick power nap and an even quicker quickie - because Namjoon insisted that it wasn't fair that you got to go down on him but he didn't get to go down on you - the two of you mingle with the others. Hoseok and Cat fit seamlessly into the group, filling a space you hadn't realized was missing during dinner. It's obvious to you, as you lean against the kitchen island and watch them all, just how much this group loves each other. Even the newcomers, like the new girlfriends, are absorbed so perfectly into the existing group that it's as if they never left.

Hell, even Pumpkin is smiling a little, although you can't be sure it's not just because Seokjin looks Like That. 

"Ooh, icing," Namjoon says as he comes to join you in the kitchen. Seokjin barely gets a chance to say anything as Namjoon drags his thumb across the white droplet and sucks it into his mouth. 

The baker looks horrified, and you wish you knew why. Namjoon agrees, based on the look on his face. 

"What?" Namjoon asks. "It was good." Seokjin's face is as pale as it can possibly get when he waves Namjoon away, and you have a sneaking suspicion of just what your boyfriend put in his mouth. 

You don't bother to hide your smile as said boyfriend comes over to you and hands you a glass of champagne.

"What are you so happy about?" He asks teasingly.

"You," You tell him honestly. It's worth it when he ducks his head, shy smile making his dimples stand out even as he tries to hide it. "I adore you."

Namjoon doesn't respond, just kisses you. He breaks away for a few minutes, saying something to someone else, and when the clock strikes midnight, he presses another gentle kiss to your lips.

"What are you wishing for?" He asks. 

"Midnight wishes? Really?" You tease. He cocks a brow and you smile. "I don't need to wish for anything. I got everything I wanted this year." 

"Really? Everything?" 

You nod, straightening his tie ever so slightly. "And what about you? What are you wishing for?"

"Oh, that's easy." He wraps an arm around you and grins. "For you to finally accept the bear I made you that day in the mall."

"Moni loves that thing, I couldn't possibly take it from him."

"But it's got a microscope! And a lab coat!"

Well then," You tell him, dropping your voice so the others won't hear. "I suppose you'll have to make me another." 

He glances over to where Yoongi and Peaches stand and then back to you. 

"Covert mission to also get another for Jisoo?"

"Glad we're on the same page here," You tell him with a smile.

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Bark at the Moon, Chapter 6: Slip Through

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Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

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Chapter Summary: No longer so alone, Papyrus is ready to tackle finding his brother--with Undyne's help, he's sure to find something...

“Okay! It should be late enough that most people'll be home for the night, so chances are no one will spot you, much less recognize you. That should take care of your concerns about being seen, right?”

"Good point," Papyrus agreed, taking another spoonful of the hearty soup Undyne had made. It was a little hard to grip his silverware, so eating was slow, but it was nice to have something hot so he wanted to savor it anyway. At least Undyne was way better at making soup than spaghetti. "It does make me a tad less trousled."

Undyne smiled. "Good. Once you're done there we'll get cleaned up and head out, okay?"

The rest of the evening was relatively quiet--the two traded banter while Papyrus finished his dinner, then they worked together to do the dishes and put things away. And then, all too soon--it was time to start their investigation, which meant stepping into a world Papyrus didn't know that he belonged in. He was sure it was just as ready for him as he was for it--which was to say, not at all.

But Undyne beckoned, and Papyrus shook himself out before reluctantly headed for the door. The outside world loomed, and for a moment he hesitated.... No, he needed to leave. Drawing a deep breath, he stepped out for what felt like the first time in ages. It was strange, feeling the cold again and snow crunching under his claws. But... it was so open... so spacious... he needed to run, to express all the energy he'd had to bottle up!

He tore off towards the nearby clearing, delighting in the wind rushing and newfound strength coursing through him as he galloped down the road. This was where he belonged! Out and about, doing, being! Not cooped up at home, that was sure. He barreled into the snow and rolled around, then got back to his feet and shook the snow from his bones. Oh that felt good! He was fully refreshed, like he'd finally shed the gloom that had washed over him in his house.

Undyne was laughing when she caught up with him, happy to see him acting more like his old self. “Feels good to get out, huh? Being a homebody doesn’t suit you. Alright, now, where do you think Sans might have gone?”

Papyrus stroked his chin. “Well, it's difficult to say, but his basic needs are a place to sleep and bad food... but no one’s reported him from Grillby’s, right?”

“No,” Undyne frowned. “You’d think that’s the first thing we’d hear about—it was Grillby himself who asked me to check up on him… so he’s either still going, or Grillby hasn’t gotten nervous yet. Seems like a good place to start either way!”

Papyrus nodded, and together they turned to head for the restaurant. It glowed a welcoming amber in the subterranean night, but Papyrus declined to enter the establishment, both on account of his current state as well as being firmly opposed to grease as a concept. So he sat in the snow opposite the building as Undyne went in, hoping there'd be lead on his brother. Grillby was, despite how Papyrus felt about the quality of his cooking, a good monster who knew his regulars well. And even if Sans was mad and avoiding him, surely he wouldn't avoid his favorite food.

“No one’s seen him,” Undyne relayed when she’d returned, looking downcast. “Grillby says he stopped coming about two and a half weeks ago. He was about to call me again, actually, it’s kinda funny.”

“Two and a half weeks… that’s when you came to visit.”

“Right,” Undyne said with a wincing smile. “So the timeframe matches… and… I guess there’s something else weird. Grillby almost didn’t tell me--he wasn't sure it was relevant. But… apparently he’s had kids come in a couple times now and order a few burgers to go. When they got asked by one of the other customers what they were for, all they said was that it was some flower monster who wanted them.”

Papyrus blinked. A flower.... “Why would a flower monster need someone to buy burgers for them?

“Dunno, but… Grillby said that what struck him as odd… was that it’s Sans’ favorite they keep ordering, and nothing else. They even ask for extra ketchup.”

“Hmm…” Papyrus trailed, not sure what to make of this information. A certain flower had been his friend in timelines past. Maybe he’d decided to become Sans’ friend this time around? He couldn't be sure, and it made him uneasy. He wasn't always his friend.

“Yeah, I dunno either,” Undyne continued, “but everyone asked how you were and what was up, so they miss you a lot. You better figure this thing out soon or you might have a visiting party from the dogs.”

“I… I’m touched,” Papyrus said softly; he hadn’t thought anyone would pay his absence any mind. They were all Sans’ friends, not his…

“Yeah! I told them you were taking a good long vacation since you tend to overwork yourself, and they bought it, but I think everyone’s looking forward to seeing you guys back in action. Anyway! I say we try and find this flower guy and talk to him. Ask him what he’s doing with those burgers.”

“…It is our only lead,” Papyrus agreed, narrowing his eyes. “If he’s hanging out with Sans, then that would certainly explain it.”

“Alright. I’ve always wanted to do a stakeout,” Undyne grinned, flashing her fangs. “Based on what Grillby told me, those kids should show up tomorrow. Let’s wait here all night and make sure we don’t miss ‘em.”

“An excellent strategy! I am with you one zillion percent!”

The two friends hunkered down in the snow just off the road and out of sight. Undyne couldn’t keep from shivering after a few hours in, so Papyrus darted back home to retrieve a blanket for her. It looked a little conspicuous draped over her shoulders, so with her approval he buried her in snow and left only a small space open for her to peer through. Halfway into the morning she was apparently cozy enough to fall asleep, but Papyrus didn’t mind. He could keep watch in the meantime.

It was just after Grillby unlocked his door for the morning that a trio of kids ran up—a pair of bunnies and a little reptilian child. They greeted the fire monster brightly, and he nodded to them before letting them stumble in. Papyrus prodded Undyne in her side, and she yelped—he’d forgotten he had particularly sharp digits now—but it got the message across. She tossed the blanket aside, shedding snow as she stood.

“Okay. You ready to do this?”

“I was born ready!” Papyrus replied, crouching in anticipation.

“Okay! I want you to stay back and track behind us while I get the kids to take me to the flower. I don't want anything to go unnoticed, so you'll keep an eye on the whole thing. Understand?”

“Oh… Yes! What a cunning plan! We will soon learn the truth with you at the helm!”

“Heck yeah! Alright, shh, here they come.”

The kids skipped from Grillby's, each with a small bag in their arms—or, in the little reptilian child’s case, their mouth. Papyrus could smell the grease from here, and regretted having such a powerful sense of smell in this form. At least it would make them easy to follow. He watched them trot down the street towards Waterfall, giggling and chatting to each other as they walked, discussing what they’d do with the extra money they were making. So, someone really was paying them to buy bad decisions…

Undyne waited until they were a bit further down the road to make her move, stepping out from the sidelines to follow them. Papyrus stayed within the trees, swift and silent on his feet as he trailed them, wondering where all this would lead.

“Hey guys!” Undyne called, waving casually to the trio as she caught up with them just outside Waterfall. They turned to face her, and the reptile dropped their bag on account of their jaw falling open.

“Oh my gosh! Yo! It’s Undyne!” the child exclaimed in a stunned whisper. “Act cool, she’s only the most awesome monster in the whole Underground!”

The bunnies exchanged looks, but smiled politely as the captain approached.

“You kids off to have a picnic?” she began, and the little ones milled around a bit before one of the bunnies answered.

“Um, no…”

“Really? Can I ask where you're taking those burgers then?”

The reptilian was quick to answer. “There’s this flower guy who loves ‘em! But his roots keep him from going inside Grillby’s, plus it's too cold for him in Snowdin anyway, so he has to ask us kids to get ‘em for him! We’re helping our fellow monsters, just like you want us to!”

“Good job,” Undyne said proudly. “Hey, I kinda want to meet this guy. Think I could tag along?”

“Um, I guess so?” the other bunny answered, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s nothing real special.”

The kids led the way with Undyne in tow, and Papyrus couldn’t help but feel hopeful. He kept just out of sight as they wound through the dark, damp halls of Waterfall, crossed the bridge, and came to a field of echo flowers. Amid the whispering expanse of eerie blue, there was a bright spot of yellow. It was a flower with face, stretched with a cheery smile.

“Howdy kids!” the flower chirped brightly. “Oh boy, you brought a new friend! Could this be the Undyne you’ve told me so much about?”

“It totally is!” the reptilian answered gleefully, dropping their bag again as they hopped. “She wanted to meet you! You’re sooo lucky!”

“I sure am!” the plant replied, but Papyrus thought there was something just a bit off in his expression. “And hey, looks like you brought everything else too!”

“Here you go, mister Flowey,” one of the bunnies said as the trio handed their bags over. “You must like burgers a whole lot if you eat so many. Doesn’t your momma tell you you’ll get sick if you eat too much of them?”

“Well, you wanna know something real sad? Flowers don’t exactly have moms,” Flowey replied, and the children gasped sadly.

“Yo, you never had a mom?!”

“That is so sad…”

“Miss Undyne, did you know he didn’t have a momma?!”

Undyne sighed. “Not everyone’s that lucky. You guys run home and hug your moms extra hard, okay?”

“Okay!” the trio chorused.

“Hey, but enough of that for now!” Flowey spoke again. “You guys have been a big help! Here’s your tip, hee hee!”

He tossed each of the kids a little sack of gold using a thin vine, and the three ran off, giggling and waving. Undyne stayed behind, as did Flowey. The two eyed one another for a moment, until Undyne broke the quiet.

“Listen, I won’t keep you long, but I came with those kids because I need to ask you something. I need to know if you’ve seen or know the whereabouts of a man named Sans. He’s a skeleton monster about yea tall, and tends to wear a blue jacket and black shorts. Know him?”

“Hmm…” Flowey tapped a vine to his chin. “Doesn’t sound familiar. Can I ask why you’re looking for him? Did he do something bad?”

“No. He went missing about two weeks ago, and we were given the impression you might know something,” Undyne replied, folding her arms.

“Who told you that? I’m just a flower, I don’t get out much,” Flowey replied, looking offended.

“Well… from what we’ve heard, that’s when you started asking those kids to get burgers for you, and they happen to be Sans’ favorite.”

“...That’s your lead? Really?” Flowey scoffed as he reached into the closest bag to unwrap a burger and bit into it. “Listen. I’m stuck out here in Waterfall. It took me forever to come across anything like Grillby’s cooking, and now, I can’t get enough of it. Can you really blame me for asking my fellow monsters to help a guy out? Is that so wrong?”

“Well, no,” Undyne huffed. “But—”

“Listen, I’m sorry to hear about this Sans guy, and I hope you find him. But I just really like these burgers. I had no idea he liked them too—hey, I can’t blame him, hee hee! I’ll let you know if I see anything, but this is the first I’ve even heard of him,” Flowey said, tilting his head in a shrug before taking another bite. Undyne pursed her lips.

“Well, thanks, I guess. Sorry to bother you. Let the Guard know if you do find anything.”

She marched away with brows furrowed, and Papyrus lingered to watch Flowey just a bit longer. Flowey waited until she was definitely out of the room to spit his mouthful of food out, his lip curled as he glared in her direction. Then he gathered up the bags with his vines and disappeared into the earth.

Papyrus went from feeling disappointed to terrified.

His magic pulsing through him in a panicked rush, he left his spot in the shadows to investigate where Flowey had vanished. He found a small mound of upturned soil and no other physical signs, but there was a smell. Not the smell of fresh grease from Grillby’s, nor the scent of clammy mud and grass, though all were present. No, this was a smell that made his magic coil so tensely in his chest he thought it might burst, a smell that made him shiver from skull to tailtip at its presence.

It was the faint smell of earthy bone and stale ketchup.

Flowey was a liar.

Flowey was, very often, not a good person and wouldn’t even try sometimes. Papyrus had hoped that with the dearth of resets lately he might have given up on playing with everyone’s lives, but it seemed this was not the case. He still hoped, naturally, that one day Flowey would make the right choice, but with him acting the way he had, and Sans being how he was now…

Papyrus groaned. Maybe Sans was happy. He was alive, at least, and even if Flowey had him trapped somewhere, somehow, he was getting out of work, probably napping a lot and being brought his favorite food. He’d said himself that was all Sans really needed… Maybe Sans just didn’t want to come home after all. He hoped it was like that.

“Papyrus…?” Undyne’s voice echoed from down the corridor, and he perked up. He glanced back down at the little clump of dirt where Flowey had been, and pushed his heartbreak aside. If Sans was happy somewhere, then so was he. He heaved a sigh, and trotted to catch up with his captain.

"Did you see something?" Undyne asked when he caught up, and he glanced around before answering in a low voice.

"No, not a thing! How frustrating," he huffed. "I suppose there's nothing for it but to keep waiting. However long that is..."

Undyne considered his words, then turned to him with a grin. "Hey! Rather than stay cooped up in your house again, how about you come over to mine? You know, for a sleepover."

Papyrus blinked. "Really?"

"Sure! I also know a couple spots where NO ONE ever comes, so we can hang out there and you don't have to worry about being seen. That'd be pretty nice, right?"

Papyrus was taken aback. "Well, certainly, b-but--are you sure that's proper? F-for you? There's etiquette and such, I read it in the Royal Guard handbook handbook."

"Psh, I don't care about what's proper! All that etiquette stuff is a TOTAL DRAG! AND! I'M THE CAPTAIN! I DECIDE WHAT RULES TO ENFORCE! And I say SCREW 'EM! I care about my friend, who's been stuck alone in his house for way too long. It'll be fun!"

Papyrus hemmed and hawed. Was it really okay...? Undyne thought so, and after everything today he wasn't sure he could take being alone another night. She had called him her friend... he almost couldn't believe it... But he knew he shouldn't stay by himself again. "Um... well... alright. It does sound nice."

"HECK yeah it does!" Undyne beamed, punching him in the shoulder playfully. "Now come on, I dunno about you but we've been out long enough. Let's head back to my place."

Papyrus let her lead the way along the winding corridors and yawning chasms of Waterfall until they reached the quiet corner where Undyne's house sat. He followed her in and immediately slipped on the ceramic tile floor, his legs sliding out from under him with a scrape. He groaned, and Undyne stifled a laugh as she helped him stand.

"I guess there is one problem with you staying here," she teased as they hobbled over to the table together. "Good thing it's not a big one!"

"Just embarrassing," Papyrus griped as he sat, carefully balancing with all four feet crammed on the chair. He drummed his claws as Undyne puttered around the kitchen, making what turned out to be tea.

"Figured something warm would be nice," she said, setting a cup before him as she joined him, and for a little while they sat quietly as it cooled. But Undyne always got contemplative when she made tea, and it wasn't long before she spoke. "You know... it's weird, but... I've gotten pretty used to you being like this. It's actually really cool."

"You mean it?" Papyrus asked, and she nodded.

"Yeah! I don't think any other monster can transform like you do, and into this awesome skeleton... beast thing? If I were a human, I'd surrender after just looking at you!"

Papyrus fidgeted. "Well, I suppose that's good..."

He didn't really want to be intimidating. That'd been what he wanted. A reason why they hadn't been allowed to change.

Apparently his discomfort was obvious, because Undyne's mood shifted. "But... being scary... that's not your style, huh? You really don't want to look like this. And it's been getting to you, and now Sans too... Maybe I'm way off, but I get the feeling... this isn't really something you want, and it's actually kind of serious."

"It's nothing to be worried about!" Papyrus uttered quickly. "I'm fine! I just miss my fashions, and my dashing good looks, and holding things like a person who doesn't have sharp claws! And fitting in my bed without having to fold myself up, and going grocery shopping, and not being trapped in my own home, and--and--"

"Hey, easy there," Undyne soothed, extending a hand across the table. "I know it's been rough on you, and Sans being gone hasn't helped. But we'll find him, and you'll get through this. Uh... hey! We should go shopping together sometime! There's whole sections for monsters with your body type, you've got all kinds of options open now. That sounds fun, right?"

Papyrus managed a laugh. "I suppose. I... I guess I ought to consider the fact this is my life now..."

He didn't want to give up. He wasn't going to! He just... had to accept that for the foreseeable future, this was how things would be. He'd said as much to Sans, hadn't he? That they should embrace all that they were? As much as he wanted to go back to his other form... he should just accept this one for now.

"That's a good idea, Undyne. Thank you. I think I should just forget worrying about it."

Undyne smiled, though not as widely as she liked to. "That might be the best idea. I also think... we should get some rest. We sorta stayed up most of the night."

She squinted for a moment.

"And now that I think about it, we didn't really need to. It's not like those kids were gonna show up at 3am..."

Papyrus chuckled. "Nyeh heh, but we were ready! Who knows! Maybe they had planned a daring escapade, sneaking out from under their parent's noses to acquire illicit grease!"

"Well, they wouldn't have gotten very far, considering Grillby's was closed by then."

"That's! A fair point. Whatever, we still had fun!"

Undyne grinned. "Yeah we did. But, I'm pretty worn out from all that, and I've still gotta patrol later, so we should rest."

"I suppose. I'm not sleepy, but... Some time to 'chill' might be nice..."

"Sounds good to me. I'm gonna take a nap, you can hang out here. Help yourself to any snacks, I don't mind."

