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I love this so much, that’s it bye 😭🥹🥹🥹💖💖💖💖

No really, this was so cute! Them all moving into houses side by side in the neighbourhood. Please, can you tell me how to get to Crimson bay so I can snag one for myself jskskfhsg, I’d love to live so close to them like 😫😭💕. It seems like such a beautiful and cosy place too. You know what, it actually reminds me of animal crossing, where your character moves to a remote place away from the city and gets adoring neighbours except these ones are fallen gods 🥹💜💜💜

Plus 2 in mates, let’s go!! Hobi and Joon YAAAAASSS. They were so kind and accepting of her right off the bat. Chivalry isn’t dead with them and I’m living for it. Already so protective and supportive 😭😭 And the love between the two of them alone omg, my heart!!

And how can I forget about the baking success for Yoongs. Yayayay, so proud of him. And him and Jimin smoothly cooking while she watched was hot, not gonna lie.

I just know that the five of them are gonna hit it off 🥹🥹🥹

Did I mention I love this story? Nah.. I don’t think I did. I FRICKIN LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS STORYYYY!! 💜💖💜💖💜💖💜🥰🥰🥰

Question: If you were a mythological creature in this story what would you be? I think I’d be a vampire like hobi and chim. Whenever I read things with vampires in them my twilight self surfaces lmao. Sorry for rambling jskjsjk 😅☺️

HORNS, BLOOD AND TAIL

SUPERNATURAL! BTS X DRAGON/VAMPIRE! READER SUPERNATURAL/SOULMATES AU

Summary: Being a half-breed with vampire and dragon blood is a rare thing in this world, and it comes with its share of struggles. Moving out of home is a little scary, but apparently, the place where I'm going is already waiting for my arrival. We both hadn't expected what would happen upon our meeting, though.

Chapter 5 (4.8k words)

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“I flower you too… from sunrise to sunset, and for every stars that light up the sky. Those flowers will forever bloom for this precious bond that is ours, that’s my eternal promise to you” Yoongi repeats dreamily as I hide my red face under my arms.

“That sounded so poetic… do you perhaps write poems, Y/N?” he asks while nudging my side as we sit side by side on the couch, and he can’t help but to coo when I shyly nod my head while hiding further into the cushion with my arms around my head.

I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I didn’t know they would tease me so much for it, but my heart felt so full that the words came out of their own free will. Such an embarrassing thing to do!

“You should have seen her as we were walking back from the park. Crimson was paler than her” Jimin continues to tease as he walks over before sitting on the rug in front of us, a contented sigh past his lips as he leans back on his hands to gaze at us.

“Go ahead, keep mocking me like this. I won’t ever speak such words ever again” I complain while looking up at them with a pout, which earns me a head pat and an arm around my shoulders to pull me into a warm waist.

“We’ll stop teasing you, sweetheart, we just find your reactions cute. We won’t do it again, right, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks the later with a quirked eyebrow that means ‘say no and I will not give you cuddles for an entire week’.

Not one to take Yoongi’s threats lightly, the vampire quickly nods his head at me. “No more teasing” he says, only to add cautiously, “for today. I can only promise for today. Please”.

Fair enough. Jimin seems like the type who would die if he can’t tease his mates for too long.

I make a sound, appreciative of his effort to appease me right now, then inhale the wonderful smell that’s filling their house from the oven. Bread is cooling off on the counter, and there are a few different pastries currently baking with their delicious aromas perfuming the house.

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asks, somehow always noticing everything about me with his attentive eyes. I stare at the loaf of bread, then swallow when saliva pools heavily on my tongue. I would be a very bad liar if I were to say no right now, so I nod my head and they both chuckle.

“Let’s try the bread first while I have a look at what we could have for lunch. We have leftover rice from yesterday, so I could make fried rice with some meat and our homemade kimchi, what do you think?” the dragon offers as he stands from the couch, a hand offered to me so I can keep him company in the kitchen.

He said he wanted us close and he wasn’t lying. Yoongi has not left my side ever since we arrived a dozen minutes ago, and Jimin happily kissed his cheeks - then mine - before heading to their bedroom to wear something more cozy and soft.

He’s got a look that currently screams cuddles to me, and if I get to leave this place without melting in their arms at least once, I’ll honestly be very confused. Is it a weird thing to say? Maybe I’m getting too ahead of myself.

I accept Yoongi’s hand, heart swooning when he pulls me up easily, and he doesn’t let go until we reach the kitchen where he leaves me at a safe distance from the oven so he can have a look inside to inspect the pastries.

