#you know it's worse having read the books because I was so stressed watching min drinking with the russians

[idlesuperstar]

- My team have already professionally humiliated themselves. That’s why they’re my team.

[fleurn1igh1]

𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔? ❝𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟❞

T.W : Stalking, Yandere themes, Disturbing behavior, grammar mistake Summery : It's normal for a person to kill someone for love....right?

Walking down the street with the slightly cold air brushing up your skin you felt like something or somebody is watching you, it was weird because you weren't a famous person or even a rich person, you were just simple person that knows how to minds it's own business...so why were you being watch? or perhaps this is hallucination? whatever it is without thinking twice you hurried your footsteps and about 10 min later you were at your house, taking a deep breathe you sigh in relief 'What was that?' A thought arose in your mind but shrugging it off you went to the kitchen and to prepare your dinner besides you have other things to worry about.

Days went like this but the feeling got worse and worse it was awful and terrifying at the same time but without any evidence you can't tell the police about this.

sighing in frustration you ran your hand through your hair thinking of a solution....maybe you are going insane...

While you were panicking about your sanity someone was enjoying your beauty 'how can someone be this perfect, even when they are sad?' Tripping into his delusion Ethan smiled from ear to ear his eyes never leaving you out of his sight 'Can't wait to make you mine' His thoughts echoed in his mind as he took another picture from his expensive camera that he had purchased just to get your clear pictures.

The Next Day..

''Do you think I'm going insane?'' you asked your friend who was sitting beside you ''No? Why would you say that?'' he replied his ocean blue eyes never leaving the book ''Well recently I feel like somebody is watching me'' you replied placing your pen down and looking at him ''It's probably nothing'' he paused before looking at you and continuing ''Don't take to much stress'' he patted your shoulder and went back to reading.

''Are you sure....Ethan?''

''A zillion percent'' 

"But- what if someone is actually following or watching me then?" you said tapping your foot lightly under the desk in nervousness "Nothing will happen Y/n, Relax or you'll be sick if you take so much stress" Ethan's voice matched his persona perfectly. calm and soothing. You nodded going back to work but somewhere in your heart you knew that something is really wrong 

Few Weeks Later 

You opened your eyes adjusting to the light around you ''Well seems like you're awake'' a familiar voice said, it sounded close you looked around and saw a men in all black he removed his mask and you couldn't believe it.

The same ocean blue eyes and his rosy skin that was highlighted by his raven hair he was Ethan...So Ethan was your stalker along? you felt heartbroken but alas fail to do anything because of the heavy chains around your arms and legs.

''I'll bring you some food alright?'' he paused ''you must be hungry? am I right?'' he smiled before leaving, you looked around the room for an escape but found nothing...so are you already giving up?...No- not anytime soon you must find something

Life will surely give a chance and you mustn't lose it...And with that you began to act calm knowing that panicking will only make things worse...'Think Y/n...Think' you thought taking a deep breathe but suddenly the metal door clicked open and you saw him ''Food is ready~'' he hummed entering the room placing the food infront of you

''Say Ahh~'' he brought the spoon near your mouth, you hesitantly opened your mouth putting up the act that you love him too...but how long?...how long will take for this act to end? or you might just end up falling for him? after all It's normal for a person to kill someone for love....right?

[yetanotherexhaustedalchemist]

Carys Alina OC Questions

Carys probably had some innate magic always that wasn't able to manifest in her world. However, during the Underworld/Book 6 incident, it seemed to come to the surface. It was very overwhelming at first. She can Overblot, but I see it as a like, optional story line.

For the most part, yes. I think the biggest differences from the canon game's timeline would be during Book 3, 6 and 7. She is a bit more proactive than Yuu in them.

Yes. I will kiss Malleus and if I have to Frankenstein my way into the game to do it I will.

Homesick? Yes. Very much so. But also extremely conflicted because, despite everything, she's grown attached to TW and her friends there, and doesn't know if she's capable of choosing one over the other. At this point, she's given up on Crowley getting them back.

She does everything she can to make Ramshackle a safe haven for herself and her friends. It's not much, but it *is* home. As for coping at the beginning... there was a lot of crying and a lot of anxiety.

Big Sister Instincts activated instantly for Grim and Ortho.

Books 6 and 7 are big on character growth, or at least making the already present fear and conflict of choosing between worlds (and the guilt of not being able to help her friends) really start taking their toll.

Carys and Malleus' first impressions with each other are much like the original game, I imagine.

A lot of her/my strengths/flaws are related to being a Highly Sensitive Person (an actual thing! It's a type of divergence, which I only learned recently). Highly observant, deeply feeling and empathetic, but also easily overwhelmed and anxious.

Rollo can catch these HANDS (I drew a meme for this)

Carys, like me, gets sick easily and often gets bad colds when too stressed. Carys' probably had to drop in at the infirmary quite often, even if just to lie down for a min and get some basic medicine.

Carys is a bit more willing to be underhanded then when she arrived. Also, she's found a new appreciation for gargoyles.

Found family but the family you found sucks

PE. I am NOT physically capable. Like Azul/Idia level of physical ability.

No. I'm a bit of a teacher's pet and am terrified of misbehaving. One time my name was on the yellow section of the behavior chart in elementary school and I was so quietly distraught that my teacher moved it back to green after like an hour.

Probably Leona? She finds him a bit infuriating at times but she doesn't really dislike him, their personalities just clash.

I have Social Anxiety. Everyone scares me. I'm trying to get better tho

She reluctantly does Crowley's odd jobs.

General questions:

haha let bounce go brrrrr

A sketchbook/notebook and pencil

Me

I don't like the taste of any coffee, and the few times I've had caffeine made anxiety/jittery-ness 200% worse, so I avoid it.

None with her in TW at least

Consistent loudness when others are trying to talk/listen to something. A quiet room and some time to decompress helps a lot

A quiet house date, watching movies, reading together, playing games ect. Or stargazing.

Yes, but it's difficult to describe. I made it in the Sims so maybe I'll share it later but it's not that important.

Uh... getting stranded in space? That's one.

Carys' main regrets are leaving her family and friends in her world to wonder what happened to her, and not being able to be more help in TW.

Honey you got a big storm comin'? Not sure

Yes

A very open and caring relationship with sister, and a loving (if sometimes a bit strained) relationship with her parents.

The ability to travel between their world and TW at will.

Nope

Does reading fanfic count? I'm cringe but I'm free

itd be Rollo ngl

:)

[titconao3]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

thank you @perverse-idyll for the tag! Oh dear, remembering and choosing… not my strongest points ;-) chugs coffee also, i'll cheat, sorry ^_^;; because my focus is bad, and has only gotten worse with every passing year, so i find it harder and harder to read, watch, etc. i'm also very, very bad at rereading/rewatching, in part because i don't want to be disappointed and find flaws or discover my tastes are different and what i'd invested in just isn't my thing any longer. So, some of this stuff is more about what was formative, touched me at one point, than things i'm necessarily still into.

Tagging whoever is interested! i'm uncomfortable tagging specific people because i don't want anyone to feel like they must, or alternatively that i forgot them.

Five Essentials:

- Quiet and alone time.

- An Internet connection: most of my friendships happen online, it's vital for work, and of course entertainment. Preferably on a desktop, if not then a laptop, if i must... fine, my phone.

- Silly mindless computer games. It used to be card games, these days it’s computer mah-jong. i used to love an old… Wikipedia tells me in English it’s called a breakout game? You're throwing a ball at a wall of bricks to break them. Mine wouldn’t work when i was playing something on Winamp at the same time, back in the day on my first computer. Never found one i liked as much, sadly! i need those games to forget myself and drop into some sort of trance-like state, though it's not working as well as it used to. (Where's that bricks game when you need it) Some games that sound like they should fit my needs stress me out, like snake, minesweeper, Tetris.

- Fandom. Once the Internet became more widely available and my English was good enough, 20+ years ago, i jumped in and never looked back, though at some times it’s a looser connection than at others. It’s given me language knowledge, cultural knowledge, the escapism I sorely need at times, skills (especially once I started organising events), friendships <3 …

- i won’t go out without a colour-changing lil necklace - don’t think it still changes colours but who cares? i may or may not have a pile of mood jewelry. @pixelbypixelfanfic has its twin and that’s why i <3 it. LOOK AT HIM

Four films/Shows

- Star Trek:TOS, including the films. We will not mention here the more recent Treks, of which i haven't seen much anyway - in big part because i'm so done with the constant retconning of Spock's life and fam, like cmon guys, as if Sybok hadn't been more than enough already. i may or may not have invested too much into Spock as a kid, although i love them all. First fandom, even before i knew what fandom was.

- Blade Runner (haven't seen the new one), because of the music, the visuals, the nods to Metropolis and how it also shaped the scifi that came afterwards, because of That Death Scene on the roof (yes, i know the speech by heart) and also Zohra's and oh noes Pris and that time i stepped into the Bradbury Building.

- i was #shook by a couple of Mamoru Oshii films in the early aughts, Ghost in the Shell & Avalon (music by Kenji Kawai), and since it was my Japan Era there was also Jin-Roh, that film we won’t talk about (Grave of the Fireflies), the Kenshin OAV (the one about his early years. TOMOEEEE!! i even bought the music. yes, me. music. bought. look it was a long time ago), and a couple more. Neon Genesis Evangelion, of course :-b (NOT Shinji ;-)

- Back when i was in uni, there was a cinema club where they showed films in the largest auditorium. i went almost every week, and that's where i watched Buster Keaton's The General (i dragged a friend who was horrified at the idea of a B&W silent film... he laughed out loud for 75 min straight\o/ ), Some Like It Hot, but also more recent stuff like the early Tim Burtons (this was the early aughts). The seats were horribly uncomfortable, some of the films were 3h+ long boring adaptations of boring books (no, i really do not like Madame Bovary), but it helped fueled my cinema-going years. i watched Korean films in tiny independent cinemas, that kind of thing ;-) Today, it takes a lot for me to go pay lots of money, sit still for 2/3 hours, grit my teeth while people keep noisily munching on pop corn and slurping sodas or whatever; i try to time my cinema-going for viewings with smaller audiences, but... So, i'll go a couple of times in a year, for something that will be entertaining and silly and won't ask me to focus too much (because it's not at home, where i can easily go back, pause, take a break to absorb and process, take my time, etc) like Jurassic World or John Wick.

Three books:

- The Discworld series as a whole, for its humanity and humour and on-point commentary and… and… flails everything

- Let’s add some manga i loved: Gunnm though i think in English it's titled Alita Battle Angel or something like that (one of the sources for my What-does-human/personhood-means kink, though it probably started as early as my first encounter with good old Spock), City Hunter, Saint Seiya (don’t think about the dubbing don’t think bout the dubbing don’t think about the dubbing). Also, Please Save My Earth, though i much preferred the OAVs visually. Liked the music, too.

- i used to be a voracious reader. Then, i studied literature for reasons, and it sucked all the joy out of reading books. Took years (and, to be honest, fandom) for me to start loving reading again, but i could never go back to ~The Classics~ . i read the entire Search For Lost Time at the time i started to disconnect from reading, and i remember nothing of it. i liked it, it just left no trace in me. So now i'll read the Vorkosigan series and love it, but don't ask me to pick up some Dickens. These days, i can't.

Re music, well - i don't really listen to music. i listened to some stuff as a teenager, probably in no small part because it was expected, i even took music lesson as an adult because i wanted to know how instruments worked. But as time goes by, i grow more and more intolerant to noise, and music is noise to me. i'll have the occasional YouTube trawl-through because i'll remember some old thing i liked way back when (liked, or more accurately that i associate with someone/thing), but often not even finish the song or piece of music. It's like, idk, ballet or skating for me: i can recognize the hard work and artistry that goes into it; it just doesn't do anything for me, beyond maybe a bit of nostalgia (until i remember that aside from less creaky bones and stiff joints, i don't want to go back in time and i don't miss my younger years). i used to listen to some film scores, and sometimes songs used in shows i enjoyed. Haven't done that in a long while, though. Now, if i want to shut out the world when i'm in the train or something, i'll put on a podcast or some white noise app.

Quote: nah, fandom’s free and i won’t put a price on it (whew, dodged that one ;-)

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

pascal pt. 2

summary: spencer deals with a grueling case which reminds him of his son, and so he decides to finally come home 

word count: 1,307                                                                                     reading time aprox: 5 mins

masterlist

part 1

It has been a few days since Spencer had left, in which I had left him numerous voicemails about his whereabouts and mental status. Unfortunately I had received no intel about him, until Garcia had reassured me that he had been cooped up in Derek’s house.

It was around 2 pm in the afternoon and I had just put Pascal back in his cradle after feeding him. The sun beamed through the windows, emitting a gorgeous array of  blinding rays into the living room where I sat. A book lay on my lap, specifically ‘Persuasion’ by Jane Austen, while I sipped on a cup of tea.

Despite the serene atmosphere, harsh thoughts permeated my head space and completely betrayed the peaceful setting I was situated in. Throughout the days of the empty apartment, my mind had wondered about nothing but Spencer; even when I was cleaning, I would get caught up on a single task because I was overthinking.

Just like now, I had been staring at the same sentence for 10 minutes without a distinct clue of what it meant. My guilt had built its own narrative that took me out of my own reality. Truthfully, Pascal was the only thing that had kept me grounded in the past time. However, he also reminded me of the fight that ensued previously.

I was stressed- we were both stressed- at the time and the fight was nothing but agitation fueled nonsense. Me and Spencer had gone through so much worse compared to our argument, yet I felt like this conflict embedded itself in Spencer’s memory in a malicious manner.

On cue, the front door had opened tentatively, startling me in process.

There he was in flesh and bone: Spencer.

He didn’t look at me when he entered the living room, but he also wasn’t angry. His shoulders were slumped, his hair was a mess, and he wore a grimace on his face. These were usually the telltale signs of a ghastly event.

He had dropped his belongings beside him carelessly and made sluggish, yet earnest strides to the chair I sat in. Within a few moments, he stood in front of me with his head still hanging low. Although with an abrupt maneuver, he placed himself on his knees and laid the side of his head on my lap.

“I’m sorry” He mumbled, his voice sounding distorted and muffled.

Instinctively I laid an apprehensive hand on his head, running my fingers through the tangles of his hair. I was still disoriented from his sudden behavior, slightly baffled to what his intentions were. Although I had received clarity as I felt my lap dampen with Spencer’s tears.

“Hey Spencer, what happened?” I asked gently, lifting his chin up slightly to get a good look at him. His eyes were puffy and dark circles encompassed them, making them more apparent. His eyes were flushed in a rouge color, yet they were painted by Spencer’s melancholy tears. His lips were slightly pursed into a frown, a small habit he did whenever he was despondent.

“I’m so sorry”

He persisted in apologizing, repeating the sentence continuously as he ignored my inquiry. He muffled his head deeper into my lap, grabbing a hold of both of my wrists in the process.

“Spencer...tell me what happened” I stated, worry encompassing my entire consciousness as my heart wrenched at the state of him.

He had finally responded to my suggestion, looking up at me with his doleful eyes. “I had- there was this c-case we had and- I- just can’t” He broke down in a fit of tears, incoherent whimpers emitting from his supple lips.

“Spencer…” I pulled him up from where he knelt, before taking him into my embrace. “You can talk to me- and if you don’t want to that’s fine- but I’m here” I professed, feeling him clutch onto the sweater I was wearing.

He pulled away and wiped his nose with his sleeve, recollecting his composure to elaborate on the reasoning of his discomfort. “I- we had a case and the unsub- oh my god, you won’t believe it- he was strangling infants Y/N...INFANTS!” He explained, becoming exasperated as he came onto the topic of the activities of the criminal. I cringed as he spoke about the methodology of the abhorrent unsub, my heart wringing as I placed my shoes in the parents of the victim.

I continued to stroke his hair, knowing that was a comfort for him, as he continued with his disdainful spiel. He stumbled over a few of his words while venting, especially on the parts where he would mention the sadistic tendencies the unsub had. I noticed the volume of his tone increase whenever he’d get passionate about the subject, considering it was about the death of a child.

“And- Y/N- all I could think about was Pascal… what i- what if it was Pascal?” He lamented, gazing into my own eyes with regret. His attention flickered to the hallway where Pascal’s nursery was situated. “I can’t even b-be th-there for him, how am I-” He paused, getting choked up as his throat contracted in dread.

I was now stroking his cheek, wiping away any evidence of tears that were once there. I paid full attention to his words, observing how his facial features would contort in genuine agony. My feeling matched his own as if our emotions were intertwined or if our bodies transcended into the same being.

“I can’t even be there for him...how can I protect him from people like that” He enunciated every word with self reproach, shaking his head at his inability of being a father. Tears cascaded down his cheeks once again, hitting the sides of my thumbs as I comforted him.

“Spencer come here” I cooed, pulling him up to my level, so he was more accessible. I stood up with him, tightly holding onto his hand as I guided him into Pascal’s nursery. He followed me in apprehension despite his disquietude, baffled about my intentions. I dragged him to where Pascal laid quietly, the music box playing in the background.

A paternal smile etched on the corners of Spencer’s lips, contrasting the ferment mood he was in before. “That’s your son” I whispered, encouraging him to take a step closer to Pascal. “And I know that he loves you with all his heart despite him not understanding what that is yet” I reassured, standing beside him with my arms wrapped around his free arm.

He reached into the crib, stroking the forehead of our son lovingly. “He looks so peaceful” He stated with a smile. I nodded, watching his face morph into a more content expression. It was as if all the horrible things in the world had dissipated and all that were in the room were the sources of his bliss.

“The things you- the incredible things- you do are all for protecting the little family that we have and I’m so grateful for you in my life” I began, snuggling into his embrace as he lifted his arm up to invite me into a hug. “And you were right, I’m sorry for-”

“No Y/N- I’ve put my job over my family numerous times, so I should be the one apologizing” He sighed, pressing a longing kiss on the top of my head while we stared at the bundle of our creation in front of us.

I pressed my hand against his stomach, clutching onto him like he would disappear again. “Let’s not worry about that anymore” I suggested, closing my eyes in bliss. He nodded in agreement, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

“I love you so much Y/N- and Pascal” He professed, pulling me into him.

“I love you too Spence- and Pascal”

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A/N:

this was def. fun to write! i love writing about more taboo or uncommon prompts

anyway i hope you enjoyed this little story, see you soon <3

[clarkslibrary]

𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Pairing: steve rogers x OFC (Juniper Loughty), mild OMC (Judah) x OFC (Juniper)

Word Count: 2,849

Warnings: ANGST, alcohol, breakups, swearing, jealous steve, unrequited love, heavy nicknames,nat and bucky being right for 10 mins straight, angst crashing nat’s bday

Author’s Note: Hi lovelies! This is first fic (vv nervous) and i was inspired by @honeysucklesteve ‘s 4K writing challenge💕 let me know if any warnings need to be added and feel free to leave feedback! [collage was made by me and fic was inspired by In and Out of Love ; by Oh Wonder] ALSO I TRIED PUTTING A READ MORE TAB AND DUMBLR WONT ACCEPT IT

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“That’s the last one, June Bug.” Nat wrapped her in a hug.

“Thanks, Nat.”

“You sure you’ll be alright?” She asks and scans Jupiter's features for doubt.

“Yeah, eventually. I’ve done it before,” Juniper says with a sigh. “Just never thought it would be like this.”

“Me either, kiddo.”

The first night was the worst and all she could do was cry. Memories carved at her until all that was left was a quivering girl.

Juniper tries to remember where it all went wrong. Where did it all break? Surrounded by her belongings, she felt truly homeless. It was as if her home had been ripped from her hands.

The sun pulls her from the floor. It’s bright beams shining through the brownstone’s windows. It gave her the courage to stand up and slowly unpack. She thought that sifting through her things beforehand was hard but now the absence hit harder.

His coffee mug.

She always hated that blue, chipped mug; his first gift from Natasha, when he came out of the ice. The ceramic was all scuffed and it had permanent coffee rings on the inside. Now, she would give anything to hold it in her hands. Feel the warmth of his black coffee, two sugars.

Slowly, her books filled the shelves and her clothes spilled into the closet. The cozy bedding she had once loved, looked wrong.

“I can’t do this.” Juniper’s face falls into her hands.

Her breakdown is cut short by a curt knock. The air in her lungs locks up. What if it's him? Did he change his mind?

She quickly smoothed her hair, shaking it out, and wiped away the tears.

“Coming!” Her voice sounded clear despite the war of screams it faced hours earlier.

Her hands shook, reaching for the knob but she blew out a breath and swung open the door.

“Hey, I’m from next door and saw you moving in. Just wanted to introduce myself.”

Juniper shoved the disappointment away and took in the man before her. His dark hair was curly, falling across his forehead leading to bright blue eyes speckled with brown.

“Hi, I’m Juniper.” She stuck out her hand and he took it with a soft grip.

“Judah,” he smiles and she forces a tight one back. “You okay?”

She flinches at the question and scolds herself for it.

“Yeah, just stressed from unpacking and the move.” Juniper takes back her hand and waves it nonchalantly.

“You sure? I can always help if you want.”

“Help?” She asks, confusion lacing her tone.

“Help you unpack? Looks like you had a lot of boxes but I don’t wanna be too forward.” He holds his hands up in innocence.

Juniper pulled her lip between her teeth looking back at the boxes still piled in her foyer then back to Judah. He looked muscular enough. His worn shirt did little to hide the contours of his shoulders and arms.

“Uh, I think I could use some help actually.”

She stepped back opening the door enough so he could slip in.

“Don’t mind the mess,” she mumbled, slipping past him to sweep tissues from last night into her arms.

“Don’t worry about it.” He flashes her a smile and she weakly nods. “You have a nice unit. The setup is a little different than mine but mostly the same.”

She didn’t want small talk. She wanted to be busy.

“Do you wanna start over here?” She asks and he turns to meet her stare.

“Uh, yeah sure.”

“These two need to go upstairs, the second door on the right.”

“Gotcha.” he flashes her a wink before squatting and lifting the boxes like they were nothing.

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Judah seemed to pick up on the fact she didn’t wanna talk. Juniper directed and he did it; occasionally cracking jokes about her taste in tourist knickknacks.

“Hey, I’m gonna order some pizza. That's good with you?” She asks him when the sun starts to sink.

“Sounds delicious,” he quips, making himself comfortable on the velvet couch.

“Comfy?” She teases and he sighs leaning back even further, spreading his legs taking up half the couch.

He was huge standing and even bigger sprawled out like a baby.

“The comfiest.”

After calling in the pizza she flopped next to him occupying the other half of the couch.

“So, what made you move?”

The question makes her raise up and look at him. He still has his eyes closed and is stretched out.

“It’s complicated,” she blurts and he cracks open one eye at her.

“I’m listening,” he says softly.

“I got broken up with.” The words sound foreign and they sting even worse. “Uh, we had been together a year ago yesterday. Well, it would have been a year.”

“Their loss.”

The words make her snort in disbelief.

“So untrue but thanks for the pity.”

Judah sits up and stretches before pivoting his body towards her.

“Look, you are a catch. I wouldn’t have spent a whole day helping a stranger unpack unless I felt they deserved it.”

“You admit that you did this to get in my pants?” She jokes and he shrugs.

“Wasn’t a part of the plans but I do enjoy some spontaneity.” The drop in voice made a chill run across her skin.

“Oh.”

A rough laugh leaves his chest and his hand catches hers.

“Listen, whoever this person was, obviously didn’t see your worth. Sometimes things don’t work out and it's for the best.” He pauses for a beat. “Besides, how would I have ever met you, Berry.”

“Berry?” She asks with a quirked brow.

“Like Juniper berry.”

“That’s a new one,” she says with a smile. “I like it.”

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6 Months Later

“Jude, c'mon share,” Juniper whined, reaching for the pizza slice.

She was currently climbing over the behemoth of a man trying to get a bite.

