#yoongi's face is glorious throughout

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule Spinoff: Elysian

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: BECAUSE DADDY'S HOME! I am so, so so so so happy he’s back. Extremely proud of our blorbo. My heart is fulllll. Also pls note that Latibule and Elysian’s timeline is happening simultaneously 😁

Masterlist, Part V of __

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Jung Hoseok asked as he watched incredulously his brother, Kim Seokjin, ‘fought’ with Taehyung.

Or rather, as he watched him willingly got beaten up by the younger man. This was a rather peculiar event as their oldest hyung was rarely seen to be in this state. He always thought he was above petty brawls even when the maknaes begged the mafia prince to spar with them. They knew how good he was, if not the best among them. He had rigorous trainings since he learned how to walk. In fact, they witnessed how good he was, but Kim Seokjin was never one to brag about his skills. On the other hand, he always took pride on how he looked, never one to be seen with even a strand of hair out of place. His clothes were never seen with any crease at all that one would think he didn’t move throughout the day. It was so ridiculous that his pairs of sleepwear were of the highest quality. You’d never catch this man slipping.

See, one would think that he was truly a prince because of the standard he held himself in.

But now, he was not even pretending to put up a fight even as Taehyung landed blows after blows until the younger man hesitated. Even someone as emotionless as him knew something was wrong which proved just how peculiar their hyung was acting. Had he been in his right mind, he wouldn’t even let Taehyung’s fist near his ‘glorious’ and ‘worldwide handsome’ face. Well, his words and not theirs.

Hoseok and Namjoon, on the other hand, knew for certain that should Seokjin wanted to fight, he could do so. After all, they witnessed firsthand the unhinged and dangerous version of their hyung before he decided that he would rather pamper his skin with expensive creams and serums than the stark blood of his enemies, and well sometimes, even friends.

“Hyuuuung!” Taehyung finally snapped, pouting at Seokjin who had blood dripping from the open gash on his forehead. “You agreed!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes as he wiped the blood on his plump lips. “Did I? Because I vividly remember that you asked me to spar and I didn’t say anything.”

“You stood up and went in the ring with me!” Taehyung snapped back, his eyes wide before looking at his brothers as though to point out how ridiculous Seokjin was being.

Namjoon quietly chuckled at the scene in front of him. They were gathered somewhere in an unnamed basement building and two of his brothers were sparring as the four other brothers keenly watched as though this was the most interesting thing in their life. If anyone saw these six distinguished men in their respective fields acting like this, Namjoon thought that they wouldn’t even believe their own eyes. Heck, this dark basement had two distinguished police officers, the top doctor in the country, actor who won the most prestigious awards, a tech genius with numerous connections with the world leaders, and yours truly, the best attorney in the country that had a stellar case win rate and was constantly being asked by political groups to join them. They were just missing the chief of police, Min Yoongi. They still couldn’t reach him since last week.

They were used to him vanishing like that, but Namjoon’s senses told him that this time it was different. His eyes shifted to the smiling man next to him, his phone capturing the scene like he was always fond of doing. He couldn’t help but noticed the slight limp he was sporting when he walked in. His draconic eyes shifted to the faint bruises in his knuckles which he claimed were all from training.

“Right, Joonie?” Hoseok suddenly turned to him, his pleasant smile ever present on his face.

“What?” he blinked, suddenly dawning on him that everyone’s attention was on him.

“Where are you? Is Namjoon in the room with us?” Hoseok kidded before playfully bumping his shoulder. “I said, hyung didn’t explicitly give his consent to the sparring. Taehyung was wrong-“

“Hyuuuung!” Taehyung stomped his foot in indignation, acting like the baby they knew he was.

Jungkook chuckled as Tae’s statement, thoroughly enjoying the scene. “You hit Jin hyung without his consent. Tsk tsk.”

“But he went in the ring and stood there! Taetae is not wrong,” Jimin defended his agemate before letting his Slytherin ways that had always thrived in chaos won. “But then again, Taehyung, how can you hit that face? Come on, man, that’s just wrong.”

And chaos ensued as all five of them spoke over one another while the subject of the chaos was emotionlessly wiping the blood on his face with his towel he probably imported from Japan. He didn’t care of the chaos brought by his nonchalance in the violence, taking his sweet time to gulp water from his bottle as though nothing bothered him, as though the wounds and forming bruises on his body didn’t hurt.

“Fine, fine!” Taehyung relented, raising both his hands to stop the verbal assaults being thrown from both sides. “But why did he let me hit him so many times?! He could have stopped me! Hell, he could take all of us if he wanted to!”

“That makes sense,” Jungkook agreed, nodding his head before turning his doe eyes to his hyung who was now silently looking at his phone. “If noona sees you like this, she won’t like you anymore.”

“She already doesn’t like me.”

That was the first time he opened his mouth that night after brooding in the basement for so long and spreading his dark energy. Even Jungkook who was always found to be sitting next to him in any occasion opted to sit on the other side of the room.

“Who’s she?” Namjoon asked, his brows pinched together from confusion and curiosity. Girl? Hyung was with a girl when he didn’t even look at them before because, as he quoted, ‘why bother when his visual was better that theirs?’

“You know? The girl I posted in my Instagram story with hyung?”

At Namjoon’s blank stare, Jungkook exploded. “You still hadn’t followed me back?! The audacity, Attorney Kim! Until now, I’m still stuck as a liker and commenter on all your posts! All you follow is your secretary and all you post is her son and her! And plants! It’s like I don’t matter to you-”

“Okay, so who’s she?”

Jungkook blinked, “She’s a doctor in hyung’s hospital. She’s kind and pretty, and she likes Taylor Swift, and she bought me samgyupsal. And you!”

He pointed at his Jin hyung with accusation in his eyes. He squinted his doe eyes at him before sauntering near to him. “What did you do?”

Seokjin lifted his dark eyes on him before putting down his phone. “Why do automatically think it’s something I did?”

“Noona literally had heart in her eyes when she looked at you! And am I wrong? Was it not your fault?”

His silence was enough to confirm Jungkook’s accusation. He scoffed as he straightened up and thought to himself that somehow, in a room full of intelligent and capable men, he was surrounded by idiots.

“Fix it or else I’ll give the engineer in my office her name. He’s been pestering me to introduce noona to him ever since he saw her on my Instagram and I might just give it to him-“

“What’s his name?!” Seokjin cut him off, suddenly standing to his full height and with so much force that the chair he was sitting on fell back to the ground.

“No!”

“Get back here and give me his name!”

“I’m leaving!”

“Jeon Jungkook, you get back here right now! Where does he live?!”

-

Had you been an outsider to all this fiasco, then you would surely feel sorry for he-who-shall-not-be-named aka Voldemort aka Kim Seokjin. Had you been an outsider to this situation, then you would surely find this all funny.

But you weren’t. You were, in fact, in the middle of it all.

You decided the moment you went home after he slandered your name, belittled you, and short-of shouted at everyone that he would never fall for you because you didn’t pass his taste. In fact, and you quoted, you were ‘so below him’ and you weren’t the same stature as him that he was embarrassed for someone to even think that he felt something for you.

What a dramatic person, you thought. Why would you be hurt over a crush? Why would you even cry over it?

You sat with your feelings that weekend. You thought and thought hard enough to know that the reason why you bawled your eyes out the moment you exited that coffee shop and why you lost your appetite and stayed in bed was because all he said was the truth.

Were you beneath him in stature? Check.

Was his taste in women beyond you? Check.

Were you below him? Check.

Did he only entertain you because you were funny? Damn right you were. You were hilarious as fuck.

But still, you called in sick for work after weekend passed. You were still hurt and quite frankly, too embarrassed to even see him or any people from the hospital that knew how hard you were chasing him. You sat with your feelings long enough to realize that just because some guy, no matter how perfect he was in the outside, didn’t like you back did not mean that it was the end of the world. Your mother did not raise a weak woman. Well, she really didn’t raise you, but anyway!

You decided to do exactly what you did best.

Avoidance.

According to an article written by Lebow in 2022, somatic avoidance refers to steering clear from situation that elicit a physical response similar to anxiety or stress response. Right now, you were actively avoiding your greatest stress in life. So when you met his eyes as you walked to the entrance of the hospital, you pretended to not see him. You continued as though nothing was amiss, as though seeing him after hiding and housing your pain for days did not affect you in any way. You weren’t blind, though. You couldn’t help but notice how exhausted he looked. You couldn’t help but notice a faint bruise on his otherwise perfect face. You felt the gnawing curiosity forming in your mind as to how he got that when you thought that he was someone who would never get into a fight. Foolishly, you thought that he was someone who would rather resolve issues in a calm and civil manner than inflict pain on other people.

“Y/N, wait-”

You continued walking and like the asshole that he was, he didn’t take the hint that you didn’t wish to speak to him, nor hear whatever he had to say. He had embarrassed you enough to last a lifetime. The distance you placed between the two of you were rapidly closed by his long legs. If he noticed how you were almost running to the elevator to escape him, he didn’t say anything. By some miracle, you lost him as the lobby was now bustling with patients, visitors, and employees alike. You greeted your colleague as you entered the elevator. She was making small talk about what happened during your absence, yet you were too distracted to engage. Instead. you repeatedly pushed the close button, which she frowned at.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” she asked as she watched you act peculiarly.

“Just…you know. Running late.”

“Honey, it’s 6 in the morning.”

The doors were finally starting to close, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You knew it was too soon to celebrate when the door barely closed because just as the gap was about to disappear completely, a hand shot through, triggering the sensor and causing the doors to slide back open. Your stomach dropped as he stepped into the elevator, his eyes locking onto yours. The small, enclosed space suddenly felt suffocating.

Kim Seokjin stared into your eyes as he entered. His dark eyes held yours hostage even as you scooched to the left side of the lift. He sighed, merely nodding at the greeting of your coworker. His broad shoulders made the lift seemed small when it was anything but.

It was three floors later, and yes, you counted. You’d honestly rather watched the elevator screen than turned to him as he blatantly looked at you.

“Doctor Y/N–“ He started, almost making you jump when he broke the silence.

“Oh my God, what’s that?” you turned to your colleague, and now, a victim of your pettiness.

“What?” she frowned, sensing the tension between the two of you and wanting nothing but to get off the lift.

“I just felt chills in my right side,” you answered, rubbing your arms because fuck it, you were going to show him how good you could act. You didn’t join the theatre when you were in high school for the fun of it! Nope, it was just that you had always been dramatic and you thought it would be a waste of God-given talents, really.

She lifted her eyes sheepishly at the doctor that held the highest position in the hospital who only had eyes on you. “Y/N, that’s Doctor Ki-“

“Like a disturbed ghost. Very scary,” you shuddered exaggeratedly before clasping your hands and murmuring a short prayer. “I hope he finds peace. Or not.”

Seokjin’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing slightly. Your colleague glanced between the two of you, clearly uncomfortable and unsure of what to say.

The elevator dinged again, the doors sliding open, and you took the opportunity to escape the ghost of your past aka Voldemort. Fuck it, you thought. You’d rather walked five flights of stairs than stay another second with that man. Honestly.

You thought that was the end of it. You wished it was the end of it and you couldn’t be more wrong.

It was late at night when you finally finished your work. Your back was killing you, and you felt like another cup of coffee wouldn’t wake you up but rather send you to an early death. You were definitely not looking forward to your commute back to your apartment. Regardless of the weariness you felt, you couldn’t help but feel satisfied with the work you did today. You thought that you lucked out on the career path you chose because you were able to help people heal where it was the hardest to heal in.

But heavens, you just wished this job paid better.

You sighed as you exited the hospital, and you sighed even deeper when someone stepped in front of you. You knew before you even lifted your eyes who it was. The polished shoes and the obviously expensive suit were enough telltale signs that you were once again in front of him and that he was once again going to bother you.

“Are you going home?”

You looked directly at him for the first time since that day. And damn it! He looked good, you hated it. You tilted your head to the side when he smiled at you. “Come on. It’s late. I’ll drive you home.” He pointed at his expensive white car that was conveniently parked in front of the entrance, a clear violation of the hospital premises rules. But who were you to talk, anyway. He was the damned owner, and he could do whatever he wanted, apparently.

You scoffed as you walked away from him, spotting a taxi that just dropped off a passenger in front of the hospital. You’d rather commute than go with him, you thought. Just as you opened the door, a particularly large hand pushed it close. You looked up to see him leaning down and handing the taxi driver crisp bills.

“Leave.”

Never had you witnessed a taxi drove as fast as he did away from you, the tires screeching dramatically as he sped away from the building.

You turned to him, anger and irritation coursing through your veins. You were physically, mentally and emotionally tired. This was the last thing you needed tonight.

“That was rude.”

He lifted his dark brows at that. He looked down at you and only then did you notice that the hair he usually kept neat seemed slightly disheveled.

“Actively avoiding me, calling me a ghost, and walking away from me when I’m talking to you is what’s rude,” he shot back, his voice just as dark as his eyes.

“Calling me beneath you is ruder, don’t you think? Acting like you were my friend when you were merely toying with me is more improper, don’t you think?”

He flinched at every shot you took. His blunders were by no means light, but he wanted-. No. He needed to make this better. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat and his face lost the glow he had always bragged about! This was a disaster, and this was him putting it on a lighter note.

“I’m-“

“Look, buddy,” you breathed, easing the irritation you were feeling. “What will make you stop?”

“I want to apologize-“

“K. Do it,” you cut him off with a wave of your hand, wanting this to be done so that you can at least get a roughly five hours of sleep once you get home.

He frowned, blinking rapidly at your sudden change of heart. “I’m sorry. I’m terribly sorry-“

“Forgiven. Bye.”

Part VI

[jellycrusher]

Fangirl pt. 4

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 7.4K

Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan@satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206​ @blimpintime​

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | …. masterlist

You blinked once. Twice. Thrice. You almost wanted to slap yourself hard after hearing this man in front of you telling you that he wants to practice with you. Your inner fangirl would’ve jumped and somersaulted around the room but you just froze in shock with mouth agape. You want to decline his offer but when will you be given another chance as rare as this? This was a golden opportunity and you weren’t going to let it slip away from your hands. 

 A quick look back at the mirror and you see a stressed out reflection of yourself. You lack the rosy complexion and was now replaced with pallor all over your face. If it weren’t for your tinted lip balm, your pale lips would have completed the look. The fatigue was now evident on your face. You never bothered to doll up and fix yourself after you finished your shift since you were so tired. You were determined to just wear a cap and mask when you take the commute home. Your self-consciousness was now creeping up in your mind but your greed to spend time with this man was greater than any thought you have.

 He stays there, standing in front of you, anticipating the music to start. Noticing the way he fidgets his fingers on his cap makes you realize that he’s feels just as shy as you. You open your mouth to say something but you quickly turned around heading towards your phone on top of the speakers. You press play on your music app and quickly ran beside Jungkook. Both of you were now facing towards the huge mirror on the wall. His eyes were still on you and you try to avoid his gaze. A few more seconds and the music started to serenade your ears.

 It’s as if your limbs has a life of its own. Dancing to their song seems like a reflex to you now and it makes you happy. You try your best to focus on getting the choreography right but you can’t seem to stop staring at Jungkook. Everything about him keeps on pulling you towards him. Your moves were now relying on muscle memory as you take in the glorious sight of Jungkook dancing. He always did take your breath away whenever you would watch their dance practices and performances uploaded online. The way he moves and his intense expression when he dances always pulls you in. Despite him looking like he just jogged outside with sweat beading down making his locks stick to his forehead, he still looks so goddamn attractive. Enchanted, you kept your eyes on him throughout the dance. The way he breathe in between steps and the way his hair bounces up. Everything about this younger man is gorgeous.

 Jungkook noticed you gazing at him midway through the music. Your eyes haven’t met his yet but he grins at how vastly different you look compared to just moments ago when you shy just before the music started. During this morning’s practice while he wonders why Yoongi and Namjoon were distracted by you, he noticed that you were the most quiet and timid one among all the dancers. When his fellow members would take the dance floor while the dancers stand behind to wait for their cue, you would nervously fidget your hands on your pants as your fellow dancers interact with each other. Not that you were anti-social with the other dancers but you would prefer to stay quiet to concentrate and learn. Dancing beside you, Jungkook quickly took notice at how hard you dance and it reminded him of Hoseok. Hoseok would always be playful but when he dances, it’s like J-hope and Hoseok are two different people.

 A few more beats and the part that you were having a hard time perfecting was coming up. You wanted to take a last look at Jungkook’s face to hope that he doesn’t see you make a mistake with the steps but you could clearly see that he was staring straight at you when you looked at him. His intense eyes were now making you feel hot inside. Slightly aroused by his deep gaze as if a predator were now staring at his prey. This younger man was now burning you. Caught by his gaze, you didn’t realize that your feet tripped over the other as you perform the complex footwork. You stumble and tried to stop yourself from falling but at that moment, your feet worked slower than your mind.

 Jungkook was taken by surprise and quickly ran to you to try and catch you. You break the fall using your hands as you fell to your side. You soon lifted your head and looked at him while the music was still playing in the background. He ran to your phone to stop the music and back to you.

 “Are you okay, noona? Are you hurt?” he offers out his hand to try and help you up as he walked away from the speakers to you.

 It was embarrassing but all you could do is laugh. Jungkook, with his hands still stretched out, wondered why you were laughing. Relieved, he relaxed his shoulders down as your hand took his as he helped you stand up. He was still worried if you were hurt but you quickly dismissed him.

 “I’m fine. I told you I’m still having a hard time getting that part right.” You giggle as you remove your hand from his.

 “But you were amazing. Better than some of the male dancers if I may say.” His praise made your cheeks burn. You wanted to praise him in return but your stomach grumbled so loud just before you opened your mouth to talk. Your eyes opened widely and saw that Jungkook also noticed the sound. This moment was now even more humiliating compared to tripping in front of him a while ago. All you could do now was laugh to hide your embarrassment.

 “Sorry about that.” You giggle as you bury your face in your hands.

 “You haven’t eaten dinner?” he asks, amused as you nervously try to hide your embarrassment.

 “Only a sandwich and it was an early dinner. I was too busy with work to eat a proper meal.” You nod up towards the direction of the gym just outside the tiny studio.

 Jungkook looked at his watch and it was now almost 11 pm. Being the worrywart he is, he quickly analyzed your face as you try to talk. You look tired and pale. He now felt bad that he didn’t notice it. You were obviously tired but he just asked you to dance with him. He thought that obviously you would be hesitant to refuse since you work for them.

 “How will you get home?” puzzled as he dart his eyes back at you.

 “Huh?” you froze.

 “Will you be taking the bus? Train? Or do you drive yourself home?” he continued as he took his phone out of his pocket.

 “Um… I take the bus home.” Your brows furrowed at his questions. He was unlocking his phone, not looking at you.

 “Noona, Can my manager and I drive you home?” He lift his head up.

 You swiftly waft your hands at him in refusal. It wasn’t even your place to accept his offer. A moment ago you were just dancing and now, one of your idols is offering to take you home. You won’t be alone with him in the car but nevertheless, you felt like you were now invading his space. 

 “Please you don’t need to. I can just take the bus home and…” you said as you fumble through your words.

 “It’s late and anyways, you’re now part of the team. Besides, Jiyong Hyung told us to take care of you.” He quickly cut you off. “Noona, let us drive you home. Please.”

 Your eyes tried to wander away from his eyes and you noticed his left hand beside his hips. He was fidgeting with his pants. He was nervous and you realized that despite he wants to come off manly and as a gentleman, this was the Jungkook you knew (from various online videos) that is famous for being nervous around women that he’s not close with.

 Jungkook felt guilty and he was determined to get a sounding approval from you to take you home. He saw how hugely confused you are at his offer. He felt a slight responsibility towards you tonight as he remembers Jiyong’s word when all of you met just outside the practice room that one day.

 “I can’t. It’s too much Jungkook. I promise I can go home on my own.” Before Jungkook can contest your refusal, you quickly cut in through the conversation once more. “My route’s pretty much safe. Don’t worry, I have been going home at this hour for so long and nothing has happened. I can handle myself. Besides, don’t take Jiyong’s word so seriously. He just said that to tease all of you. Don’t feel obligated to actually take care of me.”

 He was not happy with your refusal. He wanted to offer you a ride home once more but he thought that maybe he was pushing your boundaries. You’re new to the team and he wanted to keep a good relationship with all of the Big Hit staff especially you being Jiyong’s twin sister. Jiyong was like a brother to him aside from the members so he also wanted to establish friendship with you. He wanted to respect your personal space but he was also worried and guilty that he made you even more tired and hungry.

 “Okay. I won’t ask again.” You saw him pout as he accepts your refusal. There it is. The bunny-like pout you have always loved when you would watch him in their videos online. The very same pout that puts your chest in knots whenever you would see him do it when he interacts with his hyungs in Run BTS, Bon Voyage and other shows that they have. “But thank you for letting me practice with you.”

 “No. I’m the one who should thank you. I hope I didn’t take too much of your precious personal time.” you quickly bowed in response.

 “So see you tomorrow at practice again, noona?” He has called you noona a few times already but looking at him now trying to slowly walk back towards the door after calling you with that term, you felt giddy inside. Of course, he was not saying it in a way that he looks forward to see you specifically tomorrow but you try to imagine it is. That’s it, just a dream. Just your imagination that your idol would be eager to see you in practice. That short daydream quickly pulled you back to reality. You just work for them and it’s only out of courtesy that he offered you a ride home. Nothing more.

 “Yes. Thank you for also working hard.” You smiled at him as he put his cap back. He softly smiled back at you just before he opened the door and exited the small studio.

 There was a brief moment of silence in the studio as you look around before you gazed at yourself in the mirror. You checked if your cheeks were heavily blushing after your short encounter with Jungkook. He actually danced alongside with you, held your hand when he helped you up and even offered to take you home. No words came out of your mouth. Suddenly, you started shrieking and jumped up and down. You couldn’t contain your happiness anymore. 

 ….

 A few more days have passed since your encounter with Jungkook. The practice for the group dance routines were almost done. The BTS boys have already finished learning the steps for the whole dance and our dance director was present at our every practice to polish every detail. You were looking forward to finish the practice for a specific dance because so far, it was the hardest piece you’ve danced to yet. Combined with the fatigue from your two jobs, it’s taking everything you have just to stay sane. This month is almost up and you’re almost back to your normal grind. Your bank account is slowly getting back to normal and the repairs at home are now 80% done. Lisa will also be back in a few weeks so you don’t have to worry about rent for a while.

 Jiyong is now regularly checking up on you at work. He discovered that you’ve been doing extra shifts in the gym for your additional expenses and knowing well that you tend to neglect yourself once overworked, he would stop by on the floor where the practice rooms are located to bring you sandwiches bought from the café downstairs. You did tease him for being overly clingy but he did jokingly admit that he loved taking care of you now that you work in the same company as him. It’s so comical to see your brother hovering around but you admit that it felt good that you can now physically be close with him again.

 “Before I forget, you remember Mark? The one I introduced to you last time?” Jiyong asks while you were chowing down your sandwich. 

 Both of you were having your lunch break at the café on the first floor. You jokingly forced him to eat there today despite him repeatedly saying that he craves for Thai food from the restaurant you both love two blocks away from Big Hit building. You did grew a liking to the Philly cheesesteak sandwich and iced Americano combo that the café offers and your day somehow felt empty if you did not at least have it.

 “A fellow sound engineer or a producer if I remember correctly.” You try to remember all the people your brother has introduced to you ever since you started working in Big Hit. It’s no surprise that he has a lot of acquaintances here since he’s a very sociable person.

 He nods while he now takes a bite from his sandwich. “Producer. We’ll be having a surprise birthday dinner for him. You can come.” He offers as he look at you taking a huge bite of your sandwich.

 “I’m not even close with him. Do you really its okay for me to be invited?” you took your drink and swirled it around, making a loud noise from the ice crashing with each other.

 “Of course and believe me, you’ll want to come to the dinner.” He smirked and moved his eyebrows up and down.

 “Okay. As long as there’s free food, I’m in.” 

 “Trust me. You’ll regret it if you won’t come.” He smiled widely and you chuckle at your brother’s antics. “How’s work?”

 “Still intense. I’ve been doing a good job catching up with the other dancers on the choreography. I’ve gotten close to the other dancers as well and a part of me is still getting used to staring at the boys.” You shyly grinned as you take another bite of the sandwich. “I’ve been a big fan for god knows how long and here I am working so close with them. Seeing them up close and personal as they work hard and witnessing how they stay humble to their staff lets me see them in a new prospective.”

 “Makes you even prouder now that you work with them, right? I’ve spent a lot of time with those boys in and out of the recording studio. Even though they’re renowned superstars now, I still feel like I’m with my close friends whenever I’m with them.” A small smile slowly appeared as you intently listen to your brother praise the boys. You never conversed with him about your fangirl journey because you felt it was too personal despite him having a good relationship with the group.

 “Still, this is a fangirl’s dream and I’ll work even harder to stay where I am right now.”

 “But don’t do it at the expense of your health. Take good care of yourself.” He muttered. “As the boys say, love yourself.” He chuckled as he poked your hand that was on the café table.

 “I know. I’m doing my best to break that habit.” You teasingly hit his shoulder as both of you laugh. “Thank you for always bringing me this sandwich. It’s now my favorite.” You raised what’s left of your sandwich towards him.

 “No problem. I like taking care of you and besides, I’ll do what I can to lessen your worries. A few more days and you can stop taking extra shifts in the gym.” He chuckles.

 “I’m just bothered whenever someone would take care of me.” You glanced at your brother. “But thanks. I promise I’ll pay you back.”

 “Don’t. It’s my treat and don’t you dare refuse.” He glared. “You always try to refuse whenever I get the chance to take care of you.” As you were looking straight at him, you noticed that his eyes wandered away from you. He smiled brightly and called the attention of someone behind you.

 “Hyung!” you turn your head behind you and saw Jungkook walking up beside you to give your brother a high five. Your brother stood up and exchanged greetings with Jungkook.

 “Drinks for the boys?” your attention was now brought to the small clear plastic bag hanging on Jungkook’s hand as your brother pointed it out. The five coffee-based drinks and two juices was carefully supported by his other hand on the bottom of the bag.

 “Yeah. I lost the bet and they made me pay for their order.” The maknae smiled so wide and you realized that the last time you’ve interacted with him this close was that night he stopped by the gym. You stood up but remained silent. You didn’t bother to get a word in since he was busy talking with your brother. “Oh hello noona!” he smiled.

 “Hello.” You did smile back but you felt a bit sullen that your exchange of greeting was so generic and short. Despite having that short dance practice with him alone in that studio, a small glimmer of hope stayed with you that somehow that made you a bit different from the other dancers.

 “I should get back. They’re waiting for me.” He took a few steps away from your table before halting again. “See you later in the practice room, noona!”

 …..

You arrived in the practice room the next day and was surprised that you were the first person in the room. Today’s a new day and you couldn’t contain your excitement because the dance team will get to learn new dance routines for the concert. The BTS members will not be joining the dance team today. That’s always the routine. The dance team gets to be taught first by the choreographers separately from the boys. If there are unit performances by the boys, they get to practice in the other rooms while the dance team occupies another practice room. Secretly, you were hoping to see them every day in the practice room but you know well that they have a lot on their plate while preparing for the online concert. It’s not just the dance routines that they have to worry about.

 It’s not long before everyone arrives in the practice room. All the dancers sat down on the floor and gathered around the choreographers, dance directors and stage directors for the concert. You were all ears as to what they were going to announce. The dance director stepped forward and announced that they prepared a special stage performance for the concert, a concept never before done by the boys. They called the attention of the female dance team and informed all of you about the female dancer/s and BTS stage. Each member will be dancing together with female dancers. A minute and a half performance before the next member takes the stage for another dance with a different set of female dancers.

 All in all, there are 14 female dancers on the dance team. The dance director then informed everyone that one BTS will be accompanied by three dancers, the other 5 members with two dancers and a sole member will dance alone with a female dancer. Upon hearing this, you are definitely sure that they must have secretly evaluated all the female dancers since the start of the practice sessions. Having a stage with them is a big blessing already. Whichever member you will be assigned to, you’re grateful for the opportunity.

 Suddenly, you heard your name being called out by the dance director. You were taken by surprise and noticed that everyone turned their head in your direction. You were nervous that maybe the dance director noticed that you were contemplating on your own about all the new information and was about to scold you for not listening well but a fellow dancer nudged your side and encouraged you to stand. You stood up as you stare at the dance director, nervously anticipating on what he has to say.

 “I would like to commend your performance these past few practice sessions. We all agree…” he stopped and turned to address the other choreographers from both left and right and then back to you. “that we’ll give you the sole dancer role.”

 A loud roar from the dance team erupted. The other elder female dancer sitting down beside you grabbed your legs and shook it. The male dancers were cheering loudly, raising their hand in the air and clapping. Despite being the youngest among the female backup dancers, your elder female dance mates were now looking at you and cheering for you proudly. I could see that the choreographers were also giggling at how the dance team were cheering you on. You’ve just been working with them for a few weeks but you already established a parent-child relationship with all the choreographers especially Ms. Lee, the only female choreographer on the team.

 The dance director then proceeded to assign the other female dancers for the dance. He also informed the male dance team that seven of them will be taking place as the members for practice sessions. One of the dancers asked the choreographers on who will they be dancing with but the director just said that they haven’t finalized yet on which member will be taking each role. 

 Distracted by the thought on which member you’ll be dancing with, you sat on the ground in silence. Why did Jungkook’s face suddenly pop up in your mind? Was it because you already had the chance to dance with him one on one? Maybe Jimin or Hoseok will have the chance to dance with you since they are the main dancers of the group. You didn’t forget that Taehyung was now also a part of the dance line. Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin were not part of the dance line but who knows, they might just be given a privilege to be center. Like a train, you see the faces of the remaining members flowing through your mind like an image slideshow. Who was it that you secretly wish to be your partner?

 After the meeting, you walked across the crowd towards the male dancer you will be dancing with. You called his attention and he quickly turned around at the sound of his nam. He ran to you and eagerly congratulated you for your sole dance stage.

 “Congratulations again! I’m looking forward to dancing with you.” You both shook each other’s hands. Although you will be dancing with him only for practice sessions, you still want to keep a good relationship with him. After all, you’re determined to stay within the company as a dancer and this will be your new second family from now on. 

 Although you are now acquainted with all of the male dancers, you weren’t as close with them yet compared to the female dancers. Taeyang was one of the best backup dancers among the male team. He’s also very sociable and cheerful, a bit opposite to your personality. However, you know that with his skills in dancing and years of experience working for BTS, he might be the perfect partner to learn a lot from.

 The dance team occupied three practice room for the day, one for each of the choreographers. Everyone started on their own dance routines and just like that, the BTS’ dancers were working like a car engine roaring for the whole day.

 On another floor, all of the BTS members were gathered in one room to discuss about the concert. The stage director presented their plans for the concert and the boys also let their inputs flow through the meeting. The dance director then announced the very special stage that the dance team are now practicing at the moment. Once the boys learned that they finally get to have a special dance stage with the female dance team (which is a first for them), all of them got nervous. They were then informed of the 7 different dance roles and how many dancers were assigned. Everyone was taken by surprise when they heard that there will be someone who will be dancing with one female dancer. Everyone, especially the dance line, were eager to know who the choreographers appointed to be the sole BTS member who will be given a solo dance. Namjoon raised his hand and the dance director, disrupted from revealing the member’s name, let the leader speak up.

 “I know that this might be weird but I’ll say this because I want to give the best performance every time.” All eyes were now on him. “The female dance team is new here unlike the current male team that we have. If we want to deliver this concept the best way possible, should we at least do something to make everyone comfortable with each other? I can still feel a bit of awkwardness either from some of the members or with the other female dancers.” He worriedly look at his members and to his surprise, majority of them were nodding their head in approval. Some of which once voiced out their worry to Namjoon about awkwardness towards the female dance team even before the female dancers started working in the company.

 “Good thing you mentioned that.” One of the managers, Se-jin, stood up from the corner of the room. All of the members turned their head as their eyes followed him walking towards the front of the room. “We have already set a date for a team MT. The dance team, newly hired essential staff and of course, you boys will be going as well.”

 Hoseok, Jin and Yoongi exchanged looks. Namjoon was glad that his suggestion was helpful. The maknae line were excited at the sound of another MT especially now that they are in dire need of a short break from working very hard to prepare for the concert. Big Hit takes very good care of the staff and the relationship between its idols and staff can almost be similar to family. To maintain a good working environment in the entertainment industry, everyone should have a good relationship with each other as Bang PD once said to the boys. Of course, this also applies to the newly hired female dance team. The managers know that the boys were not used to working very close with females despite having female stylists so they already planned this MT ahead once they were informed of the intention to hire female backup dancers.

 “When’s the MT? And where?” Jimin enthusiastically raised his hand and asked the manager.

 “We’ll inform you ahead of time, don’t worry. We’re still in the process of finalizing your schedule. It’ll be 3 days and 2 nights in Busan.” Their manager grinned at the two Busan boys. Jimin and Jungkook quickly looked at each other and grinned so wide. They were elated that they’ll get a chance to visit their hometown again despite being there for work. “This is also a short break for you boys. We know how hard you’ve been working.” Chatters between the members were getting loud as they were getting excited for the MT.

 “Okay. Let’s go back to the topic of the dance stage with the female dance team.” The dance director took his place once more towards the front of room as he gladly look at each member eagerly talking about the MT. “We haven’t yet assigned a member to each role and who you’ll be dancing with. We’ll announce it after the MT.”

 Your name suddenly popped up in Hoseok and Jimin’s mind. Ever since the evaluation, you were the one that caught their attention. Hoseok has stolen a few glances here and there during practice sessions. He can’t help but admit that he strongly admires someone who can strut gracefully and powerfully, and someone he can dance with. Same goes for Jimin. He was eager to share a stage with you even if there will be other female dancers with him. Something about the way you look when you dance amazes him.

 Honestly, you were the only one that was familiar to the other members. Aside from the fact that you are Jiyong’s twin sister and them having a very good and close relationship with him, you had also already encountered some of them one by one in various ways with the exception of Taehyung and Jin.

 …..

 You were running a bit late to the surprise dinner of Jiyong’s friend. You received a lot of text from your brother this afternoon telling you to dress nicely and told you the location of the restaurant. Surprisingly, it was one of your favorite dimly-lit comfy Korean restaurant and you were glad. He also told you that a private room will be reserved under his name for the dinner party. You comb through your closet to look for a dress suited for the ambience of the party. Just to be safe, you picked a little black dress amongst your brightly colored clothing. You don’t want to attract any additional attention since you’re a guest and a bit of outsider to their group. You consider yourself as someone who would prefer a night in, rather than constantly going out to socialize.

 With 5 minutes to spare, you dashed to arrive at the restaurant after you got off the cab. The waitress ushered you through a hallway and to a room. Voices were now starting to get louder as you walk towards a door at the end of the hallway. The waitress opened the door for you and you were surprised to see familiar faces amongst the crowd sitting around the long stretched table. Your brother sat closest to the door but what caught your eyes amongst the other people in the room were the faces of four handsome men. 

 Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin were sitting down side by side on the right side of table. You froze in your place as you gulp down, trying to take in that you’ll be spending this dinner with them. The crowd in the room were non-existent and all that matters is that you’re only a step away from your idols. The dim light in the room somehow softens their faces yet they were the brightest among the people in the room. The four of them were wearing dress shirts, each a different shade of white or black. You try to gulp down but it seems that your throat has gone dry. 

 Now you realized what your brother meant by regretting it if you would not come to this dinner and the way he emphasized to you to dress nicely. Normally when he would invite you to dinners, he doesn’t force you to come or give an opinion about your choice of wardrobe.

 Jiyong stood from his seat and welcomed you. You surprisingly react to him when he put his hands on your back and this made you conscious that maybe the four boys noticed how shocked you are at their presence. Your brother introduced you again to his other fellow co-workers, some of them you just met for the first time tonight. While you were being pushed by Jiyong across the length of the room, the eyes of the four bangtan boys were glued to you. Jiyong definitely didn’t mention to them that you would be included to the dinner party. Not that they have something against it but they were surprised by your presence tonight amongst all the familiar faces. You try to get rid of the thought that you have eventually interact again with those four by talking to Jiyong’s co-workers but your hands felt clammy as you slowly get near them at the table.

 Majority of the people in the room were either producers, audio and sound engineers and of course, it’s not a surprise that Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi were in the dinner as well. They hugely participate in every album production wise. Being the hyung of the group, you guess Jin was here as well since Jiyong mentioned that he was one of the members he’s closest with all of the producers and engineers. Jiyong being Jin’s favorite, as your brother would boast but you don’t know if that’s actually true or not.

 Jiyong pulled you towards a seat on the right side of the table farthest from the door, beside Jin. Jin, still seated in his chair, pulled out the chair for you and he smiled. You gladly accept and quietly sat down. Jiyong left you and went out of the room. Probably he’s waiting for his friend’s arrival any moment now. As if you’re like a music player on pause, you’re now totally silent observing everyone else across you. It was awkward, to say the least.

 “So how’s dance practice?” As he noticed how quickly you became awkward after Jiyong left you, Jin turned to you and starts a conversation. You shuffle in your seat from being startled by the sudden conversation. However, you’re glad that he remembers you being their backup dancer and not just a stranger who joined tonight’s dinner.

 “Getting by. Your choreographies are so intense, even by my standards.” Admitting the difficulty of dancing to their songs warranted a chuckle from Jin.

 “Right? It’s like they want to increase the difficulty for every comeback.” He giggled. Your eyes are glued on him as you try to admire his every feature. Indeed, he deserves the title of Worldwide Handsome. He looks so delicate at how his eyes squint when he laughs. His black hair compliments his milky complexion. You can’t stop to admire as if a statue of a god was this close in front of you.

 “But you look so good when you dance so I’m sure all your fans will like it.” You praised him, grinning sheepishly. He chuckle at your sudden flattery. When he was about to say something, a hand landed on his shoulder and Hoseok popped out from his side.