“I’ll cut the bread in thin slices, should we have it with butter?” Jimin asks in a chirp as he jumps past me to reach the sharp knives on the counter space besides the fridge, and Yoongi shrugs at the same time as I do.

“Anything to suit your taste, Jimin-ah. Cut me some veggies when you’re done, I’ll get started with the meat. Mind looking at the sauces we have in the fridge, sweetheart? You’d be an angel if you could find me one that you can have”.

Blushing happens so quickly whenever they speak to me like this, it should be embarrassing and yet I find myself liking it. I do as he asked, eyes searching around until I find all of the different bottles, after which I begin reading through the ingredients one at a time.

“These are fine, Yoongi. There’s really just this one that I can’t have because it has peanuts it it” I let out after a couple of minutes, lips unconsciously parting when Jimin brings something up to my mouth with a “aaahhh”.

I chew on the soft texture while Yoongi acknowledges my conclusion with a hum, and when I swallow, another piece of food is brought up to my lips, which is when I finally realize that this is the bread that made me so hungry since earlier.

My eyes light up, and Jimin grins as he eats the last piece of the slice. “So? What do you think? Isn’t our dragon such a good baker?”.

That has Yoongi eyeing us both from over his shoulder, face looking nervous when I’ve yet to say anything about it. It’s not because I have nothing to say, but rather because I don’t know how to verbalize how good this bread recipe is.

“You made this, Yoongi?” is all my mind can make up at the moment. “It’s- wow. Can I have more?”.

Jimin giggles before handing me an entire slice so I can eat it all on my own, and as I heartily bite into the soft fluffy bread, Yoongi releases a sigh of relief. He was really worried that I wouldn’t like it for a minute.

“Is it good?” he asks with a small smile that grows at my happy hum. This is all he wanted for me, something pleasing to eat, so he’s very satisfied with his first baking experiment. That recipe will be printed out and kept on the fridge.

“Don’t eat too much if you want it to last you a few mornings” he eventually chides when he hears me beg for another slice, and though regretfully, Jimin also agrees that it would be for the best before putting the loaf aside and into a tupperware so I can easily bring it home later.

“You need to be hungry for lunch, hun” the vampire coos at my pout. “Besides, there’s more in the oven that we have yet to try, we can have them for dessert, hm? Can you be a good girl and wait for lunch with us?”.

I nod twice, puppy eyes on them, and endearment fills their chest.

“The veggies, Jimin-ah, please”.

“Right, I’m on it. Have a seat, princess, it won’t take too long”.

I do as told without much fighting, dining table chair pulled over so I can watch them cook together with an ease that I’ve not seen often in others. Mom and dad don’t do so well being in the kitchen at the same time. Dad’s a terrible cook so she always gets angry at him when he does something wrong.

I guess I took from him on that aspect.

“Yeah, that size is fine, but do them a little thinner if you can. Put everything in the pan once you’re done, I’ll get the rice”.

Hoseok’s POV

“Joonie, quick, our taxi is waiting for us!” I say as I usher him to his feet so we can gather everything we own and make sure we do not forget anything. It’s our first day in Crimson Bay and I want everything to fit into the schedule as much as possible.

He grumbles a little but listens either way, a kiss pressed onto my lips before he grabs the luggage from my hands to reach the vehicle on the side of the street facing the docks.

I stare at his back for a long second, a loving sigh past my lips before I hurry behind him so I can be of help as he and the driver try to fit what’s left of our bags on the back seats of the car. It’ll be cramped for me, but we don’t have any other choice if we want to make it to our new house.

Moving here wasn’t particularly the plan, honestly. Seeing pictures of this town had made me comment something jokingly along the lines of “Joonie, wouldn’t it be great if we could live by the water? Look at that house, it’s for sale. I bet we could get it if we wanted”.

It wasn’t meant to be more than a casual comment, as I usually make them, but then Namjoon had taken a look at the screen, only to search up the house on his computer afterwards. The next thing I knew, we were looking at the rooms and wondering what use they could have.

“We could have an office each, a workout room, and one of them could be a little library for all our books. You could have a little reading nook over there, with a lamp and a comfortable couch” Namjoon had said with a spark in his eyes.

I knew then and there that he was already sold to the idea of moving there. We started looking at our expenses, at the house’s price, and all of a sudden, we were making an offer that would be accepted no longer than three hours later. That was last week, and now we’re here, in Crimson Bay, ready to move in.