“You already had your bite,” he protested twisting away from her on the couch.

A determined look settled on her face.

“Oh no, not that look.” Judah stretched trying to wiggle away but she was already on top of him.

Luckily they were at his house because her couch would have never handled this roughhousing. Her knees landed on either side of his waist and she pressed his chest down with one hand, reaching with the other.

“Berry, this is my slice!”

“Not for much longer,” she says with a grin. She grabs the slice and takes a bite. “Mmmm,” she moans and Judah stills under her.

“That good?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums around the bite and then offers him one.

“You go ahead, Berry.” He smiles and his hands land on her hips.

“Jude, you’re the best.” She juts out her lip giving him the sweetest pout.

He could feel the warmth of her skin on his forearms, her thighs exposed by her sleep shorts and her well-worn shirt slipped down the smooth column of her neck onto her shoulder.

No matter what time of day she looked breathtaking. Dark ebony hair, crystal clear eyes that looked like starlight. He wanted to tell her these things but when they met she was still so broken.

“I was gonna ask you a favor actually,” she mutters, putting the slice back over into the empty box.

“Whatcha need?” He thumbs rubbed smooth circles on her thighs and she steadied herself with her hands on his chest.

“There is this party coming up. My friend Natasha’s birthday and I really wanna go but not alone.”

“The scary one?”

Juniper laughs and shakes her head yes.

“Yeah, the scary one. Anyway, would you wanna be my date?” She rushes the last couple of words thinking her heart might explode.

“Your date?” Judah asks and she cringes.

“Never mind, I knew I shouldn't have asked because now things are-“ her words are cut off by him pulling her into a tight hug

“I’ll take that as a yes?” She murmurs pressed against his chest.

“Hell yeah,” he grins, pressing a kiss to her hair.

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Steve wasn’t expecting to see her and damn did she look good. The way his heart flitted to his stomach and made him want to hurl; it surprised him. Junie was glowing. Her hair was just the way he liked it, up in the front exposing her jawline and plump lips. It cascades down her back as silk catching gleams of light.

She hadn’t even seen him yet and he could make out the faint scrunch of her nose when she hugged Sam, laughing.

He missed her.

The rough sting of reality pierced him when an arm snakes around her waist pulling her close.

He didn’t recognize the guy and frankly could care less who he was. All he wanted to do right now was rip his hands off of his Junie. Juniper smiled up at him and leaned into his touch.

Steve didn’t even know the glass in his hand had shattered until her eyes snapped to meet his. The flash of realization and the immediate hard gaze cut him worse than any broken glass.

“C’mon let’s get some air punk.”

Bucky slings his arm around Steve’s shoulder steering him towards the balcony. Steve’s shaking the scotch from his hand and wiping it on his jeans when the door slides shut.

“Dammit.” He grits out and Bucky watches as he slams his palms against the railing. “Do you know who he is?”

“Steve,” Bucky starts but Steve cuts him off.

“Who is he?”

“I don’t think that’s for the best.”

“Awh, c’mon cut the bullshit.”

“He is her date.”

The confirmation makes him drop his head looking at the busy street below.

“His name’s Judah. She introduced me earlier while you were between eye-fucking her and murdering him.”

Steve scoffs and Bucky lets out a dry laugh.

“You asked me for the truth pal.”

“Is she,” he pauses, “happy?”

“Seems to be.”

Steve hums to himself and feels the ache settle in his chest. She was happy without him. It had been 6 months and he still couldn’t be bothered to take her body wash out of his shower. He’d hate to admit when he got really bad and the missions stopped, he sat with water pouring, and the cap popped open. Now and then he’d feel like she was there. That he would open his eyes and see her like out of a movie.

“Why are you getting so upset about this? You broke up with her.” Bucky’s words are harsh but true.

“I did it for her safety.”

“Bullshit, if that were the truth she would still live in the compound surrounded by people to keep her safe.”

He stews in the silence and Bucky grips his shoulder.

“To be as old as you are, you sure can be an idiot.”

A humorless laugh leaves Steve and he drops his head, wondering what it would be like if he was less of an idiot.

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Juniper sipped her drink as Nat slid into the barstool next to her.

“Hey,” She says grinning at her.

“Hi, birthday girl!” Junie abandons her drink pulling Nat into a tight hug. “Feels like it’s been forever since I have seen you.”

“Probably, because you have a hunk keeping you company.”

Juniper’s face flushed and Nat nudged her with a grin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She says taking a sip of her drink.

“Seriously, though I’m happy for you.”

Nat watches as Juniper nods muttering a thank you.

“Now, what’s on your mind June Bug?”

“Nothing,” She says, shooting her friend a quick smile.

Natasha quirks a brow at her and watches as Juniper’s eyes flit to the balcony where Steve had left with Bucky.

“He has been a mess too.”

Juniper’s heart stutters not expecting to hear those words.

“I don’t know why he is such an idiot but he does still love,” Nat starts but she is cut off.

“I can’t hear this right now.” Juniper downs her drink and slides it back to the bartender. “Sorry, I need a minute.”

The party is booming; her eyes scan the crowd for Judah but he is nowhere to be found. Taking deep measured breaths her legs carry her down the hall to the elevators.

“Stop freaking out,” She mutters to herself.

“Are you okay?”

The familiar voice makes her jump and squeezes her eyes shut. If only she could will him away.

“Go away.”

“Are you okay? I am not leaving you here like this, Junie.” Steve’s voice was even and calm.

“That’s absolutely rich coming from you,” She grits out pressing the elevator button. “Why are you here? Huh? Come to laugh at what a mess I am.”

“What?” Steve asks his brow furrowing with confusion. “Is that what you think of me?”

“Just forget it,” Juniper says as the elevator door opens with a ding. “Have a good night, Rogers.”

“Wait, just a second.”

She escapes into the elevator but his boot wedges into the closing doors. Up close she can see the creases of his worry and the storm brewing in the blue of his eyes. His hair messy; disheveled by his raking fingers she guesses.

“Talk to me.” His gaze burns into her.

Even with the frown on her face, she was gorgeous. The lighting of the party didn’t do her justice. Here he saw the peach dusting her cheeks and the shine of her ruby lips.

“Why should I?” Her eyebrows pinch together and he doesn’t respond. “You broke up with me, Steve.”

“I only wanted to keep you safe,” He says letting the doors close and essentially forcing them in proximity. “That has always been my priority.”

“Safe? Did you forget I had worked alongside you for three years? I am capable of guarding my own safety.” She reaches for the buttons but his hand catches her wrist.

“When things get bad, all I can think about is you. All I want is to see you, talk to you,” He says softly. “Sometimes, I still can hear you. Singing that awful song in the shower.” A sad smile flits across his lips. “I dream about you. Dream that I’ll wake up and you’ll be there.”

“Steve,” She protests and he pulls her closer.

“I think about kissing you.” His touch feels like an old habit she could never shake. “Think about laying you down and kissing every inch of you. God, you’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”

Juniper can see his tongue pressing against his bottom lip and the drag of it across his teeth. Her stomach buzzes. Months ago she would have pulled him into herself like so many times before; but now, her skin crawls.

Why was he doing this now?

“Steve.” She pulls her wrist from his grasp. “I have someone now. He wants me.”

Steve recoils at her words and clenches his fist.

“It’s time for you to move on.” She can see the anger and confusion lacing his features. “It’s not easy, trust me. It’s painful and feels like the worst kind of betrayal.”

“I love you.”

His words make her freeze, curdling the contents of her stomach and making her tongue heavy with unspoken words.

“Steve,” She whispers and she cradles his cheek for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

Juniper presses the open door button and escapes him taking a gracious gasp of air.

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Judah finds her coming back into the party.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you,” He says and frowns when he sees the tears clouding her eyes. “Berry, what’s wrong?”

“I just, I,” She gasps trying to catch her breath.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m here.” Judah pulls her into him, wrapping his arms around her small form. “Let’s get you home.”

Juniper wanted so desperately to feel better at those words but her home wasn’t a place.

It is a person.

Just some tags, pls don’t feel pressure to read 🖤

@speechlessxx @mypoisonedvine @buckycuddlebuddy @nsfwsebbie @worksby-d @redgillan @whitestarbucky @cloudystevie

[btsqualityy]

BTS Second Pregnancy Series Extras: Rough Adjustments

Kim Seokjin

“Hey,” you heard Jin speak up and you glanced over your shoulder from where you had been standing at the sink, washing dishes, to look at him. “I got the boys down to bed.”

“Great,” you nodded before turning around without another word to continue the dishes. You heard him walk over to you and when you looked over at him, he was leaning against the counter right next to you.

“Still not talking to me?” He wondered and you just looked at him blankly. “Can I at least help you with the dishes?”

“Do what you want, Seokjin,” you muttered and Jin didn’t say another word as he grabbed another towel and dipped it into the soapy water, picking up a cup and beginning to wash it out. The two of you kept on like that, awkwardly maneuvering around each other as you got the dishes finished. Once you were done, you let the dishwater drain out of the sink and when you turned around, Jin was staring down at you.

“What?” You demanded to know as you looked at him.

“I really wish you’d stop this whole tough act and just talk to me,” he told you.

“Jin, anytime we talk lately, it turns into an argument and I’m really tired of arguing so,” you trailed off with a shrug. The two of you had been having more and more disagreements lately, from everything to the boys to something as simple as what to make for dinner. You had chalked it up to the fact that you were both just tired and stressed out, but it still made things difficult to handle.

“I know, I am too and I’m sorry,” he apologized and you remained quiet, letting him continue. “I know that it’s been tough to adjust to all the changes that have come along with having Carson, but I never want you to feel like we’re not still us.”

“It just feels like everything’s different,” you admitted, shaking your head as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“I know, but that’s because they are,” Jin said softly as he gently set his hands on your shoulders, which helped to ground you a little bit. “We added another baby to our family after three years and that’s a big change.”

“But shouldn’t we have figured it out by now?” You wondered. “I mean, Car’s 10 months old now.”

“There’s no time requirement on it jagi,” Jin assured you. “All that matters is that we do figure it out, and we will. Ok?”

“Ok,” you nodded. “And I’m sorry for ignoring you. I know how that can make you feel and it’s not cool.”

“It’s ok, I forgive you,” Jin smiled, bringing his hands up and wiping your tears away before he leaned down and kissed you firmly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning forward and kissing him again. 

Min Yoongi

You slowly unlocked the front door, doing your best to be as quiet as possible as you opened the door and stepped inside. It was almost midnight, and you had been pulling late nights and early mornings at work for the last month. You hung up your keys and took off your heels, setting your purse down on the small table that sat by the front door. 

“Y/N-ah?” Yoongi called out and you gasped loudly as you stumbled back against the front door, the unexpected sound of his voice startling you. 

“Jesus Yoongs, you can’t just scare me like that,” you huffed as you reached over and turned on the light, seeing Yoongi sitting on the couch in the living room, a fluffy blanket wrapped around his shoulders. 

“Sorry,” he chuckled, watching as you walked into the living room and sat down next to him on the couch. “How was work?”

“Ugh, almost unbearably long,” you sighed heavily. “How was yours? How were the girls?”

“It was good, took them both to the studio today,” he said. “Kins was her normal self but I could barely get anything done with Kammie crawling around.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t now that she’s mobile,” you giggled. “You were barely getting away with taking her to the studio when she wasn’t crawling.”

“Eh. Then we came home, had lamb skewers, and now they’re asleep,” he finished and you hummed softly as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“I miss them,” you confessed. “It feels like I barely see them anymore.”

“They miss you too, and so do I,” Yoongi told you and you raised your head in order to look at him. “This is the first time that you and I have had a conversation longer than two minutes in weeks.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” you replied honestly. “I’ve just been so busy with this project at work, but I finally finished today.”

“Does this mean that I finally get my wife back?” He wondered and you nodded with a smile.

“You never lost me though, you know that,” you said as Yoongi opened his blanket and you moved closer to him, smiling when he wrapped one arm around your shoulders and placed one hand on your cheek.

“I better not have,” he smirked playfully, leaning in and kissing you slowly and deeply. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized again against his lips. “Feels like I just left you with the girls and like I’ve been ignoring you.”

“Hush,” he mumbled back, pulling away from your lips to look at you. “We’re good Min, I promise.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” he replied, leaning in and kissing you again. 

Kim Namjoon

“Finally,” you whispered, slowly stepping away from Maia’s crib after you laid her down for her afternoon nap. She hadn’t slept well the night before, which made her a terror to deal with once she had woken up. As you moved to walk out of her nursery, loud music suddenly filled your ears. Your eyes widened as you heard Maia’s whimper, and you knew that she was waking back up. 

Sighing heavily, you walked back over to the crib and picked Maia up, holding her to your chest. You then walked out of her room, going down the stairs and walking into the living room, where you could tell the music was coming from.

“Joon,” you called out firmly, making Namjoon look over his shoulder at you as Mason danced around the living room. “I was trying to get her down for a nap.”

“This late?” Namjoon wondered as he looked down at his phone for the time. 

“She was restless last night,” you explained shortly. “So can you turn the music down?”

“I promised Mase that we’d listen to Yoongi hyung’s mix tape together though,” he responded and you shut your eyes for a few seconds, making sure to take a few deep breaths in order to remain calm. 

“Can I talk to you in the kitchen, now?” You asked and Namjoon could hear the hidden demand in your voice so he nodded, getting up from the couch and following behind you as you walked into the kitchen.

“What’s up?” Namjoon wondered.

“Look, you’re really making this hard for me,” you admitted and Namjoon’s eyebrow rose.

“Making what hard for you?”

“Handling the kids,” you said. “Ever since I told you about how Mason felt the day you wouldn’t listen to him about that turtle, you’ve been letting him get away with everything.”

“I have not,” he shot back.

“Joon, you have,” you insisted. “And it’s ok, I understand why. All I’m saying is that it’s making me struggle a little bit.”

“It’s just way harder to balance the two of them than I thought it would be,” he confessed with a sigh. “I can’t lavish attention onto Maia like I did to Mase when he was a baby because it makes him jealous, and I can’t spoil Mase to make up for it because it makes things harder for you and Maia.”

“Baby, it’s all about finding a balance that works,” you told him gently. “Two kids are a hard adjustment, and it’s ok that you’re struggling.”

“I almost feel guilty, because I was so hard up to have another one,” Namjoon replied.

“You sound like me when we had Mase,” you chuckled at the irony. “Listen, you’ve been doing great so far so you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself and I’m sorry if I made you feel like you haven’t been.”

“You didn’t, I just didn’t realize how much I was actually struggling,” he laughed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you promised him, leaning up and kissing his lips gently. “Wanna know how you can make it up to me though?”

“How?”

“Get MiMi to bed,” you smiled and Namjoon nodded as he held his hands out, and you handed Maia off to him. 

“Daddy’s got it,” Namjoon whispered as he pressed a kiss to Maia’s forehead, carrying her out of the kitchen. 

Jung Hoseok 

You shut the door to the twin’s bedroom, finally having got them down to bed after reading three books to them. You then walked down the stairs, planning on cleaning up the mess that Berkeley, Lennox, and Hendrix had left behind after a day of playing. 

However, when you walked into the living room, you were shocked to see that the living room was now spotless. Netflix was set up on the large television that hung on the wall and when you looked down at the coffee table, there was an array of your favorite snacks on the table. 

“Hobi?” You called out and you suddenly felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you knew that it was your husband. “What’s all this?”

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could have a little movie night in order to relax together,” he explained and you turned around in his arms to look at him. 

“It’s really nice and all Hobi, but I’m exhausted,” you admitted, making Hobi frown. “I came down here planning to clean but since you already did it, I really just wanna go to bed now.”

“Not even for a little while?” He wondered. 

“I’m tired,” you reiterated.

“Not to be that husband, but you’re always tired,” he said and you moved to reply but he held his hand up, stopping you. “I’m not saying that you don’t have any reason to be, because you do. You’re fucking Superwoman to me and the kiddos, but you’re forgetting about not only us, but yourself too.”

“Hobi, I’m sorry,” you huffed, reaching up and dragging your hands down your face. “I didn’t mean to neglect you or anything.”

“No, I know,” he assured you. “You do it without thinking, because all you’ve known since the twins were born is go, go, go and it’s gotten even worse since Hendrix was born. You’re seriously gonna end up running yourself into the ground one of these days.”

“I know, but I just want our family to be happy,” you shrugged.

“You can’t make us happy if you aren’t happy yourself,” he told you and you nodded your head. “I love you Y/N-ah, You’re fucking amazing and I’m so lucky that you’re my wife.”

“I’m lucky too, especially to have a husband who will pull my head out of my ass. Oh, and I love you too,” you replied, wrapping your arms around Hobi’s neck as you kissed him. “Hey, is the offer on the movie night still available?”

“For you?” Hobi grinned. “Always.”

Park Jimin

You sighed in relief as you let the streams of hot water running from the shower head wash over your shoulders. Today had been an extremely long day, with you being stuck at work for most of it and then having to pick Noah and Sydney up from Jimin’s parents because Jimin was still at the BigHit building. You’d found yourself having more and more days like today and if you were being honest with yourself, you hated them. You barely had any energy most days, and the little bit you did have left were poured into the kids. 

You and Jimin had barely spoken these days, let alone spent any meaningful time together and there definitely wasn’t any sex happening. Admittedly, you had begun to let your thoughts run away from you, thinking that maybe the little bit of extra baby weight that remained from having Sydney was turning him off and that’s why the two of you hadn’t been intimate. 

You were deep in your thoughts when a knock on the shower door made you almost jump out of your skin. When you turned around and pulled the door back, you saw Jimin standing there with a shy smile on his face.

“Hey Jimin-ssi,” you greeted him. 

“Hey yourself,” he replied. “I just got home hoping that I’d be in time to help you put the kids down but I see that I’ve missed that train.”

“Yeah, I put them down about an half hour ago,” you told him. “Sorry.”

“Well, can I join you then?” Jimin asked as he gestured towards the shower.

“Um, I was actually almost done,” you stammered, feeling self conscious at the prospect of Jimin seeing your body.

“Oh, alright,” he nodded before turning around and walking out of the bathroom. Sighing heavily, you shut the shower door and quickly finished up your shower before you stepped out. After wrapping a towel around yourself, you walked out of the bathroom into your bedroom, where Jimin was standing in front of the dresser.

“Hey, you ok?” You asked him as you walked over to stand next to him. 

“I should be asking you that,” he said as he turned to look at you. “I just wanted to shower with you. It wasn’t anything sexual.”

“I know but it was intimate,” you replied and Jimin’s eyebrow quirked up in confusion. “It’s just...we’ve been so busy lately and we haven’t been having sex and I just...don’t feel as confident anymore.”

“Oh jagi,” Jimin sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug. “I love how you look, you know that. I’d touch you all day long if I could.”

“I know, but it’s easy to let my thoughts run away with me when we can’t spend as much time together,” you told him honestly and he pulled away from the hug so that he could look at you. 

“I don’t ever want you to doubt how I feel about you,” he stated seriously as he reached down and grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “Even if we can’t spend as much time together, I hope you know that I’d spend all of that time we’re apart thinking about you.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nodded with a wide smile. “I love you so much. Please don’t forget that.”

“I love you too,” you replied, kissing him firmly. “And I’m sorry for not talking to you about how I felt.”

“It’s ok, I understand,” he assured you. “Now, how about you let me show you just how beautiful I think you are?”

“Yes please,” you whispered, kissing Jimin again as he pulled the towel away from your body. 

Kim Taehyung

“Tae, let go of me!”

“No.”

“I have to clean the kitchen though!” You exclaimed. “It’s been a mess for days now.”

“Then one more day won’t make any significant difference,” he replied as he continued to hold you against his chest. After getting Spencer and Elijah down to bed, you and Taehyung had worked on cleaning up the living room and the dining room from dinner. However, when you tried to move onto the kitchen, Taehyung had grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him, refusing to let you go.

“Seriously Y/N-ah, we should relax,” he whispered in your ear. “Feels like I barely see you or talk to you these days unless it’s in passing.”

“You’re an idol and we have two kids now, one of whom isn’t even one years old yet,” you giggled as you turned around to look at him. “What’d you expect?”

“I mean, I knew the time balance would be different but I didn’t think it’d be like this,” he admitted and you immediately took notice of his serious tone. 

“Do you really feel like we never see each other?” You asked as you reached up and cupped his cheek with your hand. 

“Sometimes. Ok, a lot of the time,” he corrected himself. “I mean, by the time I get home, you and the kids are asleep and when we wake up in the morning, it’s always about getting the kids dressed and fed and then ourselves before one of us heads to work so it feels like you and I never really have the time to talk anymore.”

“I’m sorry Tae,” you apologized, leaning forward and letting your forehead rest against his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to make you feel bad for being the amazing mother that you are to Munchkin and Squirt,” he told you. “As long as our kids are ok, I figured that I could deal with it.”

“But you can’t,” you finished for him as you looked back up at him and he nodded his head. “I guess we both have to work on putting ourselves and our relationship first sometimes, huh?”

“Definitely. Hey, how about you and I go out on a date tomorrow night?” He suggested. “I can ask Jiminie if he’ll watch the kids for us and he’ll more than likely say yes.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. “And I love you.”

“I love you too jagi,” he grinned, leaning down and kissing you again, this time more firmly. 

Jeon Jungkook

“Mommy!” Ava yelled as you stepped through the front door into the house, and you shut the door behind you before leaning down and catching Ava as she jumped up into your arms.

“Hi Ave,” you laughed, smiling widely as Ava kissed your cheek multiple times. “Did you have fun with Daddy and Ari today?”

“Yeah,” Ava nodded as you carried her into the living room. “Aria pooped on Daddy’s hand and it was funny!”

“I live in a house full of women who live to drag me,” Jungkook grumbled from his spot on the floor, where he was playing with Aria.

“Hi Kook,” you giggled, setting Ava down before you sat on the floor next to him, leaning over and kissing him. “Besides the poop incident, how was your day?”

“It was good,” he nodded. “I think someone here is getting pretty close to wanting to walk,” he announced as he looked down at Aria, who was crawling around the living room after her sister. “How was work?”

“Alright, I guess,” you shrugged. “I’m starving though. Did you get dinner started yet?”

“Me? I thought you were picking something up on the way home.”

“Kook, we talked about it before I left this morning,” you said.

“You mean when I was probably half awake?” He chuckled. “I guess I forgot.”

“You always forget lately,” you grumbled and Jungkook looked at you with a raised brow.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” He questioned.

“It means that I never ask you to do anything but the few things I do ask of you, you always seem to conveniently ‘forget’,” you replied. 

“Y/N-ah, it wasn’t on purpose,” Jungkook told you. “And it’s not even that big of a deal.”

“But it is if we’re supposed to be a team,” you shot back. “If we’re going to make this work, we have to be on the same page and we each have to pull our own weight.”

“If?” Jungkook repeated and your eyes widened.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” you assured him, and he visibly relaxed. “I still love you, even if you’re a dickhead who forgets to make dinner.”

“I know, and I’m sorry if it seems like I’m making things harder for you,” he said. “You do so much for us, I never want you to feel like you’re doing it all alone.”

“It’s ok,” you smiled, moving closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “I love you Kook.”

“I love you more Y/N-ah,” he replied, leaning forward and kissing you firmly. 

[blushoseoks]

GREY AREA (M) 14

“And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.”

pairing: min yoongi x reader

warnings: mature, heavy angst

genre: soulmate!au, slowburn

words: 1,752

chapter index

Cherry blossoms bloom from their sprouts and envelope the trees above where you lay, illuminating the already orange-red leaves with even more color. 

What a shame, echoes in your head, they’ll be dying soon.

“Hey, Y/n,” a voice fills the surrounding air shared between the three of you. Looking away from where your eyes had been focused on the branches above, you turn your head towards Seokjin, cocking an eyebrow indicating for him to continue on. 