 “Don’t flatter him. He won’t let that go and then before you know it, he’ll make you his favorite member of the dance team.” Seated beside the eldest member, Hoseok leaned his head on Jin’s shoulder and cheerfully teased his elder member. He flashes a sunshine-like smile, eyes squinting. You smile at their silliness as they continue to banter.

 “I know I am handsome and she’s already my favorite member.” Jin turns to Hoseok then back to you. “She’s Jiyong’s twin sister. He’s one of my closest friend so by proxy, she’s my closest friend too.” 

 You were silent, observing how easy it was conversing with your idols. You felt your body relax and you think Jin has noticed this too as he lets out another soft smile at you. 

 “I’m sure that doesn’t work that way, Hyung. Silly.” You now heard Yoongi who was seated beside Hoseok. Hoseok leaned back on his chair and Yoongi was now in view. The cool and silent member was now facing the three of you. You saw the corner of his mouth smile and you gave one in return. Remembering how soft he looks while he apologized to you that one particular day, you felt at ease seeing his smile. The awkward and heavy air around the two of you is now gone. “Nice to see you again.” He nods at you as you hear your name slip out of his mouth. It still feels surreal whenever you would hear them say your name.

 Before you try to greet him back, Namjoon called your name. “Both you and Jiyong-nim are wearing black. You definitely look more like twins tonight.” He laughs. Between you and your brother, you were the one who adorns black most of the time. His fashion style is more on earthy tones and bright colors. Whenever you and your brother would wear the same color, people would always tease both of you since you would look like a couple despite looking a lot like each other.

 “That’s because they are, Joonie.” You heard Jin giggle. “Don’t worry. Between you and Jiyong, you look more beautiful tonight – like me.” He winked at you.

 You almost choke in your laughter. This Jin in front of you is definitely the same as the one you have watched a lot of times in every show they’re on. You remember the moments that you would bury your head in your pillow laughing or screaming from seeing Jin be so adorable at praising himself.

 You’re thankful that Jin had started a conversation with you because if he didn’t, you would totally feel out of place beside them. Some of Jiyong’s co-workers have also started to talk to you and asked you questions. Not soon after, Jiyong ran inside the room to inform everyone that Mark, the birthday celebrant, has arrived. He was carrying a cake in his hands and his other co-worker pulled out a lighter from his pockets and then lit the candles. The room was now dead silent as we all wait for the door to open. When it did, everyone sang Happy Birthday loudly at the birthday celebrant.

It was fun observing everyone from where you sit. Jiyong was on full cheer mode as he tries to wave his hands, encouraging everyone to sing loudly. The four bangtan boys did what he asked. Jin was the loudest one and soon, his other members followed. You giggle at their ridiculousness as you quietly cheer at the back.

 After the cheers soon came dinner. As the waitresses bring in all the food and glasses of wine to the table, Hoseok called your attention.

 “I hope your ears are fine. All of us are really loud, aren’t we?” Hoseok leaned his chest towards you as Jin leans back in his seat. Your eyes were still following the food being served because aside from the nerves being seated next to BTS, food will always be number one to you. The people from the other side of the table were all standing up and laughing together. Namjoon was also chatting with a few of them.

 “It’s okay. I’m used to being around Jiyong’s crowd.” You wave your hands to assure him. Your chest felt warm with Hoseok’s concern for you.

 A bowl of soup was placed in front of Jin followed by yours. Hoseok sat back on his chair as others returned to their seats to begin eating. Sounds of utensils hitting each other and plates clicking were replacing the sounds of chatter. You took a sip of the soup when you saw across from you that they have already started eating. 

 The hot soup hitting your tongue was comforting. You miss eating good food. Nowadays, you’re stuck to eating sandwiches and ready-to-eat food. You’ve been constantly teased by Lisa that if it wasn’t for convenience stores or restaurants, you would definitely be bone and skin right now. One thing you like about coming to dinners with Jiyong like this is that you get to eat good food. You took a second sip as your eyes roam the room to look at the faces of the other people in the room and eventually lingering on the faces of the four BTS boys seated next to you.

 As you were looking at them, you try to figure out the flavor of the soup. Potato soup wasn’t your favorite but this one was so good. Chef’s kiss! You can’t wait to taste the other dishes if the restaurant intends to start with amazing soup. You heard Hoseok commend the soup out loud as well as you see Jin letting his spoon scoop the soup.

 As Jin’s spoon slowly worms its way to his mouth, both you and Yoongi were still trying to enjoying the soup when a thought suddenly hit you both.

 “Wait hyung!”, “Jin stop! It’s potato soup.”

 You and Yoongi were both raising your hands at Jin. Jin, surprised at the both of you, froze with his mouth open and the spoon just inches away from his lips. Yoongi looked at you in confusion when you shouted at Jin as well.

 “You can’t eat that. You’re allergic to potato.” You continue as took your hands back on your lap. Namjoon was now also looking at you. Not long, you realize that the four of them were now staring at you. Their faces painted the same way. Why do you even know that fact? That Jin is allergic to potato? They all thought the same thing.

 Shoot. You froze in realization that you didn’t bother to think before you tried to shout and stop Jin. You know this fact because Jin has mentioned this on one episode of RUN BTS. Now they will definitely know that you watch their shows. This is embarrassing. You can’t seem to find words to explain on how you know this detail about Jin. If this was your fellow Armies, you would be proud to know these small details and other information about the seven of them but this was a different situation entirely. Do they find it creepy? What would they do if they discover that you’re a big fan and that you know these details?

 You try to explain but words can’t seem to form. Your throat getting dry as you feel their stares piercing through you. You definitely don’t want to come off creepy. Your chest felt heavy from the attention you’re getting from them as your eyes were now on your glass of wine in front of you.

 “Oh right. Jiyong, you mentioned before that your sister is a big fan of the boys. Right?” Mark blurted out. The four of them turned their head towards the other side of the table where the birthday celebrant and your brother was seated. “You would always adorably praise your sister for her undying support to the boys.” Mark continued as he took a sip of his wine. 

 Stop. Please stop talking. Just stop. You wanted to scream at Mark but all you could do was hunch down towards your hands.

 Your stomach dropped when you saw that everyone was now looking at you. They also stopped from eating when they heard both you and Yoongi shout at Jin to stop eating.

 “Yeah, she is. That’s why she knows your allergy. She’s the biggest fan you’ll ever m…” He giggled. You gulp down the whole glass of wine in front of you as you try to shut out everything you’ve heard from the other side of the room. Jiyong stopped midway through his sentence when he saw your eyes after you chugging down the wine. He didn’t mean to embarrass you and seeing your gloomy face, he quickly felt his insides turn.

 Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin were now looking at you. Jin’s hands raised to try and attempt to stop you from finishing your glass of wine. Yoongi, deeply worried especially with the way you’re still silent despite the obvious discomfort evident on your face. Hoseok wanted to lighten the mood as he saw you tightly gripping the stem of the wine glass but can’t seem to do so as he’s lost in his words.

 Great. You’ve just made this night more humiliating for yourself.

Next part: 5

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Fangirl pt. 4

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 7.4K

Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan @satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206​ @blimpintime​

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | .... masterlist

You blinked once. Twice. Thrice. You almost wanted to slap yourself hard after hearing this man in front of you telling you that he wants to practice with you. Your inner fangirl would’ve jumped and somersaulted around the room but you just froze in shock with mouth agape. You want to decline his offer but when will you be given another chance as rare as this? This was a golden opportunity and you weren’t going to let it slip away from your hands.

 A quick look back at the mirror and you see a stressed out reflection of yourself. You lack the rosy complexion and was now replaced with pallor all over your face. If it weren’t for your tinted lip balm, your pale lips would have completed the look. The fatigue was now evident on your face. You never bothered to doll up and fix yourself after you finished your shift since you were so tired. You were determined to just wear a cap and mask when you take the commute home. Your self-consciousness was now creeping up in your mind but your greed to spend time with this man was greater than any thought you have.

 He stays there, standing in front of you, anticipating the music to start. Noticing the way he fidgets his fingers on his cap makes you realize that he’s feels just as shy as you. You open your mouth to say something but you quickly turned around heading towards your phone on top of the speakers. You press play on your music app and quickly ran beside Jungkook. Both of you were now facing towards the huge mirror on the wall. His eyes were still on you and you try to avoid his gaze. A few more seconds and the music started to serenade your ears.

 It’s as if your limbs has a life of its own. Dancing to their song seems like a reflex to you now and it makes you happy. You try your best to focus on getting the choreography right but you can’t seem to stop staring at Jungkook. Everything about him keeps on pulling you towards him. Your moves were now relying on muscle memory as you take in the glorious sight of Jungkook dancing. He always did take your breath away whenever you would watch their dance practices and performances uploaded online. The way he moves and his intense expression when he dances always pulls you in. Despite him looking like he just jogged outside with sweat beading down making his locks stick to his forehead, he still looks so goddamn attractive. Enchanted, you kept your eyes on him throughout the dance. The way he breathe in between steps and the way his hair bounces up. Everything about this younger man is gorgeous.

 Jungkook noticed you gazing at him midway through the music. Your eyes haven’t met his yet but he grins at how vastly different you look compared to just moments ago when you shy just before the music started. During this morning’s practice while he wonders why Yoongi and Namjoon were distracted by you, he noticed that you were the most quiet and timid one among all the dancers. When his fellow members would take the dance floor while the dancers stand behind to wait for their cue, you would nervously fidget your hands on your pants as your fellow dancers interact with each other. Not that you were anti-social with the other dancers but you would prefer to stay quiet to concentrate and learn. Dancing beside you, Jungkook quickly took notice at how hard you dance and it reminded him of Hoseok. Hoseok would always be playful but when he dances, it’s like J-hope and Hoseok are two different people.

 A few more beats and the part that you were having a hard time perfecting was coming up. You wanted to take a last look at Jungkook’s face to hope that he doesn’t see you make a mistake with the steps but you could clearly see that he was staring straight at you when you looked at him. His intense eyes were now making you feel hot inside. Slightly aroused by his deep gaze as if a predator were now staring at his prey. This younger man was now burning you. Caught by his gaze, you didn’t realize that your feet tripped over the other as you perform the complex footwork. You stumble and tried to stop yourself from falling but at that moment, your feet worked slower than your mind.

 Jungkook was taken by surprise and quickly ran to you to try and catch you. You break the fall using your hands as you fell to your side. You soon lifted your head and looked at him while the music was still playing in the background. He ran to your phone to stop the music and back to you.

 “Are you okay, noona? Are you hurt?” he offers out his hand to try and help you up as he walked away from the speakers to you.

 It was embarrassing but all you could do is laugh. Jungkook, with his hands still stretched out, wondered why you were laughing. Relieved, he relaxed his shoulders down as your hand took his as he helped you stand up. He was still worried if you were hurt but you quickly dismissed him.

 “I’m fine. I told you I’m still having a hard time getting that part right.” You giggle as you remove your hand from his.

 “But you were amazing. Better than some of the male dancers if I may say.” His praise made your cheeks burn. You wanted to praise him in return but your stomach grumbled so loud just before you opened your mouth to talk. Your eyes opened widely and saw that Jungkook also noticed the sound. This moment was now even more humiliating compared to tripping in front of him a while ago. All you could do now was laugh to hide your embarrassment.

 “Sorry about that.” You giggle as you bury your face in your hands.

 “You haven’t eaten dinner?” he asks, amused as you nervously try to hide your embarrassment.

 “Only a sandwich and it was an early dinner. I was too busy with work to eat a proper meal.” You nod up towards the direction of the gym just outside the tiny studio.

 Jungkook looked at his watch and it was now almost 11 pm. Being the worrywart he is, he quickly analyzed your face as you try to talk. You look tired and pale. He now felt bad that he didn’t notice it. You were obviously tired but he just asked you to dance with him. He thought that obviously you would be hesitant to refuse since you work for them.

 “How will you get home?” puzzled as he dart his eyes back at you.

 “Huh?” you froze.

 “Will you be taking the bus? Train? Or do you drive yourself home?” he continued as he took his phone out of his pocket.

 “Um… I take the bus home.” Your brows furrowed at his questions. He was unlocking his phone, not looking at you.

 “Noona, Can my manager and I drive you home?” He lift his head up.

 You swiftly waft your hands at him in refusal. It wasn’t even your place to accept his offer. A moment ago you were just dancing and now, one of your idols is offering to take you home. You won’t be alone with him in the car but nevertheless, you felt like you were now invading his space.

 “Please you don’t need to. I can just take the bus home and…” you said as you fumble through your words.

 “It’s late and anyways, you’re now part of the team. Besides, Jiyong Hyung told us to take care of you.” He quickly cut you off. “Noona, let us drive you home. Please.”

 Your eyes tried to wander away from his eyes and you noticed his left hand beside his hips. He was fidgeting with his pants. He was nervous and you realized that despite he wants to come off manly and as a gentleman, this was the Jungkook you knew (from various online videos) that is famous for being nervous around women that he’s not close with.

 Jungkook felt guilty and he was determined to get a sounding approval from you to take you home. He saw how hugely confused you are at his offer. He felt a slight responsibility towards you tonight as he remembers Jiyong’s word when all of you met just outside the practice room that one day.

 “I can’t. It’s too much Jungkook. I promise I can go home on my own.” Before Jungkook can contest your refusal, you quickly cut in through the conversation once more. “My route’s pretty much safe. Don’t worry, I have been going home at this hour for so long and nothing has happened. I can handle myself. Besides, don’t take Jiyong’s word so seriously. He just said that to tease all of you. Don’t feel obligated to actually take care of me.”

 He was not happy with your refusal. He wanted to offer you a ride home once more but he thought that maybe he was pushing your boundaries. You’re new to the team and he wanted to keep a good relationship with all of the Big Hit staff especially you being Jiyong’s twin sister. Jiyong was like a brother to him aside from the members so he also wanted to establish friendship with you. He wanted to respect your personal space but he was also worried and guilty that he made you even more tired and hungry.

 “Okay. I won’t ask again.” You saw him pout as he accepts your refusal. There it is. The bunny-like pout you have always loved when you would watch him in their videos online. The very same pout that puts your chest in knots whenever you would see him do it when he interacts with his hyungs in Run BTS, Bon Voyage and other shows that they have. “But thank you for letting me practice with you.”

 “No. I’m the one who should thank you. I hope I didn’t take too much of your precious personal time.” you quickly bowed in response.

 “So see you tomorrow at practice again, noona?” He has called you noona a few times already but looking at him now trying to slowly walk back towards the door after calling you with that term, you felt giddy inside. Of course, he was not saying it in a way that he looks forward to see you specifically tomorrow but you try to imagine it is. That’s it, just a dream. Just your imagination that your idol would be eager to see you in practice. That short daydream quickly pulled you back to reality. You just work for them and it’s only out of courtesy that he offered you a ride home. Nothing more.

 “Yes. Thank you for also working hard.” You smiled at him as he put his cap back. He softly smiled back at you just before he opened the door and exited the small studio.

 There was a brief moment of silence in the studio as you look around before you gazed at yourself in the mirror. You checked if your cheeks were heavily blushing after your short encounter with Jungkook. He actually danced alongside with you, held your hand when he helped you up and even offered to take you home. No words came out of your mouth. Suddenly, you started shrieking and jumped up and down. You couldn’t contain your happiness anymore.

 ….

 A few more days have passed since your encounter with Jungkook. The practice for the group dance routines were almost done. The BTS boys have already finished learning the steps for the whole dance and our dance director was present at our every practice to polish every detail. You were looking forward to finish the practice for a specific dance because so far, it was the hardest piece you’ve danced to yet. Combined with the fatigue from your two jobs, it’s taking everything you have just to stay sane. This month is almost up and you’re almost back to your normal grind. Your bank account is slowly getting back to normal and the repairs at home are now 80% done. Lisa will also be back in a few weeks so you don’t have to worry about rent for a while.

 Jiyong is now regularly checking up on you at work. He discovered that you’ve been doing extra shifts in the gym for your additional expenses and knowing well that you tend to neglect yourself once overworked, he would stop by on the floor where the practice rooms are located to bring you sandwiches bought from the café downstairs. You did tease him for being overly clingy but he did jokingly admit that he loved taking care of you now that you work in the same company as him. It’s so comical to see your brother hovering around but you admit that it felt good that you can now physically be close with him again.

 “Before I forget, you remember Mark? The one I introduced to you last time?” Jiyong asks while you were chowing down your sandwich.

 Both of you were having your lunch break at the café on the first floor. You jokingly forced him to eat there today despite him repeatedly saying that he craves for Thai food from the restaurant you both love two blocks away from Big Hit building. You did grew a liking to the Philly cheesesteak sandwich and iced Americano combo that the café offers and your day somehow felt empty if you did not at least have it.

 “A fellow sound engineer or a producer if I remember correctly.” You try to remember all the people your brother has introduced to you ever since you started working in Big Hit. It’s no surprise that he has a lot of acquaintances here since he’s a very sociable person.

 He nods while he now takes a bite from his sandwich. “Producer. We’ll be having a surprise birthday dinner for him. You can come.” He offers as he look at you taking a huge bite of your sandwich.

 “I’m not even close with him. Do you really its okay for me to be invited?” you took your drink and swirled it around, making a loud noise from the ice crashing with each other.

 “Of course and believe me, you’ll want to come to the dinner.” He smirked and moved his eyebrows up and down.

 “Okay. As long as there’s free food, I’m in.”

 “Trust me. You’ll regret it if you won’t come.” He smiled widely and you chuckle at your brother’s antics. “How’s work?”

 “Still intense. I’ve been doing a good job catching up with the other dancers on the choreography. I’ve gotten close to the other dancers as well and a part of me is still getting used to staring at the boys.” You shyly grinned as you take another bite of the sandwich. “I’ve been a big fan for god knows how long and here I am working so close with them. Seeing them up close and personal as they work hard and witnessing how they stay humble to their staff lets me see them in a new prospective.”

 “Makes you even prouder now that you work with them, right? I’ve spent a lot of time with those boys in and out of the recording studio. Even though they’re renowned superstars now, I still feel like I’m with my close friends whenever I’m with them.” A small smile slowly appeared as you intently listen to your brother praise the boys. You never conversed with him about your fangirl journey because you felt it was too personal despite him having a good relationship with the group.

 “Still, this is a fangirl’s dream and I’ll work even harder to stay where I am right now.”

 “But don’t do it at the expense of your health. Take good care of yourself.” He muttered. “As the boys say, love yourself.” He chuckled as he poked your hand that was on the café table.

 “I know. I’m doing my best to break that habit.” You teasingly hit his shoulder as both of you laugh. “Thank you for always bringing me this sandwich. It’s now my favorite.” You raised what’s left of your sandwich towards him.

 “No problem. I like taking care of you and besides, I’ll do what I can to lessen your worries. A few more days and you can stop taking extra shifts in the gym.” He chuckles.

 “I’m just bothered whenever someone would take care of me.” You glanced at your brother. “But thanks. I promise I’ll pay you back.”

 “Don’t. It’s my treat and don’t you dare refuse.” He glared. “You always try to refuse whenever I get the chance to take care of you.” As you were looking straight at him, you noticed that his eyes wandered away from you. He smiled brightly and called the attention of someone behind you.

 “Hyung!” you turn your head behind you and saw Jungkook walking up beside you to give your brother a high five. Your brother stood up and exchanged greetings with Jungkook.

 “Drinks for the boys?” your attention was now brought to the small clear plastic bag hanging on Jungkook’s hand as your brother pointed it out. The five coffee-based drinks and two juices was carefully supported by his other hand on the bottom of the bag.

 “Yeah. I lost the bet and they made me pay for their order.” The maknae smiled so wide and you realized that the last time you’ve interacted with him this close was that night he stopped by the gym. You stood up but remained silent. You didn’t bother to get a word in since he was busy talking with your brother. “Oh hello noona!” he smiled.

 “Hello.” You did smile back but you felt a bit sullen that your exchange of greeting was so generic and short. Despite having that short dance practice with him alone in that studio, a small glimmer of hope stayed with you that somehow that made you a bit different from the other dancers.

 “I should get back. They’re waiting for me.” He took a few steps away from your table before halting again. “See you later in the practice room, noona!”

 …..

You arrived in the practice room the next day and was surprised that you were the first person in the room. Today’s a new day and you couldn’t contain your excitement because the dance team will get to learn new dance routines for the concert. The BTS members will not be joining the dance team today. That’s always the routine. The dance team gets to be taught first by the choreographers separately from the boys. If there are unit performances by the boys, they get to practice in the other rooms while the dance team occupies another practice room. Secretly, you were hoping to see them every day in the practice room but you know well that they have a lot on their plate while preparing for the online concert. It’s not just the dance routines that they have to worry about.

 It’s not long before everyone arrives in the practice room. All the dancers sat down on the floor and gathered around the choreographers, dance directors and stage directors for the concert. You were all ears as to what they were going to announce. The dance director stepped forward and announced that they prepared a special stage performance for the concert, a concept never before done by the boys. They called the attention of the female dance team and informed all of you about the female dancer/s and BTS stage. Each member will be dancing together with female dancers. A minute and a half performance before the next member takes the stage for another dance with a different set of female dancers.

 All in all, there are 14 female dancers on the dance team. The dance director then informed everyone that one BTS will be accompanied by three dancers, the other 5 members with two dancers and a sole member will dance alone with a female dancer. Upon hearing this, you are definitely sure that they must have secretly evaluated all the female dancers since the start of the practice sessions. Having a stage with them is a big blessing already. Whichever member you will be assigned to, you’re grateful for the opportunity.

 Suddenly, you heard your name being called out by the dance director. You were taken by surprise and noticed that everyone turned their head in your direction. You were nervous that maybe the dance director noticed that you were contemplating on your own about all the new information and was about to scold you for not listening well but a fellow dancer nudged your side and encouraged you to stand. You stood up as you stare at the dance director, nervously anticipating on what he has to say.

 “I would like to commend your performance these past few practice sessions. We all agree…” he stopped and turned to address the other choreographers from both left and right and then back to you. “that we’ll give you the sole dancer role.”

 A loud roar from the dance team erupted. The other elder female dancer sitting down beside you grabbed your legs and shook it. The male dancers were cheering loudly, raising their hand in the air and clapping. Despite being the youngest among the female backup dancers, your elder female dance mates were now looking at you and cheering for you proudly. I could see that the choreographers were also giggling at how the dance team were cheering you on. You’ve just been working with them for a few weeks but you already established a parent-child relationship with all the choreographers especially Ms. Lee, the only female choreographer on the team.

 The dance director then proceeded to assign the other female dancers for the dance. He also informed the male dance team that seven of them will be taking place as the members for practice sessions. One of the dancers asked the choreographers on who will they be dancing with but the director just said that they haven’t finalized yet on which member will be taking each role.

 Distracted by the thought on which member you’ll be dancing with, you sat on the ground in silence. Why did Jungkook’s face suddenly pop up in your mind? Was it because you already had the chance to dance with him one on one? Maybe Jimin or Hoseok will have the chance to dance with you since they are the main dancers of the group. You didn’t forget that Taehyung was now also a part of the dance line. Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin were not part of the dance line but who knows, they might just be given a privilege to be center. Like a train, you see the faces of the remaining members flowing through your mind like an image slideshow. Who was it that you secretly wish to be your partner?

 After the meeting, you walked across the crowd towards the male dancer you will be dancing with. You called his attention and he quickly turned around at the sound of his nam. He ran to you and eagerly congratulated you for your sole dance stage.

 “Congratulations again! I’m looking forward to dancing with you.” You both shook each other’s hands. Although you will be dancing with him only for practice sessions, you still want to keep a good relationship with him. After all, you’re determined to stay within the company as a dancer and this will be your new second family from now on.

 Although you are now acquainted with all of the male dancers, you weren’t as close with them yet compared to the female dancers. Taeyang was one of the best backup dancers among the male team. He’s also very sociable and cheerful, a bit opposite to your personality. However, you know that with his skills in dancing and years of experience working for BTS, he might be the perfect partner to learn a lot from.

 The dance team occupied three practice room for the day, one for each of the choreographers. Everyone started on their own dance routines and just like that, the BTS’ dancers were working like a car engine roaring for the whole day.

 On another floor, all of the BTS members were gathered in one room to discuss about the concert. The stage director presented their plans for the concert and the boys also let their inputs flow through the meeting. The dance director then announced the very special stage that the dance team are now practicing at the moment. Once the boys learned that they finally get to have a special dance stage with the female dance team (which is a first for them), all of them got nervous. They were then informed of the 7 different dance roles and how many dancers were assigned. Everyone was taken by surprise when they heard that there will be someone who will be dancing with one female dancer. Everyone, especially the dance line, were eager to know who the choreographers appointed to be the sole BTS member who will be given a solo dance. Namjoon raised his hand and the dance director, disrupted from revealing the member’s name, let the leader speak up.

 “I know that this might be weird but I’ll say this because I want to give the best performance every time.” All eyes were now on him. “The female dance team is new here unlike the current male team that we have. If we want to deliver this concept the best way possible, should we at least do something to make everyone comfortable with each other? I can still feel a bit of awkwardness either from some of the members or with the other female dancers.” He worriedly look at his members and to his surprise, majority of them were nodding their head in approval. Some of which once voiced out their worry to Namjoon about awkwardness towards the female dance team even before the female dancers started working in the company.

 “Good thing you mentioned that.” One of the managers, Se-jin, stood up from the corner of the room. All of the members turned their head as their eyes followed him walking towards the front of the room. “We have already set a date for a team MT. The dance team, newly hired essential staff and of course, you boys will be going as well.”

 Hoseok, Jin and Yoongi exchanged looks. Namjoon was glad that his suggestion was helpful. The maknae line were excited at the sound of another MT especially now that they are in dire need of a short break from working very hard to prepare for the concert. Big Hit takes very good care of the staff and the relationship between its idols and staff can almost be similar to family. To maintain a good working environment in the entertainment industry, everyone should have a good relationship with each other as Bang PD once said to the boys. Of course, this also applies to the newly hired female dance team. The managers know that the boys were not used to working very close with females despite having female stylists so they already planned this MT ahead once they were informed of the intention to hire female backup dancers.

 “When’s the MT? And where?” Jimin enthusiastically raised his hand and asked the manager.

 “We’ll inform you ahead of time, don’t worry. We’re still in the process of finalizing your schedule. It’ll be 3 days and 2 nights in Busan.” Their manager grinned at the two Busan boys. Jimin and Jungkook quickly looked at each other and grinned so wide. They were elated that they’ll get a chance to visit their hometown again despite being there for work. “This is also a short break for you boys. We know how hard you’ve been working.” Chatters between the members were getting loud as they were getting excited for the MT.

 “Okay. Let’s go back to the topic of the dance stage with the female dance team.” The dance director took his place once more towards the front of room as he gladly look at each member eagerly talking about the MT. “We haven’t yet assigned a member to each role and who you’ll be dancing with. We’ll announce it after the MT.”

 Your name suddenly popped up in Hoseok and Jimin’s mind. Ever since the evaluation, you were the one that caught their attention. Hoseok has stolen a few glances here and there during practice sessions. He can’t help but admit that he strongly admires someone who can strut gracefully and powerfully, and someone he can dance with. Same goes for Jimin. He was eager to share a stage with you even if there will be other female dancers with him. Something about the way you look when you dance amazes him.

 Honestly, you were the only one that was familiar to the other members. Aside from the fact that you are Jiyong’s twin sister and them having a very good and close relationship with him, you had also already encountered some of them one by one in various ways with the exception of Taehyung and Jin.

 …..

 You were running a bit late to the surprise dinner of Jiyong’s friend. You received a lot of text from your brother this afternoon telling you to dress nicely and told you the location of the restaurant. Surprisingly, it was one of your favorite dimly-lit comfy Korean restaurant and you were glad. He also told you that a private room will be reserved under his name for the dinner party. You comb through your closet to look for a dress suited for the ambience of the party. Just to be safe, you picked a little black dress amongst your brightly colored clothing. You don’t want to attract any additional attention since you’re a guest and a bit of outsider to their group. You consider yourself as someone who would prefer a night in, rather than constantly going out to socialize.

 With 5 minutes to spare, you dashed to arrive at the restaurant after you got off the cab. The waitress ushered you through a hallway and to a room. Voices were now starting to get louder as you walk towards a door at the end of the hallway. The waitress opened the door for you and you were surprised to see familiar faces amongst the crowd sitting around the long stretched table. Your brother sat closest to the door but what caught your eyes amongst the other people in the room were the faces of four handsome men.

 Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin were sitting down side by side on the right side of table. You froze in your place as you gulp down, trying to take in that you’ll be spending this dinner with them. The crowd in the room were non-existent and all that matters is that you’re only a step away from your idols. The dim light in the room somehow softens their faces yet they were the brightest among the people in the room. The four of them were wearing dress shirts, each a different shade of white or black. You try to gulp down but it seems that your throat has gone dry.

 Now you realized what your brother meant by regretting it if you would not come to this dinner and the way he emphasized to you to dress nicely. Normally when he would invite you to dinners, he doesn’t force you to come or give an opinion about your choice of wardrobe.

 Jiyong stood from his seat and welcomed you. You surprisingly react to him when he put his hands on your back and this made you conscious that maybe the four boys noticed how shocked you are at their presence. Your brother introduced you again to his other fellow co-workers, some of them you just met for the first time tonight. While you were being pushed by Jiyong across the length of the room, the eyes of the four bangtan boys were glued to you. Jiyong definitely didn’t mention to them that you would be included to the dinner party. Not that they have something against it but they were surprised by your presence tonight amongst all the familiar faces. You try to get rid of the thought that you have eventually interact again with those four by talking to Jiyong’s co-workers but your hands felt clammy as you slowly get near them at the table.

 Majority of the people in the room were either producers, audio and sound engineers and of course, it’s not a surprise that Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi were in the dinner as well. They hugely participate in every album production wise. Being the hyung of the group, you guess Jin was here as well since Jiyong mentioned that he was one of the members he’s closest with all of the producers and engineers. Jiyong being Jin’s favorite, as your brother would boast but you don’t know if that’s actually true or not.

 Jiyong pulled you towards a seat on the right side of the table farthest from the door, beside Jin. Jin, still seated in his chair, pulled out the chair for you and he smiled. You gladly accept and quietly sat down. Jiyong left you and went out of the room. Probably he’s waiting for his friend’s arrival any moment now. As if you’re like a music player on pause, you’re now totally silent observing everyone else across you. It was awkward, to say the least.

 “So how’s dance practice?” As he noticed how quickly you became awkward after Jiyong left you, Jin turned to you and starts a conversation. You shuffle in your seat from being startled by the sudden conversation. However, you’re glad that he remembers you being their backup dancer and not just a stranger who joined tonight’s dinner.

 “Getting by. Your choreographies are so intense, even by my standards.” Admitting the difficulty of dancing to their songs warranted a chuckle from Jin.

 “Right? It’s like they want to increase the difficulty for every comeback.” He giggled. Your eyes are glued on him as you try to admire his every feature. Indeed, he deserves the title of Worldwide Handsome. He looks so delicate at how his eyes squint when he laughs. His black hair compliments his milky complexion. You can’t stop to admire as if a statue of a god was this close in front of you.

 “But you look so good when you dance so I’m sure all your fans will like it.” You praised him, grinning sheepishly. He chuckle at your sudden flattery. When he was about to say something, a hand landed on his shoulder and Hoseok popped out from his side.

 “Don’t flatter him. He won’t let that go and then before you know it, he’ll make you his favorite member of the dance team.” Seated beside the eldest member, Hoseok leaned his head on Jin’s shoulder and cheerfully teased his elder member. He flashes a sunshine-like smile, eyes squinting. You smile at their silliness as they continue to banter.

 “I know I am handsome and she’s already my favorite member.” Jin turns to Hoseok then back to you. “She’s Jiyong’s twin sister. He’s one of my closest friend so by proxy, she’s my closest friend too.”

 You were silent, observing how easy it was conversing with your idols. You felt your body relax and you think Jin has noticed this too as he lets out another soft smile at you.

 “I’m sure that doesn’t work that way, Hyung. Silly.” You now heard Yoongi who was seated beside Hoseok. Hoseok leaned back on his chair and Yoongi was now in view. The cool and silent member was now facing the three of you. You saw the corner of his mouth smile and you gave one in return. Remembering how soft he looks while he apologized to you that one particular day, you felt at ease seeing his smile. The awkward and heavy air around the two of you is now gone. “Nice to see you again.” He nods at you as you hear your name slip out of his mouth. It still feels surreal whenever you would hear them say your name.

 Before you try to greet him back, Namjoon called your name. “Both you and Jiyong-nim are wearing black. You definitely look more like twins tonight.” He laughs. Between you and your brother, you were the one who adorns black most of the time. His fashion style is more on earthy tones and bright colors. Whenever you and your brother would wear the same color, people would always tease both of you since you would look like a couple despite looking a lot like each other.

 “That’s because they are, Joonie.” You heard Jin giggle. “Don’t worry. Between you and Jiyong, you look more beautiful tonight – like me.” He winked at you.

 You almost choke in your laughter. This Jin in front of you is definitely the same as the one you have watched a lot of times in every show they’re on. You remember the moments that you would bury your head in your pillow laughing or screaming from seeing Jin be so adorable at praising himself.

 You’re thankful that Jin had started a conversation with you because if he didn’t, you would totally feel out of place beside them. Some of Jiyong’s co-workers have also started to talk to you and asked you questions. Not soon after, Jiyong ran inside the room to inform everyone that Mark, the birthday celebrant, has arrived. He was carrying a cake in his hands and his other co-worker pulled out a lighter from his pockets and then lit the candles. The room was now dead silent as we all wait for the door to open. When it did, everyone sang Happy Birthday loudly at the birthday celebrant.

It was fun observing everyone from where you sit. Jiyong was on full cheer mode as he tries to wave his hands, encouraging everyone to sing loudly. The four bangtan boys did what he asked. Jin was the loudest one and soon, his other members followed. You giggle at their ridiculousness as you quietly cheer at the back.

 After the cheers soon came dinner. As the waitresses bring in all the food and glasses of wine to the table, Hoseok called your attention.

 “I hope your ears are fine. All of us are really loud, aren’t we?” Hoseok leaned his chest towards you as Jin leans back in his seat. Your eyes were still following the food being served because aside from the nerves being seated next to BTS, food will always be number one to you. The people from the other side of the table were all standing up and laughing together. Namjoon was also chatting with a few of them.

 “It’s okay. I’m used to being around Jiyong’s crowd.” You wave your hands to assure him. Your chest felt warm with Hoseok’s concern for you.

 A bowl of soup was placed in front of Jin followed by yours. Hoseok sat back on his chair as others returned to their seats to begin eating. Sounds of utensils hitting each other and plates clicking were replacing the sounds of chatter. You took a sip of the soup when you saw across from you that they have already started eating.

 The hot soup hitting your tongue was comforting. You miss eating good food. Nowadays, you’re stuck to eating sandwiches and ready-to-eat food. You’ve been constantly teased by Lisa that if it wasn’t for convenience stores or restaurants, you would definitely be bone and skin right now. One thing you like about coming to dinners with Jiyong like this is that you get to eat good food. You took a second sip as your eyes roam the room to look at the faces of the other people in the room and eventually lingering on the faces of the four BTS boys seated next to you.

 As you were looking at them, you try to figure out the flavor of the soup. Potato soup wasn’t your favorite but this one was so good. Chef’s kiss! You can’t wait to taste the other dishes if the restaurant intends to start with amazing soup. You heard Hoseok commend the soup out loud as well as you see Jin letting his spoon scoop the soup.

 As Jin’s spoon slowly worms its way to his mouth, both you and Yoongi were still trying to enjoying the soup when a thought suddenly hit you both.

 “Wait hyung!”, “Jin stop! It’s potato soup.”

 You and Yoongi were both raising your hands at Jin. Jin, surprised at the both of you, froze with his mouth open and the spoon just inches away from his lips. Yoongi looked at you in confusion when you shouted at Jin as well.

 “You can’t eat that. You’re allergic to potato.” You continue as took your hands back on your lap. Namjoon was now also looking at you. Not long, you realize that the four of them were now staring at you. Their faces painted the same way. Why do you even know that fact? That Jin is allergic to potato? They all thought the same thing.

 Shoot. You froze in realization that you didn’t bother to think before you tried to shout and stop Jin. You know this fact because Jin has mentioned this on one episode of RUN BTS. Now they will definitely know that you watch their shows. This is embarrassing. You can’t seem to find words to explain on how you know this detail about Jin. If this was your fellow Armies, you would be proud to know these small details and other information about the seven of them but this was a different situation entirely. Do they find it creepy? What would they do if they discover that you’re a big fan and that you know these details?

 You try to explain but words can’t seem to form. Your throat getting dry as you feel their stares piercing through you. You definitely don’t want to come off creepy. Your chest felt heavy from the attention you’re getting from them as your eyes were now on your glass of wine in front of you.

 “Oh right. Jiyong, you mentioned before that your sister is a big fan of the boys. Right?” Mark blurted out. The four of them turned their head towards the other side of the table where the birthday celebrant and your brother was seated. “You would always adorably praise your sister for her undying support to the boys.” Mark continued as he took a sip of his wine.

 Stop. Please stop talking. Just stop. You wanted to scream at Mark but all you could do was hunch down towards your hands.

 Your stomach dropped when you saw that everyone was now looking at you. They also stopped from eating when they heard both you and Yoongi shout at Jin to stop eating.

 “Yeah, she is. That’s why she knows your allergy. She’s the biggest fan you’ll ever m…” He giggled. You gulp down the whole glass of wine in front of you as you try to shut out everything you’ve heard from the other side of the room. Jiyong stopped midway through his sentence when he saw your eyes after you chugging down the wine. He didn’t mean to embarrass you and seeing your gloomy face, he quickly felt his insides turn.

 Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin were now looking at you. Jin’s hands raised to try and attempt to stop you from finishing your glass of wine. Yoongi, deeply worried especially with the way you’re still silent despite the obvious discomfort evident on your face. Hoseok wanted to lighten the mood as he saw you tightly gripping the stem of the wine glass but can’t seem to do so as he’s lost in his words.

 Great. You’ve just made this night more humiliating for yourself.

Next part: 5

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Get Jinxed [MYG]

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Get Jinxed  [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq​ ⟶ Genre: Angst | Smut | 21+ | Cyberpunk AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: pwp, sorta old lovers to enemies to lovers, cocky yoongi, mentions of weapons, criminal activities, hopeless romantic OC, rough sex, over simulation, multi-orgasms, public indecency, unprotected, creampie, etc,  ⟶ WC: 4.7k+ ⟶ Summary: A rouge ex officer of the law - Yoongi - has twisted his ways into causing mayhem across towns. You are the high and mighty officer who seeks revenge on Yoongi’s ways; considering that he not only turned against the city in which he grew up in, striping all chances of reforming himself, he also stole your heart. ⟶ Teaser: “He hushes you with a hand, his teeth nipping eagerly around your clavicles. “Shh,” he warns with a devilish glint, “We’re in public, Y/n.” He chuckles, mouth coming back to kiss against your jaw.” ⟶ Beta Reader: Thank you so so so very much for taking on this task very very very last minute @chillingtae​ I am so thankful for you to accept this role, and thank you for helping me through this fic! I owe you! ♡ ⟶ Author’s note: Written for @houseofddaeng​‘s Agust D Anniversary Event. Was my first time touching elements of a cyberpunk!au. 

Rain casts a veil over your sight as you stare deeply into the silhouette across the murky alleyway; the figure before you surveys the one-of-a-kind hextech rifle aiming right at their head. Glistening neon lights flood your peripherals, puddles reflecting fractions of radiance between the cracks of the split bricks under your very feet. The chill of cold water drenches your attire, even the cap resting on your head leaks streams down the sides of your face.

“How could you!” You choked out between your teeth; loud enough over the pounding rain, loud enough to cut the man in front of you as if your words are daggers.

The rifle that deemed you the best shot in the city has no comparison to your superior intellect. Your wits earned you the way through the rankings and nobody, no criminal or lawbreaker were foolish enough to cross your path. You are known as Vopamis City’s finest peacekeeper and your oath is embedded deep within your family roots.

You’re the sheriff of a thriving, escalating city where art, craftsmanship, trade, and metamorphosis were built and centered from. Vopamis is and forever will be a reinventing city where dreams are lived to the fullest extent and treasures are found around every corner. It sits on top of the distrusted city of Tapos, an undercity district – which used to be once united but now no more – buried deep within canyons weaved below.

You press your words and force the air to pass through your clutching windpipe, “Fuckin’ answer me you son of a bitch!”

The figure sighs with a step forward, rolling their head out of annoyance but once their eyes meet yours in the light you knew all breath escaped your chest.

“Hi, Y/n.”

The dangerous bright orange hair stands out like no other, just like the cocky grin that emits the same tone as his two-toned eyes does. One is dull brown with crystalized specks of white, the other a piercing topaz yellow; a hard contrast between his natural dark pupil – all of which made those eyes captivating.

You fear this moment every day ever since that terrible day. It haunts you; it scares you; it hurts you. Yet here you are, face to face with the man who solemnly swept the valuable, rich rug right out from under you and ran with it. With betrayal and pain coursing through your veins you sought out his existence every single day to get revenge on the one person you thought you truly once loved.

With your rifle adjusted point blank, with the help of the glowing red laser to the center of his forehead, you show no signs of backing down from your stance. The rain beats heavily though your heart pounds harder inside your chest.

He looks just how you remember him; black under-cut still very much unkempt, a piercing jabbed through one eyebrow and two into the cartilage on the same side of his nose. His oversized cryptic jacket hides his frame well, decorated in all sorts of patches, widgets, and spikes that have their own metallic shine to them. You swear you see the edgings of tattoos creeping up the sides of his neck, exactly how you recall them.

Those unforgiving thick soled boots kick up the water around his steps as he inches out of the shadows, “It’s been a while.”

You ignore him just like he ignores your first sentence, “How could you do this?!”

He shrugs with amusement dressing his face, “Why ask me questions you already have answers to, Y/n?”

With glares meeting another in a standoff stare he halts his walk five feet in front of you. Unphased by the downpour of smogged twilight rain, you twist your finger around the trigger of your trusty gun. “You stole for the black markets, betrayed your city and me, ran off to the unstable technologies and reckless constructions of the polluted and gangrenous Tapos. Why!?”

“You seem to be a bit vindictive.” He snickers, swiping a hand through his soaked locks. “I was bored.”

Bored.

Your grip tightens around your rifle, you can’t tell if you are shaking from the cold of the rain or the anger raging throughout your body. His words made your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.. “Yoongi!” You hiss with a harsh tone, blood boiling under your very skin.

He steps again, hand clutching the barrel of your gun and aligning the end against his forehead. Yoongi looks at you with teasing eyes and a wide, wirily smile. He is testing you - taunting you. “I know you won’t do it. You won’t pull the trigger.” That blunt topaz eye drills back into yours, enticing and enchanting all at once. “How many times have you seen me in the streets? Stealing from this filthy, pathetic excuse of a renowned city? How many times did you watch me walk by doing whatever I damn well please? Why are you stopping me now? What changed?”

To what you believe you are holding out strong, insisting you have the upper hand and all control. But you are frozen, unpredictably iced in place from where you stand. Only to stare back at the man that your heart swells and aches for. Yoongi doesn’t wait for you to answer as he already knows every single move and step you have going for you.

“It’s only been two months.” He states with a soft smile, lowering and pushing aside the gun in your grasp. “One of the most determined and skilled investigators of all Vopamis. Filled with ferocity and a strong sense of justice and resolution. Falls right into the footsteps of each and every one of your family members. They reinforced their ideals of right and wrong on you so much that it’s practically branded across your forehead.”

Yoongi spits to the side, tilting his head to watch your face with all his rambling. He has proven himself in such a small-time frame of how impulsive he can be, going from a trusted high ranked officer of the law to a merciful criminal who now wreaks havoc without care. Buildings burn in his name as he always made sure to leave a massive trail of mayhem and panic in his wake, never seized to end his rampage with the biggest explosions – which soon became his signature.

You loved him ever since the day you two joined the academy together. Yoongi excelled in everything from hextech inventions to architectural research. Vopamis has become a magnet for the most skilled craftsmen from all over the world and the more restricted and dangerous ones fell into the toxic runoff of Tapos. Now, Yoongi’s schemes have inspired copycat crimes among the chem-punks, a movement in which he predicted after labeling righteous wordings on structures throughout both cities. Some followers have blindly followed his persona named ‘X’.  In a crafty way each successful heist has a small piece left for the police to find; a personable note that always says, “get jinxed.”

Standing helplessly at the mercy of your own heart your head drops, eyes casting to the drenched road. Everything in your righteous mind tells you to take him in, lock him up – it is your job and duty to do this as you are one with the law. But your poor, fragile heart is gapping open from the piece that was ripped away by Yoongi.

“You’re right.” You whisper softly.

“I know.”

All the times you allowed him to do what he continues to do because you didn’t have it in you to send him to jail. As you watch him become the criminal he is now, refusing to stop his acts even though the justice and pride within you screams for you to act on your instincts. “Everything you’re saying is right.”

Yoongi raises his hand, palm facing up and holding a chemtech explosive bullet that swirls a cobalt blue liquid inside. Instantaneously you knew exactly what the bullet is – the meaning behind it, and all of the precious memories came flooding back all at once.

The bullet was no longer than two inches and has a hole drilled through the piece to lace a chain through it. Yoongi wears it as a charm to his bracelet and even in the dark of the rainy night with neon lights flashing around you, you can still see the small etchings of both of your initials on the tip of the bullet. It was his first ever fully functional bullet he crafted back at the academy and he had dedicated that piece of craftsmanship to you.

“I still love you, you know.��� Yoongi’s voice stills your breath, deep and stern. With all seriousness he openly speaks with a stony face as you look up to him. “I never stopped.”

You avert your eyes away from the nostalgic piece which lies in Yoongi’s palm and the heat of your breath fans out into the open cool air in a puff of smoke. It hurts your heart, all your pent-up revenge brought out a disgusting angry monster from within you. You’re blinded by the law and blinded by the admiration of love for Yoongi.

“You don’t.” You counter with a hiss.

Raindrops hide away the streams of tears that break down the brims of your eyes and you refuse to keep your eyes open in the slim chance of giving Yoongi the satisfaction of your glistening orbs filling with hurt. As much as you secretly hope and want – need – Yoongi to say those words, they still simmer a splitting pain inside of your delicate heart.

Yoongi’s tatted, calloused hand aimlessly raises to your face, his knuckles brushing against the curve of your cheek. Surprisingly, you don’t flinch at the contrasting and unexpected warmth that’s responsible for heating up that side of your face. Instead you find yourself helplessly leaning into the contact, your shaking hand still holding your trusty gun at your side.

“It’s funny,” Yoongi scoffs, forcing your eyes to jolt in his direction of his action.

You burn a glare at him while he inspects your face, your blood boiling underneath all of your drenched clothes and cold skin. Yoongi sounds a quick ‘tsk’ as disapproval while his fingers glide down the column of your neck. “So funny that you question everything I say and do.”

The fact that he has your rendered frozen in place under the heavy weather and his intimidating presence only confirms his suspicions. He wasn’t lying to you and you knew that, right? You swallow thickly at the bright orange haired man in front of you, eyes casting down to shrink your frame.

You sneer back, “Can you blame me? You ruined your chances of being an officer – all that hard work you put in means nothing now. You destroyed all your chances of being a citizen of Vopamis. And all because you were bored.” In the back of your mind no matter how many hours you had pondered his reasonings to derail into a criminal, what hurt you the most wasn’t the fact he chose this path of being a high risk offender – it is the reality of him leaving you behind as if nothing about your relationship between another is important to him as it was to you.

Yoongi cocks an amused eyebrow, a smirk quick to follow. “Hm, yes. I wasn’t bored with you though, Y/n. Truthfully, knowing that you’ll be hot on my trail at all times – no matter where I went – made this new life even more fun. You enjoy chasing me?” He swipes his tongue through the small opening of his lips, two-toned eyes glare at the small line of tattoos up the back of your own ear. He tilts your jaw with his thumb, exposing more of your smooth damped skin.

Under Yoongi’s hand you feel like a marionette; damned against his ministrations and at how weak you feel towards him. You can see your vision blur around the edges, your sight honing on the glowing eye that stares at you with interest. Another puff of fog seeps out of your mouth from a released breath that you held in for far too long. You don’t acknowledge the way your limbs grew numb by the minute or the way your bottom lip trembles from your constant shivers. You are only focusing on the way the warmth of the pads of his fingers emits onto your skin and gives you a sliver of assurance.

“Have I ruined this too?” Yoongi questions in a whisper, eyes projecting down to your cold lips.

Everything in your mind tells you to scream at him, tell Yoongi ‘yes, you completely and utterly ruined every single aspect of my life,’ but the words cannot crawl their way up your throat and form the sounds you need. Instead your face reacts with pain, all of your walls and defenses breaking down around you and your rifle drops to the puddled ground underneath you.

He can read you like a book, study your features, and pull each intricate and thin string of your heart. He plays you like a fiddle with a crooked smile, a knowing look to his face where all his intuitions of you feeling something towards him are all riddled true. It’s dressed all over your face, your body leaning closer to his, the look to your eyes – glistening or not.

His thumb taps lightly against your bottom lip, popping it open from the stern line your mouth was creating. You gulp with anticipation, your surrounding areas become less and less in vision of your peripheral and your eyes can only bore straight back into Yoongi’s; pupils dilating rapidly.

“No…”

Your solo word shakes out with a heavy breath at the same time Yoongi’s other hand comes to grab your elbow and pull you closer to him. The heat radiating off of him is met between you with a strikingly fast kiss, but the kiss was tentative at best. Even reading all of your body gestures, the way your posture changes when it comes to his proximity invading your territories, Yoongi still approached with cocky confidence. He knows he has you around his finger, around his hand and more.

‘You weren’t ruined, yet,’ he thought. But Yoongi is all too excited to violate whatever purity of the law that is still laced within your morals.

He’s eager to shove his deadly tongue into the first parting of your mouth, a gasp of excitement releasing through a moan. You forget about the downpour of rain around the two of you, the chill of the air cutting through your clothes, even forgetting the blaring neon signs illuminating the paths around this alleyway. Your mind is intoxicated with the savvy orange haired, corrupted, and dangerous man who has swindled his way within the burrows of each city and the cavities of your heart.

A single tear traces down your cheek as your arms link around Yoongi’s neck, your body completely caving into the man before you. With the motion Yoongi backs the two of you up until you're hidden well enough in the darkness. His hand cocks your head to the side as he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses as he pushes you against the side of the building. His lips heat your skin up and send an involuntary chill of goosebumps down your body.

You breath out into the air while your senses adjust to the new sensations of want and need being applied to your form. “Yoongi –“

He hushes you with a hand, his teeth nipping eagerly around your clavicles. “Shh,” he warns with a devilish glint, “We’re in public, Y/n.” He chuckles, mouth coming back to kiss against your jaw.

You muffle a noise of acknowledgement, or a moan of pleasure from the sharp suck Yoongi plants against the sweet spot under your ear. Your arms grip him tighter, pulling him flush against your front to be as close as possible. Without hesitation your hands link up the back of his head, fingers carding through the disheveled drenched locks for a nice pull.

Both of your clothes stick to you like a second skin, suctioned to your own bodies and you desperately want them ripped off. Yoongi hisses at the yank of his head. Sensing your actions as an emergency he huffs a laugh your way, “Yeah? What do you want?” He removes the hand across your mouth only to shove his thumb into it, pressing down against your tongue. “Is this righteous mouth going to tell me something?”

You comply by action with the decision of closing your mouth around his finger and sucking it with delight. Yoongi praises you with words of assurance, biting down on the flesh of his own bottom lip. He leans into you, hips grinding instantly against your frontside. The uneven gyrating of wet fabrics causes a rough and uncomfortable friction, but it was something that helped direct attention toward your neglected core.

Yoongi lifts up your slicked shirt just enough to fondle around the waistband of your pants in search of unhinging your duty rig belt. “You’re going to be a good girl, right?” His eyes give you a knowing look as his thumb detaches from your trap. Nodding, you seek his mouth once more to savor the warmth between you two. “Vopamis’ finest,” he quotes in a mocked tone.

“I love you.”

Your confession halts Yoongi for a brief moment between kisses, his hand stalls as it breaches a few inches inside the front of your pants. He has you pinned against the rough brick of a building in the outskirts of the city with your freezing, aching body under his frame. Your mouth and legs so willing to open up for him.

This is the very first time he’s seen you so ‘not yourself’ in all the years he has known you, even when the fondness blossomed more between the two of you. Whichever relationship the two of you were in – it wasn’t exclusive but it surely is implied – has become completely manipulated to the public eye. Yoongi’s urgency falters for a moment, a flashback to a simpler time where the underlying love and sweetness emitting from the two of you has no boundaries. But as fast as that memory exposes itself, it was easily covered in his future thoughts. His enjoyment of being who he is now, what he wants to achieve, obtain, and take.

With your face plastering across all walls of his mind, he smirks excessively as if he is pleased with himself. He has everything he wants, and he’s greedy for more. No matter what Yoongi does with himself he knows he’ll have you regardless – and right now is proving that theory.

He leans forward to plant another kiss to your appetizing lips once more, “I know you do.”

Quickly, Yoongi flips you in your place in one quick motion, yanking down a portion of your pants once you catch yourself against the wall. Your eyes scan frantically to the opening of the alleyway, silently praying nobody stumbles upon the two of you in this indecency act – especially how your rifle lays still on the ground in the opening.

The air breezes across your now exposed cheeks, and with a firm hand Yoongi shoves against your lower back forcing you to bend forward enough to reveal your core. Gasping, you shudder under the sudden invasion of his cold clammy palm molding on top of your cunt. Your hands held you up against the wall, pants pulled only to your lower thighs preventing the spread your legs most desperately needed.

Slowly, Yoongi’s fingers prod along your slit, dipping directly between your folds the moment they come in contact with your dampness. He shushes you once again with the ruggedness of his voice while you hear the clinking of what you assume to be his belt buckle.

He wastes no time sinking a finger straight into your entrance, only after giving your clit a moments time of blissful pleasure – gone far too quick for your liking. His digit glides easily, enticing him with the next stroke to join a second. Your mouth hangs open with heated pants, your lower stomach jumping excitedly at the intimacy of your loved one, and your hips chase the stride of his fast pace.

“Shit, Yoongi!” you curse under your breath, feeling his free hand now snaking up your side under your shirt. His fingers alone create such friction that has your head lolling to the side and your inners clutching erratically. You don’t question your urgency, the impatient nature your body so willingly falls into, not when Yoongi is inches behind you lining up his engorged head to replace his fingers.

The two of you don’t care about the surrounding areas, too filled with lust. Too drunk on the idea of Yoongi coming back to you – and he is too excited knowing he has you in his clutches.

Heat courses throughout your core and abdomen, running down each of your limbs the moment his hips are pressed against your backside, dick submerged in one swift jolt forward. You lose your footing, falling further into the wall as your forearms plant into the building. A guttural moan leaks out of him the moment you yelp and squirm under him. His fingers desperately hold around your waist as he straightens his back, giving the next few experimental thrusts the slower motion your pussy needed from his harsh action.

Yoongi’s hip snaps back into you, bringing the flesh of your ass into the seat of his lap. He seethes through his teeth, “Fuckin’ hell!”

You’re restricted from widening your legs no thanks to your pants locking you in place, but this also gives a tighter sensation against his swollen cock. He doesn’t give you too much time to recuperate and catch your bearings, too honest with his mission and surging forward to bring the two of you to the brink.

“Stand,” he grunts with an arm circling around your waist. With his help you’re press flush against the wall and his chest, completely stuck between two hard places. Yoongi’s pace is rapid, the slaps of skin melt into the sounds of the fallen raindrops. It’s not long for his cock to jam pleasantly into the sweet spots within your silky walls, his thrusts determined to continue their gyrating motion deep inside you.

He chuckles at the lewd moans you release, head tilted back against his shoulder as you breath for air. “You really don’t care if someone hears you, huh? What do you think they’ll do, seeing the best shot in town being railed by a rogue criminal?”

Yoongi’s words course through your ear, his teeth coming to bite the flesh behind it. Your mind is too cloudy to think straight, not when he was inside of you both physically and emotionally. “T-they’ll hate me.”

“Is that so?”

You hum because that’s all you can do. The knot tightens in your stomach, the dull ache between your legs distorting itself into an electrifying spark has you cursing Yoongi’s name to go faster, harder. Yoongi feels you tightening around his prodding cock, only causing him to buck into you rougher.

Orange locks find their way between your fingers, tightening your grip on his hair the faster that band within you reaches towards its peak. “Yes! Yes, yes, please –“

The moment your body feels his inked fingers sneak their way to your clit, pinching it harshly, pulls a shriek of pleasure from your throat. Your body snaps under him – back arching as your walls clasp around his cock. “A-ah!” you shout while your orgasm rushes to all corners of your body, a tingly sensation vibrating through every fiber of your being.

Yoongi smirks as his pace doesn’t halt, now latching both of his hands to your hips he directs all movements. He enjoys your dispute of over-sensitivity, knowing how much you secretly like it from all the times in the past.

“One more, I know you have it in you. I’ve seen it before.” His voice is rough, any tang of sweetness swept away. “I’ll continue to fuck into this pussy until you cum again.”

Without stopping for a breather your body rushes into overdrive, it continues to squirm in his grasps and your legs shake dangerously underneath you. All thoughts of remaining quiet have gone out the window. Your second orgasm is set to fire, ready to be kicked off the edge into infinity, and with one quick shove of Yoongi’s cock that sinks all the way to ram into your cervix has you keening over and over.

Your pussy pulsates around his dick inconsistently, holding onto the appendage like a vice. It triggers his frenzy, his release spilling deep inside your well spent walls with dirty grunts. His arms hold around you tightly, helping you stand straight and to assist himself at the same time. Together both of your breathes are resounded, heated air escaping around the two of you in puffs of smoke.

You wince when his softening cock slips out of you, leaving gravity to aid in the way his cum drips casually out of your hole. Yoongi doesn’t allow you to turn and face him before he’s hoisting up your bottoms, the fabrics too annoyingly drenched to feel comfortable against your skin.

When you finally turn to speak to him he’s already readjusting his pants up along his hips, securing the button to his pants as he eyes you for a quick second. His hair is even more of a mess than before, no doubt you looked remotely better.

Dropping your mouth to talk, Yoongi averts his gaze to your rifle laying to the side. “Yoongi, I –“

“Don’t.”

His eyes narrow at the device that labels the reality of everything, where the two of you stand no matter how much you tango with another. A snort leaves him as he finishes off the buckle to his belt and you can tell by the way his facial features flicker than he’s having a complicated inner dialog going on inside his mind.

“Yoongi!” You press, grabbing hold of his shoulders to shake him slightly. “Yoongi please look at me, please don’t walk away from me.”

After a deep breath he exhales slowly, blank eyes now directed at you. There’s confusion painted over your face from the way you aren’t understanding why Yoongi suddenly steps even closer to place another kiss onto your lips, but it causes you to stop thinking momentarily. His lips, plump and plush, are the only things you can think about – until he’s pulling away too fast.

Back now facing you, he strides down the alley in which you found him. As if this heated interaction, and everything it consisted of, seized to exist anymore – the time has passed.

You take a wobbly step in his direction, hand reaching towards the figure that distances itself further from your grasp. “Yoongi, please!” You cry.

Behind you is your rifle, only feet away, and in front of you is the man you continuously chase. You’re torn between the two, the feeling of your mind splitting in half causing you to have a mental debacle with yourself. You scream with frustration; tears stream down your face at what your heart truly wants.

To stop the criminal at large or to join him?

You didn’t notice how Yoongi stops in his tracks, head tilted to look behind him with his piercing yellow eye standing out through the darkness. He watches you curiously, the environment around the two of you officially draws itself back into reality. Once he hears your scream of defeat he completely turns to face you with the widest grin smeared across his mouth.

“Hey, Y/n...” He pauses to wait until he knows you’re listening to him – and of course you immediately do so. Yoongi cocks his head to the side with a sense of arrogance radiating from the way his body stood. You desperately look at him with a plea, but your facial features harden at his next words. And they lace, deadly, within your mind.

Yoongi sighs, running one of his hands through his hair. Again, he knows he already has you, ruined you, and now he completely and absolutely owns you whether you like it or not. Yoongi playfully lifts his fingers to cross them together, a sign of a heart sent straight to you, “Get jinxed.”

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backstage passes // kth

summary - ever since you befriended kim taehyung of bts, he’s practically begged you to go to one of his concerts. having suffer a bit from claustophobia, you always decline until he gets the idea to have you backstage

pairing - idol!kim taehyung x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; idol au

word count - 5.1k

warnings - minor descriptions about panicking at a concert, kim taehyung is dangerous, kissing, kim namjoon is kind of an idiot 

author’s note - this is an old wip i decided to dust off and post for @rougebangtan birthday today!!!! happy birthday maria!!! love you so much and i hope you enjoy this!! side note, i mainly used 5th muster magic shop for this so. . .190623 taehyung

You loved Taehyung. You really did, but as of recently he was really starting to get on your nerves. 

“Come on, baby, pleaaase.” Taehyung practically purred in your ears. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing him away from you. 

“Taehyung, we talked about this. I’m not going to your concert.” You’ve been arguing with your friend over this topic the past few days. He really wanted you to attend the Muster concert next week and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, it was the fact their concerts are known to be packed. You suffer a bit from claustrophobia. It wasn’t that bad but the mere thought of being trapped in between God knows how many bodies all moving and shouting was enough to have your body tense up. 

   He crossed his arms and pouted at your refusal once again. He’s been like this the past year and a half you’ve known him, always acting like a child. 

You’ve been friends since you were a background dancer for their IDOL music video. How you met was because you missed a step, like an idiot, and ended up toppling right into THE Kim Taehyung! V of BTS! You were absolutely embarrassed and was completely ready to be fired from the shoot right then and there. Taehyung however, brushed it off and laughed. Assuring you that he was alright and that at least neither of you got majorly injured. 

The director called out a break and you quickly rushed away from the set to the breakroom and get yourself some water and try to not freak out. Taehyung seemed to have a different idea as he followed you, keeping silent as you wandered through the hallways of the studio. He didn’t have time to make himself known as soon as you turned around after getting water, you screamed seeing the half and half haired boy and dropped your water cup.

“Are you always this excitable?” Taehyung asked, laughing as you again started to apologize profusely. 

And that was the start of your glorious friendship. You’ve met the other guys as well, and they’re all humble and really fun to be around. Spending whatever free time they have with them at their places either drinking or playing Mario Kart. But spending mainly a lot of time with Taehyung, as he claimed to be your closest friend out of them all since ‘he befriended you first’.

“What do I have to do to convince you to come to the concert?” Taehyung begs, clearly not wanting to drop the subject.

“Taehyung, I’ve told you this before. I do want to go, trust me. But if I get in that audience, I can guarantee you I will have a panic attack.” You’ve tried before and that’s what happened, you were going to the concert as a little surprise for him but soon as you stepped foot in the venue, you turned on your heel and left. When you told Taehyung, he quickly reimbursed you from his own pocket. You told him multiple times that you didn’t mind not getting a refund, he still transferred you the amount of money you spent on the tickets. 

The brunette bit the inside of his cheek before falling back onto your couch, deep in thought of what to do next. The remainder of his visit was spent in silence as the two of you watched a drama on Netflix. You noticed in the corner of your eye that Tae was texting someone throughout the show, you dismissed it though, he was probably talking to his band members or a manager. Usually that had two outcomes, one he could spend the night but leave really early or two he had to leave as soon as he could. As much as you wished it was the first one, it was more often the latter. Once the drama was over, he stood up saying he received a text from JK saying he was needed back at the dorms. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head before saying goodbye and promising to call you later. 

With a sigh, you turned off the TV and headed back to your room. At this point in your friendship, you were used to Taehyung jumping up and leaving at a moment's notice. What else can you expect from being friends with one of the world’s biggest idols? It just hurt a little more each time he had to leave.

Another factor of your heart hurting whenever he left was the matter of your growing feelings for him. You know he would never feel the same about you, so what was the point in trying? You groan, covering your face with a pillow, you just wanted to have normal feelings with your friends. You spazzed about on your bed, really trying to forget your feelings.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because the next thing you know your phone is ringing, waking you from slumber. Patting the bed around you, you find your ringing phone to see that ‘Taehyungie’ is calling you at 2 in the morning.

“What?” You grumble into the phone as you answer.

“You can sit backstage.” Did he really call you at 2 am to again try to convince you to see his concert?

“Tae, it’s 2 in the morning. I was sleep-”

“Forget that, the concert. I talked with the guys and Yoongi brought up the idea of you sitting backstage and watching us from there!” He explained, “you’ll be away from the crowds and the staff will look after you!”

“If I say yes will you leave me alone?” You rub your eyes, officially caving in and trying to move on. 

“Yes!” 

“Then yes. Goodnight.” With that, you end the call and toss your phone onto the bedside table. You pulled your blankets around you and curled up. You were going to regret this.

It’s a full week before you hear from Taehyung again, and when you do, it’s the night before Muster and he arrives at your door. You were a bit shocked at the fact he came to see you so suddenly, and you were happy to see him but what would prompt him to come to your apartment unannounced?

 Before you have a chance to ask him what was up, Taehyung just waltzed right in. Normally this was okay, but again he came over without telling you and you were just about ready for bed. Plus he had to get up early for Muster didn’t he? What was he doing here?

“As much as I love seeing you here, what are you doing?” You ask as he collapses onto your couch.

“I can’t come and visit my favorite friend?” Taehyung asked, looking slightly offended. The look on his face suddenly had heat rushing to your face.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that, just, you have Muster in the morning-”

“And I got permission to stay here for the night, just have to leave a bit earlier.” He explains, shrugging as if that was obvious. 

“Okay, cool. You didn’t think so tell me first? What if I had someone over?” You really don’t mind having him over but you also really wanted to have some sort of privacy. He of all people should know how valuable privacy is. 

That causes him to snap to attention. “It’s not like you to bring people home, Y/N.” Taehyung muses, “I didn’t even know you dated.”

You’re not sure if you should be offended by his words. “It was just an example, first of all. And I do date. . .just not often. . .” you muttered under your breath. Most of the dates you went on usually ended with either them never speaking to you ever again or you fleeing from boredom. 

Taehyung just laughs at you before beckoning you to sit next to him on the couch. You did so and instantly Tae wrapped his arms around your torso, burying his face in the crook of your neck. The sign of affection caused the heat in your cheeks to spread to your ears. While Taehyung being affectionate wasn’t anything new, this time it felt. . . different? 

Not one to deny cuddles, you openly welcome his affection; wrapping your arms around him and running your fingers through his hair. The two of you just sat in silence while the show on Netflix you were watching is long forgotten.

You can feel yourself slowly start to nod off when you feel Tae start to sit up. You whine at the loss of his warmth, did he have to leave already? “Don’t leave,” you mumble as you move your hand to grab at him.

“Not leaving yet, just moving to the bed.” You hear his voice explain, you can feel his soft hands pull you to your feet and lead you to your room. All this time, you’re too tired to even really open your eyes so you just let him lead you, trusting Taehyung completely. 

He leads you straight to your unmade bed and helps lay you down in the middle of the bed. You hear some shuffling of clothes and you peek open your eyes to see the man strip from his T shirts and jeans to just boxers and suddenly you’re very aware that he’s going to be sleeping in the same bed as you.

The side of the bed dips next to you and you look to see Taehyung again wrapping his arms around your torso, you could feel the warmth of his skin through the material of your thin shirt. He presses a kiss to your hair, whispering “Go to sleep, baby” and with that, you immediately shut your eyes, hoping that this is a dream and when you wake up you don’t have the most handsome man you’ve probably ever laid eyes on in your bed. 

You’re woken up by the shifting around in your bed, the warmth that was surrounding you no longer present and you whined. Tossing on your side to try and steal the remaining warmth from the now empty spots on your bed. 

“Sorry, Y/N, we gotta leave now.” Taehyung’s voice is very close to you and you feel him brush some hair from your face. “We’ll see you at the concert later.”

“Mmhmmm,” you groaned, just wanting to go back to sleep. All you hear is his chuckles as they shuffle out of your room and out of your apartment. Your phone buzzes a few minutes later, but you don’t bother to check it as you’re way too tired to even attempt to open your eyes. It’s way too early for you to be up and you know it. How he ever functions getting up this early, you’ll never know.

For the third time, you wake up and you stay awake this time (much to your dismay). Sunlight trailing in through your open curtains, you push yourself to sit up in your bed. Did last night really happen? Did Kim Taehyung, your friend, whom you’ve had a growing crush on cuddle you as you slept in the same bed? As much as you wanted to believe otherwise, it did happen as there’s no denying the deep indentations on the side of the bed where you definitely weren’t sleeping.

Reaching over to your bedside table, you fumble around to grab your phone and check the time. It’s almost 10 am, and you see that you have a few texts from Taehyung that was sent about 5 hours ago. Jesus, he really did leave early didn’t he. You open the texts and it’s basically a goodbye note saying he didn’t want to wake you up and that a car will be sent for you at around 5 pm. He really did think of everything. 

Closing your phone and getting out of bed, you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. What you’re going to do for the next 7 hours before the concert, you have no idea, but probably to save time you’ll stay inside. 

After a quick cereal breakfast and watching a few episodes of a drama, you glance at the time and see it’s now 3 pm. Thinking enough time has passed, you decide to start getting ready for the concert. You quickly put away all your dirty dishes from breakfast and the night before, seeing how you didn’t last night with Taehyung’s unexpected arrival.

Quickly, you make your way over to your bathroom and start the shower and that’s when you get a call from him. 

“Hello?” You answer, stepping out of the bathroom so the rushing water wouldn’t drown out the call.

“Hey there, you getting ready?” It almost sounded like Taehyung was shouting into the phone.

“Am I on speaker?” You ask, wanting to be careful of what you’re going to say depending on who is in the room.

“Nope, just me,” he responded. 

“Gotcha, and yes. I’m about to hop in the shower, what’s up?” 

“Oooh, baby gonna make themselves nice for me,” Taehyung teases through the phone. 

“Yes, you’re the only boy in existence I’ll get dressed up for.” You roll your eyes at them. “Plus ARMY always dresses to the nines with their concert outfits, might as well try to blend in a bit.”

“Mmm, that’s true. But I bet you’ll be the best dressed there though.” His voice was very flirtatious, and you swear you could feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment despite being alone. 

“I’ve literally seen your concert outfits, y’all really think I’m going to be the best dressed one when you and the other members are literally wearing silk and diamond jewelry?” You were lucky enough to see a few of their snapchats of them trying on and accessorizing their outfits for Muster a few weeks ago when Taehyung first brought up you going and you were breathless at what they all wore. 

“Whatever you wear though, I’m sure you’ll look better than us. Designer clothes or no.” Taehyung’s sickly sweet voice was churning more butterflies in your stomach.

Before you have the chance to respond, you notice the copious amount of steam coming from your bathroom. “Aahh, I gotta go. Wasting the hot water, I’ll see you guys soon!”

“Have fun, be safe, think of me!” Tae says as you end the call. Of course he’d say something like that, the weirdo. You love him for it though. 

Putting your phone down on the bed, you strip down and make your way to the shower and quickly clean yourself without wasting any more water than you already have. Shower done, you dry yourself down with a towel before wrapping it around you and making your way to your closet and begin pulling out clothes to wear. Keeping it a bit casual but also up to enough standards for your favorite boys, you threw on a nice pair of dark pants and a blue button up. Looking in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel as if you’re missing something. . .that’s when you notice a shine from your bedside table. 

When you pick up said shiney thing you notice it’s a necklace that you’re sure you’ve seen Taehyung wear at some point. He must’ve left it here last night. . .well you are seeing him again in a few hours so might as well add it to your outfit so you don’t forget to give it to him. You quickly clasp the silver chain around your neck and play with it for a few seconds, the metal cool against your skin. 

Turning towards your mirror, you deem your outfit to be complete. Minus shoes, but you already had an idea for shoes. Jungkook gifted you a pair of black boots for your birthday not too long ago; they were similar to his with the spiky soles after hearing you compliment how cool they were. So on a whim he just bought you a pair after asking your shoe size. Knowing they probably cost more than your monthly rent, you wanted to strangle him. Expensive material items weren’t usually your thing, so you liked it best when they gave you more personal items. 

You checked your phone and took notice that the ‘OT7 + Y/N’ chat was active once again. You quickly scrolled through the texts, most of them from the other members saying how happy they were to see you at the concert tonight (Yoongi sent you a private message saying how proud he was of you for going out despite knowing your fear of crowds and tight spaces, and that tugged on your heart strings a bit).

You laughed a bit before sending your usual ‘Break a leg’ text, flopping on your bed. You still had about an hour left before the car would arrive to get you. So you mindlessly scroll through your social media feeds, just waiting for the text from either of the guys saying the car is on it’s way. 

Just as you were grabbing a bottle of water from your fridge, you got a text from Tae saying that the car should be about 5 minutes away. With that warning, you grabbed your keys and wallet and made your way out of your apartment and down towards the garage where you were instructed to go. 

Soon enough, you were on your way to the venue and as you watched the world pass outside you could feel your heartbeat start to pick up as the crowds started getting larger and larger. Why did you agree to this? Why? Your heart felt like it was about to drop to your stomach as you got closer and closer to the venue. 

The car pulled up into the back where all the staff were waiting for you. A manager pulled open the door for you and you felt a bit frozen in the seat. 

“Y/N, please follow us. You’ll be fine, we promise.” He said, holding out his hand for you to grasp. Slowly, you took the manager’s hand and let yourself be led into the venue and around the backstage until you were brought into what you assumed to be the main dressing room as there were all 7 guys, dressed and stylized to the max. 

“Y/N!” They all called out as you entered the room, they all raised their arms to give you all a group hug but they stopped when they noticed you flinched at the sudden movement. 

“Hey, you okay?” Jimin asked, raising a brow at you.

“Fine, just. . .nervous. . .” You gave them all a weak smile, trying to put on a brave face. 

Yoongi nodded in understanding, he slowly approached you and handed you a water bottle. “Drink this, if anything happens while we’re on stage: tell a staff member and they’ll escort you out.” 

You nodded as you started to gulp down the water and put it down on the table. When you looked back up, Taehyung had a bit of a frown on his face, clearly not liking the idea of you leaving while he’s on stage. “Do I get a sneak peek at the setlist?” You ask, changing the subject from your rising anxiety.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Nice try-”

“But you’ll get a hint!” Taehyung jumped on his shoulders, cutting him off. “It’s how we met!”

Of course they’ll do IDOL. It was one of their main tracks. You simply roll your eyes at them and start keeping small conversation as the staff around them rush around to get ready for the show. They get their makeup and hair retouched as needed, and you watch with close eyes as they work like a well oiled machine. 

Taehyung keeps you at a close distance from where he’s being worked on, talking with the stylists and you about the concert and what he’s excited to see happen from ARMY. You just smile and watch through it all. He looks absolutely breathtaking as well, hell they all do, you can tell for sure that their ARMY is going to go feral over them (you might as well but you have to contain it).

“Places everyone!” You hear a stage manager call out. All of the stylists pull away from the members and they start filing out towards the door to the stage. You watch in awe as they all start to make their way out of the greenroom. 

“Come on, Y/N!” Taehyung grabs your hand and starts tugging you alongside them towards the stage. “Already found a spot where the crew said it was okay for you to sit and watch!”