"Okay. I will be polite about it, not to worry! Now, if it were Sans, you might..." he started to joke, but sadness overcame him. "Sans... I hope he's really okay..."

"I'm sure he's fine, wherever he is," Undyne replied, the slightest edge to her voice. "Come on, let's relax and not worry about things for a bit. You're not gonna find him any faster by stressing."

He let her take the lead again, helping her lay some spare blankets on the floor so he wasn't constantly sliding around and had a place to lay down if he wanted. But once she retired to her room, he was left in the quiet of her home. And there was nothing to keep his thoughts from echoing louder and louder within his skull.

Where was Sans? Was Flowey really responsible for his disappearance? What did he want with him anyway? If he was handling this so poorly, how was Sans holding up? Would he be alright? It hadn't been too long since he left, but in the state of mind he'd been in, and how stressed they'd been before--it had only taken him a few days to slip into old habits. Even without Flowey interfering, would Sans still...?

Papyrus curled up in the blankets and shivered as quietly as he could.

At breakfast the next day, Undyne let him know he could stay as long as he wanted, and he agreed--it was a major improvement over staying in his home alone. But as generous as Undyne's offer was, her house was even smaller than his and it only took a couple days for him to get antsy again. She came back from a shift to find him attempting to walk on the ceiling using blue magic, and her startled shout broke his concentration. He fell most of the way before catching himself and floating the rest, landing deftly on his feet. He fidgeted sheepishly under her perplexed gaze before explaining.

"I. Um. Was very bored."

Undyne blinked, and rubbed her forehead with a finger as she stepped the rest of the way into her house. "I can tell, but now there's claw marks in the plaster."

"Sorry."

"Hah! It actually looks rad, so don't worry about it. But geez, I guess being cooped up in one house isn't much better than being cooped up in another. Do I need to get you like, a chew toy or something?"

Papyrus lowered his brows. "That sounds nice... and I hate it."

"Gotcha. I just know it helps the dogs stay focused on a slow shift. I could check some stuff out of the library?"

"I've already read most of my books back home, I don't know if I want to read more..." Papyrus sighed, laying down dejectedly. "I want to do things..."

Undyne frowned. "Man, I really hate seeing you like this... And you're dead-set on not going outside?"

"Not where anyone can see," Papyrus huffed. "If Sans were here, he could just take me somewhere with a shortcut... but I guess he had better things to do."

"Hey, I know he's happy to slack off and ditch anything that looks like work, but I don't believe for a second he'd completely abandon you," Undyne snapped. "He's out there somewhere, and we'll find him--but for now, you're getting out of the house."

"How?!"

"I told you, I know some spots that are way out of the way--no one'll ever see you. I usually use 'em to train.. or.... um... reenact scenes from human history stuff Alphys has shown me... But! It's perfect! I've got another patrol in a bit, so we can head over now and you can hang out there until I'm done. How's that sound?"

Papyrus mulled it over. "And you promise no one will see?"

Undyne nodded firmly. "You have my word. C'mon, let's get some snacks and stuff for you and get going."

"Um... maybe I will take that chew toy too. Just in case."

Undyne beamed, and together they packed a small sling of supplies. Together, they snuck furtively through passages and halls before coming to a grotto leading up a cliff face. Undyne rolled her shoulders, then vaulted up the walls, quickly scaling them; after only a few moments of consideration, Papyrus followed her, leaping most of the way before digging in with his claws and hauling himself the rest of the way up. They traversed another passage, ducking stalactites and squeezing through when the passage narrowed to a fraction of its original width. It was clear why no one ever came this way--it was a hassle just to get through.

But finally the hall opened into a sizable cavern, illuminated by massive spires of glowing crystals, and a still lake filled one side towards the back. A cliff thrust dramatically over the water, and Papyrus instantly knew Undyne used it to practice monologues. No wonder she liked this spot.

"We're here!" she said cheerfully, spinning on her heel to face him as she gestured at the scenery. "I've explored every cranny of this place. There are no other offshoots of any tunnels, and it's so far away no one can hear you scream as you reach your next power level. You can do whatever you want here!"

"Thank you for showing it to me, Undyne. But now I know this secret about you," Papyrus teased.

"And if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you," Undyne replied, a smile still on her face.

"I gladly accept!"

Undyne coughed laughing. "Oh my god! Papyrus!"

"Not to worry, Undyne, I only jest! I would never tell anyone your secrets. I'd say my lips are sealed, but I don't have any!"

Undyne burst out laughing again, and Papyrus waved his tail from side to side--joking around with Undyne always made him feel better. It was too bad she had to leave, but she had a job to do.

"Well hey, I gotta head out, but we'll hang out here after I'm done, okay?" she promised, and he watched her go feeling optimistic. He still hated having to stay away from everyone, but... at least this place was big enough to run around in.

He turned to study the cavern once more--then unhooked the sling of goodies from his spines and took off, dashing around the room, splashing through the shallows of the lake, climbing the rock formations only to leap and take off again. Oh, to run and jump and move again, why, he could just--

He opened his jaws wide to let a beam of pure magic sear through the air. He snapped his mouth shut and skidded to a halt in surprise--oh. Too soon. He'd have to get a better handle on that one for sure.

Heaving a sigh, Papyrus shook himself out with a clatter and paced over to the sling he'd left on the cave floor. Pulling it open with claws and teeth, he eyed the chew toy--a little rubber newspaper--and picked it up before walking over to the lakeside and laying down. Despite his initial reluctance to take it, it had occurred to him that if he really was going to work to accept his form as it was, he might as well indulge some of the instincts he had. It was surprisingly satisfying to squeeze the rubber between his teeth as he thought, and it helped with the general fidgetiness he'd been feeling of late.

No wonder the dogs liked this kind of thing. It was actually pretty calming.

Eventually, he lost interest though. He set the toy aside and wandered over to the other things they'd packed. Snacks... no, he wasn't hungry. He pushed a can of peanuts away, and it rolled with a clatter... He looked at it pointedly and pushed it again, harder. It rolled further and he hopped to give chase, batting and pawing at it, sending it spinning across the cave floor. He pounced on it--and it skidded from under his claws right into the lake. He went after it, but it was too late--it had already sunk out of sight. He lashed his tail in frustration, his toy gone--but a flash of white beneath the water's surface caught his eye.

He crept to the edge--and was soon entertaining himself by chasing eyeless cave fish around the shallows, summoning tiny bone mazes and watching as they wove through the obstacles to avoid him. But eventually they fled to the depths where he feared to tread, and he left the water to shake and dry off. Oh, that chewy thing looked fun again.

A sound caught his attention--one that wasn't made by him. It felt like a really long time since there'd been any sounds, and he rose into a low crouch as he listened to it draw near. A hard, clanking sound, something big--wait, he knew what it was! A friend! He'd play with them.

"Papyrus! I'm back!" Undyne called into the cavern, and was immediately tackled from behind. She rolled onto her back and kicked, sending her assailant flying with a yelp. She got to her feet, already beaming. "Hah! You thought you could pull one over on ME?! I'm the Captain of the Royal freakin' Guard, punk!"

Papyrus had risen as well, and fixed her with a daring look--before taking off across the room, only to circle back and bark at her when she didn't follow.

"What, you think this is a GAME?!" she bellowed, and took off after him. They wove around the room, throwing out bones and spears alike to try tripping each other up; Undyne was fast, but on four legs, Papyrus was faster and ran circles around her, sometimes stopping just out of reach as if to taunt her.

Wait. Why wasn't he just taunting her?

"Dude, Papyrus, timeout," she called, slowing to a jog. Papyrus continued to trot around her mockingly. She scowled, and cast a spear horizontally in his path--he leapt over it easily and didn't slow down at all, jumping over it again as he circled back around. "Oh come on!"

He trilled something that almost sounded like "nyeh heh heh", and Undyne squinted.

"Uh, Papyrus...? Why aren't you talking?"

Finally, he seemed to slow down, and confusion danced briefly on his face. But then he went back to trotting at full speed, that mischievous look back on his face.

Undyne frowned, and brandished another spear. With a wave, Papyrus' soul flashed green, and he was suddenly locked in place. He gave a playful growl as he spun to face her, tail lashing. Light gathered in his jaws--Undyne lunged forward, wrapping her hand around his muzzle. His eyes went wide in surprise, and white-hot sparks shot from between his teeth as he coughed on his unfired beam. Undyne let him go, and he spluttered for a bit more before shaking himself out and staring at the ground.

"Ahem. Oh dear."

"Papyrus?"

He looked up at her. "Yes."

Undyne made a face at him. "Did you forget how to talk or something?"

Papyrus winced. "Um. Maybe a little."

"How does that even happen? Are you okay?" Undyne asked, and Papyrus shook himself out again before sitting and staring at his feet.

"It's so easy sometimes," he uttered, and she lowered a brow.

"To forget how to talk?"

"To forget how to person."

Undyne grimaced. "Is that... part of your... um. Transformation?"

Papyrus shrugged. "A little, I guess. There are some things that just make more sense, like this. Like, how to smell things, how to chase... It's like parts of my brain wake up--or would, if I had a brain. But, it's like other parts want to sleep. Ones that... supposedly are less useful."

Undyne saw the subtle shiver that ran through him.

But Papyrus quickly puffed his chest out. "But it's fine! They only want to sleep, and I don't sleep! I slipped up a little bit today, but that's okay! I'm still me!"

"Yeah you are," Undyne affirmed, punching him lightly in the shoulder and knocking him off balance. "Still, should I, uh, be worried about it?"

"No! Because you'll be able to break me out of it! You're great at breaking things!"

"Heck yeah! Don't worry Papyrus, I've got your back," Undyne reassured him. "You ready to head home?"

"Yes! I think I'm in sore need of some bad television. Just the thing to take my mind off losing my mind!"

"Papyrus, oh my god."

It was much later, long after Undyne had gone to bed, that Papyrus let himself think about what had happened. It was unsettling how easily he'd given in to instinct today. And sure, he was trying to accept himself for what he was, and that meant accepting those instincts too. But until he was used to engaging all parts of his mind equally--as easily as he'd once exchanged one form for another--it was too easy to slip firmly into what he had wanted him to be. Was it really their training that made it so alluring, or was it something intrinsic about this form that made acting on instinct so easy...?

He really had to wonder how Sans was doing on that front.

The doctor had had him the longest, pushed him the hardest. He'd never been able to mold him into the perfectly obedient weapon he desired, but he'd worn him down until there was little left but his instincts, and that was almost as good in the doctor's eyes. Papyrus had managed to encourage him to reclaim the full range of his senses and intelligence, but it hadn't been easy, and Sans had relapsed many times before they'd finally sent the doctor to his fate.

But they weren't in the lab anymore; wherever Sans was, Papyrus had doubts it was nearly as harsh.

[pinkyhim]

Saved pt.3

Cat!Jimin x Brat Bunny!Jungkook x Human!Reader

part 1    part 2      part 4    part 5     part 6     part 7

Warnings- Swearing

Fluff

Tiny ish drama

Y/N= Your name L/N= Your last name F/N= Your first name

Authors note- Since the last was so short I decided to write ANOTHER <3 love you all (I tried to make it longer peeps) Sorry for any grammar errors

 > _ < Ask and you shall receive  @ madygswich <3

Summary ~  Y/N comes home one day to find that her apartment has been robbed, scared of it ever happening again she decides to adopt hybrids Jimin and Jungkook

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“What the fuck???!!” I was woken up by an angry Jungkook standing at the door way

I jolted up at the sound at Jungkook woah he is actually talking for once? I was about to get up but I felt a pair of arms trapping me in 

Jimin woke up also rubbing his eyes as he was met with a angry Jungkook

I stared over at the clock 8:45 AM shit! i’m going to be late! I bolted out of the bed not even glancing at Jungkook who was fuming and ran to the bathroom with my clothes in hand

“Why were you in that girls bed?!” Jungkook asked crossing his arms

“Why do you even care Jungkook?” Jimin asks sitting up

But before Jungkook could answer Jimin shot up and left remembering that you had work

“Pleeease don’t go Y/N” Jimin said as he grabbed my shoulder

“Sorry, Jimin I have to go” I spotted Jungkook in the hallway staring at us

“When I get back we can go to the mall and get you guys some things” I said directing it to Jungkook 

“Can’t you just miss one day???” Jimin says turning into a baby

I laugh dryly “I think my boss would kill me if I miss anymore days” 

Jimin pouts 

“Don’t worry i’ll be back soon, there's some leftovers in the fridge for you guys” I say as I open the door “Please don’t make the house a complete mess either” I say and I shut and lock the door

Good god, I hope I didn’t just make a huge mistake I thought as I made my way to my car when I arrived at work I was thirty minutes late Damn it  I thought semi-running to the building Stupid skirt I thought adjusting my pencil skirt

When I made it to my desk my coworker Kim Seokjin gave me a look 

“The boss asked to see you Y/N” He said sipping his coffee 

“What? When?” I asked putting my bag down

“Twenty minutes ago” He said chuckling “You’re so dead”

I shot up from my seat and made my way to my boss’s office I heard Seokjin laughing Asshole I thought as I knocked the door

“Come in Miss Y/N” I heard him say Oh shit i’m screwed

I walk into the office as I nervously take a seat

“This is the fourth time you’re late this month alone” He says staying dangerously calm

“I’m sorry it won’t happen again” I say twiddling with my thumbs 

He sighs as he rubs his forehead

“Y/N you say that every time but nothing seems to be changing”

Oh shit I can’t get fired I just adopted two hybrids!

“Is there anything I can-” 

“I will let you off with a warning this time, but if it happens again....You know what will happen” He says 

I nod and stand up bowing, when I leave his office I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding Thank god Taehyung is such a nice person I thought as I made my way back to my desk

“Did he fire you?” Was the first thing Seokjin asked me

“You don’t seem too worried” I say rolling my eyes

“I had a feeling that you wouldn’t get fired it seems like Mr. Kim has a thing for you” He says winking

I snort “Ha, yeah right” I say “Mr. Kim is like god, while i’m like a cockroach” 

“Well I guess you’re right about the cockroach part” Seokjin says as I smack his shoulder

“So, how are your hybrids can I meet them?” Seokjin asks

“I’m not sure Jin...I don’t know if they will be very welcoming” I say

“I’m sure it will be okay, plus I can bring Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon” Seokjin says excited 

I’m sure that Yoongi and Jimin will get along since they are both cats, but i’m not sure about Hoseok and Namjoon since they are both wolfs

“I don’t think so Jin, I don’t want them to get too comfortable on their first day” I say as Seokjin nods understanding me

“Sometime in the future then” He says smiling

I had ordered some furniture for Jungkook as I had an empty room in my apartment, I was surprised to get a call on my way home telling me that they would be at my home in twenty minutes

As I unlocked my door I was surprised to see the apartment still intact I was sure that it would have been a total wreck by now 

As I took my shoes off I saw Jimin and Jungkook playing on my xbox 

“Y/N! You’re home” Jimin says running up to me giving me a big hug

“Actually I wanted to tell you guys that so-”

The doorbell rang as both of the boys snapped their head towards the door

“Y/N who’s that?” Jimin asked

“I actually bought Jungkook a bed since I had an empty room” I say as I walk toward the door and open it 

“Hello! I’m Calvin from Happy Homes Furniture I gave you a call earlier?” I saw two men standing at my door 

“Ah yes i’m Y/N” I say extending my hand as the man shook it I could of sworn I heard Jungkook growl yet again but I ignored it 

 Calvin and the other man brought the bed in with some other furniture I bought for Jungkook’s room 

“So, are you single?” Calvin asks me both of the hybrids head shoot up from the couch to watch us

“U-um yes” I say laughing nervously 

“Seriously, you’re such a beautiful lady” He says smirking putting his hand on my waist

“U-Um I do-”

“If you want after i’m done we can-” He was cut off as Jimin sprung off of his seat and pushed him on the ground

“Get your filthy hands off her”

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[heliosthegriffin]

Dead Knight’s VII

AN: Beginning of Chapter Two

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Summer was right, he did feel like garbage when he woke up. Everywhere that he got hit last night, along with his hand, felt like they bruised and sore, despite the fact he had no injuries what so ever.

Not a single bruise, scratch, or black eye.

He really could have used this back in high-school.

A growl then sounded out from Jaune’s stomach, a very loud and high pitched growl. With a wave of primal hunger awakening inside of him.

“Ugh.”

‘Looks like someone is awake!’

“Morning Summer.”

Jaune’s stomach growled again.

He could feel a smirk on Summer’s bony face.

‘And hungry too.’

“I feel like I could eat horse.”

‘Don’t eat horsies! What have they ever done wrong to you?’

“Well, one time at my grandma’s farm I got thrown off my one.”

‘Well, you probably deserved it.’

“Pfff. Maybe. I wasn’t exactly the most intelligent child and I may or may not have put my fingers in its ears.”

Summer bursted out into the laughter at that.

“Hey, I thought you were my friend why are you laughing at me?”

That only made her laugh harder.

It took a minute for Summer to stop laughing.

Then a question hit Jaune, actually many questions went through his blond head.

“Hey, Summer. Last night you said we should wait for you to explain everything to me, well I got a couple questions that I think I want some answers too.”

Summer went quiet at that, and mulled over the words.

Then she shrugged. ‘Sure, why not. Not like there’s anything we can do right now in the daylight. Oh, and by the way, you’re not wanted for anything, I went out this morning and there’s not suspects for the assault last night.’

That was a weight off Jaune’s back that he didn't’ know he had, and he let out a breath of relief.

“Alright,” Then Jaune froze in horror as a terrible question rose in his mind. “Summer, I failed Beacon’s Initiation right?”

‘Well considering you died, got back up and then walked off, I imagine, yes you failed quite hard.’

“Yeah, that’s my point. Does Beacon know I died?! Did they see me walk off, or have had me declared dead yet?!”

Summer’s silence was telling.

“Well?”

‘I don’t know.’

“What do you mean you don’t know? Aren’t you like all-knowing and stuff?”

‘When did I ever say that?’

“I don’t thought, I just assumed since you’re a Darkness damned grim reaper!”

‘Jeez, potty mouth, if had a wallet I’d make you put a lien in the swear jar!’

“That’s my point, if I’m legally dead how am I suppose to get my wallet back from Beacon!”

‘Oh... Oh. Oh, that is a problem isn’t it?’

“Yes it’s a problem.” Jaune paused for second. “Wait if you’re not all-knowing and stuff, how’d you find out that they’re no suspects for assaulting that cop?”

‘I watched the news like everyone else.’

Jaune looked at Summer in utter confusion. “How do you watch the news?”

Summer rolled her eyes. ‘Just because I’m incorporeal, doesn’t mean I’m blind. I can see and hear just as fine as I did when I as alive, maybe even more so now.’

Jaune was still confused but choose to process that information for later.

His stomach growled again.

Another question came to his mind. “Hey, Summer? Do I still have to eat?”

‘Yeah, why wouldn’t you?’

“Well, since I’m dead and all, I figured, well, that I don’t really need anything?”

