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kookingtae · 4 years

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the equation of love (pt. 10)

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt. 10

professor yoongi x uni student reader

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 10.5k

→a/n: alternatively: fuck it, it’s been five years and this wip has been staring at me for three of them, so im just gonna post it. i have not read this over since 2018, so pls dont judge me too harshly hhsdg it’s unedited and probably a bit cringy, but then again what ch of teol isnt? this is NOT all that i have planned for the series, but i figured something is better than nothing, right? and perhaps the saying better later than never applies here, too. maybe one day i’ll finally get around to finishing it (by then im sure no one will even be around to remember what teol is lmao) but until then, enjoy what ive been sitting on! and as always, if you’re still here, thank you for your endless patience and support with this series <3

→another a/n: after this will probably be an epilogue!

→tw: mentions of blackmail, r*pe and sexual assault (we mostly just get closure on the whole professor lee & jun situation!!)

→warning: this chapter is not a happy ending, but it’s not necessarily a BAD one either, so for those who don’t like to finish on an unhappy note, it’s up to you on whether you’d like to read it or wait for the epilogue to be posted!

Running water.

It was such a simple yet fascinating concept—atoms and molecules coming together to form the only substance on earth that has a natural state in all forms, while having the power to kill in three different ways. Solid, by hypothermia; liquid, by drowning; gas, by suffocation. This substance can take three different forms, yet it's most commonly a liquid, covering nearly 71% of the world with translucent bodies of water. Oceans, ponds, lakes—though the most enchanting of them all were rivers. They were always moving, crashing beyond rocks and bustling with the flow of the current and gravitational pull of the earth. Rivers were passionate, and strong, and no matter how hard one tried they couldn't break the whipping tide that was pushing against them. Nothing could cause the powerful force to falter.

But, like most things, even rivers must come to an end. The current stops flowing, and the waves stop breaking around the jagged rocks, and the powerful force that seemed it would never end dulls to a still, calm lull, as if the river was nothing more than a brief yet raging storm. All the passion, all the fight—over in a blink of an eye, left to dissipate into the mysteries of the vast ocean.

Staring down at the picture on the cell phone screen in front of me was like getting pulled by the current of a river; down, down, down I flowed until there was no river left around me and I was left stranded in the middle of the sea. Yoongi and I were once raging, and passionate, and ready to fight against anyone who tried to tear us down, but now the fight was over. We had been dragged too far, fading into a body of water that was not our own. This was bigger than us.

Yes, like the flow of a river, all things must come to an end.

"That's it," Yoongi gritted his teeth, and I felt the dip of the mattress beneath me as he rose to his feet in anger.

"Yoongi," I called his name in a warning tone, warily standing up from the bed and watching him move around the room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm over it," he said, hastily throwing the first articles of clothing he could grab from his drawers over his body. "I'm done dealing with all of this, Y/N! I'm going up to the school."

Despite the flare of determination that sparked in my heart at his words, his rage seeming to radiate off of him and onto me as well, I couldn't help the trepidation that I was also filled with; Yoongi didn't have a history of making rational decisions out of anger.

"Don't you think you should calm down first?" I offered, trying my best to match his pace around the room.

"No!" Yoongi suddenly skidded to a halt in front of me, his eyes wild and crazed. "I'm going to find her and I'm going to fucking kill her!"

I could only stand with a gaping mouth and watch as he stormed out of the room, leaving me with no choice but to pull on my old clothes and chase his stomping foot steps. He grabbed his keys before storming out of the apartment, down the stairs, and outside into the parking lot. I tried to ignore the blindingly bright sunlight as I squinted my eyes and continued after him.

"Follow me up to the school," Yoongi barked as he hopped into his car.

"Yoongi–" I started, but my consoling voice was cut off by the slam of his door. I frowned, scrambling to unlock my vehicle as his engine roared to life.

The drive to the university was a nerve-wracking one. I kept a watchful eye on Yoongi to make sure he wasn't speeding or swerving all over the road; they say you're not supposed to operate a vehicle while you're upset. Though it would seem my efforts were futile, because he did in fact speed and swerve, and all I could do was frown and try to keep up.

It wasn't that I wasn't angered by Professor Lee; I was furious, rage and disgust and frustration all stewing inside of me like a pot of water that was ready to boil over. But I just couldn't help but worry for Yoongi. I had always been the non-confrontational type, always hoping that with a little time things would get better if they were ignored long enough. But it would seem that my method was proven inefficient today, because as much as I had tried to ignore her antics, that wicked woman wouldn't stop at anything to make sure Yoongi and I were properly dragged through the mud and going down like a ship engulfed in flames. Yet as much as that angered me, I couldn't bare the thought of the turmoil it was causing Yoongi. I didn't know when I had started casting my own feelings aside and putting his above—it was a gradual thing rather than one, defining moment—but it was only another factor that proved how much I actually loved this man. And that very thought instilled a fear that shook me to the very bone.

We had a lot more to lose now than just his job and my education. We could be losing us. And that was more important now than it had ever been before.

Once we arrived at the university there were a lot of screeching brakes, messy parking and fumbling hands as I scrambled to catch up to his looming figure that seemed to stalk towards the building at an unnatural pace. The pounding of my heavy heartbeat was what drove me forward, anxiety rising with each quickened step that I took.

"Yoongi!" I yelled once I had lessened the distance between us, now dead center on the campus sidewalk. "Yoongi, wait!"

All of a sudden he whirled around, his abrupt halt causing me to crash straight into his chest. I let out a yelp in surprise, eyes wide and ready to interrogate him, before I felt the smooth curvature of his palms on either side of my face as he tilted my head up to his and slammed his mouth onto mine.

The world stopped spinning for a moment, everything around me fading into the motions of his plush skin, his soft lips exploding with flavor and spilling over my tastebuds, satisfying my thirst in a way that no water ever could. I didn't even question it for a second before I was melting into him, quite literally becoming putty in his hands as the rest of the world instantaneously escaped my mind.

It's funny the way that worked—the way he was able to completely erase everything that had once existed in the blink of an eye, just by his simple touch. Whether it was magic, or I was just that fucking whipped, I didn't know. But either way, I didn't possess the power to stop it even if I wanted to.

When Yoongi finally broke away, he was breathing heavily, his breath fanning across my face in cool puffs of air. "I don't care what anyone thinks anymore," he spoke onto my lips, his forehead pressing against mine with a firm force. "Let them see. The only thing I care about is you."

It was then that I was suddenly aware of our surroundings, the reality of our world crashing down around me as I glanced around at all the eyes watching us. It varied; there were those choosing to spare us a glance as they walked to and from their classes, those who stalled their current actions to lift their heads to us not once, not twice, but three times, and then there were those who stopped altogether, their widened eyes and slackened jaws dead giveaways that they knew exactly who Yoongi was: Professor Min, Algebra 101 instructor.

A stroke of his thumb across my cheek brought my attention back to him; I stared up into his eyes, the desperate look in them captivating me and making it impossible to look away. His chest was rising and falling beneath his shirt, his fingers were grappling at my face as he brushed my wisps of hair out of the way, silently begging me to understand, to agree with him.

And in that moment, I knew what I had to do.

My lungs were filled with a breath of newfound determination, dazed and driven by Yoongi's words and embrace. "I love you," I spoke with conviction, caressing the nape of his neck as if to give him more reassurance. "Let's go.”

With that I grabbed his hand, holding my head high for the rest of the campus to see as I started up Yoongi's stride towards the school's building. He was right beside me, weaving his fingers through mine and giving my hand an extra squeeze as if to say that he was here, that he was proud to let the world know that I was his and he was mine, and that he wasn't going anywhere.

We were going to take down Professor Lee.

The seminar room was empty of students when we stormed in. Seats were placed throughout the floor, papers were scattered on the desks, and Professor Lee was at the front of the room, fiddling with the cords from the projector screen.

At the sound of the door opening, her head snapped up. "Well well well, look what we have here," she smirked when she saw us, making no plans to move as she saw me marching over to her. "You know, I really don't think–"

Slap!

The impact of my palm to her face cut off her words, skin on skin contact crackling through the room and echoing into a deafening silence.

Professor Lee gasped, immediately grasping where a red mark was now forming on her cheek before looking up at me with wild eyes. "You just slapped me!" She cried in disbelief.

"You're damn right I did," I gritted my teeth, taking a threatening step towards her and raising my palm. "Want me to do it again?"

It was then that I felt Yoongi's hand on my back, the feeling having an instant calming effect over my senses whether he wanted it to or not. I sighed before visibly relaxing and lowering my hand.

"You're barbaric!" Professor Lee was foaming at the mouth, still holding her face with a slack jaw. "Are you forgetting that I'm a professor? When Dr. Kim finds out about this, I swear he'll–"

"Tell him!" I roared as loud as my vocal chords would let me. "Tell whoever, tell the whole world, I don't fucking care! I'm done with your bullshit, you selfish psychotic witch!"

With that I gave her one final shove against her shoulders, and when both of her hands flew out to grab ahold her surroundings in an effort to keep from falling over, I planted another slap right across her face. The impact stung my hand, but I didn't care. Seeing Professor Lee stumble through the air was worth it.

"Baby," Yoongi spoke in a gentle yet warning tone next to me, and I had almost forgotten he was there until I felt his grip slightly tighten around my waist. It was a comforting hold, as if to say he completely trusted and supported whatever I chose to do in this situation, but still a protective hold nonetheless. He wanted to make sure I wasn't going to get myself hurt.

"You know, what is your problem, exactly?" I tilted my head at her as she struggled to get her bearings straight. "Is there an actual reason you're doing all of this, or are you just mentally insane?"

"It–it's not right!" Professor Lee stuttered with wide eyes, raising a shaky finger to point at me and Yoongi. "Your relationship, it's–"

"Oh cut the bullshit, Sara," Yoongi let out a sound of disgust from beside me. "We all know that's not why."

"I... I..." she stumbled for words, wide eyes glancing back and forth between the two of us. "Who do you guys think you are? You can't just storm in here and start attacking me–"

I took a menacing step forward, pure rage making up for what I lacked in intimidation. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I fumed, reaching out to grab her again.

"No, please!" She suddenly cowered before I could get to her, shielding her head away from me with her arms. "I—Yoongi, I'm in love with you!"

Her confession sent me reeling backwards in a downwards spiral, my body instantly going limp as I watched her with a dumbfounded expression. A vast silence echoed throughout the room that could be cut with a knife before she finally spoke again.

"Ever since you started working here, I knew you were the one. I just knew it." Her voice was sad, exhausted now, and a look of defeat washed over her features.

"What?" Yoongi gaped in disbelief. "Sara, that was two years ago!"

"I know!" She spat harshly. "You don't think I know that? For two years, I had to deal with this silly crush I had on you. I had to spend every day with you, watching it bloom into love overtime, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"You could've just told me!" Yoongi exclaimed as if that was the obvious answer.

Professor Lee snorted humorlessly. "Yeah, and be made a fool of? No thanks." She lowered her eyes to the ground.

"Sara, we're grown adults. You could've acted like one and fucking said something to me about it, made a move, anything but drag my career under the bus!" Yoongi's voice was strained now, his eyes wide as if silently begging her to understand him while he was equally trying to understand her.

"I was going to!" She lashed out again while whipping her head up towards him. "I was working up the courage to ask you out on a date, and then I see that fucking slut on your lap and I–"

"Don't you dare call Y/N that," Yoongi suddenly growled, pushing past me and stepping towards her intimidatingly. "One more thing out of your mouth about her and I swear to god I will kill you right here, right now."

My breath hitched in my throat at his threat and I couldn't help but weave my arm around his to grab his hand, intertwining our fingers and squeezing tightly. He gripped mine back even tighter, as if he was desperately trying to latch onto whatever calming effect I seemed to have over him.

Professor Lee swallowed, choosing to stay silent and watch him carefully as jagged breaths rose and fell from her chest. "The point is," she continued on, "I saw you with someone else—someone who wasn't me. And that completely tore my heart to shreds."

"So the only solution is to ruin our lives," I chimed in sarcastically.

"I may not have gone about it the best way," she quickly gritted her teeth and shot me a glare before turning her attention back to Yoongi, "but I had to act on instinct. I still wanted to be with you, so I figured that maybe if I split the two of you up, you would have no one else to turn to but me."

Yoongi just stared at her, his face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and disgust. "Do you know how sick and twisted that is?" He asked.

"All I ever wanted was to be with you, Yoongi," she pleaded, her tone vulnerable now as she took a tentative step towards him and started to raise her hand up to caress his cheek. "I still do. It's not too late; we can leave now, just you and me and forget this whole thing–"

"Don't fucking touch me," he knocked her hand away with his forearm just before it could reach his face. "If you think I'm going anywhere with you, you're even crazier than I thought." He then stepped back to wrap his arm around my waist and pull me securely into his side. "I'm in love with Y/N, and I don't give a shit what rumors you or anyone else wants to spread about it. You're fucking pathetic."

At that moment there was the sound of a door bursting open, causing the three of us to turn our attention to the entrance of the room. There, standing in the doorway, was Dr. Kim.

The sight of him immediately deflated the elation I was feeling from Yoongi's words, instantly replacing them with a sense of anxiety and fear that lodged its way into my throat until I was sure I would die from suffocation. This was it; according to the text from Professor Lee, he had already seen the picture of me and Yoongi kissing. This was the moment that would decide our future forever.

I just hoped we had enough evidence against Professor Lee for him to take our side.

"So let me get this straight." Dr. Kim folded his hands on the dark oak wood of his office desk. "Professor Min and Y/N had relations before Y/N became a student here, while Yoongi was unaware of her age?"

"Yes sir," Yoongi nodded his head in assurance.

"And then you continued your relationship, even after finding out that she was your student."

"He didn't at first," I interjected in hopes of getting some of the heat off of Yoongi. "He tried to call it off, but I kept pushing it. The reason we got back together during school was my fault, not his."

Yoongi's eyes met mine from the chair next to me, his gaze seeming to hold the words that silently spoke that's not true, and I instantly knew what he was thinking. In actuality, he had been the one to give me after-school tutoring on that Saturday during the homecoming football game, not I. He had been the one to kiss me first that day. But there was no way in hell I would ever tell that to the dean.

"I don't care whose fault it is; all that matters is that it happened," Dr. Kim frowned. "And it's still happening if I'm not mistaken, correct?"

"I... um," my eyes flickered to Yoongi, every fiber of my being starting to fill with panic. Shit, we should've discussed this beforehand. I wasn't going to willingly rat Yoongi out, no matter how many times he's said he didn't care anymore if people knew about us.

Suddenly I felt the warm, soft sensation of skin wrapping around the curvature of my hand that was resting atop the wooden armrest. "Yes, it's still happening," Yoongi spoke, and then his fingers were intertwining with mine.

I practically choked on my own spit at his words; did this boy have a death wish? A cough came sputtering out of my lungs, the sound causing everyone in the room to look at me until I'd settled down. Even Professor Lee leaned forward from her seat on the other side of Yoongi, bewilderment written all over her expression as she gave me a look of disgust.

"Well there's your proof right there." She threw her hands up in defeat before gesturing to the two of us. "What more do you need? Expel them, Dr. Kim."

"B–but that's not it!" I suddenly exclaimed and lurched forward, feeling the heat of everyone's stare on our embraced hands, which in turn only made me grip him even harder for support. "Dr. Kim, you have to believe me when I tell you that Professor Lee has worked hard to make my life a living hell ever since I got to this school. She had a vendetta against me; she's in love with Yoongi, and so she–"

"That's not true!" Professor Lee screeched.

"She worked to turn people against us rather than coming to you because she wanted to blackmail Yoongi into being with her," I ignored her interjection and continued. "She even made a seminar about it—the mandatory seminar that everyone attended today!"

The dean turned his attention towards her. "The seminar about the importance of practicing safe sex?" He questioned in bewilderment.

My eyes practically bulged out of my head at his words; that's what she was telling everyone it was about?

"It was!" She scrambled in defense. "I mean I... I may have brought up Yoongi and Y/N as an example, but that's only because they fit the part! Y/N had a pregnancy scare not too long ago, and I didn't want the same thing to happen to our students!"

I felt the color draining from my face, blanching it a stone cold white and decimating any feeling I had left in my body.

How the fuck did she know about the pregnancy?

My head instantly whipped towards Yoongi to see if he had any logical explanation for this, and his face was as poised and stoic as ever in front of his two colleagues—but I could see through it. I knew him well enough to catch onto the slightest falter in his blinking, the increase in heat that collected between our palms, the small twitch of his mouth that would've gone unnoticed by anyone else who observed him. I knew there was no way he could've told Professor Lee about the pregnancy, because he was just as blindsided as I was.

Dr. Kim simply raised his eyebrows in interest before turning back to Yoongi and me.

"Dr. Kim," Yoongi spoke, his voice dripping with amusement, "I mean no disrespect, but do you honestly think that if Y/N had a pregnancy scare, we would tell Sara about it? Come on; not after all she did to us."

"They—they didn't tell me!" Professor Lee huffed out a desperate breath. "I overheard them while I was–"

"While you were what?" I interrupted with a raise of my eyebrow. "While you were spying on us to find any blackmail you could use on Yoongi?"

"N–no!" She stuttered, though at this point it was obvious that she was making up lies on the spot. "While I was walking past the classroom!"

"Why would we be talking about that with the door open?!"

"Enough!" Dr. Kim barked, his deep voice rumbling throughout the small office. We all grew silent as we turned our attention to him. "There will be no arguing of he said/she said in my office," he scolded, then turned his attention to Yoongi before speaking. "I understand that there was someone you wanted me to see?"

Yoongi, who had remained calm during all of this, simply nodded his head before releasing my hand. "Yes, sir," he said as he stood up and walked towards the door.

My eyebrows were knitted in confusion as I watched it all transpire: the words exchanged between the two men, Yoongi rising out of his seat, the sight of my biology professor being revealed behind the closed door. The whole thing came as a surprise to me, and my emotions seemed to be having a war between the shock and relief that I felt raging like a storm in the pit of my stomach.

Why didn't Yoongi tell me about Professor Park being involved in this discussion? When did he have time to ask her to come? Did it even matter at this point?

"Professor Park," Dr. Kim widened his eyes, his frame physically reclining back in his seat. "I'm surprised to see you here."

"As am I to be here," she smiled though her voice was venomous, eyes flashing to a very alarmed Professor Lee.

"Mia?!" The woman barked in disbelief at her friend's entrance. "What are you doing here?"

"Something I should've done a long time ago," Professor Park replied, and with that she turned towards the dean and opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm here to testify on the behalf of Min Yoongi and Y/N."

Earth-shattering elation rippled through me from the inside out, starting at the base of my toes and spiraling to the top of my head and the tips of my fingers, causing them to tingle and buzz with a newfound sense of hope. We might actually have a chance!

"What?!" Professor Lee's voice ripped through the air in a deafening screech. "This isn't a court case! You don't get to play witness!"

"Actually, if Professor Park has witnessed anything, I would definitely like to know," Dr. Kim chimed in, raising an eyebrow towards my biology professor.

Professor Park nodded her head towards him in appreciation before speaking. "A few months ago Sara approached me in my classroom to tell me about the nasty rumors that were surrounding her and a student. She singled the student out, saying to purposely damage their grades because they were treating her unfairly and disrespecting her rules and authority as a professor; she even went so far as to say that they were sending her death threats"

"What?!" The word ripped from my throat faster than I could blink as I stared jaw-dropped at the women in the room.

"That's not true!" Professor Lee instantly protested as expected. "Sir, I can assure you that I never–"

"I have the text messages if you want," Professor Park offered in a tone so nonchalant one would've thought she was conversing about the weather.

Dr. Kim raised an eyebrow. "Text messages? I thought you said she came by your class?"

"She did, sir." Mia interlaced her fingers in front of her and bowed her head politely. "We spoke about it on multiple occasions. I asked why she wouldn't just go to you, or even the authorities if the student was making death threats, but Sara was adamant. She didn't want any scandals revolving around her so that she could maintain the level of professionalism that she had developed here."

I heard a snort coming from next to me, and it was with a swollen heart of pride that I realized the sound came from Yoongi trying to hold in a laugh.

Professionalism? Her? I had never heard anything so far fetched in my life.

Sara simply glared as Mia ignored him and continued. "She assured me that the best way to deal with this pesky student was to slowly start to fail them, and I'll admit, I was angry for her. Sara was my friend, and I respected her enough to believe what she was telling me and follow her requests." She turned her head to where I sat on the other side of Yoongi. "That student was you, Y/N. And I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for the way I handled things. You were treated unfairly and poorly due to false information."

"It wasn't false!" Professor Lee jumped in to defend herself, but everyone was pretty much ignoring her. Even the dean could tell she was playing the part of the boy who cried wolf at this point.

"I'd like to see those text messages, if you don't mind." Dr. Kim reached his hand out expectantly.

There was a brief moment of silence while Professor Park nodded and tapped away on her phone before handing it to him. His cold and calculated eyes scanned the screen while saying nothing, all three of us waiting with bated breath for him to come to a decision in his mind.

There was no where left for her to run. With these text messages, all the constant denying that Professor Lee has done will be proven false and she will be exposed for all the hell she's put me through this semester. My heart was practically bursting at the thought.

"Well I would've appreciated it if you ladies had come to me with this information instead of handling it amongst yourselves, true or not," Dr. Kim finally sighed before giving Sara his full attention. "Ms. Lee, you have three people accusing you. Even if you didn't do it, there's obviously something that's turning them against you. And here at this university we strive to hold cooperation and communication above all else. If you don't get along with the fellow staff here, then why should I believe that they're the problem and not you?"

"Um, because Min Yoongi is fucking his student?!" Professor Lee was fuming now, her upper body lurching forward in her seat and her hands gripping the arm rests for dear life. "He literally just admitted to it!"

"Language, Ms. Lee," Dr. Kim scolded calmly. "I still like to maintain a professional attitude here in my office."

"I apologize sir, but that's beside the point." She was sitting back in her seat now, though her tone was no less frantic. "Min Yoongi is in a relationship with his student, and staff cooperation or not, I don't really think that's in the teacher handbook." She raised a snarky eyebrow at us as if believing that she had finally won.

I knitted my eyebrows, my palms feeling slick with a nervous sweat against Yoongi's as I realized the bigger problem here. It wasn't whatever lies and schemes Professor Lee had cooked up with my biology teacher; it wasn't even Professor Lee herself. It was the fact that Yoongi and I were in a relationship, and that was going to have enough consequences alone to shake me to my very core with fear.

"She's right," Dr. Kim uttered the words that I was silently hoping he wouldn't say, my grip tightening on Yoongi as I anticipated whatever outcome he's decided. Our fate was in his hands.

"Of course I am." Professor Lee crossed her arms and sat back in her seat with a smug grin.

"I'm afraid I have no choice." He was shaking his head, frowning at us apologetically though the sentiment didn't reach his eyes. "Mr. Min, I am sorry to inform you that you will have to be forced to resign from our university."

The color instantly drained from my face, and with it pulling all five senses that I have into the depths of the earth until I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak—I could barely even breathe. There was a lump that was forming in my throat and settling deep within my gut, all of this feeling fake, too fake to be real.

Yoongi was fired, and it was all because of me.

"I understand, sir."

It was Yoongi's words that were pulling me from my fog of disbelief and devastation, my eyes blinking in an effort to snap back to reality as I looked from him to the dean. "No. No, there has to be something we can do, please!" I begged, my voice starting to get frantic the more the severity of the situation hit me. "I–I'll drop out! You don't have to worry about me ever coming near here again, just please, please don't fire him!"

"Y/N..." Yoongi's voice was quiet and full of resignation, defeat, but I wasn't giving up.

"Yoongi is an amazing professor who has worked here for, what, two years? He's extraordinary at what he does and students love him. It's not easy to find a professor like that everyday." I was staring into the eyes of the dean now, trying to move him with my words. "You shouldn't throw away someone as great as him just because of some stupid 18 year old's mistake! Please, Dr Kim." I leaned forward in my seat, the room silent as I spoke. "He wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for me. Please, let me suffer the consequences, not him."

I continued to stare in Dr. Kim's eyes, silently channeling my emotions through the pleading expression in my eyes, and it wasn't until I felt a comforting hand on my back that I was instantly drawn away into a more calm state in my chair. I gazed over at the owner of the hand, and he flashed back that smile I loved except it was sad, and it didn't reach his eyes, and I could tell there was so much he wanted to say to me right now if we weren't in the confinement of his boss' office.

"I understand your efforts, Y/N, but there's nothing I can do." Dr. Kim shook his head, and it was as if the world around me was shattering into blades of glass, scraping at my skin and leaving bloody wounds that I knew would never heal. "Mr. Min was involved in this relationship as well, and no matter whose fault it is, the professor needs to be held accountable. There is a level of professionalism and maturity that he must possess in order to work here; he's your superior, a respectable authority figure, and so he should've known better."

It was all I could do to keep from crying as I lowered my eyes and shook my head, every inch of my heart breaking for Yoongi until all that was left were tiny fragments to scatter in the wind. I couldn't believe I'd done this to him. The very thing he'd been worried about from the start—I had ruined his career.

"It is our goal as a university to see our students succeed," he continued, though I could barely hear a thing. "As for you, Y/N, I see no reason as to why you shouldn't keep attending this university."

I blinked a few times, confused. "You want me to... what?"

"You will have a suspension on your student records, mind you, and one more of those will lead to expulsion," he explained. "Though that doesn't mean that you can't keep going to school here. You will have to meet with an advisor every two weeks, though, who will be keeping a close watch on your behavior."

I could barely even believe my ears; had my hearing been completely lost due to the shock of the situation? "That's totally a double standard!" I gestured to Yoongi in disbelief.

"Y/N, it's okay..." Yoongi tried to calm me down.

"No, it's not okay!" I roared, eyes wide and brows furrowed in disbelief as I glanced at him before turning back to the dean. "Where do you think you can get off by treating people like this? This is his career—his life!"

"That will be enough from you, Ms. Y/N," Dr. Kim bellowed in a stern voice as he frowned. "I'm doing you a favor here by letting you continue your education. Speak out against me one more time and I will be revoking that offer."

His words were deafening throughout the office; it was suddenly understandable why he was so feared by those who worked under him. Yoongi started to run his hand along my spine in a soothing manner, and though it helped relax my fiery nerves and clear my foggy mind, I was still just as upset—if not more, now that the information was beginning to settle in.

"So that's it then?" Professor Lee spoke for the first time in a while, her lips pressed into a firm line, obviously disappointed by the turn of events though she didn't dare to speak out against Dr. Kim as he had warned. "Yoongi gets fired and Y/N gets a free ride?"

"Not so fast, Ms. Lee." The dean turned to her. "What you did was beyond unprofessional. You violated several school policies as well as bullied a student! Do you think that type of behavior is acceptable as a professor?"