You let the man drag you towards the stage entrance, the closer you get however, the louder the crowd gets and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Was it getting hotter? Or was that just you? You immediately stopped in your tracks, causing Taehyung to stumble a bit. He looked back at you, concern falling over his face. He took a few steps back to be closer to you and gave your hand a squeeze. 

“It’ll be okay, just keep your eyes on me.” He said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Eyes on me, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded and he gave you another smile before sneaking out the entrance to take his place with the other guys. You could barely make out their outlines in the dark, but judging from the screams of the crowd they were out there. Soon as the lights went on, all you saw was a bright light and all you heard was the deafening screams of thousands ARMY. The speakers started blasting music, you weren’t sure if you could even really hear if over the crowds. 

You wanted to leave. You shouldn’t have agreed. You weren’t cut out for this. You were about to grab out for a staff member but then you laid eyes on Taehyung and your breath caught in your throat. You watched as he moved around with the other guys and suddenly all the noises of the crowd died away as they performed.

“Excuse me,” a staff member tapped you on the shoulder. “Taehyung wanted me to keep an eye on you, are you doing okay? Do you need anything?”

“I, uh,” you completely blanked for a second, completely lost in the performance. “Water, water please.” The staff member nodded and quickly got you another bottle of labeless water. You quickly downed a good portion of the water as you watched the guys move around and dance, having the time of their lives. 

They came on and off stage, Taehyung always checking on you when he had a spare moment. You could tell by the big boxy smile on his face that he was glad you were still here and watching the show. Granted, you had no idea how in the hell you managed to get through the loud noises of the crowds but you were barely alive after some of the sets you saw. Watching Taehyung during the 3rd act nearly killed you, because his stare suddenly reminded you how thirsty you are and you were out of water already. 

“Last stretch before the end, you having fun?” Namjoon asked you as he waited for the final que to be on stage.

“Yeah, you guys are doing awesome!” You said, looking to the leader as he gave you a big smile.

“I’m glad you came and stayed, especially for Taehyung’s sake. He really wanted you to come.” He said as he took a couple big gulps from a water bottle.

“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me say no until he wore me down.” You chuckled, “he really knows how to get you to say yes.”

“You can say that again, he was practically jumping for joy when you said yes though.” Namjoon smiled, probably reminiscing on the memory. “He likes you so much, he was about to scream if you didn’t come to the concert-”

“Wait what?” Taehyung likes you? You gave Namjoon a look and when he realized what he said, a staff member called out that it was time to leave. “Oh would you look at the time, I gotta get on stage. Bye!”

“Namjoon!” You hissed as the large man scrambled away from you and was quickly followed by the other members. 

Taehyung was the last but he stopped to stand next to you before going on stage. You just stared at him, he liked you? When did that happen? But do you confess to him first or do you wait for him?

“-Y/N? You there?” His voice rings in your ears. 

“Hmm-? Oh sorry, I uh, kinda phased out for a second.” You silently thank the fact it was hot backstage to excuse the growing blush on your cheeks. 

“I asked if you liked the show so far? You like it back here?” Taehyung asked, avoiding all the staff members yelling at him to go on.

“I’m loving the show, and I’d like it even more if you’d go out there and finish it!” You laugh as you push him towards the stage entrance.

“Fine fine, but you owe me for pushing me out in the middle of the conversation!” He said as he made his way out.

“I’ll give you a kiss at the end of the show, how about that?” You didn’t realize you said those words until the shocked look of Taehyung was pulled away from you and back onto the stage. Did you really just say that?

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts for the next few minutes replaying that moment over and over again you didn’t realize the show was almost over and all that was left was the encore. You watched as they all sang and performed, looking out over the sea of ARMY bombs. The scene was so beautiful and serene, it almost brought tears to your eyes. 

As they said their goodbyes and thank yous, you could tell they were sad about the concert ending but at the same time they were exhausted from it so it was bittersweet. Once the stage went dark, a staff member started escorting you away from the stage doors and back towards the green room area. 

There you waited for the guys and it was mere moments when 6 exhausted men trudged into the room. “You guys did amazing!” You jumped up and down and clapped as they all gave you tired smiles and collapsed onto the couches around the room. You watched as they all sat down and wiped tears from their eyes and drank water, you noticed that Taehyung was missing. When you pointed this out to the other guys they were also perplexed. 

“He was right behind us? Wasn’t he?” Jimin said, looking around for his friend. 

“Y/N, can you go look for him? I don’t think I can move my legs,” Jin sighed from the corner of the room.  

“No problem! He can’t be that far behind right?” You gave a shrug as you went out the doors they came in.

Apparently he was far behind because you walked all the way straight back to the stage and Kim Taehyung was nowhere to be found. You looked into several other passages and asked staff members where he could possibly be, but came up with nada. 

“Tae, where the fuck did you go. . .” You muttered under your breath as you made your way back towards the green room and there the fucker was standing all alone. “What the fuck dude, I’ve been looking everywhere for you?!” 

Taehyung  gives a nervous chuckle, “Sorry I wanted to talk to you in private and this was a dumb elaborate scheme to make that happen.” You watch as he takes a cautious step towards you. “So. . . about what you said before I went back on stage. . .”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you looked away from him. “I-I’m sorry about that, i have no idea where that came from.” You felt him come closer and pick your chin up to look back at him, his dark brown eyes not looking away from yours. “Namjoon said you liked me-!”

You watched a look of shock wave over his face, “Fucker. . “ he grumbled. “Uh, so uh, does that mean you-”

“I like you too,” you cut him off. Could your face get any hotter? Where was the damn A/C when you needed it? 

You watched him as he formed a smirk on his lips before bringing his face closer to yours. “So, does that mean you’ll be okay with this?” With that said, he brought his lips to yours and you stood there shocked for a moment before kissing back. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. You could feel him smile into the kiss, causing your stomach to do flips.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath and he just stared at your with his rectangular smile. “Yes, I’m okay with that.” You laugh airly, he only responded with a good before connecting your lips again. His lips were soft and tasted faintly of strawberry chapstick, one you’ve probably seen him apply on a multitude of times. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d be able to taste it off of the man you’ve been crushing on for a few months now. Yet here you are. He pulls away and start to pepper the rest of your face with kisses, causing laughter to fill the room. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m tired.” He said, pushing some hair from your face. “Wanna head out?”

You licked your lip and watched Taehyug’s face, his lips were kiss swollen and his hair was still sweaty. But the look in his eyes of full and utter adoration caused you to melt underneath his gaze. “Yes please.”

With that, he took you by the hand and led you out of the arena and the stage doors where the other members were waiting. They started cheering for the two of you as you walked to them hand in hand. 

“About time you two got together,” Jungkook sighed. “He was becoming unbearable with talking about you.”

“Ah Jungkookie, I don’t think just because he’s with Y/N doesn’t mean he’s gonna stop talking about them.” Namjoon laughed. 

“If anything, it’ll get worse.” Hoseok chuckled, causing Jungkook to groan.

“By the way Namjoon, I know you let it slip and don’t think because I’m in the honeymoon stage that I’ll let you get away with it.” Taehyung gave Namjoon a quick side eye, causing you to roll your eyes and press a kiss to his cheek.

The rest of the night was filled with drinks and cuddles and more kisses. All the things you wanted to tell him you could finally express. You’d never been more thankful for messing up a dance routine though, because if you didn’t mess up, you wouldn’t be in the arms of the man you love.

[krreader]

diamond maknae | struggles in tow.

pairing: min yoongi x diamond maknae (platonic) fandom: bts warnings: eighth member of bts!reader ; maknae!reader ; depression ; anxiety ; mentions of panic attacks genre: angst ; fluff word count: 1.3k+ other: for other dm content, pls check out my diamond maknae masterlist

summary: sometimes it was easier to see someone struggling when you’ve been in their shoes.. especially when that person is trying to hide it so badly..

a/n: I hope you like it love ♥

You couldn't quite pinpoint the exact moment that it became like this, but maybe it wasn't necessarily just one moment, but a bunch of them that got your mental state to where it was now.

The constant stress weighing you down, working even harder than all of the boys because you always felt like you had to 'make up for something', then, naturally, not being able to see friends or family much because of that, often being on your own and lonely, despite living with your brothers..

..your life might look like it was glorious and amazing and you were sure that a lot of girls would trade your life with theirs in an instant and without thinking twice, but behind the glitz and glam was a darkness that you kept hidden from the world, too afraid that if they saw it, they would judge you for it.

No, you never showed anyone that part of you.

That part, that made you cry in the middle of the night just because you were so damn sad, despite having every reason to be happy. That part that, made you lock yourself in the bathroom, slide down the door and sob for hours, shaking and not being able to breathe properly because of the anxiety that was suffocating you. That part that made you scared to go outside on your own, too afraid of.. well.. everything and everyone.

These days there were more parts you had to hide than you could show.

You thought about talking to someone about it, one of your members maybe, or maybe a friend in the industry, but you didn't want to show any weakness when nobody else was doing so either.

Yes, there could be a chance that most of them were all only pretending as well, but if so, then you didn't want to be the only one who stopped pretending.

You had to be strong.

And well, you thought being strong meant not getting any help. From anyone.

Today was supposed to be a day like any other, except that it was concert day.

Japan, to be exact.

You haven't had a good night's sleep, got up super early to practice some more, and were now having rehearsals for the upcoming show tonight.

Someone was talking, but you couldn't hear it. As your eyes stared at the empty arena, all you could hear was a buzzing noise.

So many people.. yet again, looking at you with nothing but expectations to give them the best show they've ever seen. So much excitement to finally see their idol, their role-model, the perfect (Y/N).

You gulped down hard, started to fidget with your microphone.. something that one member noticed.

Yoongi had been listening carefully to instructions, but you had worried him ever since he saw you this morning.

Your dark circles were worse than ever and he could tell that you've gotten up earlier than the rest to practice some more. And the way your hands were shaking right now, the way you couldn't focus on anything.. he knew these symptoms.. he used to suffer from them and even know, from time to time, found himself falling back into that dark hole that Bangtan once pulled him out of.

While the rest of the boys continued to listen, Yoongi made his way over to you and gently took the microphone out of your hand.

“You've been hiding it well, you know?”

You didn't look up.. didn't answer. Just watched him repair your microphone.. 'repair'. It wasn't even broken, you just needed to keep busy to distract yourself.

“Only someone who's been through what you're going through can tell.. I have known for a while, but I had hoped you might open up to me on your own at some point.. but I don't think you will. Because you're too scared of what will happen if you do.”

Yoongi gently cupped your chin and made you look up at him.

“You've seen my struggles in videos, you've heard them in my lyrics, but I never really told you about them.. maybe it's time you and I have that talk now.”

Your eyes began to water, nodding once, twice and then lowering your head like you were ashamed, but Yoongi wouldn't have any of that.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi waited until the leader was looking at him, “We'll take a short break, okay?”

“Sure.. you guys go ahead.”

He led you backstage into the green room, making sure it was empty, before sitting down on a couch with you.

The room was filled with silence, the occasional laughter and happiness of your members through the microphones could be heard as they were still outside on stage, but nothing else.

It wasn't uncomfortable though, for neither of you.

Because you were both used to the silence.. you were relishing it the rare moments that you got it.

“You know.. throughout my whole life, I thought that depression was just something I had to live with. That there was no cure for it.. because nobody ever talks about mental health in this country. It's something that people simply don't think exists, or they laugh it off as if it's not that bad and tell you that you’ll get over it eventually. But depression, panic attacks.. these things should be talked about and they should be taken seriously,” Yoongi slid a little closer to you and grabbed your hand, “I was so afraid to talk at first. I thought people would laugh at me if I said I was depressed, because why would I have any reason to be, right? The guys figured something was wrong sooner or later. I kept telling them I was fine.. until I wasn't. Until I broke down right in front of them, sobbed my eyes out and couldn't stop.. I couldn't tell them what was wrong, because I cried so much that I couldn't talk anymore and all they could do was watch and hold me. After that day, it was clear that I needed to do something.. that if I continued to keep it to myself, these outbursts would happen more often, maybe on stage and.. well, one time it did.. I'm sure you saw that clip.”

You nodded, not looking at him, though, “Did the guys help you?”

“No.. well, yeah. They were there for me, cheered me up, or at least tried to, but what I really needed and what really helped me was therapy. Someone who had an outside perspective, someone who had the resources and the knowledge to help me. I went there almost three months, every week at least twice and I still go every now and then when I feel like I need to. Talking to someone, reaching out to someone.. getting help from someone.. that is not a weakness, sweetheart,” Yoongi's thumb gently brushed over the back of your hand, “I know that is what you are thinking because, I hate to admit it, but you're too much like me. You're afraid of showing the world the true you, because you're afraid the world is going to hate you for it.”

“You're you, Yoongi,” you looked up, a lonely tear running out of your eye, “But I'm me. If I come clean, people will attack me right away. Some of them are just waiting for me to slip up, so they finally have a reason why I should leave the group and let you guys be on your own again.”

“I'm not saying you should make a social media post saying: 'I'm depressed'. I'm saying stop putting on a smile when you don't feel like it. Why do you think I'm wearing face masks and hats that cover everything? Because sometimes I can't smile, there are just days that suck.. and because we're in a business where people watch our every move, these masks and hats allow us to at least not pretend,” when you were silent for another moment, Yoongi pulled you close against him and kissed the top of your head, “You're not alone, (Y/N). There are so many people with your struggles out there, you are not weird because you have these horrible thoughts. But there are ways to help you.. and I think therapy might be a good start.”

“But the rest of the guys..-”

“Don't have to know,” he interrupted right away, “This'll be our little secret for a while.. until you're ready to share it with them. And if you never are, then that's okay too.”

He gave you hope that day.

Hope, that you didn't always have to live with your struggles. That not being okay was okay. That you weren't weird.

With his help, you were able to end the concert tonight with a smile.

A genuine one.

With Yoongi's hand holding yours, making sure you knew that you’d never walk alone.

Not this path and not any other either.

He’d always be by your side.

[hollyxqx]

chained  //  yoongi  //  02

↪ PAIRING: Min Yoongi/Reader ↪ SUMMARY: Min Yoongi, a demon, has been ordered to protect you as punishment for his crimes; no matter what…and he’s not happy about it. ↪ WORD COUNT: 5k

↪ WARNINGS: general violence | rough sex | dark themes | more filthy demon sex

a/n: i’m sorry this took forever to get published. believe it or not it actually went through three re-writes, which is why i’ve added a third chapter. if you’re a little confused/surprised by this part don’t worry, all will be revealed :D  ALSO, I don’t know if anyone noticed but this story is heavily inspired by the show A Korean Odyessy, which I def recommend! thanks for being so patient and I hope everyone enjoys this part!

ONE | TWO | THREE

The next day when you awoke the first thing you felt was pain.

Not only had Yoongi really pounded you he'd bit your neck also. It seared with pain and you felt stiff as you rolled over. It had felt good at the time but you were suffering now. Your body ached.

You stood, slowly, your muscles screaming at you and started to dress. The words Yoongi spoke about your outfit the night before ringing in your head.  The mirror on your nightstand revealed a freshly healed, painstakingly obvious set of teeth prints on your jugular. Already there was some dark purple, almost black bruises forming. You slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie and made your way to your living room. Yoongi lay on your sofa, an arm slung across his face covering his eyes. You wondered if he was sleeping.

"Y/N." He slowly sat up, wincing a little. Definitely not sleeping, then.

"You're still here." You said, feeling a little awkward seeing as you literally had sex only a few hours ago.

"Something is wrong." You froze a few feet away from the sofa. He turned to look at you and his eyes were back to that fiery hazel colour you recognised.

"What's going on?"

"You're in pain and it's causing me pain." He held in a groan, face screwing up as he spoke. You noted the tattoo around his neck that was peeking out of the collar of his shirt looked as if it was glowing. Did it do that before? You swore it didn't.

"Didn't that happen before?" You asked uncertainly.

"Yes. But now it's tenfold. I can feel...everything."

You walked over to where he sat, keeping yourself a few feet away. For some reason you didn't want to get too close to him but you weren't sure why, something instinctual flaring up within you. "I'm not sure I understand. You're saying it's suddenly worse?"

"Yes." He looked distressed. Upon closer inspection he looked like he was sweating. "I can practically hear your thoughts y/n. That's definitely fucking new."

"You can hear my thoughts?" You repeated, astonished. It felt almost as if he was playing some ridiculous joke on you.

"I phrased that wrong." He shook his head. "Not literally, it's more like an instinct. It always was but it's so intense I can't even really feel what I'm feeling."

"Is this because we...we, uh, had sex?" You really didn't want to discuss this with him after yesterday, intent on just moving on like it never happened but you hadn't expected to see him like this.

"Don't flatter yourself, human." He scoffed. You instantly felt as if you were a few inches tall, ego thoroughly bruised. "It's because I ingested your blood. Human blood doesn't normally do this to me, I think it's - clashing, with the binding spell."

"Will it pass over time? You won't be like this forever right?" You asked curiously.

"I have no idea. This is new."

You thought for a moment about what to do. Yoongi had helped you out so much you only wanted to return the favour. However you knew nothing about his world, the rules that he was bound to or why you were even involved in the first place. So you took a shot. "Would it help if you left? You don't have to stay with me."

"I tried, y/n." He said. The hurt that you felt about him trying to skip out on you was palpable. "My skin burned more intensely with each step I got away from you. Even just you being in my proximity now has made a difference. It's not hurting so much anymore."

"Oh."

You were dumbfounded. None of this made any sense to you. Unconsciously you fiddle with the sleeves of your hoodie. What was going to happen now? What if this was permanent? You had to go to work at some point, it's not as if Yoongi could accompany you. How would you even begin to explain that?

"How is your neck? I can feel you're hurting. I did some damage huh?" His eyes flashed with something dark, intense and stormy. Instantly flashbacks of his body melding with yours burned in your mind's eye.

"It's sore." You admitted, absent-mindedly touching at it.

"I can help." He suggested.

"How?"

"Come here and take that hoodie off." He commanded. You didn't move at first, weary of what exactly his intentions were. Nearly an entire minute passed (which felt like an eternity when no one is doing anything) before Yoongi huffed and bridged the gap himself, yanking at the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it up and over your head.

You were left in your nightshirt from earlier and you were still braless. To say the least, you felt exposed. "What are you doing?" You asked as he tugged the neckline of your shirt to reveal you neck fully. His palm hovered over your injury but did not make contact. After a few moments a warm sensation surged through you, as if someone was pouring warm water on your neck. The feeling took over your entire insides, all the way to your finger tips and toes.

"That should help." He murmured.

Immediately your hand went to your neck. The skin felt tender but the scab of his teeth indentation was gone. You walked over to the small mirror that hung on the wall to see for yourself. The injury was gone, your flesh tickled pink from whatever magic he had used.

"Woah," You breathed. "Freaky. What else can you do?" You muttered, more so to yourself than anything.

"More than you'd be able to comprehend." He smirked meeting your gaze in the mirror.

"Well, either way - thanks." You told him. You turned around and reached for the clothing you'd just removed suddenly feeling vulnerable once more. Yoongi's hand darted out to your wrist ceasing your movements. Confusion washed over your features as gave him a questioning look. "What - "

"This is awful." He muttered. "I have this ridiculous desire to be close to you now."

"Oh, um..." You trailed off, unsure of where to even begin in response to that.

"My brain is just screaming at me to throw you on the couch and take you again, just like I did last night."

The blush that crept up your cheeks was instantaneous at his words. "Won't that make whatever is happening to you now worse?" You ask uncertainly.

"Honestly the urge to have you is kind of clouding my rationale here. I don't care if it does. I'll risk it." He drew you close to his lean body, pressing himself against you. You were almost in a trance as you went, unable to look away. "You smell like me." He hummed. His face was so close you felt his hot breath against your lips.

"Like you?"

"Like mine."

In a flash his lips are on yours and his hands on your waist. The kiss is hungry, perhaps even hungrier than the night before. He walked you backward until your body collided with the wall behind you, rattling a picture frame that hung there. Yoongi hiked up one of your thighs, wrapping it around his hip, pressing his visible hardness into you. Both of you let out audible groans of need.

"You really want to do this here?" You manage to get out inbetween kisses. "You know humans fuck in a bed right?"

He let out a breathless laugh at your joke. "We can do that later too if you want. Right now, I'm having you here."

Yoongi doesn't even wait to completely undress you, opting to shove your shirt up to your collarbones and your pants down. Your hands slid along the hardness of his chest, down his stomach and to the hem of his shirt, hinting at him to remove it. He doesn't think twice about it, tearing the garment off at lightning speed.

Now that he's bare you can see more of the tattoos around his neck. For a moment it distracts you but you're brought hurtling back to reality when he roughly pushed his cock into you, barely giving you any warning. "Fuck," You involuntarily gasped at the sensation. It was bordering on painful, given how hard he'd fucked you just a few hours ago.

"Shit, I didn't mean to hurt you." He stilled inside you as he gripped your legs that were round his waist.

"It didn't hurt." You lied.

"Y/n, I felt it. Don't bullshit me." He reprimanded. You wiggled a little, having now adjusted to his size. His cock twitched impatiently within you. "Better." He murmured, kissing you.

He began to push in and out of you, going at an uncharacteristically slow pace, watching your face carefully for reaction. His mouth was slack and he had that look in his eyes again; the one where he looked at you as if you were his favourite meal and he hadn't eaten in years.

"Feels good," You whisper, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "Keep going."

Yoongi pounded into you harder as you requested. You were crushed between his burning hot skin and the wall, but it wasn't a bad feeling. You felt protected. "Shit, you like this." He growled as his hips slapped against the backs of your thighs. The pleasure you were feeling radiated throughout him as well. "You like it rough huh?"

"I guess." You squeaked, barely able to manage a coherent thought and throwing your head back. It hit the wall with a dull thud. "Fuck - Yoongi." You moaned.

"I can feel how much you're enjoying my dick in you." He chuckled, nosing at your neck. You tensed, concerned he might bite you but as if he could read your mind he said, "Don't worry babe, I'm not going to feed on you. This time."

He pushed harder into you, moving your body higher up the wall. The new angle was glorious and you felt yourself getting very close to coming. The animalistic noises that fell from his mouth only turned you on more, the fact that he was eager to the point of letting go like that for you - for your body - was thrilling.

"I'm gonna cum, Yoongi!" You cried out as you felt yourself squeeze his cock, another intense orgasm courtesy of the demon fucking you. He was relentless, barely in control. You stared at him as he devoured you, noting how his eyes had gone back to that firey shade once more. You don't recall anyone ever having this much desire for you. It was overwhelming.

When he came a few brutal thrusts later he buried his face in your neck, practically growling your name into your skin. It was only when the high started to wear off you became aware of the vice grip he had on your thighs. There would no doubt be bruises there later.

"This feels too good with you." He groaned as he lifted his head up. You expected him to put you down but he surprised you with a gentle kiss to your lips, a stark contrast to what had just transpired. "I don't normally finish that fast." He laughed.

"Sure," You replied sarcastically along with a laugh of your own. "Put me down, I need to shower."

He slowly pulled his cock out of you and set you on the ground, smirking when you stumbled a little. "I can join you if you want."

***

Later that same day (after another two rounds of sex) Yoongi lay awake as you napped peacefully beside him. You were curled on your side with one hand under your head, thin sheet draped over your naked torso. You looked serene. He could feel it in his chest that you were content and as much as it pained him to admit it, that made him pleased.

He wondered what was so special about you. Why were you so unique that the universe had granted you blood that made him crazy? Without even having to test the theory he knew other demon's would want you too. Frankly, he was concerned none of them had ever gotten to you before.

They definitely wouldn't now he was here. He'd make sure of that.

You stirred beside him, unconsciously reaching for him in your sleep. Your hand made contact with his bare chest. He placed his hand atop of yours securing it there, even some amount of skin to skin contact felt good. He had anticipated this new strong connection to weaken over the last few hours but it hadn't. Yoongi was concerned. That was not normal.

As much as he knew he should have never fed on you, the last few hours of pleasure made him realise he would do it all over again if given the chance. He'd never felt that good before. It was intoxicating and he worried he'd never find the willpower to stop. He was supposed to be a protector, not your lover.

Who would have thought that a human would be Min Yoongi's downfall, he ridiculed to himself as he drifted off to sleep. Not him.

***

Eventually you had to leave. You had human responsibilities, Yoongi was more than aware of. Not that it made him any less grumpy at the prospect of the physical pain that would come without you. He had no choice other than to grin and bear it.

For some reason, alcohol helped the pain. Yoongi had found some in your kitchen cupboards. He had known that it worked for humans, so he was pleasantly surprised when it worked for the agony the spell was bringing him. Any relief, however temporary was welcome at this point.

While you were at work his plan was to feed. Having fed on you twice now he didn't want to risk a third time. It was clear to him that it took a lot out of you by the way your energy levels dipped. You seemed lethargic as you readied yourself that morning. Not only would it be unwise to drink from you, it would be downright idiotic.

Unfortunately, he was hungry, which meant venturing out into the world.

His time on Earth thus far he had fed hundreds of times, usually opting for some scumbag human that deserved to die or at least suffer, as if he was some kind of chaotic vigilante. He was very much looking forward to the thrill of a fresh kill as he made his way out onto the streets.

It would be considerably more difficult to attack in the daylight, but he was a seasoned hunter. The ability of super human strength didn't hurt either.

Yoongi staked out one of his 'regular' haunts. A cafe a few miles from your apartment that teetered on the bad side of town. He would people watch for a while until he saw his target. It didn't take long for him to find exactly what he was looking for. It took even less time to drag the unsuspecting victim around the back of some industrial buildings where he could rip their throat out in peace.

He threw the lifeless body of his victim to the ground with little regard when he had finished eating, feeling much more like himself. Spending so much time around you lately had disconnected him slightly from his true sense of self, something he hadn't noticed until now. He dragged the body behind a dumpster. When he had successfully hidden the corpse he turned round to face something he hadn't encountered yet on earth.

Another demon.

"Min Yoongi, as I live and breathe."

He recognised him instantly. The scar's on his face and hands, messy black hair and hooded eyes. Taehyung was rather infamous back in his world. Notoriously reckless, ruthless, with a  don't-give-a-fuck-attitude to boot. Yoongi thought he was an annoying little shit who caused more trouble than he was worth.

The first time their paths had crossed was when Taehyung antagonised a group of much older, much more powerful demons, almost getting himself obliterated in the process. Yoongi had reluctantly saved his life. Yoongi had also regretted it ever since.

"Why are you here on earth?" Yoongi practically growled, using the sleeve of his forearm to swipe at the wet blood staining his lips and chin. He spat some excess onto the floor.

"Checking up on you, brother." Taehying grinned lopsidedly, dark hair flopping in his eyes. His arms folded across his chest and all Yoongi could think about was wiping the smug smile off of his face. No doubt the younger demon was loving the fact that Yoongi had been exiled.

"No need, brother." He sneered, mocking the supposedly friendly term.

"Are you sure? How's that human of yours?" Taehyung's head cocked to one side. "Dead yet?"

"If she was, you would have gotten word already." His eyes narrowed. "What do you really want Taehyung?"

"Maybe I've got a message. Or maybe.... I just wanna mess with you." He laughed.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and made to push past him but not without giving him such a rough shoulder barge that Taehyung stumbled. "Fuck off." He muttered as he walked away.

"You're in trouble, Yoongi!" Taehyung called after him. Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks.

"What the fuck does that mean?" He hissed over his shoulder only partially looking at the other man. His fists balled at his sides.

"You think I can't smell that human stench on you? You've been a naughty boy Min Yoongi."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He lied. Did he really smell like humans? Perhaps it had been the months he's spent on Earth, but the way Taehyung was speaking sounded like insinuated something else.

"Intercourse," Taehyung snickered, putting on a posh voice. "Is not allowed with humans. You know that."

Yoongi was well aware of that. However given his banishment he didn't think the rules of the underworld were applicable to him anymore. How can you be punished for breaking the rules of a world you were no longer part of?

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You're supposed to protect that human." Taehyung began. "It's dangerous for you to be in a relationship with her. You don't know what will happen."

"I'm not in a relationship with her."

"Whatever it is you're doing with her is not right. You're not supposed to be so involved." He stressed. "You fed off her."

"What? How - "

"I can sense it, you're not you. The smell, your eyes, everything. I'm telling you this is dangerous. Stop it and do what you're supposed to be doing."

"Or what?" Yoongi huffed with a mocking laugh. "I'll get exiled, again?"

"I don't know...but I do know, this is going to end badly, brother."

Yoongi stalked off without another word, cursing Taehyung under his breath for the rest of the afternoon.

***

When you returned from work you’d expected Yoongi to be there, but to your slight disappointment he was not. He wasn't your pet, it would be beyond absurd to expect him to hang around for you, no matter how bizarre the nature of your relationship was. This was the first time you'd been apart since everything happened. It's entirely possible the last few days could have been some insane dream.

You considered yourself practical, logical and realistic. Yet everything Yoongi had told you, shown you had you completely doubting your entire belief system. Magic wasn't real - yet you'd seen it (or what you considered it to be). Demons weren't real - yet, again, you'd witnessed it with your own eyes.

The majority of your day you had been unable to focus properly, head spinning with all these revelations. Your work had definitely suffered as a result, thankfully the man you were an assistant to was far too busy to notice anything. You'd have to get a grip soon before did.

You went about your usual post work routine, making dinner, talking to friends and unwinding with some Netflix. The later it got into the evening you quickly realised Yoongi probably wasn't going to be making an appearance. Recalling how he mentioned being away from you caused him pain you hoped he was alright.

Unless he'd somehow found a cure, maybe. Then he didn't need to come back. The thought shouldn't make you feel as empty as it did. Even though he repeatedly referred to himself as the bad guy, he felt like some guardian angel to you and you were thankful for that.

The best you could do for now was to distract yourself and hope he'd show up soon.

*** Several days later you screamed out loud when you'd entered your bedroom to find Yoongi there, sitting on your bed, arms behind his head as he sat against the headboard. There'd been no word, no appearance, nothing, from him at all. Total radio silence.

You were used to these sporadic meetings but it still was jarring. "You scared me!" You exclaimed. Much to your chagrin he just laughed.

"I enjoy the element of surprise." He said with a grin. You remained in the doorway with a frown. "Miss me?"

"No." It was only a half truth. What you felt was a mixture of curiosity and a need to feel wanted again.

"Are you sure about that?" He cocked a brow at you with a smirk. "You forget how in tune I am with your feelings now."

You groaned internally. In all honesty that fact had slipped your mind in the absence of his company. You pondered if that meant that you could never lie about your feelings to him again. The thought made you vulnerable. "Is it...bad? Like the last time you were here?"

"Yes." He answered bluntly. "It doesn't hurt as much when I'm away from you though."

"Oh. Good." You're not exactly sure how to respond to that. All of this was new to you.

"I missed you." He says as he shifted to sit at the edge of the bed, eyes on you the entire time.

"That's a lie."

"Well, kind of." He said slyly. "It's the spell. It keeps bringing me back here."

"Maybe you should have stayed away." You shot with a glare. Being reminded that he's literally forced to be around you when you actually enjoy it of your own free will bites a little.

"I didn't want to."

"But you just said - "

"Come here." It's not a question but a command. You found yourself padding over to him, feeling like a scolded child. He pulls you between his legs, arms securing you in place on your waist. His hands push your shirt up where his lips trail over your stomach. "Want you." He mumbled. You tried your best not to react.

You're reminded with how strong he is when he literally picked you up and placed you on your back against the mattress. Yoongi kneeled over you and attempted to remove your shirt completely but you didn't comply. "Don't fight me." He cooed, squeezing your sides. "I can feel you want it too."

"You don't want to be here."

"Y/N, if I didn't want to be here I wouldn't." He kissed you as his hands traced your body. "It would be hard, but I could really stay away. If I wanted to."

The shirt came off along with his own and you were slightly annoyed at yourself for giving in so easily. "You fucked me and then disappeared Yoongi, it doesn't work like that." You managed to get out as you tried not to get too lost in the sensation of his body on yours.

"There's a lot you don't understand." He murmured, sliding your skirt off. "I had a warning. I stayed away to see if it made a difference. It didn't."

You had no idea what the hell that meant but it was quickly forgotten when your panties came off. It was ridiculous how pliant you were for him. You restraint had lasted all of a few minutes.

"I've never done this before," He chuckled as his face settled between your legs. "I've always wanted to. My kind just...don't."

"What are you - ohhh." He cut you off when his mouth connected to your center. You almost wanted to laugh at the fact that he was an absolute beginner. It seemed such a stark contrast to his snarky, cocky personality how could it not be laughable?

Except the more his wet tongue moved between your lower lips the more pleasurable it felt. You weren't sure if you'd actually be able to cum from it but god, did it feel nice. "It's really useful being able to feel what feels good to you." He flashed you a wicked look as he paused momentarily. "Good?"

"Good." You breathed.

He continued, learning as he went. It only got better the longer he licked and sucked and before long your back was arched, a hand tangled in his hair. He grunted when you tugged a little too hard. "Use your fingers Yoongi, please." You whined.

Moments later two fingers pushed their way into your entrance and you let out a loud. He lifted his head up to watch your reaction as he went. "Tastes fucking great." He said, a tongue swiping out to lick his bottom lip. "I don't know what I like more, this or your blood."

You had no time to give him a response, a breathy gasp fell from you when his lips touched you again. You were wrong before, you were going to cum from this. Yoongi's tongue flicked faster in sync with his fingers and you came hard, unable to even voice it to him. When he pulled away, he was grinning smugly, proud.

It was the first time since you began fucking that he'd actually done something that was solely unselfish, for your pleasure only. Maybe it marked a shift in your dynamic, you didn't know. Whatever it was - you liked it.

*** You fucked until you were sore, letting him feed off of you as much as he wanted as he came inside you. It all became a blur at some point. When you finally couldn't take anymore, he backed away easily, a blooddrunk smile playing on his lips.

"Are you staying or leaving?" You asked, as you laid next to him in your bed, both of you twisted in the now ruined sheets. "I'm not going to beg you this time."

"I'm too fucked to do anything right now. I'm staying. Whether you want it or not." He rolled on his side so you were facing. "I'm sorry you're sore."

"It's worth it." You gave him a half smile. "Can I ask you something?"

Yoongi's eyes were already lidded with sleep, blinking slower and slower. Maybe in this relaxed stated he'd be a little more honest with you. "Ok." He mumbled.

"Why me?"

His eyes blinked open. "Why you what?"

"Why were you assigned, or punished - whatever - to me?" You said quickly. "I'm literally nobody. How could any one of your...people, care about me?"

Yoongi let out a long breath. A hand reached for your waist underneath the sheets and tugged you closer. Your legs were touching. "I don't know. That's the truth. All i was told is that you were important for our future."

"What?" You almost laughed, the idea sounded so absurd. "Me? What do I do? Fly in like superman and save you all?"

"Maybe." He smirked. "Really, I don't know. I wondered myself, too. I was really surprised when I saw you."

"Could be my magic blood." You joked. This time there was no humour on his face.

"It might be. So you better be careful, I know what you're like."

"I'm always careful." Yoongi gave you a pointed look, remembering the time you deliberately put yourself in danger. "Okay, I'm mostly careful."

"Sure." He rolled his eyes.

"You never told me what you did to end up here." You felt brave after the first question and dared to risk another.

"All you need to know is I'm a fucking saint compared to how I was back home." He yawned.

Something touched you about the way he referred to whatever kind of underworld he was from as 'home'. Not once did it ever occur to you that that's how he would view it. To you it seemed so far fetched it couldn't possibly exist. To Yoongi it was home. A home he wasn't ever allowed to return to.

"Why?"

"I don't know what you're asking, human." He was falling asleep again.

"Why were you so bad? You seem pretty good to me." You whispered. His breathing got heavier and heavier as you waited for an answer. Before you knew it, Yoongi was fast asleep.

***

Unlike his surprise visit from Taehyung, Yoongi had some warning about Seokjin's arrival. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and a chill ran down his spine. His eyes shot open. Every sense was on high alert. You were fast asleep and he did his best to get away without waking you. He wanted Seokjin nowhere near you.

Yoongi ended up scrambling down the fire escape after hastily throwing on some clothes. However he never made it far. Seokjin appeared in the parking lot as if from thin air. "Get back here." He called lowly. Yoongi knew better than to disobey. He froze.

"What now?" Yoongi grumbled, meeting the older man's eyes.

"You didn't fucking listen to Taehyung!" Seokjin bellowed, voice like thunder. "Now I've been sent here to make sure you hear the message loud and clear."

"And what message is that?" He quipped before he could stop himself. It only served to enrage Seokjin more.

"Keep your dick and mouth off that human. Don't go anywhere near her. You don't have to watch her anymore. You're relieved of your duties."

Yoongi could only stand there dumbfounded and watch as Seokjin waved a hand, the tattooed spells that bound him to you slowly disappeared as if they never existed in the first place. He was beyond confused. "Am I coming back?"

Seokjin let out a mocking laugh. "You were exiled brother. That means forever."

"Why doesn't she need protected anymore?"

"You don't need to know. You've been ordered." Seokjin backhanded Yoongi so hard across the face that he fell down from the force. "Do as you're told."