Were we impulsive? Certainly, I’ve never done something quite as hasty as this before, but nothing has ever felt as right either, so it’s got to count for something. This spontaneous life change ought to be good for us, since we were getting tired of our previous home and city.

“Have a seat at the front, Hobi, I’ll sit in the back” my dear dragon demands while pushing some bags aside so he can fit inside the car, and before I can counter and say that I’ll have an easier time fitting in there, he closes the door with a happy grin, leaving me with the passenger’s seat as my only option.

This man… he needs to learn to choose his own comfort before mine, he won’t lose any lover points just because I get the uncomfortable seat for once.

Well, there’s no changing his mind, I know that much. Sitting inside at the same time as the driver does, I wear my seatbelt while Namjoon hands him the address to our house, and the drive begins in a silence that cannot cover the stress that floats over my head like a rain shower.

I try to focus on the scenery, mind using some visual points as landmarks for future references, but it’ll be easier to do when we can visit at our own pace some other day. Today will be busy enough as it is since we need to be there for when our furniture will be shipped over.

It was a bit of a wild guess to have everything happen in the same day when we had ten hours of traveling to do, but I’m confident we can make it happen. We’ve arrived in Crimson Bay before the given hour, and that’s good enough for me.

As the car goes up the hill where our new house is - we’ve never seen it in person even once, how crazy is that? - I notice that Namjoon is starting to fidget a little in the back seat.

His black horns are shining under the bright sunlight as he moves his face closer to the window, the tip of his nose nearly pressed against the glass and his eyes staring out at every houses like he’s trying to find something.

Or someone, I realize. Could it be?

“Joonie?” I speak up softly when he frowns at one house in particular, and his glance at me says everything I needed to know. We have a mate nearby, don’t we?

The car takes that time to slow down and turn into the next driveway, and I stare at the building that we’re now to call home. It looks really pretty and in good state, and the lawn is clean too, freshly cut with the garden and trees in good health. It’s a relief to know we weren’t lied to after all.

I pay for the drive while Namjoon starts pulling everything out of the car at high speed, his attention always pulled towards the house next to ours. I can see that he wants nothing more than to head over there and knock on the door, but we need to get our stuff first.

The driver helps us to bring everything to the front porch, he’s not much of a talker but he’s very helpful, there’s no denying that. He wishes us a good day before leaving, and Namjoon doesn’t waste anymore time when he grabs my hand before pulling us over to the neighbour’s house.

“Dragon mana, it’s soft and fragile, but it’s there, calling out to me” he blurts out on the way, hence confirming my thoughts. We have a mate in Crimson Bay, and we managed to buy the house right next to them.

Before we can make it to the door, it opens in one quick swing, and a young woman with messy hair steps out, eyelids still a bit heavy from a previous nap.

Her gaze surveys the horizon before finally settling on us, and my heart catches in my throat with a rapid pulse at her stunning beauty. The sunlight on her skin looks as if it painted her itself, with strokes of gold and a whole lot of love.

Her pointy little horns have a red and blue hue swirling around the light purple appendages, so different and delicate compared to Namjoon’s thicker and curved horns, and her pointy canines softly poke into her bottom lip due to a recent feed that the red-ish glow in her eyes validates.

That should strike me as abnormal, but my brain has no time for thoughts when her scent wafts over to me, causing me to inhale deeply with a sense of belonging that feels like home.

Roses, their fragrance spreads all over the place with an embrace that envelopes not only my body, but also my soul. There’s… chocolate in it too, heart-shaped chocolates pushed into the center of each flowers, and they bloom magnificently for us. Such a delicious scent she has.

We remain there, staring at one another in silence for goodness knows how long, until Namjoon finally closes the distance until he stands right in front of her, towering from all his height over this little beauty that already owns half of my heart.

I join them, not willing to be left out for even one second, soul relishing in the shyness that paints her face in the prettiest of colours.

“Seeing you has so easily explained why we’re here today” Namjoon murmurs as he raises a hand to softly caress her cheek, and her fluffed up scent makes my chest feel so full that it could burst at any time now.

Her big eyes flutter at him before falling on me, and I need to resist the urge to touch her too. We can’t crowd her space so quickly, that would be impolite. Namjoon lets go of her face, seemingly coming to the same conclusion as me, and she releases a soft breath.

“I’m sorry if we surprised you, we’re moving in next door today” I explain with a sweet voice that shows I’m already in love, I can hear it dripping from every words I speak myself, and I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so taken by her already.