Professor Lee opened her mouth as if to protest before slowly shutting it again, realizing that she had nothing left that she hadn't already denied. It was obvious that the evidence given to him by Professor Park, who stood silent in the corner of the room, was incriminating enough to sway his decision.

"I'm sorry to have to inform you that you will be fired as well."

"What?!" Her shrill voice screeched through the air, tearing whatever I had left of my eardrums and rendering me deaf here in this office. "What I did was no where near as bad as Yoongi and Y/N!"

"If anything, it was worse." Dr. Kim folded his hands over his desk. "Let's not forget that you managed to involve the entire student body in a false seminar that maliciously exposed one of our students and professors," he raised an eyebrow at her, "and that was just today."

"Yeah, not to mention all the other shit you did behind my back to make my life a living hell," I couldn't help from interjecting in a heated tone, though I backed off upon seeing the dean's stern gaze.

He redirected his attention back to Sara. "Here at this university, we strive to have a professional relationship, safe environment, and healthy lifestyle for our students. Neither of you achieved those three goals, so both of you will have to be let go."

Yoongi's expression simply remained placid and free of any emotion while Professor Lee's reaction was practically visceral, though neither spoke a word as heavy silence fell over the small office.

"Am I... am I still needed, sir?" It was Professor Park whose voice broke through the tension, everyone having forgotten she was there in the midst of the emotion-filled chaos. "Because if not, then I'm going to go."

"No, I'm just about finished here." Dr. Kim let out a sigh, as if what just transpired had been hard on him out of all people in the room. My blood boiled just looking at him, though I know I had to learn when to speak out and when to bite my tongue as Yoongi had taught me.

"Dr. Kim, is there any way you can reconsi–"

"That will be enough from you, Ms. Lee," his booming voice interrupted the frantic professor. "I've said all that I need to say on the matter. I'm not changing my mind."

"Dr. Kim?" I spoke up just as Professor Lee and Professor Park were getting ready to walk out the door. "I–I have something else to tell you. Un-related to this," I threw in when I saw him throw a glance in Lee's direction.

The man sighed before waving them out, leaving his office empty of visitors other than me and Yoongi in the chairs. I wasn't going to let that boy go anywhere.

"Y/N, I'm sorry that the outcome isn't exactly what you wanted but I'm afraid there's nothing I can–"

"Choi Junwoo tried to rape me," I blurted out.

There was a moment's pause as the dean was stunned silent with wide eyes, and out of my peripheral vision I could see Yoongi tense up and inhale sharply next to me.

"W–what–"

"Choi Junwoo," I spoke slowly for him so that he'd understand, "a student here at this university, tried to rape me at a frat party."

I couldn't leave the office without saying it. I couldn't leave the office without telling him. This wasn't just about me or the turmoil or trauma he caused; this was for every other girl in the future who might be a victim of Jun. Though in my heart I truthfully believed he was a good person, and that he really was just intoxicated beyond belief that night, it was still no excuse. If he had rape-tendencies while he was drunk and I didn't speak out about it, then I would be no better when it came to helping other sexual assault victims.

"Are you sure–"

"I found them at the party while he was mid-act," Yoongi jumped in, probably figuring he was already fired so there was nothing left for him to lose when it came to revealing details about our relationship outside of school. "It was... disgusting. I got her out of there immediately, but not before punching that bastard in the face."

"Metaphorically, of course!" I couldn't help but chime in, not wanting an assault charge to be on his record as well.

Thankfully Dr. Kim simply brushed off that minuet detail in favor for the more important issue at hand. "Y/N, what you're telling me will ruin this student's future. Are you absolutely sure you want to file this?"

Despite the anger that swelled up inside of me from him questioning my accusation, I still couldn't help the little trickle of doubt that crept in as I considered his words. At one point, Jun had been a friend... maybe even a potential lover had Yoongi not been in the picture. Dr. Kim was right, this information could potentially ruin his reputation, his education, his record... was I ready to carry the weight of knowledge that I've ruined someone's life forever?

"What are you talking about? Of course!" Yoongi spat an answer before I even had a chance to finish my thoughts. "She told you what happened, didn't she? Why would she speak out about something like this if she was making it up?"

"Maybe a personal vendetta?" The dean shrugged his shoulders. "People will do crazy things for revenge."

Now that got me heated. "The only one who wanted revenge here was Junwoo!" I stood up from my seat to yell. "He liked me and was mad that I turned him down. As if I owed my feelings to him or something! And when I told him no, he forced himself on me?! Is that really the type of message you want to send at this college? You know, since you're so high and mighty on "cooperation"," I did air quotes of sarcasm around my last words, my ears practically steaming with boiling rage.

"We will come out about this story, by the way," Yoongi added in, his voice full of venom. "And how will that look if you tried to keep us silent?"

"You can forget about me attending this university," I hissed.

"Alright, alright, settle down, the both of you," Dr. Kim lowered his hands in a calming manner. "I was not suggesting I buy your silence or anything of that nature. I was simply making sure you wanted to go through with this."

"Yes," Yoongi and I both answered in unison.

The dean nodded his head before clasping his hands together. "Alright."

The rest of the time in the office with spent filling on paperwork on a claim against Junwoo. I'd been given the option to be kept in the loop or even present when everything went down, though I politely declined. I wanted nothing more to do with that boy.

Though it would seem Professor Lee didn't share the same sentiment when it came to me, because as soon as soon as the two of us walked hand in hand into the hallway and Dr. Kim's door was securely shut, she sprung into action.

"You bitch!" She shrieked, not wasting another second as she leaped through the air and onto my body like a crouched tiger that was waiting for the right moment to attack. I felt the pressure of her weight against my chest and the sting of her nails scraping against my cheek, and before I knew it I was stumbling down, down onto the ground with another vicious blow to my jaw that was accompanied by her fist.

It all happened within a matter of seconds, but it wasn't long until I heard Yoongi yell Sara! and then her weight vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

All I could do was stare with wide eyes as Yoongi slammed her shoulders back against the wall, though it was the look in his eyes that caught my attention. I had seen that expression before.

He was about to throw a punch.

"Yoongi, stop!" I cried, summoning all the strength I possessed to push myself to my feet and stumble over to the pair.

Yoongi whipped his head towards me with exasperated, almost wild eyes and his brows knitted in confusion and disbelief. "Y/N, she attacked you!"

"She isn't worth it," I spoke firmly in an attempt to get through to him. "Yoongi, just let it go. She isn't worth the trouble anymore."

It was when I placed a soothing hand against his back that Yoongi finally sighed, his stance visibly relaxing and his hands dropping from Professor Lee's shoulders. "She's right," he spit in a low, venomous tone as he turned back to her and grit his teeth. "Thanks to Dr. Kim, you already got what you deserve."

"Yoongi," there were sudden sobs that were tearing through the hallway, and it took me a moment to realize that Professor Lee was now... crying.

"Yoongi," she continued as she clung onto his shoulders. "Yoongi, I loved you!"

Somewhere deep inside of me, past all the burning hatred for what this woman has done to my life out of pure jealousy, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her. This was once me, heartbroken over the effects of unrequited love. Yoongi was a very sought-after man, I'd come to realize, and it wasn't about my feelings or Professor Lee's or anyone else's. It was about his.

"Sara," Yoongi sighed, and there was almost a wince in his tone from how hard he was trying to make her understand. "It's over."

"W–what?" The woman was scrambling now. "It doesn't have to be! We can go back to the way things were–"

"There never was a ‘we’!" He ripped her hands from his shoulders. "We were friends, and then you sabotaged my career and Y/N's education. You never once spoke out about your feelings, came forward, handled things like adults," he stressed the last line. "You never once did any of those things! Instead you belittled another woman and cost yourself your job all for a man—someone who until now, was your friend." Yoongi sighed again and shook his head. "I hope you get the help you need, Sara. I'm sure there is someone out there who will love you unconditionally... but that person is not me."

And with that, he put a gentle hand on my back and we walked away.

“Oh my god.”

Those were the first words out of my mouth the second we exited the building, my hands resting on my head in disbelief as I turned to Yoongi. “Holy shit, Yoongi–“

“Shhh,” he instantly consoled me, his arms engulfing me in a comforting hug and my face tucking underneath his chin as he held me close. “We did it, Y/N. It’s all over.”

I stayed in his embrace for a few moments as his words sunk in. It was all over. No more secrets, no more Professor Lee—no more anything.

“B–but your job...” I pulled away to look up at him with a shaky tone, my brows furrowed in concern. “Dr. Kim fired you, he–“

“I resigned, Y/N. There’s a difference.”

“Is there?” I couldn’t help but look up at him with a hopeless expression.

Yoongi simply nodded his head, the picture of nonchalance as if his career hadn’t just changed forever. “Yes. If I had gotten fired, it would look terrible on my resumé should I apply for another teaching position. However, given the circumstances of our arrangement...” he paused, no doubt thinking of Professor Lee, “I suppose he decided to take it easy on us all.”

My shoulders deflated in relief. “Well thank god for that...” I sighed, not even wanting to think of what could’ve happened if Dr. Kim had given us the harshest punishment. In an ironic, twisted way, I suppose I have Professor Lee to thank for that. If she wouldn’t have made my life a living hell, it would’ve been that much worse if Dr. Kim ever found out on his own.

“But none of that even matters to me right now,” Yoongi suddenly snapped, and then in the time it took me to raise an questioning eyebrow he had already grabbed both sides of my face and rammed his lips into mine, the same as he did before we went inside to confront Professor Lee.

Only this time, the kiss was different. It didn’t hold promises and potential; it held freedom. It held the success of finally getting through everything by the skin of our teeth, the relief and the pride and the pure love that we have for each other after overcoming everything that we’ve been through together. I kissed him and I didn’t care who saw—because he wasn’t my professor anymore. There were no invisible chains that bounded us apart. It was just me and him sticking together against all odds. Never in my life did I think I would ever be a part of a relationship so committed, so passionate, so determined. He and I would never stop fighting for each other.

“I love you, Min Yoongi,” I murmured against his mouth with a grin on my features that was hard to disguise—especially when I felt the corners of his lips pull up into that gummy smile that I adored with all of my heart.

“God, I love you too, Y/N,” he replied back with a content sigh, and then he continued to kiss me on the busy campus sidewalk until we were both breathless and blue in the face.

Because we now had nothing to lose.

Despite finally being released from the clutches that school had on us, the days following the meeting with Dr. Kim were not easy.

Other than having to put on a fake smile and continue attending a university where practically everyone knew about my relationship with now-former Professor Min (my mother would never let me drop out—not that I could ever tell her the reason I'd want to, anyways), there were the stresses that Yoongi was dealing with of now being unemployed. And what with all but abandoning my dorm room to instead spend my nights with him at his apartment, it was impossible to not feel the weight of his problems on my shoulders as well. No matter how many times Yoongi tried to put up a façade and reassure me that he was okay, I couldn't help but feel like this was my fault.

"If I just never would've made you dance with me at that club..." I'd say at times, unable to keep from tracing back each and every one of our interactions and blaming myself.

"Cut that out," Yoongi would snap.

"What? It's true!"

"You know I don't like it when you talk like that!" He'd turn to me with a stern tone. "I don't regret anything that happened between us, okay? Not one single bit." There was a heavy silence as his words would hang in the air. "If you wouldn't have asked me to dance, then who knows if I ever would've worked up the courage to kiss you? And I wouldn't be here, sharing this bed with the love of my life."

"Aw, Yoongi..."

And the two of us would make love, again and again until we'd have a similar argument some time later and repeat the whole process all over again. I'd feel guilty, Yoongi would remind me of exactly how much he doesn't regret meeting me, and we'd get lost in each other's embrace.

That is, until a simple Sunday morning suddenly changed everything.

"I got it."

I casually peered over at the sound of him from my spot in the living room, sitting criss crossed on the couch in my pajamas with a laptop in my lap. "What?"

"The job." Yoongi's voice was low, serious as he stared at the paper in his hands that had previously been so carelessly disregarded on the kitchen island along with the Sunday paper. "At the university in Seoul."

"Wait." He had all of my attention now as I sat the laptop on the coffee table and rose to my feet. "Like the Seoul National University university?"

"Yeah," he let out a single chuckle of disbelief before he pressed the paper against the counter and turned to me. "I got the job."

"Oh my god, Yoongi!" I exclaimed with my own chuckle of disbelief before running forward and wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms immediately engulfed my waist and lifted me off the ground as we spun around in place, my lips instantly finding his in a searing kiss that was full of passion and excitement to match our current mood. "That's amazing!"

"I know," he replied as he placed me down. A tentative smile was frozen on his lips as he stared off into the distance before letting out another sound of disbelief, his head shaking before his palm slid down his face. "I can't believe it!"

"I'm so proud of you!" I mirrored the grin of pure elation on his features, my chest swelling with joy and relief and most of all, pride.

I was so, so proud of Yoongi. I knew how much his job meant to him, and the feeling of guilt that weighed down on me from knowing that I was the one who inadvertently took that away from him, that I was the one who inadvertently caused all this stress of job hunting was instantly lifted off my shoulders. I knew how much he wanted this. I knew how hard he had worked to get this job at such a prestigious school, and god damn it, I knew how much he deserved it. If Yoongi was anything, apart from being an amazing person and a wonderful lover, he was great at his job. He was a natural born teacher.

Though no matter how many times I've willingly showered him with endless compliments about his work, he'd blush sheepishly and simply swat away all of my words with a simple kiss, or an "if you don't shut up your food is going to get cold. We're unemployed now; we need all the nutrition we can get. Haven't you ever heard of the Great Depression?"

So instead, I just chose to beam at him while he basked in the euphoria of the moment that this job acceptance brought on. After all, I knew he was well aware of how proud of him I was and how supportive I'd always be when it came to anything he wanted to accomplish.

Though the bliss was short lived.

I watched as Yoongi's expression slowly fell, the smile on his face slipping into a deep frown and his eyes turning to stone. "No."

"What?" I furrowed my brows, concern filling me and etching onto my features as I cupped his cheek in my hand, trying to figure out why his mood had changed so suddenly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not taking it." His tone was cold, definitive, as if the subject wasn't even up for debate as he grabbed the letter.

"Wait wait wait," I hurried to stop him from tearing it in half. "What are you talking about? Why not?"

He turned to look at me with cold, incredulous eyes, as if he couldn't believe I was even asking a question so stupid. "The university is in Seoul, Y/N."

"Okay...?" I shook my head in confusion, still not understanding what the issue was. "And?"

"I'd have to move." He was taking the paper back out of my hands and ripping it right down the middle before I got the chance to stop him.

I suddenly deflated, the severity of his words dropping in my stomach and wrapping around the anchor of my heart, sending it down, down, down through the floor of his apartment and hurdling towards the center of the earth.

"...What?"

"I'd have to move away from you."

And there is was, the bomb detonating an explosion and demolishing whatever was left of my heart.

"No... t–there has to be another way, there has to–"

"Seoul is hours away from here, Y/N," Yoongi barked out, his tone angry and harsh as it always was when he was upset. "It's on the other side of the country; there's no way I'd be able to commute without living there."

"Okay, so why did you apply then?" I couldn't help but snap back defensively. "You knew the distance to Seoul prior to applying for the job. Why even bother if you're just going to get pissed about not taking it?!"

"Because I didn't think I'd get accepted!" His voice was loud, almost yelling now. "It's the most sought after, prestigious school in the fucking country and I didn't think some young idiot who got fired from his last job would be able to get in!"

It was silent as his words settled over the atmosphere, clinging to the air that filled the room around us and encasing my lungs until it was impossible to breathe.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I finally hissed. "You're a great teacher, and you know it. If anyone's a young idiot here, it's me!"

Yoongi scoffed with a shake of his head. "I'm the one who kissed you again during that tutoring session after telling you to stay away. I'm the one who fucked you against that desk." His tone was low now, and his eyes seemed to grow harder in realization with each step that he took towards me. "I'm the one who asked to take you out on that fucking date and I'm the one who pulled you onto my lap when Sara caught us in my classroom! God damn it, I'm the one who tracked you down at a fucking frat party and punched one of my students!"

His voice slowly raised until he was yelling again, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was now standing chest to chest and cornering me up against the countertop of the island, I would've winced at the loud volume so close to my ears.

"Stop blaming yourself, Y/N, when I'm the one who was the authority figure. I'm the one who should've had my shit together, but I just couldn't around you!"

I felt myself soften at that. As angry and intimidating as he seemed right now, surely frightening whoever would come into contact with him when he was like this, I knew that it was all a front. Yoongi wasn't the best at dealing with emotional situations—he'd all but bite my head off any time I even tried to mention his father—and sometimes lashed out in anger when he was upset or hurting inside. I knew how badly he wanted this job; I could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice when he'd first submitted the application. And now, when the career position of his dreams was finally right under his nose, he couldn't have it. Because I was holding him back.

"You have to take it." My voice was solemn and steady as I stared him in the eyes.

He instantly frowned. "What? No, I–"

"Yoongi."

He fell silent, all signs of anger and malice wiped from his features once he saw just how serious I was being. A soft, bittersweet smile that had nothing to do with happiness slowly tugged at my lips as my eyes gleamed with pain. My heart was breaking with every word I was speaking, but I knew it was something I needed to do.

"You have to take the job."

The silence that ensued my words only further proved my point, simultaneously stabbing a knife into my chest with each passing second. He knew I was right. He knew it. He just didn't want to hear it.

"You don't..." He sounded smaller, more pitiful and confused as he tried to make sense of what I was saying. "You don't want me to stay?"

The hurt, the sadness, the utter hopelessness in his voice absolutely crushed me. I couldn't help but fall into his embrace, wrapping my arms around his chest and squeezing tightly as if I could somehow hold the pieces of him together that I knew were breaking. The severity of what was happening, of what I was doing started to settle within me the moment I heard his voice break.

"I do, baby," I replied, the sound muffled by the skin of his neck that my face was buried in as a sob threatened to claw its way out of my throat and swallow me whole. "God, you know I do. But you can't."

"Y–you can come with me." He was shaking his head now, his hands gripping at the shirt on my back with closed fists while he desperately tried to hold onto me, as if I would disappear beneath him at any moment. "We can move together to Seoul and you can–"

"You know I can't, Yoongi." It was my turn to shake my head, and with it came a heavy tear that fell down my cheek. "I have to go to school. I have a family who's helping pay for my tuition, and my mom— you know it's not all up to me."

I heard him sniffle as he pulled away, and even though I felt no evidence of tears from him against my skin or my shirt, his eyes were bright red when he stared back at me.

"I'm not leaving you, Y/N."

The sheer determination in his voice had me shattering like broken glass. "I'm not letting you do this, Yoongi. I'm not letting you waste this opportunity. Do you know how many people are waiting to work at Seoul University? How many professors would kill to be in your position?" I kept my gaze steadily on his as I slowly shook my head. "I care about you... so fucking much. I've never loved someone so much before... not like this." I paused, asking myself one last time if this was really the decision I wanted to make as my words settled in. I took in the sight of his beautiful, breathtaking features silently begging me not to do this. "I'm putting you above my selfishness," I finally decided with another shake of my head. "You need to do this Yoongi, for you. You know you do."

Yoongi slowly shook his head, though the expression on his face told me he knew I was right. "I don't want to lose you," he spoke as a tear spilled over the brim of his eye, dampening his lashes and leaving a wet streak in its wake as it rolled down his cheek, and the sight was the final breaking point that had me bursting into tears.

"Neither do I."

His fingers dug into my skin as he tightened his grip on my body, his forehead leaning against mine as the only sounds exchanged between the two of us were the unspoken words of labored breaths and soft sobs.

Sometimes when you love someone, you have to do what's best for them.

And I knew this was what's best for Yoongi.

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #lmao why am i so impulsive #i decided i was gonna post this all of ten minutes ago and here we are #anyways this will help my peace of mind to know that at least SOMETHING is out there #some sort of closure to the series #not everything i had planned but #it'll do for now #i hope u guys can forgive me for whatever tf this is fjshgdkfd

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ 💐} REQUEST - ❝ Hi! May i ask a headcanon for Namjoon , Tae and Yoongi when their s/o show up at their house at like 3am and she's crying then she asks them if she can sleep there bc she fought with her parents and they kicked her out . Poor baby just wants help and cuddle for the night ❞

{ ☕️} NOTE - ⚠️MAJOR TW ⚠️taehyung’s segment contains mentions/implications of suicide and includes the death of close loved ones. again, viewer discretion is advised!!!

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

you are at once enveloped in darkness, nothing but the flickering street light to illuminate the route before you

stumbling through the twilight like an open book stained of coffee, you walk with a tear-stained face as the memories of your parent’s bitter intentions hinder in the back of your head

you are alone; alone through the night with the sweltering sky and forbidden reality

amid your journey through the clouds, you find the silhouette of a figure racing towards you, identity uncertain at the fault of your misty perception

your stomach begins to stir, deciphering whether the being before you means harm

you’ve dealt with enough harm tonight, after all

but, your distress boils down into honeyed warmth as you see yoongi dash towards you with horror bathing in his eyes

now, seeing his summer's tulips race through the midnight streets by themselves was terrifying enough, but casting his eyes upon the crystalline tears that adorn your cheeks shattered every fragment of his heart

you are his star’s fantasies, his flower’s fragrance, the essence of sunbeams that swim through the veins of a single mortal

you are everything to this boy

after all, he’d do anything to shield his dear beloved from the swollen moon held above

with trembling hands, he guides you to the safety of his apartment, the embrace of his affection and sugary-sweet reassurance lifting heavy worry from your chest

he’ll make you a hot cup of tea (cloth held around the mug to protect you from any potential burns) and smother you with his frantic devotion

as ocean sounds echo from the speaker, his wavering touches and shaky shushes bring you ease

with his warm clothes straight from the dryer enveloping your form, he’ll rake his fingertips through the soft locks of your hair and soothe you of your burdens

you mustn’t worry about finding another place to stay, you’ll always have your yoongi!

and although the racing of his heart due to immense concern for his starlight could be heard from miles away, he still finds the strength to protect the one he loves most

he will always find strength for you.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

for these eternal years of namjoon’s life, the pearl of his heart was abandoned by the people he needed most in his life

to be so lonely, that’s all he’s ever known

that is until you danced into the whorls of his soul with glistening intentions and a swan’s embrace

as every hour, every minute, every second passes by, he still can’t give the heavens enough gratitude to thank them for the angel they blessed him with

“‘joon?” your voice of rosy divinity interrupts him of his train of thought

namjoon looks over to his dawn’s illumination, expecting the iridescent hues of sunshine to blush your face, but instead finding you with tears racing down your cheeks

fear, unlike anything he's ever felt before, immediately surges through his body

the mere idea of his lover in any form of pain stings more than striking a knife through his chest, but now that this nightmare has morphed into a reality, he feels his heart hammer against his ribcage with enough power to shatter the bones

his protective instincts kick in, the sudden rage within him prepared to spill the blood of whoever dared to harm his dearest

he is eager to avenge for his lover, but once you inform him on the phonecall with your parents with a quivery voice that causes tears to prick at his eyes, his heart melts into rose thorns and apple seeds

he’ll deal with your family later because you’re far more important than anything held within our galaxy

as you cuddle one of the throw-pillows on the lavish couch (with hushed sniffles that prick at his heart), namjoon orders for the personal chefs to prepare a full-course meal of all your favorites

dishes varying in all matters sweet or spicy, whatever your heavenly heart could ever desire

he’ll even go as far as to hire massagers (the best in the state, only for you), but promptly becomes a mistake as he's a bit wary over other people putting their hands on you, so the appointment will be cut short as he caresses his love himself

and as dusk simmers with the great moon, the night shall be silenced as you’re snuggled into namjoon’s chest with whispers of affirmation soothing your soul

good luck trying to escape the estate for the next few weeks

he just can’t let you go, not after witnessing you is such misery

his butterfly’s kiss, his lavender’s moonlight, his summer fruit is in great pain and nothing has hurt him more than this

after all, he’d walk to the ends of the world to see the stars kiss that smile of yours for just a second, one more second.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

as the tornadoes and cataclysms that shake the earth falter to an end, you then escape to your bedroom and breathe in the taste of your teardrops

your mind drifts off to the basis of life, the meaning of it all

if life is to live cradling burdens, is it really worth it? if i must embrace the blood, will i ever find beauty?

these eyes cry silent tears, and unbeknownst to you, another soul lingers outside your window and cries along with you

to watch as tendrils of moonlight seep down the cheeks of his lover he longs to caress is to perfume the atmosphere with decaying fairy dust

taehyung chokes on his breath, suffocating on the passing of his lily’s divine soul

within the palace of his memories, he stands on the peripheral of summer’s golden embrace and gentle smiles

he has found daisies within the ash of winter, and now that the radiance of his infatuation has been robbed at the fault of your parents, resonant rage sinks its teeth into the nape of his skin

to see his sweetheart in pain, it is to bleed onto iridescent stardust

now, he must venture back to his estate with pain in the depths of his heart and a plan that lingers like wolves within the midnight brume

a harsh “bang!” disrupts you of your slumber as you slowly regain consciousness

you cradle yourself into the warm sheets as if the blanket was some form of a shield to protect you from the dangers that sit just outside the rusty door

you hear the echo of gunshots, muffled shouts, and looming footsteps

and these man’s footsteps reverberate against the quiet walls so eerily, goosebumps shiver across the land of your skin

with every step and hushed breath of yours, the presence of danger marches closer and closer and closer to you

the door creaks open and just before you can plead for mercy, you find a boy, presumable your age, adorned in blood yet wearing a lovable smile

he looks at you with a puppy-dog, lovesick gaze, ignoring the crimson blood left in his path

you are then yanked into his tumultuous embrace as his hums of contentment and hushed giggles fan against your ear and cause you to tremble

like violets in summer’s wind, taehyung assumes, as you quiver like a lamb in his embrace

you may be frightened, yes, but you are safe

safe is all you ever will be with him. always and forever.

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btschooseafic · 3 years

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Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: Jimin does his best to get abs worth showing off.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. (TW: eating disordered behavior/body image issues/perfectionism) [Masterlist]

Track 13: Jimin’s diet

Body Terror Song-AJJ

“I'm very sorry that you have to have a body

One that will hurt you and be the subject of so much of your fear”

Aviva had somewhat been avoiding Jin since their last conversation—which was difficult, as she was his manager, and they were smack-dab in the middle of a busy training schedule.

Hoseok was currently working with the choreographers to put together a routine to go with their debut song. Aviva hadn’t come to every rehearsal like she used to, busy talking to booking agents, and besides that, not having much (any) experience to do with dancing. Still Hoseok was a friend, and an important group member, so when he asked her to come see what they were working on and give him some feedback, she came.

“This part is on the offbeat, then you turn,” Hoseok explained, demonstrating the move for the other boys. “So, you want to take it from the top?”