‘Uh, well calling you dead may not be the best term actually, you still breath, have a pulse and stuff, but unless you want to go insane from hunger panes you’ll still need to eat. Even though I could just continue to rebuild your body from scratch. But, even if I did it wouldn’t get rid of your biological needs, infact it would only compounds them and make the urges stronger, till they overwhelmed you, driving you insane.’

“Oh,” Jaune said, a little overwhelmed. “That makes sense I guess.”

‘I should hope so, because it leads into what I have to say next.’ “Alright, hit me with it.”

‘Gotcha, alright remember last night when I touched you and you got super-strong and felt no pain, and then I told you that you’ll feel like garbage in the morning?’

“Yes, I do remember that I feel like I went eight rounds with a garbage truck and lost, I really did need to remember that.”

‘Well, ok Mr. Smart Butt. What I did was called Vigor, It’s where I convert your life-energies into strength and healing, dulling your pain in the process.’

“Wow, so I become like a super zombie or something?”

‘Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, when I dull your pain, It only blocks it temporarily, which in theory I can do indefinitely, but would create a problem of pushing that pain away till it builds up beyond my ability to numb, so it’s overwhelms you as feel all the pain I suppressed.’

“Yesh, that sounds bad.”

‘Yesh, is a understatement, I’ve seen Servants spent months fighting with their pain blocked and then it’s released they go quiet, then start screaming. Some have to be released immediately cause they go insane and attack everybody, including they’re reaper.’

Jaune gulped, not needing an explanation on being released, and the idea of being so overwhelmed with pain that you become a danger to everyone around you.

‘So, anyway, you’re feeling all the damage you took yesterday and along with the pain of regeneration. It may hurt right now, but you’re pain threshold will increase and you’ll learn to live with it.’

“Ok,” Jaune took a couple minutes to think on that, still feeling overwhlemed, achey, and very hungry.

His stomach kept growling.

“I need food.”

‘I had a suspision you might.’

“I have no money.”

‘Oh, that’s a shame.’

“Summer, please help me out here!”

‘What do you want me to do? I don’t have pockets, in case you haven’t noticed!’

“I don’t know, can’t you phase around and find some loose lien or something!”

‘Sure, why not, I’ll just fly around till I find some, like so!’ Summer then floated through ceiling. ‘Who knows maybe there’s a big ol’ bag of money up...’

“Summer?”

‘Jaune.’

“Yes?”

‘There’s a big ol’ bag of money up here.’

“Oh.”

‘Jaune, I think we need to leave.’

“Why?”

‘Because normal people don’t just leave bags of money lying around.’

“How much are we talking about? Anything else?”

‘I don’t know, but it can’t be less than ten thousand lien.... Also, drugs, lots and lots of drugs.’

“Summer, did you have me sleep in a drug den?” Jaune said looking very suspiciously at the couch.

‘If I say, that I didn’t know it was a drug den, would you promise to not be mad a me?’

“I make no such promises.”

‘I understand, by the way I sense around ten souls heading towards this house, and two of them have unlocked auras.’

“I don’t know what Aura is, but it sounds pretty bad.” ‘Jaune, I’m going to be honest with you. You’re about to get the butt kicking of the lifetime.’

Jaune felt Summer put her paw on his shoulder. A surge of energy blast through him.

“But at least I won’t go down with out a fight.”

It was at that moment the door was flung open as two black hair girls, with one in red and the other white, strode in followed by eight men in black suits.

“Well,” The one in red said.

“Well,” The one in white echoed.

“ Well, What do,”

“We have here?”

“We heard that,”

“There was a rat scurrying around,”

“One of our houses?”

“But, you look more like,”

“A bunny rabbit!”

“So, bunny what are you doing in,” The one in white said.

“Our house!” The red one finished, as a pair of claws slid down her hands, as what Jaune could only assume is her sis flashed her bladed heels.

Jaune gave a awkward smile. “Uh, would you believe me if I said, I just needed a place to crash?”

“”NO!”“ Both twins echoed, creeping forwarded as the men behind them fanned out across the exits.

Jaune let out a sigh and put up a weak guard. “Is there any chance I could convince you pretty ladys out of a fight?”

They both laughed.

“No.” They said in unison.

“Yeah, that’s about what I figured.”

A kick to his abdomen was Jaune’s signal that the fight has begun.

[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

A Helping Hand- Chapter One

◇ Jungkook x reader ◇ Neighbor AU ◇ 5K {1/?}

Summary: The minute the word ‘fuck’ slipped from your daughter’s lips Jungkook saw his life flash before his eyes. He’d been in love with you for a while and the last way he wanted you to find out was by your daughter telling you two to fuck. Seriously he was going to kill Jimin for ever telling her that.

Warnings: Fluff alert

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“Ha-eun, I swear if you unlock that front door, I’ll put you straight in time out.” You warned upon hearing the familiar click of the deadbolt unlocking.

  A second later the sound of it relocking was heard followed by your daughter huffing impatiently. At six years-old Ha-eun already acted like a teenager stifled by their parents’ babying, and while she tested as smarter than those her age, Ha-eun would always remain your little girl. She was the light of your life. One of the few good things to ever happen to you, but that didn’t stop Ha-eun from driving you crazy sometimes.

   “Hurry up, we’re going to be late, mommy!” Ha-eun ordered with a stomp of her foot.

“You did not just stomp your foot at me, young lady.” You called out, putting the finishing touches of your makeup on. Taking one last glance at the mirror to make sure you look as professional as possible, you grabbed your purse and headed to the living room where your  daughter waited expectantly.

   Ha-eun glared at you arms folded over her chest. Her lips pursed together in away that would make the Karen’s of the world jealous. When she finally did grow up, Ha-eun undoubtedly would be a force to be reckoned with. For now though, you couldn’t take her seriously  with her sailor moon backpack and light up shoes. “You took forever getting ready.” Ha-eun bemoaned, “Now Kookie is going to think I’m the reason we’re late.”

  You rolled your eyes. “Well excuse me your majesty. I only woke up, cooked breakfast, cleaned, and  put your hair in bear buns before getting ready for work-which may I remind you pays so we can live here.”

     Ha-eun’s dark eyes narrowed. “I hate it when you use mom-scuses.”

      “So do I, but unfortunately I’m a mom and I kinda like my kid for some reason.”

An exasperated sigh escaped her along with an eye roll. Yup, she definitely was six going on sixteen. “Can we go now? I want to see Kookie.”

  “Wow, I see how loved I am.” You teased unlocking the door. You bit back whatever comment you had about her seeing the young man only yesterday. In all honesty, you couldn’t blame Ha-eun for liking him so much. The boy next door was wonderful in ways that drove you crazy. He personified prince charming, and the girl who won his heart would undoubtedly be the luckiest thing on the planet.

  The thought brought a bitter taste to your mouth, but you pushed it back. As handsome and amazing Jeon Jungkook was, he remained four years your junior. You highly doubted he saw you as anything more than the Noona next door. Moreover Jungkook had unlimited potential to go far in life. Something you gave up when you dropped out of college to raise Ha-eun. “Stop it. There’s no point in thinking about such things.” You murmured slapping your cheeks.

    Ha-eun gave you a curious look. “Thinking about what, mommy?”

You give her a cheesy grin. “Nothing baby, mommy’s being silly.”

“Oh, okay.” Ha-eun said, sounding not entirely convinced. Thankfully she turned her attention to the front door leading to your neighbor’s apartment. “Can I knock now?”

  “Of course, I’m surprised you haven’t yet.” That earned you another eye roll. You swore one day your daughter would get her eyes stuck from rolling them so hard.

  Standing as prim as possible Ha-eun knocked on the door. On the third knock the door swung open to reveal your neighbor dressed in a white shirt and torn jeans. His dark brown hair a messy mop that suggested he had yet to brush it. Your mouth dried at the sight as arousal pooled between your legs. Subsciously you closed them embarrassed by how easily turned on you were.        

    “Ha-eun! (Y/N)! Good to see you this morning.”” he cheered, eyes lighting up. His plush lips split into a wide bunny like smile. It only made your situation worse. Seriously it should be illegal to be this attractive so early in the morning.

   “Jungkook.” You nodded, swallowing back your desire. “Thanks again for helping watch Ha-eun on such short notice. I swear I’ll pay you when I pick her up tonight-”

   He raised a hand silencing you. “Nuh-uh, you know I don’t accept your money. I enjoy hanging out with Ha-eun, she’s the best teammate a guy could ask for.”

   “Yeah, Mom. I’m the best. Last time I helped used my blue shell in Mario Kart to help Kookie defeat Hobi-oppa.” Ha-eun smiled smugly.

    “That’s wonderful, Ha-eun.” You said, attention still focused on the boy. “Seriously though, let me pay you. I mean you are giving up your weekend to play with a six year-old. It can’t be how you wanted to spend your Saturday.”

  Jungkook shrugged, “I’m not really one for socializing. If it weren’t for my old fraternity brothers, work and home would be the only places I’d go to.”

  You smiled, trying to picture Jungkook as a hermit. As much as he claimed not to like people, he certainly had a lot of friends. Ha-eun always mentioned some new person she met while hanging out with her favorite babysitter. “Still...let me do something to repay you. You do so much for us, I feel like I am taking advantage of your kindness.”

   “You’re not, I promise.” He reassured. “But if you really want to repay me...a home-cooked meal would be nice.”

    Your smile widened. Jeon Jungkook really was a saint. “Deal. How does dinner with Ha-eun and I, Monday night sound?”

 “Sounds like my type of evening. I’ll bring dessert-”

You held up your hand, grinning as he blinked surprised. “Don’t you dare. I promised you dinner. Dinner includes desserts, drinks, and anything else edible you can think of.”

    “Alright. I got it. I’ll leave it to you.”  He chuckled, causing your heart to skip a beat. Yeah, you really needed to get laid. Too bad being a single mom puts a damper on that sort of thing.

  “You two are weird.” Ha-eun interrupted. “You should just fuck and get it over with.”

   Words can’t describe the embarrassment that washes over you, as well as the shock of hearing your six year-old say something so vulgar. Not only were you sure your face matched the lipstick you wore, but you no longer knew how to speak. Jungkook’s mouth hung open his tongue running across his bottom lip as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t appear embarrassed like you rather at a loss of what to do.

  ‘He probably doesn’t know how to respond without being rude.’ You lamented to yourself.

Sparing both of you even more embarrassment you turned to your troublemaking daughter. “Ha-eun (L/N), where did you learn such a thing?”

   She shrugged. “Jimin-oppa tells Kookie that all the time. By the way what does fuck mean?”

  “It means you’ll get a mouth full of soap if I ever hear you say that again.” You replied, not in the mood to explain the constructs of sex to your six year-old so soon. “Sorry about that Jungkook-”

    “No, I’m the one who should be apologizing! Jimin-hyung likes to joke around a lot, sometimes he says things without thinking.” Jungkook sputtered. “I promise I’ll have a word with him about it.”

  Ouch...well that hurt. “Please do. I mean I’m sure it’s all guy talk, and Ha-eun is probably supposed to be asleep when you guys talk, but please be more weary.” You lectured in your best mom voice.

    You weren’t too worried about it honestly. You met Jimin before, and knew he wasn’t a bad guy. Moreover you knew Jungkook wouldn’t expose Ha-eun to any bad influences, the young man acted rather protective of your daughter. Just one of the many things that attracted you to him.

     “Of course.” He promised.

“Thank you…” An awkward silence filled the air cueing you to leave. Bending down you kissed the crown of Ha-eun’s head. “I guess I should be off. As always behave. Don’t cause any trouble for Jungkook, you understand? And don’t ever say that word again.”

   Ha-eun gave her signature eye roll. “It would help if I knew what it meant.”

   “Ask me when your fifteen.” You deadpanned. Turning back to Jungkook you offered a small smile. “Thanks again. I really appreciate your help.”

  “Anytime.” He responded. “Like I said I enjoy Ha-eun’s company.”

With one last nod you left trying to ignore the painful pang in your heart. Funny how only a few simple words felt like a total rejection. It wasn’t like you seriously considered dating Jungkook in the first place. He was too young and you needed to focus on Ha-eun. So why did his dismissal hurt so much?

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Jungkook wanted to die, but not before killing Jimin. He told the blonde time after to watch his mouth, especially when Ha-eun was over. The little girl hated bed-time, and would pop out of nowhere attempting to avoid it. So it came as no surprise she heard something not meant for little ears. It was Jungkook’s luck she heard his best friend advising him to fuck her mother. God...he wouldn’t blame you if you decided not to let him watch Ha-eun anymore.

  “Kookie, are you alright? You look sick.” Ha-eun asked, eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re not going to barf are you?”

  “I’m perfectly fine, Ha-eun. No barfing here.” Jungkook reassured, running a hand through his hair. His fingers tangled in its knots only bringing more ire to him. Great not only did Jimin’s mouth get him in trouble, but he looked like a hobo in front of you. What a great way to start the day.

    “Good, because Bon-Hwa threw up last year at school and….” she trailed off, detailing how a classmate barfed everywhere. Normally Jungkook listened to Ha-eun finding her stories quite entertaining, but his current level of self-hatred distracted him. He made a fool of himself in front of the woman he loved. There was no coming back from this.

    “Are you even  listening Kookie?” Ha-eun demanded to know.

  Jungkook turned from his thoughts to see the young girl pouting at him. “Sorry kiddo, wasn’t trying to ignore you.”

     “Uh-huh…” Ha-eun squinted. “You’ve been acting weird since I told mommy to-”

“Why don’t we go to the park? Maybe grandma will be there with Sami today?” Jungkook suggested. On many levels Jungkook considered Ha-eun his own, but that did not mean he wanted to have THE talk with Ha-eun.

  Thankfully it did the trick for Ha-eun ran to get her shoes on, her face beaming with excitement. The white samoyed was the closest thing she had to dog. Often Jungkook and Ha-eun would visit him and his owner (an old neighborhood woman) at the park. There they’d play catch or tug-o-war with Sami, until either Granny or Jungkook decided it was time to go home.  “Do you think I can feed him meat skewers again?!”

   “Ha-eun, we aren’t supposed to feed Sami in the first place.” Jungkook sighed. For such a brilliant girl, Ha-eun didn’t always think things through. He wondered if that was just her age or something she inherited from you. You were kind of scattered brained at times.

   “But Sami was a good dog. Good dogs get treats.” Ha-eun stated.

Jungkook shook his head. “They do, but not with my money okay?”

   The (h/c) haired  girl shrugged, but said nothing more. She was definitely plotting something though. “Ready Kookie?”

    “Ready.” Jungkook smiled, taking her hand. It always amazed him how full of life Ha-eun was. You would think someone so small would tire easily, but Ha-eun had a thirst for life that neither naptime or bedtime could quench. She was truly something.

//

   "We need more bread! Kookie loves bread." Ha-eun ordered, dissatisfied with the small amount placed on the table. The small girl decided to take it upon herself to ensure that tonight's dinner was nothing less than spectacular. Granted Ha-eun didn't cook a damn thing, but she did boss you around every chance possible.

  Normally you wouldn't condone such behavior, but the nerves for tonight reframed you from parenting duties. Ever since Saturday things between Jungkook and you have been awkward. Neither of you could really look each other in the eyes, let alone speak. In fact you were sure dinner would've been cancelled if not for Ha-eun excitedly reminding Jungkook about it the other day. The young man was a sucker for Ha-eun, and refused to upset her

  The doorbell rang jolting you to attention. Ha-eun let out a gleeful cry, "He's here. He's here!"

 Like Saturday morning you heard the familiar jiggling of locks along with the scraping of a chair being moved. "Ha-eun (L/N), we've talked about this. " You called out.

    "But it's Kookie!" She wailed.

"I don't care if it's Santa Claus himself, you do not open the front door without me. " You replied, walking over to the door. Ha-eun pouted, but wisely chose to keep her mouth shut. "And stop standing on chairs. They're for sitting not standing."

  "Okay moooom, can I open the door now?" Ha-eun pleaded.

 Shaking your head, you waved her off the chair. You unlocked the deadbolt, allowing Ha-eun to do the rest. The girl practically slammed the door open, startling both you and a well-dressed Jungkook behind it.  "Kookie!" Ha-eun launched herself at him, ignoring the shocked expression on his face.

   "Ha-eun!" Jungkook smiled, catching her with ease. His eyes yet again alit at the sight of her. It was the type of look you used to imagined Ha-eun's father giving, before everything went to hell: a look of love and pure adoration. The type of fatherly expression Ha-eun deserved.

   “Jungkook, I’m glad you could make it.” You greeted, pushing back the bittersweet feeling rummaging around your heart. Jungkook was not Ha-eun’s father. He was a kind neighbor boy who you needed to stop pushing your creepy emotions onto.

   Jungkook’s smile lessened a little as he shifted Ha-eun in his arms. “Noona, it’s good to see you. I wouldn’t miss Ha-eun for the world or your food.”

    You forced a smile. “Well, come in. Dinner’s about ready, I hope you like curry-”

“You’ve brought me flowers, Kookie?!” Ha-eun squealed. She pointed at a colorful bouquet of flowers on the ground. Their petals tousled from their inevitable drop when Jungkook caught her.

  “Crap-I mean darn it. They’re not supposed to look like that.” Jungkook muttered to himself as you picked it up.

   A giggle escaped you. “’I’m sure they weren’t expecting to get dropped in exchange for an excited six year-old. Besides…” You smelled them. “They’re still lovely.”

   The corners of his eyes crinkled as he gave a toothy grin. “I’m glad you like them. You said not to bring anything edible so I thought these might do.”

  "They're perfect. " You grinned, clutching the bouquet. How long had it been since you got flowers?

    “Hey! What about me?” Ha-eun protested.

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow. “Who?"

   Ha-eun stomped her foot thoroughly annoyed. "Me. Ha-eun! Your favorite person."

   You snorted. Ha-eun certainly didn't like anyone taking her Kookie's attention, but her. Hopefully it didn't develop into a thing when she got older. Maybe you spoiled her too much.

   "Aish...I haven't forgotten about you, kiddo. " he chuckled, pulling out a packet of butterfly hair clips from his pocket. "These are actually from Jimin. He wanted to say sorry for his potty mouth."

  She glanced over the packet, brows furrowed as they always did when Ha-eun made decisions. Jungkook and you shared a look, both you trying not to laugh. After a minute of contemplation Ha-eun hugged the packet to her chest. "I forgive him, but next time tell him I take cash-"

   "Ha-eun!" You said as Jungkook howled with laughter. Your cheeks burned bright red. Really? Where did this girl come up with these things? "The correct response is apology accepted and thank you. "

   "I don't know, Noona. I think I like hers better. "

  "Don't encourage her. She needs to learn manners. "

  "I hate manners." Ha-eun chimed.

"Well, you need them soooo you're stuck." You said, rolling your eyes. You definitely needed to stop spoiling that girl - Jungkook too.  "Now why don't you two wash up, while I set the table?"

  "Okay, come on Kookie, race you to the bathroom!" Ha-eun challenged taking off.

  Jungkook ran after her. "Hey you cheated!"