“Have you heard from Jungkook lately?” The air in your lungs lets out as he voices his question. “He’s been a bit hard to keep in contact with.”

You part your lips to let your sigh escape silently, lifting a hand you rush it through your hair, head moving to glance back upwards at the blossoms, shaking your head in the process of your statement. “No.” You say. “I haven’t.”

And it wasn’t a lie, you had not heard from Jungkook in over a week, not since the night of the party. Texts you sent went unreplied to, but certainly were read if the little R indicated anything at all. You had attempted to talk to him once after class, only for him to all but run out of the room before you had the opportunity to even approach him.

During the day you had seen him in Sociology, the younger looked worse for wear. Dark circles littered the space underneath his eyes, his brown hair went unkempt, and a blank face he had been sporting. 

It had been odd, you noted, seeing Jungkook with anything but a smile.

Whatever had happened to Jungkook, was enough for him to completely isolate himself. 

“Hm.” Seokjin says, lips moving to curl to the side as if in deep thought. “Yoongi says he hasn’t really been at their apartment all that lately either.”

The mention of the aforementioned causes another deep sigh to slide past your mouth.

You hadn’t spoken to  or even seen Yoongi since the day after the party, he had not shown up in Literature - which hadn’t really surprised you all that much. And the text he had sent you that night was the first and last you had received.

“I’m sure he’s just busy.” Namjoon voices a moment later, eyes moving from the words in his book to stare at his boyfriend, and then to where you lay in the grass. “You and Jungkook seem to have gotten closer lately, has he said anything to you? Is anything bugging him?”

And that’s just the thing- you weren’t sure. Memories of the party were still coming back, bits and pieces were making themselves known little by little - but many parts were still missing. You couldn’t be sure that Jungkook hadn’t warned you that he may be busy as of late, you couldn't be sure that Jungkook didn’t mention if something was bothering him. 

Luckily for you, Seokjin cuts in before you have to think of a response.

“--But that’s the thing, even when Jungkook is busy he’s never been one to just cut off all contact.. That’s more of  a Yoongi thing.”

There’s a moment of silence as you and Namjoon try to search for answers. Neither of you were that close with the younger, therefore neither could offer a logical reason for his sudden radio silence towards not just you - it seemed, but the entire friend group.

Seokjin lets out a distressed sigh, in which Namjoon’s hand immediately moves to run through the older’s pink locks. “I’m sure he’ll come around.. When he’s ready.”

Yeah, you say silently. Hopefully.

Sunday [10:39 PM]

You:

Hey, I’m sorry for not messaging you sooner.. I’ve been asleep all day. What happened last night? R

Tuesday [1:12 PM]

You:

Hey, I had a question about the assignment due. Do you have time to meet for lunch? R

Thursday [2:15 PM]

You:

Did I do something wrong? R

“-- Alright, what is it?”

You glance up from where you had been absentmindedly thumbing through the same messages you had been staring at for a week straight.

“What?” You mumble out, eyes finding Yoona who sits at the opposite end of the couch. 

“Dont ‘what,’ me.Tonight was supposed to be a girls night, but I’ve spent the entirety of it looking at you wallow at your phone.. So fess up, what is it that’s got your undies in a twist?”

It takes a moment for you to soak in her sentence,  lips parting around no words as you contemplate whether you should indulge her or keep it all to yourself. 

Part of you felt guilty. You had promised Yoona an explanation for your disappearance the night and day after the party, and instead you were repaying her friendship with a half-assed night. With not an ounce of your attention.. The situation with Jungkook was driving you crazy, having someone upset with you for no known reason was something you were unfamiliar with.

You were sure you had plucked a strand of grey from your hair. 

A grey hair!

Never in your life had you felt the stress you had, ever since Jungkook had started to avoid you. 

Nevertheless, you let out a soft breath.. “I told you, Yoona.. I still don’t remember everything that happened that night.”

Her eyes narrow at you skeptically, silently letting you know that she didn’t fully believe you, not that you could blame her - even if you did remember the events of that night, the chances of you telling her were slim to none. 

“Okay fine.” She says, eyes looking like they’re about to roll out of her head. “But tell me about what happened when you woke up.”

You pull your legs up onto the couch, arms hugging around your shins as you rest your chin on your kneecaps.

“To put it bluntly, I woke up in Yoongi’s bed.”

It could be described as comical - the way Yoona’s eyes almost bug out of her head. 

“Wait..” She screeches, “Yoongi’s?” She asks, a face akin to horror shown obviously around the curve of her lips.

You decide to ignore her confusion, having no energy to explain.

“I had no recollection of how I got there. None..” You shake your head, “Then as I was leaving their apartment, he shows up.”

“Wait.” She says, still appalled. “Yoongi’s bed? Like - the one that isn’t very friendly -- has sort of a resting bitch face? Hardly talks? That Yoongi? His bed?”

“Yoona,” you say, “focus.”

Her lips form around a silent o, as she tries to take in the information handed to her. “Okay..” she urges you to continue. She gathers her legs, bending them behind her so she can sit on the back of her knees.

“Anyway,” you start, “he offered to buy me food since I hadn’t eaten in hours, and I accepted, thinking he could give me some information. We went out to this little diner.”

You watch as her lips purse, her eyes pulling together. 

“So, did you ask him how you came about ending up in his bed?”

“I did.”

“And?” 

You let out another sigh. “He said he found me asleep in some bedroom at the party.”

She’s silent for a moment, you watch as the confusion continues to spread across her face. 

“Any idea whose?”

You lift your shoulders upwards in a shrug. “Some friend of  Jungkook’s.. Yoongi says he found me asleep with Jungkook.”

She lets out a breath, one that seems a little like relief. 

“Alright, that, I’m not surprised by.”You want to scold her for making light of the subject, “-but I am confused as to why Yoongi took you to their apartment and not your own. And why he didn’t leave you alone with Jungkook?”

You shrug, letting out another sigh. “I asked him, he said he wanted to make sure that I was safe.” Your eyes fall down to where you’ve interlocked your fingers together, lips parting as you recount the story Yoongi had told you. 

The realization that he had wanted you safe, brings the smallest of smiles onto your lips.

In a small voice, you speak, “he said I didn’t have my key on me and he didn’t know if Hoseok and Taehyung would be home to let me in.”

You watch her teeth bite her bottom lip as she’s silent for a few moments - moments that for some reason, put you on edge. Your anxiety raises a little bit. She studies you - expressionless. And then after what seems like minutes, she finally speaks, thumbnail brushing across her bottom lip.

“Alright.. Hear me out, okay?” Her eyebrows uplift, you swallow the building lump in your throat, but nevertheless nod.

“Remember how I told you I thought Jungkook had a crush on you, and Seokjin basically confirmed that?”

You nod. recalling the conversation that had revealed that truth.Seokjin had basically confirmed it, and you were still trying to figure out how that made you feel, nevertheless whether at all it was possible or not.

“Well, you started the night out in bed with Jungkook-” you grimace-  “do not give me that look, I’m not judging just stating facts - but, you ended up in Yoongi’s bed. So let’s say that Jungkook wakes up to find you gone, he panics and tries to call you, no answer. Then, he gets to his apartment and for some reason goes into Yoongi’s room - and sees you in Yoongi’s bed..”

She trails off suddenly, hand moving to steady her chin as her elbow digs into her thigh. 

“Maybe he thinks something happened between you and Yoongi, he’s either jealous or angry, and that’s why he’s behaving towards you the way that he is.”

You take a moment to soak in her words.Contemplate whether it made sense or not. The thought of Jungkook completely ignoring you due to his own assumptions didn’t make a lot of sense to you, it didn’t seem characteristically accurate for him to do something so petty. And, if you remembered correctly he hadn’t attempted to call you that night nor the next morning.

“I’d like to think that Jungkook knows me better than to--”

You’re interrupted by a well manicured finger swaying in the air. “Baby, when it comes to feelings all logic is tossed out the window.”

You unravel your arms from around your legs as you allow yourself to relax into the back of the couch, head moving back and chin tilting so you’re staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t like that.”

“Most of us don’t.” Yoona says around a melancholy snicker.

You let your eyes fall on your female friend. “What do I do now? He won’t answer my texts and he all but runs whenever he sees me.”

You watch as she visibly contemplates this for a moment, pink tinted lips rubbing together. 

“Maybe this is something he’ll come to you with.. Eventually.”

“So I give him time?” 

The thought of not talking to Jungkook for even longer makes something swell up inside of your chest. Something twisted and revolting. Something you cant quite pinpoint.

She nods, moving a hand to rest over your own, as if she can somehow view the inner turmoil this causes within you. “Sometimes time is the only thing a person truly needs.” Her voice is soft, comforting.

And though she is speaking about Jungkook, her words resonate with you. 

If Jungkook needed time - you’d give it to him, just like you had done the same with Yoongi, even if it made you feel sick inside. 

You hadn’t known Jungkook for long, but the boy had seemed to wrap himself around a place in your heart. 

If only time could explain why the knot you had felt in your chest for a week hadn’t disappeared but only intensified as the days went on..

[a/n] it’s been a long, long, long, long time. :( i am sorry this is little and short compared to past chapters, i just thought you guys deserved something. i love you, still. <3 as always, feedback is truly appreciated... if anyone is still reading or still there.

[hellreads]

what are some of the most filthiest fics you've ever read?

this is the HARDEST ASK I have received so far, I spaced out after seeing this ask trying to recall every single filthy fic I ever read because there’s a lot but I will only be adding three fics per member for this ask, now, what I consider filthy may not be your cup of tea or may seem vanilla to y’all but to each their own, btw filthy to me includes threesomes to gangbangs because we’re weak for double penetration in this house, a lot of cum play and sloppy seconds, dirty talk, degradation, and more ~ by more I mean feelings, I need to feel something before drowning me in good explicit smut but I like pwps too lol, anyway, enough of my ramblings let’s get to the list! | 🍒

NOTE: please check all tags and warnings before reading a fic, read any of these at your own risk!

TOP PICKS

❥ The Hills by @minflix➴ Ski-Trip/Vacation!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok | Series➴ A ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen.

❥ Pour Up by jungxkook (deactivated/story no longer here on tumblr)➴ Fuckboy/Fratboy!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You like to pretend you hate Jungkook and Taehyung but sleeping with both of them doesn’t sound so terrible especially when you’re drunk and faded.

❥ Extreme Obsession by saylilirose➴ Psychological/Yandere!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ In life, you meet one person that you live and grow old with. 

You? You meet seven. 

But your love? Non-existent. 

But theirs? Real…and obsessive.

Which turns deadly and dangerous. 

Without hesitation.➴ NOTE: this story contains heavy/dark/taboo themes and this isn’t for everyone, make sure you read all tags and warnings before starting this fic, you’ve been warned.

Kim Namjoon

❥ Miss Communication by @dovechim➴ Poly!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Poly relationships can be complicated. especially one where there’s an established hierarchy, and someone decides to break the rules. in a series of miscommunications between your boyfriends, you find yourself being the conveyor of peace and something else that isn’t quite what you expected. 

❥ Tigerboy by @joonbird➴ Hybrid!AU | Namjoon x Reader | One-Shot➴ “You, a docile rabbit hybrid, have been waiting a long time to meet the mysterious tiger hybrid, Kim Namjoon.”

❥ Criminal by @teawithkpop➴ Criminal/Police!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Namjoon is a wanted criminal, and he decides he wants you to be his ‘last meal’ before he’s booked.

Kim Seokjin

❥ The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin➴ Devil!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

❥ Off-Limits by @floralseokjin➴ Brother’s Bestfriend!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ You’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

❥ In The Bleak Midwinter by @pcyheartgirlx➴ Idol/Escort!AU | Seokjin x Reader x Chanyeol | Series➴ We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.

You own a multi-billion dollar company, servicing the biggest names in kpop, in more ways than one. Under the name “Starlight Catering”, you, your best friends, Damon and Maya, and your hundreds of workers provide stress relief for idols.

You have partially retired, not because you didn’t want to, but because Chanyeol was your muse. He was all that you had time for and all you needed. Until Jin came along.

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

Min Yoongi (hardest list to make, I have a lot of good Yoongi filth T_T)

❥ Zelus by bumblexfox➴ Sugar Daddy/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader | One-Shot➴ Yoongi becomes jealous when your close friend Jungkook puts his hands all over you right infront of his face. So, Yoongi decides to make sure you know who you really belong to.

❥ Dead Leaves by wrienne➴ Detective!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jimin | Series➴ In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency.

❥ Hyung, Open the Door by @gotmetalkinginmysleep➴ Idol!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

Jung Hoseok 

❥ Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la➴ Idol!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot➴ Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

❥ See Both Sides Like Chanel by @minflix➴ Rich Kids/FWB!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot➴ You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.

But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

❥ Langour by @littlemisskookie➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot➴ Hoseok’s got a lust-driven thirst for his step sister.

Park Jimin

❥ Sharing is Caring by @littlemisskookie➴ Prostitution!AU | Seokjin x Reader x Jimin | One-Shot➴ Jin graciously decides to loan you to handsome Park Jimin for the night.

❥ Power Play by @dovechim➴ Pornstar!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ You know him as the A-lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single-handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.

❥ Neighbors by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ Neighbors!AU | Jimin x Reader | Series➴ Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He, however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook (because majority of my fave filth includes these two ~ I am breaking the 3 fics list for them because I can dsjkhfkjasdhf)

❥ Clandestine by @ditzymax➴ Assassin!AU | Taehyung x Named OC x Jungkook | Series➴  As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has many shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are other things he must never know.

❥ Shameless by @imaginethisbts➴ Voyeurism/Exhibitionism!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party. 

❥ When You Least Expect It by @johobi➴ F2L/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last-ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

❥ Stealing the Bite by @wildernessuntothemselves➴ Supernatural!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In a world populated by the supernatural, witches were the most despised and mistrusted of creatures. Everyone desired to make use of their powers but no one was willing to be seen openly conferring with them. And so there came to pass a heinous practice: Small covens of witches were isolated and kept under wraps in every kingdom, to be utilized when needed, and kept under close watch to prevent them from rebelling. 

Growing up in a kingdom ruled by werewolves, abuse and scorn were a fact of life, but you were determined to put an end to it. You devised a devious plan to gain power, and it involved a certain prince.

❥ The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot➴ Poly/Tattoo!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

❥ Maid for You by @forgottenpasta➴ Idol!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ As Bangtan’s dorm maid you’re expected to be professional, your identity anonymous. Until Jeongguk finds you on your knees beside his bed, with his rolex in your hand.

❥ Into Temptation by coconutty➴ Demon!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ It was just a dare…

❥ Lust and Errors by @imaginethisbts➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Stepbrother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

❥ What’s Mine is Mine by @avveh➴ Idol!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.

❥ This Isn’t Love Darling by @junqkook➴ Mafia/Escort!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ He tasted of an empty night and an eclipsing moon, with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes when he put his mouth on yours.

❥ Illicit Photography by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ University/Photography!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ You’re a well respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.

❥ My Way by @ellieljade➴ Fuckbuddy!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Jungkook doesn’t appreciate your boyfriend’s insistence that he stop sleeping with you and he knows just how to prove that you like it his way.

OT7

❥ Moth to Flame by @bang-to-the-tan➴ Vampire!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry.

❥ Void by @btssavedmylifeblr➴ Space!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ You are the only female crew member on a 12-year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

❥ Temptation Series by @yminie➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Sleeping Temptation : Yoongi and Jimin come home to find you asleep on the couch. To say they were happy they beat the other members back would be an understatement.

➴ Waking Temptation : Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon are home, and you’re not asleep anymore.

➴ Sweeter Temptation : After an eventful evening, it’s the morning after and Jin’s there to take care of you.

➴ Breaking Temptation : Jungkook ditches movie night for other activities, and you’re not impressed.

❥ Seven Deadly Sins by @mintedmango➴ Demon!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ You stood suddenly, chair being pushed away by the backs of your legs, the rest of the sins standing with you as you looked around in panic. All except Sloth who was out cold in the corner.“Oh, little pet, indeed, I am still hungry.”

❥ Physcom by @teawithkpop➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ AU where live-in Physical Companions are provided to k-pop groups so the members can relieve their sexual related stress and tension - around their busy schedules, of course. You are one such “PhysCom”. However, complications arise when the BTS members start harboring romantic feelings for you. Feelings you’re not sure you can reject with any believable amount of conviction. Such a scandal could result in getting both you and them fired and exposed, ruining any future career options for all parties involved… it turns out the “com” in PhysCom might as well stand for complications.

❥ Cum by @honeymoonjin➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Two-Shot➴ An episode of Run! BTS in which the seven members compete to see who can make you cum first.

❥ The Gentlemen’s Club by @brookelegend➴ Club!AU | OT7 x Reader (Hobi-Centric) | Series➴ You’ve been in a dating drought, more specifically, a sex drought. Your best friend has the perfect remedy for your problem: The Gentlemen’s Club.

[azaisya]

mdzs daemon au pt 2

When they arrived at the Unclean Realm, Nie Huaisang took one look at his brother’s stormy expression and summoned his most guileless grin.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, framed by a pillar and his massive bear daemon, Nie Mingjue looked impressively intimidating. 

Huaisang, however, had long since decided to never be intimidated by his brother. It would do awful things to his ego. Cheerfully, he shouted, “Da-ge!” 

At his side, Meng Yao mumbled, “Young Master Nie, please don’t antagonize your brother.” 

“How did your studies in Cloud Recesses go?” Nie Mingjue asked, tone flat in a way that meant I already know exactly how deep in shit you are. 

Huaisang’s smile faltered, and he flicked his fan open to flutter it anxiously. “Ah, well, you know—”

“Do I?” Nie Mingjue demanded, eyes glinting in warning.

Nie Kun stood up, raising her head to look over Huaisang and the disciples behind him. She was larger than average for a female moon bear, her shoulders nearly level with Nie Mingjue’s. 

Huaisang ignored her. If she was really angry, then she’d get up onto her hind legs. Nobody wanted to see her on her hind legs. “I did better than last year, at least!” 

Nie Mingjue scoffed. The other Nie disciples ignored the brothers’ argument with the ease of long practice. “Maybe you’d pass if you bothered to carry your saber.” 

“Da-ge,” Huaisang complained. A-Min scuttled over his shoulder, slipping through his hair so that she could sit against the soft skin of his neck. 

A-Sang, she urged, Xichen-ge’s gift. 

Oh, right!

He grabbed the box held by the Nie disciple to his left with a bright smile and a warm thank you and then ran up the steps to his brother. Meng Yao dismissed the Nie disciples with a dimpled smile and a gracious bow before following him. Nie Mingjue’s expression darkened as if he was about to yell some more, but Huaisang shoved the box into his hands. “Xichen-ge asked me to give this to you.” 

Immediately, the rage flew from Nie Mingjue’s face. “You should’ve told him not to bother.” But he was already moving to open the box and Nie Kun was craning her neck over his shoulder to look. 

Huaisang didn’t bother looking. He’d already peeked on the way over. Of course Lan Xichen would gift his brother the best blade maintenance kit in the world. It was in Nie green and probably ludicrously expensive. Without missing a beat, he added, “Xichen-ge also said he misses you and that you should visit more.”

For a second, Nie Mingjue’s face went terribly soft. But then he snorted and rolled his eyes, reaching out to cuff Huaisang lightly on the head. “Don’t lie.” 

Huaisang just shrugged. “I’m sure he’s thinking it.” 

“Where’s A-Min?” Nie Mingjue’s eyes flicked over Huaisang’s shoulder. Normally, A-Min would have already shifted into a finch to flutter about both their heads and chirp. 

Huaisang fidgeted with his fan. “Oh. Um.” He flashed a smile that was only slightly self-deprecating. “She settled.”

Nie Mingjue’s eyes widened. “When?”

“A week ago! I would’ve written if it’d happened earlier.”

Nie Mingjue waved a hand dismissively. “As if. Let me see.”

Wordlessly, Huaisang reached up to his collar. A-Min scuttled into his hand and sat very still as Huaisang held her out. Neither his brother or his brother’s daemon moved, dark eyes locked on the tiny brown spider in Huaisang’s palms.

Huaisang resisted the urge to fidget. 

Finally, Nie Mingjue grunted, “She's very small.”

Huaisang flinched at the note of disappointment in his voice. “Da-ge.” A-Min stretched out her legs as if that would make her bigger. 

Nie Kun leaned forwards, her brown muzzle drifting just above A-Min. Huaisang could read no judgement in her dark gaze. 

Meng Yao stepped forwards, head bowed deferentially, “If I may?” Nie Kun obligingly stepped back, and Nie Mingjue nodded. Meng Yao didn’t bother to repeat Meng Zhu’s spiders are lucky line; Nie Mingjue didn’t care about things like that. “Spiders are small, but they’re still predators.”

“Underhandedly,” Nie Mingjue protested, “With traps.”

“But she’s small enough that an enemy won’t be able to easily target her, which is a benefit on any battlefield.” Meng Yao’s smile was warm, but Huaisang could recognize it as appeasing rather than genuine. 

Nie Mingjue’s lips twisted into a wry smile, and his eyes flicked towards Nie Kun. She tilted her head, something silent flashing between them.

Huaisang held his breath. 

Nie Kun and Meng Yao always had been the best at talking his brother down. 

Nie Mingjue pressed his lips together and looked down at A-Min, who shifted nervously back and forth. “Go unpack your things,” he ordered, pulling away, “Meng Yao, come with me. I need you to look over something.”

Nie Huaisang and Meng Yao shared an exasperated glance before hurrying to obey. Huaisang had known, of course, that his brother wouldn’t be thrilled with A-Min’s settled form. The lack of a real response was infinitely better than whatever he’d expected, but it still made him feel small and unseen. 

We are small, A-Min said, reasonably, Give him time.

---

Nie Huaisang’s feet started towards his rooms, but then he stopped. The other disciples would drop off his things for him, and it wasn’t like he actually needed to unpack right now. Decisively, he turned on his heel and strode towards the library instead. 

Meng Yao found him there almost three hours later. Huaisang heard his footsteps and looked up, using the brief second before Meng Yao noticed him watching to examine his face. He wasn’t smiling, but Meng Yao rarely smiled when he wasn’t being watched. More importantly, Huaisang couldn’t see the telltale tightening around his eyes or the forced calm triggered by the worst of Nie Mingjue’s obstinance or—even worse—the nasty comments people made about his background or his daemon. 

(You can’t trust a daemon you can’t see, people were fond of saying, Especially not something like a scorpion)

Satisfied that Meng Yao was in a good enough mood for teasing, Huaisang immediately threw down his book and wailed, “Meng Yao, help me, please, I’m dying—” 

Meng Yao immediately sat down on the opposite side of the desk, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was his appeasing smile, the one he used when he was being watchful rather than kind. “What can I do for you, Young Master Nie?”

Huaisang scowled at him. “Nooo, you’re supposed to be all nice and sympathetic when I cry.” 

Meng Yao’s smile shifted into something more genuine. 

Aloud, A-Min said, “Please don’t. He doesn’t need the encouragement. Did you need something?”

Huaisang looked down and scowled at his daemon, who sat on a book of her own. “Traitor.”

“I was just going to remind Young Master Nie to bring his saber to dinner. A disciple should have brought it to your rooms.” Meng Yao looked down at the books spread over the table. From beneath the curtain of his hair, Meng Zhu emerged. “What are you two looking for?”

Huaisang groaned  and slumped over the table. “I’m trying to figure out what spider we are.”

A-Min perked up when she saw Meng Zhu. The scorpion daemon was much shyer than Meng Yao, but A-Min adored her. “Meng Zhu!” 

Meng Zhu gracefully made her way down Meng Yao’s sleeve and onto the table. 

“Help me turn the page,” A-Min exclaimed, weaving eagerly between Meng Zhu’s legs.