Aviva applauded as she entered. “As expected from our dance captain!” She grinned at him, never unimpressed with Hobi’s dance skills. He smiled back at her.

“Don’t overdo it, Avi-yah, his head is big enough already,” Namjoon warned.

“Go hydrate while you have the chance!” Hoseok ordered, pointing off to the side where there was a line of water bottles along the floor. Jimin was already sitting, drinking and stretching. The others moved over to him, chatting as Hoseok sighed.

“What’s wrong, Hobi?” Aviva wondered. Hoseok shrugged.

“It’s going pretty well for our first run, but… there’s just one problem. I can’t help but feel like something’s missing…” He tapped his chin, looking frustrated. “What do you think, Avi?”

Aviva grimaced. “Sorry, I think I’m pretty useless in this situation. I’ve told you before, I don’t know much about dance routines—”

“Yah! Don’t put yourself down like that,” Hoseok said. “You might not be a dancer, but I’ve seen you speaking to the choreographers, watching videos, attending practices and taking notes. You’re our manager, and you’re our friend, your opinion is worth something.”

“Okay…” Sometimes Hoseok made her feel like crying with his emotional words. Half the time she was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose.

After watching the routine, Aviva spoke to Hoseok off to the side again.

“Yeah, I kind of get what you mean. It’s a pretty solid routine, but there’s no…” She made a like explosion movement with her hands. “No spice to make it stand out.”

Hoseok laughed, copying her movement. “Spice! You’re adorable, Aviva.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, feeling her face get hot.

“You know… I think you might have given me an idea though,” he said, leaning down to whisper it in her ear. Her eyes widened.

“Well that’s… daring.”

“Right?” He grinned widely.

“And, I guess, from a numbers standpoint, that would fit our projected demographic well.”

“You mean we’re hot so teenage girls are gonna be into it,” Hoseok translated.

“Teenage girls are one of the most powerful forces I know of,” Aviva said seriously.

“Hey, I’m not gonna argue with that.” Hoseok nodded. “I grew up with an older sister and five girl cousins around my age, and they saved my ass several times in our teenaged years.” He paused. “Come to think of it, they were the reason I got into trouble in the first place, half of the time, but eh, at least they cleaned up after themselves. Anyway…” He cupped his hands over his mouth. “Okay, boys, I have an important announcement to make as your choreographer!” The boys gathered around. “We have a signature dance move for our debut song! It’s… drum roll, please.” Yoongi slapped at Jin’s arm, creating a staccato beat. Jin winced and pouted at him. Hoseok laughed. “The ab reveal! We’re gonna pull up our shirts in the middle of the routine and show them off!”

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Are you sure? Pulling up our shirts? That seems… over the top.”

“The top over your head?” Aviva suggested, grinning. Everyone blinked at her. Aviva tilted her head. “Ah, that doesn’t work as well in Korean…”

Namjoon repeated it slowly to himself in English and then rolled his eyes.

“Ah, who are you, Jin-hyung?”

“She’s not as handsome,” Jin said immediately. Then he shrunk back as she looked at him. “Sorry…”

“Joon’s right though, we don’t want to overwhelm our audience,” Hoseok said thoughtfully. “So let’s just have one person do it! More of an impact!” He pointed excitedly at Jimin.

“Why… why are you looking at me…?”

“We’re counting on you, Jimin-ah! The success of our debut song is riding on your abs!” Namjoon said, clapping him on the shoulder and then speeding out of the room, the other boys following suit, as if afraid Hoseok might change his mind and make them all do it again. Aviva frowned.

“You okay, Jiminie? If it’s too much pressure, Hoseok can think of something else.”

Hoseok frowned. “What? I like this idea,” he grumbled. She elbowed him. “Yeah, sure, fine. Leave to me, manager.”

“No, it’s fine,” Jimin said, his smile a lot weaker than his usual shining grin. “I’ll do it. Don’t worry about me, manager-noona.” He left the room quickly. Aviva let out a breath.

“You guys better not pressure him too much. Honestly, it’s like we’ve learned nothing from that whole thing with Kookie…”

Over the next few days, Aviva kept an eye out for Jimin. She made a worrying observation that he didn’t appear to be eating, turning down even Jin’s home cooked meals in favor of diet shakes.

So Aviva sucked up her pride and asked Jin and Taehyung for help.

“I’ve heard it’s unfortunately pretty common in the idol industry, but has Jimin-ah done anything like this before?” Aviva asked Tae as they gathered in her kitchen early in the morning.

Taehyung had been excited to be invited to her apartment, but now seemed nervous. “Ah, noona, you know, I’m not really sure it’s my place to talk about that.”

“Right…” Aviva let out a breath. “Right, that’s true. I should just talk to him about it directly, but I was worried he was going to get embarrassed and not want to talk…”

“That’s a possibility,” Taehyung agreed.

“So, I thought I’d carry out Plan B at the same time as Plan A,” she told him.

“Is that where I come in?” Jin wondered, pointing at himself. Aviva nodded.

“I wanted to ask for your help making a lunchbox for Jimin-ah.”

“A lunchbox!” Taehyung clapped his hands together excitedly.

Jin smiled. “That’s a lovely idea.”

“If you’re comfortable telling me some of his favorite foods, and we can try to keep it as healthy as possible as well,” Aviva thought.

“Right!” Taehyung nodded, his expression turning serious. “I will make a list.”

“I’ll think of some healthy recipes,” Jin added. Aviva smiled.

“Thank you both.”

“Ah, there is something I wanted to talk to you about, Aviva-yah, if you don’t mind,” Jin said. She looked at him, curious. He cleared his throat. “In private, maybe?” Taehyung glanced at him, looking slightly suspicious. Aviva considered for a moment, and then pulled out her wallet.

“This is the company card,” she told Taehyung, giving it to him. “Why don’t you buy some ingredients for us to work with?”

“Yes!” Taehyung flashed his typical victory sign. “Grocery store, here I come!” He rushed out the door.

“Don’t forget your coat… ah, too late.” Aviva shook her head. “That boy.” She turned, seeing Jin smiling at her. “What?”

“Ah, no, I just thought, for all their flirting, mostly you just seem like their mom.”

She blinked. “Really? I thought that was Namjoon-ah, or you, maybe.”

“Me?” Jin tilted his head. “Well, I guess we can all share the burden. It takes a village to raise a child, right?”

“What did you want to talk to me about?” She cut to the chase.

“I wanted to apologize, again, for overstepping, when I was drunk,” he said. She frowned. “I wouldn’t bring it up again, but I know you’ve been avoiding me, so I realized it must have really hurt your feelings.” She ran her hand through her hair.

“I don’t know… It, that wasn’t very professional of me, oppa, sorry.”

“I accept the apology from you as a manager, but from you as a friend… it’s unnecessary. In the matter of friendship, I was in the wrong.”

“You didn’t hurt my feelings,” she said. “You just brought up something… something I’m not ready to think about, and I was worried you might bring it up again if we talked one-on-one.”

“Ah, well, I guess I almost have done that?” Jin smiled sheepishly at her. “I’ll do my best to avoid it from now on.”

“…Okay,” she said. “But, maybe… some day, if I ever feel like I’m ready to talk about it, would you… would you listen to me? Even if it doesn’t make very much sense.”

“Of course,” Jin said, taking her hands in his and squeezing them lightly before letting go. “Now! Please tell me you have a spare apron, because I am too handsome in this shirt to get it messy.”

She snorted. “Ah, yeah, there’s the one I bought for Soonie as a gag gift.” She pulled the frilly pink apron out of a closet and handed it to him.

“Hmmm…” He was blushing slightly.

“Oppa?” She gave him a weird look.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I just thought… she’d probably look cute in this.”

Aviva nodded. “Of course. She looks cute in everything.”

Jin laughed. “Hmm.”

Later that day, Aviva headed to the studio. She could hear Jimin working on his moves in the room down the hall. Then she heard a loud slam and ran forward to find Jimin collapsed on the ground.

“Jimin!” She quickly moved over to him, pulling his head onto his lap. He groaned.

“Ah!” He put a hand on his head, wincing. She ran her fingers through his hair gently, trying to see if she could feel any bumps or cuts. Jimin made a happy little noise, closing his eyes for a moment before jerking out of her arms. “Manager-noona!” He sat up, scouting away from her. “I’m alright. I just got a bit dizzy and it made me mess up the step.”

“Jimin-ah,” she said, trying to catch his eye, though he appeared to be avoiding her gaze. “I know this can be a sensitive topic for some people, but have you eaten today?”

“Hmm, that’s right, it’s about lunch time. Do you think you can hand me my bag? There’s a shake in there.”

“Jimin-ah,” she said again, taking his hands in hers. They were shaking. “I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine!” Jimin said, his cheerful tone a little forced to her ears. “This diet is really working! I’m starting to get abs! Wanna see?” He started pulling up his shirt. “Here—”

“Yah, pabo!” Taehyung appeared in the doorway.

“Ah.” Aviva smiled slightly. “I thought you might have followed me here.”

“Tae?” Jimin frowned at him. “Who’re you calling pabo?”

“You!” Taehyung said. “I saw you fall over.” Jimin’s face flushed. Tae looked at Aviva.

“Show him what we made for him.”

Jimin looked at Aviva. She opened her bag and held out the lunchbox to him.

“Tae helped make this?” Jimin said doubtfully. “Tae Tae, you know I appreciate your cooking, but—”

“Don’t worry, Jin-hyung and Avi-noona did all of the cooking, I just helped pick out the ingredients,” Taehyung told him. “I know I’m not a very good cook.”

He wilted a little.

“I still appreciated the thought,” Jimin said quietly. “When you’ve tried making food for me in the past…”

“Yeah, but I don’t think Avi-noona appreciated when I set her smoke alarm off,” Tae thought. Jimin squinted at him.

“Tae, you bad boy—”

“It wasn’t too bad,” Aviva interrupted, waving her hands. “Everyone’s safe, so that’s all that matter—”

“You went to noona’s apartment without me?” Jimin pouted at him. Aviva blinked.

“What? That’s what you…?” She sighed.

“Yeah, so? You get to eat her home cooked meal,” Taehyung pointed out. “So you’d better appreciate it.”

“I will.” Jimin turned to her. “I do.”

“Say that after you eat it, maybe?” She suggested.

“Anyway, Jin-hyung was there the whole time, so it’s not like anything could’ve happened,” Taehyung muttered. Jimin grinned, opening the box.

“Yeah, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Aviva said.

“It looks really good,” Jimin said, staring at the food. “But, my diet…”

“Noona and Jin-hyung specially picked the recipes so that the food was healthy, particularly for a dancer,” Taehyung told him. “Noona printed out scientific articles like she was possessed by Namjoon-hyung or something.”

Jimin snickered, and then his face turned serious.

“You did all that for me?” He asked Aviva. She nodded. “But, I’m trying to help too. I’m trying to be the best I can be, for this group. That’s why everything’s got to be perfect… When it’s perfect, I’ll feel better.”

Aviva sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest, and resting her chin there, staring at her feet. “You sound like Jungkookie, or my sister, or me…” She looked up again, finally catching Jimin’s gaze. “But let me tell you a secret, Jimin-ah. You’re never going to be perfect. There will always be another loose thread you can pick at. If you keep doing that, whatever it is you want to do, will never get done. Sometimes the best you can do, is the best you can do at that moment. Maybe one day you will be better, but that kind of change can’t happen instantaneously.” She smiled. “But what am I telling you that for? You know. You’re one of the hardest working people I know, Jiminie.” Jimin rubbed at his face and then took a deep breath.

“Don’t you make me cry!” He warned her.

“It’s okay if you cry,” Taehyung said. “I’ll hold you if you do.” Jimin made a face.

“…Only if Avi-noona joins.”

“…How about a pat on the head?” She offered instead.

Jimin ate half the lunch, slowly. He apologized for not finishing it all, but Aviva assured him that was okay. He hadn’t been eating, so eating quickly all of a sudden could make him sick.

She and Taehyung stuck around for the rest of Jimin’s practice, Tae doing his best to follow along, Aviva even joining along for a couple moves, making them all laugh as she growled with frustration at not being able to follow the choreography.

“Rome wasn’t built in a day, manager,” Jimin teased her.

“Oh, I know,” she grumbled. “But I would’ve probably died trying.”

“Ah.” Jimin nodded. “I can understand that.”

“Live instead,” Tae suggested, slinging his arms around their shoulders. “It’s more fun to hang out all together. I’ll get lonely alone.”

“Okay, but get off of me,” Jimin said, shoving him. “You’re sweaty.”

“We all are,” Aviva said, wrinkling her nose as she looked down at her business clothes. “Hobi’s gonna yell at me for wrinkling my clothes again.”

Jimin snickered. “Oh yeah, hyung does that to me all the time! You’ve just got to change quickly and hide the clothes before he sees them.”

“Yeah, but I was going to drive you back, so he’ll see me,” Aviva thought, chewing at her lip. Jimin smiled slyly.

“We could stop by your place first, and could can change.”

“Ooh, can we borrow your shower?” Taehyung asked, his smile matching Jimin’s.

Aviva sighed. “Boys, I really don’t think it’s your intention to make me feel unsafe in my own home, hmm?”

They both blinked, and then exchanged a guilty look.

“Not at all!” They said in unison.

“Sorry.” Tae bowed slightly. “I know I’ve been teasing you a bit too much lately. I got overexcited because your reactions are amusing and I enjoy learning new things about you.”

“Alright, alright,” Aviva said. “Just get in the car.” She drove them back to the dorm.

“You practice this late every night?” Taehyung asked, looking up at the dark sky as they moved down the path towards the dorm. “Alone? Amazing!”

Aviva frowned. “Jiminie... are you sleeping enough?”

“I’m fine!” He said. “I’m not tired!”

“That’s not what I—“

“I’ve got to make sacrifices for my abs,” Jimin interrupted.

Taehyung poked at his own stomach.

“Hmmm. I’ll just hope for them in the next life.”

Aviva touched her stomach. “A healthy body looks different for everyone,” she said quietly. Taehyung and Jimin exchanged a thoughtful look.

“I know I said I’d stop teasing, but you do have a nice body, manager-noona,” Tae commented. Jimin shoved him.

“Tae! You can’t just say things like that!”

“What? She’s soft and nice to touch.”

“That’s worse!”

Aviva sighed, rubbing her temples. “Taehyung-ah, I think maybe you mean well, but you’re giving me a headache. Jimin-ah’s right, it’s not appropriate to say things like that.”

Jimin shot Tae a pointed look. “Okay, okay.” Taehyung waved his hand. “I’ll retract my statement.” He made a weird swooping movement as if swallowing back his words. She snorted. He smiled slightly. “There now… don’t be sad, manager. You and Jiminie can both have abs if you really want, but do it in a healthy way, please.”

Jimin blinked. “Tae, you—” He squeaked. “What the fuck was that?”

“Huh?” Tae looked around.

“I just saw someone sneak out of the dorm!” Jimin said, pointing at a far off darting shadow. Aviva squinted.

“It’s too dark, and my eyesight isn’t good enough to see who it is. Maybe it’s just Hoseok sneaking out to party. I know he did that sometimes in the early days of training.”

“Did he?” Jimin’s lips twitched. “Sounds fun.”

When they got inside, Yoongi was sitting on the couch working at his laptop.

He looked up when they entered.

“You’re back late.” He crossed his arms over his chest, giving them a pointed look. “Just what will I tell your mother?” Taehyung laughed as Jimin rolled his eyes.

“….Jin-oppa is the mom?” Aviva guessed.

“Of course.” Yoongi grinned.

Aviva looked around. “Joon isn’t up working with you tonight?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Everyone else is asleep.”

“Alright, boys. Get some sleep. I’ll be back in…” She glanced at her watch and groaned. “We’ve only got a few hours. By the time I drive back home and then I have to clean up, and then go to sleep and then wake up and come back here and—”

Jimin held his finger in front of her mouth.

“Why don’t you stay over?” He suggested. “I promise Tae and I will behave.”

“I will,” Tae seconded. “I don’t want you driving while you’re so tired, noona.”

Her brow furrowed. “Well, I guess you’ve got a point…”

Tae smiled. “Yay! Where are you going to sleep? Cause I like to snuggle—“

“Nope!” Jimin said, slapping him over the back of the head. “You literally just promised you’d behave.” Taehyung whined as Jimin pulled him out of the room. “Let’s go take a shower before bed.”

“Are they showering together?” Aviva wondered. Yoongi shrugged.

“Saves time.”

“…South Korea is surprisingly open-minded about some things,” Aviva thought.

“Maybe,” Yoongi said. “Or maybe it’s just us. Anyway, I’m going to be working for a while longer, so you can use my bed if you want. No cuddling with hormonal teenagers necessary.”

“Cuddling aside, I don’t particularly want to be sleeping in a room with six to seven boys,” she told him. He nodded.

“That’s fair. Neither do I.”

“... Sorry I haven’t found a bigger place for you guys.”

He sighed, brushing his bangs away from his face. “That’s not what I meant, Aviva-yah.”

“Okay...” She chewed at her lip. “Can’t I just sleep out here?” She pointed at the couch.

“You don’t mind me working?” He wondered. She shook her head.

“You don’t mind me snoring?”

He laughed. “I’m used to Joon-ah and Jiminie already.” He stood up, stretching. “I should get you a blanket or something—and do you need something to sleep in?” She hesitated, and then nodded. “You’d better come into the room with me, so you can tell me what’s okay.”

She frowned. “Won’t I wake them?”

He shook his head. “They’ll be dead to the world at this point.”

They walked into the bedroom. Yoongi walked over to the dresser, searching through a drawer. Aviva glanced around at the sleeping boys. Hoseok had his hand on his stomach. Jin was surrounded by a sea of stuffed animals. Jungkook was wrapped in his blankets like a caterpillar. She glanced up at Namjoon, who was sleeping with his laptop open on his chest. She hesitated and then climbed up the ladder, taking the laptop from him. He grunted and rolled over, continuing to snore. Aviva started climbing down the ladder, but fumbled while trying to hold the laptop steady.

She half fell on top of Yoongi.

He sighed, his breath in her ear.

“You’re just as bad as Namjoon-ah, honestly.” He steadied her on her feet and stepped away, shaking his head.

“…Thanks.” She placed Namjoon’s laptop on top of the dresser, careful not to disturb any of Hoseok’s figurines.

“Would these work?” Yoongi held up a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

She chewed her lip. “The shorts are fine, but the shirt would be a little… tight.”

“I figured.” He glanced her over and then looked away. “Namjoon-ah’s shirts are the biggest, but I can’t tell what of his is clean.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “I can just sleep in my undershirt.”

“…Alright. And there’s an extra blanket in the closet.” He smirked. “I’m not sure you’re tall enough to reach it.” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re barely taller than me.”

“Still counts!”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Jimin said, walking in with a towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced at Aviva and then quickly avoided eye contact, his face turning pink. “Ah… a little privacy please, noona?”

“Of course!” Aviva zipped out of the room, past an equally shirtless Taehyung, who just gave her his patented blank faced look. Yoongi followed her at a slower pace. He walked over to the closet and opened it. Aviva walked up to him. “Are there clean towels in there? I’m thinking maybe I should take a shower too. I tried to dance, so I’m all gross.”

Yoongi glanced her over again.“You look… fine, but I understand the feeling.” He handed her a blue towel with a yellow duck on it. “I haven’t used this since I last washed it, so it’s clean.”

She stared at it. “This is yours?”

“Yeah.” He shot her a challenging look. “So?”

She just grinned. “So, you’re cute.”

“Just… just go shower,” he said, his face flushing. “Go shower and then get some sleep before you have to start your day.”

Aviva felt much better after showering. She could use Hobi’s iron in the morning on her button up, and trousers, she thought it had some kind of gentle clean setting on it. She came back into the living room, wearing her camisole and Yoongi’s shorts, which were a bit tight on her, but not too much so.

Yoongi glanced up at her when she walked in. He froze. She sniffed, glancing at the mug in his hand. “Coffee? Are you not even trying to sleep?”

“I have to finish this, but you…” He frowned. “You’re the one who’s cute…”

She blinked at him. “What?”

“Too cute.” He suddenly pulled off his hoodie and held it out to her. “Wear that and cover up before the maknae line rushes over here drooling.”

“Stop being gross,” she said, pulling the sweater over her head anyway. It was warm. The fabric was worn, but not overly soft, it felt nice against her skin. “But thanks for this.” She snuggled into the sweater further.

“…I made it worse,” he muttered.

She squinted at him. “What’s that?”

“Nothing. Go to sleep. The blanket’s over the back of the couch. I’m going to record your snoring and use it in a track.”

“Use Joonie’s, it’ll have more impact,” she told him. He snorted. She plugged her phone into a charger and then put her glasses down on the side table. “Night, Yoongi.”

“…Night, Aviva.”

#bts #kim taehyung #min yoongi #bts predebut #bts x oc #park jimin #fanfiction #kim seokjin #bts world #idolverse #manager!oc #taehyung x oc #jimin x oc #yoongi x oc #seokjin x oc

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lveclouds · 3 years

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the city was burning and the sun was melted gold (fic title!!)

ooh this is pretty!! + here's what i would write ✨

tw: heavy violence, depictions of war, mentions of blood, major character death

a fantasy au, in which you are a renowned sorcerer and yoongi is the young prince of the kingdom in which you reside. you'd lived in the kingdom of daegu for centuries, quietly helping out people when they needed it, whether it was a menial task or not. you were well-respected, and no one bothered you, for the most part.

there were the occasional thugs that tried to rouse you, to use your power to kill, but so far, you had resisted their attempts. you tried to avoid hurting people with your magic, as doing so was the last thing you wanted.

the kingdom was very well-respected, as yoongi's father, the king, had made sure it maintained such a reputation over the years. the king was kind and firm, and tried his best to attend to the needs of the people.

he'd managed to do a decent job so far, as there was rarely conflict in the kingdom and its surrounding cities. well, that is, until the war broke out.

you'd heard rumors of a war starting in the west, but ignored them, as who would dare to try and attack daegu? but you were soon proven wrong when you woke to the kingdom falling apart outside. you'd rushed to put on your robe, not bothering to make sure if your hair was unkempt or not, and made your way outside.

the air was stifling and heavy with smoke, which burned your eyes and lungs, but you ignored it, flinging out your hands as you ran, swirls of periwinkle light filling the air. you dodged clashing swords and tried not to flinch at the alarming rate in which bodies were falling.

you lunged for a little girl who was left defenseless amidst the chaos, fresh tears falling down her pale face, clutching a dirty doll in her hand. you scooped the girl up into your arms just as the house behind her collapsed. after ensuring she was alright, you whirled, flinging out a hand at a charging soldier, not bothering to look back as he crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain.

fear and adrenaline flowed through your veins as you fought, heart pounding wildly against your chest. you looked around wildly, and sure enough, fending off against a man twice his size, was yoongi, teeth gritted in determination.

you felt a shiver of fear crawl along your spine, and you ignored it as you rushed to help him. yoongi was barely holding his own against the man, sword barely managing to deflect the onslaught of attacks the latter was making.

gritting your teeth in annoyance, you closed your eyes, summoning a great amount of magic, and flung out your hand once again, a stream of pure red light shooting out, and the man fell to the ground with a cry of agony, clutching his burning arm.

yoongi fell back, breathing heavily, whirling around to face you, pure horror and disbelief on his face. you ignored the ache in your heart at the expression on his face, forcing yourself to turn away. but before you rushed back into the heat of the battle, you turned your head towards the sun, which was burning gold, despite the city burning and turning into ash, allowing yourself a small, sad smile.

send me a made-up fic title <3

#asks #my angels #i honestly don't know what this is #these are so fun to write!!

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hisunshiine · 4 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 - Part 1

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 ထ written by @sunkissedwriter / m. a. tw.

↳ au based off of The King: Eternal Monarch | Cross posted to her AO3

Prologue

The manpasijeok’s lilting tone whispered into Min Yoongi’s ear. Your destiny awaits you.

He followed the call of this mystical flute, faintly aware of the footsteps that followed close behind him. He made his way through the palace, out into the gardens, past the ponds, up the stairs to the temple. The sound of it’s call grew louder and louder until his eyes fell onto the manpasijeok, following the hand wrapped around said flute up to meet the confused expression of his brother.

“Hyung?”

The word stirred the irritation that simmered under Yoongi’s skin. “You don’t understand the power you hold, and yet you are King. I am father’s first born and yet I have been reduced to nothing but a bastard Imperial Prince.”

“Hyung. What are you talking about?” He turned to face his brother fully, glancing down at the flute.

Yoongi ascended the stairs slowly, keeping his eyes locked on the manpasijeok, “The manpasijeok . You don’t have the courage to wield its power.” He flicked his eyes up to his younger brother, “I should have been king!”

His brother’s eyes hardened, “And what would you have done as King? Use the manpasijeok to bend everyone to your will? Twist the purity of the flute to satisfy your hunger? Even if you were legitimate, father would have never let you be king.”

Yoongi removed the sword from the display case, weighing it in his palm, studying the way the light glinted off the sharpened edge. “Father would have never let me be king. You’re right. And now that you have a spoiled brat, my chances have been lowered even more.” His eyes lazily moved up from the sword to his brother, “Which is why I just have to take matters into my own hands.”

With a swift movement, he plunged the sword into his brother's chest, feeling his grip loosen as blood spilled from around the sword. Fear consumed his brother’s expression, his hand gripping Yoongi’s forearm where he held the sword. Blood stained his lips as he struggled to take a breath, eyes widened and locked on his elder brother’s.

Yoongi leaned in and whispered, “Your son is next.” He took a step back, pulling the sword free, watching as his brother collapsed onto the stone floor, throwing the sword down next to him.

The manpasijeok rolled free from his grip, bumping into his feet. Yoongi reached for it, his lips twisting into a grin as he felt the power of the flute rush through his veins. The kingdom, the throne, all were now finally within reach.

“Uncle Yoongi? Appa?!” The tiny voice of his nephew sent a chill down his spine.

The boy in question ran up the stairs, soaked in the blood of the guards they had killed on the way in. He dropped to his knees in front of his father, shaking him, screaming for his father to wake up.

Yoongi simply watched as the boy fell apart before him, making the decision that he would have to put the boy out of his misery. He ran his thumb along the flute, the words flowing from his lips, “Hoseokah...don’t cry, you will join your father and mother soon enough.”

His nephew suddenly swung the heavy sword at him, slicing through the manpasijeok and nicking his hand. Fury burned through Yoongi as he stumbled back in shock.

“This is treason! I order the Royal Guards to arrest the traitor Min Yoongi and strip the Imperial Prince of his title and power and sentence him to the maximum penalty by law!” His nephew’s voice wavered as the tiny prince proclaimed the statement.