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Lu new rules is always worth the wait. I love it when the OC stood up to him. And Jungkook being whatever he’s trying to do is leaving us in suspense. But last the scene is perfect. I can picture that scene as if I was watching a drama. Especially when she say “it’ll be easy getting over you” and turn around VERY slowly. Gosh I just want to cry cause it’s beautifully written. JK probably scare that he’s not good enough for her?JEON JUNGKOOK you get on my nerves but I still love him.

jjiritjjiritgirl said:ohmygod the new chapter for new rules is so good ohmygod like i had to pause a lot when oc was calling jungkook out for being a coward. i wasnt the one going off but DAMN that felt good.

luxinfired said:OH SHIT I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT THE NR UPDATE KXJABGZGQGHS Girl your writing is the best thing in the world! I love OC, she showed us her vulnerable side but then she goes and confronts Jungkook like that! That last scene was amazing, you tell them girl! Also I loved the conversation with Yoongi, I'm glad she was able to empathize with him immediately. I really want Yerin and him to find their own happiness, they deserve it~ Thank you for this wonderful piece of writing 💜

Anonymous said:jungkook a whole ass idiot

Anonymous said:Hi Lu!! U probably ddnt receive my ask from last time as well so Im writing this again! Well I just want to tell you that NR.11 WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND I'M SO SATISFIED WITH IT AND I CRIED! at first I expected OC to just yell at JK for his reaction when she confessed, thn have him tell her his story BUT SHIT SEEM SO DEEP HOLY SHIT! I feel so bad for oc and for the fact that she felt the need to say sorry? Thats kinda fucked up but I believe that's bc she was pretty shocked by his reaction[1–❄️🐰

Anonymous said:Also maybe I'm not the only one hatin' on JK, but damn boi better have a GOOD excuse to why the fuck is he being a pain in the ass, I mean.. I don't wanna judge him for his choices, but thats exactly what I wanna do BYE/ but like im pretty sure that he's been acting like a jerk to 'help OC get rid of her cancerous feelings' cuz I dnt think that he sees HER as a prob-in fact, he actually rly likes her- but he just cnt seem to accept her feelings that's so absurd.. [2—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:Like he was so happy to see her when he was with his team but once he remembered that he was supposed to ignore her he acted like he ddnt want to see her. And I really dnt know which part was he so embarrassed about when she came in calling him out in his own frat; was it bc she exposed his whipped ass in front of his we-dnt-do-feelings™ buddies? Or was it bc of sth else AMMA FUCKING SNAP! [3—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:And I really think that when OC told him that it's gonna be so easy to get over him now that he showed his true colors, like, I really think that it was a slap to his face. Cuz deep down, I dnt think he wants her to get over him and I know that shit will go down from here when the entire frat is mocking OC's speech, JM will know abt it, MJ might hear from him too AND HOPEFULLY SHE CAN KICK THE BULLSHIT OUT OF JK ONCE MORE! gosh Lu thank u so much for this amazing fic💕 u make my days😭[4/4]—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:holy mother of god wOW emphasis on the OW NR11 !!! Lu my god, idk how you've gotten me to love getting stabbed in the heart like this but !!! :,( thank you so much for updating and incorporating toxic masculinity and gaslighting into this chapter, they're such important issues and i just wish OC didn't have to deal with their effects. idk how long you're planning on making NR, all i hope for is that someone will treat OC right by the end *side-eyes JK, whispers "get it together, fool"*

Anonymous said:Thank you so much for yet another amazing chapter of NR!! I love how you write with so much detail about the thoughts of the OC when jk rejects her. For me, it heightens the emotions of the story so much and i love that I can feel what the OC feels - the initial embarrassment, the sadness, the anger. I also loved how the OC confronted JK and didn’t just dismiss her own emotions, acknowledging that they’re just as valid as JKs. Thank!!! You!!! :)

Anonymous said:hi lu! just wanted to day i love nr and that i appreciate the messages that you put in your writing. especially with the latest chapter, i relate so much to what nr yoongi is going through, and seeing that was a wonderful reminder that im not alone in this situation and that when you reach out, people will support you. again, thank you so much for writing and sharing these stories with us and i hope that you yourself have an amazing group of people who support and love you 💚💜

Anonymous said:I feel like waste it on me fits as bg music to the situation JK and OC are in after her confession in NR lol.. but anyways, just finished reading the latest chapter and wow. So many emotions. I'm so glad OC finally confronted JK, i love her fiery personality! Your writing really has me immersed in my own little bubble as I put myself in OC's shoes. Looking forward to the rest when the time comes, i'm curious to find out JK's backstory. Great work, Lu! 💕

Anonymous said:Ahh I just finished the update and its so heart wrenching. The emotions were so raw and realistic. And as hard as it was to read the pain the OC had to go through, I'm excited that either way things are moving in a new direction. She can't keep suppressing her feelings forever. Admitting feelings can be so difficult but afterwards its so freeing knowing that you're not holding anything back and being honest with yourself. I'm looking forward to the growth this will bring all of the characters.

Anonymous said:I just caught up to new rules and wow as someone who experienced a heartbreak that I never want to go through again THAT SHIT HURTED I felt the emotions of the o/c yelling at jungkook out of frustration and anger highkey wish I could’ve confronted the person that I had a relationship with in that manner yk to get it out of the system I think that way the healing is a faster process because you aren’t having an internal dialogue of what you could’ve said etc wow thank you for writing new rules! x

Anonymous said:I love the new NR chapter! It definitely hit home when you described how the OC felt after she got rejected. I love the end in this chapter. I love the OC's confrontation. I wish I could be a woman on a mission like her too. Yoongi's character got me namshooketh btw. I love how you added the lgbtq aspect into this fic. Everything about it is so realistic. And I love the gaslighting part in her confrontation so much! This is such a beautifully written fanfic. 😭❤

bekzzz said:You know what I really appreciate about New Rules. Mijoo and the Readers friendship. I love how they stuck together after everything. I also love how the reader is trying to reclaim her self esteem. I think calling Jungkook out was amazing for her. Also, maybe for him it will help him figure out his own feelings. Love is okay, being romantic is okay. It doesn't diminish masculinity or make someone weak. Thanks for this amazing update! Till next time.

Anonymous said:holy moly, new rules was eventful. i felt so much secondhand embarrassment when she was *rejected* by jk, and really hated nr jk for how he reacted... and then when oc, yerin and mijoo were together, and she felt like she needed to be the strong one. i really fucking felt that. it felt like a punch to the gut. but oc’s comments to jk really got me, and i have so much respect for her, yet pity her at the same time... as well as jk. thank you for the amazing update!! 😘 ly babe

Anonymous said:Dear god my heart was pounding all throughout that chapter lmao. How the heck you gotta get me so involved my body freaks out whenever you update New Rules? For real tho I feel for Yoongi- I know what it's like to have people be ready to ridicule and drop you for something you can't change about yourself, so that got me real good. I do hope that JK and MC are able to work themselves out they are by far one of the most interesting pairings I've read about thus far (praying for a happy ending)

Anonymous said:HOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD! I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS! Girl, you threw me for a loop. JK's reaction was pretty close to what I thought it would be, albeit more hostile which makes me so fucking curious like BABY WHO HURT YOU?!?!?! Yoongi turning Yerin down because he's gay just wow. I had zero inclination until the second he said it and the whole conversation was just gorgeous. And that final stomp into the frat house and speech were just glorious. Thank you my love

Anonymous said:first of all i want to thank you for the new chapter, it was such a surprise since you was so busy these past months so thank you for taking some time to write. now about the new chapter... my heart was beating so fucking fast the whole time, it’s amazing how well you’re able to express the feelings of the characters and make us all (well at least me) fell connected to the story. i’ve said this before, but the most amazing thing about nr (beside the plot & characters) is how relatable it is

Anonymous said:🎃(1) OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO CUTE AND AT SOME POINTS I AM not making any sense so be prepared 😥 💜💜 I hope I don't bore you /// Ok, here we go. ( /// means another scene or change of subject and --- means same scene but next line. Also I'll use the 🎃 emoji for Halloween's sake 😊) Damn that's gonna be so long 😥 oh well. /// Akakakakak first of all, great start! It lights up the heavy mood. And tbh who wouldn't get distracted from a half naked jk. 😏 ///

Anonymous said:🎃(2)Akskfhlskfajfkf I'm smiling. My heart is clenched tho. (I'm reading the kiss scene in the beginning) /// Why do I feel him saying I like you too won't be the way our oc means. My heart is confused. --- Fuck. --- Fuuuck... ///Ok, there's no way he would look at her with disgust. Come on giiirl. Don't fall for the lies our brain tells us. ---Ok, scratch that last. WHAT THE FUCK JEON JUNGKOOK. 😬 ----I wanna hug the oc and tell her that he is afraid and stupid for acting that way.

Anonymous said:🎃(3) That she is more than what she thinks. And like wtf he might be a star athlete and a stund but wtf about not being good enough?! Askfkddskkas. fuuck. //// You are not supposed to be fucking anything. Let it ouuut. They love you and it will help.--- Ok I get the point with it not being about you. (Ahahahahaha I'm on a roller coaster, sawrryyy) ---- Oh yaaaasss, I liiive for angry oc! You go guurl! ---- Well, if he is gay that would explain a lot. --

Anonymous said:🎃(4) ---"Trust me when I say that it would be entirely impossible with me" bruh. He is gay. --- Oh shit, he is gay...... 😶 ---- Now I'm sad. Ahahah and now I wanna hug him too . And I love the oc for being a good friend and I love that he reminds me of one of my closest friends being a tsundere.😢 /// Way to go yoongles, woop woop!! that sonofabiish. 🌚🌚---Wow when yoongi relaxed I realised I was holding my breath. Wtf ahahaha

Anonymous said:🎃(5) /// Aish. I'm getting angry at jk and angry at the oc for taking his bullshit and not being angry ahahah. ----- WHAT THE FUCK JEON KUNGKOOK WHY YOU BEING SO "TOUGH" AND "MANLY" YOU FUCKIN FUCKER 👿 (about him smiling at first and then being fake macho) ----- My eyes grew when you wrote she headed to jk frathouse 👀 --- I'm crossing my fingers for a buttkicking session, sth like mijoo did to the oc. Maybe a power point presentation of why he likes her too. Ahahah ---

Anonymous said:Ooo girl I am FIRED UP. You write so well that I can always fell the emotions OC feels. I was sad and hurt, shocked, and really mad. JK is such an asshole for making OC feel like her feelings weren't valid. He really does need to grow up. Good on OC for realizing that. And I don't know why he's putting up such a front when he's been such a good person thus far but BITCH IT BEST BE A GOOD REASON. So I'm assuming yerin has got the bad ending? Bc she doesn't know about yoongi being gay n shes hurt?

Anonymous said:(1/3🧟‍♂️) New Rules is probably my favorite non-published work that I’ve ever read and I really just want to thank you for being willing to share your writing with us! So, I feel like a lot went down in this chapter. I saw another anon say they thought Jk’s issues stemmed from a previous relationship. The girl probably made him feel like relationships in general are toxic, and as a result he’s completely unwilling to put himself in that kind of vulnerable position again? (1/3)

Anonymous said:(2/3🧟‍♂️) Similar to how the oc is feeling about being rejected, like she was stupid to let herself feel something for him, that’s why I think her barging in and calling him out in front of his friends got to him. (2/3)

Anonymous said:(3/3🧟‍♂️) All in all though, this chapter was really well written (like they all are lol) and I just wanted to take a moment to let you know how much I appreciate all the work you put into your writings bc they’ve really inspired me to educate myself on feminism and just a lot of things in general I’d never thought about before. Thanks again, Lu! I hope you have a wonderful week 💜💜 (3/3)

Anonymous said:wow lu, thank you for the newest nr update! my thoughts on my first reading: jungkook's reaction was shocking for the emotional side of me, not the logical side. I still feel for oc tho. yoongi being gay? didnt expect that & now I feel bad for assuming his sexuality, glad he talked to OC abt it bc it must have been hard to hold that secret. oc calling out jungkook? shes much braver than me, & I agree, jk's actions seem off. will reread & send reactions after, again thank you for writing/sharing!

There is literally nothing i love more than reading your thoughts and reactions!!! i have no idea how my writing will affect others, so to hear this is the most rewarding thing ever. thank you so much my lovely, passionate readers. You mean the world to me!!!

[jinships-ideas]

BTS Run 44 - The Jin Harem

Bless this ep (you’ll see why)

Also, I’m posting real early this time!!!

Let’s Get It~

Check It Out~

Wide-eyed cuties mirroring

Look at how Jk is leaning slightly towards Jin...

Gravitating to his hyung~

Really? Jin? You had to slide your hand all over Jk’s arms?

I mean...I don’t blame you but...

Damn you for flaunting your ability to touch Jk whenever!

He is just being a show-off now

:(

STOP MAKING US JEALOUS 

(Low key don’t know if I want to be Jin or Jk more...)

Taejin leaning in a little close right there

Joon: *grabs Jimin* Get away from my man! How dare you stand so near him! Chim: *Clenches fist* Hands off the goods

Jin looking like a model with that pose

Jk looking like he enjoys model!Jin laying his hand on him

Su-J...why are you sad?

Yoongs: *wipes tears* Bitch, it’s your loss.

Su-J laying his hands on Jin’s glorious back

I bet he wished he placed his hand a little lower...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jin’s lingering hand...

He graces his fingertips along Jk’s arm...

Touchy Jin is touchy

The rise of touchy Yoongs?

It’s rare for him to be touchy...BUT I’M HAPPY HE IS HERE

His arm seems angled so his hand is placed lower...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sneaky Yoongs 

Touchy Jin strikes again~

Jin’s target this time: Tae!

Taejin blessing our screens with their visuals

SU-J YOU LUCKY CHAP!!!

He got to touch the Worldwide Shoulders!!!

Left a visual, right a visual

Legend has it that standing between the TaeJin Visuals cleanses your soul and purifies your skin

THAT’S WHY YOONGS IS SO DAMN FAIR AND PRETTY ALL THE TIME

HE IS ALWAYS BETWEEN THE TWO LEJINDARY VISUALS

Yoongi let his hand fall to the back as Jin thrashes about insisting there was a ‘rabbit’

(There wasn’t)

But Yoongi is a tenacious boy so his hands naturally fall back into place on Jin’s shoulder

Yoongs also lightly smacked Jin for being too enthusiastic about the game

Yoongs: Stop trying to hard. I want to see you in a cute costume

Yoongi... what are you ‘ahh’-ing about?

THERE’S NO RABBIT

Why is he acting like he sees it just because Jin insists there is?

Someone is eager to please their oldest

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(he does belatedly say quietly ‘there’s no rabbit...’)

Yoongs and Jk reaching out for Jin...

Jk goes directly for jin’s hand

Yoongs goes for a tug on his sleeves...

Pretty sure I’ve mentioned I prefer soft tugs

But JK,the man going straight for the hand-holding 

Jinkook and Yoonjin shippers be rejoicing

In the midst of chaos, Jin will be Jin and Jin is a touchy boy

Joon is a happy boy

Hobi reaching for Jin...

FFS HOBI He Isn’t EVEN BESIDE YOU 

2Seok being extra

Ft. Jin’s other hand in a potentially naughty area of Tae

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chim is NOT ok with 2Seok holding hands 

He goes in and separates them, taking over Hobi’s place

Chim: Only I get to touch hyung! Fck off you bright ball

Tae just outright grabbing Jin’s hand and arm

Tae knows how to take the good stuff

Seriously though, it looks like its a Jin harem in this frame...

Hobi: *trying his best to get right next to Jin* Chim: *insisting on keeping Jin away from these punks* Back tf up losers Joon: *trying to shove Chim away because* Damn It HE WAS HOLDING ME FIRST Jk: *just chilling because Jin is still beside him in this whole mess* Yoongi: *also chilling but giving warning to the guy who is being too handsy with Jin* Tae: *the guy who is getting too handsy with Jin*

That’s right. It appears tiny af but that’s Yoongi STILL HOLDING JIN’S SHOULDERS

Yoongs is one persistent alpaca

Or is he a sheep? Sheepish sheep Su-J

Jinkook’s hands almost interlock in the whole mess

In the midst of chaos, Jinkook still gives us content

notice how Jin’s Jean Jacket (the alliteration) is lifted?

Tae’s hand went under Jin’s jacket in all the excitement and lifted it up

Tae had his hand near/on Jin’s waist and lifted that jacket up

Yoongs placing his hand/hoof on Jin’s back in the whole mess

Bless the chaos 

(I mean... it makes it hard to screenshot but all the content though)

Ok you don’t see it directly but Jin definitely fell back into Yoong’s body

Yoongi probably tugged Jin a little too hard accidentally to make Jin fall back

Or was it intentional? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Also, Jin’s hand is right under Jk’s armpit and Jk has his arm on Jin’s back...

Yoonjinkook, bless you

Ft. Cutie Tae right in front + RJ representing us Jinshippers

Jean (LOLOLOL) amidst another chaos grazes his fingers against Tae’s hand

Jin’s other hand just rests on Tae’s arm/wrist area...

Touchy Jin having a field day

Chaos: Happens, Yoongs: still has hand on Jin’s shoulder

Ok Yoongs. Glad to see you know how to hold onto things that matter to you in the whole mess

Even as the group moves back Yoongs still does NOT let go...

Fine Yoongi, you win the most-persistent-on-jin’s-shoulders’ award

Tae has also yet to let go of his grip on Jin’s wrist

HNNNG I love a good wrist grab

Tae lightly nudging Jin’s arm as he fights for the chance to answer the question

Yoongs: Really? In front of my cute face?

Yoongi shoving Tae off the frame is so fcking funny

Yoongs:  Move bitch, get out the way

Throughout the entire scuffle Yoongs still firmly place his hand on Jin

Priorities ON POINT

While being shoved, Jin’s hand find their way near Joon’s waist

Jin keeps his firm hold on Su-J’s fur too~

Tae pushing Jin with a smile on his face

Happy Tae is the only Tae we need in life

Sexy Tae too

Happy Taejin~

Ft. Partial Anindae!Jin

Jin always got to nudge someone 

ALWAYS

And it usually happens to be Jk

Jk isn’t complaining, neither are we

Yoongs:  내가 웃는게 웃는게 아니야 (I’m not really laughing)

(I noticed they used this line in a previous episode but I def used it before them so don’t go around saying I copied the Run eps k?)

Egyptian Jin?

Jin leveling up his touchiness. 2 men at once 

Yoonjinkook shippers? Are y’all alive?

Yoongi looks like he is exclaiming how he succeeded in locking arms with Jin...

Bangtan: *FOND FOR JIN*

Look at all their smiles!!!

I love this fam

JINNNNNNNNNNNN

OMG YOONJIN SHIPPERS STAY WITH ME

WTF? 

?!?!?!??!!??

Badly complied Mirror Jinmin!

Cuties sticking together~

Bless our hearts

Bless our eyes

Jk never lets a chance to touch Jin slip by him

NVR

Ft. side glancing Yoongs + Nervous Tae

Jin and Jk manhandling Su-J’s head...

That’s animal cruelty you little shits!

Yoongi only laughs in embarrassment XD

Jin reaching out to Jimin~

mid-process, his fingers collided with Yoongs’~

Yoonjinmin~

*Ugly sobs*

Yoonjin is so touchy this episode

Bless Run Ep 44

Yoongi even softly tells Jin to ‘be faster’ and cheers him on?

I love soft Yoonjin

Yoongi... LET IT GO, LET IT GO

WE GET IT.

YOU LIKE JIN’S SHOULDERS.

TOUCH SOMETHING ELSE OF HIS PLEASE

Someone does NOT listen...

Su-J being touchy af

Taejin being visual mirrors~ looking charming while pondering

Aww Yoongs pouting :(

Why so sad bub?

Is it because you are not in the position to touch Jin?

It’s ok, he’s touching you!

Awww his pouty lips+ his dejected hands...

This frame looks like Jin is holding Su-J to comfort the pouty bub :’)

(he isn’t tho)

But Jin kept walking into Yoongs while going back while his eyes looked front~

Tiny Jin being an armrest for Yoongs~

Jin kept hovering behind Yoongs throughout Hobi’s turn

SWEATERPAWS!JIN

Aren’t you two sticking a little too closely?

Yoongi just kept repeating whatever Jin said

Parrot Yoongs~

2Seok denim mirrors~

They were also chatting on the side

JinJjaYeo?! (really?!)

I like how Jin’s name works in this non-pun

Bangtan: *amazed by AmaJin*

Hobi eyeing tf out of that cup 

Hobi: Need. Cup. Jin’s. Lips. Kiss. Indirect Tae: Really? In front of my Jeju water?

Chim: *successfully gets the cup Jin just drank from* Jin: *trying to reach for the second cup* Joon: No without me putting my lips all over this damn cup first mister!

(Hobi DOES get to drink from the cup Jin drank from eventually!)

I don’t care how the game goes

Jimin is the TRUE WINNER

Indirect Chu from Jin+ Jinhug

Chim WINS

Hobi smirking(?) as he has the entire world under his hands

2seok be blessing us

Yoongi quietly reaching out for Jin’s hand

Jin naturally holds Yoongs’ hand too...

*Heart clench*

Soft Yoonjin Warm Yoonjin Little balls of fur 

Ft. Hobi who still holds the world under his hands

Anindae!Jin!

Yoongi back to being touchy with Jin...

So Yoongs ONLY gets touchy af with Jin huh?

Tae: These flirty pricks Hobi: Bitch move, I want the food, not any of your couple bullshit Jk: What wrong have I done in life to have to endure through this? Joon: How dare you chew and display your pouty lips as though some random ass guy is NOT touching you? Chim: See this? It’s a red card. I’m banning you two from being cringey fcks in front of me Yoongs: Listen up you punks. If you don’t want to suffer through worse, STFU. Jin: *chews and complains about how he doesn’t even like sandwiches* 

Jin opening the bottle of water for thirsty Yoongs

Why does 2Seok look like they just got a new puppy sheep alpaca and are feeding it for the first time?

Ft. hovering uncle Jk

Hobi laughing at Jin’s ment on how Yoongs looks like rice and is eating rice

:’)

Find someone as supportive as Hobi in your life

Firstly, 2SEOK!!!

FCK why are they coming after my heart like this?

Secondly, Jin reaching for the spoon hoping to feed Yoongs once

T^T

(he doesn’t get to but you can see him scooping tons of rice wanting to force feed and tease Su-J)

And then Taejin just casually gets super up close and personal 

Srsly, when I first watched this episode I was low key disappointed at the lack of Jinship moments

Once again, this potato gets proven wrong!

Namjin: That couple that will argue about something stupid and insist they aren’t arguing and suddenly they are back to being gross domestic shits

Magical Boy acquires a new power: Teleportation

Jin: *teases Joon* Chim: *laughs a tad bit excessively* Hobi: What a bootlicker. You think you can win the favour of hyung just by laughing at wha the says? Tae: I don’t understand... Didn’t you do that just a few moments ago? Jk: I’m so done with these dumbfcks Joon: Can someone untie me already? Yoongs: Only if you promise to stop trying to flirt with hyung with your flowery language Chim: I’ll gladly lick Jin hyung’s boots Bangtan: What?

Ahhh Yoonjin back at it again

More like, Yoongi back at it again with his touchiness

Escalate it a little to liven things up Su-J

He kept touching and patting Jin the whole time

:’)

I’m complaining but I’m also not complaining

Chim nudging Jin on the arm~

Jk: Yikes, they are being nasty fuc- flirts again

Joon: Enjoy while you can little shit, let’s see you try to take a bath when all your clothes mysteriously gets put above our fridge

Hobi: This hoe ain’t loyal

Yoongs:  I'm like bitch, who is your mans?

Tae: My fists of fury are about to fly right into your punkass face

Hi everyone. Today we will learn about ulterior motives.

This right here is NamJoon. 

NamJoon encouraged Jin to take on the bet.

Reason? He has an ulterior motive.

Jin’s punishment for losing the bet is to prepare meals for the Mountain team (Tae+Joon) 

Joon eggs (*badum tss*) Jin on into accepting the bet because even if Jin wins, he won’t lose out but if Jin loses, he gets to taste a meal prepared by Jin

This here is his sly face as he tricks Jin into accepting a bet.

This concludes today’s lesson on Ulterior motives.

(Ok but I didn’t understand why Jimin was so enthusiastic about it? Like what do you gain? I wish he would think a little more for himself and made Jin cook for him tooXD)

LMAO his fake ass tone and smile contradicting how he feels happy that Chim will def win easily

Joon, your motives are so obvious XD

Namjin being that couple that likes to disagree on shit all the time

Poor Jinnie grabbing onto Tae’s pant leg as he screams

(I wanted to write ‘fist’ but that sounded waaay too naughty)

ok but like the whole team (production team too) was against Jin on this.

He stood NO CHANCE. 

THey fcking hinted Chim when he first gave the wrong answer...

FAKE NEWS. This is a conspiracy!

I’ve realised my mistake. Jin mistook Chim about giving the wrong answer but Chim was right since the beginning!

The face of a good-looking man regretting his choices

Tae&Chim&Joon: WOOHOO Hobi: Can’t believe those 3 fools played hyung Jin: I’ve been played Jk: Punches are about to be thrown at 3 players. There is only 1 true player. That’s right. It’s me. INTERNATIONAL PLAYBOY Yoongs: Save me from this

Jk consoling Jinnie~

What a sweet boy

Joon: *basking in the joy of being able to taste Jin’s cooking* Chim: Wait... I just realised I don’t actually win anything? HOLD TF UP

I take back what I said about how Chim wins no matter the game. 

Joon and Tae wins.

Twinning Jinkook being sweet bubs with the younger one patting the older one’s back

Their outfit sorta parallel? Black vs White shoes, Blue denim outerwear Black Jeans vs Black outerwear Blue denim jeans

Got cheated but still sincere and hardworking Chef!Jin cooking for Tae and Joon~

Feel his love you two!

Jin probably ate a spoonful of salt to make sure it wasn’t Sugar

Or did he do it because he was salty

Hate me all you want I’ll still continue punning ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is so domestic?

EVERY DOMESTIc TAEJIN FIC EVER

Jinnie going the extra mile to make it nicer for Tae and Joon

Joon expresses his gratefulness and how touched he felt

Bonus: Joon’s fakeass laugh when Jin requested it to make up for him waking up early to cook for them

This, ladies and gentlemen, is 2 happy boys blissfully eating food cooked with love and affection by their very own Jin-hyung!

That’s it for this episode!

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next time~

[joonbird]

Wildest Moments | 7 (FINAL)

➭ “Min Yoongi is forbidden territory. And although you both know better, the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.”

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: light smut, angst

wordcount: 10k

part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

For as long as you could remember, you had always looked at significant moments in your life as different splashes of colour.

There was the time after high school when you had watched your friends find jobs and flourish. You had been so uncertain of everything, of what you wanted, of who you were, stagnant and lost while everyone around you seemed to grow. That time was a dark, intense indigo blue.

There was the time that you, Jimin and Jungkook had gone for a spontaneous daytrip to the beach, only for it to pourdown with rain the entire time. Instead of letting that get in the way of your plans, you had run around on the sand, soaking wet and shivering, but so free and so happy that it felt like you were going to split apart at the seams. That was a bright, glorious buttercup yellow.

There was the day you had stood up to a boss who made a point in belittling you and your other coworkers, and even though your hands were shaking, you were filled with conviction and pride. That was a vibrant olive green.

And then there was Min Yoongi.

He was every colour on the colour wheel, all at once. He was peachy pink when you lay on his cotton bedsheets and exchanged slow, lazy kisses. He was the intense crimson of biting conversations and back and forth bickering that always ended in the slamming of lips against lips. He was the slick glossy black of hands grabbing at thighs and necks, touches drenched in a dark, insatiable hunger. He was all of that, he had been all of that, but lately all of that colour was starting to fade out into grey.

The grey was starting to blot over everything else. It was beginning to seep into the peachy pinks and the burnt crimsons. A smudged, uncertain grey that stretched out so far you didn’t even know where it began anymore.

“What are you thinking?” Yoongi’s voice, raspy with drowsiness, pulled you out of your thoughts. You focused your attention on him and felt a tug in your chest as you looked at him. 

You and Yoongi were tangle of limbs, your cheeks flushed and your skin still humming from the aftermath of a stolen afternoon together. Yoongi’s fingers will still skimming over your upper thighs, tracing lyrics into your skin. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. 

He hadn’t even been looking at you, but you knew he had sensed it in the air. The god damn grey. You gazed at him and inhaled, feeling that familiar mix of guilt and longing stirring in your belly.

“I…” You began, but your voice died off. You told yourself it was because you didn’t have the words, that you couldn’t define the feelings inside of your chest.

You knew though deep down that it wasn’t that you didn’t know the words, it was because you were afraid of saying them.

Yoongi turned his face to you and his eyes met yours. He searched your face for a long moment and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. He looked like he was about to speak, but instead he turned his head and stared at the ceiling again. This time, he was biting his lip, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.

You recognized that face all too well.

“Yoongi… what are we doing?” You whispered. He stayed still, watching the shadows dance on the ceiling. He sighed.

“I don’t know.”

It was yet another non-answer, you had lost count of how many you had heard in the last few weeks. It did nothing to soothe at the feeling in your chest, and the grey seemed to grow thicker around you.

“We’ll stop tomorrow,” Yoongi said decisively, his eyes still locked upwards. You nodded, even though you knew he was lying. 

“We will.” You agreed aloud, because this was a pattern, a silent system that you and Yoongi had formed. Saying the words and going through the motions, but knowing full well that what you uttered meant nothing. 

You would continue, your bodies pressed together, seeking forbidden kisses and desperate touches. And then you would lie side by side like this afterwards.

It was a pattern, one you could break and one you should break. But each time, something stopped you. This is only temporary, you told yourself, rattling off a thought from your inner laundry list of self assurances. 

His legs were entangled with yours and his fingers were still drumming into your skin and it felt so right that the heaviness in your chest felt like it didn’t belong. But of course, that heaviness didn’t go anywhere.

How could being with Yoongi feel so wrong, yet feel so right, all at the same time?

A few days later and once again you found yourself thoroughly wrapped up in Yoongi’s arms, and mouth, and hands. 

You had no idea how you had gotten here, wrapped so tightly around a whisper from his lips and fingers locking around yours. Yoongi’s touch was the most effective distraction from the loud guilty thoughts that hammered in your head throughout the day, and you eagerly welcomed the distraction.

You had invited Yoongi to come over while Jimin was at work, and the moment he had entered your place you were kissing hard and fast against the hallway wall. Yoongi was like a wave breaking over sand, he came crashing down on top of you. Rather- his kisses did, they were intense and aggressive and they swallowed you in a Yoongi-tinged haze. 

His hands pulled at your waist, each kiss a pursuit, and your entire body throbbed with him. You let out a soft groan into his mouth and responded by pinning you harder against the wall.

You weakened under the weight of him. It was too easy to lose yourself in how good it felt. Yoongi’s hands confidently steered your hips and pressed your body even closer against his, each touch intense and full of want. 

It was all too easy to be completely absorbed in the way his mouth nipped into the soft spots on your neck, his teeth grazing against your pulse point and eliciting a hushed moan from your lips. It was impossible to not feel utterly etrnanced by it: him keening his body into yours, tilting his hard cock against you and making you shudder out his name with desperation, like a prayer.

You grazed your fingers along the length of his cock and watched in satisfaction as he swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut. This was addictive, seeing him react to your touch and seeing what you felt written all over his face. Addictive, and impossible to break away from.

You were doing it again and you knew you were doing it again- bargaining with yourself like you were making a deal with the devil in order to have Yoongi one more time, to kiss him one more time. 

You reached forward and grabbed the front of his shirt, tugging him back into your proximity. You could feel the heat off his skin and it felt like Yoongi was reading your mind. He pressed his lips to the base of your throat and to your collarbones then back up to your lips, kissing every stretch of skin possible. It felt like you were burning from the inside out, because you wanted him and all of him more than ever.

So it was only faintly in the back of your mind that there was another sound - a sound that wasn’t Yoongi’s sharp breaths and his hums of want in your ear. A very different sound. It was a key turning in a lock and it didn’t quite register to you what that meant until the door opened.

You sprung back from Yoongi but it was too late. Jimin was standing there, a look of shock on his face. His eyes trailed from you to Yoongi, eyes flushed and hands all over each other, and his mouth formed a small ‘o’. You stood there like a deer in headlights, until Jimin finally reacted, clearing his throat and muttering “sorry, fuck” and practically sprinting to his room.

“Oh my God,” You whispered, tugging your skirt down and pushing yourself off of Yoongi. A sinking, awful panic was starting to lock itself around you. “Oh my fucking God,” You repeated, your voice pitching upwards. “Fuck!”

“Y/N, it’ll be okay, he didn’t see much.” Yoongi spoke up, and you glanced at him and felt it, the grey. It was guilt, immense and overwhelming and you shook your head. You felt shaky and sick, guilt and worry starting to pulse in your veins and you shook your head again, harder.

Your affair with Yoongi had been so sneaky and so hidden that it hadn’t felt real. It was easy to pretend that everything was okay when it was in a separate compartment of your life, one you could open and close when you wanted to. But this? Your best friend opening it, all the contents spilling out? It wasn’t okay.

“Just… just go, okay? I’ve gotta talk to him. I’ll call you later.” 

Your eyes met Yoongi’s and you suddenly felt like you were about to cry. Yoongi just stared at you, an uncertain expression in his eyes. You marched over to the front door and pulled it open, feeling shaky and breathless. “I’ll call you.” You repeated, and Yoongi just gave you a long stare before he nodded. 

“Okay.” He looked shaken too you realized, but you didn’t have time to dwell on why before you nodded and closed the door behind him.

Oh God. It was Jimin, Jimin who was the sweetest person you knew, the only guy in existence probably who followed every single rule to a meticulous degree. He was the person who never brought food into the library, who paid his bills early, who actually read the terms and conditions before clicking I Agree. Out of everyone in your life, the last person you wanted to find out about this was Jimin. 

You made your way to Jimin’s room and knocked carefully on the door.

“Come in.”

You let yourself into his room, Jimin was sitting on his bed. He glanced up as you walked in and you bit your lip.

“Hi,” You said in a small voice. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Jimin met your gaze and the knot of guilt in your stomach expanded. Jimin didn’t look disappointed, or angry. Instead, he just looked worried.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked instead, and you blinked, surprised by his question.

“You’re not… mad?” 

Jimin just shook his head. “No, I’m not mad,” He said slowly. “It’s not my place to judge you. I’m just… I’m worried about you.”

Of all the words you had expected Jimin to say- ‘how could you do this’, ‘what are you doing’, ‘what about his girlfriend’, you hadn’t expected this.

“You’re worried about me?” You repeated uncertainly, and Jimin nodded.

“You care about him, right?” He said seriously. “I know you, and I know you wouldn’t get in this deep if it wasn’t serious.”  

You blinked at his words, at how hard they hit home – that you were in it deep, you were so deep that your feet no longer grazed the bottom and you were basically fighting for air. You nodded.

“I… I care about him,” You said, and the guilt was rising in your stomach, it felt like it was in your lungs as you saw the look in Jimin’s eyes. He was worried about you getting hurt, and it was hitting you in the face hard, that you were on the brink of getting hurt, of getting your heart broken. 

“He’s breaking up with her, right?” Jimin asked, and you hesitated.

“He… he’s going to…”

The long silence that stretched out between the two of you said everything. You knew it was beyond stupid: waiting for him to end things with his girlfriend, while with each passing moment you were falling deeper and deeper.

Jimin just sighed. “Y/N.” He said quietly. “What if this was me?”

You blinked. “I… what do you mean?”

Jimin shrugged, looking down at his hands. “What if this were me, Y/N? What if I had a girlfriend and she was cheating on me?”

You stared at your best friend and you swallowed. “I…” Your voice trembled. “I would be so angry.” You whispered, and you felt your eyes prick with tears. You knew, of course you knew. What you were doing with Yoongi was wrong and so out of character that you hated yourself for doing it. You hated doing it to Yoongi’s girlfriend, to yourself, knowing how much you were going to hurt if things didn’t end like how you wanted them to.

Tears were swelling in your eyes and they were starting to spill down your cheeks. This was it, you realized, the breaking point. It had been a crescendo until this moment, and Jimin pulled you into his arms and you started to cry.

You cried silently, your shoulders shaking, because it hurt. It hurt knowing that you weren’t Yoongi’s first choice, that he had chosen his job, her, over you. It hurt knowing that you had become someone and done things that weren’t who you were. And it hurt knowing that you had spent such a long time denying the grey, that you hadn’t noticed how far deep you were swimming in it.

Yoongi picked up on the second ring. 

He had called you four times, but you hadn’t answered. After your mini breakdown in Jimin’s room, you had curled into bed and cried even more, until it felt your entire body was dry and sore, depleted of tears.

“Y/N,” Yoongi breathed, and you heard him rustling around on the other end of the phone. “I’ve been trying to call you.”

Hearing his voice had you weakening, but you forced yourself against doing what you had done best the last few weeks, and you said the words instead of stopping them.

“It’s over, Yoongi.”

The rustling stopped, and you heard silence. 

“I’m done, okay? I’m done with this, with sneaking around and with feeling bad about myself and about this all day, every day…”

“Y/N, I know, God, I feel terrible too, I feel awful. And that’s why I’ve been trying to call you, because I had to tell you that I did it, I fucking did it, I went to Lily’s house and I broke up with her. And God, I know that it means I’m probably going to lose my job but I don’t care, because what you said was right, I’m done with it too, with sneaking around. I’m-”

“I didn’t mean I’m done with sneaking around.” You interrupted, feeling your voice shake because you hadn’t expected him to actually go ahead and do it, end things with her. “I meant I’m done with us.”

Silence again.

“What?”

Yoongi sounded genuinely confused, and you realized you were blinking back tears. You had thought it was impossible to cry any more than you already had, but you were wrong, clearly.

“I’m done, Yoongi,” You whispered. “I’m just… God. Do you have any idea how tired I am? How I feel? I’m just…” Your voice trailed off. “I’m so done.”

You heard Yoongi breathe in, and then he was talking, his words rushed and his voice high pitched and it was so different from what you were used to: Yoongi’s self-assured, gravelly tone, that it took you by surprise.

“Y/N, I know, I fucked up, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry but it’s over between me and her, and I just want you okay, I just want-”

“Yoongi,” You interrupted, and you felt tears start to fill your eyes and fall down your face. Your vision blurred and you could taste the tears trickling down your cheeks, salty and painful, and you swallowed. “I’m done.”

You hung up the phone because your chest was so tight that you were certain if you kept trying to speak to Yoongi, you wouldn’t be able to physically speak. You were still crying, your ribs hurt and your lower back hurt and everything hurt, but still, it felt like a crushing relief had been lifted from you. 