Huaisang sat up, indignant. “Oh, I can’t ask for Meng Yao’s help, but you can ask for Meng Zhu’s?” 

“Do you expect me to turn the page by myself?” A-Min asked, “I’m the same size as some of these characters.”

“Are not,” Huaisang mumbled. 

“I don’t mind,” Meng Zhu assured. As soon as she’d grasped the page in her claws and lifted it, A-Min gleefully scuttled back onto the book to read. 

Meng Yao gently picked up one of the books stacked haphazardly in a corner of the desk and opened it. A page of inky spiders appeared, all of them drawn with analytical precision. None of them matched A-Min’s mottled brown body or banded legs.

Turning the page, Meng Yao said mildly, “You should’ve looked before we left Cloud Recesses.”

Huaisang grimaced. While the library in the Unclean Realm wasn’t shabby, the library in Cloud Recesses was a work of art. He almost didn’t mind repeating another season of lessons just to get access to it again. “Help me,” he begged, staring at Meng Yao with his saddest eyes. 

Meng Yao’s cheeks dimpled with his smile. “I’ll help you. There’s no need to beg.” 

“You don’t have to if you’re busy,” A-Min protested weakly, because she was polite. 

“Thank you,” Huaisang interrupted, because he was not. 

Meng Yao just smiled and turned a page in his book.

---

Later that night, after dinner and far too many books on spiders, Huaisang went to find his brother. He didn’t bother checking his office or the training grounds; his brother had been in a good enough mood during dinner that he probably didn’t have much work at the moment or feel the need to unwind by stabbing training dummies. 

As Nie Huaisang passed the disciples stationed outside his brother’s bedroom, A-Min begged, Please knock. 

If he wanted to keep me out, Huaisang replied matter-of-factly, then he would have told his guards. Without another word, he threw the doors open and declared, “Da-ge, it’s me!” 

“As if anybody else would just barge in here.” Nie Mingjue looked up, scowling, from where he was sitting on the ground in the middle of his room. There was a map spread over the floor and a few pages of notes, but Nie Kun was lying across from them with her chin in her paws. Nothing particularly stressful, then. Both of them looked uncharacteristically relaxed, jagged edges softened by the flickering candlelight. 

“Haven’t you missed me?” Huaisang demanded. 

Nie Mingjue stared at him as if the question were too stupid to answer. 

Huaisang beamed when he found nothing but grudging affection in his brother’s face. There was no sign of the irritation or disappointment from earlier, although he was sure it would all come back as soon as he started skipping saber practice again. “Let’s play a game of go.” 

“No,” Nie Mingjue said, because he was a coward who didn’t want to lose. 

Huaisang dropped onto the ground next to his brother, sticking his lower lip out in a pout. “But, da-ge, I’ve been away for so long! I’ve been wasting away in Cloud Recesses without any entertainment—”

“Then maybe you should have studied harder,” Nie Mingjue snapped, without bite.

Huaisang pointed an accusing finger at him. “Think of it this way! Your little brother is failing for you, so you have another excuse to come to Cloud Recesses and see Lan Xichen—”

“What are you talking about?” Nie Mingjue snapped, but Huaisang saw the way Nie Kun ducked her head to hide her face in her paws. 

He couldn’t help grinning broadly. “Nothing, nothing!” 

Nie Mingjue squinted suspiciously at him. Huaisang blinked as innocently as he could. Finally, Nie Mingjue turned back to his maps with a huff. 

Huaisang leaned over his brother’s shoulders to look; A-Min emerged from where she’d hidden in his sleeve and settled on his knuckles. “What’re you working on?”

“We’re hosting the Discussion Conference next year,” Nie Kun said, eager to change the subject. 

Huaisang groaned and flopped over, his head only narrowly missing Nie Mingjue’s knee. A-Min shrieked and jumped off of him, as if he’d be so careless as to crush his own daemon. “That’s so boring! And also a whole year in the future.” 

Nie Mingjue poked his shoulder, “If you’re just going to lay on my map and complain, then leave.” 

Huaisang pouted, but the floor was comfortable and he didn’t want to sit up. The map shifted beneath him, and he tilted his head back to find Nie Kun sitting right behind his head. “You missed me, didn’t you?” he asked, smiling guilelessly at her. 

She huffed, breath warm against his face. “Oh, A-Sang.” And then she leaned down and pressed her nose to his brow. 

Huaisang froze. Her nose was as cold and wet as ever, but the soft touch was enough to send a wash of warmth through his entire body. He felt like he was five years old again, wrapped firmly in his brother’s arms. He felt small. He felt sheltered. He felt safe. 

Nie Kun pulled away, but she was still close enough that Huaisang could feel the warmth emanating from her fur. 

He laughed, softly. “I missed you too.” 

Nie Mingjue blinked. His expression was loose and comfortable and blatantly fond in a way it rarely was. “Where’s A-Min?”

“I’m here!” A-Min scuttled into the candlelight, shifting back and forth until Nie Mingjue’s eyes caught on her. “Da-ge!”

Nie Mingjue reached down, palm up, and waited. 

A-Min immediately reached out, setting her two front legs on the tip of Nie Mingjue’s finger. 

Huaisang sighed as that feeling washed through him again. He instinctively threw one arm out, his hand settling over his brother’s knee. 

“You’re pretty, for a spider,” Nie Mingjue said, finally. 

A-Min retreated a couple inches, the same boundless affection Huaisang felt streaming across their bond. “Of course I am.” 

“She’s venomous,” Nie Huaisang said, eyes locked on his brother’s face. From this angle, he could only see his profile, the candlelight outlining him in warm amber. “So she’s not just some normal spider or something. She’s dangerous.” Meng Yao had been the one to find the right book, in the end. 

Nie Mingjue’s lips twitched into the smallest of grins. “Is she?” he asked. There was no condemnation or displeasure in his tone, only mild interest. 

That warm feeling was back, and Huaisang ducked his head to hide his smile. “I mean, not deadly,” Huaisang said, “But she’ll definitely be able to annoy somebody.”

Nie Mingjue laughed, the sound thoughtless and unsubdued by the night’s dark. “Oh, well now I understand.” 

Huaisang sat up indignantly. “Da-ge!” he cried, in a tone that meant don’t be mean to me but also I love you. 

Nie Mingjue’s lips quirked into a smile. “Get off my map. Both of you.” 

Huaisang immediately scrambled up, only to fall against his brother’s side and sling an arm around his waist. Nie Kun sat against Nie Mingjue’s other side, paws extended, and watched patiently as A-Min scuttled up her claw and settled in the softness of her fur.

“Don’t distract me,” Nie Mingjue warned, “I’m working.” 

“Give me the seating chart,” Huaisang replied, not missing a beat, “You don’t even know half the minor sect leaders anyways.” 

And he did.

------

daemons:

nhs: nie min (brown widow spider)

nmj: nie kun (moon bear)

jgy: meng zhu (giant forest scorpion)

[ne-fe-li-bata]

Aye yo CORPSE!  ...

Dead ass;

You can't convince me that Corspe was/is/does ; 

in no particular order..

• Deserve to be held ( I would smother him with my chest and hold him tighter than he has ever been held) & protected from this world

• Pyro! Mans loves🔥🔥🔥 - mostly his fav elemental  (Leo is a fire sign); “WOOO... now that’s a fire!”

•  Loves knives/weapons- has a collection (quite a nifty 1, ay thank-a-you) & even knows how to use butterfly knives/ tackle combat.

      Has a collection of weapons (brass knuckle, daggers, swords, knives,etc.)

•  Highly interested in combat/training. Most likely has training in some sort of combat. Loves any form of physical combat < UFC,MMA, Boxing, any type of martial arts>

•  Absolute proper gentlemen / clearly has the utmost charm/cunning

      I.e holds the door open & will slap yo ass on the way in, moves you away from street side when walking, pulls chairs, defends your honor, etc.

• Takes A . L . O . T  to truly capture his attention- but once you have it ..%100

•  With his person; protective/obsessives/ possessive/ sensual/ affectionate .

              < mine is mine. me no share -like absolutely not at all>

             “ You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for ya“

• RP'er on DeviantArt/chats had his own OC. (also prob had his fav person to RP with) 

         <prob even talked to them in MSN or private chat>

•  Watched mostly nothing by anime/cartoons (nick/CN) as a kid & also mostly watched certain shows/movies as a kid well into his teens

         (could recite quotes/scenes as second nature)

•  Not a major musical theatre type of kid. But musical movies/shows was 1 of his favs- but still highly interested/ in love with theatre/musicals/preforming arts none the less.

-EYES DON’T LIE

•’staring problem’ he’d just stare at you -deep in his head (both good & bad) you’d have to bring him back to you ..”babe- eh, come *snap*back to me. What’s on your mind my love?’

•  Genuinely a really warm person- but only to certain people, but comes across cold & distance 

•  Grew up in the internet & knows the way around the 'business' & 'faceless' YouTubers/celebrities

•  His teens/ late adolescents consisted & grew up on YouTube O.G videos/ video game commentary/content;

  Cry.. <Cry was a huge part of my life & still hold a special place in my heart. Corspe just like I was most likely devastated with the shit that went down> 

Jack

Nova

Sp00n

Jontron

Smosh

Nigahiga

Shane

Jenna

Hanna Hart

Phil/Dan

KevJumba

Ray William Johnson

Pewds

Machinima

EMT

ERB

Wassabi Prod.

VlogBros, 

-etc

• Has an oral fixating (lovebites indefinitely <like dead ass ya’ll be chillan/ out & he’d attack you> & just needs something in his mouth always)

• Fidgety af, always need to be playing with something in his hands/playing with 

•  Is a goddamn absolute certified freak--but also super soft bean boi. (can't stress how this boi needs& deserves to be protected)

• Constant hand/arm touching/stroking for comfort.

• Daddy{papi} / Mommy(mamá) . Master . Sir  kink - hard control kinks- but highly sub. 

hard(er) kinks

• Lovebites = M I N E 

obvs fishnets/ crossbody straps/ lingerie

lace

collars/ restraints 

toys

     •RP

degrading/praising

sub/dom switch

showing/proving your actually/completely & utterly his/ he’s completely & utterly yours..

& of course you know it's go time when 1 - if not both of you has kitty ears on. 

over stim 

*no touchy/ don’t let me go*

“look at what I’ve done to you”

“you kno only I can do this to you”

“look how greedy you are for me”

“look at the mess you’ve made because of me’ 

“cum on my face”/’cum for me”

“who do you belong to” / “you belong to me & only me”

100% all black clothing 🖤

*that once we get home / I swear I’ll deal with you right here, right now* look 

primal play  “when you run from me, it only makes me want you more” “you know imma find you kitten”

pet names (beast< i feel like you call this man “ (a) beast”-he about to lose his absolute fucking mind> , “oh Corpse/______, you absolute fuckin’ beast- my God” kitten, babyboy/girl, baby(e), bae, my love, lover boy, my darling, slut, needy little bitch, cum slut, lil’ whore, master/mistress, king/queen”

“only yours” “just ______” “ no-one but _____” “only____” “only you” 

‘I’ll keep you so no one can find you or bother us’

“that’s my girl” / “that's my boy”

“would you like to/ I saw----”

“look at me” “don’t look away from me”

GROWLING / talking through clenched jaw

not breaking eye contact 

     • his name & ‘Corspe’ being cried out 

“cry out my name for me baby. know who you belong to”

video/sexing/teasing 

breeding kink

voyeurism

abrasions

aftercare af 

impact play 

24/7

edging 

accidental stim; “holy fuck- I’m so turned on by you rn”

rope bondage 

begging 

worships 

•  But also soft kinks; 

MEME SENDING

head on lap/chest

naps

playing with hair 

matching outfits

voice messages 

always touching (somehow)

no space between bodies

picture taking together/ just of you

body rubs, head rubs

massages

competition 

play fighting

“this reminded me of you”

“I remember you said” “I know you...”

“you know I love you”

“I can tell by your eyes”

“ugh- I swear to shit imma marry you 1 day”

“nothing really made sense until you”

“do you wanna watch”/ “WAIT!? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN?!”

“damn- you really do love/like me, eh?”/ “you are SO fucking mine”

“that’s my girl”/ “that's my boy”

pet names/ “MY_______” “YOURS”

long stares

dates- stay at home dates are his fav, as your attention/focus is just on him 

choker/necklace/ jewelry (that 1 of you bought- NOT LIKE HIGH PRICE TAG, but like seen it & was like ‘omg ____ would so wear...’) 

cuddles with movies /anime watching time

just being in the same room/on call- even in silence 

* emojis*- just some sort of communication 

inside jokes/ puns/dark humor

seeing 1 another with kids

future kink (family, travel, etc)

playing video games 

dancing/ singing with 1 another

Sitting on the ground, wrapped around his leg when he streams/edits

Nerf gun fights 

Watching him record (tracks/editing/streaming)

•  Loves- loves surprises <like dead ass would set up a surprise date/ do a scavenger hunt for you/ surprise you with your fav thing>

•  Loyalty is everything & his best attribute (& pride) 

• The music that he make is from the soul/heart. He pit everything has has/what he has left into his art

•  No one has seen the real him - a side he truly hides

•  He's both book & street smart

           Taught himself through YouTube/Reedit/online 

•  Fav actors; Jim Carrey/Robbin Williams/Will Smith (?)

•  Man’s straight up dangerous. we only know like a  quarter of him & people fall at his feet. ( h e . i s . n o t . t o . b e. F U C K E D . w i t h) 

•  Hates silence 

         ( constantly needs background noise)  <also can't fight me on this babyboi cuddles pillows/blankets for night-night time>

•  People don't understand the pain he is in every day, unless they have fibromyalgia/GERD/high functioning (sever social)anxiety/depression/ agoraphobia 

(my mom suffers with fibro/depression <I myself have GERD/ sever social amenity/depression>& I wouldn't wish those illness on my worse enemy...)

• Over all pain has changed him

• Has dealt with self harm since a young age- most likely 9- 11 yrs old. (as someone else who’s suffered with SH for years- when you become so numb it 1 of the only ways to feel some sort of anything/makes you feel like you’re alive)

• Addiction (drugs/people/things)

•  Wrote & read a lot of fanfiction

        (most likely his main source of reading in pre/teenage years)

• Is a hopeless romantic but has his guard way up

•  Obsessed with Japan / Studio Ghibli

• Doesn't think he deserves any of the recognition/ fame he's gotten--but definitely deserves it all as he's creative & inspirational as fuck. Also he’s worked so hard for it & had put himself through so much

    Contrary is highly appreciative of those that are supporting

• Doesn't do it for the fame but for the fact he know how he's gotten people through hard time (just like those on the internet got him through)

• Was a scene boy that vibe’d of myspace/ listens to a lot of  ‘scene’ pop-punk, emo/ scene band shit (band?)

•  Also is/was a major tumblr boy

•  Would be a phenomenal father

•   His love language: physical touch & words of affirmation 

• He would flinch at touch movement but would melt in your hands

• Face caresses would trigger anxiety/ tears.. but once he’s calmed/comfortable would burry his face in your touch. neck & chest

•  Still caught up in daydreams

•  A part of him is still never satisfied even if it’s exactly to the pin point detail of what he wanted  

•  Has at least 40/50(ish) songs he hasn't released

•  Mommy & daddy issues (not saying his home life was really- really  fucked - but non the less- it certainly wasn't the best).. Also wants to protect/provide for his family (especially his sister) & was prob closer to a grandparent/aunt/uncle)

•  Definitely prefers to be by himself, as every time people come around, it's like;‘"this is why I'm okay (ish)with being alone" 

• lost an important person to him due to O.D/ suicided..

•  Also most likely to of heard his "friends" shit talking 'Corpse' or something correlated with him

•  His pride is his biggest sin (next to lust)

•  Has single-handedly defined a huge part of 2020 ( in the best way)

•  Went through a fighting stage where he was ready to fuck anyone up on a drop of a dime (middle/'high school'/street fights- possibly even under ground)

          but also a stage where he cut absolutely everyone off for a solid couple years

•  Most likely obsessed with 1 of 3 creatures; lion, dragon, wolf ( 5ish- possibly bear/fox)

•  Dinosaur obsessed 

• Internet & video games raised him

• He raised himself

Quick to adapt to surroundings/situations.

•  Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was his shit ( I CAN SO SEE YOUNG BABYBOI RUNNIN AROUND THE HOUSE IN A POWER RANGER SUIT) "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME MOTHER FUCKER"

              fav ranger- green 

•  Has up until next year planned out & is working on the next 'version of corpse' ( PR, vids, music, etc)

•  Also med/high key this man was most likely in a physcward (more than once) ..

•  This man deserves more than he'll ever give himself recognition for & knows in the back of his mind--people will hate just to hate

•  Rose is his fav flower  🌹

•⛈️🌧️. >🌞.  Loves storms/ rain & prefers them over sunny days

•  Loves the moon/stars/space (?) < observatorium dates = fuckin mint>

• Pixar/Disney lover

        <still believes- deep down in happy ever after ... but thorough an twisted yet not so twisted- simple(??), dedicated process(?)>

•  Fav Pixar movie.. either Wall.E or Toy Story 

    •  Pixar > Disney

         •  But fav Disney movie- Beauty & the Beast (?)

• Most likely had a Jackass obsession's (doing dumb hoodshit)

•  Fall is his fav season (?)

•  Horror/ thriller movies/shows over everything (obvs)

•   Had an escape place in town where he’d hide from the world- that absolutely no one knew about. 

•  Was really into graffiti/ street art 

•  Arested as a youth - but charges dropped- or was still considered a mirror (either fighting/ possession/ trespassing/ vandalisms)

• Arrested on heavier charges (also same as above - but not tried as an minor)

•  also-ALSO ... thou he feels like he owes people something. HE DOESN’T OWE ANYTHING TO A N Y O N E . His mental & well being is the most important.

•  On a side & major note. You can't deny that this man single handily is a (in my opinion) the 2nd biggest “C” that define 2020.

•  Was most likely really into skateboarding/BMX

• Late night drives/impulsive road trips & playlist/ sitting at lookouts, just in silence & touching 1 another. 

• Clingy af-.. but could also be distance & cold af- especially on high pain days. stormy brain days. PTSD episodes.

• Slow dancing/ dancing around the apartments. with or without music.

• Rocking out with each other- screaming lyrics in each other face.

• “hey baby- how you feelin” 

         *grunting* *shuffles over & lays on chest* 

• Huge comforts for 1 another;

      Especially when going out, being wrapped around him for comfort & reassurance. Even being at home alone together- panic attacks are shit, PTSD episodes are even more shit. helping each other with bathing & caring

     When he’d be hiding from his reflection- or stares just a little too long. Going up behind him & worship him (vise versa)

• He’d be your biggest hypeman/ #1 fan (vise versa)

• Would LOVE you wearing his clothes/jewelry & would love to wear you things.

Was probably engaged to his ex (that's why he gets offt when people mention "corpse wife"

There'd be days where he'd be so distance & cold.. & tell you to leave but wouldn't let you.

He'd sit in the bathroom with you when you shower/have a bath.

As he doesn't sleep most night. He'd be up just watching you sleep & caressing you.

Lil spoon > big spoon.

<more to be added>

I love you... genuinely . turly.  madly. deeply.

[kisskissbanggang]

Standby pt. 2

[~10 Min. Read/3.2K Words – Bang Chan x Female Reader – Idol!AU – NSFW/Smut, Some Emerging Plot – Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Impulsive Decisions, Stressful Job Situations, Sneaking Around, One-Sided Feelings(?), Acting Professional]

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Your sneakers slapped the bruised linoleum floor of the terminal, sprinting each time you were out of sight of a huge crowd. Honestly, you fit in with every other rushing traveler in the busy concourse. Time, as always, was of the essence, and you only had so much before this comically bad situation got worse.

The group had already been late leaving for the airport that morning. It was as rough of a time as any, only made worse by being in preparation of an international flight. Bags were being packed and reviewed, passports were being gathered, and everyone was already tired. By the time the group left the dorm, you all had barely any time to make your plane. Arriving at the airport, however, turned the whole debacle into an entirely different beast. Other countries, other industries, used service hallways and back entrances for high profile travelers. Hyun-Jae-unnie made it very clear to you from your first flight with the group that the whole point of going to the airport wasn't so much to travel as it was to be seen traveling. It was no secret that fans always mysteriously knew when the band would be flying.

On this particularly rainy morning, all the fanfare was waiting inside Departures like a bubbling volcano. The sliding doors opened and you flinched at the barrage of flashing lights as you all rushed through check-in and security. Pushing through a bombardment of various intrusions, both professional and not, you all finally made it onto the plane safely with only minutes to spare.

Until your mentor yanked on your carry-on strap. Hyun-Jae-unnie looked frantic, her eyes screaming.

"We're not all here. Didn't you do the head count while I checked us in?"

You could feel the color drain from your face. In all the commotion, you had only heard "head count" and nothing else. You'd assumed she was just saying that she was taking care of it.

"Because," she continued, her pallid complexion looking dire, "guess who just texted me as I was turning on airplane mode?" She pushed her phone into your hands.

Chan.

You whipped your head around. The rest of the boys and staff looked just as confused as you felt. Hyun-Jae-unnie snatched her phone back from you, her other hand clutching your shoulder.

"Fix it."

"But, Unnie -- " you began weakly.

"But nothing. I trusted you to do something, and since you didn't, now I'm trusting you to fix it. I know you can. So do it. Rehearsal is tomorrow morning, 8AM local time. Be there, with Bang Chan."

You had taken three minutes to hyperventilate in the jet bridge once you deplaned, and now you were sprinting through the terminal looking for your worst nightmare: a lost idol. An odd phenomenon caught your eye. Bands of students and teenage girls were milling about. You assumed you must be on the right trail. Time and time again you checked your phone, praying that Chan would get back to you since you texted him the moment you were off the plane. You began ducking into each and every shop on the concourse, looking down every aisle and around each display in hopes of finding him, all while attempting to not draw attention. You turned a corner in the shop you were currently searching when a hand darted out and clamped over your mouth. You were dragged back into a half bear hug, half chokehold, as you tried to gain all the will and strength you had left to unquestionably destroy whoever was daring to add to your misery today.

"Thank god I found you!" Chan quietly exulted. "This has been an absolute disaster." You spun around, excitedly flinging your arms around him before you could stop yourself. Embarrassed, tired, and despondent, you quickly regained your composure the best you could. You took a few minutes to pull yourselves together before you got the hell over it and set to work.

Moving quickly, you worked together to evade attention. You ducked into a service hall once you made sure the coast was clear. Your black face masks were swapped out for white spares you had in the bottom of your carry-on. You pulled off your light windbreaker and pushed it into your bag, pulling on Chan's offered flannel that he'd been wearing under his jacket, which he then threw into his own bag. Pulling out a beanie from the front pocket of his backpack, Chan finally felt ready to join you for your next step. You moved swiftly through the crowds back to the ticket agent desk, grabbing your IDs and going about setting up a new first class flight. You were assured by the agent that even though you were on standby, you had a good chance of getting on the next nonstop in an hour, a couple of booked customers being notorious for last-minute cancellations.

So that left an hour.

You flipped through any and all options for privacy in your head before suddenly realizing the best course of action. Grabbing ahold of Chan's arm, you made a beeline for the airline's guest lounge. It was oddly full for a weekday morning, but it seemed more than welcoming with its low light and bartender on duty. You gave the front desk attendant the information for the company account and, once inside, immediately pulled up a seat at the bar. You slipped off your face mask and practically inhaled the first drink you ordered, feeling just a little more relaxed at this late, late hour of 10AM. Chan settled in beside you and ordered you both a round.

"Thanks," he offered, playfully nudging his shoulder into yours. You shook it off.

"I said I'm always going to do right by you. Besides, it's my job." You gave him an exhausted, small smile.