Yoongi chuckled, “This is the first time you sound and act like the Crown Prince.” He took the broken half of the manpasijeok, and shoved the small prince against the column, pressing the sharpened point of the broken flute against his nephew's neck. “I have waited for this moment my entire life. I hid my desires, gathered people who support me, endured your foolish father and mine, and waited quietly for this day my entire life.” Yoongi’s hand pressed tighter against his neck, “So how dare you...how dare a child like you...useless and powerless thing...try to stop me.”

Hoseok’s blood began to coat Yoongi’s fingers, his nephew struggling against his hold, eyes growing heavier from the lack of oxygen. Yoongi’s fury grew as he watched the boy fight for his life, when the glass above them suddenly exploded. Yoongi dropped his nephew, staring out into the hall where his guards began to shoot the intruder, a tall figure dressed in black.

The intruder returned fire, easily dispatching three of Yoongi’s guards. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the intruder, trying to identify the man before being knocked to the ground by a guard, sending the two halves of the flute flying.

“Your Highness, we have to go! The Royal Guards have been alerted, they will be here soon!”

Yoongi found one half of the flute and frantically searched the ground for the other, shots ringing around him followed by the cry of his guard, “Your Highness! We need to leave! Now!”

A bullet flew by his ear, prompting him to quickly follow the few men that were left. He sprinted out of the door, the thundering of footsteps driving him to run faster as he bolted for the bamboo forest. He could hear the shouts of his men as they were captured, along with the hooves of the calvary as they breached the forest.

A soft whistle of the flute began to play for him, leading him deeper into the forest. He felt a buzzing in the air, the hair on his arms rising as he saw two obelisks appear, forming a gate. He glanced at the forest behind him, watching as the flashlights grew closer. Yoongi took his chance and stepped through the gate.

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kpopwrites · 4 years

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Drowning in A Dream Chapter 7

A/N: It’s here and super fast! I’m at a friends house so I have so much time to write! This is gonna be a fun time y’all. Read with caution man.

TW: Possible smut in upcoming chapters, angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, slight gore

The room was silent, the only sounds being Namjoon’s pained breathing and the fireplace crackling as you stared at the men in shock. “You’re joking right? You really expect me to believe that I’m supposed to walk around and do my daily things with seven ghosts behind me?” You scoff, plopping down onto the arm chair with a huff. “I mean, kind of yeah. You get all the benefits. We each complete part of you.” Yoongi shrugged, yawning tiredly. “And what exactly are your sins? Jungkook was Wrath, we established that.” You ask, looking at Namjoon. “Well, I am Greed. You’ll notice I bring out the selfishness in most people, and I like collecting certain things.” He smirked, looking at the ceiling as Hoseok tended to his neck.

“And you? I don’t remember beauty being a deadly sin.” You glare at Jin, causing him to grin. “No, but Pride is.” He chirped proudly, making you wince at just how happy he was to be the literal embodiment of Pride. “That’s why you scarred up those people. They were good looking.” Jin’s eyes lost their humor, though the smile stayed on his face. “Not as handsome as me, right darling? I’m your most handsome man?” He purred dangerously, making you shiver and lean back in the chair, gripping the iron tightly.

“Don’t forget about me!” Hoseok finished up Namjoon’s neck before sitting on the arm of the chair, giggling happily. “What do you think I am Sunshine?” He looked like a puppy, eager to please it’s owner. “Um… I can’t really remember all of the sins. I only know the major ones really. Wrath, Pride, Gluttony…. I usually forget after that.” Hoseok frowned darkly, huffing. “You forget the best one?!” Namjoon let out a throaty chuckle. “Hobi was chosen by Envy, so be careful of what you say.” Hoseok glowed with happiness as Namjoon said his sin. “Not that I would ever harm you my precious sunshine, but I get jealous of the others very easily.” He hummed, patting your head. You flinched, doing your best to subtly move away from the seemingly bipolar man.

“Hyung, You’re scaring her.” Jimin mused, leaning back and stretching against the couch. “Who do you think chose me, my sweet little rabbit?” He flirted, winking. “Is over flirtatiousness a sin?” You grumble, causing Taehyung and Jungkook to burst out laughing. Jimin bristled, looking like an unhappy bird. “No. Lust chose me, due to how stunning I was.” Jin rolled his eyes at his younger brother's antics. “Please. Lust chose you because you were a dweeby virgin.” He shot, pushing Jimin to the side. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a good meal… I bet things will feel so much better with you.” Jimin ignored Jin, leaning forward and cupping your chin. “Enough Jimin. Don’t look into his eyes (Y/N), never look into a demon’s eyes unless you trust them completely.” Namjoon pulled Jimin back onto the couch, glaring at the smirking boy.

“Right, Greed, Pride, Envy, Lust, Wrath. That leaves Yoongi and Taehyung. Yoongi, sloth?” You guessed, rethinking how cranky he got when people disturbed his naps. He nodded, laying down on the couch and laying his feet on Jimin’s lap. “That leaves Taehyung with Gluttony, right? Makes sense considering how V comes out when you're hungry. Do you all have something like that?” You ask, mentally taking notes on how everything worked with these strange men. Of course, you were still freaked out, but the safest way to get out was to play along for now, until you could head home and decompress. “No. Tae’s sin didn’t bond with him as strongly as it did with us, he fought it until they agreed to share the body. V only comes out when he gets hungry.”

“That’s why you put me behind you when I first met him, you knew V was out.” You commented, biting your lip. “Yes. Imagine my surprise when V became the most protective of you so quickly. I think it’s due to V being a pure demon that he realized before we did.” Namjoon smirked, scratching his chin as he stared at the fire. Taehyung looked down sheepishly, blushing as you moved closer to him. So far, Taehyung seemed the safest, especially with how upset V got at the mere sight of Jimin touching you. “So, each of you have powers, right? Namjoon makes people… selfish? That’s kind of stupid.” You admit, biting your lip and shrinking into Taehyung as Namjoon scowled. “I bring out the greed in people’s hearts. We all have advanced strength and speed, as well as a ‘true form’ that we don’t typically show.”

Your curiosity peaked as you looked at him. “True form? Why not show it?” Namjoon looked at you, causing you to look at his nose instead, not wanting to look in his eyes. “When our true form is shown, we become like V, much more barbaric. We do enjoy parts of humanity, you know.” Even though he was smirking, there seemed to be a small amount of pain shining in his eyes, making you frown. Perhaps these men truly were lost souls, torn between the two halves of themselves.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. “For your neck. I had forgotten how bad Iron hurts creatures from other worlds.” Yoongi cocked his head to the side. “Where did you learn that, anyway? I doubt they teach that in school.” You laugh softly, shaking your head. “No, no, grandma would spend two hours twice a week teaching us myths and fairytales, wanting us to know everything we could. She taught us from a book she kept hidden and locked. I guess it wasn’t fake after all.” You muttered, thinking back to when your grandma would sit you and your brothers down.

“What are we learning about today Grandma?” Felix asked, sitting criss cross on the floor as the four siblings stared at their grandmother in amazement. The old woman smiled at her grandchildren, patting the young boy’s head. “My precious boy, today we’re learning about ghosts.” Jooheon let out a whimper, hiding behind (Y/N). “Noooo, ghosts are scary.” He sniffled, making (Y/N) giggle. “I’ll protect you Joohoney.” They pulled their brother into their lap, giggling happily as Jooheon whined again. “Well, don’t you worry Jooheon, this story is all about good and bad ghosts. You’ll learn how to protect yourself from the bad ones and how to help the good ones.” Carrie smiled at the group of children before beginning to read from the large, leather bound book.

“And then you could just blast them! Like, Pow, pow!” San jumped around on the furniture, eagerly thrusting his little fists out as he beat up the air. Carrrie laughed. “No no San, your little fists won’t do anything to defeat evil spirits, no matter how strong you are.” The young boy grinned with pride, giggling as he sat down. Carrie began reading, looking up occasionally to make sure the young ones were paying attention. Soon enough, the story was over. “Now, what did we learn?” Jooheon’s hand raised slowly. “Bad spirits are scary, but don’t show them fear, since it empowers them.” He mumbled. Carrie nodded. “What else?” San raised his hand next. “They don’t like pure iron! That’s why (Y/N), Felix and I have these!” He held up the iron chain around his neck with the (Y/L/N) crest on it. “Why doesn’t Jooheon get one?” (Y/N) asked, cocking her head. “I told you, Jooheon is allergic to iron, it hurts his skin.” Carried smiled. “How will he protect himself?!” (Y/N) clung to their brother, sniffling at the thought of him getting hurt. “Jooheon can defend himself. Now, time for our lessons downstairs. (Y/N), it’s bed time for you.” (Y/N) frowned. “Why do I never get to join you guys? I want to learn more!” They whined, pouting deeply. “You’re not ready yet my dear. Come along Felix, San, Jooheon, (Y/N) needs to get to bed.” Carrie gave her youngest grandchild a hug before walking off with the other three, leaving (Y/N) behind in their wake.

“(Y/N)?” A large hand appeared in front of your face before wiping the tear you hadn’t notice fell away. You looked over, spotting a concerned looking Taehyung. You quickly wiped away your tears, sniffling as you looked away. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how insane this is.” You lie softly, biting your lip before sitting up straight against the chair. “Don’t apologize for your emotions Jagi.” Taehyung smiled softly, patting your head. “You should get going soon darling. It’s going to be dark within the hour.” Jin commented. “Come back tomorrow, we’ll talk again then.” The men stood up, except Namjoon who stayed seated in his chair, staring at the fire. “Drive safe. If you need any of us, say our name in front of a candle. We’ll come to you immediately.” He spoke, looking at you with a small smile. You nod, awkwardly setting the fire poker down.

“Sorry again for the… neck thing.” You cleared your throat before grabbing the four wheeler helmet and heading outside. “Tomorrow. After you get with work.” Taehyung smiled, standing outside on the porch as you climbed onto the machine. You nod, starting the engine. “Tomorrow.” With those final words, you started down the mountain, unknowingly heading into the claws of the enemy.

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arpwrites · 5 years

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[Tarot!BTS] One Thing They’d Change About Themselves

In order to get a deeper understanding of who the boys really are, I’ll be drawing a few cards to find out the one thing they’d change about themselves because who you want to be is sometimes more telling than who you are.

Heads Up! Depression TW, Negative Thoughts TW

Read my disclaimers for fullest understanding of this reading’s implications!

Kim Seokjin

Jin wishes he could stop being torn between different things and having to juggle multiple roles, he just wants to invest all of himself into one pursuit. Though Jin’s heart really lies with acting, his career requires him to be a jack of all trades. This reading speaks of his wish to pursue his dream and only that, but responsibilities to rest of the boys and his commitment to BigHit keep him from doing so. He wishes he could have the guts to go for it, break the contract and be selfish, but he just can’t. His consideration for his family is a good thing, but he thinks of it as a flaw, as an inability to commit, fickleness. He can’t see that he’s just committing to something else.

Min Yoongi

Yoongi wants to change the part of himself that gets too extreme in his pursuit of wealth and material stability. If he’s being honest, he can get greedy and/or place money over people. He doesn’t want to let accumulating wealth and fear of losing it run who he is and what he does. He wishes he could be free of the siren song of gold that lures him in to do things he’ll regret later.

Jung Hoseok

Hobi wishes he could change the mental hell he builds himself every time he feels adrift in his love life. We have established that Tarot!Hoseok shares Canon!Hoseok’s need for love and a partner despite the struggles fame allots him. We already know he craves someone to love and share his life with but this reading reveals the extent to which it bothers him. The Devil is about obsession and addiction and depressive spirals, it’s about a never-ending loop of thoughts telling yourself you aren’t good enough, no one will want you, you’re going to be alone forever. Hobi wishes he could change the part of himself that thinks these thoughts every so often. Every time he emerges from this tenth circle, he thinks it’s going to be the last time. He wishes he had the mental fortitude to make it stick.

Kim Namjoon

Joon wishes he could change the part of himself that is unemotional and controlling and wants everything for itself. RM is a great leader and is always thinking of other people. He isn’t selfish but that’s because it is a conscious choice on his part. Deep down is an instinct to take all credit and control for himself. He wants to change the selfish, greedy, controlling voice in him. He doesn’t realize it’s enough that he isn’t listening to it, that that in itself is a victory.

Park Jimin

Jimin wishes he could change the part of himself that is too trusting and gives too much too soon. His naivety comes from the purest parts of himself, his childlike core that has survived despite everything. It is something he keeps hidden and shows only those who have completely earned his trust. Life has taught him to be careful with people but some still slip past his barriers. It always ends up hurting him and he regrets it. They don’t realize his sincere feelings are a gift, a privilege that shouldn’t be abused. Jimin knows he cannot control other people, so he’d rather control himself and change this part of himself though others are to blame for its mistreatment. It is better to kill this part of himself than keep getting hurt like a fool.

Kim Taehyung

Tae wants to change the part of himself that says exactly what he thinks and means even if it results in conflict or sows discord. He values speaking his truth over other people’s feelings. Sometimes, it is better to say nothing and let things go but something in him makes him pipe up at all costs. He has learned that this behaviour of his can be selfish at times and he’s still figuring out where to draw the line.

Jeon Jungkook

Kook wishes to change the part of himself that makes him ineffective and sits him out on the sidelines. His inability to help or accomplish a task is one that surprisingly bears down on him. He can’t stand not being able to do something, which makes sense considering the many talents he has usually render him successful at tasks the first time round. We can see this in his determination to learn English to help Joon during interviews. He has grown a lot since his teen years and now understands that the common gifted child problem of failing at a task the first time is normal for all human beings, but he still beats himself up for being unable to take action to solve a problem or help someone.

A/N

Jin drew the Page of Swords, 7 of Pentacles, and 2 of Pentacles. The Page of Swords has consistently been showing up in the last four-ish readings I’ve done for him. I think it’s presenting itself as his significator alongside Death. It refers to his surface personality while Death is his core. It appeared in this reading as a way to validate its veracity.

Yoongi drew the King of Pentacles. This card, along with The Hanged Man, is the card that best represents Yoongi. I find it interesting that both cards have upside down figures on them and both figures have ceded control over their surroundings. They’ve surrendered, they flow with the current to wherever it takes them and by doing so, have attained mastery. It’s an ultimate zen concept. I think it corresponds to Yoongi’s philosophy of, “Let them do what they want, it doesn’t affect me. I will prosper regardless.”

Also, almost every single reading I do about Yoongi involves wealth/material stability in some way. I’m really not making this up. Even if you look at the traditional meanings of the cards, that’s exactly what they tell. I don’t draw my own cards so there’s no bias there. I shuffle and whatever falls out, falls out. So I think all the emphasis on that aspect of him is just confirmation it’s a key element of him that affects all parts of his life and is a big part of who he is.

Tons of cards for Hobi!! The King of Pentacles and the Queen of Pentacles as well as The Lovers tell me it’s about romantic partnerships; The Hanged Man tells me it’s about his disillusionment regarding it; Rx. The Devil and 6 of Swords speak of his toxic spirals and need to work past them.

Joon drew the Rx. 6 of Pentacles, The Emperor, and Rx. King of Cups. This is new information about him though it fits very much with The Magician he usually gets. Both The Emperor and The Magician are about control and power.

Jimin drew the Page of Chalices. A heartstring-tugging addition to Tarot!Jimin’s story so far.

Tae drew the 5 of Wands. It’s funny because this is very similar to the card that kept coming up in his Fatherhood and Future Children readings. Looks like the combative side of his personality will pass down to his children and karma will teach him what it’s like to deal with himself 😂

Kook drew the 4 of Cups and Rx. The Devil. He think he needs to be good at everything and is disappointed/upset when he isn’t. Part of it is the perfectionism he subjects himself to, part of it is arrogance, part of it is expectation, because if he can do everything else well, why can’t he do this too?

Overall, I felt a pretty high level of accuracy with this read, about 92%. I drew multiple times to make sure the cards I got were the right ones. Some cards were expected but others took me by surprise, yet they made sense once I thought about it.

Personally, I think Yoongi, Hobi, Tae, and Kook are the ones who need to work on what they want to change. Jin, Joon, and Jimin are doing a great job as they are. What do you think?

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As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts about this post. Let me know if you agree with what the boys think should change in themselves and whether these are things you’d change in yourself. Is change always good? Which of these would benefit vs. hurt the boys and why? Are there any other ways you think the boys need to change? Let’s talk 👾

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emoboijk · 6 years

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JHS | Catastrophe

He doesn’t want to save the world. He wants to save you. —angst, sci-fi astronaut!hoseok, tw: major character death

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Whenever Hoseok came back from a mission, he slept for nearly twenty-four hours without waking. The doctors told you this was perfectly normal, healthy even.

“Going to space is quite an ordeal, Mrs. Jung,” they said, their voice haughty with condescension, “Sleep is just what your husband needs after an extended stay.”

You believed them, of course, they were doctors. But their tone never encouraged your cooperation, and seeing him so comatose made you…nervous. But, in all the time you’d been married to Hoseok, there was always a day, after a mission, when he woke up from his sleep, wrapped his arms around you tightly, and said, “Good morning, Mrs. Jung.”

This time that traditional scene played out in the kitchen. You’d picked him up from HQ yesterday at 7AM with a clean bill of health from the doctors and a classified debriefing from his bosses. He was still wearing the sweats and t-shirt from that morning, which was now—you glanced up at the oven clock—twenty-seven whole hours later.

He put his chin on your shoulder and looked down at the breakfast you were making. “Pancakes?” he grinned, turning his head to place a delicate kiss beneath your ear.

“Blueberry pancakes,” you said, turning in his arms to hug him tightly, “Welcome home.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, cupping the back of your neck so that the kiss, the first one in a month, felt like fire. When he pulled away, he kept his forehead pressed to yours.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you,” you agreed, turning after a moment back to your pancakes, “How was space?”

Hoseok snorted a laugh, his hand dragging across your skin as he moved across the kitchen, his fingers reluctant to let you go. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and drank a large gulp before responding. “Expansive and never-ending,” he said, “Beautiful and magical. Full of secrets. Just like my wife,” he joked.

“Expansive, hmm?” you said, turning on him with a gasp, “What are you saying? Hoseok!”

Hoseok chuckled, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

You ducked beneath his arms and snapped the towel at him, “My own husband called me fat!” You laughed snapping the towel at him again until he all but tackled you into a giant bear hug.

His grin was huge and delighted and he pressed kiss after kiss to your cheeks, “You are beautiful.” You stood up straight, your hands clasped around his neck. You raised your head and batted your eyelashes.

“More beautiful than space?”

And without a moment’s hesitation: “So much more beautiful than space.”

“Good,” you whispered pressing your lips to his insistently, lovingly. He smiled against you, his hand cupping the back of your neck to push you fully against him, his arms wrapping around you like bonds. You could’ve stayed like that forever, had it not been for the steadily burning pancakes.

And then at half-past-two, his mother called. Tomorrow was Sunday, so you’d be going over to see them tomorrow for dinner anyways, but Hoseok still spent over an hour catching up with her and his father. Their son had chosen an incredibly risky job, and it worried them whenever he went up. He lit up as he talked to them, making wide arm motions as he described his adventures.

You smiled as you watched him, finishing your tea and depositing the mug in the dishwasher. You pointed to the bedroom so he’d know you were leaving, before making your way across the apartment to the sound of his laughter. It made you smile.

You had just pulled up your jeans when he walked in behind you, pressing his chest against your back and deftly finding the patch of bare skin above your jeans with his calloused fingers. He drew a star on your hip that made you shudder. Sighing, he ran his nose along your neck, and your nerves stood at attention for him. He’d been gone four weeks, this time, and your body ached for him.

In fact, you were impressed with your restraint thus far. Usually, if he was gone for more than a week and a half, you jumped him as soon as he woke up from his “coma”.

His hands were hot and they felt like fire against your skin, tracing patterns on your stomach and thighs and breasts; tangling in your hair wildly. The sun came through the window in a patch of heat, warming the room so that it felt like steam, like being naked wasn’t enough.

Hoseok was heavy on top of you, spreading your legs and centering himself. His hands at your head so that you could turn and kiss his wrist, a butterfly atop a flower. He moved a hand to cup your waist, pulling you up to meet him in a deliciously painful thrust.

You moaned and moaned, the sound filling the room when the air ran out. Your hands moved on his back to find purchase, to sink in, like he was doing to you. Sinking in. So slowly. Until there was nothing but him, blinding your vision like an exploding star.

“So,” Hoseok said, collapsing on your other side and smiling goofily, “What were you doing when I interrupted?”

You smiled back, turning to face him, your hair sweaty and sticking to your face. He moved closer so that his forehead touched yours, desperate for intimacy. “Going to the store.”

“Can I come?” he grinned.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, rolling off the bed to stand up and inspect your reflection. You scrutinized it carefully, checking your makeup and hair. You sighed, “I look like I just had sex.”

“So?” Hoseok said, sitting up and raising his eyebrows, “Want to look like you had sex twice?”

“Yes,” you whined, falling into bed again.

When you finally managed to get to the store (three or four orgasms later), it was busy, not that either of you minded. Living with a husband who was gone so frequently, made you appreciate the little things. Like grocery shopping. Walks through the park. Taking a shower. Normalcy was all you craved.

“What do you want for dinner?” you said, inspecting a bunker of cold poultry. “Chicken’s on sale,” you added. There was no answer and it took you a moment before you stopped scrutinizing the trays of meat to look up at him. He was about a yard away from you, his phone pressed to his ear. You raised your eyebrows when he hung up and approached you, his expression serious. “What is it?”

Hoseok shrugged, “There’s some kind of problem. I need to go in.”

“But,” you frowned, “You just got back.”

“I’m sure it’s just a minor satellite thing,” he said, “I’ll hand it off to one of the younger guys. I don’t have to take every mission.” He pressed his lips to your hair and you smiled, reaching for his hand.

“Good,” you sighed, “Cause I missed you.”

“I know,” he whispered, “I missed you, too.”

After putting back all of the groceries—the call was urgent enough that he had to go in right away, and you had decided to go shopping later—Hoseok had piled himself into the passenger seat while you started the car.

“How far away are we?” he said, squinting at his phone screen. You snorted. He spent so much time in space, or at HQ, that he didn’t know where anything was here on Earth. As brilliant an astronaut as your husband was, he was relatively useless with the day-to-day. You found it quite adorable.

“About twenty minutes,” you said, twisting to see behind you as you backed up.

He typed quickly on his phone, before reading something and frowning. You glanced at him out of your periphery, keeping your hands firmly in the 10-and-2 positions while driving. “What is it?”

Hoseok shook his head, “This can’t be right. They must be confused.”

“Who?” you said, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel nervously.

“Yoongi and Namjoon,” he sighed, already knowing what you would say.

“You mean the Geek Squad? They’re never wrong.” You turned the corner to leave town and head down the long stretch of bare country road that led to the isolated HQ, recalling a birthday party in which Yoongi and Namjoon had accurately predicted your porch’s caving in, almost to the hour. You had still not lived it down.

“They are this time,” Hoseok said, looking up from his phone to squint at the tall building down the road, “I hope.”

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered, taking your eyes from the road for a moment to glance at the sky. To you, it was a big blue…thing, hovering above you like a security blanket. But to Hoseok…it held all of the mysteries, beauties, and majesties of the world. Or of space, rather. He knew its power and its danger.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok said, turning to look at you and placing a hand over yours on the steering wheel, “They’re wrong. I’m sure of it.”

“Okay,” you said slowly, trying to read his expression but only seeing something like fear there. You slowed to a stop outside the guard gate, Hoseok leaning across you to flash his badge.

“Come in,” he said after you’d park, unfolding himself from the small sedan to stand to his full height outside.

“Are you sure?” you said, peeking up at him from inside the car, “I’m a civilian.”

Hoseok smiled in the way that lit you up inside, “They called me in on my vacation—I’m going to spend this time with you whether they like it or not.”

“How romantic,” you teased, climbing from the car. You met him at the front, clasped hands, and tried to convince yourself that nothing was the matter.

The air conditioning felt like a slap, but the odd looks from the workers felt like stones. You felt uncomfortable and out of place, and it was only Hoseok’s hand that anchored you there. And you knew that if you waited in the car, the paranoia and the worry would eat at you. Hoseok knew it too. So you pushed forward through the building.

“You get called in, too?” someone said, slapping Hoseok’s arm playfully before patting your shoulder, “Hey, how are you?” Jeongguk, Hoseok’s partner on missions, had fallen easily into stride with you both.

Hoseok pushed open the large doors with force, the full irritation of this call into work hitting him. He forgot about the bad news, and the potential danger, and was entirely concerned with what his boss could be thinking when calling him back into work so soon.

His boss, Commander Bang, appeared from an office in the corner with a serious expression on his face. It got worse, turning into a menacing scowl when he spotted you standing meekly beside him. “What is she doing here, Hoseok?”

“I’m on vacation,” Hoseok said, mirroring his boss’ facial expression, “I’m with my wife.”

“She’s a civilian,” he reprimanded.

“I don’t care,” Hoseok scowled. “You call me in less than seventy-two hours since I got back, for what is clearly a prank. I brought my wife.”

You felt like a deer in the headlights, hiding behind its mother as you all but crouched behind Hoseok’s shoulder, his hand still holding yours. Mr. Bang sighed. You figured this whole situation was a lot more serious than Hoseok thought because Mr. Bang (who had previously been only nice to you) seemed aggravated.

“It’s not a prank,” Namjoon sighed, standing from behind a control desk, his bulky glasses sliding down his nose. He pushed them up with his index finger and leaned down to press a button. “Yoongi and I discovered this, this morning.”

The giant screen at the end of the room lit up with an image. You gasped from behind Hoseok’s shoulder, and he squeezed your hand involuntarily. It was round and black, charred and cratered. Fire consumed it, glowing beautiful and dangerous. The kind of thing that was intoxicatingly beautiful, up until it hurt you.

“Stop it,” Hoseok complained, “It’s not funny.”

“It’s not a joke,” Yoongi deadpanned, pressing another button on the control panel, next to Namjoon. This time the screen lit up with a digital map of the sky—at least that’s what you figured it was. There was a little blip of light that moved a little bit every second, approaching something that must be Earth.

“You can’t be serious,” Hoseok said in disbelief, his voice, posture, and mind still refusing to believe that this was anything but a practical joke. “That asteroid wasn’t even near Earth’s atmosphere yesterday.”

Yoongi shrugged and Namjoon filled in, “We can’t explain it. All we know is that it’s coming.”

“What does this mean, Hobi?” you whispered, disentangling your hand from his to tug on his sleeve like a child.

“Shall we excuse the civilian now, Hoseok?” Mr. Bang said pointedly.

“No,” Hoseok said, his mouth still agape as he watched the little, harmless blip move slowly across the screen. He shook his head, turning to look at you briefly before confronting Commander Bang, “No. If this means what I think it means, then she’s not going anywhere.”