Her eyes shine brightly as she glances between the two of us shyly, she’s giving such prey energy that it makes me want to cradle her close this instant so that nothing ever happens to her.

“This big dragon here is Namjoon, and I’m Hoseok, a vampire. You are a dragon, that we can see, but…” I gently press a finger against the tip of one of her canines, and she sucks in a breath, as if just now aware that it’s visible to the both of us.

“Are you a hybrid?” I ask her softly, worry already beginning to gnaw in the pit of my stomach, because if it’s true, then we have ourselves a very fragile mate indeed.

She hides her fangs behind a pout, it being the only way she can cover them without piercing her skin, and she sheepishly nods her head, which has Namjoon’s and my own heart falling at our feet. A bouncing ball that has lost its bounce, that’s how I feel.

“That’s right… but I promise there’s no need for concern, I’m doing well” she quickly blurts out a reassurance first, knowing very well how concerning that must be for us. It’s our first time meeting a half-breed, but we’re old enough to have heard a few heartbreaking stories about them.

“And, erm. My name is Y/N. I’ve been living here for a week now, so I’m still new around here. We have two other mates and… they’re also our neighbours. It’s the house before mine, but they’re not home right now”.

We all glance towards the building she points at, though we can barely see it from here because of the curved angle of our street. So we have three new mates, then? That’s not what I thought our first day here would be like, but I’m certainly not complaining.

“Jimin is a vampire and Yoongi’s a dragon, they’re very kind. I guess we’re not meant to have wolves in the bond” she wonders the end aloud before staring back at us with a smile, now that the initial shock has melted away.

“Can I help with bringing your stuff inside? I have nothing to do anyway, Jimin’s not coming back before an hour or two and Yoongi will be done with work at around five”.

“Of course” I speak faster than Namjoon can, knowing that he would deny her request otherwise. He shoots me a stare while I smile at her, an arm offered to guide her to our new home. She said that she’s doing well and to not worry, so let’s not treat her like a liar.

“Having some company while we unpack would be wonderful. We’re still awaiting our furniture, though, so the house is still empty. I hope you won’t mind”.

She sweetly links her arm with mine, and we begin our walk with Namjoon behind us, his grumpy frown on the mountain of heavy bags and luggage we left on the porch. I understand his unease about having her help us, but I also know that we should know better than to hold her back.

Her condition is one that we don’t know much about other than that too many hybrids have died young, but she doesn’t look that frail, and besides, she has a healthy complexion right now, that’s more than enough for me at the moment.

I agree that the heavy bags are too much, though. As a man… I cannot let this pretty lady carry them for us.

“So, you said you moved here about a week ago” I ask her once we reach the front door. I enter the code on the tactile lock before turning the knob when it makes a sound, and I push it open for the very first time.

“Yeah… it’s a long story but made short… a seer told my mother when I was young that coming here once I turned thirty would keep me healthy. Maybe she said so because she knew I’d meet my mates in Crimson Bay” she says that as if she only now made the links, and I hum as I inspect the house’s interior.

We’ll need to open some windows because of the stale air and the floor will need a good wash, but otherwise, it’s really not that bad. A little dirty, but nothing some cleaning can’t take care of in a day or two.

“Why did you and Namjoon move here, Hoseok?” she asks next as our burly mate pushes past us with the heaviest luggage first - he exhales roughly while putting it down and it echoes against the empty walls. Seeing that, Y/N also reaches the pile, eager to be of help.

I see Namjoon sharply turn around to stare at her with his breath held, only to release it when she grabs something light. I almost chuckle at the sight, but decide against it, knowing that his brain is on high alert right now.

He’d do everything himself if it was up to him, which it isn’t. Is our other dragon mate the same? Yoongi, was it?

“It was actually on a whim” I answer her question smoothly as I walk besides her with my arms full of differently sized bags. She helps me to put everything down on the floor while Namjoon goes back outside to continue with his task, content to just listen as we talk.

“I saw pictures of Crimson Bay last week, and they came with a link attached to this house, for some reason. So we looked at it, and we couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was there for us, that maybe starting anew here could be our next step in life. It all happened so fast, such big decisions made in the span of a few days”.

She lets out a small laugh, and I smile at her with a growing sensation of adoration in the pit of my stomach.

“It’s similar to my story. My family and I found the pictures last month, but we waited until after my birthday to have me move here. It was… very hard for them to let me go” she reveals softly, before grunting a little at the heavier bag she decided to carry in her arms.