"And you're good at it," he encouraged. "One minute I'm checking to make sure I have my wallet, the next I'm entirely lost with a whole mob of fans hunting me down. Hyun-Jae-noona may be a machine, but you'll be giving her a run for her money someday, and probably soon."

A humble blush seeped over your cheeks, but you knew it wouldn't last. Given the opportunity, Chan would inevitably bring up that evening backstage at Inkigayo. He'd been trying for weeks now and you'd skillfully dodged him time and time again.

"So," he began, with all the subtlety of a cannon, "we have plenty of time to talk about you and I."

"Hmm, no," you laughed, accidentally too meanly, firmly shaking your head as you maintained a hard gaze on your empty glass, "because there is no 'you and I'. I helped you out. Like I said, it's my job."

Out of the corner of your eye you caught Chan cock his head and frustratedly play with the case on his phone. "That isn't exactly in your job description last I checked, and I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it way more than you care to let on."

It wasn't. You did. But you were petrified to let Chan know that, for more reasons than just the most obvious one concerning your employment status. Despite those conflicting feelings, however, what was more pressing was how much Chan being upset made you upset in return.

"Right. Because that rests on a line way beyond the one I shouldn't have crossed in the first place, and I should've known better than to make suggestions to an idol thinking with his dick."

Chan slapped his hands down on the bar as he got up, letting out a spiteful scoff with an exaggerated shrug. "Better than taking suggestions from an intern who refuses to acknowledge she may have been thinking with her pussy. Now, if you don't mind, am I allowed to leave your sight to piss, or are you going to come watch me so you don't disappoint your bosses?"

You gawked, speechless and fuming as Chan turned heel and crossed the unusually busy lounge to the first of two private restrooms down the hall at the other end of the room.

Your mind raced, your heart pumped into your throat, your palms sweated, but worst of all was your stupid pussy betraying you at its mention. As you attempted to massage the TV static out of your temples, Chan's stupid, mesmerizing scent wafted into your nose from his flannel you were still wearing. Your stress headache was about to turn into stress nausea and making Hyun-Jae-unnie proud would only feel so good if you were lucid enough to enjoy it and god damn Chan for being so cocky and rude and right. Grappling both yours and his carry-on bags, you hauled them to the front desk attendant to be left in their care before you stormed across the lounge and all but kicked in the restroom door Chan had conveniently forgotten to lock in his anger. You were taken aback for a second, amused at how he wasn't even taking a piss. The man was just leaned back against the sink and tapping on his phone. You should've known; Chan used various forms of this tactic all the time back at the dorm -- walk it off and wait it out. But you weren't interested in waiting, nor walking it off. He cautiously looked over as you flipped the lock.

"Oh, so you do want to watch--" Chan sneered, stopped dead by you shoving him back against the sink and yanking down his mask before capturing his lips in a furious kiss. He pulled as far back from you as he could while being pinned up against the porcelain, waiting for your next move. This jerk was grinning. "What happened to not making it weird?"

"It's too weird to not be weird," you growled, shaking your head. "You want to see me thinking with my pussy? I'll fucking show you."

"You're a busybody, you know that?" Chan mused, mostly mumbled between your resumed kisses. You plucked off his beanie and threaded your fingers into his hair, winning a throaty groan from him as you tugged on his wavy tresses.

You dragged your lips from his own down to his neck, the skin there raising in goosebumps to meet your hot breath as you absently ground your hips against his. "Chris," you moaned against his throat, your special magic word already making him shiver, "tell me how much you've been thinking of me."

"Making assumptions, aren't you?" He chuckled before surprising you. He pushed you back, hips first, angling you back against the tile wall and caging you as his hands kept teasing to touch you. Each time he got close, he backed away a little more.

"Can't make assumptions when it's just facts," you smirked, breaking his concentration as you shoved him back against the sink. "Now tell me how much you've been thinking of me."

"Every fucking night," he breathed, eagerly following as you led his hands around your waist. "I've been losing sleep wondering how to get you alone. Not quite what I had in mind, but I'll take it."

"Well, you have me now, so you better make the best of this before I come to my senses." You slipped your hands under his shirt, finally letting yourself feel his taut stomach that you'd admired more than once when you'd caught glimpses of it. The groan under his surprised flinch made you clutch your knees together a little tighter.

Chan nodded firmly before leaning down and hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around him in one swift move. "Yes ma'am."

Was it dumb that those words alone struck up a tingle in your spine? You waited, curious as he spun and sat you on the edge of the sink.

"Have any ideas?" You asked.

"Just a few. Been thinking with my dick after all." He gently pushed you to lean back against the mirror above the sink, giving you a sly smile that faded the moment he went to pick the button of your jeans.

You put a hand on his. "What's wrong?"

Chan shook his head. "Is this stupid?"

A sigh erupted from your chest before you could stop it. "If I'm being candid, this is worse than stupid; it's dangerous. But you're really cute and I'm really enjoying myself. I think we can be stupid and dangerous once or twice."

"Well now we just sound reckless." You knew that look. Chan was on the edge of panic. You sat up on the ledge of the sink and gently took his face in your hands.

"Chris. Are you enjoying this? Do you like me?"

"Yeah," he nodded weakly. "Of course. You're gorgeous and you drive me nuts and I can't get enough of you."

"Then kiss me -- ah!" You interrupted, putting a finger to his lips and shushing him before he could continue being so wishy-washy. "Kiss me. It's not like it's our first or anything, but it'll calm you down and get you back in the game, I promise."

Chan fiddled with your fingers where they still rested on his hand.

"Or..." You ducked closer, attempting to catch his gaze. "You can say no. I won't deny I'm being a little selfish, but I'd never try to steer you wrong, Chris."

He thought about it. He really thought about it, still fidgeting with your fingers tangled with his before he suddenly had his same, goofy, self-assured smile. His other hand brushed your cheek, his rings there zipping cold against your skin before you were faced with his lips hesitating, meditating right before yours. You waited to close your eyes as if you'd miss something if you didn't keep watching, and he finally kissed you. It felt different: sweet, thoughtful, curious -- a wine you'd first tried under different circumstances but never really appreciated before, but now feared you'd take it for granted.

You gasped, dazed and startled like a shaken sleepwalker as Chan did, indeed, get back in the game. His hands gently pushed you to lean back against the mirror with renewed confidence and he was back on you, kissing you with new vigor as he tried once again to unfasten the button of your jeans. With newfound success, he grabbed the waistband of your jeans and swiftly yanked them down along with your panties, down to your knees where he paused for just a second. You couldn't help but smirk at Chan's momentary admiration of your pussy on the ledge of the sink. His eyes ticked up to meet yours, staying there as he slowly sank to his knees in front of you. He tugged your jeans down further to your ankles. He ducked under and between your legs, allowing you to spread your knees around him and let him take his time as his lips ghosted over your warm heat.

"Alright," he smirked, "I'm not exactly a pro at this, but--" His sudden groan was delicious as you raked your fingers into his hair and tugged him close, causing a premature kiss between his lips and your damp pussy. He quickly became accustomed after his initial taste, a deep moan following his tongue into your wet folds. You bit down a moan, your teeth digging into your lip as your hips rolled against Chan's tongue.

Your ears perked at the sound of a zipper and a small smile pulled at your lips, content to know how turned on Chan was to please you. A noticeable change occurred in his rhythm as his hands transitioned from clutching your thighs, to one gripping his rigid cock, the other beginning to dip into your dripping juices and tease your quivering hole.

"Is it good?" You asked, chest heaving and your head dizzy.

He pulled up, his shameless smile slick with you. "You're fucking delicious," he breathed.

The moment his tongue affectionately laved your clit in combination with his fingers slowly slipping inside your depths, you cried out, unable to hold back and earning the biggest shit-eating grin from the man between your legs. He resumed eating you ravenously, his tongue and fingers probing you in tandem as you slowly ascended your peak. Were the lights in this bathroom always so intense? Your knuckles were pale wrapped in Chan's hair, the veins beneath scripting thoughts you were still too afraid to say.

"Chris," you wavered, your thighs trembling where they sat on his shoulders, "I'm going to fucking cum --"

"Oh yeah?" He raised his eyebrows as his fingertips crooked up inside you. "Show me, baby."

Your cheeks washed crimson at the sweet name, nearly thrown off track but brought back the moment he resumed pumping his tongue and fingers together, the syncopated ministrations bringing you higher and higher until you couldn't hold it anymore. A bolt of lightning traveled up your spine, circling your head before finally striking. Your fingers knitted into Chan's hair, you cried out and roughly ground your pussy against his mouth as your orgasm washed over you.

But he didn't stop. He dug in harder, you could actually feel his dark smirk as you nearly screamed. He caught you just in time, shooting a hand up to clamp over your mouth as he kept tasting your dripping folds. After all, there was a room of people just outside.

"Chris," you whimpered into his palm, "please, please, please."

Please, stop? Please, more? You had no clue, your eyes were practically rolled back in your head.

He backed up just a breath away. "We don't stop until I finish," he moaned, his husky growl reverberating against your ignited nerves before he fucked you harder. Where was this new edge coming from? Something about it intrigued you to no end. A second peak came into view when an alarm suddenly went off on your phone. You regretfully kicked Chan off of you before digging the beeping monstrosity out of your jacket pocket.

"What is it?" Chan asked, bewildered.

"Oh shit," you wheezed, still coming back to earth, "we have to go. Come on. The gate is at the other end of the concourse."

Chan was left speechless for a second, still kneeling on the floor before sighing deep and shoving his hard-on back into his jeans. He watched as you swiftly -- and with eerie efficiency -- pulled your clothing back in place, checked your hair, and leaned down to wipe his dripping chin with your jacket sleeve after you re-situated his clothing as well. You pulled him to his feet, dragging him behind you down to the front desk and grabbing your bags before sprinting down the concourse, all the while digging new face masks out of your backpack and quickly snapping them on before arriving at the gate.

Thankfully, the seats you were vying for were open, and you could nearly hear applause as you hauled Chan down the jet bridge and got settled in first class. Finally, as the plane was taxiing, you pulled out your notebook to get some neglected work done. Chan, headphones on and looking agitated, reached over, plucked your pen out of your hand, and scribbled in the margin of your notebook page.

So, if I’m not going to finish, we at least definitely have more than enough time to talk now, right?

[To be continued.]

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 9 - The Flu Hits Home

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.9k words

Chapter 9 - The Flu Hits Home

As you stood beside the counter, running a hand through your hair, you could faintly hear Hoseok reading to the girls. Hearing his high-pitched voice as he read the story, it really made you smile. You were so glad that Hoseok had no problem reading to them. Curiosity got the better of you after a few more minutes, you walked towards the bedroom. The door was opened slightly, allowing you to get a glimpse of Min Ja’s bed.

           Hoseok was sitting with his back against the wall, book in his hands. Min Ja was sitting beside him, snug under her pink covers. Grinning, she watched as he turned the pages. Hyo Bin was on the other side of him, her eyes mostly closed. She was probably very close to falling asleep as she rested on his chest. Hoseok was beaming as he read the story, Min Ja copying all his wild noises and voices.

           “And then, the little girl ran alllllll the way through the forest with the magic jewel.” Hoseok beamed, pointing to the little girl on one page. “See? Look…. weeeee.” He traced his finger along the trail, and Min Ja stuck her finger out to do the same, giggling as they both made the noise together, quiet enough to not wake Hyo Bin up. “Where’s she going?”

           “She’s going to the castle.” Min Ja pointed out. “But I can’t tell you why because you have to read it.”

           “Oh, okay.” Hoseok chuckled a bit, turning the page. Resting against the door frame, you watched Hoseok finish the story about a princess who saved the world. Min Ja was getting sleepier and sleepier with every turning page, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she rested against Hoseok to listen to him read it. When he noticed she was getting sleepier, his voices toned down just a bit. “Wow, that was good, huh?” He asked, closing the finished storybook.

           “Mhm…” Min Ja nodded, rubbing her eyes.

           “Are you tired now?”

           “No. You have to read another one.” You murmured. Hoseok chuckled.

           “Min Ja, it’s time to go to sleep. Mr. Hobi read you a story already…” You finally cut in, walking towards the bed. You took Hyo Bin into your arms, not waking her up as she curled into your touch.

           “Mr. Hobi?” Min Ja began, yawning as she watched Hoseok get up off the bed. “Can you read more stories soon?”

           “Of course, I can.” He said cheerfully, watching you set Hyo Bin into her bed and tucking her under the covers. “But it’s time to sleep now, alright?”

           “Kay…” she pouted, nuzzling under her covers. You walked over, fixing her blankets before planting a small kiss on her forehead. Min Ja’s big eyes closed after a few moments, and it wasn’t long before the room was filled with only the sounds of faint snoring. Turning to Hoseok, you motioned for him to quietly exit the room, closing the door behind you.

           “I appreciate that…” you said softly as the two of you returned to the living room.

           “It was fun.” He said happily. “But it’s been a long day, I’m exhausted.” He admitted, letting out an exhausted sighed. “Taking care of two girls for a whole day is crazy.”

           “Please, tell me more about it.” You teased sarcastically, crossing your arms. Hoseok grinned a bit as you led him to the door. He slid on his shoes, grabbed his belongings, and turned to you.

           “I hope you had a good time today.” He said sweetly.

           “I had a lot of fun. I appreciate you taking us out like this.”

           “Of course. Like I said, I wanted to help de-stress you guys. Did it work?”

           “Well, my back still hurts, I’m starting to see double, and I really want a drink. So, not much has changed.” You replied, a grin forming on your face. “But I did get that amazing video of you being terrified by that snake.”

           “Aaaaaaah…” Hoseok groaned. “I cannot believe you got that on video. You do realize how long that thing was, right?”

           “Yeah. That made it even funnier. I think it was trying to play with you.”

           “Well, I wasn’t interested.” Hoseok huffed. You laughed again as the memory flashed through your mind. As you stopped yourself from laughing, you glanced up at Hoseok again. You felt so calm, which was what Hoseok was trying to have happened. Sure, any day dragging around two children under five would leave any sane person exhausted, but internally, you felt so calm and so relieved that you got to spend a day just enjoying yourself instead of stressing out over the thought of Weong-Bin and his idiocy. When was the last time you felt that way? You had no idea. Without thinking, you took a step closer to Hoseok, and he blinked. “Hm?”

           “Hey…weird request…but can I have a hug?” Without hesitation, Hoseok grinned and opened up his arms.

           “Of course.” He said, practically beaming. Almost immediately, you latched yourself onto him, your hands wrapping around his torso. He was so warm, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle your head into his chest. You could hear him chuckle as his arms wrapped around you. “Not that I mind, but any particular reason?”

           “Your hugs always made me feel better, that’s all.”

           “So, I could have saved a whole days’ worth of won today if I had just given you a hug?” He teased. You both let out a small laugh, and you only hugged him tighter. “I’m kidding.”

           “I know.” You said. “Thank you for today.”

           “Ahh, don’t mention it.” He repeated again. “I like spending time with you.”

           “I hope we get to do more stuff like this.”

           “Just let me know when you’re free and we can work it out.” He said simply. You sighed, closing your eyes as you just allowed this tight hug to envelop your entire body. “…Is there anything else bothering you?” He asked curiously.

           “Other then the ex-husband stuff? No.” you admitted. “Everything that comes and goes in my mind kind of falls back onto that.”

“Ah…”

You were silent for a moment. There was a wave of emotions hitting you right now, some that were good, and others that you would rather go away and never come back. After that moment passed, you let out a deep, almost frustrated sigh. “Damn you’re so comfy.” You pouted. Hoseok chuckled a bit, resting his chin on top of your head.

           “Thank you.” He said softly. “I’ll wait here for a few more minutes until you’re ready to let go.” You nodded, your hands gripping onto the back of his shirt. At this moment, you felt that if you let him go now, you may never get him back. It felt silly to think such a thing, that much you knew, but still. Being in this moment made you feel safe and content, and you didn’t want that moment to leave you.

           “Okay…” you said softly, finally pulling back from the hug. “I’ll let you get going.” Hoseok nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets, allowing only the thumbs to poke out. “Get home safe.”

           “I will.” He said happily. Nodding, you waved him off as he headed towards the elevator. Slowly closing and locking the door, you took a deep breath of air into your lungs, held it for a moment, and exhaled it out into the air. You always knew deep down, even when you were married, that the way you felt for Hoseok had never truly left you. It wasn’t something you ever spoke about, but you knew it was true. Maybe that was why Weong-Bin didn’t even like the guy. You knew him in college, and he was well aware of your relationship with Hoseok from beginning to end. Feeling your mind begin to race with different thoughts and feelings, you knew it was time to go to bed.

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           Sunday was a good day too, another one that you had off. You spent the time with the girls in the apartment, giving the family a chance to sleep in before getting up and spending as much time as you could coloring, watching TV, or just playing some games. Time to just have a lazy day with the girls did not come around often, but you were so happy when it did. The three of you were sitting around the kitchen table, just after lunch, coloring. Min Ja was drawing pictures of the zoo to show to her daycare friends the next day, and Hyo Bin was scribbling. Well, sort of. She had woken up crankier than usual, but you assumed she was still lethargic from the day prior and needed more time to sleep. However, she was absolutely refusing to be put down for a nap. You were unsure why, you could see that she was tired, but every time you tried to put her into bed, she would kick and scream and cry, begging to be picked up again. It was odd, but you tried to push it off as a rough day, one that would balance itself out as the hours passed.

           It didn’t though. Instead, it only got worse. As Sunday turned to Monday, you found Hyo Bin only getting fussier and more difficult with every passing hour. It got to the point where she refused to eat. Anything that was put near her the mouth was quickly rejected and met with a fit of whimpers and sobs instead. You had no idea what to do. Trying to think of something quick, you gave her some children’s medicine, one that induced some drowsiness, and put her to bed early.

           “Mommy, what’s wrong with Hyo Bin?” Min Ja asked curiously as she watched you exit your daughter’s room. You sighed.

           “I don’t know. Maybe she’s getting sick.” You admitted.

           “Oh…” She nodded.

           “Yeah. So how about you sleep in my bed with me tonight? Just so we don’t get sick too.” Min Ja’s eyes sparkled, and she nodded eagerly.

           “Okay!” She said happily. You helped her get ready for bed, and the two of you spent the next little while snuggled under your covers with the TV on. Nothing much for kids was on at this hour, just a few different cartoons and game shows that kept Min Ja giggling at chatting for an extra hour. It wasn’t too much longer before the sound of the TV lulled Min Ja to sleep, and you turned it off. Hoping that whatever was bothering Hyo Bin would pass, you found yourself unable to sleep, anticipating the worst.

           Unfortunately for you, just as you were about to go to sleep, your mind trying to assure itself that Hyo Bin was most likely getting a little cold and would be fine, you heard a noise coming from the girl’s bedroom off the baby monitor. The sound of whimpering, the sound of sobbing, the sound of gagging. Quickly, you shot up in your bed, the sudden shift waking Min Ja up from her slumber as you got out of bed and hurried into the bedroom.

           “Hyo Bin?” you called out, turning the light on and hurrying over to the crib. Leaning in, you got a good look at your daughter. She was pale as a ghost, her eyes heavy as if she hasn’t slept since you put her into bed. You quickly scooped her up into your arms and pressed a hand to her forehead. “Oh my God, you’re burning up.” You gasped, rubbing her back. “Okay…okay…” Hyo Bin weakly gripped onto your nightshirt, sniffling as you tried to calm her down. She was coughing and wheezing as if she was struggling to catch her breath. “Ooooh baby, okay. Let’s go take your temperature.” Heading out of the room and towards the bathroom, you passed Min Ja, who was standing at the door watching.

           “Mommy?” she called out in curiosity. When she saw you enter the bathroom, she quickly followed. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” you could hear in her voice that she was starting to get scared.

           “Nothing, Min. Go back to Mommy’s bed. Hyo Bin just isn’t feeling well.”

           “Noo…” she whimpered, eyes watering as she hid behind the bathroom door. You sighed, deciding arguing would only make things worse. You sat on the toilet, Hyo Bin in your lap as you put the thermometer in her ear. She tried to squirm a bit, but you managed to get a temperature.

           “…Oh God, 103 degrees. You sighed, holding Hyo Bin close as she continued to cough. It was deep, and you could hear the phlegm in her chest as she coughed, making her whine. “Okay…” standing up, you headed into the kitchen and attempted to find an ice pack or cooling rag to use. When you did, you placed the cold rag around her neck and heard her let out a deep sigh. “There you go, better, huh?” you smiled softly, rubbing her back.

           “Mamaaaa…” she sobbed, sniffling. You tried to soothe her as you thought about how you needed to take off work for god knows how long, and somehow get Min Ja to go to daycare without causing too much of a fuss.

           “I know, sweetie. We’re going to go see Doctor Park tomorrow, yeah?” You hummed softly, kissing her forehead. You continued trying to soother her back to sleep, but there was no way it was going to happen. Checking the time, you saw it was 1 that next morning, and you needed to get Min Ja to sleep so she wouldn’t be tired the next day. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” You led the girls back inside, having Min Ja get into bed with the promise that you would stay in there with Hyo Bin. You made sure to keep your distance, grabbing a mask from the bathroom and using it to cover Hyo Bin’s mouth in case she coughed anymore. “Min Ja, you need to go to bed.” You said softly, watching your daughter toss and turn in her sleep.

           “I don’t wanna.” She pouted. “I wanna stay with you and Hyo Bin.”

           “If you don’t rest, you’ll get sick too.” You pleaded. “I promise, I’ll be right here.” Hyo Bin let out a few more coughs into her mask and you rubbed her back. “Please, Min….” Min Ja pouted, nuzzling her head into the pillow as she pulled the blanket over herself. You watched her eyes stare at you for what felt like forever, but the darkness of the room and the silence caused exhaustion to overcome her, and she was soon fast asleep. With that settled, you walked back out into the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs, Hyo Bin in your arms as you tried to get her to sleep next. She was much more of a challenge, sobbing and fussing the entire time. Every moment that she seemed she would be falling asleep; a deep cough would hit and startle her back awake. You knew that there was no way you were getting any sleep.

           The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring from your bedroom. You had fallen asleep on the couch with Hyo Bin on your chest only an hour ago, but it felt like five minutes. Groaning, you got up, carrying Hyo Bin in your arms. She was still sleeping soundly, and you took her to her room, placing her in her crib so that you could go get Min Ja ready.

           “I don’t wanna go to daycare, I wanna stay home!” Min Ja begged, trying to stop you from getting her dressed.

           “Sweetie, please.” You begged. “I need to take Hyo Bin to the doctor and if you’re to close, then you’ll get sick too. I can’t have two sick babies, now can I?” You asked. Min Ja felt her eyes start to water, and she quickly hugged you. “Min Ja…” you sighed softly, holding her close to you. “Hyo Bin will be okay.” You said. “I promise. I’ll pick you up early. I just need to take her to the doctor…”

           “Okay…” she sniffled.

           “Besides, don’t you want to tell the kids all about the zoo?” you asked curiously. Min Ja nodded. “I’ll send Miss Yun Yun the pictures while we wait for the doctor, I promise.” Min Ja sniffled, wiping her eyes dry. “Okay, good. Now, to call out of work.”

           When you called, you got Jungkook on the phone. Explaining the situation, he said that today looked like it was going to be slow, since not that many appointments were scheduled. It almost made him laugh when you asked to make an appointment for Hyo Bin as early as possible, and he managed to get you in first. Relief washed over you knowing that the staff insisted you take as much time as needed. With everything settled and prepared, you threw on a pair of stretch pants and a tee-shirt before whisking your kids out the door.

           After dropping Min Ja off at the daycare, and having another mini battle wither about going, you were on the next train to the doctor’s office. Hyo Bin had woken up by now and still had a deep cough, making you keep your distance from everyone else on the train. While you were glad that she began to show symptoms earlier rather than later, you knew that by the severity of the symptoms that you were going to be out of work for a few more days.