That scared you. What did that mean? You could think of only two options: either you could be of help and so your staying was pertinent to the mission (highly unlikely, as you stopped taking math and science classes as soon as was allowed), or…or something bad was going to happen and he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

And that scared you.

“So what can be done?” Hoseok said seriously, letting you stay close to him, but no longer holding you. His arms folded across his chest and his brow furrowed seriously.

“I think,” said Namjoon, pushing his glasses farther up his nose, “The only solution is to…destroy the asteroid before it enters Earth’s atmosphere.”

“And how do we do that?” Jeongguk said, his face, usually warm, was suddenly cold.

Namjoon shared a look with Yoongi before sighing and continuing, “The only thing that could stop it in time would be a missile.”

“So send up a rocket to destroy it,” Jeongguk said, “Damn the cost if it saves the world.”

“That’s the thing,” Yoongi said, “An unmanned rocket, or ship, would never hit it.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’d need someone in a spaceship, constantly matching the asteroid’s speed and direction, to fire the missile at the right time. Our machines just weren’t made to cope with that kind of maneuvering.”

“You need a pilot,” Hoseok concluded, his expression grim.

“What?” you nearly spat, “No,” you looked at him, your eyes darting to Namjoon and Yoongi and Jeongguk and Commander Bang, “No,” and then back to Hoseok, “No.”

“It’s the only way,” Namjoon whispered.

“There has to be another way. There has to be. It can’t be you.”

“It’s me,” Hoseok whispered.

“No,” you shook your head, “No.”

Hoseok held up his hand to the others before gripping your wrist, in a way that you found more comforting than aggressive, and pulled you out of the room and out of the building until you were standing on the harsh white concrete under the vast blue sky. You were shaking your head, tears coming to your eyes unbidden, whispering, “No, no, no.”

“Look at me,” Hoseok said, saying your name sternly, “Look at me.” His hands moved from your shoulders to your face, cupping your cheeks and forcing your gaze to fall upon him. Blurred though your vision was, you could see it now. That quality that made him an outstanding astronaut and trustworthy leader and…an excellent husband. Your hands fell on top of his on your face, focusing on your breath.

“Explain it to me,” you whispered.

“Okay,” Hoseok said, his eyes scanning your face for any other signs of unraveling or distress. He stood upright and crossed his arms, taking a moment to inspect the sky, as if the asteroid could be seen from here, before starting. “During the last mission, we noticed an…asteroid. It seems to be a collection of debris or pieces of moons and planets or…just a piece of an exploded star. The team isn’t sure. We collected as much data on it as we could before coming back, but we weren’t worried. It hadn’t even gotten past the moon at this point, it was nowhere near the Earth’s atmosphere.”

You gulped down air to make you sane, wiping at the stray tears on your cheeks. “Okay, and this asteroid, is in the atmosphere?”

“Almost,” Hoseok said, “It’s getting there, and once it does there will be very little time until it reaches Earth’s surface.”

“And…what happens then?”

Hoseok took a deep breath, afraid to say the words out loud, afraid of what they would mean when exposed to the world, “Catastrophe,” he sighed, ignoring your gasp of shock as he continued, “An asteroid that size could, depending on where it lands, level most of the continent, if not more.”

“Oh my god,” you said, stumbling as your knees grew weak. Hoseok rushed forward his arms wrapping around you to hold you steady.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, kissing your hair, “Everything will be alright.”

“Either the asteroid hits,” you whispered, “Or you go into space and destroy it and…and…” you took a shaky breath, new tears springing to your eyes, “It will not be alright.”

Hoseok frowned and stroked your hair, afraid to admit you were right.

“Hey,” Jeongguk said, swinging the door open as he hurled himself outside at the command of his supervisor. But he paused when he saw the two of you, looking so much like a painting of tragic lovers that his heart momentarily stopped. He sucked in a breath and said, quietly, “Commander Bang needs you inside.”

Hoseok sighed and pulled away from you, his eyes scanning your face until zeroing in on your watery gaze. He didn’t say anything but you understood his silent question. You nodded and wiped your nose, feeling like a child, unable to cope. He sighed again and pressed his lips to your forehead, feeling desperate and lost.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered and ran back inside the building. The words were insignificant and small but they hit you like a bus, pummeling you. He would be back. But for how long? The idea had you almost falling to the pavement.

Jeongguk rushed forward. He needed to go back inside too, but he could see your fragility. Hoseok had been the only thing holding you up, helping you fight gravity, and he was gone. He watched you collapse like a window shattering, or a tree struck by lightening—violent and sudden.

“Woah,” Jeongguk said, cradling you so that you stumbled and fell against his chest, your body weak. You tried not to sob, or cry. You wanted to be dignified in the face of…catastrophe. But you weren’t sure you had that kind of strength inside of you.

Jeongguk stumbled but steadied you, helped you stand, “Hey, it’s going to be okay.” You shook your head, your hair flying so wildly that it stuck to the sticky wetness of your cheeks. How long had you been crying? It felt like forever.

“I don’t think I can live without him,” you whispered, wiping at your eyes again. But as the words emptied into the open air, evaporating in the afternoon sun, your eyes gave way to tears again. But you tried to stand, tried to shove Jeongguk away to stand on your own. He backed off, his hands in the air as if approaching a loose jungle cat.

“With any luck,” Jeongguk said, “You won’t have to. He could survive.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes narrowing, “Don’t lie to me, Jeon Jeongguk.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was lying to you, yes, but he was also lying to himself. This was his partner, his best friend. How was he supposed to live without Jung Hoseok? To work without him? How was he supposed to move on?

Hands shaking, he said, “Fine,” he whispered, “The odds are against us. But do you want to be spending, what is quite possibly, his last few hours on Earth, out here crying?”

You sighed, wiping your cheeks again, “No,” you whispered, “No.”

You followed Jeongguk back inside with his arm slung over your shoulder, feeling united in your grief. Jeongguk was practically Hoseok’s brother. When they were off mission, the young astronaut was at your house constantly—coming over for dinner, playing videos games in your living room, helping with the household chores. When Jeongguk had come out, he confided in you that it was scarier to tell Hoseok than his parents because Hoseok was such a big part of his family. (And of course, Hoseok was overjoyed).

“Um,” Jeongguk paused as you passed the reception desk, “I’ll meet you in there.” You glanced over to Taehyung, who was at the desk with a blue-tooth in his ear and a worried expression, his eyes tracking Jeongguk.

“Okay,” you said, patting his chest comfortingly and leaving him to talk things over with Tae.

You pushed the doors open again, ignoring the looks of a few workers who disapproved of your presence. You were an emotional civilian, with a personal connection to the astronaut that was going to be sent into space. You could only be a distraction.

But you refused to be anywhere else.

Hoseok was standing at a desk with his arms crossed, talking seriously with Commander Bang, Namjoon, and Yoongi. You heard mention of rockets, trajectories, missiles—all things that went over your head. You fiddled with your fingers and found an unoccupied seat near the door, content to watch him for awhile.

You had never really been able to see him work. You’d been to HQ before and you’d even been in this room before, but never when there was a national emergency or any kind of trouble. Pride bloomed in your chest as you watched him, strong posture, confident stance. His face was stern, serious. A hero. You wondered if he always looked like this while working, or if it was bred of the circumstances.

There was no hope. Even Jeongguk had all but admitted that Hoseok would not be coming back alive. The odds are against us. You almost started crying at the thought but used all of your willpower to keep your composure. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that the odds were against you, because you loved Hoseok more than anything in the world and you were going to support him no matter what. Because you knew why he was doing this. He was saving the world. He was doing what was right.

Hoseok glanced over and spotted you by the door, sitting with a grim expression on your face. He knew that you didn’t see it, but he did—he saw your strength. You could not have been in this room without it. And, not for the first time, as he looked at you, he wondered if he absolutely had to be the one to do this. If anyone had to do it at all. He could step back, run away, give in.

He felt foolish because he’d spent so much time looking at the stars and being with the stars, and all he could think about was all of that time that he could have been spending with you. He wanted to turn away from the stars then and reclaim that lost time. But then he remembered the risk. What would happen if he ran away.

And yes, he would be saving the world, but he didn’t really care about the billions of other people. He cared about one. Because even if he had been foolish enough to willingly give up his time with you, he would be damned if you didn’t have any more time at all. He was going to save you.

Hoseok only half turned back to his team when he asked, “How much time do I have?”

Everyone glanced at him and then at you, immediately understanding his thoughts. Namjoon sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, Yoongi patted his back. “At the rate the asteroid is going…we only have a few hours until the window of opportunity closes.”

“Okay,” Hoseok said, looking down before turning fully to his team. He locked eyes with Commander Bang, a silent message passing between them before he said, “Prep the rocket and my gear.” He turned from them and stepped towards you until a hand shot out to grab his wrist.

“Hoseok,” Commander Bang said, “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“I know,” he said, patting his Commander’s arm affectionately, “I know.”

During this exchange, Jeongguk had slipped back into the room, sniffling. When you glanced up at him his eyes were red and watery. You imagined that you looked much the same. He squeezed your shoulder and said, “What did I miss?”

You shrugged, “They’re going to prepare a rocket. We only have a few hours.”

“Crap,” Jeongguk whispered, his voice breaking. You didn’t have to look up at him to know that he was on the verge of tears. You were, too.

Jeongguk’s hand slipped from your shoulder and he stepped forward. Hoseok was near seething. He loved Jeongguk, he did; they were brothers. But if one more person stopped him from approaching you, he was going to bow out of these noble heroics altogether.

He felt guilty even thinking it.

Jeongguk clasped his forearm and Hoseok did the same, their hands clenching tight as if to tether themselves to the Earth. Jeongguk sniffled and Hoseok fought to see past you and his irritation at not having reached you, to focus on him. Hoseok sighed and ruffled his hair, like when he was first paired up with the rookie.

“Brother,” Hoseok whispered, “You’ll always be my brother.”

“Don’t do this,” Jeongguk pleaded, “I’ll go.”

Hoseok smiled sadly. A large part of him wanted to take him up on that offer. But Hoseok would not be able to live with himself knowing that he had sent Jeongguk to his death, he wouldn’t be able to look himself in the mirror after that.

“C’mon, Guk,” Hoseok chuckled, his laugh like the tiny specks of sunshine that peek through a storm cloud—awkward and brief. “We both know they need someone with skills.” Jeongguk tried smiling but was relatively unsuccessful.

“I’ll be fine, Guk,” he said, pulling him in for a tight hug, “Promise me something?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk said wiping his nose.

“Take care of her,” he said, not daring to look at you and betray his thoughts. He could feel your gold-flecked eyes on him, and he didn’t want you to worry more than you already were. “When I’m gone, take care of her. She’ll need it. She’s strong but…” Hoseok sighed, his heart tearing like a high school love note, “she’ll need it.”

“I promise,” Jeongguk said immediately, his chest puffing out to portray a confidence he wasn’t sure he had.

“Thank you,” Hoseok said, frowning. He took a deep breath and smiled again, patting Jeongguk’s shoulder, “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk whispered, letting Hoseok slip past him like a ghost, chills running up and down his spine. He almost collapsed from the weight of his grief. Hoseok was a dead man walking.

Now he was standing in front of you, tall and framed by fluorescent lights. He held his hand out and you had raised yours, ready to take it and be swept away for your last few hours together. You were so close, and it felt so important, so monumental. Hoseok’s heart soared.

“Wait!”

Hoseok snapped around and your eyes followed the voice. Yoongi was leaning against a desk and looking up at the screen, agape. He took a step back, a stuttered breath escaping his lips, “Oh my god.”

“What is it?” you whispered, standing at Hoseok’s shoulder.

“What?” Hoseok snapped, his irritation boiling under his skin. Was it too much to ask to have a few moments with his wife?

“The asteroid,” Yoongi whispered, “It’s…it…”

“The speed increased?” Namjoon gasped, without any tact whatsoever.

“What?” Hoseok demanded, his voice like the bark of a drill sergeant.

“How did this happen?” Commander Bang said, throwing up his arms in frustration.

“It’s,” Namjoon paused, squinting at a computer screen on his desk, “It’s being sucked in by the Earth’s atmosphere!”

“What?” Hoseok said again, fear and disbelief mixing in his voice like a potion that infected your sensibilities. You stepped forward and held his hand, squeezing tightly.

Yoongi turned to look at Hoseok frantically, “If the asteroid enters the atmosphere we risk igniting the ozone when it’s destroyed.”

“What are you saying?” Hoseok said sternly, refusing to believe that he was going to have no time with you before he was shot into space until someone said it aloud.

“You have to go now,” Namjoon sighed.

“Is everything ready?”

“Fifteen minutes,” a tech said, “and the rocket will be ready.”

“You need to put on your suit,” Commander Bang said.

“But,” you whispered, tugging on Hoseok’s hand, “But we…”

Hoseok turned towards you, ignoring the anxious tension of the room behind him to focus solely on you. He cupped your cheeks, “I’ll find you before I leave,” he whispered, “I promise.” He pressed his lips to yours in a meaningful, although much too short, kiss, before running in the opposite direction and disappearing behind a door.

Hoseok traveled through a dark hallway to end up in a posh locker room, familiar in its sleek couches and dark carpeting, modern white lockers lined up against the wall. He pressed a button and with a vacuum-seal-sigh doors opened to reveal his pristine space suit. He always did wonder how they cleaned them.

He took a moment before slipping it on. Usually, this process was fast, because the getting-ready aspect of his mission wasn’t the part he was looking forward to. Usually, there were stars and planets and moons that awaited him, untold mysteries for him to discover.

Not…not the end.

And that’s all that was waiting for him now. Fifteen minutes and he would be loaded into a rocket like cattle to the slaughter.

Hoseok shied away from the dark thought and shifted the images in his mind. He pictured you. The last he saw you your brow was furrowed in confusion, pain sparkling in your eyes, and your lips apart in a silent question.

He’d had hours. Why was fate so cruel?

Hoseok collapsed onto a chair, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the world. Catastrophe. That’s what awaited the world if Hoseok didn’t destroy the asteroid. Utter and complete catastrophe.

It did not comfort him to know that there would be at least one catastrophe either way. He pictured your face again.

He was so in love with you. Had been since the day you’d met. Hoseok was in training at HQ and had literally crashed into you (totaling your car in the process). It was a funny story now—now that you’d been together five years, happy and wonderful. Hoseok smiled, a tear falling from his eye.

Hoseok buried his face in his hands, wanting to scream, feeling like he was being ripped apart. How could he be strong enough to do this? He wanted to be selfish, to take your hand and run away. At least then he could spend his last moments holding you.

He stood suddenly, almost confident, ready to run. But he paused, rigid, those hopes crashing around him like rain. He ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t do this.”

He was near sobbing, tears making his vision blurry as he looked up to implore the heavens. “I can’t do this.” He ducked his head down again until something caught his eye. A small polaroid clipped to the edge of his locker. A shock to his heart. Your face, again, smiling and holding him so close you’d think you couldn’t be torn apart.

Hoseok sighed, “I have to,” he looked up again, “Don’t I?”

He emerged on the flight deck, five minutes later, fully equipped for space travel. Assembled on the deck was his entire team, and you, the closest to the rocket. He paused at each member of his team, exchanging handshakes and warm words, everyone feeling misty.

You watched with dismay. You had convinced yourself that you could do this, that you would be okay. But now you were angry. Why did he have to be the one? Why was this happening? Why had fate gone this far?

By the time Hoseok got to you, the others still standing behind him to wave him off, as if this were a vacation and not a life-altering space mission, you were crying hot, angry tears. When his eyes landed on you his face fell in saddened understanding.

Hoseok turned to the others and nodded, the rest of the group walking away quietly so that soon it was just you and he alone. You looked up at him and screamed, “Jung Hoseok, don’t you dare leave me. Don’t you leave me. You were…we were…this was…don’t you dare.” You ran towards him and collided, grabbing his suit forcefully and pulling and punching and crying.

Hoseok repeated your name over and over, his arms forming a cage around you, like a bird hitting walls in a fruitless attempt at escape. Your name was soft and beautiful on his lips, but you didn’t pause until he said, his hands pressed firmly against your back, “Love of my life.”

“Hoseok,” you whispered, your eyes wet with tears. You clutched at him, your hands holding onto his face desperately as if the strength in your fingers would be enough to keep him here.

He sighed, true sadness in the sound, as his hands wrapped around your wrist and pulled your grip off of him. He moved his hands to cup your face, bringing your lips, salty with tears, to his own. His forehead rested against yours and he whispered, “I know. I know.”

“I love you,” you whispered, “I love you.” You buried your face into his chest. Hoseok stroked your hair, feeling paralyzed by grief and fear.

“I love you more than life itself,” Hoseok whispered, feeling dramatic but truthful.

“Then stay,” you sobbed, trying to clutch onto him as if that would be able to stop him. Hoseok smiled sadly and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I can’t,” he whispered, looking you in the eye so that you could see all of the mingling emotions swirling there, but determination shining the brightest, “I have to save the woman I love.”

You gasped like you’d been stabbed, shock and pain mixing as you almost stumbled from the power of his words. Hoseok pressed his lips to yours in one last meaningful kiss, before squeezing your hand and trading places with you.

“Goodbye,” he whispered, climbing backward into the rocket’s compartment, doing his best not to look away from you. Tears ran down your cheeks like rain down a window pane, unrelenting, and passing a grey shadow over everything.

“Goodbye,” you whispered back, as Hoseok, strapped in securely, was shot into space. You collapsed, falling to your knees on the deck, unable to watch the trail of smoke that followed his ascent into the sky.

“Come on,” someone said, pulling at your arms roughly to get you stand. You pulled away from them.

“No,” you said, “I don’t want to move.” You buried your face in your hands.

“You can talk to him on the intercom,” Jeongguk said, “Come on.”

Hoseok was hurtling towards space in a rattling death-cage, the g-force pushing him against his seat like a fifty-pound weight was sitting on his chest. This was always the part he hated; battling through Earth’s atmosphere to reach the stars. He looked up towards the sky, the sparkling blackness of the infinite beyond winking at him from a distance. It didn’t calm him like he had hoped. That was usually all it took - the ends justify the means. Now all he could do was clench his eyes shut and picture your face.

“This is HQ, do you read? Hoseok, do you read?”

Hoseok was gasping like he’d been punched in the gut. “I,” he stuttered, “I copy, HQ. Ascension is in its final stages.”

“Copy that,” came the staticky reply. “Do you see the asteroid?”

Hoseok shook his head as if they could see it. HQ repeated the question and he still didn’t respond, waiting for the jolt. He gagged as the rocket broke up to leave him in his solitary space shuttle, jolting forward as he went through the last of Earth’s atmosphere and hit a wall of gravity-less space.

Hoseok floated against his seat belt, feeling the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead cool outside of the rocket and Earth’s atmosphere.

“Hoseok, do you copy? Do you see the asteroid?” the voice on the other end sounded panicked. Hoseok took a breath and scanned his surroundings. He gasped when he saw it.

A large mass of space rock and debris clumped together haphazardly and burning around Earth’s atmosphere, edging the outer layer almost menacingly.

“Copy HQ, I see the asteroid. I am in pursuit.”

Hoseok powered the thrusters and pushed the shuttle steadily forward, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Despite the threatening images displayed on the screens at HQ and the math that accompanied them, in space, the asteroid didn’t seem to be moving all that quickly.

Earlier, back at HQ Yoongi had broken the news: “You’ll have to be at least twenty kilometers away from the asteroid,” he’d said, avoiding Hoseok’s eyes, “Because the blasters on your shuttle aren’t powerful enough to hit it from any farther away.”

Hoseok had frowned and looked at the ground, “That means I’ll be within range of the explosion.”

“Yes.”

Hoseok lined himself up, the heat of the asteroid overtaking his shuttle and heating the interior like an oven. Hoseok almost chuckled—it was like a warm-up for the…explosion. He frowned.

“HQ?” he said, almost losing his nerve, “I’m in position, ready to strike.”

“H-Hoseok.” This voice was delicate and soft, shuddering across the staticky intercom like a ripple across water. “Hoseok?” it said again.

He felt like he’d been shot, tears coming to his eyes as he thought of you, leaning over a desk at HQ to speak into the microphone. He said your name softly, like a prayer.

“I love you, okay?” you said, your voice barely understandable through the static, “And I’m…I’m proud of you.”

Hoseok’s fingers hovered above the blaster buttons, his ships even closer than twenty kilometers now that he’d been distracted. There were tears in his eyes and on his cheeks. He choked on the words, the sounds lodging in his throat in an uncomfortable lump, “I love you,” he said. And he repeated it over and over as his finger pressed hard on the button, and the asteroid exploded.

And down below, catastrophe. Although everyone was safe.

author’s note— okay, i think it’s become clear that i know nothing about space, astronauts, asteroids, etc.

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Espresso Marmalade CH.2

Pairing: Taehyung / Yoongi (ft. side Jikook) Rated: M / NC-17 Genre: BDSM!AU Tags: Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Tae, Shibari, Master/Slave, Canes, Impact Play Summary: Jeongguk was more eager to get inside the club, taking long strides to the set of black steel doors. It was the younger’s idea to bring Taehyung to Void. Seoul’s first fetish house, an upscale BDSM parlor that was legally permitted and licensed. Or the one where Tae’s a meek virgin who catches the eye of Void’s most popular dom. Previous chapters: 01