That is, until Namjoon gently takes it from her once he notices.

“Leave the heavy ones to me, please” he murmurs with a pat to her head, and her face flushes slightly before she grabs the last smaller one. I grab the rest, happy to see that it didn’t take us long thanks to her, or maybe it’s because our dragon was intent on getting it done before she could get hurt.

“Why didn’t they come with you?” I ask her upon closing the front door, a quick survey of the living room showing me a few windows that will need a good scrub later. I walk around and open all of them, thankful for the nice weather outside.

Having nowhere to sit right now, she leans against the wall next to the kitchen, hands in her pockets.

“Because my fate isn’t theirs. I have to be here, but not them. This is my journey, my path to… I don’t know where it’ll lead me, actually. My family focused solely on the part that led us to believe I would be healthier here, but I rather like the independence that comes with it. I thought it would be scary, but it’s actually not. And the air, the sights… I really like Crimson Bay, much more than the city”.

I glance at her as she speaks, finding on her face a real relief at her new situation.

She likes the independence… did she have none back at home? That’s all I can think about as I open the last window while Namjoon does the same in every other rooms. It’s very dusty, we can see it in the air now, every little particles floating around us gathering like clouds.

The sight alone is suffocating, those windows will be open all night for sure.

“Crimson Bay is very beautiful, that’s true. Maybe the seer said your health would improve here because there’s not as much air pollution, the way the people live life feels different, too. Less stressful, there’s no one rushing anywhere, it’s peaceful”.

She makes a sound, then nods her head, her purple horns almost shining thanks to the reflection of the outside light. She’s beautiful, more so than any sights available in the world.

“You’re right, that makes sense. Stress isn’t good for my heart, so my family tried very hard to keep me from having to worry about anything. Here… Jimin and Yoongi are always by my side, but it’s different. Not controlling, just… safe”.

Hearing that makes me like them already. I normally would invite them to eat over for dinner, but the house isn’t in a state for receiving guests just yet. Maybe we could eat out somewhere, so we can get to know each other.

Y/N suddenly begins to cough, too much dust getting in her lungs, and Namjoon nearly trips on his feet as he comes running to open the front door again.

“The air inside isn’t good right now, stay close to the door” he says while guiding her to the porch with a secure arm over her shoulders, his nostrils flaring in nerves. He treats her as if she’s so fragile, a little paper doll, but the blush on her cheeks reassures me.

If it made her uncomfortable for even just one second, I would be stepping in.

“Why don’t you two go on a walk or something? The day is bright and warm and it would be a waste to spend it inside, just carry some water with you in case of dehydration. I’ll stay for when the moving truck gets here” I offer, wanting nothing more than for them to get acquainted with each other.

I feel like I’ll be doing all the talking otherwise, and that’s not what I want for them.

Y/N and Namjoon look at each other, and small smiles are shared before they nod at me. “I have water bottles in the fridge at home, I’ll get two” she chirps before running off to her place, which is to our left. I’ll have to get used to the fact that we’re neighbours. What a twist of fate that is.

“She’s adorable” Namjoon blurts out from the entrance, already feeling in his entire soul that he would do anything and everything for her. Enamored would be a better word, he is utterly enamored with her already.

“She truly is” I muse softly. “And we have two more mates, she said. I hope we can meet them soon”.

“Right, that’s true”.

I watch with a pleased sigh as he comes back inside to reach my side, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close so he can press another kiss onto my nose, then lips. I melt in his warmth, his scent of firewood always so calming to my senses.

It’s the aromatic smell of burning wood that spreads in the breeze at the end of a long day, but so much more loving and full of life. He pulls back so our noses bump onto one another, eyes shut, and we let ourselves enjoy this moment, one that feeds the soul and tends the heart.

“Thank you, Hobah, for finding this place. You led us straight to them” he murmurs against my lips, and I hum, eyes creasing as I press a kiss to his soft lips myself.

“Fate led us here, not me, but you’re welcome, Joonie. Now go spend some time with our sweet girl and don’t treat her like she could break with one wrong breath. She’s an adult, so clearly she’s overcome the worst of her hybrid condition, otherwise she wouldn’t be running about right now”.

His brows furrow slightly, lips pursed, but he nods nonetheless, a little sheepish as he glances at me with a pout. “Yeah, I’ll be careful. It’s just… you know how hard it is for me to not overdo it when it comes to my mates”.