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           “Alright, come on in.” Dr. Park called, smiling as you entered the waiting room. “Much different seeing you here without scrubs on.” He teased, making you chuckle.

           “I know, I’m sorry it was so last minute.”

           “Oh please, kid’s getting the flu is always last minute.” Once you got into the room, he began an examination of Hyo Bin. He knew all of her shots and records because he was the one to administer them to her since birth. Hyo Bin was squirming, not wanting to be touched, but being a professional, Dr. Park was able to complete the examination anyway. “Yeah, it definitely looks like the flu. She’ll be out of commission for a year the next four days.”

           “Christ, I don’t have anyone to babysit her.”

           “Don’t worry.” He assured. “You’ve racked up a lot of time off. Use it, stay with her.”

           “But who will you get?”

           “Actually, Seokjin was asking about taking a few hours here and there for some extra cash. I’ll call him and see if he can take over your shift at all.” You sighed in relief, though finding this out was new information. “I’ll go make that call and write her a prescription. You’ll be out of here in no time.”

           “Thanks.” You said softly, smiling as you watched him walk out. Moments later, there was a knock at the door again, and Jungkook stepped in.

           “Hey.” He smiled. “How is she?”

           “Flu.” You sighed. “I won’t be here for a while. Dr. Park said Seokjin might be able to take my hours for the next few days.” Jungkook grinned. He had always liked Seokjin, since Seokjin trained him when he first got hired. Jungkook saw Hyo Bin resting against your chest, hiding her face as she coughed into her little mask. When Dr. Park returned with the prescription and also confirming that Seokjin would be working those hours, you hummed and left with a thank you.

           On the train ride back home, you called in the prescription and then phoned Seokjin. It rang for a moment, but then he answered.

           “Heeeello~? World Wide Handsome speaking.” You heard him say. It’s been a while since you really got to speak to him.

           “Hey.” You hummed. “Dr. Park told me you’re taking hours again at the office. Is work not going well?”

           “Hm? Oh no. Work is going wonderful! But you would know if you came to see me.” He huffed playfully, and you chuckled. “But I only work four days a week at night. I need more money, so I called and asked if I could work a few hours here and there at the office in the mornings.” He explained. “And my first day back, I’m taking over for you? Lucky meeeee.” You chuckled a bit. You could hear him set you on speakerphone, most likely to get himself ready to hop on the next train to the office.

           “Well I’ll let you go get ready.” You hummed. “I’m going home to sleep, I’m exhausted.”

           “You sound it.” Seokjin teased, laughing a bit. “But I hope Hyo Bin gets better.”  

           “Thanks.” You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Hyo Bin was sound asleep the entire train ride home, thank god. You made sure to stop and pick up her medicine, along with a few home remedies from the local pharmacy, before taking Hyo Bin home. She slept soundly in her bed, the medicine coursing through her little body, and you collapsed on the couch not long after her. You were exhausted, only running on about 3 hours of sleep, if even that. It wasn’t long before sleep overtook you as well, and the apartment was silent.

           You slept for what felt like forever, but it was only for a few hours, before Hyo Bin stirred from her sleep and began coughing. Forcing yourself out of your seat, you headed into the bedroom. It had been almost 12 hours since your daughter had really eaten anything of substance, so that was the next thing to accomplish on your list.

           Hyo Bin was a lot easier to feed than she has been over the past few days. She took some scrambled eggs and juice without much fuss, and you could see how relaxed and calmer she looked now that she was eating. It calmed you down too, and though her coughing was still horribly deep, and she was still warm, you were glad she was eating again.

           “Feel better?” you hummed, smiling as Hyo Bin nodded. “Let’s go inside…” You found yourself sitting on the couch, your muscles relaxing as you turned on the TV. Hyo Bin lied on the couch, and you put a blanket over her before turning to her favorite channel. Time passed idly, the noise from the TV keeping Hyo Bin occupied as she drifted in and out of sleep. You took this newfound time to do some house cleaning. Dishes were finally removed from the dishwasher, you got to clean the counters, clean up the girl’s rooms, and do some laundry. It was exhausting, but if you didn’t do it now, it would never get done. You made sure to watch Hyo Bin closely, checking up on here every once in a while, as she slept on the couch. Once the bedroom was cleaned, you transferred your sleeping toddler into bed, turning on some soft music in hopes of keeping her to sleep with the gentle noise. It was just as you were heading inside to get some lunch for yourself when your phone began to ring. “Hm?”

           Pulling your phone from your back pocket, you saw that Hobi was calling you. You had changed his contact photo to a picture of him with the girls that you had taken at the zoo. He was sitting beside Min Ja with Hyo Bin on his lap, the selfie angled up to get all three of them in it. Min Ja was throwing up a peace sign with Hoseok, and Hyo Bin was holding her bag of popcorn in her hands. It was a cute picture. Smiling, you quickly answered.

           “Hey.” You said happily.

           “Hey.” He hummed happily. “I hope I’m not bothering you. Are you at work?”

           “No, not today.” You sighed. “Hyo Bin must have gotten sick at the zoo. She’s got a massive fever and hasn’t really been eating too much all day.” Hoseok let out a deep, sympathetic sigh.

           “Aww, man. That’s rough. I hope she gets better soon.”

           “Thank you. She’s sleeping now. Hopefully, the medicine will break the fever in a few days…” you let out a deep sigh. “Are you working today?”

           “Sort of. Jimin and I have started some auditions for the upcoming year. We start in about 20 minutes, so I thought I would just call and see how you were doing.” You couldn’t help but smile at the idea that you were first on Hoseok’s mind more and more with each passing day.

           “I hope that goes well.” You said. “Are you still just focusing on the studio's hip hop class?”

           “Yeah. Jimin said depending on who auditions, we might expand and add a few more classes for a few different ages.”

           “That’s wonderful.” You said happily. “I told you it would happen.” Hoseok chuckled. “Well, I’ll let you go. Let me know how auditions go, okay?”

           “I will.” He said. “And tell Hyo Bin to get better soon.”

           “Will do.”

           “Mostly because as soon as she’s better, I was hoping that you and I can get dinner again.” Hearing that made another smile grace your lips. “I know it’s something we’ve been talking about for a while.”

           “Yeah. That actually sounds really nice.” You said happily. “A friend of mine has been pestering me for months to come to see him at the restaurant he works at.” Hoseok chuckled a bit.

           “That sounds perfect. We’ll start making plans once Hyo Bin is feeling better again.”

           “Alright, sounds good.” You hummed. “I should get going, though.”

           “Absolutely. I’ll let you go.” Hoseok said. “Bye~.”

           “Bye.” You hung up and set your phone back in your pocket, biting your lip at the thought of going out to dinner with Hoseok again. It had been a while since both of you had alone time with one another, and it was something you were missing. So, you were hoping that Hyo Bin would get better as soon as possible, for both your sakes.

           Hyo Bin slept soundly until you had to go get Min Ja from daycare. You felt bad that you had promised to pick her up early, but after cleaning the house and trying to get things ready, you realized that more time had passed than you wanted to. Luckily, Min Ja didn’t really seem to notice. You had sent over the pictures of the zoo, and Min Ja spent the entire day talking about her experiences petting the alpacas, seeing the bears, and even tried to tell the story about the giant snake that terrified Hoseok and Hyo Bin. She even showed her red panda stuffed animal to her friends, which you brought with you upon picking her up.

           “Everyone said they liked my pictures, Mommy.” Min Ja beamed happily as you brought her back into the house.

           “That’s great, sweetie.” You said happily. “I told you everyone would enjoy it.”

           “Is Hyo Bin feeling better?” she asked curiously, looking up to see her sleeping sister in your arms.

           “She’s doing better.” You said happily. “But she needs to take medicine. Her shot didn’t work and she got the flu.”

           “Oh…” Min Ja said softly.

           Upon entering the house, you got Hyo Bin into bed and put the TV on for Min Ja before starting on dinner. Surprisingly, when you served the simple meal to your daughters, Hyo Bin was taking the food down without issue again. You were glad to see that she was eating, and hoping that it was a sign of her quick recovery.

           The girls went to bed early that night, you gave them a quick bath and managed to read one story before the girls were out like a light. With a kiss to their foreheads and a firm tuck into bed, you headed into your room and threw on a pair of freshly cleaned pajamas.

           “God, what a day…” you mumbled, curling up in bed and putting a pillow over your face. You tried to take solace in the idea that once Hyo Bin was feeling better, you would be getting yourself ready for another dinner date with Hoseok. That made you excited, and it made you motivated. Thoughts of that day helped you relax enough to fall asleep.

           You had slept for about 3 hours, before the sound of feet rushing into your room startled you awake. Sitting up, you saw Min Ja standing at the end of your bed. Turning on the light, you saw Min Ja looked frantic, eyes wide.

           “Min Ja? What’s wrong?!” You gasped.

           “Hyo Bin is coughing super loud, Mommy…I think she’s throwing up.” Min Ja said. Almost immediately, you jumped up and hurried into the bedroom, the sound of your daughter gagging, coughing and sobbing just as she was the previous night. Upon entering the room, you saw Hyo Bin standing up in her bed, face pale as she was covering her mouth.

           “Hyo Bin.” You hummed, scooping her up in your arms. She clung to you as you led her into the bathroom, giving her a toilet to continue any throwing up she had to do. You sighed, rubbing her back as you tried to calm her down. Min Ja was once again standing by the door, peeking her little head in as she watched her sister sob into your arms. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Your tummy is just not ready to eat the food right now. It’s okay.” As Hyo Bin finally calmed down, her body shaking as she coughed, you let out a deep and frustrated groan.

           The flu was a bastard of an illness, and you just wished you could take the burden of this pain from her, and get rid of it faster.

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BTS as your best friends:

I’m kind of proud of this and it’s my first one so yeah. If you like it please like or reblog, it’d mean the world to me. Thank you! x

KIM SEOKJIN

okay hands down Jin would be such a good best friend

He’s very protective of you

10/10 would get triggered if someone hurt/upset you

comforts you by putting on a funny movie and chills with you on the sofa or tells you an endless supply of his dad jokes

If you go shopping with him, it’d be like a father and child moment

he keeps telling you to stop messing with stuff on the shelves

continuously jokes around and tells you to put things back

and will definitely ask you what you think he should eat next on EatJin

actually, when he does EatJin you’re usually behind the camera just lying around on his bed or whatever, keeping quiet and playing games on your phone

because I get the impression that Jin loves it when he’s got company and he’s in someone else’s presence

asjskjskjsjs does that even make sense

like he just wants you to be there

even if you ain’t doing anything together

you’re just doing your own thing while he does his

he loves that

also because he’s a Mario fan, and he can be extra af, I think if you guys couldn’t decide who got to choose, between the two of you, something like which takeaway you should order

then you are playing Mario Kart and the winner gets to choose

and boi boy does he get competitive at Mario Kart

if you do win though, expect to witness a spluttery loud-ass Jin

not that he genuinely cares that you get to choose the food

I mean, he loves food so whatever you choose he will eat anyway

but he gets chaotic because he knows you find it funny

he’ll do anything to make you laugh

believe me when I say Jin lives to see you happy

being your best friend, he’s seen you upset and at your worse

which upset him in return

so he makes it his mission to make you smile and laugh when you’re with him

MIN YOONGI

Lets you chill in his studio whenever you want

you even have the password

you just walk in most evenings, pass him some food and drinks, and try your best to help him with whatever he’s working on this time

he appreciates this so much

you still annoy him a lot but lets be honest he wouldn’t want it any other way

the other guys often say that you and Yoongi are like a couple

surprisingly Yoongi doesn’t really care that they call you guys a couple

matter of fact, it probably doesn’t help the situation that you and Yoongi are  a l w a y s  cuddling

Like if you are on the sofa watching a film with the guys, you best expect his head to be on your shoulder, face nuzzled into your neck, arms draped over your stomach, by the end of the night

he just finds you comfy

similarly, if you are with him in his studio and its really late

and you refuse to leave without him because you know he’s tired too

he’ll be all huffy for a bit, but neither of you end up leaving because you’re both so stubborn

instead you’ll end up on his lap, your face on his chest, while he continues to work

and when he’s finally done, if you look too exhausted he’ll just take you back to his place and let you stop there for the night

you always beg him to teach you the piano

“but Yoongi you’re the piano god”  “go away y/n”

he insults you everyday but only because he loves you and he knows you can handle it because you insult him right back

you balance each other out perfectly

he’s calm and collected

you’re more bubbly and giggly enthusiastic

both of you are equally savage though

normally all you do is either hang out at his place or his studio

if you do go out then it’ll be at night, where it is typically quieter

you’ll go get a coffee or some food and just drive around, talking for ages and listening to music, time running away with you

so much sass omg

JUNG HOSEOK

Takes you shopping and judges your fashion choices

when he comes back from tour, he’ll have lots of gifts for you even though you always tell him not to bring you anything back

also if you used to be scared of loud noises well,, lets just say you’re not anymore

you’re used to his happy outbursts and sound effects

but you also know the other side to him that the public doesn’t see

ofc he’s not always going to be the happy, bubbly jhope you see through the cameras

he can truly be himself when he’s around you and he can relax

but when he is acting loud and chirpy he sort of rubs off on you

like your enthusiasm is fed by his enthusiasm

so good luck to those around you because they basically have to handle jhope x2

you get on so well with his family, especially his sister

with his sister being into clothes and fashion too, when you visit her with hoseok, she always compliments your outfits

and hobi will be smirking in the corner because (like i said above) he takes you shopping

and trust me, he would not let you leave that shop with ugly clothes

have you seen that man

he’s the fashion icon

so he takes full credit for every one of your outfits

always gets you to dance with him

he enjoys teaching you new BTS choreography

you’re both easily scared so if there’s a bug for example, the situation would go down like this

“Hobi you get rid of it!”

“No why should it be me? I think you should do it”

“No, i’m scared! You do it!”

“Y/N you’re closer to it, just do it!”

This arguing back and forth lasts for a few minutes until the bug flies/crawls away and you both run off screaming that its gonna attack you

so yeah, literally never a dull moment when Hoseok is your best friend!

KIM NAMJOON

Lowkey wants you both to match outfits but he would never ask you

could either be goofy with you or he’ll go completely psychological on your ass

there’s no in-between with Joon

You sometimes have to remind him that hes only human and reassure him he’s a great leader because I feel like he’d sometimes get in his own head and let the haters get to him, yknow?

You just gotta keep telling him he’s doing a great job and help him not let the stress get the better of him

You’re always there for him, supporting him

and he’s always there for you too

listens to all your problems

he gives the best advice

he’s also very protective of you

yknow when he clenches his jaw? or he raises one of his eyebrows? omg please tell me you know what i’m talking about well he’d do that if some one hurt you and he’d get hella mad

your family love him

they say he’s a very positive influence on you

he gets you to help him write lyrics because you’re his “muse”

he always convinces bighit to let you come on tour

even if he has to pay for you himself, you are coming

always leaves his broken stuff in your room

recommends you books to read (regardless of whether you actually like to read or not)

he is also the reason why you’re dirty minded

like forget expensive girl, have you ever heard ‘trouble’??

you’ll be with the other guys and you two just accidentally end up speaking English and the other guys are like..um hELLO?

PARK JIMIN

okay so I can imagine Jimin buying him and his best friend matching necklaces or something?

hear me out

its christmas day and Jimin passes you a small black box

inside is a necklace with a small key on it and engraved onto the key is “PJM 1995″ 

and you’re like “why have you gotten me a necklace with YOUR initials and birth year”

and then he shows you his necklace and it has your initials and your birth year

like this idea is so cute it makes me so soft sjweufbewjfn

will flirt with you just to make you laugh or maybe because he loves you or wHaTeVeR

he gives the best hugs

like BTS have already confirmed this in an interview

if you’re feeling down and need a hug, Jimin is your man 

he is always with you

and if he isn’t, then he is texting you

you guys are inseparable

if he gets drunk around you then you’re gonna have this clingy, sappy, emotional, koala of a man wrapped around you for the night because he will not leave your side even for a second

its cute tho

but that also means he has a hard time during tour because you are usually not there with him

always drags you to his family parties and such 

you love to go, and he knows you do, but you always whine when he asks you just to make him laugh 

his mom loves you!!

not gonna lie she ships you both and when you go see her, Jimin has to beg her not to say anything about it to you

he loves to rest his head on your shoulder and you like to do the same

G I G G L E S

If you mention how short he is then good luck because he’s gonna chase you down and tickle you until he hears an apology

not that he really cares though

he just jumps at any chance to see a smile on your face

KIM TAEHYUNG

personal hype man

his camera roll is full of pictures of you

hates it when you’re sad

if you’re sad then just letting you know you’re in for a treat

he would organise a sleepover and would aim to cheer you up for the entire night

you always laugh at his pingu impression 

you’re like Yeontan’s mom 

yeontan l o v e s you

you’ll go to Tae’s house and as soon as you open the door, yeontan will run straight to you 

you walk yeontan together at night whilst you share headphones listening to whatever’s on tae’s playlist

recommends you music because hands down this boy has the best taste in music FITE ME

He’s a big fan of skinship so people actually mistake you guys for a couple sometimes

plays with your hair all the time

your parents love him and treat him like he’s part of the family

your parents would genuinely love it if you two dated 

Tae doesn’t mind it when they ask you questions like

“so are you two together yet?”

but you get annoyed purely because you find it so embarrassing

Tae just laughs it off and makes a joke out of it

“no i could never date y/n because her feet smell”

if you need a hug, he’s there

and he’ll sway you side to side and by the end of it you’re laughing so much because he’s hella goofy and you love it

JEON JUNGKOOK

Bullies you all day everyday (but you know he’s only joking)

sends you memes when you both should be asleep

he definitely has a crush on you or at least he has had one at some point in time

doesn’t stop teasing you

he’s so competitive and has to prove he’s better than you in everything

likes to hug you from behind

eats steals your food

you constantly steal his hoodies and he gets annoyed

but he can’t stay mad at you for too long though

he lives for your compliments

though it normally ends up with you playfully hitting his chest when his ego grows a little too big

he is never serious with you

always has his arm around you, it’s like a habit

always stares at you 

always bursts into your room to hang out and then ends up sleeping in your bed

when he’s feeling cocky, he takes his shirt off and tries to make you feel his muscles

when he’s all sweaty from either going to the gym or dance practice, he makes it his mission to find you and get you to hug him while you’re screaming that he’s all sweaty and “gross”

the guys are convinced you two are dating

and Guk lowkey wishes you were but you didn’t hear that from me ;)

he wants you to play with his hair 24/7

being best friends with him means that, if you weren’t already into video games, then you definitely are now

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Ooh if you're comfortable sharing any, what are some of your favorite fanfics? (If not that's ok, I don't often share mine with people, haha)

I would love to talk about my favorite fanfics! I would definitely NOT talk about my favorite fanfics anywhere else lmao but tumblr is my oversharing space anyway 🤷‍♀️. One thing you should know though is that I like angsty fanfics (with a happy ending). I read some dark stuff. So it might not be your cup of tea, and that's okay!

Now we have that out of the way, lets talk my all time favorite fanfic that I would die for:

It's gets worse before it gets better by Captainmentalstability.

Summary:

After dying at a much too young age, Kim Namjoon is a guardian angel. Now he is faced with the prospect of saving three young lives - Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook - by taking on a human form and keeping them safe. But as time goes on, he grows fonder of each of them than he ever expected to, and the line between right and wrong starts blurring little by little as he watches their relationships change.

Kim Taehyung, abused by his father from a young age.

Jeon Jungkook, used to being used and discarded.

Min Yoongi, lost and hopeless, ready for his life to end.

And the only thing Namjoon knows for sure, is that the four of them need each other.

This story. Omg. This story will never stop amazing me. It's sooooo well written. The writer is so freaking good at expressing the emotions of the characters and really making you feel them. They aproach serious themes in such a respectful and real way and I really appreciate that. personally I love this fic because I relate to some (or a lot OOPS) of it and it made me understand myself a little better. I've never read anything that evoked that many emotions in me, honestly. Sometimes I go back to it just to read that one part where that one character expresses that one thing because I have a hard time finding words for what I myself am feeling. It just feels so real and good and sjsnjekkeek yeah. I love it a lot. It made me cry. But I love it a lot.

Dark stuff aside, it's also really amazing to see all the characters bound and come together and form friendships. I came here for the angst, but I definitely stayed for the healing and growing :'). I'm so freaking overprotective over these characters okay I would consider murder if anyone came close to them. Reading this for the first time involved a lot of throwing my phone away in ANGER because they were getting hurt or making a stupid decision AGAIN but it also involved a lot of smiling at my phone because omg look at them BOUNDING and TRYING and I AM SO PROUD OF THEM. Also namjoon in this story is the wisest man on the planet and I would 100% take life advice from him. Sometimes I'm going through a rough time and I'm literally thinking "what would Guardian! Namjoon say?". I'm not kidding. This fanfic did that. I am currently rereading it so I have a lot of feelings about it as you can tell.

This story is part of a series so if you like this one you are in for a treat because there are literally 3 more.

Another amazing story is:

Home is (this house and the people in it) by Fruitily.

Summary:

"Okay,” namjoon says slowly, “you can’t just drag strangers home with you because they tell you their name.”

"we didn’t kidnap him. he is here very much of his own volition,” taehyung pipes in. he slaps at jeon jungkook’s shoulder. the boy looks sort of pained, and yoongi can’t blame him. “we met him at a street corner, near jimin’s work. it was raining, and he didn’t have an umbrella, and he was looking kind of lost, so we asked him to come with us.”

"And you just went with them? two strangers? them?” namjoon stresses, and jimin and taehyung look kind of uncertain, like they’re not sure whether they were just insulted.

Jungkook merely shrugs.

"You end up doing all kinds of shit,” he says, and yoongi perks up at the sound of his voice, “when you live out of your car.”

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or: jungkook stays for a night, and then ends up staying a lot longer.

Idk if you can see the overarching theme of found family peaking through but omg I love found family stories so much. Yes please give me a group of friends finding a home in each other and helping each other.

This story isn't as dark as the other one by far! It's been a while since I read it but I mosly just remember a warm feeling in my heart. It's so sweet and nice. It's really a found family story to it's core. There is just a lot of love and warmth and silliness in this story. Also a lot of flustered yoongi. Which is always one of the best things ever.

Also, all of the stories by this writer are amazing!! Really if you just want to smile and Idk be attacked by the sudden need to fall in love with someone, reat fruitily's stories.

Sadly this story isn't finished but a lot of the other ones are!

Than there is also:

The songbird and the sea by maia_archives

Summary:

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

When I first read the summary I wasn't really gonna read it because I never read fantasy but I was intrigued by the fact that it has over 5000 comments. This story has something I generally do not like, and that is the fact that yoongi is a giant asshole in the beginning. Seriously. The man is RUDE and MEAN and unnecessarily violent and cranky. I don't like it when people portray yoongi that way. I do genuinely love this story though and it was my all time favorite for a while! The story telling is amazing. The word building is amazing. I really fell in love with the univere as a whole and I became super invested in it. It just feels really alive. If the premise makes you go "uhhhh what?" I woud really advice you to just give it a a chance. Yoongi will redeem himself later in the story. If you are really sensitive to characters being assholes/getting forgiven maybe this one isn't for you. But otherwise: it's just really good. I would be capable of writing fanfiction about this fanfiction, I'm not kidding. Definitely a story that made me super excited and always curious about what was gonna happen next. I was completely obsessed with it for a while and literally made fan art for it :')

Those are really my favorites tbh. I also really liked blue sided baepsae's by nicowememoney and Scripturient27 but for some ungodly reason I never finished it? I feel like it would definitely be on this list if I had.