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A/N: Uh…so, first of all, THANK YOU to everyone who took the time to comment, kudos, subscribe, and bookmark this story. I’m not at all used to having such a big response to my work. I usually write het stories with side bl, but my friend challenged me to write a full bl, and that was how this story came about, and I was super pessimistic about it. I thought no one would like it, but you guys kind of popped the bubble to that belief. As far as my writing schedule goes, I never know how long a chapter will take for me to write. If it’s rushed, then it runs the chance of being sloppy, which I don’t want to do to you, ever. I don’t think I’m particularly fast at getting chapters out and I’m sorry for that...I like writing long chapters and this story requires lots of research. Thank you all for being patient with me though. I wouldn’t mind making friends, either! I always follow back, so please don’t be shy: tw Extra note: This is a JiKook heavy chapter. COME NOW. THEY DESERVED IT. Just know that you will never get a chapter with Jikook like this again. Thank you @Bangtan_Trashbag and Melissa for pushing me, beta-ing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Two: A Rabbit's Heart It was halfway through Professor Min’s lecture that the reality of the situation had fully started to sink in. Sugar was Yoongi, Yoongi was now taking over one of the most important Art History courses of Taehyung’s precious student career. He loathed the idea of it, completely and wholly, as he watched Yoongi go on about 12th century France, pouring so much passion into articulating the beauty of Gothic churches. He especially hated how attractive it was that Yoongi knew so much about his world, and yet Taehyung still knew so very little about anything else. The class ended with no homework being assigned. No mentions of an exam – just lazy, lazy nonsense. Professor Jung would have had the students groaning by now, save for Taehyung, because he actually enjoyed homework. Unfortunately, his fellow classmates ate Professor Min up like he was a damn buffet, falling into his many examples of how the Christian faith was cultivated through the power of art. Everyone appeared to be sipping the Kool-Aid, except for Taehyung, because he knew that there was a monster in their midst. They just didn’t know any better. He shoved his belongings inside his bag, the note section of his book completely blank, since he’d been unable to pay attention long enough to jot down anything useful. Or maybe it was the fact that he was paying too close attention to Yoongi, that he’d forgot all about it. Several times he found himself distracted by the way the professor’s mouth drew into a deep pout, like he was frowning around every syllable. The professor even smiled at one point. It was unreasonably gummy and so big that it reached his eyes, which caused Taehyung to momentarily forget himself, and who he was dealing with. “Ridiculous,” Taehyung muttered at the memory of it, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and was about ready to head straight for the doors, when he heard his name being called. Typical. It was fucking typical. Yoongi glanced at him from behind his glasses, “Can I see you for a minute?” It wasn’t really a request – Taehyung knew this, as he took his time walking towards the professor’s desk. The room was emptied out, leaving just the two of them. Great. The elder was hunched over a mountain of paperwork, attempting to retrace Professor Jung’s steps, not wanting to divert from the original lesson plan. Taehyung waited a good two to three minutes in silence, before he decided to break it, “Professor?” The title of respect was sour on his tongue, leaving its aftertaste twice as bitter. “I’m sure that I don’t have to tell you that my working at Void is to remain hushed,” Yoongi said, as he peered up at him then, boring his dark penetrative eyes through Taehyung’s – holding him very, very still. “Can you do that for me, Taehyung? Can you stay hushed?” “You shouldn’t put me in a situation where I would have to keep one of your secrets, professor. It’s irresponsible of you and it’s also wrong,” Taehyung said, deciding to be perfectly candid about it. He was never any good at keeping quiet over something he felt strongly about and right now, the current situation begged to be screamed out loud to all his friends. Then he briefly wondered if Yoongi had to have this talk before. How did he make sure they stayed silent? The professor chuckled, softly – endeared, because he’d expected Taehyung’s answer to go exactly like this. However, he felt that he had nothing to worry about when it came to the younger, knowing a good boy when he saw one. He leaned back against the old leather chair, allowing the silence to fester for a few more seconds, before he finally responded, “Fair enough. It wasn’t my intention to offend you, Taehyung.” ‘Taehyung…’ He wanted to swiftly end Jeongguk for saying his name the other night, although Yoongi would have found it out eventually, but it seemed like the professor was saying it purposefully, and intimately… He sighed, feigning disinterest, “Can I leave now?” “No, Taehyung. You may not,” Yoongi said, tearing his eyes away from the boy’s face to instead take in Taehyung’s ensemble more closely. If he could manage Taehyung, dress him up in whatever he pleased, the possibilities would be endless. The first thing he’d do away with was that purple scarf. It was the same one from the other night. Yoongi pointed to it, voice practically dripping with sarcasm when he asked, “Do you have some sort of unhealthy attachment to that thing?” That ‘thing’ was a handmade gift from Taehyung’s grandmother – the last gift, to be more precise. Taehyung missed her so often that he rarely parted with it, even in the summer it was always in plain sight. Sometimes when he was nervous, he’d run his fingers over the knots, envisioning her working on it. Releasing a shaky breath, Taehyung was visibly hurt, shooting the professor a glare, “What does that fucking matter to you?” Oh…The formalities were lost to them at that point. Yoongi much preferred it that way, honestly. Fiery, beautiful boys like Taehyung with tears clinging to their lashes tended to be a weakness of his, and Taehyung was the easy kill. “You know,” Yoongi started, taking a thoughtful pause, voice lower and raspier than usual due to the long lecture. “That scarf is just the right length.” It took Taehyung a moment to realize what Yoongi had meant by that and the only conclusion he’d come down to would leave him furious if he was correct. He would need the professor to elaborate more, “Right length for what, exactly?” “Well, it’s the right length to keep you all nice and warm,” he mused, while standing up from his desk. Yoongi hadn’t failed to notice the way the boy tensed at this, as though he was on high alert. Taehyung was truly exquisite, reacting with such uncertainty, and yet he was still so curious – hanging onto every little thing that Yoongi said or did. Taehyung was already the ideal submissive. He just didn’t know it yet. Yoongi was shameless, as he continued, “It’s also the perfect length to do a simple over-arm tie. There might even be some scarf left to walk you around like a puppy dog.” “Stop talking. Just fucking stop,” Taehyung murmured, still trying to recover from the fact that Yoongi suggested using his grandmother’s handmade scarf as a perverse prop. He licked his bottom lip out of habit, eyes steadying on Yoongi’s – even if it sounded less convincing, even to himself, he tried, “I would never let you.” Yoongi was careful with every step, slow, and so very careful. He wasn’t trying to frighten Taehyung away, not when fate presented him with another opportunity. Taehyung had made a fatal mistake back at Void – he’d allowed himself to be seen, seen to an extent where Yoongi saw every little bit of him. There was desire there, a tangible and desperate cry for help, and Yoongi wanted to do just that, he wanted to answer him. He wanted to save Taehyung, before he falls deeper into misunderstanding himself. “You shouldn’t let me do anything,” Yoongi said, stopping once he was standing directly in front of his student. With their differences in height, the elder had to crane his neck just to be able to stare at him. “Submit to me first, Taehyung. Consent to me.” Taehyung’s lashes fluttered at the words, decidedly pretty – Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed at the thick lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure if he’d meant the next stream of words to spill out, reacting without fear of any real consequence, “If you bring this up to me again, I won’t hesitate reporting you to the Dean. I’m sure he’d love to know that there’s a sick fuck parading around as a professor.” The elder’s lips twitched into a smirk at that, giving Taehyung a long, heavy look of ‘oh, please’ that let him know that he knew – Yoongi fucking knew that he was bluffing. “Are you threatening me?” he asked, dark eyes tracing over Taehyung while under the bright overhead lighting. Imperfections were meant to be seen and exposed, but perhaps Yoongi was a bit biased, in the fact that the boy didn’t seem to have any. Taehyung was an enigma consisting of suntanned skin in the middle of winter, two gorgeous almond shaped eyes, and a highly kissable Cupid’s bow. Three dark freckles stood out like focal points, one on his waterline, another on the tip of his well-round nose, and the other on his bottom lip. There was an old scar on his cheek that was paler in contrast, which only made it stand out more. Yoongi was intrigued by it and the fact that no matter how murderous Taehyung could appear when glaring, no matter how angry, there were still flecks of warmth, and innocence, and perhaps it was that innocence that Yoongi found to be most erotic. “I…” Taehyung started saying, when one of his classmates knocked on the doorframe, interrupting them. Yoongi could have thrown the little prick out a window, watching as Taehyung startled, and clung tighter to his bag. He then bowed deeply to Yoongi in some fruitless attempt to ease any suspicion. “Thanks for the advice, professor.” Yoongi folded his arms in irritation, charcoal eyes following Taehyung, until he was out the door. He snapped his teeth, “Anytime.” Hoseok was waiting at their usual spot by the leaky water fountain. Jeongguk always took a few extra minutes in his Photography class to pack up his camera equipment. This time Taehyung was the one who was late, met with a glare from his starving hyung, and a confused smile from Jeongguk. It took everything in Taehyung not to just explode about Yoongi, but it would be better to unleash once they were all sitting down. “I thought I was gonna have to eat our little Jeonggukie,” Hoseok grumbled, as he pressed himself off the wall to start heading towards the cafeteria. This was the first time Taehyung had seen Hoseok since his visit to Void, remembering all of what Jeongguk told him. The line was short, given how late Taehyung was, the three of them plucking food from under the heating lamps. Then they sat, taking the first few bites in silence. “Why were you late today, hyung?” Jeongguk asked with a mouth full of jjiggae. Next to him, on top of his camera bag, his phone started going off, to which he ignored. It was like he’d grown immune to it, easily droning out the noise. “The professor had me stay after,” Taehyung said, picking apart his food into an artless deconstruction. He really wasn’t all that hungry, not after his encounter with Yoongi. “Oh, I heard about poor Professor Jung.” There was a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, Hoseok’s, as the elder leaned in, teasing his words against his ear. “I know he was your favorite. Guess you gotta hang onto your innocence for a little while longer.” Taehyung shrugged him off, but not before Hoseok could press a kiss to his cheek, “What the fuck is your problem?” “How’s the substitute?” It was Jeongguk’s way of prolonging Hoseok’s death. “I know he’s not Professor Jung, but they wouldn’t hire just anyone to fill his shoes. He’s a legend.” Taehyung wanted to laugh at the irony. “Oh, it definitely wasn’t just anyone.” “Well, spill it,” Hoseok said, having already cleared his plate – still hungry. Jeongguk practically had to stave him off from stealing his banana. “Uh, shit, yeah, okay.” He had both of their attention now. Words were never all that difficult for Taehyung. “There’s really no other way to say this, but Sugar from Void is my professor now. Actually, it’s Min Yoongi. That’s his real name and he asked me not to tell anyone, but well, that’s impossible with you two, and I needed to be able to vent, so now you know.” Jeongguk turned to meet the slow look that Hoseok was casting him, their shared expressions blank, and unreadable. It was quiet for an appropriate duration, as it should be. Maybe now Taehyung could have a moment to himself, when – Hoseok was the first one to crack, giggling himself into a state of hysterics. Jeongguk soon joined him, pressing a hand to his stomach he was laughing so hard. Even his stupid bunny teeth were out on display, both their faces were scrunched up, and dumb – horrifically dumb looking. “Sweet fuck, you’re good,” Hoseok said, wiping the tears from the sides of his face. “Like, drop your major, and get into acting. Immediately.” “I’m not joking. He even dyed his hair black and he keeps his tattoos hidden.” Taehyung looked to Hoseok. “I heard about you, by the way. You’re into dommes?” Jeongguk paused, then. “Wait, hyung. You’re serious?” “As a heart attack.” Taehyung wished it was all just some cruel, twisted joke. Too bad that it wasn’t. “He’s my professor now and if you don’t believe me, then feel free to walk me to class tomorrow.” Hoseok sobered up some, no longer amused. “You told Tae about my time at Void?” “About the stiletto, all of it,” Taehyung said, waving it away like it didn’t matter, because at the end of the day, it didn’t. It changed nothing and it didn’t fix any of his problems. “Also, why in the hell aren’t you reacting to the fact that I went to a bdsm club?” The elder was beyond confused, still dwelling on Taehyung’s previous statement, “Because you’re still fucking straightedge and I’m so sorry for not being proud about that fact, but what about me and stilettos?” Jeongguk shook his head, trying to keep his banana inside his mouth. “It was nothing, hyung.” “Sure doesn’t sound like it was nothing. Did Jeongguk make a domme joke…” Hoseok asked, speaking in a tone that was painfully tart. “…at my expense?” He sighed, turning to Taehyung. “I went to see if I’d liked to be dom’d for a change. Turns out that I’m a perfectly healthy switch.” “Your coming out as bi speech was a bigger shock to us and even that was pretty mild,” Jeongguk murmured, when his phone went off again. This time he took the time to remove the battery. It made Taehyung feel uncomfortable, since he was inclined to believe that it was Jimin, and if so, what the fuck was his friend doing? Jeongguk was already in deep enough shit as it was and now the brat was ignoring his ‘master’. He couldn’t stop himself from being nosey, “Who keeps messaging you?” Hoseok nudged the youngest boy, “It’s him, right?” Jeongguk nodded, somewhat guiltily, “I told him I can’t see him until Friday. It kinda goes against our agreement, though.” “Are you avoiding him?” Taehyung asked, unable to look at his dongsaeng, even while Jeongguk was staring directly at him. He shrugged, “I’m just not in a rush.” Hoseok looked back and forth between them, “Okay. What the fuck did I miss?” A lot, Taehyung wanted to say and leave it at that, but he had no choice but to fill Hoseok in on every ridiculous detail about last week, from Taehyung being dragged inside the club to then later being hauled outside of it by Jeongguk. Hoseok kept quiet for once, only stopping to either laugh or to agree – agreeing that, yes, the drink menu was atrocious, and that Jeongguk was sorely fucked. And Taehyung felt responsible. “Alright, well, one thing is clear,” Hoseok said, pointing his spoon at Taehyung. “You’re like, just as fucked as Guk is, and I’d wish you luck, but I hope your Mary Poppins, umbrella wielding ass fails.” Jeongguk shook his head, stealing Hoseok’s phone to check the time. “I have to leave for a hair appointment in twenty-ish minutes.” “If you need a quick buzz, I can do it,” the elder offered, shrugging like it was no biggie, no big fucking deal. “It’s not getting cut.” Jeongguk never did anything new with his hair, at least not in a long, long while. Taehyung was intrigued by this, “You’re getting it dyed?” Hoseok teased him, “Did you get permission from your master?” “Fuck his permission,” Jeongguk said and that was when Taehyung realized his friend’s poor defense mechanism, and grew more worried. The younger was apparently the type to make one mistake and then keep on going, because why stop there? Why do bad, when Jeongguk was capable of doing so much worse? Shit. It was one thing if Jeongguk never planned on returning to Void, but he did – so, what the fuck? Taehyung didn’t know much about the BDSM world and he knew even less about Jeongguk’s relationship with Jimin, but it felt wrong. Maybe if he was more of a friend and less of judgmental piece of shit, then he would be stopping Jeongguk, but he wasn’t. “I call dibs on your camera,” Hoseok said, already at peace with Jeongguk’s decision. Great. They parted ways after lunch was over, Taehyung taking his anti-social ass back to his dorm room. He declined Hoseok’s offer to watch him work on his choreo, because that could last forever, and ever. And it didn’t need to be said, but Jeongguk clearly wanted to be alone, even if he shouldn’t be left to his own devices. Taehyung slammed his hip into the door, shoving it open. He dropped his bag onto his bed. It was seldom that Taehyung had spare time. However, with what little Professor Min offered as studying materials, he had no other choice but to rest. He fired up his laptop, before digging into the fridge, knowing that it would take a good ten minutes for his desktop to fully load. It was an older model, but he couldn’t be bothered to replace it due to lack of income. Food was better than technology, anyway. The scarf slid free from around his neck, the gradual pull causing him chills. He couldn’t help but think back to what Yoongi had said, about doing an over-arm tie. What was it? A shibari thing? He settled on a bag of stale chips and sat down in front of his laptop. It was ridiculous, waiting a whole five minutes for his browser to popup, just so that he could further look into what went through Yoongi’s mind. He typed ‘over-arm tie shibari’ into the search engine and let it run. He wasn’t particularly interested in looking at the websites or videos, only the images. There were many different ways of doing the tie, apparently, some more constricting, than others. This hardly satisfied Taehyung’s curiosity, since he had no idea how Yoongi would have done it or what the outcome would have even looked like. Pulling up another tab, he typed in Void. There was an official site, the page coming up in predictable colors of black and red. He snorted, reading over the flattering descriptions of the club’s ambiance, learning that there were themed rooms, which would explain the many left and right turns inside the hallway corridor. Taehyung was in no way interested in finding out what the Enchanted Forest room was like, no, not at all. There wasn’t a staff page, which kind of went hand-in-hand with protecting the identity of Void’s workers and attendees. The only photos provided were of the outside of the club and the lounge area, but it was empty. When he clicked to make an appointment, he found Sugar on the list with a similar description as his chalkboard, minus the middle finger. Out of curiosity, Taehyung checked the calendar to see how many bookings he currently had – whistling low, because holy shit. He was busy for the next two months. ‘Consent to me…’ A flash of pretty, black hypnotic eyes and soft, curvy lips damn near caught him off-guard. Did Yoongi say these things to everyone else? He had to of, right? ‘Submit to me…’ Did he already have other submissives under contract? Of course he did. It wasn’t as though Taehyung was special. Yoongi’s pursuit was just his fucked up way of pocketing another shiny new toy. At the bottom of the page was a link that read, ‘Are You BDSM Curious? Take a test to find out your results’. Taehyung wasn’t curious, this was not curiosity, but he clicked on it anyway. Some form of homework had to be done this evening. The first page was pretty standard, but the quiz itself had him scoffing at every question. The percentage of completion was racking up, until he made it to the very end, and received his results. It seemed silly, because although he might’ve been intrigued by shibari, he was not a rope bunny. Not like Jeongguk or maybe not at all? Look – so, maybe he was a little bit curious. So what? He wasn’t about ready to go and do anything with that information. A notification on the right side of his taskbar slowly and jaggedly crawled its way up. He had his school email linked up to his computer. The ‘ding’ had arrived a bit late. It was something from the Head of the Art History Department, Professor Min Yoongi. All of his classmates were CC’d in the following message that read: Good Evening, Class. I’d like to thank you all for showing me such kindness on my first day and I’m looking forward to helping you along on your paths. I’ve created a cohesive outline for this semester’s syllabus from Professor Jung’s notes and left the link down below. I have called to confirm the approach that I’m taking and he agreed that it was well-structured, and much like what he had in mind for you. He also requested that I am to be open with you, not only as a mentor, but also as a person. As I understand it, Professor Jung shared a lot about himself with his students, so I’ll do the same with an introduction. Here’s a little bit about me that wasn’t on the chalkboard today. I was born and raised in a small town in Daegu. I’ll be turning thirty this coming March. I have a toy poodle named Holly. During my free time, I like to create music, and discover new coffee joints. If you have any recommendations, let me know. Also, like Professor Jung, my passion for art has taken me all across Europe, and made me fall in love with the study all over again. I’d like to note that it’s mandatory for all students to give me their contact numbers in the event that they are late for class, or an exam. I expect you to reply back to this email with your information. Today’s lecture is in the attachment for those of you who’d like to look over the notes and again, check out the syllabus. Expect to receive the notes within the first few hours after each class, unless stated otherwise. Sincerely, Professor Min Taehyung had just learned things that he didn’t want to know about Yoongi. For one, he was going to be thirty soon, had a cute dog named Holly, and he travelled around Europe? How convenient that he avoided mentioning what he actually does during his free time. Whatever. The person Professor Min tried to come off as was nothing more than a sham, this was his façade, his Clark Kent identity. Although, Taehyung did appreciate how thorough he was, giving the students access to the syllabus, and attaching the notes – crucial notes that Taehyung failed to jot down during today’s lecture. He closed out of the email, dismissing the professor’s request. Professor Min wasn’t getting his goddamn digits. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Jeongguk got through his week by doing things he knew Jimin would disapprove of – things that went against the terms and agreement of their contract. Two months wasn’t a very long time in the BDSM scene, but the younger fit right in. Admittedly, there was always something missing in Jeongguk’s life, and in all of his relationships. He wasn’t interested in girls from the beginning, but he also wasn’t interested in boys, either. He thought that he would drift in limbo forever, until his last year of high school, where a party was being held back home in Busan. His first sexual experience was with a smaller boy, both in height and width – in all ways. He was just so very little and precious in comparison, on the outside at least, and Jeongguk didn’t want to ruin him. He wanted to be careful, but the other boy only wanted to be broken. Jeongguk was always better at listening to orders, anyway, so there was comfort in being told what to do, and exactly how to do it. So, he took that fragile boy apart just as he wished, but a pattern had formed, however. The stronger Jeongguk became, the more he seemed to attract breakable people. They wanted to be dominated by him. Perhaps that’s why Jimin was everything to him. He was strong, yet elegant, small, but unbreakable. Jeongguk recalled the first time he saw Jimin. He was decked out in a fitted leather one piece that he never saw again, except for in his dreams. When his birthday rolled around, he’d be sure to make a request. Jeongguk vividly remembered falling in love with fifty inches of pretty, baby pink hemp rope. Not the color, but the rope itself. Jimin was teaching the audience how to properly create a dragonfly harness. Jeongguk stood front and center, listening attentively as Jimin went over the basics, while practicing on someone who was randomly picked from the crowd. ‘A lucky bastard,’ was the unanimous response he was picking up on from the spectators around him. Jimin started off with explaining what the bight of the rope was, to the sensitive areas of the body where rope constriction could cause nerve damage. By the end of the lesson, Jeongguk had learned that the art of shibari was beautiful, but it was also dangerous, and any misstep could lead to serious injury. Naturally, he liked it even more for that reason. He was an adrenaline junkie, chasing after one risky endeavor to the next, Jimin being the most hazardous. He not only gave his body to the experience, but he also gave away everything else that was inside him, both the good, and the bad. BDSM was the act of exposing his fears and insecurities, wrapping it up with a neat little ribbon, and handing it over to Jimin – trusting him to take care of it. His master always handled him as though he were something delicate. Jeongguk had never been perceived as soft in his entire life. Not ever, until Jimin, which was why last week when he saw Jimin pressing light kisses into Seokjin’s wrists, Jeongguk had felt terribly cold. He realized that everyone was treated this way with Jimin. Every submissive was precious to him, was met with the same amount of warmth, and understanding. A shibari expert had to be precise. Every bit of Jimin’s practice was about equal distribution. It was windy on his walk from his car towards the club, a thin layer of frost covering the pavement. Jeongguk pulled the doors open to Void, stepping inside its warmth. His skin was tingling, but it wasn’t from the cold. He was nervous. “It’s been a whole minute, hasn’t it, Jeongguk,” Hwasa said with a purr of seduction, a well-known domme leaning against the reception desk. She was outwardly impatient, moving her long, jet black hair over to one shoulder. The change with Jeongguk’s hair was an obvious one and she was not-so subtly taking it all in. Hwasa’s laugh was both soft, and unkind, “Oh my…Did your master agree to all of this?” A second passed without an answer, when she said, “I’m going to assume, ‘no’. Jimin wouldn’t like the idea of you drawing too much attention to yourself.” The receptionist returned from the backroom holding a stack of freshly printed documents in her hand, humming to a song that Jeongguk couldn’t recognize. She greeted him, sweetly, before busying herself with paperclipping and tucking the papers away into a folder. She handed it over to Hwasa, “Here’s your contract, mistress. Congratulations on your new pet.” “Thank you, Claire,” she practically cooed, leaning forward so that she could skim the girl’s cheek with her leather clad fingertips. “What do you think of Jeongguk’s new look?” “It’s the color of fresh strawberries and I absolutely love it.” The receptionist – well, his now favorite receptionist, shot him a wink. “The usual room is ready for you, but I advise against keeping your master waiting. He has quite the temper as of late.” Well, fuck. Hwasa glanced up at his hair for one last time with fire in her eyes, “Good luck, little rabbit. Oh, and do make sure to give Hoseok my love next time you see him.” If Jeongguk wasn’t in the obituaries tomorrow, he’ll do that for her, right. He bowed to her, mannerism of especially high importance at Void, although he was usually polite no matter where he was, so it wasn’t much of a task for him. He walked down the corridor, making several rights, until he was met with doors made up of black steel, and floors of pristine marble. It was the east appointment wing, where the best rooms were reserved – in Jeongguk’s opinion, anyway. Room Nine belonged to them – he and Jimin. The boy stood outside, giving himself a moment, because beyond that door could mean the end of their arrangement. Jeongguk had broken so many rules, unthinkingly, having been so overcome with jealousy that he kept on going. He didn’t even know how to stop himself, concerned only with hurting Jimin in whatever way he could manage it, which wasn’t a healthy reaction, but it was too late to dwell on what was wrong, or right. What’s done is done. He stepped into the room, comforted by the familiar surroundings of black walls and dark tiles. It was meant to be an empty space, save for what the scene professional required for the session. The first thing he noticed was a simple table and chair setup at the center of the room. Covering the surface was an array of red, tapered paraffin candles that were already lit and melting down. Unsafe, leaving the display unattended, but…A crisp sheet of paper lying upon the surface caught Jeongguk’s attention, and as he walked closer to examine it, he realized that it was his submissive contract with Jimin. He tried not to overreact, steeling himself, as he continued taking in the room, trying to figure out what Jimin wanted to do with him. There was a suspension frame over towards the back of the room, which wasn’t all that surprising for a shibari expert. He couldn’t help but to stare back down at the contract, feeling scared for a change. One of the basic rules that were agreed upon when coming to an appointment, was that Jeongguk would be completely bare, as he waited for his master. He started the ritual of removing his clothing, folding his coat – the fabric of his shirt was purposefully light on his skin, because he didn’t expect to leave unscathed tonight. He was left wearing only his collar. It was made of real black leather with a white gold rabbit dangle pendant at the center, hence all the nicknames. Jimin’s baby bunny. Jeongguk lowered himself onto the smooth, black tiles in front of the door, resting his hands in his lap. The silence was more unwelcomed, than the pain from his kneeled position. After several long minutes, Jeongguk wondered if his master was going to show up at all. That maybe, this was some sort of new punishment, when the door was being opened, and softly clicked shut. Jeongguk doesn’t dare look at him, keeping his eyes on the floor. The sound of Jimin’s footfalls was light against the cold floor – his double strapped, Italian leather shoes coming into Jeongguk’s line of vision. Jimin was standing directly in front of him, being eerily quiet. Neither of them had gone a day without seeing each other for weeks. Then again, submissives weren’t known for punishing their dominants with such things. Jimin spoke, softly, “Look at me.” Jeongguk obeyed the command, lifting his face to bravely meet the pair of dark, narrowed eyes piercing through him. A short huff of disbelief escaped Jimin’s lips, as he took in the deep pink color of Jeongguk’s hair. “Is it permanent?” he asked, while his thick, slack covered legs brought him closer to where Jeongguk was kneeling. Jimin was dressed with intent to kill him, apparently, wearing a sleeveless top, showing off his arms – delicate muscles toned, and strong-looking. A black harness clung to his slender frame. It was difficult for Jeongguk to not break out into a smile. “Yes, master.” Jimin raised an eyebrow at him, “You did this to upset me?” “Why?” Jeongguk actually did smile that time, unable to help it. “Did it work?” Something cold and feral flashed across Jimin’s soft features, actions abrupt when he was suddenly gripping at the soft, pink strands of Jeongguk’s hair. The younger hissed at the sharp pain, his head yanked back from the forced motion. Jimin planted his feet between Jeongguk’s thighs, leaning down to speak carefully to him. “You answer questions with questions now, bun?” he practically seethed, showing a new side of himself that the younger had never seen before. Jimin tugged the hair by its roots, taking in all of Jeongguk’s small gasps. “Are you aware of how many rules you’ve broken? Ten and that’s if I’m not being picky about it, which is why I brought along our contract. You are in serious need of being reminded as to what the rules are here. I want you to go sit in the chair at the table.” He released Jeongguk from his grip, hearing him whimper at the sore, bruising sensation radiating across his scalp. Fuck. The younger was about to stand up, when he was shoved down onto his back – the top of Jimin’s shoe pressing hard into his shoulder. Jimin tilted his head at him, a spark of amusement in his eyes, “You don’t deserve to walk. You’re going to have to crawl for me.” Jeongguk felt his face flush at this, skin becoming hot, as he turned over onto his hands and knees. The floors were unkind, as he started to slowly crawl towards the table. It wasn’t much distance to cover, but it was still humiliating. The worst part was that his cock was heavy between his legs, having been hard since the moment he arrived at the club – that, on top of Jimin’s rough treatment, and already Jeongguk was fucked. He grabbed onto the seat of the chair, using it to pull himself up, until he was sitting down. Jeongguk was less than pleased with the whole ordeal, once again being confronted with the contract. The first time he signed it, he was in Jimin’s lap – sighing, as he received small bites at the back of his arm from crooked teeth. There’d been warmth and excitement, but now there was only tension, and hushed anger. There was a Table of Contents section for their contract that consisted of many things, like; Terms, Submissive’s Goals, Rules, Rights of Master, Communication, Punishment, Exclusivity, Limits, Safe Word, Termination of Contract. “Turn to the rules,” Jimin said, as he casually picked up one of the burning candles from its holder. Jeongguk recognized the paraffin wax as what Jimin typically used, but not usually so thin. Sometimes not even sticks at all, but the melts. The younger turned to the exact page and waited for further instruction. He was on edge, anticipating the feel of hot wax meeting his skin. “Ten rules were broken and I want you to guess which. For each rule you get wrong, I will correct you, and give you a punishment. Do you understand?” He nodded, “Yes, master.” “Broken rule number one is what?” Jimin asked, standing behind the boy. Jeongguk read over the printed letters in front of him, finding the first one rather easily. He read it aloud, “Cosmetic changes without permission.” Jimin’s voice was soft and appraising, “Very good, bun. What’s the second?” It was the rule that started it all. Jeongguk grimaced, “Collar accessory either forgotten to be worn or lost.” “That one especially upset me. Next rule.” “Appointment avoidance or sudden cancellations,” Jeongguk murmured, thinking about the many times Jimin tried calling him personally, instead of having the receptionist do it for him. He even started texting Jeongguk, which brought upon the next broken rule. “Coming without permission…” “Ah, yes,” Jimin smirked, wryly, tempted to drip the wax on the smooth, flawless plain of Jeongguk’s back, when the brat deserved much worse. “The lovely pictures of your spent cock, right after I told you not to touch yourself.” Jeongguk was running out of broken rules that fit their current situation. The next one was a guess. “Undermining the dominant’s superiority.” “That’s only five and yet you sound so very lost. You have three seconds to give me the next rule…” The countdown was slow and generous, almost like Jimin knew that he’d have his chance to paint the younger with wax, one way or the other. The sentence came out rushed, “Talking back to the dominant with usage of foul language or speaking out of turn without permission.” Even if Jeongguk was safe, if it was only for but a moment, since every other rule didn’t seem to apply. There was still four more to go. Jeongguk tried his best to sound confident, “Failed to meet personal goal that the dominant – a-ah!” The boy cried out, as the hot wax was dripped onto his skin in a long, messy path of red that ran down the length of his spine. Jimin was enthralled by the sight of it, always – always so fascinated, as he crouched down to brush his petite fingers over Jeongguk’s sensitive skin, the dried wax flaking off in the process. He murmured the answer, quietly, “Seven, acting on impulse or behaving irrationally due to an emotional episode, brought upon by jealousy.” Jeongguk had to choke back his rebuttal of, ‘fuck you’. Instead, he roamed his eyes over the list for potential responses. This next one couldn’t have been right, but any answer was better than none at all. “Interacting with another dominant at a social event such as…” Jeongguk stopped the moment he felt hot rivulets of wax sliding along the side of his neck, gasping sharply. Jimin stood up, so that he could drape his arms around Jeongguk’s front. There – he blew cool air onto the wax beneath Jeongguk’s ear, before he whispered huskily, “Eight, failing to disclose all current romantic entanglements with individuals within or outside of the practice of BDSM...” Was he seriously referring to Taehyung? Wouldn’t this go down as Jimin doubting his character and loyalty through making baseless assumptions? There was a rule against that somewhere. Jeongguk was annoyed at that point, as he shot back, “How about being falsely accused and or punished by the dominant, for having romantic feelings that don’t exist.” “How about it’s whatever the fuck I say it is,” Jimin said, as he brought the heat of the flame to the boy’s chest, so dangerously close to licking his skin. The jealousy issues were mutual, apparently. Jimin continued, evenly, “Nine, being dishonest with the dominant. We can safely say that you haven’t been completely honest with me, bun.” “Neither have y–” Before Jeongguk could finish his sentence, Jimin tilted his wrist, allowing the wax to drip over an erect nipple. This sent Jeongguk’s back against the chair in an attempt to escape the intense sensation. Jimin kept his arm around him, as he extended his reach to start painting over the younger’s skin in other soft, sensitive areas – Jeongguk’s thighs receiving most of the attention. By the time he was finished pouring, the boy was shaking in his arms, as the cool air in the room swept over his burns. He was pink wherever the wax had touched – pink, a color that was to be associated with Jeongguk given his recent choices. “Ten, leaving without being dismissed, which believe me, you will never,” Jimin laughed, still livid over the fact that his submissive had the gall to do such a thing. He pressed his nose into Jeongguk’s hair, “…ever do that to me again.” Jeongguk whimpered, somewhat pitifully, “No, master.” “When you signed the contract, you knew that I would be meeting with other clients. Seokjin is a friend and a colleague. In my opinion, this fact should have upset you less, or not at all.” Jimin placed the candle down back in its holder. “And before you try uselessly defending yourself in regards to your bestie, understand that I don’t care to hear about it. Wanna know what happens when someone touches what’s mine?” Jeongguk bit at the side of his lip, unsure if he honestly wanted to know where Jimin was going with it. “Please, tell me.” The dominant leaned himself away, so that they were no longer touching. “It loses its value.” Jeongguk closed his eyes against the words. It was a secret fear of his, one – that he’d kept under control for the most part. The