It was over, it was finally over, and it was messy and ragged and painful but it was cathartic at the same time. It was over.

“… I think I’m in love.” Jungkook said absently. 

He and Jimin were in the middle of a heated Overwatch game, and Jimin let out a banshee-like scream, allowing his character to get obliterated in the process. Jungkook grinned at his victory, but Jimin didn’t care, hitting pause on the game and ignoring Jungkook’s protests.

“You’re in love?” Jimin repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. “Is this that girl from the florist, because you’ve known her for less than a week…”

Jungkook just shrugged. “Love knows no boundaries and cannot be defined by time, Jimin.” He said wisely, and Jimin just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever asshole, all I’m saying is that there’s no possible way you can fall in love that quickly.”

Jungkook just shrugged sagely. “Love works in mysterious ways, Jimin.”

Jimin just rolled his eys. “Nope. Just, nope.”

“Let’s ask Y/N,” Jungkook argued, and you glanced up from where you had been doing Buzzfeed quizzes on the couch opposite, halfheartedly listening in to the conversation. “Can you fall in love in less than a week?”

Both men were staring at you expectantly and you shrugged. “I don’t know.”

That did nothing to satisfy either Jungkook or Jimin, who continued to argue loudly. You rolled your eyes, missing the days when they went clubbing on Friday nights and you had the place to yourself. The good old days of peace and quiet as opposed to this, them bickering like an old married couple. You were abotu to raise your voice and tell them to shut up, when your phone rang.

The sound momentarily silenced the guys, who watched as you glanced at the caller ID screen and pressed Decline, ignoring the feeling in your chest every time that string of numbers flashed up on your screen.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Jungkook asked blithely, and you shrugged.

“Nope. No need.”

They were staring at you, until Jimin finally cleared his throat.

“Was that… Yoongi?”

You suppressed that feeling in your chest at hearing his name and you just shrugged.

“He’s still calling you?” Jimin asked, surprised. “It’s been like, two weeks.”

You kept your eyes focused on your laptop screen, pretending to be thoroughly absorbed in ‘What Fruit Are You and your BFF?’ and not in the conversation you were having. Or who you were having said conversation about.

“How often does he call you?” Jimin asked curiously, and you bit your lip.

“Every day.” 

“And you ignore his calls every time?”

You just shrugged again.

The guys fell silent at this new piece of information. “I can’t believe he’s still calling every day,” Jimin commented softly.

“I would call the girl I’m in love with every day if I could.” Jungkook commented, and you heard him make a noise of complaint as Jimin whacked him.

“Dude, don’t be so insensitive,” Jimin hissed, as if you weren’t there in hearing distance. 

“What?” Jungkook whispered back. “It’s true. Love is love, man.”

Jungkook and Jimin continued to bicker, but you weren’t listening. You were staring at your phone, seeing a notifaction for a new voicemail pop up on your phone screen. You wondered what it said, you listened to each of them several times over- him each time, telling you that he was sorry. 

You pressed delete on the voicemail, and pushed down that thought, ‘love is love’, because you were sure of the fact that Yoongi didn’t love you. He never had.

You were on your way home after a long day of work, climbing up the stairs in your apartment building, when you froze in place.

There, standing by your apartment door, was Yoongi. He was sitting on the ground cross-legged. His frame was smaller than you remembered, and he was holding an iced Americano in one hand. He was sipping lethargically from it, and for a moment you wondered if you had conjured him up in your mind. Maybe this was a sign that you really were thinking about him too much.

As if he was reading your mind, he glanced up, his eyes meeting yours. It really was him. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and his hair a mess, and he immediately put down his coffee and scrambled up, his lips parted in a small ‘o’.

It was him. It was strange, looking at him after nearly three weeks apart. He looked different- exhausted and sad, but it was him nonetheless. You felt your heart squeeze at the sight of him standing there, staring at you like he also couldn’t quite believe that you were there opposite him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked tersely, folding your arms. 

“I’ve been trying to call you, I’ve been leaving you voicemails-” Yoongi began.

“What do you want?

Yoongi swallowed, and he stared at you for a long moment. Too long, and you wondered if he was even going to speak.

“If you-”

“I-”

You both spoke at the same time, falling silent when your voices clashed. He cleared his voice. 

“I…” He began again, his voice crackling slightly. “I’m sorry.”

The two words lingered in the air and even though you knew they were coming, you felt your chest squeeze painfully.

“I am so sorry.” Yoongi repeated. 

“Sorry for what?” You asked, your voice stronger and harder than what you felt. “Sorry that it’s over?”

Yoongi stared at you.

“No.” He said in a serious voice. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. For what I did to Lily. For not being the guy that you deserve. I was scared, Y/N. I was so scared, of losing my job, of not being comfortable… I was scared of how I felt about you.”

You felt your voice catch in your throat at his words.

“It was just sex between us. You don’t need to come here and say all this.” Your voice shook despite your attempts to keep it steady, and Yoongi stared.

“It was never just sex, Y/N.”

You let out a shaky breath.

“I know I don’t deserve it.” He continued, “I don’t deserve you. But I just… I feel like I have to try. I have to try, because-”

“Yoongi, I don’t…”

“Because I miss you.”

You stared at him and felt you resolve weaken. Maybe it was time, loosening the anger that had been locked over you like a vice the last few weeks. Maybe it was the way he was staring at you, his eyes glassy with tears, his bottom lip quivering in frustration. 

Whatever it was, you wanted nothing more than to close the distance between the two of you and kiss him. You could still remember what it felt like to kiss him – the way his dark eyes narrowed in the seconds before his lips met yours, the way he liked to chuckle into your mouth as you caught his lips in your teeth.

You had a faint recollection of what he tasted like, what he smelled like when his hands were entangled in your hair and you were planting a trail of kisses down his neck. Those older memories were getting messed up with the new memories. Yoongi’s face staring at you right before you had pushed him out the door when Jimin had walked in, splicing with how his face looked now – his silent, hopeful stare. 

You missed him too. 

“Yoongi,” You began. “I… don’t know.”

Yoongi nodded. “I know. I promise Y/N, I’m in this, 100%. I’m not going to fuck this up again.”

You so badly wanted to believe him, but you didn’t. And you shook your head, feeling your heart beat hard and fast in your chest.

“I can’t be with you Yoongi. There’s too… too much.” You looked down, away from him. 

“Okay,” You heard him say hoarsely, and you looked up into his face and into the eyes you loved so much. “That’s okay. I can accept that. I just… I miss you, okay? I want you in my life. We can be friends, I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

“Friends?” You repeated. That was something you had never expected to come from Yoongi. Friendship. Yoongi nodded, biting his lip, and you had never seen him like this before. He was nervous, hanging onto your words. 

“Okay.” You said softly.

Relief poured over his face, before he nodded. “Okay.” He said agreeably, reaching behind to scratch the back of his neck. “So uh, I’ll call you? Or you call me. Whatever you want, okay? Just um… let me know.” He nodded, and you nodded. 

You were both nodding at each other because there was nothing else to say, and it was so bizarre that you felt like smiling. You didn’t, but Yoongi did, smiling at you. His eyes lingered just for a second before he nodded yet again. “I’ll… I’ll get going. But… I’ll talk to you soon?”

You nodded, and a tiny smile flickered across his face before he nodded yet again and turned, walking down the stairs.

You stood there, waiting for him to leave. When he was gone, you smiled. You smiled, over Min Yoongi, out in the hallway for a good five minutes, before you let yourself into your place.

It turned out that being friends with Yoongi was harder than expected.

Sure, you had expected it to be difficult, but it was well beyond ‘difficult’. It was almost impossible.

The first time you hung out with Yoongi, you asked him to come over and watch movies at your place. In retrospect, it had been an idiotic idea in the first place- you and Yoongi sitting on your couch alone in the darkness.

It had been awkward, the two of you dancing around each other uncertainly. The entire night was filled with heavy awkward pauses and stilted conversation. You hadn’t been able to pay attention to the film, instead, your mind was screaming with an inner monologue centred around him. 

Every cell of your body wanted to rip yourself off of your end of the couch and swing a leg around Yoongi, feel his palms on your thighs and his finger tilting your chin up into a kiss. 

But you stayed rooted in place, your body stiff. The two of you sat in complete silence and stared at the screen, barely reacting to whatever was happening in the film. It was supposed to be a comedy but neither of your laughed.

It was painful. You wanted him, but you resisted. When the film was done, Yoongi was the first to stand up. He wiped his palms on his jeans and smiled at you, but you didn’t miss the look on his face before he cleared his throat.

“Good movie,” He attempted to inject his voice with positivity, and in any other situation you might’ve laughed because it wasn’t like either of you were watching the movie. “I should be going.” He nodded and you nodded back, the two of you standing still and staring at one another. 

And you, stupid you, had gone for a hug. Because that was what friends did. They hugged, right?

The moment you had stepped closer to him you knew it was a mistake. You inhaled his scent- masculine and woody and so utterly Yoongi it made every muscle in your body weaken. And then his arms were encircling you. The hug lasted too long, it felt too good in his arms. You could feel it in his body too, hearing the tiniest of sighs that escaped from his lips before you stepped apart.

“I…” You stammered out, and you paused. The briefest moment of hesitation that could’ve been captured by his lips. But instead, Yoongi stepped away, clearing his throat. 

“Thanks Y/N.” His voice was calm, but you could tell by the look on his face that whatever was going through your head was going through his too.

“Get home safely,” You managed to say, you almost had to grit the words out and Yoongi just nodded, his face tense with a smile before he left.

You had gone to your room and stared at the wall, wondering what the hell it was that you were trying to achieve by being friends with Yoongi. The hug was a mistake, it had just ignited all the longing that you felt stirring inside of you. It had undoubtedly been the longest two hour film you had ever watched, and you felt like your head was swimming with even more confusion than before.

After that, you were careful to not go for any movie dates with Yoongi. Or hugs.

The third time you hung out with Yoongi, things were getting better.

You were slowly easing into it with Yoongi, the ‘friends’ thing. It definitely wasn’t easy- but you were still trying. He was trying even harder, and it was his idea to grab coffee. So here you were, trying to be Yoongi’s friend, in a Starbucks.

It struck you how awkward you and Yoongi must look, sitting opposite each other and talking, careful not to hold each other’s gazes for too long. 

Sure, you had talked before- long conversations in each others arms after sex, banter that had led to nails clawing down skin and the delicious heat of angry sex. But you hadn’t talked like this before and it was harder than you anticipated.

“How’s the job hunt going?” You asked, taking a sip of your cappucino. Yoongi shrugged, letting out a small sigh. 

“Eh,” He said. “It’s going. I’m still finessing my demo and going around to smaller companies but…” He shrugged and gave you a small smile. “It’ll get there.” 

You knew from the snippets that Jimin had told you (apparently he and Hoseok had become proper friends, Hoseok had even hired Jimin of all people to be a promoter at his club) that Yoongi’s struggles were definitely there and definitely a problem, as much as he spoke about them in an understated way. 

The word was that Yoongi was beginning to stress about rent, about life, and he was barely scraping together enough of his savings to rent a small studio space to record his demo EP. Lily’s father had more or less gone around and blacklisted his name at various studios, and Yoongi had faced rejection after rejection. 

You eyed him carefully as he picked up his Americano and took a sip, his eyes fluttering shut briefly.

That was one of the many things you had noticed about Yoongi, the new characteristics of his that you had learned. When he was tired, he took micronaps- shutting his eyes and zoning out for half a minute before his eyes snapped open, an impassive look on his face like he hadn’t been sleeping for a few seconds there.

You suddenly wanted to tell him that he was cute. A word you never would’ve used to describe him, yet here it was, on the tip of your tongue.

“You’ll find something,” You told him instead, and Yoongi just shrugged.

“Yeah,” He muttered. “It’s worth it anyway. Writing all that pop music shit was giving me a hernia.” He said in a completely deadpan voice and you laughed. His lips quirked up too, in a smile that even he couldn’t conceal. 

You and Yoongi stayed at the coffee shop for two more hours, talking, until finally, you headed home your separate ways.

The fifth time you and Yoongi hang out, you laughed until your stomach hurt.

You had reluctantly agreed to go bowling with Jungkook and Jimin, and inviting Yoongi along had, surprisingly, been Jimin’s idea.

“Invite Yoongi?” You asked, your eyes widening. 

Your best friend just shrugged. “You guys are trying to be friends, right?” 

“Uh, yeah…”

“So invite him.”

You stared at Jimin and bit your lip uncertainly. It sounded like a terrible idea to you, yet you quickly fired off a text to Yoongi, asking if he wanted to come ‘tag along no big deal’. Yoongi replied in minutes, agreeing. 

You had contemplated telling Jimin and Jungkook that Yoongi had said no, unsure of how exactly hanging out with your two best friends and Yoongi would go. But before you knew what was happening you were standing in a bowling alley wearing the ugliest shoes of your life, in an awkward huddle with Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook. 

Jimin was staring at Yoongi with a defiant, protective look on his face, Yoongi looked uncomfortable, and Jungkook was just staring at the bowling alley wistfully. This was, you decided, without a doubt, the weirdest Friday night ever.

“So, should we start?” You asked finally, clearing your throat and clapping your hands. “Teams? Rock scissors paper?”

“Let’s do teams,” Jimin said. “But no need for rock scissors paper. I’ll go with Yoongi here.” He clapped Yoongi on the shoulder- hard, you didn’t miss the slight wince that danced over Yoongi’s face. “Let’s go and talk about our strategy, teammate.” 

You bit your lip and watched the two shuffle off to the side.

“What’s our strategy then?” Jungkook sidled up to you and asked, and you tore your eyes away from Yoongi and Jimin, who appeared to be having an intense conversation (one you sincerely doubted was about bowling strategy).

“Uh,” You began distractedly. “We try and hit all the pins?” 

Jungkook thought this over quite seriously before he nodded in agreement.

“We’re going to beat their asses to the ground.” Jungkook said to you solemnly, and you laughed. Jungkook didn’t join in and you rolled your eyes.

“Kook. You take this way too seriously.” You told him, but he wasn’t listening to you, instead he walked over to the bowling ball rack, staring at them and weighing them in his hands experimentally.

Jimin and Yoongi returned to the two of you, and you glanced up in surprise to see the two of them looking amicable. 

“Let’s start,” Jungkook whined, and Yoongi nodded. “Go ahead, you start us off then.”

Jungkook all but rose to the challenge, grabbing a bowling ball as Yoongi watched, the two falling into easy, sarcastic banter. 

Quickly, you turned to Jimin.

“Er… is everything okay?”

Jimin shrugged. “I still don’t fully know if he’s earned my acceptance yet…” He glanced over at Yoongi and pursed his lips, “…But I’ll admit that he’s not a bad guy. He knows he fucked up with the whole you and Lily thing. And I dunno Y/N. I think he really cares about you.” He said it seriously, softly, and you felt your breath rush out in an exhale.

“Oh,” You said lamely, unsure of if that was what you wanted. Did you want Yoongi to care about you? “We’re just friends.” You said finally, the words feeling heavy and uncomfortable on your tongue. Jimin just smiled and turned to look at the bowling game unfolding in front of you.

“Hey,” Jimin murmured. “Jungkook got a spare.”

You glanced up to see Jungkook smirking to himself confidently (the guy got way too cocky over bowling, for Christ’s sake it was bowling). Jungkook started dancing, a weird shuffling kind of dance, as Yoongi grabbed a bowling ball.

“Watch the master, grasshopper.” He said coolly, and Jungkook just stood back with his arms crossed.

Intrigued, you watched as Yoongi stood in front of the bowling alley. You, Jungkook and Jimin were all watching, as Yoongi cradled the bowling ball in his hands, his eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, he bent down, bending at the knees and flinging the ball forward like he was scooping the air with his hands. It was bizarre, he looked completely ridiculous… and you watched as the ball trickled slowly down the bowling alley and toppled all the pins over in one smooth movement.

You laughed until you had tears running out of your eyes. Your stomach ached from laughter- you and Jimin were crying from both the nonchalant look on Yoongi’s face and the stricken look on Jungkook’s. Jungkook was already complaining about rules and cheating, but you were laughing too hard to care.

You shared a brief look with Yoongi- charged with something, before he glanced away, making a dry quip about how Jungkook now had to bow at his feet.

The twelfth time you and Yoongi hung out as friends, you got drunk together.

Not intentionally, but it just happened. Really, the evening was just meant to be about dinner, a quick bite after both of you had work.

Yoongi was running late, and you looked around the restaurant, biting your lip. It wasn’t a particularly fancy restaurant, it was more of a pub- they were playing a sports game on the TV, a group of businessmen in suits with loosened ties hollering at the screen every time something momentous happened. It was a casual place, yet you still felt nervous, coiled up inside like this was a date.

It’s not a date, you chided yourself, but still, you couldn’t push the doubt that was beginning to creep into your mind. 

You had hung out with Yoongi enough times for now for the two of you to have fallen into a routine of sorts. You didn’t touch, you didn’t hug, and you didn’t talk about anything within the realms of relationships or sex. 

There were certainly moments, they had been snowballing a bit lately- stares that you saw him give you, charged pieces of conversation, but you stayed firm. It had been four months since you ended things with Yoongi and you were determined to be friends with him. 

With perfect timing, you heard the door chime and you glanced up to see Yoongi striding towards you. He looked exhausted- and he hurried over to sit opposite you.

“Sorry I’m late,” He muttered. “Had interviews all day, fuck.”

“No luck?” You asked sympathetically as he sat down, hanging his coat behind him. “Their loss.”

“Mm.” He just muttered, you knew Yoongi well enough by now to understand what that meant.

The waitress came over and you placed your orders. “Any drinks?” She smiled at the two of you and you hesitated, glancing at Yoongi. He glanced back, and as if he was reading your mind, a sheepish smile spread across his face.

“Beer please,” Yoongi said immediately. 

“A glass of wine.”

Your nerves calmed once the food came out, and as you both ate, you chatted, loose, easy conversation that had become so effortless between the two of you lately. It wasn’t until your plates were empty and you were on your third glass of wine, Yoongi on his third beer, when you asked the question that had been on your mind.

“Yoongi, why are you doing all these interviews?”

Yoongi glanced up, surprised. “Generally, going to interviews is how one gets a job,” He drawled, and you rolled your eyes. 

“No, I mean…” You shrugged. You picked up your wineglass, suddenly nervous. “I mean, why don’t you be your own boss? You hated working under someone else the last time. Why don’t you just… try and make it yourself? You can make it on your own.”

You finished your words with a final gulp of your red wine. Yoongi was staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“I would love to,” He began hesitantly. “I just… I have no real experience being the main producer of any tracks. I don’t have any real connections in the industry. It’s a lot of money, and a lot of risk…”

“Aren’t some risks worth taking?”

Your eyes locked and you felt your heart start to beat faster. The doubt on Yoongi’s face slipped away, and you suddenly swallowed, putting down your glass. The quiet clash of glass against wood broke you out of your reverie and you coughed. 

“I mean, hey, what do I know anyway…”

“You really think I can make it?” He smiled at you, a half smile, eyelashes lazy and lidded like a cat’s and you wondered if it was possible for your heart to feel any fuller than it did already. 

Instead, you just nodded.

“It’s your dream, right?” You said quietly. He just nodded. “You’ll make it. I believe in you.”

His eyes softened and he looked down at the table, and you saw him fighting to hide a smile. “What about you?” He asked, glancing up at you. “What’s your dream?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. “I don’t have one,” You confessed. “I have no idea what I want to do, or what my passion is. Maybe I’m passionless. I don’t know.” You forced out a laugh at that, but Yoongi didn’t laugh back. 

His face was serious, and he leaned across the table, his fingers tentatively touching your wrist.

“That’s not true.” He said quietly, in a low, intense voice. “You may not know exactly what yet, but I know that you’re going to do such amazing things, Y/N. I know it.” 

You stared down at your wrist, at his fingers. You swallowed heavily, suddenly aware of the dull ache that was beginning to pool in your belly.

“I’m sorry, we’re about to close.” The waitress popped up beside you and you jumped in place, nodding in disconcertion as you quickly paid the bill in equal halves, your heart jackhammering in your chest.

You stood up and you were surprised by how the world around you spun for a few moments – you were definitely not sober – and the two of you headed outside. Once you were out on the street you glanced over at Yoongi.

He was drunk, you could tell by the way his arms were swinging by his sides, and you watched as he tipped his head up to the sky. He breathed in, before he let out a small, soft sigh.

“I’m glad that I’m here,” He confessed. “That everything happened how it happened. Because if it didn’t, I wouldn’t be here, you know?”

He looked happy.

“Happy Yoongi, a sight I never thought I’d see.” You commented instead, and Yoongi just raised an eyebrow at you.

“Please.” He sighed. “I’m delightful.”

“You’re an ass.” You said in a deadpan voice, and Yoongi just let out a dry laugh. 

“See,” He said with a smirk. “That’s why I love you. You keep it real with me.”

He nudged you lightly and you froze.

“You love me?”

You stopped walking and so did he, you knew your face was showing all of your emotions but to be perfectly frank, you couldn’t control them. 

You didn’t even fully understand what it was you were feeling. Sadness, a pulling sort of sadness in hearing the words you had wanted him to say from the very beginning. Happiness, to hear them, to see the look on his face as he turned to look at you, standing frozen on the sidewalk. And most of all, fear.

“Yeah,” Yoongi said finally. He stared at you straight on, unflinching, deadly serious. “I love you.”

You felt your mouth open and close. He took a step towards you, and his eyes suddenly were fierce. “I can’t not say it, I’m not… I’m not going to stand aside and be a fucking coward anymore. I love you. I’m in love with you. I love you so god damn much.”

Suddenly, his face was inches away from yours and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. All you wanted to do was kiss him, it felt like your mind, your body even, was screaming at you to do it. To just step forward, it would take no effort whatsoever, and kiss him. 

You could tell by his face, the slow blink of his eyes, the intensity of his stare that he wanted to kiss you too. 

You felt even more drunk than before standing this close to him, the tension so thick in between you that it felt like you weren’t capable of bearing it for much longer.

How do you know if he means what he’s saying? A snarky voice snipped in your head and that was enough to cause you to back up, to take one step away. 

“Yoongi, we’re meant to be friends, what are you doing?”

You saw it flash over Yoongi’s face, and he took a step back too. 

“I know,” Yoongi said in a low voice. His words were spilling out faster, tinged with urgency. “I can do this, I can be friends. I’m sorry, I’m drunk. Y/N, I promise, I won’t say that again. I… I can do this.”

“I can’t.” Your voice cut through his and he reeled back a fraction, like he had been punched in the chest. The two of you stared at one another for a long, heavy beat before you opened your mouth, your voice shaky.

“I can’t do this,” You repeated. “There’s… there’s too much. You hurt me, Yoongi.”

“I never meant to hurt you.” Yoongi whispered.

“I know but-”

“But I did.” Yoongi finished. He nodded, swallowing. “I know. And I’m…” He shook his head. “I’m a fucking asshole for hurting the woman I’m in love with.” You felt another spasm of shock at his words. His voice was low and raspy and your heart ached. 

“…And I’m not saying that I want you to forgive me, or take me back, tomorrow or next month or ever. I just… I want you, Y/N. I want you in my life. In any way, friends, anything, I’ll take what I can get. I can’t…” his voice broke and he swallowed, his eyes filling with tears. “I can’t lose you. Not when you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

It felt like your heart was splintering into pieces.

“I love you too.” You said the words because you couldn’t not say them, not when they were there in your chest and in your heart. Yoongi’s entire face fell into an expression of vibrancy, happiness, and you felt like you were going to melt into the very earth.

“But I can’t. There’s too much history, Yoongi. Too much happened between us, I can’t just forget about it.” You finished, and Yoongi’s face fell.

“I know. I’m not saying we should forget. I just… I don’t know. I just wish we could start from the start. Introduce ourselves to each other again, say it’s nice to meet you. I just… I just want to go back and do things right from the start.”

“It’s not that simple Yoongi,” You whispered out, fighting against everything inside of you that wanted to just lean forward and kiss him.

“Why can’t it be?” He murmured.

“Yoongi…” Your voice trailed off and you shook your head. “I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. You and me, I… I can’t…” 

You didn’t know how to explain it to him, how to put into words what the feeling was in your chest. You were afraid, terrified of admitting just how hard and fast you had fallen for him. 

How even now, you were dangling above that same abyss, looking down the face of throwing everything in there for him. 

With Min Yoongi, you had learned, it was all or nothing. You couldn’t be around him and not love him.

He had a stricken look on his face and he swallowed hard, you could see him trying to translate his thoughts into words, but it didn’t matter anyway because you were too terrified to hear what he was about to say. 

“Goodbye Yoongi.” 

You turned and walked, as quickly as your legs could take you. 

Yoongi didn’t follow. You were thinking about his words, about starting from the start. You were thinking about the last few months, being friends with Yoongi and falling even more in love with him than before. And more than ever, you were thinking about the grey. 

Three weeks passed and you hadn’t heard from Yoongi. He had tried calling you at first, sending you a few messages that you hadn’t opened, but you had steadfastly ignored them. He had eventually stopped trying to contact you.

It was like he had been cut out of your life with scissors, there were no traces left and even Jungkook knew not to mention his name. 

It was like he had never been a part of your life. That was how you had insisted you wanted it, but still, something felt wrong.

I’ll get over it. You told yourself every morning. I’ll get over him. You told yourself in the late afternoons when the sun started to melt into orange over the sky and you thought of him. I’ll get over us. You thought, late at night, when your eyes pricked with tears and you wondered how many times you would have to repeat your sad little mantra to yourself until you started to believe in what you were saying.

Six weeks later, things were easing up. Your life was more or less the same, you were working, spending time with Jungkook and Jimin. Yoongi had completely stopped trying to communicate with you, and you told yourself that it was what you wanted, even if you still checked your phone with bated breath every day.

Six weeks and it occurred to you that it had been over a year since you first met Min Yoongi, and over six months from the moment you had ended your affair with him.

The snow was beginning to melt, the sun beginning to spill gold over the horizon earlier and earlier each morning. Spring was around the corner, and as much as you didn’t want to, every time you saw greenery sprout from the ice, you thought of Min Yoongi.

It was another day of work when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey Y/N.” 

You glanced up to see Hoseok, dressed in a big coat and beanie, his ears sticking out, a radiant smile on his face. You were folding shirts and you paused, not sure whether hugging the other man was appropriate seeing as you didn’t know him that well. 

Hoseok, of course, had no such worries and bundled you up in a giant hug. 

“How have you been?” He had a huge grin on his face, it faltered as he looked around. “Is uh…. Ella here?”

You shook your head, stifling a laugh at the memory of your coworker crying when Hoseok had dumped her. Hoseok’s face relaxed. 

“What brings you here?” You asked curiously, and Hoseok shrugged.

“Just stopping by.” Hoseok answered. “Yoongi asked about you the other day as if I would know anything, so I figured I’d stop by and see how you’re doing. Get some best friend karma points or whatever. And at the very least buy a few new outfits. I have a few events coming up at the club.” 

Your spine stiffened at that information, that Yoongi still talked about you, that he still cared about you even somewhat, but you kept your face calm.

“Oh really? How’s Yoongi doing?”

Your words sounded strained to your ears and you glanced up to see Hoseok looking at you thoughtfully. The laugh had faded from his face and he now looked serious, contemplative. You wondered briefly what exactly he knew about your relationship with Yoongi, and judging from the look in his eyes, you gathered he knew everything.

“He’s doing good.” Hoseok said softly. You smiled at that, because you wanted Yoongi to be good. “But you know, I’ve never seen Yoongi like this before.”

You glanced up at him, confused. “Like what?”

Hoseok frowned, his brow creasing in thought as he tried to place his words.

“Well, he’s actually trying to start his own label, for one.”

“Really?” You asked. “Wow.”

“Uh huh. I dunno. He’s driven,” Hoseok explained finally. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s like he’s changed. Something’s changed in him, anyway. He’s great, super talented, don’t get me wrong, but the guy was so stuck for a really long time. Not anymore. Anyway, he told me it was because of you, so I suppose I should thank you.”

His words surprised you. “Because of me?”

Hoseok nodded, and then he stared straight at you. “He talks about you all the time.”

You were shocked at that. You stopped folding, staring at the clothes. You had no idea what to make of that information.

“… I didn’t know that he cared that much.” You said finally. You looked up to see Hoseok staring at you with a confused expression.

“I’ve known him since we were kids,” Hoseok said quietly. “And he’s Yoongi. He’s an asshole sometimes, stubborn, acts like he doesn’t give a fuck about anyone. And half the time, he genuinely doesn’t. But when he does let someone in…” He shrugged. “It’s for life, you know?”

You nodded, swallowing. 

Hoseok just stared at you, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Here,” He said after a beat of thought, digging in his bag. “It’s Yoongi’s EP. Finally. He started writing it ages ago, and finished it finally and it’s good, I reckon it’s gonna get him the push he needs to get silent partners for his label. Look, just… give it a listen, okay?”

You frowned at the CD, hesitating before you accepted it.

“Thanks Hoseok,” You said softly, and he nodded. 

“Any time. Take care of yourself, yeah?”

You nodded. “You too.”

He stared at you for a long moment before he clapped his hands together.

“Alright. New outfits. What do you have for me? Something to go with my new Balenciaga sneakers…”

It was late by the time you arrived home. Your place was empty and completely silent as you let yourself in. 

You put your things down and stood at the kitchen counter, resting your palms down on the countertop and letting out a deep sigh.

It had been like any other day, nothing remarkable had happened… until Hoseok stopped by. 

After Hoseok had mentioned Yoongi he didn’t bring him up again, he had however chatted about his new club, about the new girl he was seeing, all while trying on different outfits. 

When he had left, you had a great sales bonus for the month and seeing Hoseok had genuinely been lovely and fun… but you had a huge lump in your throat the entire time. You had been desperate to ask more about Yoongi, to ask what he had said about you. But you had stopped yourself. Then when Hoseok had left, you had kicked yourself for not saying something, anything. 

For the hundredth time you thought back on Yoongi and felt your heart squeeze. And because it was just you in the kitchen, completely inky blue with darkness and the only sound the humming of the refrigerator, you allowed yourself to silently confess what it was that was holding you back.

You didn’t know if Yoongi really loved you.

Sure, he had said the words I love you. And yes, when you had connected eyes with him, seen the desperation on his face that night outside the restaurant, all your instincts and nerve endings were telling you that this was it. That you weren’t crazy. 

It was like you were bargaining with yourself, getting him to tick off a neverending list of things that he would do if he loved you. You would catch him looking at you for a few extra seconds, when he thought you didn’t notice. He would remember tiny things about your day. His fingers would brush against yours and twitch because they wanted to hold them.

He ticked them all off. Then he created new boxes. He had proven you wrong. You had been so convinced that Yoongi, Min Yoongi with the cool eyes and the zealous smirk from the night at the club, would never be able to stay friends with a woman. But he had. You had been so convinced that Yoongi would move on to someone new. But he hadn’t. He had stayed right by your side, until you had forced him away.

He had ticked off all the boxes. He had soothed over the raw painful wounds that no longer hurt. But still, you couldn’t, because it still wasn’t enough. You were holding yourself back and you had no idea if you would ever be able to take that risk. 

It was funny, you thought, that only a few months ago it was Yoongi who had been so reluctant to take any risks, about his life, about his relationship, his career. And now, that was you. The tables had turned.

You turned to look at your bag, seeing the CD Hoseok had given you peeking out. You frowned at it, bending down and picking it up before placing it flat on the kitchen counter.

You hesitated, your fingertips grazing over the silver disc. You knew rationally the best thing to do would be to toss it away, but something nagged inside of you relentlessly. 

You could still picture it, that night at the restaurant when Yoongi, his face lit with the glow of candles and something else, had asked if you really did believe he could make it. His face, softer and more open than you had ever see it in your life. And that had struck fear hot and cold in your chest. So, you reasoned sternly with yourself, it would be best to discard the CD.

But you couldn’t.

With a sigh, you pulled out your laptop, yanking it open. The bright neon light filled the darkness of your kitchen and you bit your lip. “I’ll just give it one listen and then chuck it away.” You muttered, knowing your curiosity was too intense to just walk away from.

You popped the CD into your laptop and hit play, leaning your chin on your hands as the first track had started playing. 

It was a rich melody, but slow. It was like honey, oozing, sweet and slow and seductive. 

It was jazz. 

But not just classic jazz, like the kind you listened to, but a hypnotic fusion of jazz and hip hop. You could recognize Yoongi in the beats of the song- you could practically picture him, his thigh tapping away restlessly, the flicker of his eyes between sips of coffee. 

The beat was him, strong and moving but then the jazz came through. It was a push and pull, but it worked. He had blended two genres and made something incredible.

There were no vocals, no special effects- just him and the music. It was raw, unadulterated Yoongi. But there was no harshness in this song. It was soulful. It was a love letter. 

You hit stop on the song and your heart was beating. It was dark in your house, silent again, but you could still hear it. The song. And you could see it. Splashes of colour. Sky blue, peachy pink, crimson red, and every other colour in the entire fucking spectrum.

"Oh my God.” You whispered. And then you turned and grabbed your keys, running out of the door.

You stood outside of that familiar door, and knocked. 

Three, rapid knocks, and you stood there, breathless. It felt like you were on the cusp of something huge, and a thousand doubts started to fill your mind- if Yoongi would even answer the door, if he was home or out. You were never one to believe in fate, to find answers written in the stars, but this you decided, was the moment you were throwing all your cards in and waiting to see what the world had to give you in return.

You heard nothing but silence on the other end of the door. You stood there, and bit your lip. It hit you like a wave- just how badly you wanted him to be there, on the other side. How badly you wanted him. How much you loved him.

Your love with Yoongi was messy, fractured in places, but it was still very much there. And you didn’t want to hide from it anymore. Some things, you thought, were worth taking the risk. 

The door opened, revealing Yoongi. He was tired- you could see it in the dark circles faintly marred under his eyes, the weariness in the set of his lips. But his face lit up when he saw you. 

Hesitation filled out his features first, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, and you could practically see his mind ticking over, trying to figure out what brought you here.

“Y/N?” He murmured, his voice low and throaty. He cleared his throat. “Is everything… okay?”

You stepped forward towards him and kissed him.

Your lips collided on his, and he stayed still for a moment, before he let out a small, surprised groan. 

He deepened the kiss, and your eyes fluttered shut. His hand caressed the small of your back before skimming up in between your shoulder blades to cup the back of your head. His fingers gently nestled in your hair, his fingers scratching your scalp, his lips soft. 

You felt like you were swooning into the kiss, your body weak, your head racing with a blur of thoughts (each one less defined than the last, the overarching theme of each thought was one of Yoongi). 

Your heads parted, pulling away from the kiss, and he was staring at you with a surprised look on his face.

“Hi,” You whispered, your voice had a slight tremble in it, but you were strong. Full of conviction, as you kept your eyes locked on his. It felt like your heart was jittering away, like a hummingbird’s wings. A quiet buzz. It felt right.

“I’m Y/N,” You continued, reaching forward and lacing your fingers with his. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You squeezed his hand three times, I love you.

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he looked down at your interlaced hands, his eyes tracing over your fingers before they fell on your lips, then to your eyes.

He smiled- one of his small smiles. The one where his eyes creased in the corners and softened, his lips twitched as he fought to fight the huge smile threatening to overtake his face. He couldn’t help it though, the smile spilled out and his whole face was open, happy. 

It occurred to you that you had only seen that smile a few times, and it was always when he was looking at you.

“Hi,” He murmured, his voice was scratchy yet comforting. Like velvet. “I’m Min Yoongi.” 

He reached out and caressed your face in his palm. You leaned into his touch and he brushed the hair off of your face, he squeezed your hand back, four times.

I love you too.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

AN: Aw, Wildest Moments was my first ever fic and I can’t believe it’s over! There were so many times that I nearly scrapped the series altogether, I’m glad I stuck it out to the end. I hope you all enjoyed WM, thank you for reading! ♡♡

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Jimin- In Denial (Part 1)

You shut your eyes close as you inhaled a deep breath, your heart's pounding wildly inside your chest. You followed the staff who had ushered all of you to the main hall. You played with your fingers as you stared on the album sitting on your lap. You were beyond nervous. This is the first time that you'll see Park Jimin up close. He's like a star and you're just some stone, it's really impossible for you to see him like this. You didn't know how lucky you were until you managed to win a meet and greet with the boys in a raffle draw by some fansite. Now, here you are, sweat building on the sides of your forehead, fingers feeling fidgety, as you waited for the boys to come out. Screams filled the air when they walked one by one in front of you, sitting on their respective chairs, waving and smiling at their fans. Your eyes immediately searched for Park Jimin, his signature mochi smile is painted on his face. Your knees felt weak and you swear that you're on the edge of throwing up as you marvelled at his glorious beauty.

Your head is spinning as the fans are called one by one. The boys are laughing and playing with their fans. Jin's laugh echoed throughout the room.

"Next, please." Your mind fucked you up when you saw the staff ushering you towards the boys. Your first stop was Namjoon, his dimples are displayed on the side of his cheeks, talking to you how your day went by as he signed your album. He ruffled your hair and winked at you before you advanced to the next member, Seokjin. He took time in making his daddy jokes on you, making you laugh. His laugh calmed your nerves. Jungkook was munching a cookie when you went to him. He gave you a cookie and you both stared at each other while eating the cookie, his bunny smile almost made you faint in front of him. Next was Min Yoongi, he's warm but definitely more quiet than the others. He asked you to stay warm during the winter and to stay safe always. Taehyung had talked about how Yeontan grows bigger every day. You laughed because of how dedicated he was to his puppy. Jhope was all smiles when you met him, his eyes are almost disappearing as he smiled at you. His voice is loud. He radiates happiness just by looking at him. You almost stumbled when you moved to the last member, Park Jimin. He was quick enough to catch you, grasping your hand, earning a loud cheer from the crowd. Your face turned red as you tried to get yourself together. Park fucking Jimin just touched you. His small hands are soft and warm. You're feeling dizzy because his presence is just too much for you. His words ringed on your ears but you just can't bring yourself to do anything but stare at him. He's really beautiful. His eyes, nose, ears, hair, cheeks, jaw, lips are all godlike. You wondered if he's real. You felt like floating in the clouds as you walked out of the hall, waving at Jimin one last time. The "you're so beautiful" coming from his lips almost made you bang your head on the table separating the two of you, preventing you from kissing him.