Once again you smiled listening to the two argue as you set the table. In the very center of it sat the crumpled flowers looking prettier than any bouquet you've seen before.

    Thankfully the rest of the night went smoothly. Any and all awkwardness between you and Jungkook seemingly vanished. Ha-eun even managed to convince you two to watch a movie afterwards, despite her usual eight O' clock bedtime. Overall the night ended well with Jungkook carrying a sleepy Ha-eun to bed as you cleaned.

 //

   “I swear if you don’t fuck him, I will.”  

A groan escaped you at your best friend’s declaration. Hyuna was definitely the female version of Jimin if the blonde hair, cat-like appearance and salacious appetites said anything about them. Though unlike Jimin, you knew  Hyuna meant every word said.  

  “What does that have to do with anything I said?” You questioned, eyebrow raised.

 Hyuna  gave you a look. It was the same look Ha-eun often did whenever she thought you were stupid. “The boy’s best friend suggest you two should fuck. What more is there, (Y/N)? I mean I know it’s been a while, but it’s not like you’re virgin naive to all things sex.”

     “He was joking. You know being stupid. Jungkook said-”

“Jungkook lied. Men lie. Especially when they don’t think they have a chance.” Hyuna said. “Besides he brought you flowers, (Y/N)! Flowers! No uninterested man brings a woman flowers. What more of a hint do you need?”

     “Right, because it’s not social etiquette to bring some to dinner.” You pointed out, steadying the tray of drinks in your hand. As giddy as the thought of Jungkook actually liking you was you couldn’t allow yourself such hope. After all it was only a matter of time before Jungkook met someone through work or friends and moved on with his life.

   Hyuna smacked your head nearly causing you to drop the tray. “What the fuck-”

     “That’s for being stupid. First about the flowers, then about whatever stupid shit is running through your brain right now.”  

  You shot her a glare, but said nothing. Sometimes it scared you how easily Hyuna could read your thoughts. Honestly you weren’t entirely sure she wasn’t a mind reader. “Look, I don’t want to discuss this anymore. Jungkook is young, he has a lot going on for himself. I don’t-”

    Hyuna raised her hand. “Keep talking shit about yourself, I dare you.”

 This time you smiled shaking your head. Hyuna was the best friend you could have ever asked for. "Fine. Have it your way but I'm telling you now Jungkook is merely a kind guy. "

   "And I'm a natural blonde. " Hyuna snorted, but left it be. "Anyway if not Jungkook, then what about Seokjin? He's hot, our age, and you are totally his favorite employee."

   "You did not just tell me to fuck our boss!"

   Hyuna giggled, walking off with her tray. "Come on (Y/N). You got to get it somewhere. Why not let the owner of Eat Jin eat you? "

  You stared at her, mouth slightly ajar. That's it. Hyuna wasn't the best friend ever, she was the worst. "I swear she's more concerned about my sex life than I am."

 Hours passed with the breakfast rush ending pretty well. Tips were slightly above average, the customers managed to be bearable, time seemed to go by fast and now you were folding silverware waiting for lunch to start. Overall, the day was going to be a good one.

 "(Y/N), you got a phone call. " your boss Seokjin said, holding the phone out. "It's your neighbor, Jungkook. Something about Ha-eun. "

   You brow furrowed as you grabbed the phone. It was a Thursday afternoon. Ha-eun was at school. So why would Jungkook call you about Ha-eun at work nonetheless?

 “Hello?”

    “(Y/N), thank god. I tried calling your cell phone, but you weren’t answering so I called your work-” Jungkook’s panicked voice came over the phone. “Listen, I need you not to panic, but Ha-eun had an accident at school. She hit her head falling off the jungle gym. The school said she was alright, but they took her to the hospital just in case.”

     “Wait what? No. No. Ha-eun can’t be in the hospital, I would know if she was. They would’ve called me-”

    “(Y/N), they tried reaching you on your cell phone, but couldn’t so they called me next. Look, I just left work I can pick you in fifteen minutes and take you to the hospital.”

   You barely heard his words, your mind racing with horrid images of Ha-eun hurt. How bad was it? Was she crying for you? Did she need stitches? Why weren’t you there right now?

    “No. I need you to go straight to the hospital.” You spoke without thinking. “It’ll take too long if you get me, and Ha-eun needs someone right now. Even if I leave right away, you’ll still be closer. Please Jungkook, you’re the only one I trust with Ha-eun.”

      “...I understand. I’ll go straight to Ha-eun.”

  You sighed, feeling a little of your panic dissipate. “Thank you. I’ll be right there. I’m going to catch a cab right now.”

   “Don’t. Ask Jin-Hyung for a ride instead. He’ll bring you here in one piece, if not I’ll kick his ass .” Jungkook said, growling the last bit. “And (Y/N), don’t worry I’ll take good care of our Ha-eun until you get here.”  

  He hung up leaving you with questions, thoughts, and more importantly ⁸a feeling of reassurance.

//

  Jungkook had forgotten he was on Ha-eun's emergency contact list. You had placed him on it last winter when Ha-eun gotten the flu. It was only supposed to be a temporary thing until you found a more suitable contact, and seeing how Jungkok never received a call he figured you eventually did find someone else ...never had he been more glad to be wrong in his life.

  “Ha-eun! I’m here for Ha-eun (L/N), her school called me.” Jungkook said as he burst through the emergency room. His heart raced against his chest as if he ran a marathon. He must’ve looked like a mad man, but Jungkook didn’t care, he needed to find Ha-eun.

  “Sir, can you please calm down. I’ll be more than happy to direct you." The woman at the front said.

  Jungkook clenched his fists. "Calm down? My kid is in the hospital. Don't tell me to calm down!"

 "I understand. There are a lot of people here with someone they love in the hospital. That doesn't mean you can freak out-”

    “I swear to god if you don’t tell me where Ha-eun (L/N) is…” Jungkook growled, not bothering to finish his sentence. Never before in his life did Jungkook think about threatening a woman, but in this moment all he was beyond tempted too.

   The receptionist glared at him. She looked ready to argue, when her co-worker intervened. “For God’s sake Haneul tell him where his daughter is.”

     Hanuel frowned her dark eyes boring holes into him. “Room 23. It’s down the hall on the right.”

   Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. He murmured a quick ‘thank you’ aimed at Hanuel’s co-worker who waved him off, then spun in the direction told. Thankfully it wasn't long before he saw Ha-eun's teacher Ms. Kim sitting outside a room.  "Mr. Jeon. I'm glad you're here!" she greeted. "Ha-eun's inside. Everything is alright for the most part-"

   Jungkook barely spared her a glance as he opened the door to Ha-eun's room. Instantly he was greeted by the sight of Ha-eun trembling on the hospital bed , her little hands gripping the blanket tightly as a doctor leaned over inspecting the nasty gash on her forehead. "Told you already Ms. Kim,  family only." the doctor paused staring at him. "You're not Ms. Kim. Who are you?"

   "I am-"

"Kookie!" Ha-eun cried, arms outstretched towards him.  "Kooookie!"

  Jungkook scooped her up in his arms, ignoring the doctor's protest. She buried her head  in his chest, tiny fingers tangled themselves in his shirt as she sobbed. "It's okay, Ha-eun. I'm here now. Your Kookie's here. "

  "Sir, if you don't tell me who you are I'll have to call security. " the doctor, a balding middle aged man, warned.

 Jungkook shot him a glare. Barely a minute had passed and already he can't stand this guy's guts.  What was with this hospital and its staff? "If you don't tell me what's wrong with my kid, you'll need to. "

  The doctor relaxed not even questioning Jungkook's words. "Your daughter fell off the playground and hit her head. She has a minor gash that'll need stitches and we have some tests to run for safety, but as of now there are no complications. "

  "Thank God. " Jungkook sighed, holding her closer. Never has he felt so scared or relieved as he did today. Even now it felt like Ha-eun could slip through his arms at any moment.

  "Thank God indeed. Now if you don't mind Mr.."

  "Jeon."

 "Jeon? Must be divorced. " the doctor muttered. Again Jungkook's dislike for the man grew.  "Anyway as I said previously Mr. Jeon, your daughter needs stitches. We'll numb the area around the wound to prevent any pain, but I'm sure Ha-eun would like her dad around when it happens. "

  "Of course. " The words slipped out of his mouth before Jungkook could stop himself. Deep down he knew he should probably insist on waiting until you came. You were Ha-eun's actual parent after all. He was simply the next door neighbor who occasionally watched Ha-eun.

  The thought didn't last long as the doctor approached with a syringe. Ha-eun let out a terrified sob turning into further into his chest shutting up any doubts he had.   "Noo...I don't want a shot. No shots please!" Ha-eun begged.

Gently Jungkook stroked her head, wary of the cut above her forehead. "Ha-eum. You need it to get better. "

  "But I don't want a shot, Kookie. Shots scare me. " Ha-eun cried, clinging tighter to him.

  Jungkook felt his heart squeeze from terror in her voice. It pained him so much to see Ha-eun like this.  He honestly didn't know how you could handle taking her to the doctor, especially to get a shot. If it were up to him, Ha-eun would never get one.

   "Ha-eun, sweetie, look at me." Jungkook said, guiding her gaze to him. "I know shots are scary, but I need you to be for me. I know you can do it, because you're my tough girl right?"

  "Uh huh. " Ha-eun nodded, wiping her nose with her sleeve. "You won't leave though Kookie? Promise you'll stay?"

     Jungkook smiled. "I'm not going anywhere. You can even squeeze my hand if it makes you feel better, okay?"

Ha-eun nodded placing her tiny hand into his larger one. "Kookie? Can we get ice cream after this? Mommy always takes me for icecream after shots."

    "Ha-eun, we'll go anywhere you want once the doctor is done. " Jungkook swore. She could ask to go to Disneyworld for all he cared. Whatever Ha-eun wanted she would get.

  The doctor loomed over her hand raised like the villain in some horror movie. "You'll feel a  little pinch but that's all."

    Ha-eun whimpered clutching onto Jungkook who gently rubbed her back. Thankfully the doctor was quick in his work only taking a few seconds to numb the cut. When he finished Jungkook let go a breathe he didn't know he was holding. The doctor smiled. "There. Not too bad, huh? Now onto the stitches!"

///

 Kim Seokjin knew Jungkook since the boy was ten years old. They grew up in the same neighborhood together and Jungkook often tagged along with Jin wherever he went. In college,  Jin acted as Jungkook's mentor/ big brother in their fraternity. Overall Jungkook was a little brother to Jin.

  Which was why he could not believe his eyes upon seeing Jungkook act so grown up around you and your daughter. Jin didn't mean to be nosy. It just kind of happened. After dropping you off at the front entrance,  Jin decided to make sure you and your daughter were alright. He expected to find Jungkook out in the waiting room not protectively hovering over Ha-eun and you. His arm wrapped around your waist in a half hug comforting you as the doctor performed stitches on Ha-eun.

  If possible Jin's heart exploded in pride. His little Jungkookie all grown up. "She's okay. No signs of concussion, but they need to do some tests. " Jungkook murmured.

   You shook a little but no tears or cries came out.  Undoubtedly if not for Ha-eun's sake. "Thank God. When you called I was so scared. I immediately thought the worst. "

    Jungkook rubbed your back soothingly. "I promise she's okay, (Y/N).  She might have a mean cut but our Ha-eun is strong, she'll bounce back quick."

    Our Ha-eun. Jin snorted at this. Out of everyone in their friend group Jungkook was one of the last they suspected to have kids. It wasn't that he didn't like them. More like there were other more kid oriented people like Taehyung or Jin himself. In fact they used to picture Jungkook as a permanent bachelor especially given his fear of women. However it appeared they guessed wrong. Ha-eun had Jungkook wrapped around her little finger.

   "Thank you, Jungkook, for everything. If you hadn't picked up when the school called or called my work I don't know what I'd do." You said looking down. "You even came here when you didn't have to. "

    "You thank me too much. I  did what anyone else would do. " Jungkook replied.

   You shook your head. "No you did not. I'm going to repay this time, Jeon Jungkook, I swear. "

   Unfortunately Jungkook's response got muddled under a sharp cry from Ha-eun. Both of your attention turned on the young girl conversation forgotten as you two comforted her. From the outside looking in, the three of you looked like a real family, but then again you weren't you?

     A few hours passed since the familial scene and Jin waited patiently for the doctor to release Ha-eun. He knew there was no real reason to wait. Neither you nor Jungkook knew about him waiting after all. If anything you probably thought he drove back to the restaurant already. Still Jin couldn't help but wait if only to talk to Jungkook for a little bit.

"I didn't know that the (Y/N) you always talked about was my (Y/N)." Jin hummed, leaning back against the plastic chair.    

   Ha-eun's scans thankfully showed no complications. She did have a slight concussion but after a couple hours of observation the doctor deemed it okay to go home. The only thing left now was some paperwork.

   "She's not your (Y/N), hyung." Jungkook grouched pushing his hair back.. "Besides I told you plenty of times you just forget because of your old age. "

   He was surprised by Jin's presence thinking he simply dropped (Y/N). However given his Hyung's kind nature it wasn't too shocking. Undoubtedly the older man worried about his best employee.

Jin sighed dramatically. "The disrespect I get after all those years of raising you on my back. How did you end up so poorly?"

   Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Throwing a tantrum isn't going to help your cause, hyungnim."

   "No, but maybe telling (Y/N) about the time you passed out naked will." Jin threatened silencing him.  

   Three years ago Jungkook passed out drunk at a fraternity party. When he woke up the next day Jungkook found himself tied to the house's flagpole naked. A lesson from his brothers for being so stupid.  It was the last time he ever got wasted. "You wouldn't dare." Jungkook growled.

  Jin grinned challenging the maknae to try him. "Would you rather I tell her about how you jumped out a window to avoid a love confession?"

  "You weren't even there, hyung! How can you tell her a second hand story." Jungkook frowned, nose wrinkling.

  Jin laughed. "Jimin recanted the story very well. I feel like I was there when it happened. Besides you were always so scared around girls, it's not hard picturing it."

  Jungkook rolled his eyes ignoring the embarrassment welling up in him. In general Jungkook fell shy around new people, hence his habit to hide behind his hyung as a teen. However women were the worst. "I've grown up hyung. I'm not the scared little kid I used to be. "

     "I know. " Jin replied staring fondly at the boy. "You've grown up so much Jungkookie. I see it in the way you care for (Y/N) and her daughter. You're an adult now which is why I think you should admit your feelings to (Y/N). You both deserve it."

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Text messages

Unknown: Hey Yn. It’s Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. Are you coming tonight??

You hear your phone ding and you walk over to it on your bedside table. You just came out from the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel.

You unlock your phone and read the message you got from an unknown number, your eyes grow wide. You kind of forgot that Namjoon had your number and that you were invited over to his friend’s place today. You check the time and it was only half past five, and you had no plans for the rest of the day anyways. Should you spend the rest of your night with your favorite author? You quickly type in your reply.

You: hey namjoon! ahhh, i kinda forgot! but yes, i’ll go :) can you send me the address??

(...)

ding!

Unknown: I can pick you up. Wouldn’t want you taking the bus here alone. Send me your address?

You smiled softly, he was sweet. You send him your address.

You: Wait.

You: You don’t drive though?

(...)

Unknown: You are correct.

Unknown: But I do have a bike.

You laugh.

You: A bike?

Unknown: Yeah! Anything wrong with that?

You: Not at all.

Unknown: Okay, I’ll be there soon.

You: See ya when you get here~

❆❆❆❆❆

Around ten to fifteen minutes later, you hear a knock on your door. You run to the door, quickly opening it to see a tall, smiling, dimpled man. 

“Your ride is here,” he says, making you laugh. 

“You were quick,” you say, turning around to grab your backpack and your keys. 

“You live surprisingly close to my place.” He says, backing up his bike as you step out to close and lock your door.

“Seriously? My favorite author has been living by me all this time?!” You say, making him laugh.

“Y/n, you don’t have to keep referring to me as your ‘favorite author,’ we’re friends now.” 

Friends.

“Oh. We are?” You say as he gets on his bike.

“Hop on.” You get on behind his bike, awkwardly putting your hands on his waist but he pulls your arm around him so you’re hugging him instead.

“Oh--”

“Sorry. I wouldn’t want you to fall, so just hang tight.” 

“This is a bike Namjoon, not a motorcycle,” you laugh. He shakes his head laughing.

“Whatever. Let’s go.”

❆❆❆❆❆

As he takes you to Yoongi and Sohyun’s place, you ask him the question again.

“So you consider me as your friend..”

“Well of course, I don’t take random fans to my friend’s house, you know.”

“But I am a random fan.”

“But you’re also my friend now-- well, if you want to be--”

“Of course I do!”

“Then what’s with the questions??”

“I don’t know! It’s just.. These don’t happen in real life, you know?” 

❆❆❆❆❆

When you and Namjoon got to Yoongi’s and Sohyun’s house, the door swung open almost immediately. 

“Did you seriously picked her up with your bike?” Yoongi says.

“That’s actually pretty cute,” Sohyun gushed. “Come in! Everyone’s here already.” 

“Waaaah~~~ There’s hyungie,” Taehyung says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

“Unnie!!” Moonji yells, running towards you. Taehyung took her here so that Namjoon could pick you up alone. She lifts up a little bear she’s holding to show you.

“Aww is that your bear?” You ask her, she nods her head and pulls it to her chest and hugs it tightly

“Noona, who are you?” A little boy curiously asked you, tilting his head to look up at you. 

“I’m Yn, Namjoon’s friend,” you say. Still not believing it.

“You’re Uncle Joonie’s friend?” He asks again. You nod.

“And who are you?” You ask.

“I’m Uncle Joonie’s friend too,” he says, making you laugh. Suddenly, he was pulled into someone’s arms and you were faced with a new face. A younger face.

“Silly, she’s asking you what your name is,” the young man says, ticking the little boy. Giggles erupts his small lips. “I’m Jungkook by the way,” he says. “This curious little bunny is my son, Sian.” 

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say to him, bowing your head slightly. 

“Unnie!” Moonji calls again, pulling on your top.

“Yes, Moonji?” You say, turning towards her.

“I show you everybody,” she says, grabbing your hand and pulling you around the living room. So far, you only knew, Namjoon of course, Taehyung, Yoongi and Sohyun, Hana and Sian, and Jungkook. Apparently, Moonji was going to introduce you to everyone else that was here.

“Uncle Jimin!” She says, pointing to the man spread out on the couch. He had nice plumpy lips and eyes that disappeared when he smiles. The man sits up to shake your hand. 

“Auntie Yuna! Uncle Jimin’s wife,” Moonji says, pointing to the lady right next to Jimin. Moonji runs up to her and hugs her belly, pressing her cheek against it and points to it. “Baby Mochi,” she says. You couldn’t help but aww.

“Congratulations to the both of you,” you tell them. They both smiled at you so big and thanked you. 

“YAH!” You heard, followed by little giggles and three little kids running around you. Well one of them was waddling. They all looked alike, two boys and one girl. The youngest one was a little boy. He fell right next to your feet.

“So many kids,” you whisper.