fear of boring Jimin to the point where all of this would stop and that he would be disowned was difficult for him to handle, which was terrifying, given how little time they’ve spent together. Jimin extended his hand out to him, “Come.” The boy’s reaction was automatic, not requiring any thought at all, as he slid his fingers through the dominant’s, locking them together. He was pulled up from the chair. Jeongguk was being bigger and taller, but their differences in height and build only served as another aspect of enjoyment. The wax was peeling and flaking away with movement, leaving behind a path of play debris. Jeongguk was well aware that he was about to be tied up, which was a present more than a punishment, really. Jimin brought him to stand beneath the steel suspension frame, before going to unzip the duffle bag he placed down while he was setting up the equipment, taking out inches of brand-new jute rope. “There’s more to your punishment, bun,” Jimin said, as started unraveling the many layers. “And you were kind enough to give me a nice, long time to think about what I was going to do with you and what would be sufficient enough to appease me.” He moved to stand in front of Jeongguk, instructing him to put his elbows together. “The safe word for tonight is something I know you don’t want to say to me, otherwise you would have said it by now.” Jimin was quick to grab the boy by his chin, forcing Jeongguk to meet his eyes. “It’s ‘sorry’.” The elder released him in favor of binding Jeongguk’s wrists into a double column tie, stressing all of the tightening on the top band of rope, so that it wouldn’t pinch the submissive’s skin. Jimin teased his fingers through the layers to ensure of this, before he went overhand with the rope. The tie itself resembled cuffs. “Put your arms behind your head.” Jeongguk did as he was told, struggling to calm his racing heart when Jimin fed the rope through the suspension ring on the steel bar, and tugged on it. “Bend over at the waist for me.” Once the anchor was accurately proportioned, Jimin began securing the knot around the ring and the frame, giving Jeongguk enough inches of rope for the position he required. “Perfect. You can stand for now. How do you feel?” “Good,” Jeongguk said, eyes following Jimin, as he started to remove more rope from his bag. It was black like the set around his wrists. The rigger was then on his knees in front of Jeongguk, moving the rope above his hips. The material dug into his skin in a way that was familiar and he couldn’t help, but sigh in comfort. Jimin didn’t react to it, choosing to work in silence, doing his best to avoid Jeongguk’s swollen, leaking cock – otherwise it could end up in his fist, or his mouth. He pulled the rope around the boy’s left and right thigh, mirroring them to look exactly the same – steadily working him into a diamond harness. Jimin doesn’t know what a submissive will look like in one of his intricate webs, but he enjoyed fantasizing about it. It was all part of his fun. And when he first saw Jeongguk, the kid was dressed in layers dark baggy clothes, leaving perhaps too damn much to the imagination. Still, he fantasized. Now imagine Jimin’s surprise to see Jeongguk at one of his eight-o-clock appointments, shyly asking to be tied up. The boy turned out to be so much more, superseding anything he could have ever dreamed of – standing at the perfect height with the ideal build, waist so tiny. Jeongguk was so, so very pretty, almost unreasonably so. Dressing the submissive up in nothing but rope had its effects, where not even an experienced dom like Jimin was immune to it. It was often a difficult task to pleasure his little bunny, without wanting to please himself, perhaps even selfishly at times. In their contract, Jeongguk had consented to being penetrated with whatever Jimin felt necessary, be it with toys or his own cock. Jeongguk had begged, sometimes even with tears in his eyes, but the elder would not relent. He’d never had the boy in that manner, never made him his own in that way, not completely. It wasn’t something he did with any of his clients. However, Jeongguk, usually so well behaved – his best behaved boy, tested him on a daily basis. He slid the rope beneath the firm cheeks of Jeongguk’s ass, pushing them up – merely accentuating an already flattering part of his body. The harness was climbing up from his thighs to past his hips. The goal was to stop at the center of his chest, bringing the working ends through loops, and around his spine. When Jimin had run out of rope, he grabbed for more, forming a lark’s head knot, and pulling the first rope through in order to finish it. Jimin got up – stepping away to admire his work, combing his delicate fingers through his styled, silver locks. The black rope stood out against Jeongguk’s winter pale skin, so beautiful in contrast. Any color seemed to compliment him, making it difficult to have a favorite. The elder finally tore his eyes from the delectable sight of his submissive, taking the duffle bag from the floor to bring it over by the table, emptying it of its contents. “I have gifts for you, bun, though you hardly deserve them.” Jeongguk couldn’t make out any of the items from the distance that he was at, although he still attempted to do so, straining against his bondage, but it was futile. “I hope you like them. You’re already familiar with this one,” Jimin said, stalking back over towards Jeongguk, waving his purchase from the fetish boutique. It was an adjustable cock ring that consisted of leather straps, rubber, and studded snaps. “Thank you, master,” Jeongguk murmured, voice breathy and light, uncertain of how well the ring would fit him, given the fact that he was already so painfully hard. Jimin hummed in response, pulling out the travel sized bottle of lubricant from his pocket, and pushing the cap open to pour it over Jeongguk’s heated length. He jumped at the coldness, unable to get very far when the slightest bit of movement was met with restriction. Jimin took hold of the younger’s cock into a tight grip, earning him a deep, guttural moan. Jimin stroked over him once – twice, before pausing to stare up into Jeongguk’s warm, brown eyes, “You’re so beautiful.” It was difficult for him to form a proper response, when his dick was pulsating, but Jeongguk managed, given the fact that the compliment was the first hint of sweetness Jimin had shown him this evening. “Only with master’s help…” “How true…” Jimin said, somewhat smug as he slid the ring down to the base of Jeongguk’s cock. There was something appealing about how breathy and overwhelmed the younger was, while he worked the leather straps around his balls, snapping the material in place. Cock rings tended to leave Jeongguk twice as sensitive, and so very, very easy. Jimin released him non-too-gently, his touch still lingering on the boy’s skin, “You have a few more presents.” The dom proceeded back towards the table, returning with both hands occupied. “I think I have an issue with spoiling you, bun.” The humiliation came in the form of a tall, white rabbit eared headband. He ran the velvety material along the vulnerable underside of Jeongguk’s arm, Jimin’s dark, playful eyes gauging his every reaction. A soft gasp escaped into the quiet room, when he skimmed over the boy’s rope covered thigh next. The area was still pink and tingling from the wax. Jimin continued on with the slow torment, teasing the fur across Jeongguk’s chest, catching his nipples – knowing that he would be overwhelmed by it, when he arched his back. “Have you had enough?” Jimin mused, as he leaned onto his toes to place the headband behind Jeongguk’s ears. He played with a few choice strands, tucking his pink bangs back, styling the younger however he saw fit. Frankly, Jimin thought it was criminal whenever Jeongguk’s forehead was kept hidden. “All bunnies have really pretty ears,” Jimin said, slipping two fingers beneath the collar around Jeongguk’s throat, slowly running his thumb over the rabbit pendant – when a single tug suddenly jerked him forward, their lips less than an inch away from touching, breaths mingling as one. “You know what else they have? Pretty little tails...” Jimin pressed an ironically chaste kiss to Jeongguk’s mouth that left the younger aching for more. Jimin revealed to him what was in his other hand. It was a puff of white fur attached to a plug that was made of black glass. He took in Jeongguk’s expression with open amusement, watched as the pink in his cheeks turned scarlet, like a fever was having its way with him. Jimin trailed his gaze down to where Jeongguk’s cock was pitifully swollen within the confines of the ring, where a thick bead of precum had formed at the tip. The elder chuckled, softly, “What a naughty little thing you are, already leaking from the thought of having your hole filled.” Jimin moved so that he was standing behind him, pressing an insistent hand against the small of his back – bending Jeongguk at the waist. The rope around his wrists allowed him to do this to a certain extent, the tie specifically in place to hold him up. “Spread your legs for me,” Jimin said, giving him less than a second to perform the task, before he did it himself – wedging Jeongguk’s thighs far apart with his own. Jimin slid his cold, lube slicked fingers down the cleft of Jeongguk’s ass, slowly teasing over his hole – getting him all wet and sticky, before he pushed in with a slender digit. Usually, his master wore gloves, but he didn’t for this occasion. Jeongguk trusted him to do whatever he pleased, consenting to him fully, but the smallest of details seemed to matter more to him when he was convinced that it was love. “You’re such a good bunny,” Jimin cooed, taking his time working Jeongguk open with expert fingers – knowing exactly how far to push him, where to press into him so deep, before he struck the boy exactly where he needed it the most. The constant tightening of Jeongguk’s rim around his fingers, coupled by the soft little sounds he was making sent pulses of arousal straight to Jimin’s cock. He nearly lost himself to it, “You’re always so fucking tight. Was that boy really just your friend? You didn’t let him fuck you, you – the slut with three of my fingers up his ass?” “It’s because I’m yours…” Jeongguk gasped out, the familiar burn in his belly threatened to spill over, his thighs beginning to quake. He was already so close. “Can I come, please? Please.” “Awe, no, bunny. You can’t,” Jimin said, as he removed each digit one at a time, being so very careful with him. Jeongguk whimpered at the emptiness he felt, when he heard the sound of the cap to the lube being opened again. Jimin squeezed a generous amount of it onto the plug, before he pressed the cool, sleek glass against his dripping hole – slipping into him with ease, filling the younger up with warmth, until he was met with the thick, bulbous part of the toy. Jeongguk bit at his bottom lip to hold in his cries, when Jimin slowly, but firmly sank the rest of the plug into him, stretching him beyond what he’d ever felt, when it wasn’t even that large to begin with. Spiteful almost, Jimin patted the tail, delighting in the choked sob that was elicited in response. “You’re so good for me,” Jimin murmured, as he caressed each of his ass cheeks into his palms, warming up the area for what was soon to come. The dom’s words were soft and affectionate, “My precious little bunny. You’re an absolute dream.” Jeongguk’s skin was on fire, embarrassed by the compliment, “T-Thank you, master.” “I worked really hard on this last present,” Jimin said, finally coming into view again just to tease Jeongguk with distance itself. He could hardly stand it, especially needy when he was reduced into subspace. “Each time I missed you, I worked on it a little bit more. However, it was my recent…disappointment that gave me the motivation to finish it.” The last and final item was a handmade paddle. Crafting and modifying was one of Jimin’s many hobbies. He enjoyed customizing everything that he owned, making every bit of the experience personal. It was how he expressed one of the many acts of control that most dominants seemed to possess in one way or another. For the paddle itself, he’d started from scratch with a jigsaw blade, and a sander. It took time – time Jimin never seemed to have enough of lately. He found a cheap set of rabbit stencils at a local art supply store, penciled them onto the wood, and then carved them out with kanna tools. He raised the paddle in his hand, showing it off to Jeongguk, watching as his doe eyes widened. “Do you like it, bun?” Jeongguk nodded his pink head, to which Jimin gave him a free pass, because even he’d been astonished by the finished product. It was absolutely beautiful and possibly his new favorite toy. The paddle was thick and wide where it mattered, its surface smooth. He pressed the flat of it against the boy’s cheek, allowing him to feel it. Jeongguk lifted his face with the motion, meeting the heavy weight of Jimin’s dark, narrowed eyes. Jesus. “It’s going to leave pretty little bunny indents all across your ass…” the elder murmured, voice like a caress, when he stepped behind the submissive. “Your limit has always been fifteen with a paddle, but I think you can handle more. And since your insubordination hurt me twice as much, we’re going to double the count to thirty. Do you understand?” Jeongguk closed his eyes at the declaration, resigning himself to his fate. “Yes, master.” A thuddy paddle was exceptionally more painful and Jeongguk deserved every little bit of it. Jimin gently pressed the wooden surface between the boy’s cheeks and upper thighs. The familiar burst of adrenaline rushed through his veins, when he reeled back his wrist, and came down firmly. The heavy impact was enough to send ripples of pain across Jeongguk’s body, hitting all of his most sensitive places. Jimin was the one counting in a low growl, as he distributed each stroke of the paddle evenly – changing up the spot the moment he felt Jeongguk had become too comfortable. He watched as the boy jolted, even though he knew it was coming, and he listened to him cry, even though he loved it. Jeongguk had such a pretty voice – his whimpers and moans as melodic as a chirp from a songbird. The flesh of his ass was a burning shade of red, save for the rabbit outlines that were coming out stark, and beautiful against his tender skin. “Twenty-two,” Jimin said, as he once again rolled his wrist – the wood meeting the fluffy tail, causing Jeongguk to tug hard at the restraints around his wrists, trembling. “C–Can I come, please?” he asked, voice raw and broken, as every stroke of the paddle made his muscles tense around the plug, drawing it into him deeper. The sting of pain only served as another form of pleasure that was overwhelming him. It felt like an eternity since he was hard, continuing to pathetically leak precum down the side of his cock. “You can come just from this…” Jimin laughed, because of course – of course Jeongguk was capable of doing such a thing. “The answer is no, bun. You can’t come yet and if you do, I’ll make you wish that you hadn’t.” The threat was followed up by another loud, heavy fall of the paddle. The bite from it was enough to tear a scream from the back of Jeongguk’s throat. Jimin rubbed the abused skin with the wood, before he immediately landed another spank – testing Jeongguk, daring him to go against his command. With only seven more left to go, Jimin chose each spot carefully, knowing exactly where Jeongguk needed it. And despite having been certain that the boy would quickly release within the short pauses between each tingling smack, he’d somehow managed to focus on doing the exact opposite. Jimin’s voice was thick and heady with arousal, having already reached his limit in all manners of the word, “Thirty.” This was the moment where he should be lovingly praising his submissive. He should soothe Jeongguk’s skin, care for him – forgive him, even. But there were outcomes that Jimin had anticipated. One, Jeongguk would end up saying the safe word before he reached the end of the count or two, he would come, which would bring upon another punishment, but neither happened. See, Jeongguk was a very, very good boy. Jimin set the paddle down against the wall behind him. He usually kept a pair of scissors on him in case of emergencies, but tonight he carried one of his favorite karambit safety knives. He retrieved it from his back pocket and started cutting through the rope keeping Jeongguk’s wrists restrained. With the boy in his bent position, Jimin had no problem with reaching it – keeping his hand above Jeongguk’s, protecting him from any chances of meeting the blade, however minute. “I want you lying on the floor, on your stomach,” Jimin said, as he curved his fingers under one of the many knots of rope in the event that Jeongguk’s wobbly legs gave out once his arms were freed, and no longer suspended. They didn’t, but the elder helped lower him onto the smooth tiles anyway. Jeongguk gasped when his warm skin met the cold, uncomfortable surface. Jimin left the knife out, as he joined Jeongguk on the floor. He straddled the back of his well-muscled thighs, enclosing them tightly within his own. There were rope marks left on the boy’s wrists that would be gone over night. “I’d try to get comfortable while you still can, bun.” The dom’s tone was mockingly regretful. “The thing is – you’re such a good boy for me, that when you step out of line, it’s unexpected, and when it’s unexpected, it makes me very angry. I’m still so very angry with you.” Jeongguk breathed out, shakily, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry, ‘stop’ or sorry that you were wrong?” Jimin asked him, as he shamelessly roamed his eyes over Jeongguk’s sprawled form, completely at his mercy – if willing. “I’m sorry that I tried to make you angry.” “Oh, you didn’t try, little bunny,” he laughed, the bitter sound of it running down the length of Jeongguk’s spine. “You succeeded.” The boy tensed when he felt something cold being pressed against his back, knowing that it was the steel of Jimin’s blade. “I need you to be still for me...” He nodded his compliance, when the pressure around his midsection was released. Jimin had cut the knots leading down to his waist, but avoided the rope incasing his thighs. Jimin put the knife away, taking in the endless amount of soft, smooth skin along Jeongguk’s back. He was like a herculean trope, all healthy, and fit – half boy, half god. So pretty that Jimin wanted to ruin him, as he dug his short nails into the back of Jeongguk’s neck, and then slowly dragged them down, listening as the boy drew in a sharp breath. The elder adjusted his hips to better follow his path into the dip of Jeongguk’s spine, purposefully nudging his clothed, hard cock against the rabbit tail. He smiled, wickedly, when the boy keened at the contact, “Do you like this, bun?” “Ah –yes! S–So much…” he gasped, having been startled by the satisfying pain and heat radiating throughout his back. “Harder, master.” Jimin was more than willing to oblige him, using both hands this time – starting at the tops of Jeongguk’s shoulders. The lines forming beneath the deep press of his nails were an angry red, skin breaking with small, puffy cuts. However, the reaction from Jeongguk was one of ecstasy, when he curled in on himself with a wrecked cry. The sound of it rang through Jimin like an alarm, deciding that once more would have to be the absolute limit. He tried to make it last, as he slowly raked his nails down – all the while, rocking his hips against Jeongguk’s ass, reveling in his breathy moans of pleasure. The boy turned his face to the side, resting his overheated skin against the cool tiles. “More,” he whispered, brown eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “I want you to mark me. Please, master. I want to be yours.” The air ghosting over his scratches made everything burn and at the back of his mind, Jeongguk knew that he was bleeding, and that it was probably an ugly sight, but he didn’t care. “You’re already mine,” Jimin informed him, as he gripped the plug at its base and slowly withdrew it from his submissive’s stretched little hole. He spread Jeongguk’s cheeks nice and wide within his palms, the action possessive as he watched him clench around nothing. The last ounce of Jimin’s self-restraint was promptly gone within that moment, as he tugged down the zipper on his dark slacks far enough to pull out his throbbing cock. “I’ve always wanted you beneath me, just like this, my helpless little bunny.” Jeongguk’s skin grew hot from the words being spoken, torn between wanting to hide himself away, or to throw his arms around Jimin. It was a pivotal moment for the both of them, a change in their dynamic. He’d begged, sometimes until his throat was raw, to be fucked. For Jimin to use him up like he was a doll – now it was finally happening. Jimin opened the lubricant bottle to start slicking himself up, being generous with the application. What he lacked in length, he made up for in girth. Jeongguk knew of this fact, given the many times he choked while giving his master a messy blowjob, left with a stream of tears and a swollen mouth. “It’s too early in your training to be doing this,” Jimin warned, voice grave, as he pressed the thick head of his cock against Jeongguk’s tender rim. “Are you sure?” “Please, fuck me, master,” Jeongguk murmured, doing his best to push back with his hips, needing the ache inside him to be filled after a long night of being on edge, punished, and teased. Jimin peered down at him, watching as his bunny teeth sucked in his bottom lip. The rabbit ears were so pretty against Jeongguk’s soft pink hair. He wasn’t even that upset about it anymore. The boy whined when he thought he was being ignored, somewhat petulant, “I’ve been good for you.” “That means you deserve my cock, then?” Jimin mused, feeling himself give in, which was a too common occurrence with his submissive, whose response was an indecent moan of, ‘mmmhmm’ at the back of his throat – eagerly nodding and once again squirming, until he abruptly grabbed Jeongguk by the waist in order to cease his movements, Jimin’s strong legs tightening around the boy’s thighs, as he took hold of his length and slowly pushed into him, sinking deep – until his pelvic bone met Jeongguk’s pert, bunny printed cheeks. Jeongguk’s mouth dropped into a soundless cry at the stretch, painful and blissful all at once. He curled his hands into fists beside his head, when Jimin had him by the roots of his hair, brushing his mouth over the boy’s shoulder, “You feel incredible,” he murmured, voice shaky and affected, as he traced over a deep scratch with the point of his tongue, “So tight and perfect around my cock, little bun.” Using his grip on Jeongguk’s pink locks as leverage, Jimin barely withdrew his hips, before he slammed back in – creating a rhythm that sent the younger into the tiles each time he came forward, Jeongguk’s swollen length a dripping mess between his stomach and the floor, stimulated by the raw friction. He whimpered when he felt Jimin sucking marks into his skin, placing bites against the cuts from his nails. Jeongguk was at the point where shame no longer mattered. “Please–I need more, need it f-faster…” “What if I want to take my time fucking you?” Jimin asked, punctuating his question by slowing his hips to a full stop. It was three, excruciatingly long seconds, before he thrust back into him, filling him inch by inch – the elder repeated the action, seeming to draw it out more each time. The boy was quaking beneath him, when he finally let up. “You would cry,” Jimin said, evenly, answering the question on his behalf, despite the fact that they were both aware of the truth. Jeongguk felt as his master took hold of his wrist, carefully guiding his arm back, so that he was grabbing Jimin’s thigh for support. The muscles there flexed and jumped beneath his fingertips whenever Jimin drove into him, the pace having formed into one that was fast and unforgiving, as he relentlessly pressed in as far as he could inside the younger, the harsh sound of skin meeting skin flooding the quiet room. “Ma–ahh… Master, please let me come…” Jimin could feel how close Jeongguk was to unraveling, clenching tightly around his cock at frequent, squeezing him so hard he’d nearly lost breath from sheer overwhelm. The younger felt so fucking good, part of the reason being the fact that it was Jeongguk he was fucking, and Jimin wanted – he craved to have this for himself, which was a dangerous realization that he’d have to dwell on later. “Go on, sweets, I want you to come for me,” he said, words skimming the back of Jeongguk’s neck, as he moved a hand around Jeongguk’s hips to gently grab at his cock, stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts. The second Jeongguk was granted permission he felt the relief swallow him up whole. The pleasure that was steadily melting him through at the center of his being finally spilled over, as he came in a myriad of deep moans and needy, little cries. A professional dominant would do well to remember that putting the needs of his submissive first was crucial. Jimin had always believed in this, focusing on the younger, when he gave himself over to his release. Fingers then coated with sticky ropes of Jeongguk’s cum, Jimin continued pumping him through each intense wave, until his muscles stopped gripping him and his cock softened enough to remove the ring. Jeongguk winced once the pressure was released, dropping his sweaty forehead against his forearm, utterly sated, and blissed out. Unfortunately for his sweet little bunny, it was his turn now. Jimin pressed the flat of his hand between Jeongguk’s shoulder-blades, forcing his chest down to the floor, pinning him there as he started grinding his hips into his ass, thrusts slow and deep, more thorough – expelling the air from Jeongguk’s burning lungs. Jimin was the perfect fit – his thick cock repeatedly stretching the boy open and stuffing him full, rubbing against the deepest parts of him. It didn’t take much for Jeongguk to get hard again from being overstimulated. “Show Master that slutty, little bunny cunt of yours,” Jimin growled the order through his teeth, watching with hooded eyes as Jeongguk did as he was told, a good boy – spreading his cheeks wide enough to give Jimin the perfect view of his cock disappearing in and out of his drenched, abused hole. He captured Jeongguk’s wrists, keeping his hands there, “Who owns you, Jeongguk?” It was very rare that Jimin ever used a submissive’s real name, even though it wasn’t a set rule. It was simply perceived as coming off as too intimate or personal. “Master owns me,” Jeongguk gasped out, as the heat at the pit of his stomach threatened to unfurl for a second time. He didn’t want it to be so soon, trying to focus on the signs that Jimin was nearing his climax, how aggressive he becomes, his words filthy and thoughtless between deep groans and breathy sighs. It turned him on to no end, knowing that he was the one giving his master such pleasure. It empowered him. “Can I p-please come?” “Little bunny, you come now or you don’t come at all,” Jimin husked, challenging Jeongguk even while he was so very close to oblivion. He tore his eyes away from where their bodies were connected to lean down, scraping his teeth over the back of Jeongguk’s shoulder, unable to leave it alone, as he relished in the cries he was rewarded with, continuing to pound into the boy with wild abandon. The sound of Jeongguk’s affliction was enough to send a pleasurable chill throughout his body, or in this case, do him in completely. He used the full weight of his body to keep Jeongguk still, when he came hard – spilling his hot cum deeply inside him. Jeongguk winced at the odd sensation and was quick to follow Jimin over the edge, coming in thick spurts against his stomach and the tiles. Jimin slammed his hips forward one last time, burying his release, before he slowly let Jeongguk go from his bruising grip. Jeongguk felt weightless, basking in the afterglow – a giddy, joyful feeling engulfing him in warmth. He closed his eyes against its comfort, listening to the rapid beating of his pulse in ears – trying to slow it, without ever having to come back down. Jimin was lying beside him on the floor then, arms immediately reaching for him, and wrapping around the boy like vines. Jeongguk allowed himself to be pulled in, sighing at the petite hands stroking over his sore skin. “Did I hurt you?” Jimin asked, his voice back to its usual soft, alluring lilt – soothing him. Jeongguk was contented, a giggle bubbling from his chest, “Only in ways that I enjoyed.” The elder started combing his fingers through the damp, pink strands of Jeongguk’s hair, adjusting the headband in the process. “The bunny props didn’t even embarrass you, did they?” He shook his head, feeling shy all of a sudden, “But you enjoyed seeing me wear them, so it wasn’t a total waste.” He hummed in agreement, as he turned over onto his back, pulling Jeongguk’s mouth to his own, kissing him softly. “You’re so pretty, bun,” he whispered, taking another long, slow drag of the younger’s lips. Jimin didn’t stop until he was certain that he was under the consumption. At the end of every scene or an intense activity, the submissive was prone to a sub-drop, which meant their endorphins crashed. Jimin was always careful about cushioning the fall, all gentle touches and soft words. “So pretty and all mine.” In a few moments, Jimin would go through the routine of cutting off the rest of the rope. He’d then proceed to take a warm, soapy rag to Jeongguk’s skin, washing him of the blood, sweat, and cum that clung to him – all the while, eyeing his water intake, and feeding him his favorite chocolates. The final step would be dressing Jeongguk’s wounds and there were plenty of them. At the end of an evening with Jeongguk, Jimin was always left with such profound emptiness, which is why Jeongguk needed to complete his training, and become his – his forever. No one in this world made Jimin feel so insecure. No one ever could and yet. Jeongguk nuzzled his nose against the side of Jimin’s throat, twisting his fingers into the fabric of his master’s shirt, desperate almost, “Master, I want more kisses.” Jimin smiled. “Of course, bun.” -------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a little past midnight when Taehyung glanced over to look at the clock. He’d been staring at his notes all night, and just to be clear – the ones he wrote down himself, not the ones from Professor Min’s stupid, highly well-detailed outline. Sure, it would be beneficial to him to just suck it up and use the material – s’not like Yoongi would ever have to know about it. A small amount of bitterness came with it though, since Professor Jung never provided the class with his own notes, and Taehyung would have given anything for a small glimpse of what went through his head. He got up from his chair, long overdue for a break, and to perhaps eat something for the first time since three o’ clock in the afternoon – yesterday now. Several times the messenger on his phone went off throughout the night. It was Hoseok giving a play by play of his random outing into the city. He kept taking photos of every ‘artsy-esque’ thing he saw, as though his two friends – one majoring in art, and the other in photography, would honestly give a shit. Jeongguk hadn’t even read any of the messages. It made Taehyung wonder, even worry about the possibility of Jeongguk being at Void? Then he remembered the date and what the younger had said at lunch about seeing Jimin on Friday. It was currently past midnight on a Saturday. Taehyung was so absorbed in schoolwork that he doesn’t remember what time Jeongguk left their dorm room. It was the type of shit that made Taehyung feel anxious. Jeongguk had made it clear that he was avoiding going back to the club. He told Taehyung that he would be punished as a result of what had happened last week. And what happened last week, was ultimately Taehyung’s fault. In the BDSM world, he was a goddamn menace. How would he ever survive being a part of it? The answer was simple: he wouldn’t. Not that he wanted to be, mind you. This wasn’t the Little Mermaid. Just as he was about to wolf down the last slice of Jeongguk’s leftover cheesecake, the door to their room was being opened. He quickly placed the dessert back on the refrigerator shelf. The boy looked exhausted, but the cold weather alone could do that to you. The tops of his cheeks, as well as the point of his nose were beet red. Jeongguk gave their small living area the onceover, eyes immediately landing on Taehyung. “Oh, hey, Guk,” ‘Guk, buddy, hey.’ Taehyung was doing that thing where he smiled so big and wide that it was obvious he was nervous. Despite all of that, he was happy to see his dongsaeng – glad to know he was alive, and that all still appeared to be intact. “How was your night?” “It was good,” he said, seeming to mean it, but there was noticeable hesitation in Jeongguk’s movements. He was slower, more sluggish in removing the coat from off his shoulders. “The drive back here was awful, though. Then I remembered there was a game tonight, and parties – parties galore.” “Uh, yeah, fucking parties...galactic…” or galore, whatever he said – Taehyung paused, trying to not be so obvious about the fact that he was taking in the other boy’s actions, waiting to catch him in something that he shouldn’t. “Did you see Hobi’s photos yet? They’re trash, but we should still try to act impressed, especially over the moonlight garden that we can’t even see, because it’s fucking dark out.” For awhile, all Jeongguk did was stand there with his coat still down past his shoulders, and that was where it stayed. “I haven’t checked messenger today. Were you – or did you take your shower?” Taehyung was in full detective mode now, ready to break out the deerstalker hat, and magnifying glass. “Not yet. Why? Trying to get rid of me, Jeon Jeongguk?” “I was gonna ask if I can wash up first?” he asked, long fingers closed in one sleeve behind his back, where he was carefully pulling on it. “Sure, Guk, whatever you want,” Taehyung breathed out, realizing that Jeongguk was avoiding hurting himself with abrupt movements. There was discomfort somewhere – somewhere in his shoulders, or in his back. “Let me help you with that.” Taehyung wasn’t offering at this point and Jeongguk wasn’t in the position to refuse him. So, he picked up from where the younger left off, gently pulling at the sleeves of his coat. He then placed it on Jeongguk’s bed when the task was done. Throughout the removal, he hadn’t failed to notice the way Jeongguk’s shoulders tensed, as though waiting for it to hurt. Cutting the bullshit, Taehyung deadpanned, “What happened at Void?” “I had my appointment,” Jeongguk said, turning so that he was facing his friend. “It was nothing out of the ordinary, really. Jimin was happy to see me back, there was even one point where I thought he was going to break out a cake, or play the trombone or something.” “Oh, really? Wow, that’s fantastic!” Taehyung laughed in mock-glee, the sound of it absolutely obnoxious – they’d both learned it from Hoseok. He sobered up once he’d made his point clear, that he didn’t believe a word out of his fucking mouth, “You’ll have no problem with showing me your back then.” “Tae…” Jeongguk whispered, brown eyes pleading with him. He looked like he was about ready to break down. Taehyung was stubborn and would not give up, he already knew. “You saw what happened with Woozi. Sometimes there are punishments that may look bad, but they’re not. It’s all consensual and agreed upon.” “Show me,” Taehyung repeated, the tension in the room growing thick, and suffocating. When Jeongguk continued to remain still, denying him without words, he closed his eyes, raising his voice for the first time – in a long while. Years. “If it’s not as bad as you say it is, then you wouldn’t have hobbled yourself in here, struggling to get out of your fucking clothes! I won’t be able to sleep tonight, until you fucking show me.” Jeongguk nodded somewhat numbly, as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pausing midway when he felt the beginnings of pain. He sucked in his breath and quickly tugged it off, as one would a band-aid. If he thought Taehyung hadn’t seen the pain on his face, he was wrong – too perceptive for his own good. Jeongguk dropped the garment to the floor, the front of his body reflecting the marks from the rope, but they would fade soon. Without having to be told, he slowly turned around, unaware of the condition of his back, but he could hear it in the sharp gasp Taehyung drew. It was bad. Thankfully, the older boy couldn’t see his ass. That hurt twice as much and was probably covered in welts. “Jimin did this to you?” Taehyung asked, already knowing the answer, but it made no sense to him. There was a deep bruise from what was an obvious bite mark – lines of red were dragged down the length of Jeongguk’s back. It looked like a mess, a bloody mess and part of it was Taehyung’s fault. His voice was trembling, “The guy you claim to be in love with?” “You don’t understand,” Jeongguk said, looking over his shoulder, and was met with Taehyung’s expression of complete distraught. The younger might’ve been on the brink of tears, but it was his hyung who was crying. “You can’t blame him for what I want done to me.” “A bath would be better.” Taehyung changed the subject, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, before he raided Jeongguk’s drawers. He pulled out a large black shirt and a pair of boxers. Jeongguk tried again, “Tae…” “The Epsom salt isn’t good for wounds, but,” Taehyung said, talking a mile a minute. “…we can put some Neosporin on the cuts and then uhm, lots of those Finding Nemo band-aids…” “My–Jimin already put cream on them, and at one point, he even dressed them, but I took the bandages off before I got home.” He didn’t want Taehyung to see them in the garbage the next morning. The marks only needed more cream, nothing major. The whole thing was a bit dramatic in his opinion, even if Jeongguk enjoyed being cared for, and coddled. Taehyung was already at the bathroom door, Jeongguk slowly trailing behind him. He was yanking the shower curtain to one side. “Hold on, hyung will clean it first,” he said, as he started scrubbing the porcelain with a Magic Eraser. Taehyung was known for being an anxious person, cleaning things, and talking fast when it got the better of him. Jeongguk swallowed, thickly, emotions tight in his throat. “Tae, you don’t have to…” He stood up when he was finished, a shaking hand turning the faucet on to adjust the water to his own preference. “Feel the temperature. Tell me if it’s okay.” Jeongguk humored him, wiggling his fingers beneath the spray. “It’s perfect.” “Oh! Your socks,” Taehyung said, as he slowly backed away from him. “I’ll go get them for you, unless you need help with your jeans?” “No – I shouldn’t, but Tae, I don’t…” Taehyung stopped him right there. “Socks are important, they do a lot to keep us warm, you know.” He walked into the room, continuing to go on and on about the amazing comfort. But in all honesty, Taehyung wasn’t interested in socks. He also didn’t want to hear the cries of pain once Jeongguk finally sat himself down in the tub. No, he didn’t want to see the rest of the damage left all over his friend’s body, due to his, his – Kim fucking Taehyung’s behavior. What Taehyung truly wanted was the keys to the car. And he’d found them on top of Jeongguk’s bed from where he’d tossed them so that he could fail to shed out of his coat. Taehyung scooped them up, loudly saying something about the wonders of fuzzy socks, before he pulled on his scarf, and stepped out into the hallway of their dormitory. It took Taehyung a moment to ground himself enough to be able to drive, smoothing his hands flat against the closed door. He felt apologetic for the anger that was currently surging through him, for the fact that Jeongguk would not approve of what he was about to do next. He might not even be able to forgive Taehyung after tonight. He really was going to break Jimin’s wrist. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TBC Oh, hell. It’s a glossary. Bight - a loop of rope, as distinct from the rope's ends. Lark’s head knot - a hitch knot used to attach a rope to an object. Sub-drop - the ‘down’ or ‘low’ feeling after BDSM play. Rigger - someone that is a top that specializes in rope bondage, often one that performs suspension riggings. *BDSM test link that literally everyone has taken at some point or another.