Summary:

The employees of Bangtan Time Travel agency—Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook—just want their billion won. And their clients, Jimin and Taehyung, want to see Big Bang. Simple, right? Except their time machine breaks and they end up in a crazy dystopian future with:

- a terrifying hoverboarder with a heart-shaped mouth and a shady hot stranger with really wide shoulders;

- a hoverboard tournament they HAVE to win (except none of them really know how to hoverboard); and

- emotions they can't seem to make sense of (read: love)

[Featuring star-crossed lovers Namjin, we-don’t-like-each-other Yoonseok, sickeningly in love Vmin and a very confused Jungkook who falls in love with a badass female bartender who looks a little too much like his work sunbae Yoongi.]

As I said I never finished this story so I can't really talk about the whole thing but from what I remember it's just really fun and different and interesting. Also they keep describing hoseok as this super cool leather jacket hoverboard guy and that is just a really nice thing to look at in your head.

And that's it! Just as a final note, fanfic is kinda personal? I like a specific kind of story and if you don't like that kind of story that's all okay! If anyone reads any of these feel free to come yell at me because I have been yelling about them in my head for 2 years. I would seriously be capable of writing a book about It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better. Which is low key what I'm doing here.

Thank you for asking!

[silhouetted-beauty]

“Run In: Fate” - Part 7

Genre: Strong Angst with a tiny bit of Fluff

Word Count: 10.4K

A/N: Okay so instead of this being an 8 part series, I think it will be 9 part (idk maybe 10. I’m still working on it). Anyways! Happy Readings!^^

“Yoongi, listen to me, it’s not that I didn’t want to have your baby, I’m just scared to. I’m scared that everything will be perfect; that you, I, and our child will live happily and then it’ll all be taken away. I’d get that call telling me that you are never coming home and I don’t want to experience that. I don’t want my child to experience that either.”

Yoongi closed his eyes at the memory of your words. This was what you were scared of; him missing and eventually being killed off. But he planned of getting out of this alive; somehow. He just hoped you weren’t taken his disappearance badly by worrying yourself sick. Everyone was probably worried about him and wondering where he could be but he knew his friends and family. They were hard at work, trying to find him but you...

“Y/n...” he mumbled at the thought of you.

The last time he saw you, he was the cause of your tears. He saw the hurt in your eyes and if he could, he’d beat his own ass for how he treated you. He shouldn’t have gotten as angry as he did over the news of you having his child. If he was honest with himself, he was actually excited yet nervous of a miniature him running around.

Yoongi smiled. He could picture you now, belly poking out as you sat in the living room reading a book. If he could, he’d sit behind you, running his hands over your growing bump and telling you how much he loved you. Or he’d position his head on your lap, talking and kissing the baby tucked away in the warmth of your stomach. Yoongi wondered if it was a boy or girl, or if you already knew the gender.

The door to the room opened and in walked Sujin, without her loyal servant in tow. Instead, three other men, armed with guns, stood behind her.

“How did your amazing ambush go?” Yoongi teased with a smile. He knew she was up against strong men. His chef and butler were men his father personally picked to defend his property. They weren’t men who were easily defeated.

But Sujin returned his smile. “It went pretty well, seeing how Insu took down one of those stone-cold killers your ‘family’ bragged about.” She stated confidently. “Who would have thought, the man who watched over you as a child, died protecting your home and you weren’t even there. How ironic, wouldn’t you say?”

Yoongi’s mood darkened at the news. Wu Shiwon. He was more than just a butler or his father’s good friend, he was family. He had been by Yoongi’s side for years, if anything, Yoongi considered him as an uncle but most of all, a great friend. Wu Shiwon served well.

“At any case, his death is just the beginning,” Sujin continued. “I’m willing to strike and kill everyone important to you.” One of the men handed a card to her, to which, she holds up to show him a picture of you. You looked the same yet you seemed sad and he could also make out your large baby bump, causing him to believe the picture was recent. The anger in Yoongi rose, causing him to lash out. 

“Leave her out of this!”

“You’ve really been a busy man since I’ve been away. She looks to be about five maybe six months pregnant.”

“If you so much as touch her-”

“You’d what?! I’m sorry, Yoongi but I’m the one with the power. I’m the one in control. And to prove it, I think I will pay your little girlfriend a visit. Maybe carve that baby out of her womb and keep it for myself. You know, I’ve always wanted to be a mother. What better way to be on top than to train your child to be the best servant to my business as a reminder of your generosity.” She bragged.

Letting the fury control him, Yoongi stumbled to his feet due to his weak condition. He figured that he had a few fractured ribs but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. Yoongi was ready to teach Sujin a lesson for even bringing you and his child into the picture.

However, those three men stepped forward and tried to subdue him. Yoongi fought hard, striking one in the face before knocking his head against another one. He managed to knock out the third one before he heard a familiar clicking sound. When he turned his attention to Sujin, she had a gun pointed at him. Neither one of them moved as they stared off.

“Alright, enough fun for one day.” She stated as more men came into the room, beating Yoongi to the state of unconsciousness.

~~~~~

You lied in bed, staring out the window at the nighttime sky as you pondered over your earlier conversation with Mrs. Min. You couldn’t believe the news when you heard it. Mr. Wu had died in combat when unknown attackers had tried to seize Yoongi’s house. Now it made sense why you were staying with his parents. Yoongi’s house was no longer safe for you to be there.

You thought about it for what felt like hours, wondering if Yoongi was okay or if he was even alive seeing how he had been gone over a month. You wondered what would happen if he ever came home. Would he be mad or will he allow you both to move pass it? 

You suddenly heard voices that made you turn your head towards the door. They were muffled so you couldn’t hear what was said but you distinctly heard a male and female voice, more than likely, Yoongi’s parents. Climbing out of bed, you quietly opened the door and eased a bit closer to the conversation.

They were in the living room downstairs and judging by the talk, Mr. Min was angry and Mrs. Min was trying to quiet her husband before he woke you.

“There’s no lead, no information; nothing to go off of to find him.” He stated.

For where you stood, you could see her shadow rubbing his shoulders. “I know how awful you must feel about all of this.”

He scoffed. “You don’t know that half of it.” He sighed. “Not only did I let our enemies win but they have our son and I’ve once again let you down.”

“I’m not upset with you, honey. I know that Yoongi is alive and will come back.”

“I don’t understand how he could let himself get into this predicament.” His mood suddenly turned to anger.

“Yoongi was upset that night. He wasn’t focused on someone watching him. Things like this happen.”

“And what about that girl?!” He yelled. “She’s half to blame for his disappearance!”

“Don’t talk like that.” His mother stated, not liking that her husband secretly blamed you.

“And why not?! From what you’ve told me, she’s been pregnant for months but just now told our son! That kind of information would make any man lose his mind. Does she not trust him? Does she not have any faith in him?”

You listened, wiping away tears at his words. Of course you had faith in Yoongi. That’s why you blamed yourself for this mess. You missed him like crazy and felt awful about this entire situation. If you had told Yoongi sooner, he wouldn’t have felt the need to leave and wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped. He would have had a different response to the news and things wouldn’t have been blown out of proportion. If only you could go back.

“I’ve tried to give Yoongi the benefit of the doubt about his relationship but clearly it’s more one sided and platonic than I thought.” He continued. “Yoongi needs to find a better-“

“Stop!” She screamed at him. “What if she heard the bullshit you are saying? Do you remember our relationship and how hard we fought to be together? It wasn’t easy, not in the lightest sense, but we fought tooth and nail for it! The entire world was against us! Hell! You didn’t even put forth the effort to keep our relationship going so you should be the last person to talk about platonic love.” She sighed, rubbing her hands through her hair. “Let me remind you that ‘that girl’ is carrying your grandchild and the last of your family line if Yoongi doesn’t come back. He loves and chose her to be by his side. Do you think he’d want to hear you talking about her that way? Placing the blame on her will not wipe away your guilt.”

His father remained silent, watching as his wife walk away in anger. You creped away as quietly as you could before escaping into the dark bedroom and falling to the floor once the door was shut. You couldn’t help the tears that continued to fall from your broken figure. Covering your face, you cried hard; choosing to ignore the slight pain in your stomach. The once sleeping baby inside of you was now moving around as you sobbed. This was not what you wanted; to bring sadness to everyone Yoongi knew. You felt as if you plagued everyone’s lives, making it worse; especially for Yoongi.

Reaching for your phone, you dialed the number of your support system that has been by your side since it all begun.

“Are you okay?” Hyolyn tiredly mumbled into the phone.

“No.” you sniffed.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice was now alert with worry.

“I... I just miss Yoongi.” You cried. “I wish I didn’t wait so long to tell him. I wish he didn’t...”

“Y/n...” she sighed. “What happened to Yoongi is unfortunate but you can’t stress yourself out.”

“But I’ve caused this. This is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s not even Yoongi’s fault. The two of you had an argument, just like any couple. The worse thing about this was that someone was lying in wait and gotten lucky. You’re not to blame and neither is he because neither one of you expected this to happen. Now that’s nobody’s fault, the least we could do is keep our hopes high for Yoongi.“

“But-“

“No buts, y/n. If you don’t want another fight to ensue between the two of you, then you need to take care of you and the baby. Yoongi will flip out if you don’t stay healthy, not only for your sake but for the baby as well.”

“Yeah.” You chuckled through your tears at the thought of him overreacting. He was liable to put you on lockdown and nurse you back to help himself if he needed to. “Thank, Lyn. You’re the best.”

“No problem, now get some sleep. We have an exciting day tomorrow.”

You ended the call, taking a deep breath but you felt better. You also didn’t realize that you were rubbing your stomach, soothing the active baby back to sleep. The thought of the next day gave you butterflies. You would finally know the sex of the baby, something you should have known already but never had the time to do. Before you planned on doing that, you had something else to do.

~~~

The next morning, you had woken up, showered, and dressed in a simple plain dress that showed off your protruding belly. Walking out of the room and down the stairs, you went in search of a specific door. Along the way, you couldn’t help but take in the model of the home and how it was decorated. Although it was decorated quite nicely, it felt as though you were walking through a large museum. If you thought Yoongi’s house was big, it was nothing compared to his parents estate.

“Excuse me, Miss. But I’m afraid you cannot enter.” A man stopped you from getting closer to a tall hardwood door. You studied his appearance and wondered who he was. Judging from how Mrs. Min told you that they didn’t have any butlers, you concluded that he must work strictly for her husband.

“It is important that I speak with Mr. Min.” You stated, trying to shake off any nervousness you had felt.

“Give me a moment, please.” He disappeared behind the door and moments later you heard the muffle conversation between both men. “I’m sorry, Miss, but Mr. Min is beginning a meeting and won’t be free to talk for another hour. Perhaps if you come back-“

“I can wait until he is finished. What I have to say is very important.” You said, taking a seat in a nearby chair. 

Mr. Min’s personal assistant watched you with confusion in his eyes before walking away. You sat in silence the entire hour. Occasionally you could hear his father’s deep voice as he talked on the phone but mostly lost in your thoughts of what was going to happening. Your relationship with Yoongi has definitely come a long way but the issue surrounding family has always been a problem lingering nearby that you chose to ignore. Despite both families calling a truce and Yoongi’s mother has been very welcoming towards you; you had gotten the opposite feeling from his father. When you’re around, he doesn’t speak or look in your direction. Besides your parents, who couldn’t make it to the celebration for obvious reasons, the only other person who didn’t come to celebrate your birthday was Yoongi’s father.

His assistant came by and entered the room, closing the door behind him. He was inside briefly before you heard the sounds of the doorknob, causing you to straighten up in your seat.

“My apologies, Miss, but it appears Mr. Min has another meeting that will take more time. If you want to wait-“

At the admission of his words, you stood to your feet and walked straight into the office uninvited. You knew that Yoongi’s father would continue to have meetings just so he wouldn’t have to see and deal with you. His assistant tried his best to stop you by maneuvering you away but you kept shunning away from him. Just as you expected, Yoongi’s father wasn’t too pleased to see you. His face contorted into a slight frown, to which, he didn’t try to hide.

“I’m sorry for intruding but I need to talk to you and I’m not leaving until you hear me out.” You demanded.

His assistant tried one last attempt to get you to leave by grabbing your arm until Yoongi’s father finally spoke.

“Let’s make this quick, I have important business to handle.”

After you both were left alone, you had taken a seat on the opposite side of his desk. The moment you made eye contact, you could feel his unwelcome cold eyes bore a hole through you. You swallowed hard, staring back; refusing to break the hold he had you in. You were going to remain strong no matter what.

“Are you going to talk or not?” He roughly asked. Clearly your presence had annoyed him.

You were quiet at first. “I want to know what is your problem with me? What is it about me that bother you?” You asked, jumping right into the matter.

“On the day when we first met, Yoongi had explained to you about our relationship and you had even called a truce with my father. Back then, I thought you had accepted me but I was wrong. Since that day, you were made aware of Yoongi’s feelings for me but had yet to speak to me and I want to know why? Was it something that I had done? Even now, I can tell that you don’t like me, so much so that you blame me for his disappearance.”

A bit of shock flashed across his face. He wasn’t aware that you had been listening in to the conversation he shared with his wife but it didn’t matter now.

“You are right. I don’t necessarily care for you.”

“Why not?”

“I believe my son can do better when picking a suitor to be by his side.”

“And if that’s not what Yoongi wants... you will have no choice but to accept me.” You stated, trying to keep your anger in check. “I hope you are aware that I’m carrying his baby and that I do plan on being with him for the long run which includes marriage. Whether or not you like me is a problem you’ll have to deal with. I love Yoongi and I’m not going to leave him just because of your preferences. You don’t know how hard Yoongi and I fought to be together and all the bullshit we faced because of it. So I’m here to tell you that no matter how much you hate me, I can’t be scared off easily. The only person that can make me leave is Yoongi so you can either get over your mean ways and put it to better use by finding him or sit in this office and continue to build resentment but it’s not going to get him back.”

You didn’t even allow him time to respond back as you stood to your feet and walked to the door. “Thank you for hearing me out and have a nice day.”

Mr. Min sat at his desk; long after you had left, thinking to himself. Never did he think you’d come barging into his office, giving him an ultimatum over his son. He tried to hide the smile that suddenly appeared on his face as he tapped his chin.

“Um, sir? Is everything okay?” His assistant asked him.

“Everything is fine.” He said, sitting up straight in his chair. “Get me the security footage of my son’s house the night of the kidnapping.”

~~~~~

You lied on your back, staring at the monitor as the technician rubbed the gel over your stomach, trying to find the little person tucked away. Hyolyn stood next to you but she was transfixed on where the baby was hiding as she bounced back and forth from looking at the screen to your stomach. 

The technician located fingers, followed by an arm connect to the shoulders and finally, the baby’s head. You licked over your lips as you tried to hide your tears but they fell anyway. There it was, resting peacefully. The three of you giggled when the baby’s hands moved to their face to block out the light shining through your skin.

“There’s the baby. Were you interested in knowing the sex or did you want to wait until birth?” The technician asked, causing you and Hyolyn to glance at each other.

“We want to know now.” Hyolyn spoke up for you. You nodded in agreement. Both of you were equally anxious to find out the gender.

The technician moved the knob around, moving down the baby’s stomach to their bottom half.

“Okay, it looks like you’re having...”

~~~

You had returned to Yoongi’s parent’s house later on that night after spending the day with your best friend. The two of you had lunch then went shopping for the baby. The entire time Hyolyn gushed in excitement. She talked about everything from meeting it, to babysitting and spoiling the hell out of it. She even talked about rushing home to seduce Matt so they can have their own. All you could do was laugh while smiling at the ultrasound pictures. 

You walked into the living room and found Yoongi’s mother seated on the couch, watching her favorite television drama. When she spotted you, she smiled.

“Hey you. Where have you been all day?”

Instead of answering her, you pulling the pictures from your bag to show her. She could barely speak as she clutched her chest in surprise.

“Oh my g-... is this my grandchild?” She smiled, trying to calm down and wipe her eyes.

“Look at the next picture.” You told her and when she did, you wished you could have captured her reaction on camera. Mrs. Min screamed then laughed before bursting into tears. She placed the photos against her chest and held them there. All you could to do was smile while watching her, occasionally wiping away tears.

She pulled the pictures away to look at them again. “Baby Min.” Next she addressed your stomach, rubbing over your bump. “Grandma is going to build a nursery here so you can have your own room to grow up in. Would you like that?”

Just then, you both felt the baby move around; causing you both to look up and laugh. The next few hours, you both talk of excitement over the baby and the future. You didn’t realize how complete the baby was making you feel. Now all you needed was Yoongi.

~~~~~

Sujin lied in her big, soft, comfy bed; sipping her wine and watching a drama near its climax. Her leg was thrown over the other in a seductive manner and the fact that she was only wearing panties under her silk robe, made her feel more like a powerful seductress who had the world in her hands. A certain scene of the protagonist being denied of the man she couldn’t have, had triggered a memory from her past.

~

“You are not allowed to follow after your brother. Do you hear me, Sujin?” Her mother scolded her. 

“But Frankie-“

“If I catch you mixed up in that mobster bullshit, there will be serious consequences.”

Sujin was unable to fall asleep that night, feeling as though she was missing out in life. She had overheard Frankie on the phone, planing on leaving out late in the night. He had begun working for the Min family, and she heard many stories about the younger son that she wanted to meet him. Was he as good looking as all the girls said? Is he as ruthless as all the boys bragged? Is he as scary as the newspapers proclaim?

At around two thirty that morning, Sujin heard her brother getting ready to leave. She remained in bed, listening as he moved around his room before the bedroom door opened and closed. In an instant, Sujin was up and looking for something to wear to follow him. Deciding on a black club dress, she held her heels in her hands as she snuck out of her room; tip-toeing down the hallway and pass her parents’ bedroom.

Sujin was about to sneak out of the back door when it suddenly opened. It had caught both of them off guard but kept quiet as to not wake their parents.

“What are you doing up?” Frankie asked. “Better yet, where are you going dressed like that?”

“Come on, Frankie. I just want to meet him.” She pleased.

“Mom doesn’t wait you tied up in what I’m doing. Why don’t you just go back to bed?”

Sujin crossed her arms with an attitude. “No. I don’t care if I get in trouble, I’m coming with you.”

Frankie didn’t have time for this. He was running late and Yoongi had already expressed how he disliked tardiness. Maybe there was a way to get his sister there and back without anyone noticing.

“Fine, but I’m bringing you back home right after you meet him.”

“Deal.”

The two of them gotten into the car and rode to the location Frankie was given. They pulled up to a gentleman’s club where several black cars were parked outside. Getting out of the car, they walked inside the establishment and Sujin couldn’t believe her eyes. Talking to someone she assumed was the club owner, stood Min Yoongi. His blonde hair greatly stood out against his all black clothing and he looked so handsome that Sujin had a hard time tearing her eyes away from him.

When he suddenly glanced in her direction, she felt her heart stop beating. She has gotten even more nervous when he suddenly came over.

“You’re late, Frankie.”

“I know, but-“

“I’ve grown tired of giving you warnings. Instead of enjoying yourself after the meeting, maybe I should make you clean my car. Perhaps that will make you on time for next meeting.” Yoongi stated harshly. Sujin didn’t mind witnessing her brother get scolded. All it did was confirm her thoughts on the leader.

Frankie sighed. “Please, I will be on time next time.”

It was silence between them as Yoongi thought it over. “Have Namjoon fill you in on what you’ve missed and Frankie... don’t let it happen again.”

Sujin watched her brother walk off, leaving her there with Yoongi. He glanced in her direction one final time before he, too, walked away. Sujin didn’t know why but that little encounter was not enough for her. She needed more so she had begun secretly following him around the club, watching him interact with a series of people.

When Yoongi walked behind a door meant for staff members, she waited on the other side for him to emerge.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were stalking me.” 

Sujin heard a deep voice in her ear that made her spine straight. When she turned to face the voice, she was once again standing before the big boss. She put on her best charm to hide her nervousness.

“Stalking is such a strong word. I prefer to believe I’m admiring a God.”

This caused Yoongi to smirk, taking a sip from his drink. “I see that you came with Frankie. Are you related to him or something?”

“Yes, he’s by brother.”

“I hope the gene of idiocy doesn’t run in the family.”

Although she should have been offended, Sujin laughed. “I can assure you, my brother is the odd one out.”

“Well that answers one question,” Yoongi swallowed his drink. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to meet you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve heard so much about you and wanted to see for myself if it was true.”

Yoongi smiled. “And what did you conclude?”

“That you are a very intriguing individual and I want to know more about you.” Sujin bravely stated.

“Yeah?” He asked, trapping her against a nearby wall.

“...yeah.” She breathed out as Yoongi leaned his face in.

“Then... get your things and walk out of the door.” He moved away completely which caught her off guard. She thought for sure, he was going to kiss her.

“Wa- why?”

“Because I’m running a business and this isn’t a situation to satisfy whatever thrill issues you have. You’re better off going home and being a good. The bad life doesn’t suit you and it’s obvious. You’re liable to shit your pants if I pulled out my gun.”

“I’m tougher than I look.” Sujin stated, suddenly growing offended. She suddenly wanted to prove herself to him but didn’t know why.

“I don’t have time to go back and forth with you. You can either go home or I can have your body deliver to your parent’s front porch. Your choice?” He coldly stated as two women came over to him, wrapping their arms around him and stroking their hands over his body. One of the girls had begun kissing his neck while the other begun unbuttoning his shirt. All the while, his gaze never left hers. It was then that Sujin realize that she overstayed her welcome. Feeling bested, she turned on her heels and walked to the door. 

When she turned around, she watched the three of them disappear behind a door of the club and felt her jealousy rise. After meeting with Min Yoongi, she wanted to make a long lasting impression on him and possibly become not only his potential partner but his girlfriend.

The quiet cab ride home had Sujin more upset than she realized. She finally gotten a taste of the dark side life and became addicted. She wanted more, she needed more. She felt like a kid who had stayed up past bedtime, only to be scolded and forced to go to bed. That life was the life for her but nobody understood that but one day... she will prove them all wrong, especially Min Yoongi.

~

Her bedroom door opened and the crime lord, himself, was thrown inside with her men waiting for more orders.

“That will be all for now. You may leave.”

They poured out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Sujin stared at Yoongi just as his dark eyes stared at her. They remained that way until she was the first to say something.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Just like she thought, he didn’t say a word. “You know, Yoongi. I’ve been very generous with your overall treatment, only for you to continuously spit in my face. I’ve fed you well; I’ve invited you into my bedroom, and even offered you a drink.”

Sujin gotten out of bed to pour herself another glass of wine, swallowing some of it back. “It’s very disrespectful.”

“That just a matter of opinion.” Yoongi finally spoke.

“How so?”

“If I have to answer that for you, you’re just as stupid as I thought you were.”

That gotten Sujin’s attention. She finished off the last of her drink, placed the glass down, and walked over until she stood right in front of him.

“I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea about me, Yoongi.” She said seductively as her hands slowly rubbed up his arm. “We’re basically on the same side, not to mention, you owe it to Frankie.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t about revenge?”

“And it’s not”, she said. “I just wanted you to see where I’m coming from with all this.” Her mouth moved closer as she traced up his neck to his lips with her mouth. “With a little persuasion, I think I can get you to join in... possibly help out.”

“Yeah? And how will you do that?” He asked.

“If I have to give you the answer, then you’re not as smart as I assumed you are.”

Their lips connected together in a kiss. Sujin felt as though she was floating on a cloud. Finally, she had the man she wanted to impress for years, in the palm of her hand. She had him in her room; kissing her while his pregnant girlfriend was at home worrying herself sick. How deliciously powerful. But Yoongi was selfish as he was rich. He didn’t care who he hurt because he only looked out for himself.

The kiss had deepened and soon became a battle for control. Yoongi��s hands slowly rubbed the sides of her thighs, wandering up her robe. Sujin moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him closer. Once his fingers came in contact with the bottom lining of her panties, they traced up both of her ass cheeks until he came in contact with something hard.

Yoongi quickly pulled it out, broke away, and turned her around; holding Sujin in place with his hand wrapped around her throat.

“You wanted me to go to bed with you, yet you carry a gun with us.”

“I don’t want to kill you.” She gasped. “I was going to offer you to work with me, we could be partners.”

“And if I said no, you would have shot me, huh?” He stated roughly.

“Mm, you still like it rough, I see.” She teased with a smile on her face.

“Shut up.” Yoongi commanded, tightening his grip around her neck.

He maneuvered her around the room, trying to find a way to escape. Sensing his distraction, Sujin picked up a nearby glass and threw it, breaking it against the solid wall. Her men heard the commotion and stormed the room, finding the position they were in. They all pulled out their guns aiming it in the pair’s direction. Yoongi had changed targets from her men to her, pointing the gun against the side of her head. If they shot him, he was taking her with him. Insu walked into the room, pulling out his gun as well.

“Think about this, Yoongi.” Sujin began. “You’re out numbered.”

“Numbers mean nothing to me.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t but think about your family. You’d really risk your life trying to escape?”

“If it meant getting away from you, I’m willing to take that risk.”

“Y/n seems like a nice girl. Too sweet to be with a devil like you.”

“What’s your point?”

“That’s what I told her when I visited the bakery where she works,” she stated, causing Yoongi to zone out. Sujin was lying. She didn’t talk to you especially about him but little did he know, she was telling the truth.

~

Sujin walked inside of the small bakery, taking a look around before walking directly up to the counter.

“Y/n, I presume?”

You were a bit taken back by a stranger knowing your name, let alone coming into your job asking about you specifically. “That depends on who wants to know.”

She offered her hand to you. “My name is Kang Sujin. The Min family hired me to help find Yoongi. I work with a series of investigators and I wanted to meet you personally to see if you remembered anything about the night he disappeared.”

There was a single table with two chairs positioned to the side for anyone meeting to place decorative cake orders; the two of you sat there to talk. Her eyes lit up as she watched you walk from behind the counter, showcasing your large belly.

“I honestly don’t know how I could be of help finding him. When he left home, I didn’t follow him.” You said to her.

“That’s fine. Any little detail could be of use. Now you were in the car with him on his way home, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Did you notice anyone following the car?”

“Not really but then again, I wasn’t paying attention to other cars on the road.” You responded, feeling a bit down for not being able to do more. “I’m sorry.”

Sujin placed her hand over yours in an effort to comfort you. “You’re doing great, y/n. You’re a great girlfriend and honestly, I’m surprised Min Yoongi found such a sweet one.” She laughed. “When I met him years ago, he was such a cold hearted man. Someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like you.”

“Um.. thanks, I guess.” Confusion flashed across your features as an uncomfortable feeling soon came over you. “I need to get back to work, I’m sorry I can’t be more of help to you.” You stood to leave, immediately walking away without giving her a chance to say another word but unbeknownst to Sujin, you had called Yoongi’s mother to tell her about the meeting. When she told you that she didn’t hire any investigators, you became frightened. She sent men to come get you and also to check the perimeter of the bakery. Sujin was long gone.

Namjoon and Hoseok came to review the cameras and saw the woman who came to meet with you but she didn’t look familiar nor could they find anything when looking up the name she had given. They were left with nothing but knew she was possibly involved in Yoongi’s disappearance.

~

“Don’t be stupid, Yoongi.” Sujin continued. “You know what I’m capable of. Hwang Jongsoo, I know you had seen what I did to him and his family. Matter of fact, his wife was pregnant, was she not?”

Yoongi remained quiet as he weighed his options but he didn’t have much time.

“Come on, let y/n live.”

If he continued to use Sujin as a shield, they would kill him off instantly and possibly go after you. He couldn’t have that so he’d have to delay his stay for just a bit longer. Even if that meant letting Sujin believe that she’s won. 

Yoongi had released her, dropping the gun on the floor in a surrendering manner. Sujin smiled before picking up the gun and striking him in the face with it. But that wasn’t all, the door closed as her bedroom soon became a torture chamber.