“Uncle Jin!” You hear and you see another new face of a small kid, a little girl with style better than yours. 

“Yah! Hope!” Some else yelled. The amount of new faces and voices you were seeing was overwhelming, but you couldn’t help but notice that there was something similar with each of them.

They were all beautiful. And loud.

“Oh- who’s this-- WAIT. Is this Namjoon’s girl?” Says the one with the heart shaped smile. Your eyes widened at his words. “Hi, I’m Jung Hoseok,” he says, shaking your hand. 

“Wahh~~~” He said, turning around to Taehyung who was sitting on the floor, carrying the little baby who fell by your feet. “It’s only you left now Tae,” he says. Taehyung sighs, hugging the baby and pressing his cheek to the baby’s head. 

“I know, you don’t need to mention it,” Taehyung pouts.

“Oh, let me introduce you to my family,” Hoseok says. “Hope! Sarang!” He yells, the little girl with the killer fashion sense from earlier comes running to Hoseok, followed by a pretty lady.

“This is Sarang, my fiancé, and our daughter, Huimang,” Hoseok says.

“Hi, it’s lovely to meet you,” says Sarang. “Sweetie, say hi to-- wait, I didn’t catch your name..”

“Oh, I didn’t throw it--” You regretted that right when it came out of your mouth. “Yn. My name is Yn.” You hear a loud laugh behind you. One that sounded like someone was cleaning a windshield.

“Of course you would like that,” Taehyung says. “That’s Jin hyung, he’s the oldest of the group so he likes those kind of jokes.”

“Yah- what does liking dad jokes have to do with my age?” He says, bending down to take the baby from Taehyung. 

“I don’t know. You’re just old.” Jin rolls his eyes at Taehyung, he carried the baby in his arms, giving a kiss to his cheek and making him laugh. Jin grabs his little hand and waves it at you.

“Say hi, Haneul,” Jin says. You wave at the little baby and the other two kids from earlier came over and hugged Jin’s leg. One kid on each.

“Oh yah yah yah.” Jin looks down, putting a hand on the back of the little girl’s head. “Introduce yourselves to Yn.” The little girl waves at you and the boy speaks up first.

“I’m Minseok and my sister is Soojin,” he points.

“Yeah, I’m Soojin,” she tells you. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” 

“Unnie~~” Moonji says, pulling you. “Not done yet,” she says. The next thing you knew you were being dragged to the kitchen. There you see two more new faces. There were two girls sitting on a stool by the island countertop and they both looked at you when you entered. One of them gasped loudly.

“Oh my gosh, you’re Yn!!” She says. The one next to her was smiling big. “Hi, I’m Rina,” she says, walking up to you and shaking your hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” you tell her. 

“That’s auntie Mae!” Moonji says, pointing to the girl on the stool. She waves at you, leaning over to shake your hand as well.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” she says. You were taken aback.

“You have? How..,” you ask nervously.

“Taehyung and Namjoon told us! And Sohyun too,” Rina says excitedly. “We heard you were coming tonight and we were so excited to meet you!”

“Moonji! Come play with Soojin and Huimang and I!” Hana called, running into the kitchen. Moonji looks up at you as if asking if she can leave.

“You can go play Moonji,” you tell her. She runs off right away when you said that, making you and the two girls laugh.

“Woah,” Namjoon says as Moonji zooms past him. He looks at her go and then turns towards you, smiling big. “Hey have you met everyone?”

“Yeah, Moonji basically introduced me,” you laugh.

“That’s good,” he says, “Let’s go to the living room.” He looks at you and then turns to the two other girls. “The guys wants to start uno.”

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“Uncle Jimin has a yellow,” Sian says from behind Jimin, peeking at his cards.

“Tsk,” Jimin says, turning around to put a finger on the little boy’s mouth, “Shhhhhhhhhh, you’re not supposed to say.” Jungkook bursts out laughing, placing a wild card down and changing the color to blue instead.

“Thanks buddy,” Jungkook says, giving his son a high five.

“Go sit next to your daddy instead of sitting behind me, I don’t want you looking at my cards anymore.” Jimin carries the little boy from under his arms, passing him down to Jungkook who happily placed him on his lap.

“Jimin you just suck at hiding your cards,” Taehyung says, he had his pressed against his chest.

“No I don’t.”

“Jimin, we can all see that you have a yellow 3 right now,” Namjoon says from across him. Unknowingly, Jimin was holding his card facing up on his knee as he talked.

“Here, let me give you more cards,” Jin says, placing down a plus four, “make sure you hide these ones,” he laughs. Jimin groans, leaning his head back and covering his face as he whines. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. You had given up a while ago when everyone stacked their cards with +2s and you ended up with more cards than the stack in the center of the circle. 

“Is uno always like this with you guys?” You say out loud.

“You should see them playing it when they’re drunk,” Mae says.

“Speaking of drinking,” Jimin adds, putting his cards facing down and getting up.

“No no no no no,” Yuna says pulling her husband back down. “There’s children around.” 

“Uncle Jiminie, I have apple juice in the fridge. I can get it for you if you want me to,” Hana says kindly. Jimin smiles so big, his eyes disappeared again.

“Wah~ Will it be like this if I have a daughter?” Hana smiles at him sweetly.

“What if you have a son?” Taehyung asks.

“Then I will lose constantly in uno.” Jimin looks straight at Sian who smiles back at him. His smile replicating his father’s. 

“You don’t need a son to do that,” Yoongi pitches in. Jimin glares at him.

“What do you think baby mochi will be, Yuna?” You ask. Yuna places her hand on her stomach.

“I don’t know, I feel like it’s a boy.”

“I always thought Sian was a girl,” Rina says, shrugging.

“UNO,” Jungkook yells, Jimin groans in frustration. 

“Mommy, I’m bored,” Huimang says, pulling on Sarang’s arm.

“What do you want to do?” Sarang says, pulling Huimang to sit on her lap.

“I wanna watch a movie,” Minseok chips in, jumping up and wrapping his arms around his dad’s broad shoulders. 

“Yeah let’s just watch a movie,” Hoseok says, throwing his cards to the center of the circle.

“You’re only saying that because you were about to lose,” Yoongi says, throwing his cards in too. Jimin burst out laughing.

“Hyung your cards suck.”

“I know.” Yoongi gets up and grabs the remote from a little table next to the couch. “What do you kiddos want to watch?” 

“Disney!”

“Ponyo!”

“Daddy let’s watch Cinderella!”

“Hana, I don’t want to watch that! Uncle Yoongssssssss please play Toy Story!”

“Yes yes! I wanna watch Toy Story too!”

Taehyung looks over at Yoongi. “I kinda wanted to watch a horror movie or somethin--”

“Are you crazy?!” Sohyun says, hitting Taehyung with a pillow. 

“WhaT?!”

“Do you want Yoongi staying up the whole night?”

“Oh yeah, Hyung hates those movies doesn’t he…”

“Here, you guys pick out the movie. I’m going to grab some pillows and blankets.” Yoongi throws the remote to one of the boys. Jungkook quickly snatches it before anyone else did.

“I’ll help you hyung,” Namjoon says, getting up and following Yoongi out of the living room.

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The group was settled around the living room. Jin was laying on the floor with a pillow against the couch. Mae was cuddled up into his side, while Minseok was on the other. Soojin laid asleep on Jin’s chest. On the couch, above Jin’s head, Taehyung laid across the entire couch with Haneul asleep on his chest. On Mae’s right, Yoongi laid there with both of his girls cuddled up into his sides. Hana seemed to be getting sleepy, her hands curling up into her dad’s shirt. Hoseok, on the other hand, was already asleep. Like everyone else, Sarang and Huimang were cuddled into his sides with Huimang’s head on her dad’s chest. On the other couch, Jimin sat up, still wide awake, while he caressed Yuna’s hair. She had her head in his lap and was already fast asleep. On the floor, Jungkook was sitting up against the couch but his head fell back, mouth wide open as he was already in deep sleep. Beside him, Rina had Sian on her lap as he had his head on his mom’s chest. His eyes were getting droopy but he tried his best to stay up. 

You realized how sweet their little friend group was at this moment. The movie was still playing but everyone was in their own little world. Either asleep, fighting sleep, or still wide awake. This wasn’t the same kind of friend groups you had once or seen before. Everyone here were family. Their cute, little families warmed your heart. Everyone had each other and no one was alone. Well, other than you anyway, but that’s because you’re not part of their friend group. You look beside you on the couch that you were on and Namjoon sat just a feet away. Moonji was on his lap and she had her head against his chest. Her eyes were focused on you instead of the movie. You smile at her and she makes grabby hands at you, catching Namjoon’s attention. He looks down at Moonji then looks up at you.

“She wants you to come closer,” he whispers. And you did. You were now sitting right next to Namjoon, your bodies were touching each others. You could already feel yourself sweating from how nervous you were. Moonji noticed you feeling all shy and she goes down to grab your hand and hold it in her small ones. She held on to a finger or two.

It wasn’t too late in the evening, but the dark room made your eyelids grow heavy. You looked at the group before you and everyone was knocked out. The movie was just about to finish and you couldn’t hold your eyes open for any longer. Soon enough, you, too, were knocked out and your head fell right on Namjoon’s shoulder. 

You didn’t realize that you and Namjoon were the only ones awake at that moment. Well, before you fell asleep anyways. Namjoon didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move in any way because Moonji was asleep on him too. Instead, he slowly tried to move out from under you, placing you softly down onto the couch. He grabs the blanket that Yoongi handed you earlier and placed it over you. He then stands over you, just looking, before turning around and seeing all his friends knocked out all over the living room as well. Some had blankets around them and others didn’t. Carefully, Namjoon places Moonji down besides you and your sleeping figure instinctively wraps your arm around her and pulls her in. Namjoon quietly walks around the living room, trying not to step on anyone, and he places a blanket over those who didn’t have one on them. 

After everyone seemed to be warm and sleeping well, Namjoon walks over to the kitchen. He wasn’t able to sleep so he decided to make himself a cup of tea. Sohyun kept mugs in the cabinets and tea bags in the pantry. Yoongi, ofcourse, doesn’t mind his friends to go get their own food or drinks. They were family anyways. So Namjoon takes out the mug he always used when he came over, grabbing a tea bag and making himself a hot cup of tea. 

He sat on the stools by the island countertop in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone. He was just quietly talking to himself, thinking of what to do tomorrow when he saw something move from the corner of his eye.

It was you.

You woke up and were surprised to see Moonji sleeping in your arms. Namjoon watches your expression as it changed from confusion to happiness. You smiled as soon as you saw her and you ran a finger on her cheek before pulling her a little closer and falling back asleep.

Seeing the small moment made Namjoon’s heart skip a beat and he doesn’t know how to feel but you suddenly became even more attractive to him.

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|Chapter 4 | Utopia~ An Ateez Fanfic Story~

Poseidon. God of the Seas. Keeper of the Trident. Founder of Atlantis. Keeper of all the secrets of the Seas. Why did he tell me that I am the only one to find the Island and the Chest. I do not understand at all. Why is this happening to me? For so many years, no one has spoken of the island or even had the courage to search for it. Now that I am, I am told that it was my...Destiny. What did he mean that my father never told me about who I am? Is he implying that I am somehow connected to the Sea? My father must have known something. Why would he leave me so many clues to the island? 

“Did you just say Poseidon?”, Violet asks me, helping me up into my chair putting a blanket over me.

 “Yes Violet. As soon as I sat down, I looked up at the stars and the moon and then a huge pulsing headache started and then I started shaking and having like a seizure or something. Then, I passed out and my consciousness woke up and I was on an Island surrounded by water. Then, Poseidon told me that all my life, I was drawn to the sea because of something my father did not tell me and how I can unleash power that no one has from the Sea and find the chest”, I tell them holding my head. 

“That is really scary and yeah...did he say anything else?”, Seonghwa asks me. 

“Well...he did say he would “visit me again” when I see the Northern Constellation in the sky better known as Cygnus and he will reveal something else to me”, I say to them. 

“Ok so now it seems that we are going north but nothing has show up in the sky yet so how about we all just rest here until we see it?”, Violet suggests smiling.

 “Good idea, bring blankets and pillow from the laundry room up here please”

 “We got it”, Jongho and Seonghwa say going to get them from their side where the room is. 

I go to the kitchen and boil some milk and grab a platter and put 10 metal mugs on it. Whenever I would have a nightmare or something, my mother would always give me hot chocolate. I open the cabinet and see a whole carton of chocolate. Ahh the King knew how much I love chocolate. I take 2 chocolate bars and melt it into the milk and add some cinnamon. Then I pour them into each mug and carefully carry them up to the deck. I walk upstairs and see them all wrapped in blankets and pillows comfortably on the deck and Jongho set up a place for me next to him. Aww that is so sweet. 

“Thank you so much. I appreciate it. Oh I made hot chocolate for everyone.”, I pass each of them a cup.

 “Yay!!! You know how much I love when you make it”, Violet says almost bouncing up and down like a happy bunny. 

“My mother would make me hot chocolate whenever I was sad or had a nightmare or simply because it was cold and I wanted to give you guys some. I know that we started on the wrong foot but I really appreciate you all being here. I think going on a journey with only me and Violet would not have been this eventful lol. Also, it seems like you all are not so cruel well not yet but anyways yeah”, I say and sit down next to Jongho.

I noticed that he put an extra blanket underneath on the floor so I would have cushion. Aww he is so sweet. I swear. 

“So while we are waiting to see the constellations, I was thinking I could teach you something if you’d like?”, Jongho says giving me a lock and a hairclip and a sharp pin from the handle of a sword . 

“Sure, why not?”, I look at the items in my hands. 

“One of my skill sets are lockpicking. I can get into almost anywhere and anything. Locked doors, locked chests, 4 digit code locks, ciphers, you name it.”

 “Interesting, That is actually very resourceful.” 

“So i would like to teach you how to pick a lock with simple items, you may not always find a key so you may have a hair pin and the pin from the handle of your sword which you already know you can remove and put back in.”, Jongho says laughing. 

San’s POV 

I do not understand what she sees in him. I mean Jongho is my friend and basically my younger brother and I care for him, yes. But I mean wouldn’t she want more of a man seeing that she is such a strong, sexy woman. I just feel so jealous inside. Most people fall at my feet, none I ever wanted because they were just too desperate. Emerald is very different, but I like that about her. Hmm.. I wonder what I should do.

Back to Emerald’s POV 

“Ok so you want me to do this blindfolded?”, I ask Jongho raising my eyebrow. 

“Yes, You have opened it successfully but it may be dark in a room you are in or you are tied up or something. So just try it”, He says and takes off his scarf from his wrist that he wears as a bracelet and puts in over my eyes not too tight but just right.

 “Ok..”, I focus on where the lock hole is and I push the pin through it to hold it open and i use the thin pin to twist it and it unlocks. 

“Oh my gosh you did it!”, Jongho yells and hugs me.

 I am a bit surprised at first but I hug him back. He is super sweet. I have never felt this way about a man before. All of them before have tried so hard to gain my attention but he didn’t. He got my attention by being himself.

“Thank you for teaching me”, I say smiling and I feel my cheeks get pink. 

“Guys, look. Isn’t that a constellation?”, Mingi exclaims pointing to the sky. 

I look up at the sky and I see the Cygnus Constellation in a sky full of stars. Me and Violet both studied astronomy and star navigation as children. She is much better than me. I see her and Seonghwa looking at the star maps trying to point out the names of the stars to check if it is the constellation. 

Violet’s POV 

I am really surprised at how much Seonghwa knows about the stars and navigation. He also is a very funny person. He reminds me of those tiny little hummingbirds. Very cute but also dangerous. He is dangerously handsome..Wow. Anyways back to the stars. We both are looking at the map.

“So the top star is Deneb on the tip”, I say looking at Seonghwa. 

“Then the bottom star is Eta and the far right is..”, He says squinting his eyes. 

“Vega”, We both say at the same time. We both gasp and run over to Emerald.

 “Hey Em. That’s the constellation, Cygnus” 

Jongho’s Pov

Oh my goodness, I wonder if she will have another seizure and headache. I hope not. I do not like seeing her in so much pain. I have never felt this feeling before. I mean yes, the boys are like my older brothers but she is different. I feel like it is my obligation or my destiny to protect her. To me, she is the only Green Emerald in the world that shines bright in a sea full of diamonds. 

“Well I guess now we just wait..”, Emerald says and she holds her head in her hands and suddenly, something emerges from the water shining and lands on the deck. 

Is that a stick? Trident? Oh my gosh...she was right. It is Poseidon!

 “Can all of you see him?”, I ask looking at him in shock.

 “Please do not be frightened. I told Emerald I would visit her but I meant all of you as well. Sorry for the headache, part of seeing beings I guess”, He laughs. 

“Well it’s ok. So what is it you would like to tell me? Well... us?”, She asks him.

 “Well now that you see the Cygnus Constellation in the sky is a clue of some sorts. You are going in the right direction but there is something you need to remember for finding the chest. TO RELEASE THE POWER, ALL MUST BE DIVIDED.”

 “Divided? What in the world does that mean?”, She asks him.

Emerald's POV

 “You will know when the time is right. You may not know it yet but the Sea will speak to you. You will know eventually. But may I speak with you alone for a moment before I go?”, He asks me quietly waving his hand to motion to the other side of the side.

I walk over to the right side of the deck and sit down. I notice his eyes are a greenish blue. Very bright but dark at the same time. 

“What is it?”, I ask him with my eyes narrowed. 

“Well It is about Jongho actually”, He says.

 “Jongho? What about him?”, I ask nervously. 

“Well I mentioned before that your father never told you something about who you are. You have a strong connection to the Sea, stronger than even a fish who was born there and well most creatures with sea connection have mates or soulmates as you humans call it”

 “Ok.. so...” “So I am saying that I sense that he is yours. Your connection and great knowledge of the sea gave you a bond with him. It is real rare. I have not seen this in all my years as God of the Seas”

 “Wait... I knew there had to be a reason. I have feelings that never happened before until him and we seem to both love the sea” 

“Yes dear Emerald but I will leave you with this- You always need your soulmate. Both of you are one in heart and soul. You may feel that it is strange to feel so much for him but it is not. It is Destiny” 

“Thank you, Um...Will you visit again?”

 “Maybe. I will try to relive the headache but you can always speak to me and I will answer in your mind”, He says and smiles. 

“Thank you” 

“You’re Welcome. Goodbye All”, He plunges himself back into the water being carried by a wave and sinking down. 

Well that was certainly interesting and insightful. I walk over to Jongho. I feel that I should just confront this now before something bad happens. 

"Jongho, could you please walk with me? I need your help with something."

 "Sure." he followed closely behind me to the kitchen, listening to me talk on the way.

 I suspect that Jongho may have taken a liking to me, but he hasn't seemed to show any interest. But... Poseidon said that he is my soulmate. How is that when he hasn't even showed a sliver of interest? I couldn't figure it out.

 "Could you help me reach that thing up there? I need it to mix the batter for dessert tonight." I asked.