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Come Together pt 10

Bts gang au x hubrid reader and friend

Warnings: cursing, angst, violence, arguing,

http://rofics.tumblr.com/post/171547795932/come-together-pt-11-bts-gang-au-x-hybrid-reader

Damn gut feelings

I have no idea in hell how I'm supposed to fight in this damn maid costume, it doesn't move! I'll probably rip it in half, then all of me will be exposed.

Leo lunges, claws out to rip my costume but I dodge at the last second, finger barely grazing my arm. The party goers started to scream and fled the ballroom in panicked groups, pushing and shoving each other. I land kick after kick on Leo but they don't seem to phase him at all, fucking Jax.

"Y/N switch! I'll take Leo!" Eli yells, finally springing into action. I nod and kick Leo in the back, right into Eli's fist.

"At long last, I've wanted to kill you for so long Y/N" he spits out my name, and I crack my nuckles.

"I can assure you that I won't be the one to die tonight, Jax" I retaliate, kicking my platform shoes to the side and ripping off my stupid headband.

"You can't win, you don't even know how to use those pathetic powers that you inherited" he states smugly and a tiny hole is punched in my confidence. He is right about that, but I will not lose. I have to avenge Kyra and all of the hybrids he's killed.

I feel a calm settle through me 'I'm with you Y/N, don't worry. I have experience and you have heart, well kill this bastard once and for all' Kyra's voice floats in my head and I nod, clenching my fist.

An ice shard is shot at me so I put up a fire shield that makes the shard fizzle before it can even reach me.

"Of course a piece of shit like you would use ice magic. Who do you think you are? Fucking Gray Fullbuster?" I question with a snort. Jax lets out a human growl that makes me snicker, hand over my mouth.

"You want to growl at a dog? Are you for real? Bro you ain't shit, your bitch ass needed help to escape! I thought you were some big bad wolf, but you're a pitiful excuse for a wizard." I retort, taking steps towards him, fear non existent. He backs up, scary facade seems to wither as I let out an actual growl. One from the bottom of my stomach, deep, feral, ready to attack.

'We're going to remove his magick' Kyra says and I nod, following her voice

My hand reaches out, finger touching his forehead, apparently you can remove someone's power this way. I can only do this because Kyra's family work for a the magick council, like THE council. She was the heiress of their position, posessing the responsibility to take people's powers if they used them the wrong way. It was torture, but it was better than death, the other having no memory of magick, only slight knowledge of who they are. Jax's body crumbles to the floor as a gold essence floats in the air, his power. The beautiful power is tainted by black specks, meaning an abuse of magick. I wave the same hand that was placed on his forehead and the power disappears, going who knows where.

Jax lies on the ground for a bit, the fight between Eli amd Leo stops, luckily they weren't hurt too bad. Jax sits up from the floor and looks around

"Where am I? Who are you people?" He questions, staring at us

"You wandered into a private estate and passed out, we brought you in here so you'd be safe" Sacha says before I can reply so I nod kindly. He stares at her, then stares at me. He nods and slowly gets up, walking past everyone with his shoulders slumped.

"Why'd you let him leave?!" Eli shouts so I turn towards him

"He had no memories of who he was, he's not a threat anymore. He has no more magick" I explain, slipping my shoes back on.

*rumble rumble rumble*

More lightning lights up the sky, thunder roaring and the skies open. Big heavy drops of water pour down, this was strange. The weather was never like this normally. I got another feeling in my stomach, this night was not done. I walk out of the ballroom, Sacha and the others following me in confusion. I get to the main entrance and see Kyra?? At the bottom of the steps. No, no, this isn't Kyra! She had purple hair, this person has blue. The look a like stares at me, lightning flashing behind her, red eyes. She's the one truly responsible for all of this.

"I'm glad we can finally meet. I've heard so much about you form my dear sweet sister" she says, going up one step so I go down one.

"Kyra never mentioned a twin, you must not have been as important" I reply, taking another step down. A bolt of lightning strikes the step behind me but I don't flinch

"I'm the older one, Moira. And I'd watch your tongue mutt, you may have my sisters power but I'm stronger than her" Moira threatens, taking another step up.

"You know, I'm really fucking tired of people calling me a fucking mutt!" I growl, taking another step down, fire licking at my fingers despite the rain. Moira forces another lightning bolt down, it doesn't hurt as my body absorbs it. The twins are elemental witches. I counter with a gust of wind as strong as an f5 hurricane, blowing that bitch down the stairs. She lands on her feet and launches a fire ball at me but I catch it and throw it back, ten times hotter. She yelps and stumbles back

"You may have been stronger than Kyra, but the two of us have merged souls. It's her power with my will, you never had a chance" I say, metal overtaking my body as I clank down the stairs. She makes a fist out of metal and swings but I grab her wrist, forcing it backwards.

"You're not going to win, just stop fighting" I plead, all of this hurting people wasn't fun on my conscience. Moira doesn't listen and keeps throwing weak attacks that bounce off of me, it was pathetic really. I didn't want to do this twice in a row but I grip Moira with my right hand, finger on her forehead.

"This is for your own good" I whisper as I see the horror in her eyes, she tries to break free but I keep her in place. She screams and fights but sags when her power is finally out, the sight disgusts me. Her whole essence of power was pitch black, no gold whatsoever. I wave my hand twice for good measure, that darkness does not need to go into anyone else. The rain and thunder stop, my costume now soaking wet, cold seeping into my skin. Moira straightens up after another minute and stares at me in confusion

"Who are you?" She asks, staring at me so I force a smile.

"You got caught up in the rain and almost collapsed, I stayed with you to make sure you were alright" I explain as her confusion stays. She steps out of my grip and turns around, unsure of where to go until she decides to go left. Her shoulders are slumped as well, head looking in multiple directions. My head droops down, I didn't know how much power it took to remove other powers. Not to mention I was fucking freezing, that wasn't normal rain, it was laced with power. I plop on one of the steps with a groan

"You alright Jinx?" Sacha questions, standing in front of me and I nod.

"Why do the crazies always want me? Why can't people ever go after you?" I pout and she laughs at me.

"Because hares aren't threats to people. Big fluffy Malamute hybrids are" she retorts with a smile and I huff at her with a shiver. A large warm jacket is placed on my shoulders that makes me sigh in content. I slip my arms through and hug myself, sweet sweet warmth. It was Jungkook's jacket, Sacha helps me up and I let out a loud yawn.

"I'm honestly so confused on what happened" Jin sighs, staring into the distance where Moira disappeared.

"I've stopped trying to understand honestly" Tae confesses, leaning on the stair railing.

"Jax was being controlled by Moira, Moira was the older twin of Kyra. Moira was the evil one but was weal against Y/N and Kyra because their souls merged together. Y/N took Moira and Jax's powers so they can't do anymore damage" Yoongi informs matter of factly making Jimin shake his head.

"Still not going to try" he mutters making me giggle.

"Sorry if you guys get roped into this stuff, I really don't know why people have something against me" I apologize sheepishly, looking at them.

"It's because of our family Jinx. They put a lot of people in jail and underground, so their families have grudges" Eli chimes and I groan.

"Come on, we've had way too many eventful days in a row. Time to stay home officially" Namjoon declares, ushering everyone to the limo so I cheer.

"I agree! Let's just stay inside, nobody can mess with us there" I laugh, linking arms with Sacha.

"Wait!" A voice shouts, N? Namjoon turns around to stare at Vixx's leader with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes?" He asks, Jin standing tall next to him.

"I want to thank your bodyguards, for not forcing Leo up on stage in that embarrassing outfit. It was humiliating to my second in command" he says, Leo apparing next to him.

"It wasn't a problem, we're used to making fools of ourselves" Eli says with a smile and I nod.

"It's true, it may have been humiliating at first but we have no shame when it comes to being stupid" I add, sticking a hand out to Leo as a truce. His slender fingers wrap around mine in a slight shake, we pull apart and I stick my hands in Jungkook's jacket.

"Well, we'll get going now. You know how to reach me if you ever want to change sides" Namjoon says, slightly bowing to N. N nods, slightly bowing back as we pile into the limo.

"Anybody want food? I'm starved" Jin asks out of the blue and Eli nods vigorously

"Yes please! I didn't get to eat anything because of that damned performance" Eli whines, pulling his skirt down.

"Speaking of which, you were hilarious up there. I couldn't keep my laughter down" Hoseok praises with his sunshine smile and Sacha beamed at him.

"It was a skit Y/N and I used to do when we were younger, it's a great remake of a great song" She replies happily and I side eye her. She is so damn whipped by him, they for real needed to start dating. My nose picked up on food and I realized that our driver was ordering food for us and boy was I excited! None of us ate dinner because we didn't plan on getting interrupted twice by evil witches. Multiple bags are being handed to us, each picking something to munch on. We made chatter around full mouths and I'm surprised food didn't get everywhere. I stopped mid bite because I was hit with a bad feeling once again. I swear, I'm gonna fight myself if these damn feelings don't stop.

*pop*

The limo began to shake as if it was uneven, a tire went out! The drive wasn't getting any better so I broke through the screen and saw that the driver was, you guessd it, dead! He was fucking dead and we were headed right into a lake. I tried to reach the wheel but my dress got caught and the limo plowed through the guard rail to plummet into the freezing waters. I was thrust right into the windshield, arms out to protect my head. The impact shocked me a bit and I knew we all had to get out of here before we drowned. It'd take too long for this big ass limo to equalize with the water, we'd have to break through. Sacha couldn't swim so she was my main priority as I swim back through the tiny window. I suddenly thought of a spell and whispered it through the water, a breathing spell.

Everyone who was stunned freaked out since they could breathe but I was still in action mode, swimming to the car door to get out. Eli gets in front of the others since the water was going to rush through the door.

1 kick, 2 kick, 3 kick, *clank* the water floods through, but I use my elemental power to ease it, allowing everyone to get out easily. I grab onto Sacha and swim out with her, she clings to me, dress floating in the water. We're almost to the surface but something grips my ankle, yanking us back down. Sacha screams as I yelp, looking down to see some type of sea monster with red eyes. It has crazy sharp teeth and I kick it with my other foot, making it's head snap the other way. Eli's face dives back down into the water so I shove Sacha towards him as another sea creature reaches for me.

They try to drag me down again but I keep kicking, breathing spell reaching it's last minute. Another one sneaks behind me, pinning my arms behind my back. I'm sinking and can't move, I'm trying to wiggle but these fuckers are inhumnaly strong. The spell wears off and panic hits me, I summon a water current under me and knock one away allowing me to kick the other. I'm almost to the bottom of this fucking lake and I really need to breathe. I will my body to heat up despite being completely submerged and it works, their skin starts to sizzle and I get my arms free. I morph my arm into solid metal, swing a little slow in the water but it works on knocking them off of me. When they're all stunned I use water to boost me up to the surface but those things are right on my tail. I see the figures of everyone else, land is right there.

My head breaches the surface of the water and I suck in a huge breath, resching out for Eli's large hand. He grips mine tightly and yanks me out just as one of the creatures was about to grab my leg. Three pairs of red eyes peer out of the water at me, making me shudder as I I feel the ground around me. I'm soaking wet and break out into a fit of coughs, some water comes back out and I shiver.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook questions, kneeling in front of me and I shake my head.

"What in the hell happened?! What were those things?!" Sacha yells at the water, throwing a rock in.

"I have no fucking clue Bee. They were some kind of sea creature with red eyes, after I handed you to Eli another came and had me by my arms. My breathing spell wore off so I used the water and fire to get those things off of me." I explain through shaky breaths.

'I think they were associated with Moira, they're eyes are the exact same color as hers. I don't know how her power held but it's possible we didn't extract all of it' Kyra's voice says and I scoff

"Kyra says Moira may have excess power, because the eyes color of the crestures was the exact same shade of red as hers." I simplify, ringing out my skirt.

"Well shit, and how are we supposed to get home? All of our phones won't work" Sacha questions but Eli snaps his fingers.

"Mine will! I customized it so it can withstand any climate, even being drowned in water" he states proudly, pulling it out of somewhere I probably don't want to know about. He hands it to Namjoon who punches in a number

"Hey, yeah we need a ride. Yeah, it crashed, we're by the giant lake on the way home. Okay, make it quick, it's fucking cold." He says, ending the call and hands it back to Eli. The sky was already dark, wind freezing our soaked clothes. Regardless of the cold, we climb up the small hill back up to the road and wait. I try and warm my body up with fire but nothing happens, I must be too tired to conjure it.

A few minutes go by in silence and another black limo pulls up, Namjoon opens the door and we all get in, sighing at the warmth. The ride is silent until Jin breaks it

"You know we're a gang right? We don't deal with this kind of stuff, witches, brain washed hybrids, sea creatures! We deal with humans, and we've been in wave after wave of supernatural shit because of these three. I'm tired of it, you three are such bad luck it's insane" he says, making me lower my head in shame, ears dropping down and causes Sacha's eyes to water. Her ears twitch before curling down in sorrow.

"Really? You want to say that after those two have saved you on countless occasions?! You think we don't feel like shit because we've brought this on you? Do you know how many times Y/N has sacrificed their body for you?! To protect your selfish ass from creatures and humans! Who wakes up early every morning to help you cook! We didn't have to accept the offer to protect you, but we did. And if you want to act like this I'll gladly exit this limo and walk my ass back to my own house." Eli yells, temper flaring as he stares Jin in the eyes.

"Don't waste your energy Eli. He's right, I'm a bad luck magnet. If this is how you feel I'll leave, I do feel bad for bringing all of this stuff to you. We can stay with Eli" I whisper, not taking my eyes off of the ground.

"Jin shut up, I don't care if you're the oldest. I'm the leader and you three are staying, that's final" Namjoon growls, staring at Jin.

"He's kind of right Joon. All of this supernatural and hybrid craziness is getting out of hand" Jimin mumbles, chewing his lip. Yoongi gives the faintest of nods and I feel my heart rip in half.

"Okay. If we're that much of a burden we'll leave you alone. Drop us off right here!" I say to the driver, voice holding no emotion.

"No please! You don't have to go!" Namjoon pleads but Sacha shakes her head

"It's obvious that we cause too much trouble, I'm really sorry but this will be the best for you all" Sacha says, voice wavering as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Bee please don't go" Hoseok begs, grabbing her hand.

"I'm sorry Hobi, but it's what they want. I'll keep in touch with you" she cries, tears pouring down her face. I'm the last one out and shut the door gently, holding back a sob. Eli whips his phone out and barks at someone on the otner end, his house was about a block away but our clothes were still damp and it would be bad to walk. A black Camero comes into view, the window rolls down to show a young male with purple hair.

"Get in" he says and Eli goes to the passenger side. I open the back door for Sacha and slide in next to her, pulling her to me. I bury my face into her wet hair, tears falling down silently. Minutes pass by and the car stops so I get out, Sacha close to me. She's a sobbing mess so I carry her bridal style, walking her into Eli's old house. Eli shows us a room so I set her down on the bed, rumaging for some warm clothes. I make her get changed, finding something new for myself. I crawl into the bed, opening my arms for her to join me. She sniffles and lays on my side, head buried in my neck. I pet her hair and sing soft melodies to her, hoping she'll calm down. Her breathing slows eventually, she's alseep and I let out a hurt sigh.

Why?

*bts p.o.v*

"I can't fucking believe you guys! How rude can you be hyung?! How dare you call them bad luck! They've been nothing but helpful and you three boot them out!" Hoseok bellows, throwing his hands up, everyone flinching at the angry sunshine.

"He's right, that was uncalled for. Especially when you were the one who so desperately wanted to be protected. I'd be dead if it weren't for Y/N! But all you can think about is you! We're a gang, a team. And those three were family! You don't throw away family hyung! You just don't!" Jungkook adds, same intensity as Hoseok.

"Watch your tone Jungkook! Besides, if you two didn't like Y/N and Sacha I doubt you'd be defending them" Yoongi retorts.

"Hoseok hyung is right...you're being selfish and unjust. Y/N makes me feel safe, they're kind and warm. Sacha is so small and innocent, and Eli is so funny. They're not bad luck, they're family like Jungkookie said. And you guys broke up family" Tae murmurs, staring at the three.

"When we get home, you will look up their locations from the tracking bracelets. No ifs, ands, or buts. And that's an order, not an order as your friend. An order as your leader who doesn't care if you're older because all three of you are acting like children! You're grown men, and you claim three hybrids who would sacrifice their lives for you bad luck." Namjoon demands, making Yoongi stiffen but nod. Jin sits back and shuts his mouth, Jimin sinking into his seat. Jungkook storms out of the car as soon as it stops and slams the house door open, marching to his room. Tae shuffles out at the back, not wanting to be in the tension. Hoseok is huffing and puffing, face set in a scowl.

Yoongi sits at the computer and pulls up trackers 8,9, and 10. The computer flashes once before the signals cut out one by one. Yoongi zooms in on the map, Eli's house comes into view.

"We're going over there first thing in the morning. And if you want to complain you can leave the gang" Namjoon says, standing tall with his arms crossed.

All according to plan

-Ro! Ahahahah, can't get away from this angst...i straight up made myself cry again >< and it was hard to determine who would be the 'bad' guys but I hope you all like it <3

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