That was how your story with Park Jimin had started. He's an idol and you're one of his fangirls. If only you knew what would've happened, you wouldn't attend that fan meeting. You'll just settle with staring at him on your laptop. You won't ever let yourself fall for him more, to the point that you almost felt yourself drowning because of the love you had given.

A staff hurriedly went out of the room to find you. Jimin had asked her to look for you as soon as you left the hall. She found you sprawled on the floor, leaning on the wall, your mind's still hazy after your first encounter with Park Jimin. You were slaapped back to reality when you heard someone clear his throat.

"Jimin wants to talk to you, if you could just wait a little bit." She said while helping you to stand up.

"What?" You almost screamed, covering your mouth with your hands. Why would he want to talk to you? She just smiled at you, maybe she doesn't know why too. She lead you to a room, 3 floors away from the hall.

"They'll be finished in 30 minutes. Please be comfortable." She said before closing the door. You're left alone in the room. Your eyes darted on all the make ups scattered on the desk. A blazer was hung on one of the chairs, it was Park Jimin's. You busied yourself by looking at all the stuffs, never touching them, afraid of how much they would cost you if you break one of them. You jumped when you heard a knock on the door. It opened slowly, revealing Park Jimin, smiling cutely as ever.

"Hey, are you okay?" He mumbled as he slowly walked towards you. Your heart's beating wildly as he inches closer to you.

"I love it when you turn red like this in front of me, Y/N." He smirked while whispering. He had pinned you on the table, arms in between your sides. His eyes are fixed on you, a small grin on his face. You were trembling under him and he just finds it amusing. He was so fascinated with the way you gulped when he inched himself impossibly closer to you. His chest's almost brushing yours.

"I'm giving you 10 seconds to leave this room if you feel uncomfortable with this." You faced him, confused of what he means. He brushed one of his hands on your cheeks softly, cupping them.

"I want to fuck you right now, Y/N." His voice is rough, like whenever he does those growling sounds when he sings spontaneously on stage. He slowly stepped back, giving you space in case you decided to run away. He didn't know what sparked in him when he saw you a while ago. You're so pretty and innocent at the same time. He was addicted with how you stared at him. You didn't know what to do. You didn't even know if this is real or if your mind's just fucking with you again.

"Ten." He counted mentally and as soon as he reached 10 and you were still standing in front of him, he roughly made his way towards you, roughly claiming your lips. You almost drowned because of his hungry kisses. You closed your eyes as you returned his kisses, trying to reciprocate the intensity of his kisses. You were right all along, his plump lips are soft and warm, and he really knows how to kiss. His kisses made your knees weak. You heard Jimin chuckle as he wrapped his arms around your waist, preventing you from falling. His fingers brushed on your legs making you moan. He quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring and loving the feeling of your warm mouth. Your head's spinning because of the pleasure washing over your system. You can't even remember how he managed to remove your panties under your dress.

"Hmmm." You tried to muffle your moans, ashamed of yourself, as he traced his fingers on your core. He growled because of how wet you are.

"I want to hear you, Y/N." He groaned in your ear as he inserted a finger in you, making you cry.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're so tight." He cursed under his breath. His breathing is erratic. He reached for your lips and kissed you again as his finger drilled inside you. You can't even kiss him back properly.

"Jimin!" You screamed his name when he eased another finger inside you, scissoring them, making your stomach clench. He bite your lip as he savoured the feeling of you clenching on his fingers.

"You're close, aren't you?" He hummed on your ears, kissing and licking your earlobes. You moaned, unable to bring yourself to speak. He faced you, amazed of how good you look under him. Your eyes are close, sweat on your forehead, arms shaking as you uncontrollably called his name. He can already feel himself twitching by the sight of you, his tight pants becoming extremely painful for him. He buried his face on your neck down to your collarbones, nibbling and licking and biting. He smirked when he saw how he marked your neck, everywhere around your neck and collarbones was painted with purple hickeys. You heard your dress unzipping slowly, his fingers are ghosting on your back. After a second, you were already naked in front of him. He growled at the sight of you, so beautiful and perfect under him.

"When was the last time you have been touched, princess? God! You're so tight!" You wanted to tell him that you've never been touched like that but it was impossible to talk because of what he's doing to you. His head flew back as he groaned. His mouth found your breast and sucked on it, his fingers under you is now picking up a faster pace making you go crazy under him. He knew how close you are so he inserted another finger into you. His knuckles are white as he inserted his fingers knuckle deep, making you whimper as he hit your sweet spot. God! You can't even imagine how his small fingers reached you. His thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing frantic figures of 8.

"Park Jimin!" You screamed so loud when you felt the snap of your stomach. Energy leaving you as you released something that you've been trying to hold back. He immediately kissed you to muffle your screams. He continued to drive his fingers inside you as he helped you calm yourself.

"You're so beautiful, baby. I want you so much." He whispered before he layed you down on the table. He lowered your upper body on the table, your back smashing on the table. He started unbuckling his pants. You gulped as you watched him remove all his clothing. He's so big, you muttered to yourself as you stared at his cock, proudly standing on his stomach. He grinned at you when he saw you staring. He searched on his pockets and pulled out a what's supposed to be a condom because you've seen it in some commercial. He placed it on himself before stroking himself a few times. You felt your core throbbed just because of the sounds he's making.

"Are you ready?" He asked. He thrusted himself inside you before you can even answer. You shut your eyes tight. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you felt the pain radiating throughout your body. He cursed himself when he felt something break as thrusted into you. You were a virgin! He cursed himself a few more times as he stared at you, crying beneath him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." He whispered while trailing kisses on your face, hoping to relieve the pain. He's about to pull himself out of you when you held his hips in place, shaking your head.

"No, please. I want you, Jimin." You pleaded, small whimpers still coming out from your mouth.

"Baby, you're hurt. Let me prepare you first." He said sweetly as he caressed your face. You opened your eyes, his dark eyes that was filled with lust and hunger, was replaced by worry. His eyes are glistening as he stared at you.

"I can take it, Jimin. Please, I really want you." You pleaded. He closed his eyes before he nodded. You sound so good, how can he possibly turn you down? He tried to stay still as he gave you time to get used to the feeling of him being inside you. You can see his muscles tensed as he tried to hold back from thrusting into you roughly. You feel so good, so warm and tight. It's making him crazy.

"Jimin, move please." You said as you caressed his cheeks. He nodded at you before he carefully pulled and pushed back into you again, making you whimper. His thumb wiped your tears as he continued to thrust into you slowly. The slow pace is making him crazy. He leaned himself closer into you, kissing you once again.

"It's going to be fine, baby." He whispered before he felt the snap of his patience. He began to pound into you faster, roughly slamming into you.

"You feel so good, baby." You can barely understand him. Your moans and his groans and the sound of your skin slapping filled the room. He wrapped his arms around your waist, carefully picking you up and leaning you by the wall. Your legs are on his arms making you stretch for him. He slammed into you faster and deeper with every second. You felt him much deeper with this angle. He's hitting every spot inside you perfectly.

"Like this?" You screamed his name when you felt him hit your g spot. You wrapped your arms around him tightly as you buried your head on the crook of his neck. He chuckled.

"Not so loud, baby. I'm not sure if the walls are soundproof." He whispered. You held unto his hair, gently pulling his blonde locks, as he continued to slam into you.

"I won't last long, Y/N." He groaned. His thumb finding your clit and drawing deep circles again. His breaths were starting to get shallow, his thrusts are already becoming unpredictable and his moans are louder.

"I want you to cum with me now, princess." He breathed into your neck, soft growls escaping his lips as he sucked on your neck. He kissed your lips as you came. His chest is beating frantically as he also reached his high. He continued to pepper your face with kisses as you both ride your high. You were already feeling sleepy as he carried you to the couch.

"That was amazing, Y/N." He giggled, the familiar glint in his eyes welcomed you when you opened your eyes. He cuddled you on his arms as he smoothed your hair before you had fallen asleep.

Jimin was gone when you woke up. A blanket was draped over you, covering your body. Your clothes are folded neatly on the table together with his hoodie. Your cheeks flushed when you remembered what had happened on that table. You tried to stand even your legs felt sore. A note containing his number and adress was left on the table next to your clothes. Two weeks had passed and you still hadn't contacted him. You can't find the courage to call him or text him. What are you supposed to say? Thank you for fucking me or Nice fucking me or maybe Can't wait to fuck you more. Those things are making you crazy. You can't even bring yourself to believe that what happened between the two of you was real. You placed the note on your pocket again as you sighed. You looked forward and before you can even blink, you felt yourself being thrown everywhere when the bus you're riding accidentally collided with another car. You opened your eyes as you tried to stand up. You felt surprisingly normal aside from the bruise on your legs and arms and the scratch on your forehead. Kids were crying and people were groaning around you.

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"Y/N." You breathed when you heard the familiar voice. You looked up and saw Jimin running to you, his eyes are screaming with worry when he saw you. You quickly stood up from the floor and ran to him, crashing your body with him on a tight hug. Your shoulders are shaking uncontrollably as you cried on his arms. You heard him sigh, the feeling of going crazy finally leaving him when he saw that you're fine. You had called him while he was on practice. All of the people around you are not picking up their phone, probably because they all have their classes. You were so scared about what happened and that's when you decided to call him. Jimin saw 15 missed calls from an unknown number when they had a 5 minute water break. He opened the voicemail and when he heard your voice, shaking and crying, he had thrown everything and almost tripped while running for his keys just to get to you as soon as possible.

"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" He whispered softly before holding your wrist and guiding you towards the emergency room. He left you after making sure that you're already fine. He picked new clothes for you because you're clothes were covered with blood and your skirt's half torn already. He had also paid your bills and ordered dinner before going back to you.

"Hey, beautiful." He said as he entered the room where you've been transferred. He walked to you, leaving his paper bags on the table, before kissing your forehead. A knock on the door made him pull away from you.

"Ms. Y/SN?" He asked and you nodded. The doctor smiled and walked towards you. Jimin immediately covered your lower body with the blanket.

"Are you okay?" You nodded at him as he checked your wounds and your forehead. Jimin busied himself by preparing the dinner he had picked out for the both of you.

"You're a medical student, right? I read it on your form." The doctor said as he waved your medical chart.

"You saved 5 patients because of your first aid. You're really good considering that you're just a freshman." He complimented you. Jimin looked at you. He didn't know that you're still studying or that you're a medical student.

"It's nothing. I'm really glad that I've saved them. I was going crazy outside the operating room, thinking if I just messed up everything." You said, making the doctor laugh. You bite your lip as you stared at him.

"I'm Doctor Kim. I'll put in a good word for you in your university and I can't wait to see you around, Y/N." The doctor said, offering his hand for a hand shake. You quickly grabbed his hand and bowed at him before he left your room. He looks too young to be a good doctor. Maybe he's just a few years older than you.

"I didn't know that you're still studying." Jimin said as he gave you the paper bag with your clothes.

"You never asked me." You replied, taking the paper bag and seeing clothes that looks expensive. He's Park Jimin, after all.

"Thanks, Jimin." You said before going to the bathroom to change. He held your wrist, stopping you before you can fully enter the bathroom.

"Why didn't you call me earlier?" His eyes stared at you, gently lifting your chin for you to look at him. You were once again drowned on his heavy stares.

"I didn't know what to say." You whispered. Your hands are nervously playing on the paper bag. He held your hands and placed tiny kisses on it.

"Get changed. We have things to talk about, Y/N." He whispered before opening the door to the bathroom. You leaned on the door when you entered the bathroom, hands clutching your heart. Your heart's doing crazy somersaults again just because he's near.

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"You're my girl since that day of the fan sign, do you understand that, Y/N?" You almost choked because of what he said. His voice is stern and warm and playful. You were both watching some random chick flick while eating dinner. You reached for the bottled water and quickly gulped it.

"What? Like girlfriend or something?" Your eyes are wide, still unsure of what he means by that. He chuckled at you. His laugh sending shivers down your spine. He faced you, eyes fixed into yours as he tugged some of your hair under your ear.

"You're so innocent. I can't do girlfriends, baby." He whispered as he inched closer to you. You gulped when you felt his lips on your temples.

"And girlfriends involve love and I can't afford loving someone, you know that right?" You nodded as you closed your eyes. His breath tickled your ears.

"My girl means my girl in my car, in my studio, in bed, in everywhere I want her to be. Are you familiar with the saying "No strings attached"?" He asked, his lips ghosting in your jaw down to your neck. You felt him smirk when you nodded.

"I really want you, princess. I really love fucking you." He mumbled before kissing your lips hungrily. His hands settled on your hips, tracing your curves. You cursed yourself as you realized what you had gotten yourself into you. This is wrong but for the second time, after what happened on the day of the fan meeting, you still can't bring yourself to push him away or to walk out of him or to tell him that you don't want it.

Because deep in your heart, you know that you want him too. Whether a girlfriend, or a fuck buddy, you don't even care. You just want Park Jimin as much as he wants you.

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The Suns of Gunshots Ch. 6

Fandom: BTS Characters: Reader & BTS--Jimin, Yoongi, Jungkook, Namjoon Genre: Thriller Rating: E for Everyone (see linked chapters below for other chapter ratings) Length: 2244 Words Summary: After being saved by your friends, you find yourself swept up in a whirlwind of an unwanted adventure on Purge night.  Author’s Notes: Please be aware that chapters of this story may contain mature content (mostly violence), as it is a Purge related fanfic. It could potentially trigger some people, so please proceed with caution. This is my first time writing something with a lot of action and something dark like this as I normally write fluff. All feedback is greatly appreciated and welcome, within reason (don’t just tell me you hated it without giving something constructive that I can work with).

Chapter One (M/TW) | Chapter Two (E) | Chapter Three (E) | Chapter Four (M/TW) | Chapter Five (M/TW) | Interlude (E)  

Dust kicked up behind the motorcycle as I clung to the body facing mine. All the work we’d put in that morning had sweat dripping down my face like a leaky faucet. It probably didn’t help that the helmet felt tight and suffocating, and my hair was down since a pony tail wouldn’t fit inside. I was exhausted and in dire need of a shower followed by a nap, especially if I was going to be of any use to the rest of the gang tonight.

When the announcement had come out that the Purge would become bi-annual, we’d all agreed our most important goal now was to help people. We’d all tried to sit through university classes, we’d tried to study, but it wasn’t happening. One by one, we all pulled out. Our jobs were easy enough to focus on throughout the day and paid good enough for the eight of us to cover bills and necessities.

Our downtime was spent planning and preparing. We went out to black markets and pawn shops looking for weapons to add to our arsenal. Maps of the city were spread out over tables and scribbled on. We searched for escape routes, potential hiding places, meet up points, and where our rival gang--they call themselves The Eliminators, how original--could possibly have their headquarters.

The Eliminators stood the biggest threat to our own group. We’d spent half the Spring Purge running from and firing at them. Part of the gang had gone so far as to burn down the apartment building the boys had been living in. I didn’t really understand how the rivalry had come to be, not yet anyway. It was clear there was some history between the two groups. I had my guesses, but I dared not ask, not when it was obvious just the brief mention of them filled the others with fiery rage.

When we weren’t scouring over maps or shopping for what would usually be considered contraband--okay so it still is but how else do you prepare for Purge Night--we were training. Let me rephrase that, they were training me.

Like now.

The bike skidded to a stop and I loosened my grip from around the body with me. The bow and arrows were handed off and I reached up to remove the helmet from my head. In the fantasyland in my mind, my hair would whip around, catching a ray of sun and making me look glorious after the training session I’d just completed--and might I add completed it with flying colors.

Instead, the helmet came off with a squelching sound and hair stuck to the back of my neck and ears. I could see my reflection in the visor of my partner in crime and cringed at the sight of strands sticking up all crinkled and angry, and there was an obvious crease where the hair had been sticking out of my helmet. Top that off with the glistening from the sweat on my face and even I was backing away with a mortified expression.

“Are you gonna get off sometime today?” came the deep, completely unimpressed voice from the other helmet.

Yoongi raised the visor and stared at me impatiently. He didn’t have to tell me twice. His expression had me scrambling to my feet, stumbling as one foot landed on the ground and the other lagged too long behind.

Lucky for me, Jimin was standing by to steady me. Despite the fact that I surely looked like a monster, he beamed and wrapped his arms around me, patting my back.

“You did so well! You’re going to be protecting all of us now instead of the other way around.”

The compliment made me feel loads better. I mean, I’m not one of those girls who likes being defenseless and helpless. True, I’m not the strongest person in the world, and I’ve been known to make some incredibly stupid mistakes--flashback to half a year ago when I was caught outside when the Purge started, among other things--but I’ve always wanted to be better. It’s always been a dream of mine to be able to kickass myself instead of watching someone do it for me.

“We should get home for a shower and rest,” Jimin happily whispered, pulling me toward the other motorcycle.

“Do I really stink that bad?”

He chuckled and shook his head. Meanwhile, Yoongi, having put up with enough of our disgusting display of sweet words, drove away in the direction of the farmhouse we all lived in.

I know what you’re thinking. How did I end up being on a motorcycle with Yoongi and not my boyfriend? Believe me, it wasn’t my first choice.

Things between Yoongi and I had gotten… well… awkward since I started seeing Jimin. If he wasn’t snarky and broody enough before, it was even worse now. I’m not like those idiots in the books who don’t know how to take clues. Okay, maybe it had taken me a little bit longer than I would have liked, but when I realized he could have feelings for me, it hurt even more.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Yoongi. On the contrary, I think I had realized my feelings for him before the ones I had for Jimin. Don’t get me wrong, I do like Jimin. I don’t know that I’d say love. I’m not one to carelessly fling around such a strong emotion, but it’s pretty close. Yet, I also care for Yoongi… a lot.

But Jimin got to me first.

The two of us had tried to partner up. It only made sense that Jimin would want me as close as possible to look after me and honestly, I felt the same way. After last time, when he’d been shot and should have died, I wasn’t fond of the idea of being apart from him.

We had tried to make it work. The first stumbling block had come with the weapons. I could fire a gun, but I couldn’t get comfortable. The kick always made me jump in surprise and it felt far too cold in my hands. The bow and a quiver of arrows had fit much more comfortably.

From there it only made sense that the two bow people in our group should stick together in case more arrows were needed or Yoongi’s bow broke.

Jimin and I had argued that we would just ride beside Yoongi, but when we attempted the new ride position, it didn’t work. Jimin sat low on his bike, making it difficult for me to look over his shoulder to shoot at any oncoming trouble. Yoongi rode straighter and seemed able to adjust to any position with ease.

Straddling Yoongi on a bike was most definitely not ideal given our current situation.

“Yoohoo,” Jimin called, waving a hand in front of my face.

I blinked away the image of Yoongi riding off and looked at the man beside me. He plopped an open faced helmet on my head and together we retreated back to our home.

Soft knocks jolted me from slumber. The sun was fading away, peeking between blinds that must have been drawn when I was asleep.

“Yeah?” I called groggily.

The door cracked open and Jungkook stuck his head around the wooden barrier to look at me.

“It’s time to get ready,” he whispered, though I couldn’t figure out why since I was awake now.

I nodded my head, rubbing my eyes and my friend stepped further into the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh, followed by silence.

Lids fluttered over my eyes a few times as I processed what he was trying to do.

“Everything… okay?” I asked hesitantly, still finding it weird that he hadn’t started speaking when he’d sat down.

This time, our dark eyes met and he looked at me with a face full of worry.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay with Yoongi? Are you sure you can’t just ride with Jimin or… I don’t know… Not go with either of them? Can’t you just go with me and Taehyung instead?”

I reached out a hand and placed it on his arm with a gentle smile.

“I’ll be okay, Jungkook. Don’t worry… Unless you heard that Yoongi is planning to murder me while we’re out tonight,” I joked, trying to make light of the situation.

“I’m just… I’m worried. The Eliminators always come down the hardest on those two. It’s much easier for the rest of us to avoid them.”

The door had been opened. I couldn’t let it close again.

“Why is that? Why do they target them the most?”

Jungkook looked from me to the door. He hesitated a second until he was sure we were completely alone and turned his gaze back to me.

“Do you… Do you know what happened to Yoongi’s family?” I nodded in response, hoping my silence would encourage him to continue. “Well, after they died, that’s when our two groups formed, only…” Again, his gaze looked to the door. “Only The Eliminators sought out Yoongi first. We were all friends once. Us and them. We were friends and then we weren’t. They wanted Yoongi to join but…”

Jungkook’s words were cut off by the creaking of the door and from behind it Yoongi appeared. He didn’t look too happy and it was clear he’d overheard at least a little bit of what we’d been talking about.

“Jungkook, you’re needed downstairs.”

The bed beside me lightened considerably as he practically ran out of the room. I plucked up my courage and looked at Yoongi square in the face. Silence drifted between us and for a second, I thought there was something he may say, maybe finish the story Jungkook had been telling me. Instead, he nodded his head toward the wardrobe in my room.

“Get dressed and go downstairs. We don’t have all night.”

And with that, he disappeared down the hallway.

There was no need for makeup, but I still put on some thick, smoky eyeshadow to match my black jeans and shirt. Wanting to avoid sticky sweat hair, I pulled it into a low ponytail and grabbed the dark leather jacket from my corner chair.

Everyone was waiting for me when I finally arrived downstairs, but luckily they were too engrossed in last minute preparations to scold me for my tardiness.

“We’ll meet here if anything goes wrong. If you get attacked or hurt, go here then call out to the others using the code word,” Namjoon instructed confidently.

I peered over the shoulders of others to where the end of his finger rested. It was near my parents’ house, though I highly doubted they would be home. They’d made it a habit to escape to the middle of nowhere on Purge Night now that I was out of the house.

A mental note was made, just in case I happened to get separated from everyone else. I was still looking at the map when a soft “whoa” cut through the air.

Startled, I glanced up to see all eyes on me.

“Yeeees?” I asked, a little concerned by what I had or hadn’t done to warrant this attention.

“Okay, okay!” Jimin said, moving to stand in front of a still confused me. “Show’s over. Let’s get on the move.”

He began pushing the others toward the door and into the garage where our loaded transportation waited. When the room was finally empty, he turned to me and crossed his arms over his chest with a childish huff.

“Why did you have to dress like that?” he whined. “Why did you put on makeup? Why are your pants so tight? Why, why, why?”

His tone had changed to such a high pitched whine, I couldn’t help but snicker behind my hand.

“No time to change now. We should go,” I giggled.

His hand slipped into mine and we walked into the garage. Engines roared to life and the two vans pulled out first, with Jungkook hanging out of the passenger side window of one, waving at me.

Jimin stopped me before I reached Yoongi’s bike and pulled me close.

“Please be careful,” he whispered in my ear. “I don’t care what happens, if we get stuck, you run and get to safety. Don’t stop and help us. Do you understand?”

I understood, but that didn’t mean I would obey. I couldn’t just leave them behind in a dangerous situation and run for it. They had done so much to protect me in the spring. I would pay them back tonight and for the rest of my life if I had to.

“You worry too much,” I whispered into his neck.

He didn’t have to know I wouldn’t do what he said. It was better that he didn’t know. So I nuzzled into him and took in the scent of his skin before we parted just slightly. He placed a sweet, gentle kiss to my lips.

“Let’s go!” Yoongi called angrily, forcing us to pull apart.

I watched as Jimin got onto his bike and kicked it to life. I slipped behind Yoongi after pulling my weapon over my shoulder. The two nodded to one another and we slipped out into the night.

By the time we arrived in the city, the Purge sirens were ending their last warning wail and for a second, the silence was deafening.

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{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing...must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her...and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 27} {Part 28} {Part 29}

“...what did you just say?” Yoongi presented a somewhat perplexed look in response to your words, as Jungkook continued to lie on the floor; broken and beaten in too many ways to comprehend.

“I said; I’m here, Master” you spoke the words that sank Jungkook’s heart once more as you took a small step forward – never taking your fixated stare off Yoongi in the process. “I’m ready to serve you, as you see fit” you blinked gently, relaxing your features to a certain extent. Taehyung and Namjoon who were both still present just off to the right of you, remained completely and utterly dumbfounded; their mouths agape and their expressions one’s of pure disbelief. “...the binding of her soul has been completed...she’s a Vampire, and she answers to him now – but something’s not quite right...” Taehyung dwelt in his saddened thoughts as he looked down to Jimin – knowing that his time with his lover would surely come to an end shortly.

Yoongi let out a choked up cackle in his throat as he proceeded to throw his hands in the air – looking up to the high ceiling of the living room as he roared the sound of victory throughout the entire Manor. “I did it! I’ve done it – my precious (Y/N); I knew you wouldn’t disappoint...for a moment, I truly thought you weren’t strong enough to survive the change, but here you are...as perfect as ever” Yoongi stepped towards you – not knowing whether he should let his skin come into contact with yours – thus deciding on refraining until he had a chance to inspect you further.

“It’s all thanks to you, Master” your newly coloured, sand-like eyes twinkled as a flash of lightening lit up the dimly surrounded room. “I knew I had to come back to you, so I fought with every ounce of breath in my lungs” your voice took on a monotonous intonation as you observed a look of sheer happiness mixed with relief take place on Yoongi’s face. Jungkook – still lying on the floor as if it were his deathbed, looked into your eyes; trying to muster the energy to figure out why they were the glorious colour of the most exotic sand he had ever witnessed – but he had all but truly given up at this stage. “(Y/N)...can’t you see me? Can you not even spare one glance in my direction? What happened during your change?” he fought an internal battle of grief, confusion and self-pity as he begged you with his eyes to notice him.

Namjoon watched you carefully – how your body never even wavered; as if you were truly a statue standing before him with a manic stare fixed right on Yoongi. Every single Vampire in the room was clearly able to sense that you had gone through the change; but you were not natum lamia as any normal human should have been. “Is it because she’s a domitor? Do domitor’s have the power or ability to evade that stage?” he pondered, noticing how Yoongi’s bite marks on your delicate neck were non-existent; as if you had never been bitten to begin with.

In any other situation, you would have been terrified for your life – being in such close quarters with Yoongi; being able to almost reach out and touch him or smell the night air on the remainder of his leather jacket that was almost torn to shreds. But, this wasn’t just any situation. As you continued to let your body adjust to your surroundings, you took time to notice the vast changes that were taking place right in front of you; all the things you could sense, feel, hear, smell and almost predict as you stood in the room with the seven other Vampires. You didn’t need to look to the far end of the room to know that Hoseok was still alive and well – for you could hear his breathing loud and clear. You also didn’t need to go over beside Taehyung to look into his face to know that he was filled with undeniable levels of resentment and sadness as he held Jimin in his arms. “Jimin...it’s clear he hasn’t got much longer to live...and Jungkook is no different at this stage” you said inwardly as you desperately longed to turn your gaze to Jungkook.

“Jungkook...I know you must be confused. I know that you wish I’d acknowledge you. But – for now, you’ll just have to trust me. You trust me, right? Because I trust you; so, hold on for just a little longer...please?” you wish you could have verbalised these thoughts directly to Jungkook whose heart was pining for you in the most torturous way imaginable, but doing so would have blown your entire position. “Yoongi; let’s see how he fares when the hunter becomes the hunted. When the abuser becomes the abused; when the manipulator becomes the manipulated” you kept these quiet thoughts to yourself as you let a cherubic smile shine from your face into Yoongi’s. “He has no fucking idea what I’m planning...and unlike him, I won’t waste time in talking.” You concluded.

“Master – I thirst. I’m absolutely...ravenous” your voice dipped to a slightly lower octave as you told a bare-faced lie to Yoongi – who thought you were completely under his control. Since waking up, and since receiving copious amounts of information via your connected link with the sine nomine; you were certain of millions of things, however; only two interested you in that moment. One – Yoongi would have been expecting you to crave blood within minutes of waking as it was natural for new Vampires to do so; even though you really didn’t thirst at all – for what reason, was irrelevant right then. And two; you knew that if you didn’t help Jungkook, not only would he die of a broken heart, but you knew he needed blood...and you planned on giving him yours from the moment you sensed it.

Yoongi bit his lip tentatively, finding himself feeling rather aroused for the first time in what seemed like decades from the sultry, needy look for blood on you face and the tone of your wanton voice that sent his thoughts flying in all directions guttural. “Is that so? You’d like to take your first sip – right now?” he swooped in close to you – his lips almost ghosting the soft skin of your lobes that sent a shiver prancing across your shoulders involuntarily; however, you displayed no physical reaction except a nod, widening your eyes and licking your lips in false anticipation. “My sweet girl...how can I deny a creature as beautiful as you?” his voice almost sounded dainty and endearing as his eyes softened to look into yours – but you were no fool as to imagine he was being sincere.

“Please, Master...don’t tease me any longer” your voice pulled on Yoongi’s dead heartstrings as Jungkook felt overwhelmed with jealousy, hatred and downright bitterness for Yoongi; as he knew what was going to come next. “In the beginning, I had wondered why you were doing all of this when you planned on turning her anyway...and now, your intentions are more than apparent” Jungkook willingly let his body weight turn deathly heavy as he seemingly sank further into the wooden floor.

With a devilish smile, Yoongi cocked his left eyebrow as he trailed his line of sight over to Jungkook on the floor, before turning back to you and motioning towards the Prince’s lifeless body. “He won’t have much left in him at this stage; but why don’t you finish him off, hmm? I promise that afterwards when I get you alone, you can have all the blood you desire; for I’ll need you healthy and strong...” Yoongi’s gruff whisper only sickened you further as you would never in a million years even think about ‘being alone’ with him in any context. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist poetic justice, Yoongi. You are the most predictable being on this planet; how could you – a mere, pathetic rogue Vampire pass up the opportunity to have the Prince of the Eternal Kingdom’s remaining blood supply sucked dry by the one he loves? You could have offered Taehyung, Namjoon or any other soul in this room and you would have foiled my plans. But...your ambition far outweighs your talent for scheming; especially now, when it comes to me” you could have jumped for joy on the spot as you offered a low, respectful bow to Yoongi as means to thank him for so generously gifting you your first meal as a Vampire.

“Thank you so much, my Master” you responded, before slowly turning around to gaze upon Jungkook for the first time since awakening; and the mere sight of him almost tore you to pieces. “...Jungkook...” you inwardly whimpered as you observed how weak and fragile he looked – his ripped white shirt hanging off him like shreds of fabric over a corpse, his luscious raven hair now unkempt that gave him a feral appearance; and finally, the look of total annihilation and defeat on his face as he caught your gaze.

“...go on, my sweet girl~ It will come naturally to you once you place your lips to his neck” Yoongi watched you with eager eyes as you hovered over Jungkook’s body – knowing that the first time your fangs made an appearance would be a painful experience for you; which only excited him more. As you dropped to your knees beside the Prince pooled in blood, Taehyung – now with more tears in his eyes, couldn’t bear to watch as he looked away with his mouth in an open, flat line. Namjoon and Seokjin joined in on the spectacle as you carefully rolled Jungkook over on to his back with the soft pads of your fingertips, allowing you to get just a small grasp of your newfound omnipotent strength you possessed as you flipped him over gently with ease. “You’ve made this too easy for me Yoongi” you almost smiled, the position of having your back facing Yoongi ultimately giving you an extreme upper-hand as it left him blind to your front actions.

“Yes...yes, that’s it – go on...” Yoongi grinned as he found his breathing becoming more laboured in anticipation.

Jungkook lay as silent as a lamb, looking up into your shining, opulent face as he found himself unable to take his eyes off yours – how stunningly ethereal you looked in that moment. Never in a million years would he have wanted to admit that you looked even more captivating and prepossessing as a Vampire. “I wish I had the strength to vocalise so many things to you, (Y/N). But if I am to die...I’d rather it be like this. To be killed by the one you love; controlled by the one you loathe. If it wasn’t all so damned, it would be beautiful, in a way” Jungkook fully submitted and accepted what he thought was his inevitable end – offering you several, slow blinks as a single tear escaped him, trickling down his temples to mix with his hair on the floor.

“I suppose my act eluded even you, Jungkook” you smiled, as you placed your bare hand over his cheek; cupping it ever-so-gently. In that moment, to say that Jungkook felt the biggest, most spine-tingling shock in his life would have been a complete fabrication of reality; as once more, he felt the life and emotion that you had given him before...except this time, it was amplified by numbers uncharted.

“...(Y/N)?” Jungkook felt his skin heat up under your touch as you lowered your head – never taking your eyes away from his; hoping with all your might that he could understand what was truly going on. As Jungkook let a severely perplexed look wash over him, you very quietly opened and closed your mouth – motioning for him to mimic you in turn.

“She wants me to open my mouth? What on earth is going on?” Jungkook knitted his eyebrows close together, before seeing you flash him a warning sign with the use of your eyes – widening them to their full capacity. “...she’s...she’s not under his control...” the penny finally dropped for him as he knew that if you were truly bound to Yoongi, none of this would be happening. Deciding to put his full trust in you, Jungkook opened his mouth – not being able to comprehend why, but knowing that neither of you had anything to lose.

“Thank goodness...you understand” you could have cried with happiness – but instead, you proceeded to bite the insides of your own cheeks; tasting the blood that seeped through the fresh wounds in your mouth as you let it pool on your palate. “It’s a pity that Yoongi doesn’t know that domitor’s who become Vampires...do not ‘need’ the blood of other sentient beings to survive – as my own blood continues to flow through my body, and will continue to do so until the end of days” you quickly opened your mouth – letting your blood slip past your lips to drip down on to Jungkook’s with the knowledge of the sine nomine flowing through your entire existence. At first, Jungkook’s immediate reaction was to resist, but as your blood came into contact with his taste buds; allowing him to savour the spell-bounding taste of you – soaking up the enchanting consistency and warmth of your blood...it was like liquid gold to him.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bite him!” an impatient Yoongi raised his voice from behind you – wanting to relish in victory that was the death of his Prince.

“Yes, Master – sorry, Master” you replied, before lowering your face even further into the crook of Jungkook’s neck.

“...bite me” you whispered the quietest whisper into Jungkook’s ear as you proceeded to place your lips over his neck, but instead of biting him; you began kissing his skin over and over. It was in that moment, Jungkook didn’t know all the ins and outs of what you were capable of; but he knew exactly why you wanted him to do such a thing. “She...she’s saving me – her blood will act as consumed blood to replenish me” he finally understood why you let your blood drip into his mouth a few seconds ago; to give him enough strength to be able to feed off of you.

You shut your eyes tight; expecting to feel the same excruciating pain inflicted upon you, courtesy of Yoongi before your death. Only this time – you felt little to no discomfort as you made sure your shoulder was angled in such a way that hid Jungkook’s fangs from Yoongi as they entered you – puncturing your skin and letting the rich, aromatic blood from your veins fill his mouth that slid down his throat as smooth as honey. Jungkook rolled his eyes back – his body stiffening and softening as he drank you down, knowing that he didn’t need much to sustain him from the pure potency of your blood. The vicious Vampire inside of him wished to continue sipping on your fountain of life; and you would have been lying if you didn’t admit to the slight pleasure of feeling him suckling on your skin – taking everything you had to offer in order to nourish himself that made you feel on top of the world. But, with the way you kissed him so tenderly; Jungkook’s pure love for you and all things he held morally correct allowed him to retract his fangs from your skin as he felt his energy levels quickly solidifying and building within him once again.

Yoongi watched you with hopeful eyes as he observed the way you moved your head from side to side – giving him the illusion of you ripping into Jungkook’s main artery; alongside the fact that Jungkook’s body was pulsating in response. “Yes...yes that’s it – until the very last drop...” he pursed his lips together while stealing a glance back at Namjoon who found the sight of you similar to that of a car crash – in which, he couldn’t look away. The sounds produced by Jungkook’s suckling – mixed with the trickling of your blood only further added to the spectacle you were successfully performing; sounds which ignited fiery happiness within Yoongi – and chilly sombreness within Taehyung.

Jungkook continued to lay there once he had taken his fill, feeling his power slowly coming back to him while simultaneously loving the way your lips felt against his neck. “I don’t know what she has become, but she’s still my (Y/N); yet – what is she scheming?” he silently questioned your intentions as you gently pulled away from him, giving him a secret smile; for his eyes only. “I can’t tell you right now Jungkook; but I hope you’ll follow my lead...” you rose to your feet, seeing Jungkook close his eyes as he remained looking all but lifeless on the floor; creating the illusion that he was barely alive.

“You should keep drinking (Y/N) – until he’s bone dry~” you heard Yoongi’s voice command you from behind – a sound that made the petty hate inside you build like a tidal wave ready to wreak havoc in its path. “Get back down there and eat your fill of him!” once more, his voice almost sounding like nails on a chalkboard to you at this stage. “You have no idea what you’ve done, Yoongi. It’s time for me to end this now.” you thought, smirking to yourself as you turned around to face Yoongi and the others.

“I think I’ve had enough for now. I’m good – thanks, though” you replied with sickly-sweet smile – a bold and daring look dancing in your sand eyes that took Yoongi aback. You observed him flinch at your words of defiance; alongside Namjoon, Seokjin and Taehyung who all looked like they had just witnessed something so unbelievable, it was almost comical to you.