 "Emerald, I'm not much taller than you, how am I going to reach that?" he laughed, looking at me as I blushed. 

 "Well, I figured you could give me a boost up there so that I could reach it myself." I said softly. 

There were very few times in my life where I had been shy and flustered, but now was definitely one of them. I couldn't get the words of Poseidon out of my head. "Soulmate."

 "Are you blushing?" he chuckled. My eyes looked up at him and I straightened my posture. 

 "No. I would never do something so silly and childish." 

 "Really? Then why are your cheeks red and why are you smiling every time you look at me?" he asked, smiling at me as he looked down at me. 

 "I-... Help me get the damn mixer please. I didn't bring you in here to be mister knight in shining armor and make me flustered." I said quickly, pushing his shoulders down so that I could get on them. He held me tightly and stood back up so that I could get the mixer. 

 "Got it!" I exclaimed, slowly being lowered back down to the floor by him. 

 "Is that all?" he asked, straightening his jacket. "If you want to stay and keep me company, I would not say no." I flirted lightly, giving him a pleading look.

 "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting with me Captain." he smirked, sitting down in the chair at the dining table.

"Jongho, I still have the ability to throw you off my ship. Don't push it." I sassed.

 "Calm down. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just playing with you." he chuckled, glancing over at me as he played with his fingers.

We both made small talk for a few moments before silence fell over the room. Jongho could tell something was on my mind, but he never said anything. Only stayed in thought as he watched me cook.

 Jongho's POV

 Something was up with her, but I couldn't tell what. Should I kiss her yet? No, it's too soon. I haven't even made a move yet. She would kill me even if I did. She is so strong willed, independent, and confident. So am I, but I've never met a woman in my entire life that is as strong and confident as she is. And sexy too. She's very attractive to me - her eyes being her most noticeable and beautiful feature. She almost hypnotizes me every time she looks at me, and I can't help but just be amazed by her. But does she feel the same way? I may never know.

 "Hey, is something bothering you Emerald?" I asked, noticing how her eyebrows were scrunched as he continued to make the batter.

 "Gosh, is it that obvious?" she laughed. 

 "Yeah it is. What's going on? You can talk to me about anything you know." She looked at me and I could see a sliver of trust build in her eyes as she inhaled to speak. 

 "When Poseidon came to this ship and spoke to us, none of you saw it but he pulled me to the side and talked with me." she explained, pausing for a moment.

 "And? What did he say? Does he have a map for us to follow to find out what happened to your father?" I asked.

 "No... He told me that... Oh my god I don't know why I'm so flustered right now. This is so embarrassing." she blushed. 

 "Hey, it's okay. Take your time." 

 "He said that we're meant to be soulmates. You and me Jongho." she looked at me to gauge my response.

 "Did he?" 

 "Yes. And I don't know how to take that because I don't know how you feel about me. I know how I feel about you, but that means nothing if you don't feel the same." she rambled on shyly. 

I could tell that she was uncomfortable and shy revealing her feelings to me, but I didn't care. She was confirming what I had assumed all along - she liked me as much as I liked her. 

"Yes. And I don't know how to take that because I don't know how you feel about me. I know how I feel about you, but that means nothing if you don't feel the same." she rambled on shyly.

 I could tell that she was uncomfortable and shy revealing her feelings to me, but I didn't care. She was confirming what I had assumed all along - she liked me as much as I liked her. I got up from my spot on my chair and started walking towards her.

 Emerald's POV 

 He was walking towards me. Why? Was he mad because I revealed how I felt about him? How stupid of me... 

 "Jongho, what are y-" soft lips were pressed against mine and I stopped what I was doing. He backed me up against the counter and held my face in his calloused hands, tilting his head and deepening the kiss briefly. He pulled away.

 "Are you telling me that you've had feelings for me this entire time? And now we're destined to be soulmates by the god of the sea?" he asked breathing heavily. 

 "That is exactly what I'm saying." I giggled, looking into his eyes and smiling.

 "It's about damn time." he smirked, going back in and kissing me harshly. His hands snaked their way down to my hips and rested there, squeezing every now and then when I nibbled at his bottom lip. This kiss held so much passion in it - days and days of pent up emotions being let out in one simple action. 

 He groaned when my hands traced down his front and ghosted over his crotch, his hands coming under my thighs to hoist me up effortlessly and walk me to the chair he was sitting in. 

 "You have no idea how long I've waited to do this." he breathed, smirking as he went down to kiss my neck, a feather light moan coming out of my throat.

 I took his face in my hands and straddled him as he sat back down, sticking my tongue back in his mouth as his hands rested on my ass, squeezing it possessively.

 "Jongho, we need you on deck. There's som-" I heard a voice in the hallway and looked up to see San standing in the doorway. I quickly got off of Jongho's lap, wiping my lips of his saliva as he smirked up at me with his back to San.

 "There's something Seonghwa needs help with. Now." San said sternly, looking at me with sadness and almost a hint of anger in his eyes.

 "I'm coming." Jongho popped out of his chair and straigtened his pants before walking out of the door. 

 "Thanks for that mental image." San told me, clenching his jaw as he walked away. 

 "San wait! I-"

 "Don't even worry about it. I got that message loud and clear." he brushed me off quickly, clenching his fists as he walked with Jongho down the hallway.

 Now what? Talk about a rock and a hard place... 

“Oh my goodness...what in the world?”, I blink my eyes and touch my lips blushing thinking of how good of a kisser Jongho is. I mean I have never kissed anyone before and I mean..Wow. Glad to see he feels the same way as me. I have never been so happy. 

But what was San so upset about? I mean I was apologizing for the scene he saw but what message did I give him? I should ask but that is for another day.I have to finish cooking dinner and dessert. 

Gosh Jongho... what are you doing to me?...

Jongho’s POV

Well that was really interesting.Her lips are as soft as cotton and sweet as honey. The way her lips are perfectly pink matching her light brown melanin skin. Looking into her Emerald gems makes her even more beautiful. Hmm... I do wonder what is up with San. He look as if fume were coming out of his ears. 

 Emerald’s POV 

Now I am cooking dinner, I noticed that Seonghwa and Violet are doing some star navigation so I wanted to give her a break. I am thinking about what Poseidon meant by “TO RELEASE THE POWER, ALL MUST BE DIVIDED”. Is it a person? Thing? Place? or Analogy for something else? 

I have no idea...

Author’s Note: Hi there!! Thank you all again to those who have discovered my story and have supported it. I want to give a very huge shout out to my dearest friend, @hwaseongatiny​ who is the character portrayal of Violet in my story. She wrote the kissing scene between Emerald (Character portrayal of me) and Jongho. She is such an amazing writer and I can tell she loves expressing herself through writing. Thank you for helping and supporting my writing. Love you!😁💕

[goldngguk]

a dangerous game // 02

yandere!jungkook x reader

genre // yandere au, killer au, hunter au

warnings // yandere behavior, toxic relationship, mentions of murder/death, strong language

word count // 4.7k

part 01 // epilogue 

You awoke to the sound of booming footsteps outside the door you were trapped behind. It had been three days since you were running for your life from your fiancé on his esteemed island with nowhere to go. You were now confined in a wine cellar in his basement until he deemed you cooperative enough to release you. He told you he wanted to give you time to think, and he had meant it. You’d spent three long days and two nights imprisoned in the cold storage room with your hands cuffed behind you, no way to move around. Every few hours, Jungkook would show up with a tray of food and a few words of encouragement in hopes of speeding up your submission to him. You never spoke a word. He would sigh and leave you with your meal that would sit until it was stone cold. Now, you sat in the corner expecting him to bring you another tray that would be cast aside. The lock clicked and the door opened slowly, but it wasn’t Jungkook. Shuffling into the room with his head hung low was Hobi. 

“Hoseok?” You gaped as he inched towards you. “I thought Jungkook would've killed you!”

He looked down and you could see his face clearer. His eyes were dark and sunken in. He looked exhausted. Your heart ached for him and what he must’ve been through. He’d been here much longer than you and Jungkook had even been together. He had probably heard and seen terrible things. It was written on his face. 

“I’m fine,” he said as he set the tray down in front of you. “You need to eat. Jungkook said you haven’t been eating anything.”

“What happened? Did he speak to you after I left? Did he—”

“Y/n, please.” He interrupted. “I can’t—. Just eat.”

“No! Tell me what happened. Did he hurt you?”

“He didn’t touch me. Eat.”

“I’ll eat if you tell me what happened.” 

He looked at you sternly before sighing. “He told me he was going to kill you and it was all my fault. He said if I hadn’t shown you the armory, you would’ve had more time to prepare.”

It was all you could do to look him in the eyes. The poor boy was terrified of his master. Tears began to tug at the corners of your eyelids. “Why would he say that?”

“To punish me. We grew up together and my family has served them for generations. He knows I want no part in this, but I am just as trapped here as you are. I have begged him to stop, to end this silly game, but he insists that it’s vital.” He paused and wiped a tear from his cheek. “He doesn’t have to harm me to hurt me. He knows what to say to get at me.” He sniffled and readjusted himself, clearing his throat before speaking. “Alright, you need to eat something.”

You picked up the tray, scoffing at the rose it came with. A small note laying to the side read, “Sorry I couldn’t come today. I'll see you soon. xoxo - bunny”. You rolled your eyes at how hard he was trying. 

“He’ll be coming for you in a few hours.”

Your blood ran ice cold as your head shot up to Hobi. His words made you feel sick all over again; giving you flashbacks to your night on the run. “What?” you asked, choking back your fear.

“Jungkook couldn’t come today because he’s been busy preparing for his parents’ arrival. They’ll be here by eight tonight. He’ll need you to get ready with him and show his family that you are a unit.” He gestured over his words with subtle sarcasm. 

You bit down hard on your lip. You were going to meet Jungkook’s family after all this time, only now you wanted nothing more than to run screaming in the opposite direction. They were just as crazy as he was; they started this. They were the very reason Jungkook had put you through everything. 

“I have to go help with the preparations.” Hoseok bowed to you and turned on his heels.

“Wait, Hoseok! Will I see you again?”

“Of course,” he smiled solemnly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

-

After inhaling the first meal you'd had in days, you sat for hours waiting for Jungkook to take you upstairs. Finally, you could hear his footsteps approaching the door. He knocked first as if you could get up and answer it before entering.

"Hi, baby." He smiled down at you. You didn't bother to so much as glance at him, clearly getting on his nerves. But maybe you weren't doing it because you were afraid of him. Maybe it was just to get under his skin like he had done to Hobi.

"Y/n," he whined. "We can't keep doing this. I need you to look at me." You didn't move. The air became thick and suffocating in a matter of seconds before he spoke again.

"Now, Y/n." His words came out as a growl, deep and menacing. You could imagine the look on his face as he stared at you: jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. Out of a sudden jolt of panic for what he might do, you finally met his eyes. His dark and dilated pupils seemed to shrink immediately and his smile reappeared. "There. That's better." He crouched down next to you, pulling out a ring of keys from his pocket. "I'm going to uncuff you now, so sit still." He reached behind your back to unlock your hands. As you pulled your arms in front of you, your eyes fell on the purple bruises that wrapped around your wrists. You hadn't even noticed how tight the cuffs were or how hard you were pulling against them. Jungkook took notice of them too and grabbed at your forearms, pulling you closer to him. Before you could rip them away, he softly pressed his lips to your wrists, repeatedly kissing them as he turned them over. "I really am sorry," he said quietly. "I hope they don't feel too bad."

"It's fine," you croaked.

"You're talking to me now?" He looked at you with his big doe eyes full of hope. You used to swoon over him and his warm, brown eyes. They used to get you to do anything he wanted. Now, they made you feel trapped and hopeless. What made it even worse is that you could still feel your love for him; still wanting to give in.

He pulled you to your feet and dusted off your clothes before linking his arm with yours. As he walked you out of the cellar, he began to explain what he had planned.

"I know you still need more time, and that's okay, but for now we need to be on the same page." He helped you up the stairs when your legs started to give out after sitting for three days. "My parents will be here soon," he continued. "And we need to make a good impression. We'll get you cleaned up and dressed before they get here, they'll arrive and we'll have dinner. They might want to stay for the night, so I had Hoseok get the guest bedroom ready." He proceeded to inform you on all the trivial tasks he had accomplished while preparing for his parents' arrival. He had flown in extra staff to help with dinner and cleaning. The entire manor was scrubbed down, you could see your reflection in the marble floor. Everything was in tiptop shape for tonight's grand event.

When you got to your bedroom upstairs, you saw a white dress lying across the mattress. Oh, how fitting. Jungkook let go of your arm and walked over to the dresser.

"I wasn't sure what jewelry you'd want to wear, so I just left out the whole box. And I put all your soaps in the shower, so everything should be ready for you." He cleared his throat when he realized you were zoned out, staring at the white gown that reminded you of one you might wear on your wedding day. Tears threatened to spill over your waterlines as you stood there. "Y/n?" He snapped you out of your daze.

"Hmm?" You were blinking back the tears, pleading with yourself to keep it together for just a few more minutes.

"We don't have much time, sweetheart. You need to get ready. Now, be a good girl and go take your shower."

"Okay," you squeaked pitifully. You felt so small, totally under his control. You hated this submission, but what could you do? There was nowhere to go. You couldn't run from him. You couldn't hide. He would always find you. You were stuck with him, at least until you made it back to Korea. But Jungkook wasn't stupid. He knew you didn't trust him yet and he wasn't going to bring you back home until he was sure you had given into him. The only reason he'd brought you up from the basement was to meet his parents. Who knows, maybe he'd toss you back in once they left. You were trapped with no way out and there was nothing you could do about it.

He smiled at you and left you alone in your room. You breathed deeply before making your way into the bathroom. As you shut the door behind you, you spotted something displayed on the counter. A beautiful set of nude lace lingerie laying by the sink, ready for you to wear. Jungkook's favorite. You screwed your eyes shut, gripping your hair in your hands. You got the urge to throw up again, but you couldn't risk ridding yourself of the only food you'd had in days. You suppressed it and opened the glass door to the shower. Turning on the faucet, you watched the water run until it was warm enough to climb under. You removed your dirty clothes and sat on the shower floor, letting the water hit you and run down your body. Staring at the tiles on the wall, you waited for the tears to resurface so you could cry. And because you knew he wouldn't hear you over the water rushing through the pipes, you sobbed into your hands, not bothering to hold anything back. It would probably be the only time you could for a while.

-

Fifty minutes later, you were standing in the foyer next to Jungkook as you waited for his parents to show. You stared at your reflection in the floor. You were wearing the white dress he picked for you, as well as the lace set from the bathroom. You had looked for another option for undergarments, but couldn't seem to find your own things anywhere. It was as if he had taken everything you owned and replaced them with what would please him or his parents.

"Don't be scared," Jungkook said.

"I'm not."

"Bunny, I know you. I can feel your heart beating from here." He stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your head. "Just relax. The worst part is over." You gulped back the lump in your throat. I'm not so sure it is.

Seconds later, Hoseok came through the front doors carrying two suitcases. Trailing behind him was Jungkook's mother and father, arms linked together wearing pristine white clothing. They stopped in front of you and you examined the couple. Mr. Jeon was tall, muscular, and handsome, resembling what could easily be an older version of your boyfriend. His expression was soft and happy; he didn't look like a killer at all. But then again, neither did Jungkook. They really had you fooled, didn't they?

His mother looked uncharacteristically calm. Hadn't she gone through the same traumatic night? Maybe she was so broken down that she just wore that sick smile permanently. Surely she wasn't just okay with this. Was she? You wanted to talk to her, alone, where her husband and your fiancé had no jurisdiction.

"Eomma. Aboji. Welcome." Jungkook held out his arms as his parents hugged him.

They exchanged greetings and bows before Mr. Jeon turned to face you. This was it. The moment you'd been dreaming of. Only now it was more of a tragic nightmare. "And this must be your gold star, huh?"

"Your little winner," Mrs. Jeon chimed in. Your heart was panging in your chest. You felt paralyzed. Jungkook beamed with pride and stepped back towards you, wrapping an arm around your side.

"This is Y/n. The love of my life." He pulled you forward to shake hands with his father and let his mother strangle you in her embrace. Before she finally released you, you could've sworn she whispered into your ear, "I'm so sorry."

"Well, what do you say we get this show on the road?" Mr. Jeon asked. Mrs. Jeon smiled at her husband and linked arms with him again as they walked in front of you. You cleared your throat and began to follow them anxiously until Jungkook stopped you.

"Don't forget this," he said. He placed something in your hand and wrapped your fingers around it before taking a few steps ahead of you. "Put it on and let's go."

You opened your hand to reveal your engagement ring. Your stomach twisted itself into a giant knot. The last time you had seen it was three days ago when you ripped it off your finger and threw it at him while he explained what would happen that night. You looked up. "Come on," he called while holding out his hand for you to take. You swallowed thickly, sliding the ring back on and moving towards him. He intertwined your fingers and kissed your knuckles before leading you into the dining room for judgment day.

-

Dinner with the Jeons was just like any other normal family dinner. There was a bit of small talk, they told you about their lives and about Jungkook, they asked you about yours; it was almost surreal. Hoseok was wandering around the dining hall with a few other people to help serve and wait on your every need. His presence was soothing to you. It was really the only thing that got you through this night. Well, that and what Mrs. Jeon had said to you when she arrived. Or had she? Was it just a figment of your imagination? Had you just been hoping that's what you heard, but it was really nothing? You couldn't tell anymore.

When you were all finished eating and everyone was ready to retire for the night, you began to make your way back to your bedroom.

"Oh, Y/n?" Mrs. Jeon called out to you from her place next to her husband. "I'd like to see you in the morning, maybe for a cup of tea?"

Maybe she had said it after all.

"I can do that," you agreed. Maybe she would have some answers for you. You were so excited at the thought of her help that you couldn't wait to get to bed so you could see her the next day. You bid them goodnight and caught Hobi's eye, nodding at him before following Jungkook out of the dining room and up the stairs.

"That went really well," he told you as you entered your room.

"I thought so." You wanted to make as much small talk with him as possible to try and ward off any ideas he could be having about sleeping in the same bed again. You walked over to the bedside table, pulling the drawer open in search of your phone. You knew it would be dead, but it made you feel safer to have it by your side.

It wasn't there.

"Looking for this?"

You turned around to see Jungkook holding your phone up, raising a brow at you. You stepped forward to try to take it from him and he tsked at you. "Aw. Why do you need it? No, baby. You're not getting this back until I know you trust me. Now, get in bed."

He tossed your phone into a dresser drawer and locked it before joining you under the covers. You tried to stay as close to the edge of the bed as possible, but after catching his angry glare again, you immediately scooted closer to him so he could cradle you in his arms. "See? This is so much better than sleeping in a wine cellar."

Even if you had made a plan to run away tonight, you couldn't do it now. He was latched onto you, locking you in place. There was no way he'd let you go. The sun would rise before he did that. As you laid with your back pressed to his chest, you focused on one thing: the conversation you would have with his mother in the morning.