~~~~~

This particular day at the bakery had grown increasingly slow. There weren’t many customers that visited the shop. Jungkook’s grandparents had left for the day to make a delivery, leaving the two of you to mind the place.

Jungkook rested his head on the glass containers, watching as you swept the floor. Once you had gathered the trash in a pile, you had trouble bending over to clean it up.

“I’ll do that for you.” He offered, taking the broom from your hands.

You concealed your smile as you moved away to watch him. Since you’ve returned to work, he has been offering to help you a lot more than usual. Perhaps he was over the ‘you dating a mobster’ thing. Jungkook had finished cleaning and joined you behind the counter. He watched you out of the corner of his eye as you ate a cupcake and read your book. You seemed like your normal self, better than the days when you came to work, obviously upset.

“Are you going to continue to stare at me like a creep?” You suddenly said, catching him off guard. 

“I’m not staring at you!” He quickly stated turning his head away to pretend something else caught his attention. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction as he tried to play it off. “Actually... there was something I wanted to ask you.”

“Yes?”

“You’ve been coming to work sad. Is everything okay?” He paused for a second. “D-Did something happen between you and your boyfriend?”

You stared at him, about to answer when the bell on the door rung out. There was a customer but before you could help him, gunfire suddenly erupted, drowning out any other noise.

You froze in fear at the sound, watching as the customer was shot to pieces as bullets flew into the bakery. Jungkook tackled you to the ground just as bullets hit where you were standing. You felt on your side covering your head as everything was destroyed. Glass, wood, and other materials scattered over the both of you. Jungkook was just in shock as you were but he realized that whoever was shooting had automatic weapons and wasn’t going to stop until you both were dead. That left two options; to stay there and die or chance it and risk an injury.

He helped you up, pulling you close to him as he held your head in his hands. He could see the tears threatening to spill because of the fear. “Y/n, listen to me! We have to leave, we can’t stay here! Otherwise we die!”

You nodded, suddenly bursting into tears. “Okay.”

“Stay close to me. If we can make it up to my grandparent’s apartment, we can hide out there.”

He tightly grabbed your hand, eased the broken door open. Counting to three, both you and Jungkook jump up on your feet and ran upstairs. Your adrenaline was at an all time high but you quickly noticed that you had been grazed by a couple bullets, leaving blood dripping from your cheek, arm, stomach, and leg. Insu watched it all go down behind his dark shades. He took his cigar out of his mouth, signaling to his men to go after you. 

When you made it to the apartment door, the gunfire stopped and multiple footsteps could be heard stepping on glass and debris as they entered the bakery. Jungkook kicked opened the door and pulled you inside before barricading it shut with furniture. He quickly looked around for somewhere to go, realizing that it wasn’t safe to stay there.

“Shit!” He began to panic.

“Jungkook...” you called to him but he didn’t hear you. He was thinking of an escape route. “Jungkook!”

“Not now, y/n! We have to get out of here!”

“But... you’ve been shot.”

When he looked down, his shirt was covered in blood; more specifically, his left side. Now that he had calmed down a bit, Jungkook felt pain not only in his shoulder, but his arm too. He had been shot twice and if he didn’t get away, he was liable to bleed to death.

“The roof!” He quickly thought. “Come on!”

He took you hand again and pulled you through the apartment and out through a window to the metal staircase. Just as he closed the window, he heard them enter the home. Jungkook let you climb up first and followed close behind you. Once on the top of the building, he pulled you with him and he jumped down to the next building over. Luckily they were right next to each other so it wouldn’t have been a difficult task for you. You sat down, throwing over one leg at a time. Jungkook held onto your waist as he helped you jump down. He led you over to a secluded area and the two of you hid there.

There, you both tried to catch your breath while examining the damage. Your injuries weren’t as serious as Jungkook’s; he really needed medical help. Placing your hands on his wounds, you put pressure on it. His breathing was slowing down to the point that you were crying for fear that he was dying. It all felt like deja vu and you began to panic.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook. This is all my fault.”

“No...” he tried to sit up but was too tired to do so. 

“If I didn’t work at the bakery, you wouldn’t have gotten involved.” You sobbed. “Hang in there. Please don’t die on me!”

Jungkook held your head in both hands staring you in the eyes. “Y/n! I will be okay! Don’t worry yourself.”

You were still scared but took his word for it and about ten minutes later, you heard the sounds of police sirens and ambulances. Thankfully, the culprits were gone when they arrived. This time, you helped Jungkook to his feet and led him to the ledge, waving down someone for assistance. Thanks to the fire department, they were able to get you both down from the roof. Jungkook was taking to an ambulance to be treated and you were right by his side.

After receiving your call, Jimin fought through the crowd to find you. When he spotted you, you looked like hell. He called out to you and when you noticed his presence, you rushed into his arms, crying uncontrollably. It took a while but he was able to get what happened out of you. Jungkook watched as Jimin led you away before he was driven off to the hospital, leaving him to wonder what will happen.

~~~

Jungkook was resting peacefully in a hospital bed when he heard the door open and close. Remembering the earlier events had him on high alert. He leaped from his sleep only to find the man that had taken you away there.

“What do you want?” He asked, ready to signal the doctors if he needed to.

“Calm down. I just wanted to check up on you after all your help.” Jimin stated, causing Jungkook to relax a bit.

“Y/n sent you, didn’t she?”

“Yes, but I also came because I wanted to. My name is Park Jimin.” He came closer into the room.

“I’m Jungkook.”

Jimin studied the young man. “First, I want to thank you for what you did today, saving her life and keeping her safe.” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and passed it to Jungkook. “Second, I was informed that the bakery belonged to your family. That should be enough to cover the damage as well as compensation for your help.”

“Thanks but you didn’t-“

“It’s the least I could do to show my thanks.”

Jungkook nodded, hesitating a bit. “Is y/n okay?”

“She’s doing better.”

“Is... is there a chance that I can see her again?”

Jimin shook his head. “That I cannot answer.”

“Oh, I see.” Jungkook went quiet, wondering the reason why they were keeping you in hiding. Of course your life was in danger but he didn’t pose a threat to you. Why couldn’t he just see if you were okay, with his own eyes?

“What will happen now?”

“I honestly don’t know.” Jimin sighed. He was torn between what he should do and what he wanted to do. He wanted to find the people responsible and go to war, ending all of the unnecessary bloodshed. Realistically, he couldn’t make the call and put Yoongi’s health in further danger so the only option was to wait.

“For your safety, I will have a few of my men guarding you room so don’t be alarmed.” Jungkook nodded, watching as Jimin walked to the door. “Rest well and recover.”

~~~~~

Yoongi was staring at his bruised hands in a daze when the door opened to the room he was in. Sujin and Insu, followed by a couple other men entered the space.

She held an item in her hand that Yoongi couldn’t tell what it was at first.

“It’s been well over a month, Yoongi. It’s time to get down to business.” Sujin exclaimed. “For the last time, give me your company or at least make me your partner, otherwise; I will take matters into my own hands.”

“Quit with the threatening bullshit! I’m not giving up shit and I’m not giving you shit!” Yoongi snapped. “Do you know how much money you’re missing out on because you’re here trying to take what I have? It’s a waste and you’re waste! Do what you have to do as a so called ‘leader’ but I will never work with you because you’re weak!”

Sujin stared down at Yoongi in anger as she tried to control her breathing with deep breaths. “You have a point.”

She took the handgun from Insu and shot Yoongi in his upper chest, closer to his collar bone. Yoongi yelled out in pain, gripping his wound as blood coated his clothes and skin.

“There’s no point in keeping you around anymore. I might as well build an army and overthrow your family.” She tosses a book in front of him. A book that not only had bullet holes through it but also blood. “Once I eliminate you, you can join your pathetic girlfriend in hell.”

Yoongi’s eyes flew to Sujin’s face in shock. She had to be lying. There was no way she had killed you. It had to be a lie. Sujin tossed a couple of photos at him as well, to show him the damage of the bakery. He looked through each picture as he tried to control his anxiety.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” She boasted. “My team did a wonderful job clearing the place out yesterday. If only you could have seen y/n face when it happened. Her and her coworkers didn’t know what hit them. Unfortunately, this is all that’s left of your girlfriend.”

She walked closer, squatting down in front of him. “Once again you’ve gotten me mistaken, Yoongi. I’m far from weak, I’m powerful in a sense that I’ve brought down the ‘oh so scary Min Yoongi’ to his knees by getting rid of one person... I’m sorry, two. She was pregnant, wasn’t she?”

When Yoongi looked up into her eyes, Sujin could see the hell in his dark orbs, trying to escape. She was ready to shoot him dead when one of her men interrupted her torture session.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Ma’am, but you have an important phone call. I think it’s one of your partners.”

“Thank you.” She stood to her feet and walked to the door, pausing a moment to address Yoongi. “Sit tight for a minute. I will be right back to kill you.”

Everyone cleared out of the room, leaving him alone for the time being. Two men were placed by the door to watch over him. No one was allowed to enter the room without Sujin’s or Insu’s permission. Yoongi stared at the book for what felt like hours.  His own injury grew further away and his mind began to focus solely on you. That was the same book that he had seen you read while lounging around the house, it was yours. Flipping through the pages, he tried to control his shaking hands after seeing more than a dozen pages stained with blood.

Yoongi felt dizzy and ill all at once. He could barely think and his stomach was turning in knots. And as painful and weak his body felt, he stood to his feet; stumbling towards the door. He wanted to bust it down but realized he couldn’t. Yoongi struggled to stand up and eventually fell back on the ground. His vision going in and out and ultimately, he drifted out of consciousness.

The two men heard the loud thud of a body falling and quickly opened the door to find Yoongi in the state he was in. They rushed to his aide, figuring that he was dying from his wounds.

“Min? Min?” One of them called to him, kicking Yoongi’s leg with his foot. Nothing. “Shit! This isn’t good. We have to alert Madam Oh.”

But before either one of them could do that, Yoongi suddenly jumped up, knocking one of the men in the face and taking his gun. He aimed it at the other’s chest; pulling the trigger and killing him close range. Acting quickly, he turned his attention back to the man and executed him, all without alerting the help.

Taking the other gun, Yoongi slowly eased out of the room he was held captive in and struggled down a hallway. This was it. He only had one chance to escape and if he died in the midst of it, at least he tried. Armed with two handguns, Yoongi shot and killed anyone that came into view. He wasn’t giving them a chance to return fire; they were all going to die. Along the way, he exchanged his weapons for more powerful ones and ones that would do more damage.

Sujin and Insu instantly turned their attention to the sound of gunfire. Sujin ended her call and Insu armed himself ready to fire at any given moment. Yoongi peeked around the corner, checking to make sure the coast was clear but quickly moved back when bullets hit the wall. He grunted in pain, taking a deep breath to prepare himself and jumped out firing. 

He managed to hit three men, clearing his path. Just as he found stairs that led up, Yoongi spotted a phone and made the conscious decision to use it. He balanced his attention from dialing a number and checking to make sure nobody would pop into view with a gun.

Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief when Namjoon picked up. “Joon-“

“Yoongi?! Is that you?!” Namjoon couldn’t believe his ears when he heard his voice. For a moment in time, he assumed Yoongi was dead.

“Yeah, but I need your help.” He groaned.

“Anything! Tell me where you are! I’m coming to get you!”

“That’s the thing; I don’t know where I am. I’ve been in some basement or warehouse. I assume this is the only phone.”

“Shit!” Namjoon yelled in frustration. He wasn’t going to let his best friend die and judging by how bad he sounded over the phone, he assumed Yoongi was in big trouble. “Come on, Yoongi. Tell me something to go off on; anything.”

Yoongi tried to think of how Namjoon could get to him but he kept drawing blanks. He didn’t know where he was and he wasn’t in a good enough condition to travel far. He couldn’t stay by the phone for too long, assuming more men were liable to show up. If only he could keep Namjoon on the phone until he was able to get some place familiar... that’s when it hit him.

“Namjoon, trace the call!” Yoongi quickly stated. He could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. “It’s our only shot. I’ll leave the landline on and pray that the call doesn’t get disconnected. Use the number to track down my location. I should be nearby.”

“I’ll try my hardest.” Namjoon stated, already in his car; heading towards the club. He had to act quickly before the enemies caught on to the plan and disrupted the call. Barely able to put the car in park, Namjoon raced inside. His mind was in shambles that he failed to call anyone else. He sat at the computer, typing the unknown number.

With help on the way, Yoongi checked his weapon and headed upstairs, shooting anyone along the way. When he made it to the top, he noticed that he now stood in a decorative ivory and gold mansion that over looked the ocean. Sujin had him locked away in the basement of her house.

Hearing a faint noise, Yoongi turned his head to see Sujin trying to slip away. He chase after her only to be knocked down by Insu. The gun fell from his hands and Insu took that chance to deliver kicks to Yoongi’s torso. He continued until Yoongi seemed unable to get up. Before he could walk away, Yoongi grabbed his feet, knocking him to the floor. He was on top of Insu in a heartbeat, punching him repeatedly in the face and slamming his head against the floor. The two of them rolled around, tussling for control.

Insu managed to elbow Yoongi in his stomach, gaining the upper hand. He stumbled away from him, ready to deliver another kick but Yoongi grabbed his leg; pushing him backwards. Insu scurried towards the gun, cocking it, and firing. This time, the bullet hit his pelvis but Yoongi was too fueled by rage that he didn’t feel a thing. He charged at Insu, knocking him down and wrapping both hands around his neck. Insu stared up at the man that he had tortured countless of times. For a moment, he feared for his life as Yoongi’s lips curled into a smile at the sight of his loss of breath.

“Did you enjoy all of the innocent people you’ve killed?” Yoongi growled in anger. “Did that kid you kill on the street look as scared as you are now?” Insu tried to fight against Yoongi, but he wasn’t budging. In fact, the grip on his neck tightened as Yoongi thought of you. “And y/n... I’m going to make you regret ever laying eyes on her.”

Pleasure lights lit up his entire body, as Insu entered his last stage of living. Sujin kicked Yoongi in the same side of his chest he had been shot in causing him to fall back on the floor. She grabbed Insu and helped him to his feet as they stumbled away. Yoongi jumped up, about to chase after them when several men, all armed with assault rifles, lined up and began firing at the house. Everything was riddled with bullets, glass shattered everywhere; nothing could withstand such a powerful blast.

Yoongi crawled along the floor, looking for a way out. When he found exit, he quickly escaped, stammering to the street. As he limped away, Yoongi finally took notice to the pain he was feeling. He dripped a trail of blood behind him as he maneuvered between buildings to escape the men that had begun looking for him. Leaning against the wall in a hidden passage, Yoongi tried to catch his breath. 

Namjoon closed in on the property, looking around for any signs of his friend. The house he was held captive in was surrounded by several dilapidated buildings, all of which did an excellent job hiding it. He was becoming overwhelmed, fearing that he may have been too late. It was then that he spotted someone in bad shape, stumbling down the street. He had gotten out of the car and ran to Yoongi as quick as he could, catching him as he fell weakly into his arms. Namjoon held onto him tightly, finding it hard to believe that after all these weeks, Yoongi was alive. He was alive and now safe. Namjoon couldn’t help the tears that had fell from his eyes.

~~~~~

You were lying on the couch, bored out of your mind with nothing to do. Ever since the shooting at the bakery, Mrs. Min had kept you under strict lockdown. Thankfully, any wounds you had received were now healed. However, you couldn’t go anywhere and anything you needed, was brought back to you. Although you should have felt grateful, you couldn’t help but feel like a prisoner. You weren’t use to the constant surveillance and people waiting on you, hand and foot.

Even at the moment, everyone was out while you were stuck in the house. Mr. and Mrs. Min were out on business while everyone else was working. You let out a sigh as you sat up. If only you had someone to talk to then maybe you wouldn’t be so bored.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Is Mr. Yoongi okay?” You heard his assistant say. 

They had left him there to look over you but it was like he wasn’t even there. He barely talked to you and only reported to Mr. Min about anything you requested. But the moment Yoongi’s name was mentioned; you were off the couch and easing closer, eavesdropping on the phone conversation. “I hope he makes a speedy recovery. You stay for as long as you need to. Everything is fine here.”

Your heart leaped at the news. Yoongi was alive! He was okay and his parents were with him. It’s been too long and you needed to see him. You couldn’t go another day, let alone hour without seeing him. You almost became choked up but swallowed back your emotions. You waited until the assistant emerged from the office before you confronted him. He opened the door to find you with your arms crossed, staring a hole through him.

“Why was I not informed that Yoongi was safe?” You asked with a frown on your face. He was initially taken off guard, wondering if he should tell you.

“I was just informed as well. Mr. Min had gotten a call saying that Mr. Yoongi was in the hospital.”

You felt your heart break as tears filled your eyes. “I want to see him.”

“I’m sorry but I was told not to let you leave. If his enemies were to get you, they might kill you.”

“Fuck his enemies! I want to see Yoongi right now!”

“I’m sorry but my orders come from-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence as you grabbed his shirt and slammed him against a nearby wall.

“Fuck your orders! Fuck whatever you were told! If you don’t take me to see him right now, I will walk out of that door and go to him myself!”

With no other options or possible solutions to his problem, the assistant had driven you to the hospital, prepared to face the consequences because of it. Once inside and checking with the front desk, you raced towards Yoongi’s room with your heart beating a million times per second. Tears were already dripping from your chin as you tried to remain positive. If Yoongi was in the hospital then that meant he was hurt bad and if his parents didn’t want you to know about it meant that it was serious.

You located the room and found everyone inside; his father, mother, Hoseok, Namjoon, and even Jimin. You walked inside gathering everyone’s attention. They were shocked to see you there so suddenly but not surprised. They knew you would want to see him the moment you knew he was rescued. When you laid eyes on Yoongi, more tears fell from your eyes.

He was asleep and he had tubes coming from his nose, several more were sticking from his arms. He was hooked up to monitors, keeping track of his breathing and heart rate. It pained you to see him in this condition and approached the bed, taking a seat in the closes chair. You took hold of his hand and just sat there, staring at his face. You remained that way even after it hit nightfall.

“Come on, honey. Let go home and let him rest. We will come back first thing in the morning.” His mother told you but you shook her off.

“I’m not going home without him.”

“Y/n...”

You turned to face her. “How could I leave his side and not worry that he will be okay?” You suddenly began to sob. “I don’t want to lose him. I need to be here in case he wakes up.”

She wiped away her own tears understanding completely. Instead of leaving, she decided to stay with you; wanting to be there when he opened his eyes. His father left men on every floor and outside of the hospital, just for precaution. The two of you took turns watching over him throughout the night, not that you had a choice. You could barely sleep for a few hours without waking up in fear that it was all a dream and thinking Yoongi was gone.

When the sun finally came barreling through the room, Yoongi began to stir in his sleep. His mother went to get the doctor right away as you stayed by his side. You sat on the bed, taking his hand in yours.

“Yoongi...” you called out to him.

Slowly but surely, his eyes opened and focused on the figure in front of him. Yoongi quickly sat up, grabbing you by the arms. His heart rate increased, causing the monitors to go off. His eyes stared into yours as if he was trying to find any falsehood in his reality. You were alive.

“Y/n... you’re...”

“Right here.” You completed his sentence with a smile.

He hugged you tightly, hiding his face in the crevice of your neck. Your stomach poked into him, letting your baby feel its father for the first time. It didn’t matter if moving about caused him pain, he needed to feel you; to hold you because he honestly didn’t want to wake up if he had to live his life without you.

When you tried to move away, Yoongi held onto you tighter; keeping you rooted in place.

You whined with a light chuckled. “Yoongi-“

“Give me a minute.” He mumbled, interrupting you. It was something about the way he said it that made you freeze all movements and do what he said.

As you sat there holding Yoongi in your arms, you felt dampness on your shoulder and his light sniffles. That’s when you realized. You close your eyes and listened for the first time as Yoongi cried to you.

~

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