Yoongi stared back at you – almost wondering if you were just making a sarcastic joke; but he knew from the way your smile dropped, and the way that your eyes glared at him as if he were the vilest thing to inhabit the earth – that you were being deadly serious. “How dare you be so disobedient? I’m your Master...and I said – get back down on your fucking knees and kill him!” he raised his voice menacingly, but you never flinched in response. Instead, you continued staring him down – and this time, you weren’t afraid.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi” you paused to let a slight chuckle pass your lips – watching high levels of rage take place on his face. “You see; when you read your pathetic ‘book’ that claimed to know everything about how domitors would be when they change...it’s apparent that it failed to inform you that domitors cannot be owned. To put it in simpler terms so that even someone as thick headed as you can understand; I don’t belong to anyone. I am my own Master. You bit me, killed me...and then you played right into my hands. What do they call this position we’re in? Hmm? Oh...that’s right. Check- mate!” you whispered your last sentence so viciously that it caused shivers to run down Namjoon’s spine; half impressed, half terrified by you. “She...she tricked him into thinking she was his? Why?” he still found himself confused, as Taehyung sat with his mouth wide open; the shock of everything becoming almost too much for him at this stage. It was at this point; you could very clearly hear the sound of whirring helicopter blades in the very far distance just north of the Manor – but you knew that you were the only one that could hear it...as your prowess and senses far outweighed and surpassed any of the male Vampires’ around you.

“But...no – why would you – how did you –“

“Why would I pretend to be bound to you? How did I come back, not as natum lamia, but as a fully fledged, Vampire-domitor­ hybrid?” you cut Yoongi off abruptly, not wanting to waste any more of your precious time on listening to his useless words. “I’m afraid I don’t have all evening to stand here and inform you of all the smaller details. I’m not your teacher; I don’t owe you any kind of explanation at all. Yet – I think it would be easier to show you why I wasn’t completely honest with you...calling you Master...” the mere word itself almost made you vomit up the non-existent contents of your empty stomach, as you reeled in joy at the look of absolute catastrophe and frustration Yoongi was giving you.

“Why don’t you get up off that dirty floor...Jungkook?” you never took your eyes off your opponent, as you heard Jungkook near silently rise to his feet within half a second – before he was directly behind you; his chin just above your shoulder as he joined you in glaring at a very confused, very angry and very pissed off Yoongi.

“...what the fu...how are you? What? You – you should be at deaths door; how are you able to stand?!” Yoongi’s face almost turned a deep shade of red with how enraged he was as you observed one of his veins in his forehead protrude, watching him ball his fists up so tightly that you were sure his bones would crumble beneath the pressure he was subjecting them to.

“Don’t tell me...(Y/N); did she let Jungkook feed from her? How is this possible?” Taehyung’s brain began working faster than the speed of light despite his dying lover in his arms. “Unless – domitors, when turned...they are still able to produce their own blood?...that means – she doesn’t need blood to survive. (Y/N)...my good god, what on earth have you become?” he continued to come up with his own theories. Despite that, both he and Namjoon were relieved to see Jungkook still alive and more than apparently well as he took his place behind you. “She...she saved him with her own blood” Namjoon thought quietly at the image of you both together, as he began backing up towards where Taehyung and Jimin were on the ground; for he knew that some kind of altercation was about to unfold, and his gut instinct told him that he was absolutely no match for your power that they could all feel vibrating in the air around them.

“How dare you lie to me!” Yoongi spat at you with such fury, fire burning in his eyes as he felt himself lose any and all control of his composure. “Who do you think you are? I made you; I am the one who gave you your rebirth...you belong to me!” a double strike of lightening crashed to the ground outside that lit up the whole room like a ball of illumination. “I’m giving you one last chance...come to me and I’ll let you live.”

Just as you were about to respond, you flicked your eyes across to the broken window at the sound of a helicopter getting closer; the helicopter in question belonging to none other than Jungkook’s mother and father. You looked to the conscious faces in the room; Yoongi, Seokjin, Namjoon, Taehyung, and finally – you looked over your shoulder to Jungkook; knowing from the look on their faces that all of them were able to hear it now. As a final nail in the coffin, you spoke up directly to Yoongi, knowing that he was most likely feeling trapped like nothing more than a mere rat.

“The day I ever come to you, is the day that the sun will rise in the west and set in the east. I would sooner die than ever, ever associate with the likes of a monster like you” you spoke without a quiver in your voice – and you could feel Jungkook’s hand as it rested on the small of your back; a constant, guiding reassurance that spoke volumes of comfort and love to you, as if he was whispering “I’m right behind you. I’m always here.”

Feeling like he had nothing more to lose, except the last ounce of any remaining sanity within him, Yoongi let out a violent roar as he proceeded to lunge at you, with every intention of tearing you from limb to limb. “She thinks she can just take everything away from me? Everything I’ve worked so hard to accomplish...my life’s work for the past thirteen years? I won’t go down like this...and if I must; I’ll take her with me” was all he could think as he went to begin sprinting towards you to grab you in his hands. But – just as he did, he felt himself become firmly routed to the ground; unable to move a muscle, as if he were paralysed from the neck down.

“What the fuck? What? What’s happening to me?!” Yoongi screamed as he continuously attempted to move his body; but to no avail.

“...is that you doing that?” Jungkook whispered into your ear, astounded by the sight of Yoongi completely and utterly powerless in front of him. Jungkook watched your head as you slowly nodded at his words, keeping your concentration intensely focused on Yoongi, as you held him in place with nothing more than the power of your mind.

“How are you doing that?” Jungkook asked, sounding both amazed and intrigued as Yoongi continued to struggle due to your effortless control, while Namjoon and Taehyung passed side glances of disbelief to each other.

“I’m - I’m not quite sure. I just...wanted to make him stop; and this is what happened” you whispered back, telling the gods honest truth as you got used to the feeling of the telekinetic, physical manipulation you possessed becoming easier for you to handle as the seconds went on. The next thing you knew, you spied Seokjin from just behind Yoongi – attempting to make a break for the living room doors in the hopes of getting away from you and the King and Queen’s arrival.

“Not today, sunshine” you narrowed your eyes, as you raised your hand and flicked it sideways mid-air; causing Seokjin to follow your far-away movements in the form of him being vaulted across the room; his body slamming against the far wall as he fell down in a heap beside Hoseok; alive, but unconscious. “That’s for the beating you gave Jungkook” you fumed inwardly, not able to stop the pettiness inside you from getting the best of your own emotions. Instantly, Namjoon stood in front of Taehyung and Jimin, almost in a protective stance. “These two...I can’t let them be caught in the firing line. (Y/N)...whatever power it is that you have, I hope you’re able to control it well” he thought as he proceeded to set himself up as a meat shield for both Vampires on the ground; completely abandoning his position as Yoongi’s servant.

“Nngh!” Yoongi let out inaudible, nonsensical words of frustration and strife as he continued to try and struggle away from your telekinetic hold on him. “Let me go, you fucking bitch! Just wait ‘till I get over there...I’ll make you sorry you were ever born!” he screamed unapologetically. It was then that Yoongi watched you take a step forward, inching yourself closer to him to get a good look into his tormented face.

“You say that as if you haven’t already given me reason to wish I was dead...” you tilted your head sideways at him, giving him a serious, sobering look that seemingly held his attention. “Has your memory escaped you? Or did you just choose to ignore the fact that you murdered my parents? You damn near murdered my younger brother too...had it not of been for Jungkook’s father and your father” you let your venomous words spill out of your mouth like clouds of toxic smoke from a volcano about to erupt. “You...you took everything away from me. You took my family, my childhood...my entire life. You stole everything that was precious to me...and you almost took Jungkook away from me too. And now...you’re going to suffer for your sins” you let out a menacing roar upon the tone of your voice increasing in volume; a shrill that seemed to shake the walls of the Manor from its reverberation. “Not only that...but what about Taehyung? Did you forget about him? Did you forget about how you bit Jimin and left him for dead? Did you forget about how – just before you killed me...you took away the only thing that your brother has ever held so dearly?” you kept edging yourself closer and closer as you listened to the sound of Jimin’s heartbeat becoming so slow, you knew he had but a few moments to live.

You watched Yoongi as he pitifully twisted and struggled in agony, trying desperately to break free of the invisible shackles you had him bound to. In just a few short seconds, all of your past flooded your mind; the pain you felt when you were told your parents were dead, the grief that filled your childhood in the aftermath of Yoongi’s destruction. You thought back to the day when Cassidy was taken away to live out the rest of his days surrounded by the white walls of a psychiatric hospital and all of the guilt and shame you felt in the years to follow. How you always had to lie to everyone you met; how you always had to hide your true feelings and your true self from each person that tried to be close with you. You thought about the ways in which Yoongi could have used you to continue doing those things to the masses of innocence. And most painfully, you thought about how Yoongi had singlehandedly taken away the only thing that Taehyung loved more than anything else in the world – his beautiful, gentle Jimin who now lay moments away from his untimely death.

“You...are a cancer to this earth. But I...I am the cure. I should end you right here, right now” you squinted at him in disgust – the sight of his beautiful – yet pathetic face right before yours, within inches of your grasp, ready to be decimated by you.

“He deserves this more than anyone I have ever known...and I should have had the back-bone to have done so, a long time ago...(Y/N); I won’t stop you” Jungkook spoke lowly into your ear from behind, as if he was almost egging you on to take Yoongi apart right there and then.

Without hesitation, you let out a vexed scream as you raised your hands to Yoongi’s chest; before ripping open the remainder of his leather jacket and black shirt underneath; discarding the fabric to the floor and exposing his bare, upper torso before you. You listened to Yoongi as he screamed, whimpered and shamefully spat vile, crude words to you as you watched his chest rising and falling to accommodate his heavy – almost terrified breathing. In many ways, a part of you felt accomplished; having made him so scared that he cried out like a child to be let go. But something held you back – almost like instinct inside of you, as you recalled the sine nomine’s words from earlier.

“To err is human, to forgive; divine” – you didn’t really know what they had meant at that time, but now, it seemed more than apparent what the sine nomine was getting at. “I am a domitor. I am someone who gives live...not someone who takes it. Who...who am I to play god? If I kill Yoongi now...am I the same as he? Will this vicious cycle of pain continue? Killing him won’t bring back my parents...but does he deserve to live? And is that choice mine to make?” you felt your heart wavering as you clearly observed nothing less than true fear radiate from Yoongi in that moment.

“...I’m not like you, Yoongi. In fact, I’d say that you and I...we are as much alike as day and night” you whispered – your face so close to his that he could feel your warm breath on his chin.

“The fuck do you m-mean?” he stammered back at you – even Jungkook becoming slightly confused at your words.

“I’m going...to give you something that you took from me. Something that you never had in the first place to be able to appreciate. And I give it to you; willingly” was all you said, before you lunged forwards to him – pressing your chest against his; the exposed skin above the low neckline of your dress coming into direct contact with him...before enveloping him in your embrace as you wrapped your bare arms around his torso. The next thing that happened was equally mesmerising as it was unbelievable, as Jungkook widened his eyes at your actions. Every Vampire in the room could feel the life you were passing into Yoongi; they could clearly see the love and forgiveness that radiated from your body on to his as if it were a direct transfer of energy from one soul to another. Taehyung sat completely spellbound as he watched a glowing aura of gentle yellow circle both you and Yoongi; while Namjoon found himself feeling emotional for what reasons; he didn’t know. The atmosphere and feeling in the room was near galactic in many aspects as you continued to swaddle Yoongi close – feeling him breathing heavily in the crook of your neck; hearing him whimper, moan and pant as your energy surged through him like an unstoppable tidal wave. Yoongi could hardly think – he wasn’t sure if he was even breathing in that moment as all he could feel was you...and guilt.

Jungkook continued to watch and observe the impact of your power as he found himself listening to what appeared to be deafening white noise; as all ambience seemed to vacate the air around him. Quickly, he shot his eyes over to Namjoon and Taehyung; seeing Namjoon rubbing his ears in an attempt to try and hear anything other than nothing. “(Y/N)...this...this power of yours; it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt” Taehyung thought quietly as he witnessed what no other Vampire had ever witnessed on earth before. For a few seconds, Taehyung couldn’t help but think about how the tables had turned between you and Jungkook; how he was the one protecting you...and now you were the one protecting them all.

“My (Y/N)...how beautiful, how powerful...and how amazing and tenacious you are. Although I haven’t the foggiest idea of what you’re doing...I trust you. I trust that you’re doing the right thing” Jungkook breathed deeply, as you retracted your arms from Yoongi and proceeded to draw a breath of your own; one that seemed to last for an eternity as everyone slowly began collecting their proper audio again – as if you were the one that had been distorting it from the beginning. No sooner had you let go of him, Yoongi dropped to his knees on the floor, still breathing like he had been gasping for air for the longest time...as he felt something change within him.

“What is this? What...what am I feeling?” he murmured inwardly; with the prominent sensation of every emotion coursing through his veins all at once. “She...she gave me my emotions back?!” Yoongi shut his eyes tightly; wanting to give into the gift you bestowed on him, but also wanting to remain the stubborn rogue Vampire he has been finessing within himself for well over a decade in solitude. “No...not this; anything but this!” he battled, but his efforts were futile, and not only could he not resist the power of a domitor...but no Vampire would ever be able to resist a Vampire-domitor­ hybrid. It was then that Yoongi felt guilt, shame and resentment towards himself smack him right in his face like a cold, dead fish. All of his wrong doings, all of his unfair judgements – the humans he had ruthlessly murdered in cold blood, the mistreatment of those who relied on him, and most of all; his only brother, whom he had betrayed beyond any words any one of you could have uttered.

It was apparent to all who witnessed the entire scene, that Yoongi had just received his emotions; but it was also apparent that there was something very different about him indeed. Jungkook watched you as you knelt down to your knees – placing your hand over Yoongi’s perspired face...as his features began changing; as if it was becoming older – leaving his youthful image behind.

“Thirteen years ago, you manipulated my brother into letting you into my home. You took my parents lives...and in turn, you took my life too. But not in the way that most people would expect it. You took joy, happiness, safety and security away from me, and you never even batted an eyelid to the damage you had caused. And tonight; you really went the extra mile...by actually taking my life” you paused, caressing his cheek every-so-gently...seeing real tears escape Yoongi as he sobbed uncontrollably at the raw reality of your words with his emotions fully intact.

“At first, I couldn’t understand why you had no remorse...even as a Vampire. Even as a Vampire whom I touched as a young girl that caused all this maddening mess to begin with. But now...now I understand” you spoke softly, as Taehyung finally understood what was going on – being able to feel his only brothers life force begin to slowly slip away. “Yoongi...he’s not a Vampire any more. He’s...he’s human...”, before everyone else who was still conscious felt it too, leaving Namjoon and Jungkook at an unbelievable loss for words at how you were able to reverse the effects of Vampirism with a single embrace.

“Yoongi...I wanted to inflict so much pain upon you that you would suffer the most excruciating death, and I would have happily watched, too. But then I realised that the only way for me to live with this for the rest of my eternal life...is to give you the very thing you stole from me. And that – as you can feel...is life; in its true form.”

Yoongi cried out in nothing less than pain as he felt his bones weaken – feeling himself age drastically in a matter of seconds; feeling all of his youthful, superhuman strength get reduced to the strength of an elderly man who had been evading death for too long; eluding the reaper of souls for one year too many.

“Since my brother has outlived the average lifespan of a human man...he’s ageing a mile a moment now. He’ll die...of natural causes; (Y/N)...you were meant to be his weapon, his reaper of human and Vampire souls alike. But, you figured out a way to keep this world safe...without having his blood on your hands...” Taehyung found himself gripping tighter on to Jimin as he finally understood that your newfound power was absolutely limitless. A large part of Taehyung felt relieved for the simple reason that his brother was dangerous; out of control and more hostile than any wild animal that prowled the earth. He even felt grateful that his brother could be laid to rest like this; rather than being torn apart in front of the Eternal Kingdom’s council and having to witness his mother and father weeping for their eldest son’s death. But, a very small part of him – was causing his heart to break even more than it already had, as he looked down to Jimin; almost departed from the world. “You’re evil, Yoongi. But...you will always be my brother.” he wept silently, drowning in his sorrows in the form of his tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

Namjoon watched with fearful eyes at the sight of you looking into Yoongi’s face, touching his cheek as his life force continued to dwindle away. He couldn’t fathom why – but he held you in such a high respect, even though he knew that the same end would probably meet him sooner rather than later; for he too had committed crimes against humanity. “...and I will accept my crimes head on” he vowed, no matter the cost. Even though Namjoon had only been acting under his Master’s orders, Namjoon stood firm in his belief of accepting responsibility for his wrongdoings – and it was mostly thanks to your touch that allowed him to feel remorse and regret once more.

Gently, you hushed Yoongi’s weakened cries and pleas for relief as he slowly became quieter and more docile; in comparison to the viciousness he had displayed just moments ago. As you felt his time drawing closer to the end, Yoongi opened his mouth – his face the face of an aged old man on his deathbed; attempting to utter his final words to those who were willing to listen.

“I...I’m sorry” he croaked, looking up into your sand coloured eyes as he gripped his chest for dear life. You nodded reassuringly in response – even though he was the one person you despised more than anything else.

“I know” you blinked slowly, watching him try to angle his face to look at Taehyung, seeing his eyes fall upon Jimin, too.

“I’m sorry... my brother. Tae...c-can you forgive...me?” Yoongi’s voice was frail, broken and weak as he attempted to hold on just long enough to hear Taehyung’s answer.

“...” Taehyung’s words escaped him; and before he could think of anything to say....you all felt Yoongi slip away as his body returned to ashes on the ground before you; leaving only his remaining clothes laying where he once occupied, as you thought quietly, “Every living thing must die someday – ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.”

“I’m sorry it had to end this way” Taehyung sniffled through his tears; truly feeling more alone than he had ever felt in all his years alive. “I’m sorry for not being able to forgive you, brother” he shut his eyes tightly, burying his face into Jimin’s neck and crying uncontrollably – completely and utterly inconsolable.

You sat still for a moment, taking a few seconds to fill your lungs with the fresh air that swept into the living room through the broken window. “I hope I made the right decision” you brooded in silence. In the beginning, you had only sought to selfishly seek your own revenge, but upon remembering why you were created, along with the majestic words of the sine nomine; you had to think about everyone who would have been affected by Yoongi’s madness – for you knew he was too far gone to be saved, even from himself. “If I gave him the death I had only ever dreamt about...I would be no better than him.” You had concluded within yourself; but there was no time to sit around and lament over Yoongi, for you knew that there was just one other thing you needed to do. You stood up immediately – feeling dizzy and sick, as the reversal of the effect of Vampirism had seemingly taken a large portion of your power; leaving you fatigued and drowsy.

“Careful!” Jungkook quickly caught you – saving you from the fall to the floor as he held you firmly in his arms.

“T-take me to Jimin; he doesn’t have long” you murmured through your weak state, before Jungkook instantly complied with your wishes and carried you in his arms over towards Taehyung and Jimin; with Namjoon quickly stepping aside with curious eyes to give you enough room – for what he was giving you room for, he didn’t know.

Jungkook set you down gently in front of them, clearly being able to see Taehyung’s distraught, reddened eyes as he had been crying out his entire heart and soul in the wake of losing his brother, and the thought of losing his lover. You didn’t know exactly what you could do; if you could do anything at all, as you looked into Taehyung’s face – feeling tremendous amounts of guilt about everything.

“Taehyung...I’m so, so sorry for everything; I never meant for any of this to happen...” you reached out to touch his hand on top of Jimin’s, feeling him clutch on to yours for dear life. “He...he had to be stopped...and I didn’t know how else to-“

“You did the best you could in the time you were given. And I could never hate you. Not even for that” Taehyung winced, stopping your speech as he looked back down to Jimin. “But...I think you’re out of time when it comes to my Jimin. He doesn’t have the strength to drink from you like Jungkook did; (Y/N)...he’s really going to die, isn’t he?”

The pain in Taehyung’s voice hurt you like a thousand knives in your heart as you felt yourself tearing up, hating that you didn’t know what you could do with the power you had left. “I...I’ve never done any of this before, but it can’t hurt to try, right?” you placed your hands on Jimin, trying to focus on whatever strength you had inside you as you prayed for a miracle to appear out of nowhere while Jungkook held on to your shoulders; hiding his face away from his cousin as he joined you both in weeping; his heart as heavy as can be – all sorts of things whizzing through his mind, including his pondering of your unplanned pregnancy with him as he still hoped with all his might that maybe...just maybe you could both still have that future together.

“If you don’t try – I lose him. If you try and nothing works, I’ll still lose him. Please (Y/N)...please try anything...” Taehyung almost choked as you all knew Jimin had but seconds, before he would slip from your world into the next.

You took a deep breath, drowning out everything around you as you focused hard on Jimin in front of you. You took in all the little aspects of him – his dampened golden locks from his clammy skin, his eyes that had long closed and his plump lips that almost looked blue due to the effects of the toxins in his body. As you concentrated, you found your hands making their way to the knife that was still buried deep within Jimin’s chest; hearing a voice telling you “Remove the knife; place your hands on his chest...we will help you...”

“Sine nomine?” you said out loud, not being aware of the innocent, strange looks you got off of Taehyung, Namjoon and Jungkook as they all still remained ignorant of your conversation with the ones who placed domitors on the earth. Carefully, you removed the knife from Jimin, watching the rest of his blood pump very slowly out of his wound before placing your hands over his gaping laceration.

“Oh god, Jimin...please...” Taehyung whispered, watching you press down on Jimin as you continued to mumble words that made absolutely no sense to anyone. Ultimately, you had no idea what you were doing; if it was going to make a difference at this stage or not. But something inside you told you to trust your instincts, to trust what was coming naturally to you as once again, you felt a strange entity of power leave your body, and enter Jimin’s.

“Come on...” you prayed, hearing the faint, slow beating of Jimin’s heart remain unchanged.

“Come on! Come on Jimin...don’t...don’t give up on us now!” you pressed down on him with all your might...before at long last, all of you heard the sound of Jimin’s heart increasing in speed.

“...Jimin?!” Taehyung raised his voice in a hopeful manner as Jungkook kept his hands on you, sensing that you were about to pass out from the way your own heart began beating dangerously fast as it drummed behind your ribcage. Jungkook couldn’t know for sure if the change had caused you to lose the baby, but he still held on to hope – and in doing so, such events like passing out from exhaustion weren’t good for anyone; including Vampires – hybrid or not.

“(Y/N)! Take it easy...” Jungkook called out, squeezing your shoulders forcefully in an attempt to get you to stop, but you persisted like wildfire, despite his protests.

“Jimin, you HAVE to live...please; open your eyes...please...” you begged the sine nomine to do the impossible, to allow Jimin to cheat death just this once. “You sacrificed yourself to save me...and now I have to save you, no matter what. So please, please wake up...”

And as if there truly was a God that had been listening to your every prayer – as you felt your eyes start to roll back, and as you felt yourself just about to pass out; at the last second, you saw Jimin – confirming to everyone that you had just done the impossible, as his eyes shot open all of a sudden as if he had just been shocked back to life with a defibrillator.

“...she brought him back! I can’t believe it!” Namjoon stood above you all in awe while you truly let deep sleep take over your entire body that caused you to collapse backwards into the safety of Jungkook’s arms...

...before Serrena and Jeonju – accompanied by the rest of Jungkook’s family, came bursting through the Manor doors.

{...to be continued...}

[bangtangurlarmy]

Wings [Part 35] || Taehyung

IMPROMPTU MORNING

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary - Yoongi and Namjoon seem to be trapped in a dungeon that only Yoongi knows the way out of. On the other hand, Taehyung looks forward to a glorious day when he wakes up with you right beside him. But what floats across his mind when he realizes something important? Something relating to his transformation to a mortal?

Prologue ; Part 34

Yoongi hissed as his eyes snapped open at the burning sensation that pricked at his skin by his wrists, making him look at them, only to find them cuffed in metal hand cuffs, his body propped against a wall. With as much movement that wasn't restrained, he attempted to look around and found Namjoon's unconscious body against the wall opposite him. 

'Joon?' Yoongi whispered as quietly as he could, staring at his head which hung unpleasantly. He could see the blisters formed at Namjoon's wrists, but what he saw when Namjoon let out a groan and shifted his head pressed all the air our of his lungs.

Namjoon's shirt was ripped, almost shredding, as gashes trailed all around his torso and stomach, like he had been whipped. Yoongi's eyes widened, and he almost forgot that he too was chained as he made an attempt to plunge forward to reach Namjoon, but caught himself at the right moment. 

'Namjoon, don't die on me man. Wake up!' Yoongi hissed, as he couldn't raise his voice, which would alarm anybody who was nearby that he was awake.

Namjoon groaned again, his head lulling from one side to the other, his eyes barely open, his breath shallow and broken. Then Yoongi heard footsteps: enough to raise his heart through the roof, as his head snapped to the direction of the dungeon door, the lock being fiddled with as the person on the other side attempted to unlock it.

Taehyung woke up to a glorious morning, and an even much glorious view by his side, as he turned his head towards you, his lips tugging into one of the most genuine smiles he'd mustered throughout his life span. His hand found your cheek, the pads of his fingers ever so softly brushing away the stray strands of hair away from you face which glowed beautifully from last night's session. He felt heat rush to his cheeks as he reminisced over last night's memories, playing them over and over again, until you shifted from his grip, turning around to expose your glorious back to him.

Although you were fast asleep, he had plans for waking you up in ways he always imagined to, but with the situation at hand, it would have to wait. Instead, he pressed his hand firmly against the back of your shoulder, before dragging it down the length of your spine, and back up to the nape of your neck, his fingers unintentionally tickling you under your chin. You squirmed, and he noticed goosebumps rising on the surface of your forearms as he continued the same motion, soon stirring you awake.

'Good morning, my love.' Taehyung whispered into your ear, your eyes fluttering open instantly at the hot breath that fanned against your skin. Your bodies laid attached for a few moments longer, your back still facing him before you decided to turn around, your hand rising to rest on his waist. 

'Good morning,' You smiled up at him, shyness very evident in your voice as you nuzzled your face into his neck, not wanting him to see your bright red tainted cheeks. His chest vibrated in a hearty laughter as he pressed you closer against him, as though he were feeling you for one last time. 

He pulled away to look at your face, 'Did you sleep well?' He asked as he searched your eyes for any trace or signs of lack of rest. You nodded, not trusting your voice wholly. 

'You?' You whispered, as you looked through your lashes, up at him. And he could've sworn, if he were standing, his legs would've turned to jelly as his heart fluttered at the adorable sight. He chuckled, nodding his head, mirth in his eyes as he pressed a long kiss on your forehead. 

'We should get up, don't you think?' You said as his hand found yours, interwining his fingers with yours and staring at them, like they were a sight to behold. He hummed, his large hand still playing with yours, before pulling them to his lips, and placing saccharine kisses on each of your knuckles. You blushed, and he noticed, his eyes holding a certain tenderness as he watched you. 

You leaned up and gave a quick peck on his lips before turning around and grabbing a shirt from the floor, which turned out to be Taehyung's, pulling it over your head and walking to the bathroom to freshen yourself up.

"I could honestly get used to seeing her in my clothes any day...or without it." He spoke telepathically, making you gasp lightly before turning around to face him, 'I can hear you, Taehyung.' Making his eyes widen with realization before you let out a giggle and stepped into the bathroom.

In an hour, both of you had pulled on fresh clothes, which were (by incredible chance) already available in the closet of the room. You managed to walk in the baggy sweatshirt and shorts while Taehyung found just the right fit, the pants being slightly short for him. 

You walked into the kitchen hand in hand with his, a red eyed Jin at the table with a cup of coffee than had long gone cold, sitting as still as a corpse. 

'Jin!' You left Taehyung's hand and rushed to him, you kneeling by Jin's side as Taehyung grabbed a chair beside him. Jin looked at you, a faint smile on his lips before staring into space again.

'Jin...what's wrong? Didn't you sleep last night?' You asked as you ran a comforting hand down the length of his arm when an embarrassing thought struck you: 'Did...did we keep you up?' You looked at Taehyung who sent you an amused looked before shifting your gaze back to Jin.

'He's been in the kitchen since last night, Y/N.' Jungkook's voice sounded as he walked in along with Jimin. You couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh of relief that it wasn't last night's activities that had kept him up. But then your relief was soon replaced by worry, 'Jinie, why didn't you sleep?' 

Then you saw his eyes getting pooled with tears, before his lips began quivering violently and a sob escaped his lips, his hands wrapping around your neck and hugging you for some comfort, as your heart broke at the sudden break down. He was worried sick about Namjoon...that's what kept him up. 

'Hey, Namjoon will be back, don't worry.' You rubbed his back comfortingly while he tightened his grip around your shoulders, your knees hurting from kneeling on the tiles for too long, but you didn't complain. 

Just then, a thought occurred to Taehyung which caused his heart to begin beating rapidly. His thoughts scrambled around to find a well anchored harbor but failed, making him stand up abruptly.

'Jungkook,' Jungkook's head turned to Taehyung who walked across him, 'Can you please come with me?'

[Part 36 on Thursday]

[btsboiz-blog]

How To Be Perfect Men (Part 4)

How To Be Perfect Men (Part 4)

Pairing: reader x hoseok (ft. all of bts)

Genre: romance/fluff, slight angst, college au

Summary:  Hoseok and his friends come up with a detailed guide on how to ‘get the girl’ based on past experiences. He ends up using the guide to win you over. What neither of you realize, is that you’re more similar than meets the eye.

Word Count: 1064

part 4 / 9

(ONE) (TWO) (THREE) (FOUR)

loosely based on this song

“You got it bad, Jimin.” Namjoon said, chuckling to make things a little less awkward. He never knew that Jimin was such a softie for Sujin.

“Tell me ‘bout it.” Jimin sighed once, putting his face in his hands. “Can we go do something? Let’s go out and have fun!” He stood up, and walked to the mirror, checking himself out. Just a little bit. He had to be ready in case he saw Sujin and her new man.

“Go where?” Jin asked, checking the time on his phone. It was still relatively early, so it’s not like they could go party or anything.

“Let’s go to a club or something!” Jimin answered, turning to face Jin.

And that’s when Jungkook interjected. “Have you forgotten that I’m not of age?” He frowned. “I’m still 19.”

“Yep, we know, you’re a baby. We get it.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m really feeling Mexican food.”

“I second that.” Hoseok stood up, shoving the notebook in his backpack. Everyone gathered their belongings as they headed out to a small Mexican restaurant just off campus. The group of boys decided to walk, and they joked the whole way. Hoseok was grateful that despite the heavy topic recently, they were still able to have fun and set a light mood.

Though the entire group had only become friends recently, it felt like they’d been friends for years. Jimin, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook had all known each other since high school, some being closer to each other than others. Hoseok met Yoongi and Jin during his freshman year of college. Over the most recent summer, the groups had gotten together during a lame party and ever since then, they’d been close.

As they entered the restaurant, the bell above the door ringing, they were greeted with glorious smells of spices. When they sat down, a voice crept up on them. “Can I get you guys anything to….” The waitress’ voice trailed off as her eyes fell on Yoongi who was desperately trying to hide his face in his menu.

“Oh, hello Yoongi. So, this is what you meant by you were ‘too busy with work’?” The boys kept looking between Yoongi and the waitress, waiting for him to say something.

“Leave it alone.” Yoongi murmured, attempting to drop the situation right there. He didn’t want the guys to ask him any questions because it was a thing of the past. “I’ll take a water.” The rest of the bunch could sense the tension, so they ordered their drinks following Yoongi. When the waitress left, they stared at Yoongi waiting for him to explain what had just happened.

Yoongi hadn’t looked up from the menu yet, but he could tell that all the eyes at the table were on him. “Don’t think about it too much.” Was all he said, malice rolling off his tongue like second nature.

“What was that all about?” Jungkook ignored Yoongi. “I think this calls for storytime, anyone else agree?”

Two dates in and Yoongi was already falling for this girl. He thought she was absolutely beautiful and intelligent, and they had a lot in common. He didn’t know why he was feeling stressed and panicked, but when he broke things off with her, it didn’t go so well.

It was a week after their second date. He’d become more distant, despite feeling more for her than ever. It wasn’t intentional, or maybe it was, but Yoongi had just become so worried about school and focusing on side tasks that he’d completely forgotten about her. She had texted him throughout the entire week and he’d ignored almost every text and call from her.

[11:03PM] ♥: Yoongi, you haven’t texted me back for a week. Is everything okay, did I do something wrong?

[11:45PM] Yoongi: I’m busy right now. I’ll text you later.

He’d waited and waited and came to realize that he’d put it off for too long. He had to tell her that things weren’t going anywhere. Though he felt bad, he knew that it would reduce the weight hanging on his shoulders.

[12:55AM] Yoongi: Are you still awake?

[12:56AM] ♥: Yes I’m awake

[1:24AM] Yoongi: I need to be honest with you about some things.

[1:24AM] ♥: Are you okay? You can tell me anything, Yoongi.

[2:15AM] Yoongi: I don’t have enough time for a girlfriend right now. I’ve got too much going on right now, work and school stuff. I think we should stop seeing each other.

[2:18AM] ♥: But why? Did I do something to upset you? I’ll do anything to make it right, Yoongi

[2:49AM] Yoongi: It’s nothing you did. It’s not you, it’s me. Sorry

[2:50AM] ♥: I can wait until things are less stressful

[2:53AM] ♥: You told me that you liked me, so how can you change your mind so quickly?

[2:59AM] ♥: I was starting to fall for you. I thought you were different.

[3:00AM] Yoongi: I’m trying to sleep. Night

“So you freaked out? You could’ve talked to us.” Jin frowned at Yoongi, him still looking at the table. By the time Yoongi had finished his story, their food and drinks were brought to the table, by a different waitress.

“I’m not a baby, I didn’t need advice from my friends.” Yoongi sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do.”

The boys offered him a small smile as Hoseok leaned forward to give him advice.

4. Set time aside for not only yourself, but those in your life. Don’t push people away when things get tough.

Yoongi gave Hoseok a small smile. “I guess you’re right. I set aside time for you guys, so why can’t I do that for her?” As they left the restaurant, Yoongi left her a note on the back of the receipt.

I’m sorry. Try again? - Y

“You guys up for a movie?” Jungkook called out once they got back to the dorm.

Hoseok shook his head, “I’ve got a ton of homework due tomorrow, maybe next time.” He told his friends goodbye and exited the dorm, making his way to the library.

[7:13PM] Hoseok: Are you interested in catching up on economics tonight? I’ll be in the east wing library if you’re up for it :)

[euphoricguk]

Ashes To Ashes

Member(s)/Pairing: Yoongi

Genre: Pyromaniac! Yoongi AU, Angst 

Word Count: 782 (give or take a few) 

Author Note: After a century and a half, I have finally finished writing my pyromaniac Yoongi AU. Hopefully you guys like it ;;. This does have a few triggers which include family issues and arson (if that can even be a trigger¿?). If these topics trigger you in any way, please do not read this or proceed with caution. If I missed any triggers, please let me know and I will include it in the aforementioned list. Happy reading xx

On.

As the agile and flexible flame danced and twirled in Yoongi’s hand, he couldn’t do anything but stare.

Off.

He had flicked it on and off so many times in his sixteen years of life, yet, each time seemed like the first. The bright orange and blue of the flame he held sent shivers of excitement down his spine. Fire. It was the only thing precious to him.

On.

Ever since Yoongi was a child he was drawn to fire. It seemed to be the only thing he enjoyed while growing up. Perhaps the love of it started when his family first started going camping every summer. Of course, it was only suggested by his mother to distract Yoongi and his brother from the constant arguing and fighting going on in the house, but it was exciting nonetheless. As they all sat around the campfire and roasted marshmallows, all Yoongi wanted to do was watch as the fire twinkled.

Off.

Maybe it started when he first used a lighter. He was 11 and wanted to light his birthday candles just the way his parents had always done. It was something so small and insignificant, but it struck something in him. Something that caused him to run into the bathroom at night, cradling his father's lighter as if it were a delicate flower petal, flicking it on and off in the dark.

On.

Yoongi always knew it was wrong. He never saw any other boys playing with lighters or obsessing over fire the way he did. But, every time he saw it, he couldn't help but feel as if he was drawn to it. It was if the flames were calling out to him as they lit up. The memory of when it was just the flames on lighters and matches he played with was a fond one. But that was long ago.

Off.

After a while, Yoongi got bored. The flame sitting on the lighter or the match wasn't enough. He needed more. Bigger, brighter, more extravagant flames. That's what he needed. He never forgot the day his tree house caught on fire 4 years ago. He loved that tree house. It reminded him of when him and his dad used to play hide and seek in it in the summer time. Tears, laughter, and all things in between happened in that tree house.

On.

But, when temperatures reached well over 100 degrees one blistering summer, his beloved house couldn't handle it. He remembered watching as the fire made it's way throughout the whole house. It was so powerful and strong. Nothing could stop it. Yoongi admired that. His parents did not.

Off.

Yoongi could feel the anger rise up inside of him as he thought about that day as he sat in his car in the pitch black night. His hoodie seemed to become too hot for him as he thought about what the fire fighters and his parents did to his precious house. They ruined it.

On.

When the fire fighter showed up at his house years ago, it was as if someone had stabbed him in the heart. Yoongi screamed and cried and did everything he possibly could to stop them. But, his pleas fell upon silent ears.

Off.

“We know you're upset.” “We can rebuild it in the fall, okay kiddo?” His parents didn't understand. They thought he was upset over it burning down. Yoongi chuckled to himself in the driver's​ seat as he reminisced. They had no clue back then and they still have no clue. They'll find out soon enough though, Yoongi was sure of that. 

On.

Tonight was the night of all nights. Yoongi was nervous, but he could barely contain the excitement coursing through his veins at the same time. It would turn out to be the biggest thing he's set fire to in his life and by far the most significant. He had been planning this for months just to make sure everything went perfectly.

Off.

He was going to have the local fire station in flames any minute now. It would be amazing, beautiful, and downright glorious. The highlight of Yoongi's life, no doubt.

Yoongi stepped out of the car, the weight of his feet in his black boots crunching the gravel underneath him, his hood covering majority of his determined face. His breath was uneven as he walked slowly but with an arrogance he'd never had before. There was no going back now, but he wasn't scared. He was more than ready for what tonight had in store for him and the so called “firefighters” that ruined his tree house all those years ago.

“Tonight, they’ll learn the true definition of a pyromaniac,” he thought to himself as he smirked against the chilly night air. 

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