"Goodnight, my love." He whispered as he peppered your face with kisses. "Dream of me." And you would. You'd see him again and again in your dreams, chasing you through the dark forest while you ran for your life.

-

"Thank you for joining me this morning, Y/n. I thought it'd be nice if we got to know each other better, just us girls."

You sat across from Mrs. Jeon in a lounge parlor, sipping your tea as she talked. "I'm glad, too." She smiled wholeheartedly.

"I wanted to start by apologizing. I know Jungkook probably scared you to death that night. He can be very dramatic, quite like his father.”

Dramatic? He tried to kill you! That was hardly what you'd call dramatic. The hope you felt the night before was beginning to go out the window. You pushed your agitations aside and focused on getting the most information out of her as you could. “Do you mind explaining how this happened? I don’t understand.”

She nodded. “Of course.” She set her teacup down beside her and folded her hands across her lap. "I guess I should start by saying the hunt has been a part of the Jeon family for as long as anyone can remember. It’s their way for the males of the family to assert their dominance by hunting down their fiancée in a game to see if they are the strongest and bravest choice for a wife. It’s purely based on pride and the need for power."

Your jaw hung open in disgust as you listened. "So, it's literally just a showcase for toxic masculinity. There's no other reason?"

"Not one I could explain, dear. I know it sounds like a bunch of rubbish, but to them, it's a testament to who they are." She sat there staring at you nonchalantly as if it wasn't a big deal.

“But what about Jungkook? He’s never been the kind of person who felt he needed to dominate me.”

"Jungkook was a little different,” she started. “He always hated the idea of the hunt, but his father and grandfather decided he didn’t have a choice. He was forced into it.”

“What happened?” you asked, mentally preparing yourself for the answer. 

“About ten years ago, Jungkook fell in love with a girl he’d known forever. He was determined to marry her and proposed as soon as her parents gave permission. He thought he could convince his father to keep him out of his tradition while they were staying here.” She looked down at her hands while she twiddled her thumbs. “He told Jungkook he needed to participate, and there would be major consequences if he didn’t comply.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Through all of this, Jungkook was a victim of his own family. But what could his father possibly have said that would make him give in?

“Still, he knew Jungkook was too soft. He knew he wouldn’t actually try to kill her if he was given the chance, so he followed him on the hunt. Jungkook cornered her, but he wanted to let her go, so he killed her for him. His father was ashamed of him and constantly berated him for being too weak to finish the job. ” 

The room went silent as your hand rose to cover your mouth. Jungkook had stood and watched his own dad murder his girlfriend, all to teach his son a lesson. She was nothing more than a pawn in the game, and Mr. Jeon decided she wasn’t good enough. He killed her and the world just forgot about it. They all bowed down to a powerful man with a powerful position. 

“After that night, he swore off all romantic relationships; he never wanted to put someone through that again. But as you might suspect from a handsome man with money who gets approached by all sorts of women; he got lonely. So he started dating again. He met another girl, same story. This time, however,  he was determined to prove to his father that he wasn’t weak. For Jungkook, the game wasn’t about making himself an alpha over his fiancee, but showing his dad that he has what it takes to be a part of the family.”

“So he killed her? The second girl?”

“Yes. When it was all over and he’d realized what he had done, he was ridden with guilt. It consumed him, and again he told himself he would never fall in love. My poor boy.” Her eyes closed and she sat there for a few seconds, the first time you’d seen her show any emotion whatsoever. “That was six years ago. He was really strong and held out for a long time. But then he met you.”

You looked up at her and caught her eyes. She was smiling again like you had brought her some sort of pride. “He was so lonely. All he’s ever wanted was for someone to love him. He decided it was best to find someone than to be alone, even knowing what it meant.”

For the second time in a matter of days, your heart was completely shattered. His father had broken him, taunting him about his ego and forcing him to cooperate. You were so angry you could scream. You felt your blood boiling beneath your skin, pressing you to do something about it. You wanted to help him, wanted to show him that everything was okay now.

“All that aside,” she continued. “Jungkook has fully accepted his place in this family, as should you.”

And you were back. Back to the dark place in your mind that reminded you your boyfriend was a killer. Was he a victim? Yes, but it was ultimately his decision to let this happen. It was clear, his allegiance was to his father, and it had remained there for a decade. 

When you looked up again, Mrs. Jeon was gone. She had known the choice you were about to make and she left you to it. After all, she had made the same one thirty years ago.

-

To say your conversation with Jungkook’s mother was frightening was an understatement. You only sat for another minute before you let your fear take over, launching yourself from your seat and bolting for the door. You practically jumped down the staircase as you ran, going as fast as possible to reach the door before anyone saw you. Turning the handle and flinging the door open, you heard a confused voice from behind. 

“Y/n?”

You didn’t look back, knowing it would only slow you down. If you learned one thing from that night, it was that you should never look back while running.

“Y/n!”

You ran as fast as you could. With Jungkook’s parents still on the island, you knew there had to be a way off. You didn’t have a plan, but you were determined to try something, anything.

“Y/n, stop!” Jungkook yelled from behind you. You kept running, fearing what he might do if he caught you. Your lungs burned and your eyes stung from the wind as it lashed at your face. You couldn’t stop. 

The ground was beginning to incline beneath you and your legs were straining to keep you upright. You skidded to a halt as you came to the top of a cliff, nearly falling over the side. You could hear his loud footsteps getting closer and you spun around to see him right in front of you.

“Y/n, I don’t want to hurt you. But I will if I have to. You're not going to leave me. Even if you did, this whole thing would just start over. Do you really want that on your conscience? Putting someone else in your place? It would be your fault. You would be condemning someone to your fate. 

That was enough. Your knees gave out from under you and you crumbled to the ground. He was right, and you knew it. You could never do that to someone else. You weren’t that selfish. You knew there was only one thing you could do: give in.

That’s how Mrs. Jeon survived this long. She had given in to her husband and received everything she’d ever needed. She was happy, cared for, and free to do as she pleased. She didn’t even feel morally wrong anymore. Now, it was your turn. Despite the immense hatred you carried in your stomach, you knew that you still loved him. He was still the same boy from before, and he would be again. All you had to do was forget this nightmare ever happened and you could live freely. You could be happy. 

You looked up at him with tears glistening on your cheeks. “Promise me,” you whispered. “Promise me that it will never happen again.”

Jungkook walked over and sat down in front of you. “I don’t have to, baby. You’re all I wanted. It’s over now.”

“You have to promise or I will never trust you.”

“I promise. It’s done.” 

You couldn’t hold back the sobs any longer. He crashed into you, pulling you close while you cried. You cried for the boy you loved, for his family, for all the victims, and for the part of you that you had given up. He sat with you like he used to, patting your back soothingly and telling you everything was going to be alright. When you finally settled down, he tucked some of your hair behind your ears to reveal your face. “Let’s get you inside.” He helped you up and you walked back to the manor together. 

-

Jungkook insisted that you bathe with him so he could stay close to you. You lied in the water, leaning your head against him as he trailed kisses down your shoulders. “I love you,” he hummed. “I’ll love you forever.” You breathed deeply in response, settling even closer to him. You still felt dreadful. This whole situation was so fucked up, but you'd made your choice.

“Don’t you ever try to run again,” he said sternly. You noticed the warning in his tone and decided your best move was to seem like you hadn't.

“Would you chase me if I did?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at him.

“I will always chase you. No matter where you go.”

“Then maybe I will,” you teased. Even if you only meant it halfheartedly, returning to your normal self was what you needed to do. It would help you get used to him again and take your mind off your broken heart.  

He chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

You laid back again, closing your eyes as he hummed in your ear. His girl. Forever. And the game that he played would be passed down for generations to come. Your children would learn it and so would theirs. The game would start again, and there was nothing you could do but sit back and watch the players become the prey. 

a.n. // thank you all so much for reading and showing your love for this story. I'm so happy you enjoyed it. I would also like to say sorry to those of you who enjoy happy endings. I personally would never give in to him, but I wanted this story to be left open for your imagination to continue. Let me know what you thought! -Kay

[aonorunic]

A Rare and Beautiful Sight, Claudeth, Fire Emblem

Summary: But the fact was, Claude had studied the rabbit shifters as much as he could. So, of course, he knew what he was seeing was a taguel in heat.

“Does the King of Almyra not desire an heir?” Byleth teased, sharp little fangs nibbling at his earlobe.

Notes: Inspired by the bunleth discussions at @pokemagines. It’s just all smut guys.

Read on AO3.

A tentative knock, followed by an equally tentative question. “My friend, are you in there?” It felt strange to be knocking on, what was until a few months ago, his own bedroom door. But when he had left for Almyra, and Byleth made Derdriu her capital, he had granted her the Riegan estates. He had expected her to move into his parents’ old rooms as they were more spacious, but Byleth had taken over his old quarters, saying she enjoyed the view better from the spacious balcony.

When no answer came, Claude turned the doorknob, and finding it unlocked, entered the room. He quickly learned why Marianne had tried so hard to dissuade him from coming up. The air smelled sweet, familiar and alien all at the same time. To his embarrassment, Claude felt his cock begin to harden in interest.

A quiet gasp drew his attention next, and Claude was not quite sure how the sight before him was not the first thing he noticed. Byleth lay spread out on his bed (well, her bed now, but that was beside the point). She moaned again, and Claude watched in fascination as she lifted one hand to her very naked breast and began to tease her own nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Her other hand reached between her spread legs. Byleth’s leg was in the way, so Claude could not see her fingers actually working her, but he saw the results as Byleth tossed her head and arched her back, trying to force her fingers deeper into herself.

“Claude, oh Claude,” she moaned.

He was frozen to the spot. He did not think she had seen him yet, but she was moaning his name, imagining it was his hand pleasuring her (or perhaps something else of his, Claude was a bit overwhelmed at the moment). It was not long before she screamed his name, the noise going straight to his cock, and collapsed back onto the bed, spent. 

He watched her as she regained her breath. Byleth lifted the hand that had been buried inside her pussy, still covered with her own pleasure, and slowly began to lick her fingers clean. Her adorable little nose wiggled when she was half way done, realizing someone else’s scent was in the room. Byleth turned her head toward him, her eyes going wide for a brief moment. So, either she had not known he was there, or she was a very good actress.

The look of surprise was quickly replaced by a mischievous grin. Byleth held out a clawed hand to him, her large bunny ears laid back and relaxed. Claude loved those ears. He dreamed about being able to touch those ears just as he did every other part of her body. The second he met her, he began to research taguel. Of course, all the books he found showed taguel with the ears of lop rabbits, whereas Byleth’s resembled those of a standard rabbit, a lionhead if he had to guess, what with how fuzzy they were. Unfortunately, it seemed all the taguel had been wiped out in their homelands, which only made Teach even more rare.

But the fact was, he had studied the rabbit shifters as much as he could. So, of course, he knew what he was seeing was a taguel in heat.

He realized he was still staring when Byleth threw those long legs of hers over the side of the bed and began to walk toward him. Claude heard himself gulp, his pants now painfully tight. Byleth’s ears twitched, curious but cautious. Those ears were always so damn expressive even when her face was not. Her large breasts were on full display, and he could see her own slick wetting her inner thighs. “Claude? Mate?”

He took a deep breath, and it took every ounce of willpower for him to turn away from her. At some point he had managed to shut the door behind him, so now he had another task to perform before he could run from his old room. “I’m sorry, my friend. I should not have intruded.”

“Claude?” her voice was more urgent now, heartbreakingly so.

“Byleth,” he breathed her name, and unable to help himself, he admitted the truth to her. She was the only one he trusted with his every secret after all, it was only fitting she have this one as well. “You have no idea how much I want this, how much I want you. But I won’t take advantage of you when you’re in such a state. Once your heat has passed, we can discuss this.”

Warm arms wrapped around him from behind, and he could feel her pressed fully against his back. Her hands rested on his chest, one directly above his heart. “I am not so far gone that I would mate with anyone who walked through that door. I know my chosen mate. I have waited a long time for you. I want no other, will allow no other to mate with me. I want you, and you alone, Claude. I chose once not to fight my heat when I thought you would take me, but you left. I do not wish you to leave again.”

Again? Claude tried to focus on that, but his thoughts were not really responding to his more rational desires. He felt her head brush against his back, just between his shoulder blades. Byleth was rubbing her forehead against his shirt, and it caused the soft fur of her ears to brush against the back of his head. Wasn’t that something rabbits did when they were trying to mark someone with their scent? Or maybe that was cats. Claude had more important things to focus his remaining mental capacities on at the moment.

Those too were thrown right out the window when Byleth stood on tiptoe so she could reach his ear. Her breath skimmed over the shell of his ear, and he shivered when Byleth’s lips brushed against him. “Does the King of Almyra not desire an heir?” she teased, sharp little fangs nibbling at his earlobe.

His brain broke.

Claude turned in her embrace and kissed her so fiercely Byleth was taken off guard. Her mouth opened in surprise, and Claude did not miss the chance to slip his tongue inside. Byleth quickly recovered, moaning happily into him, and rolling her hips against him, purring with pleasure when she felt his hard cock against her hip.

She walked them back to the bed, her sharp claws tearing away pieces of his clothing. Claude didn’t even care that he would have nothing to wear walking out of her room. It would definitely be worth it. He took his hands from her only long enough to toss his gloves to the floor, moaning against her lips when his hands finally got a hold of her. 

When the back of Byleth’s knees hit the bed, she dropped backwards, arms still wrapped around Claude’s neck. Claude followed her down, pinning Byleth under his weight. He lifted himself up quickly, staring down at her in concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Byleth’s ears flicked back and forth slowly in amusement. “I’m the one who pulled you down, Claude. But no, you did not hurt me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, once more pulling him to her. “Please, Claude, I need you.”

“Well, when you beg so prettily, how could I deny you?” Claude grinned, and quickly began placing kisses along Byleth’s exposed skin, sinking lower until he was positioned comfortably between her thighs. Claude buried his face between her legs, causing Byleth to shout in surprise as he began to eat her out without warning. She tasted absolutely divine, and Claude found himself never wanting to come up for air.

She did not let him feast for long. Byleth’s hand tangled in his hair, drawing a sharp hiss from Claude as she pulled him away from her cunt. “As talented as you tongue is, I need more, Claude.”

He smiled down at her and leaned in for another kiss, his hands running reverently down her sides. When Byleth arched into him, his hand moved to her back as he tried to bring her as close as possible. His hand brushed against something soft, and Claude pulled away from her.

Byleth whined, only to yelp a moment later when Claude flipped her over onto her stomach. And there, sitting at the base of her spine, was a white fluffy tail. He had known she had one, had even caught glimpses of it before in battle, but he had never gotten a good look at it before. Byleth always wore that long jacket that covered her entire backside. Which really was a shame, because her ass was just as amazing as the rest of her.

“Claude, what are you doing?” Byleth whined. She tried to roll back over, but Claude held her in place.

“Give me a minute. I’ve never gotten to touch your tail before.” Claude smirked as he nipped at her shoulder, relishing the gasp she rewarded him with when his fingers lightly played with her cotton soft fur.

Byleth pressed herself back against him, rubbing herself against her erect cock. “You can play with my tail all you like later, but right now, fuck me,” she demanded.

He chuckled as her ears folded back in annoyance, but lifted her hips and positioned himself behind her. “Damn, By, I love you.” The words spilled from his mouth before he could stop them. And before she could answer him, Claude entered her. Byleth cried out in relief as he slowly sank every inch of himself inside her, clawing at the sheets and twisting them to shreds. 

“Yes, Claude,” she hissed, pushing back to meet his thrust. “So good.”

She was hot, her walls clinging to him, desperate for him to stay inside her. Claude groaned and bent forward, resting his forehead against Byleth’s back. He slowly began to pull out of her, Byleth whining at the loss, only to purr happily when he thrust back in. Claude tried to keep a slow and gentle pace, he really did, but between his own desires and Byleth begging him for more, he was soon pounding into her at a rapid pace.

“Claude, yes, Claude,” Byleth moaned over and over again, saying his name like a chant. When he reached a hand to her back, stroking his fingers through the fur of her tail, he felt Byleth tighten almost painfully around him as she cried out. He caught her before she collapsed forward, lifting her up so her back was pressed against his chest. A few more thrusts into her tight heat, and Claude was filling her with his cum, moaning words of love and adoration against her shoulder.

Claude lowered them both down none to gracefully, but managing not to land on top of Byleth. She sighed as his now soft cock slipped from her body, and turned to nuzzle against him. “Mate,” she cooed happily, kissing his chin. “I love you too, Claude.”

He held her tightly, kissing her head and stoking her ears. He could not remember a time when he had ever been this happy. Not even after the had defeated Nemesis. Not even when the crown was placed on his head. No. This, right here, with Byleth in his arms, this was truly the best moment of his life.

“Hey,” Claude said some time later, breaking the comfortable silence. “Earlier, what you were saying about not fighting your heat, what did you mean by that?”

The question alone was worth it for the dark blush that crossed Byleth’s cheeks. Her ears laid back against her hair, only heightening the rather adorable image. “I usually take a blend of herbs to lessen the effects of my heats, but we were so surprised by the rebels’ attack, I did not have time to prepare it.”

“And the time before?”

Byleth buried her face against his chest and groaned. Claude only laughed and waited. Eventually Byleth raised her face again, but her cheeks were still a deep pink. “After we defeated Nemesis. I felt one coming, and when you asked me to meet you in the Goddess Tower, I was going to admit how I felt about you. But then we were interrupted, and there was never a time after that when we got to be alone. Not before you left anyways.”

Claude’s smile died and he kissed the top of her head. “I am sorry I had to leave you.”

Byleth shook her head, the tips of her ears tickling his chin. “No, you did what you had to. But it did leave me in the rather awkward position of explaining to Seteth why the coronation needed to be postponed.” A smile began to work its way back onto Claude’s face, but was quickly replaced with a look of surprise when Byleth’s hand reached between them and grasped his cock. He was already half hard again. He knew he was still a young man, but that recovery time was quick even for him. Most likely Byleth’s pheromones were affecting him in other ways he had not read about. That would certainly be something worth studying. “And then I was in this bed, moaning your name for days as I pleasured myself, begging for your cock.”

And now that imagine was firmly in his head. Claude prided himself on his quick wits, but Byleth had a talent for making him speechless. 

Byleth shoved him onto his back and quickly straddled him, rubbing her ass against his cock until he was once more fully erect and begging to fuck her. She grinned down at him, bunny ears held straight with pleasure, and lowered herself onto him. Claude moaned as Byleth fucked herself on his cock, delighting in the obvious pleasure on her face. 

He reached up to cup her breasts, enjoying the way they bounced in his hands. He rolled his hips to meet her, sinking himself deeper into her. And then she did something with her hips, something absolutely sinful that he could not pay full attention to because it was doing that thing where she made him forget what words were. She laughed, a rare but beautiful sound, and leaned down to kiss him. “My mate,” Byleth cooed against his skin. “Claude, my mate, all mine.”

“Yes, By! Yours! All yours!” He came for a second time, filling Byleth again.

She gasped and continued to ride him, even as his cock grew soft inside her. Claude reached between them and stroked her clit with one hand, the other reaching up to pet one of her ears. Byleth bucked against him once, twice, and then rode out her own orgasm against Claude’s hand.

When Claude pulled out of Byleth, he saw his own semen leaking out of her, and he could not help but smile, genuine and bright, at the thought of a child growing inside her. His child.

He had become King of Almyra, and now he would have the Queen of Fódlan as a lover. And their children would unite nations.

Byleth opened her eyes and gave a small cry of protest when Claude swung his feet over the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, kissing the top of her head.

He could feel Byleth’s eyes on him as he searched through his ruined clothes, ears perking up in interest when he gave a cry. “Aha! Found it!”

Claude hurried back to the bed and quickly snuggled back against Byleth’s warm body. “Give me your hand.” 

Byleth did as he bid, and he slid the emerald ring onto her finger. “I was going to give this to you at the Goddess Tower, but well, like you said, we got interrupted. I want you to be my wife, Byleth.”

She purred happily, rubbing her head against the bottom of his chin before she lifted her face for a kiss. “Of course I’ll marry you, Claude von Riegan. I have a ring for you as well.”

“Do you now?”

“I do.” Byleth sighed happily and closed her eyes. “But it will have to wait. I am too comfortable to move right now.”

Claude chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “We’ve got time, my love.”

[untaemedqueen]

Peregrination > j.jk

Peregrination > j.jk

Chapter 4.

Discovery (n) - the action or process of discovering or being discovered

“We’re leaving. We have to go before tomorrow’s practice.” Taehyung announces as you walk back from the bathroom, “Wanna leave with us?” Jimin asks nonchalantly as he stands by the door slipping on his shoes. Jeongguk eyes you wearily and you smile slightly, “Nah. It’s okay, I’ll chill for a while longer.” Jeongguk smiles widely and relaxes back into the couch before waving at his two older brothers. “We’ll see you tomorrow then.” You give a slight wave before throwing yourself on the couch next to Kookie. He chuckles before turning on the t.v. “Wanna watch a movie?” He asks as his door slams shut. You shrug and tilt your head to look over at him. “Whatever you wanna do, it’s your house.” Jeongguk stretches out on the couch, his head almost in your lap. “I missed you, y’know. When you went to go see your parents two weeks ago, it was like a part of me was missing.” Your eyes widen, “Parents?” You practically yell making Jeongguk’s eyebrow raise. “Yeah, your parents? The ones that brought you into this world?” You scramble forward to grab your phone from the table, you throat becoming tight. They’re alive?! You unlock your phone before scrolling through pictures. You gasp loudly at the pictures. They were of your parents, you with them. In your old life you had seen pictures of them in your grandmothers house. But now, here they are with you at this age! Jeongguk snorts before laying his head on your lap. “That dream must have really knocked your head around, huh?” You could almost cry in happiness but you do not know them at all. You put the phone down and look down at Jeongguk. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, “Shall we watch a drama?” “Uh, sure. Excuse me.” You say quickly.

You step out onto the balcony before going through your call logs. You seem to call your mother almost everyday. Did you have this relationship with her? You press the call button before leaning against the rail overlooking cars as they drive down the busy streets. The phone gives out three shrill rings before the phone picks up. “Oh? Daughter. It’s late. Are you okay?” “Mom?” You practically whisper. “Mmm?” She asks, you could almost hear a smile through her tone. “I just... I wanted to call.” “Is everything okay?” You breathe a shaky sigh putting your hand to your forehead. This was all so new, so foreign and so heartwarming. “Y-Yeah, I just... I miss you.” You say clearing your throat. “I miss you too... Ya! Are you drinking with Jeongguk again?! You better not drink too much!” She chides you, you hear the glass door slide open, “Yes, Mom, I won’t drink too much.” Jeongguk stands next to you before grabbing the phone and putting it on speaker. His bunny smile appearing as you look at him with wide eyes. “Eomeoni~!” Jeongguk cheers pushing your arm with his. You stare at him as he brings your phone closer to his mouth. The veins in his arms bulging as he smiles widely, his eyes closing slightly as his aegyosal protrudes a bit. You begin to smile just watching him do so. His nose wrinkles as your mother calls back to him. “Our Jeonggukie! Are you doing well?” He hums in agreement, “Of course! I’m doing well because your daughter is taking such good care of us.” Your elbow perches on the balcony railing as your cheek lays in your hand. Was it this way between you? You were best friends like this? “Did you get the kimchi I made?” Jeongguk licks his lips before making a guttural noise with his throat. “It was soooooo good. I hope to have more soon.” “Oh? I gave Y/N some a few weeks ago to give you.” Jeongguk looks over at your with squinting eyes. “Yah! Mom gave you food for me and you ate it yourself? Wah! Bad girl!” He chides poking you in the stomach. You furr your eyebrows. She did? “It’s at my house.” You suggest and Jeongguk calms down with a chuckle. “I’ll get the kimchi and eat it deliciously!” Your mother hums in acknowledgement over the phone. “Go enjoy the night then. I hope to see you soon Kookie.” “Yea~! I’ll come with Y/N home soon! Goodnight Eomeoni!” He hangs up and puts your phone in his back pocket. “Yah! Your moms kimchi is seriously the best, how could you not bring it to me?” He nudges you and you finally notice how you were staring. You shake your head and avert your gaze over the railing. “I’ll bring it!” You say rubbing your hands together awkwardly. “You better or the next time you go home, I’m going with.” You look over at him as he cards his fingers through his hair. “I have a feeling that whether I bring it or not you’ll still come.” Jeongguk laughs loudly, the now blowing wind taking the noises with it. “Probably.” He sniffs before putting his hands in his sweatpants. He stares down at the street with you. “Being with you on windy nights warms me up like cocoa.” He smirks to himself before watching some cars park. “Y/N?” Jeongguk asks, you look over at him and feel a sense of ease. “Hmm?” Jeongguk opens his mouth before closing it shut. “No. Nothing. Come on. Let’s go watch t.v.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you inside with him. 

You yawn loudly as the ending credits rolls over the t.v. screen. “That was a good movie.” Jeongguk stretches his arms up and makes loud noises. “Oh? It’s already two a.m. You can’t go home at this time.” He turns his head away from you, “Guess you’ll have to stay.” You look at him wide eyed. “Stay where? I can go home, I’ll catch a cab!” You say standing quickly. “Yah! Yah! I couldn’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you. Let’s just sleep and in the morning you can run home and change before your meeting.” He stands tall in front of you before ruffling your hair. “You stay over all the time, why would it be weird this time?” You do? You pick skin off your lips with your teeth as he pulls you down the familiar yet so unfamiliar hallway. He passes a few rooms before stopping in front of a door. He opens it with a flourish and you snort. Stepping inside, it was his bedroom. Everything was organized neatly, his computer on one side of the large room and a king sized bed on the other. Figurines and precious items of his in a large glass shelving unit by the balcony doors. “I’ll go get some of your clothes.” You open your mouth but he was already gone. You kept your clothes here it seems, you must be close. You shuffle around the bed to the glass shelving unit as you put your hands behind your back as if you were at a museum. Your eyes glance over all the items, they had little tags in front of them, dating each memory of the item briefly. Your eyes fall on a fortune cookie paper. 

‘Love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies. - Aristotle’

April 24th. The Good Fortune

You wrinkle your nose at the cute message before looking up and thinking. The Good Fortune? What could he mean?

You sit in Jeongguk’s living room eating Chinese take out as you watch t.v. “Wah! That looks like so much fun!” Kookie cheers as he watches a man ski down a large snow hill. “Yah. You’re such a daredevil. You know how much it scares me to see you do crazy things? Like when we went to New Zealand and you did that ridiculous death drop. I was so worried!” You chide your best friend as you smack his arm. He chuckles before slurping noodles. “That was a great time. I had a blast.” He says with a full mouth. “Ew! Gross! Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to talk with food in your mouth?!” You roll your eyes with a smile as he munches his food, his cheeks bulging out. You eat some rices before leaning back on the couch with a loud exhale. “Aish! I’m full!” You whine making Kookie laugh. “You’re such a pig, you ate that whole thing!” He teases and you look up at him wide eyed. “Pig? Wah! Coming from the guy who talks with his mouth full of food like he’s a trash compactor!” He laughs putting his head back, his beauty marks on his right cheek evident. He sniffles before standing, “Time to clean this mess.” You go to stand and he shakes his head. “I got it.” He puts his hand on his heart. “Oh, namja.” You mutter folding your legs as he throws the garbage into the plastic bag. Oh? Fortune cookies!” Kookie cheers before sitting down in the same position as you as you face each other. “Pick.” He holds out his hands, two fortune cookies resting in them. You pick the one on the left before cracking it open. “What’s it say?” Jeongguk asks as his forehead collides into yours. “Aish!” You whine putting your hand to your forehead, “The fortune you seek is in another cookie.” You look up at Jeongguk as he bursts into laughter, his body falling back as he kicks his legs, “You really have no luck, Y/N!” He laughs loudly and you pout, “Oh, yeah? Then what’d you get?!” You whine, he wipes at his eyes as he still continues to giggle. He cracks the cookie open, the crumbs scattering on to his pants. “Love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies. - Aristotle.” He reads aloud before leaning his head against the couch cushion. “That’s true.” He nods to himself and you whine loudly. “You’re always so fucking golden, it’s not fair!” You throw your cookie and fortune in the trash as Jeongguk smiles. He stands up clapping, “Only the people born with great skill could be as golden as I am.” You scoff rolling your eyes, “I have great skill!” You complain as he shuts off the t.v. “But you’re not greater then I am!” Jeongguk teases. “Yah! Jeon Jeongguk!” You stand as he taunts you as you chase him around the living room. 

“Ah, it was from that time.” You whisper as the door opens again, Kookie comes back in with your sleeping clothes in hand. “Here you go.” He smirks before taking off his shirt and throwing himself on the bed. “Get changed and come back.” He says with a laugh as you stare at his body. You stutter before replying as you walk into the open bathroom. You close the door slightly as you change. Wow, he has a great body. He has fucking six pack! This shouldn’t be so shocking to you, he does work out all the time. “Any day now!” Jeongguk calls out, “Mmm!” You respond as you throw your shirt over your naked top half. Jeongguk wasn’t embarrassed with you at all, he was so comfortable and just able to be himself. You look in the mirror before smiling, of course Ha Won was your best friend too but it was never to this extent. She never depended on your friendship like Kookie did or Taehyung or Jimin for that matter. This was really real. You squeal quietly before taking a deep breath. 

You exit the bathroom and throw your clothes on Jeongguk’s gaming chair. He looks up from his phone with a raised eyebrow. “Did you die in there? What took you so long.” You shrug with a smile and he gives a smirk in return. You lay down next to him as you both look up at the ceiling. “You sure you’re okay?” He asks quietly, you clear your throat and give a nod. “Yeah... I...I think I am okay. Great, in fact.” Jeongguk wrinkles his nose before sighing, “That’s a relief. I thought that dream would have changed you. You weren’t acting like my Y/N at all and I was seriously so worried.” He turns over giving you his back as he shuts the light off. You do the same and snuggle into the pillow. “If you have a bad dream wake me up, okay?” He whispers in the darkness. “Okay.” You whisper before biting your lip. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight Kookie.”

You groan as an alarm blasts throughout the room. You blink once or twice before sitting up, the heavy grey duvet cover rippling as the upcoming sun peaks into the bedroom. You look over at Jeongguk, he turned over in the night time. You reach over and shut his alarm off. You hadn’t even thought to set one, he was so thoughtful for you. His lips sputter as he continues to sleep. He must be so exhausted to not even hear an alarm that loud. You shouldn’t wake him, he should rest. You tiptoe out of his bed as you approach his gaming chair to grab your clothes. You turn around and look at Jeongguk once more, his long brown hair falling into his eyes as his tattooed arm resting under his face. Even while he sleeps he looks so peaceful. A small smile produces on your lips as you look toward the bathroom.

You exit the bathroom and look at where Jeongguk was just a few minutes ago. He was gone, his place in the bed wrinkled. You look around and sigh before folding your clothes on the bed. You step out into the large hallway. “Kook?” You call out. “Kitchen!” He answers back, your feet padding the heated floor as you walk to him. He leans against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. “You didn’t wake me.” He hands you a cup of coffee before taking a sip. “I wanted you to sleep. You looked tired.” He pats his face and gives you a thumbs up, “I’m awake and ready-to-go! Finish your coffee and I’ll drive you.” His bare face, full of little birth marks makes you tilt your head. He was beautiful and you were really grateful to have him by your side. “You don’t have to drive me, I can take a cab.” Jeongguk smiles widely. “I don’t have to do anything, I WANT to drive you home. And, I can show you my new car.” “Oh, so this is all so you can boast about how much money you have.” You tease, he snorts into his coffee before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Finish your coffee.” He chuckles before putting his empty cup in the sink.

You enter the garage of his apartment complex, you look around at all the expensive cars, “Wow.” You mutter feeling cheap. “Come on.” He says as his fingers grasp your wrist. He pulls you towards the back section. He stops in front of a dark grey Mercedes Benz. “Oh-ho! Jeongguk does well for himself, huh?” You cheer as your hand slides over the shiny hood. “I’m a international celebrity, have’t you heard?” He puts on sunglasses with a cheeky smile as he unlocks the car. “Get in.”

You sing along with Jeongguk as you drive down the streets. “What if someone recognizes us? Don’t you think we’ll get in trouble?” You ask turning down the music. Jeongguk sucks in air through his teeth. “We’ll be fine. Everyone knows how good of friends we are. I mean, why wouldn’t be riding together? I tell everyone you’re my bestie. Even ARMY knows.” You tilt your head as Jeongguk lowers his window. “We’re fine. Just enjoy your ride, madam.” He turns up the music again before rapping making you laugh. He had this way of doing that, making everything troublesome go away. You relax into the seat before putting your window down as well. “It’s a go!” He yells as he light turns from red to green. 

You step into the practice studio as the boys goof off. “Oh?! Y/N! You came!” Jimin cheers wildly as him and Seokjin dance next to each other. You give a small wave as you sit down next to their manager. “Y/N.” He acknowledges with a smile. “Jisung oppa.” You say with a smile, he rests his head back, “Tell them to not mess around. I’m tired.” You laugh before slapping your knees and standing up. “Yah! Jisung said don’t mess around!” You call to them and they pout. “No fun!” Hoseok whines in English. Seokjin looks over at you and gives you a large smile as well as a thumbs up.  You flag him over and he points to himself, his long sleeves rippling. You nod with a smile. He bounces over to you and pets your head. “What’s up, forest?” He asks and you smile at his nickname. “I want you to make me forget.” You whisper, he steps back and folds his arms. “Y/N...” He looks surprised, “I don’t want to be confused anymore. I want this like to be the only one I remember.” Jin opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. He pulls you farther away to a corner of the large room. “I don’t know if that’s the best idea. You might forget why you came to be here. Your old life holds a large part of you. If you lose that part-” “Then I’ll be the me I should be.” He tuts quietly before folding his arms again. “I don’t think you want to-” “I do! I really do! I love my life here! It’s so great! I’ll remember that I’m a forest in a barren world!” You ramble on quickly hoping he doesn’t reject you. “You won’t be the you that you think you are. Things will change.” Seokjin warns and you nod happily. “I get it. I’ll be the me of this life! I understand!” Seokjin bites his lip nervously before looking up, his eyes seem to glaze over before looking down at you. “Request granted.” He whispers before grabbing your hands. “Y/N. You are a really great person in this life but without truly knowing how lucky and special it was for you to come here. Things will change.” Seokjin warns you, you nod and stand up straight. “Go ahead, oppa. I’m ready.” He sighs shaking his head as you close your eyes. “Thickheaded.” He mutters before his hands clutch onto yours. You whine out in pain and just like that, a rush of energy bolts through you. “Y/N?” Seokjin asks, you open your eyes and smile. “Hmm?” You asks swinging your arms with his. “How did you come to be here?” He asks quietly, you furrow your eyebrows. “I was just at a meeting and then I came here, silly.” He nods before backing away. He pets your head, “It’s hard to endure sad feelings from before but it’s even harder to appreciate what you have when you have no idea how you came to obtain such a thing.” He says before pulling you close and hugging you. You were confused, you couldn’t possibly begin to understand what he meant. “You’re a forest in a barren world. Got it?” He asks and you raise an eyebrow. “I’m a what?” You ask with a laugh. “Just...think about it.” You peak over his shoulder as Ha Won enters the room. You give her a curt nod and she tilts her head. “Y/N! Come fix my hair! It’s all messy!” Namjoon calls out and you smile at him. Ha Won approaches you and you look her over. “Ha Won.” You say and she stops in her tracks. “Where’s my hug?” She asks opening her arms. “Were we ever close like that for me to hug you? You work for me.” You look her over before sucking in and tilting your head. Weird, what’s gotten into her. Seokjin looks at you through the mirror with soft eyes as you tousle Namjoons hair. You look over at him as Ha Won rushes over to him. They’re being so weird today. “Pretty as a picture.” You squeeze Namjoons cheeks and he gives you a wide smile. His chin creasing in delight. “Thanks, you’re the best.” You smirk before sitting down and looking at the two weirdos in the corner.

“What?! Change her back right now!” Ha Won seethes through her teeth as she pushes Seokjin gently. “She’ll have to find her own way back, until then, it’s like this.” “Why did you agree to this? I’m stuck on my own now!” Ha won cries out putting her hands in her hair. “God thought it would be a good lesson for her to learn, to appreciate life.” Ha Won scoffs and folds her arms. “Then what am I?!” She whines looking over at Y/N. “You’re just a...a casualty.” Seokjin mumbles, Ha Won bites her lip as her eyes begin to burn. “Yah. How does this get fixed?” She asks, her throat feeling small as she swallows thickly. “Y/N, will slowly begin to remember... unless there’s some way to make her remember.” Seokjin sits on the ground with Ha Won, his fingers perching under his chin. “Let’s think.”

Jeongguk slams his sweaty body down next to you and you lay your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t have any bad dreams last night, right?” He asks as he watches Hoseok dance. “No.” You answer puffing out your cheeks. “Good. You deserve to be happy always.” You smirk before snorting at his comment. “You’re sappy today.” “Y/N!” Seokjin calls to you as he stands up. “You should go see your parents this weekend before we leave to Iceland.” He calls to you. “That’s not a bad idea.” You reply as he sits down next to Namjoon. He looks out the ground for a bit before raising his head. “And take Kookie with you.” He calls out, you look at Jeongguk next to you as he gives you a creepy smile. “I did tell Eomeoni that I’ll go with you next time. I’m getting a boatload of kimchi to take home with me this time.” You laugh as he rubs his hands together in a greasy way. “Fine, you can come. It’ll be fun!” You whisper and Jeongguk gives a nod. “There’s nothing better then going on a road trip with your best friend.” You smile before looking in the mirror as Ha Won stares at you. What’s with her? But for some reason, you feel sorry. For some unknown reason you feel guilty towards her and you couldn’t place the feeling.