“Oh, trust me, I know” I tease my man before pushing him gently towards the door. “Get going, now, she’s waiting for you outside. I’ll call you when the truck gets here, but I think I’ll be able to manage it on my own. You’ll come back to a messy, but otherwise furnished house”.

“As long as there’s a bed to cuddle you into the night, that’s all I need” he says with a grin before waving at Y/N from where she is outside, and I watch as he runs the last distance between them while I close the door behind him.

I put my hands on my waist once left alone, a determined huff pushed out before I get started with the cleaning. “It’s just you and I, house, so prepare yourself for a deep cleaning. Today is assuredly the last day you’ll be making my young mate cough”.

#Laurie☀️#the daughter of dragons #and the stealer of my heart and tears 😭

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shyminmin · 9 days

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marie claire always make him good (i learned new way to make gifs and im very happy about myself)

#he’s not human #😭😭😭

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shyminmin · 9 days

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GOSH LAURIE 😭😭😭 The emotions I got hit with in this, my god!! The tenderness of Yoongi and how Y/n finally let herself be a little more vulnerable around him had me melting in my chair! Yoongi being respectful the entire time like the king he is and not abusing the mating bond to overstep the ever softening boundaries between them. Our girl really had enough with life and I can totally relate with just wanting to cry and sleep forever. I wanna hug her 🥺😢😭

Even though there was a sombreness about them right throughout the chapter I couldn’t help but also feel incredibly cozy, like when y/n was bundled up in the blanket he gave her 🥲 And not Yoongi ordering more than what she asked for, god I love him 😂😂

Do I sense a growing desire in Yoongi too, him wanting to do things with his tongue hey. There’s definitely a fire blazing in him and I’m not talking about his magic 🤭👀😳

I could talk forever about this (and all your writing) but this is getting too long lol. Can’t wait for them to have dinner with the rest of them 🥹🥹💖💖

THE SOLSTICE COVEN

BTS (CENTRIC CAREGIVER! YOONGI) X WHEELCHAIR USER! READER MAGIC/SOULMATES AU

CHAPTER 8 (4k words)

For more information about this story, find it here

"Aw, are you still mad at me? It was hours ago, I haven't done anything else since then".

I huff and puff as I tiredly move away from his car and towards the house, somehow sore all over because of Yoongi's tickling during lunchtime. I still can't believe that Namjoon and Hoseok watched instead of helping me. I was suffering, and all they did was laugh.

The betrayal shall not be forgotten.

"You've done enough" I grumble before unlocking the door, and he sighs as he follows behind me. He closes the door and removes his shoes to leave the entrance while I transfer onto my inside wheelchair.

I don't bother with putting the other one in the closet, no strength left in my body for those extra steps when all I want is to rest.

I ended up working a few more hours in overtime after I was sent an urgent copy to translate for the legal team, and Yoongi eventually fell asleep on the couch while the building slowly emptied out. Hoseok came by to say goodbye, but didn't linger for too long as he didn't want to wake him up.

Needless to say, today has burned my brain until there's nothing left but a tiny rock pebble, and I would plop right down on the couch if that was something I could still do. Alas, I need to work out if I want to get there, and I don't even know if my body can allow me that right now.

Slowly, I make my way to the kitchen where I grab a glass that I fill with water, and magick does its usual thing to keep it cold while Yoongi's looking in the fridge for something to eat. I should've ordered us something at the company, but I was so focused on work and he was sleeping, so dinner was skipped right over.

I take my time drinking, feeling almost lethargic on my chair. Honestly, I think I could fall asleep right here at this point.

"There's not much left in here... I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow evening after dropping you off at home, do you think you'd be alright on your own for... let's say two hours?" he asks after a while of searching fruitlessly, and I hum before setting the empty glass on the counter.

"I used to spend entire days on my own, I think I'll be fine for two hours" I reply plainly, and I wince at how sarcastic my tone sounded even though that wasn't my goal. Yoongi turns around to stare at me as I make a move to exit the kitchen with the last of my energy.

"Y/N, are you alright?" he asks, concerned as he begins to follow after me. I can feel his magick washing over me, looking for something, but my ice crystals have been pretty obedient since lunch, he won't find anything strange this time.

"I'm just exhausted, Yoongi, don't worry about it" I let out while heading towards the living room, and I spot the lounge chair, wanting nothing more than to lie down on it and stop thinking until sleep welcomes me into its cold embrace.

With my lips pursed, I mentally prepare myself for the workout that's to come as I lock the brakes besides the bed-like couch, and I inhale deeply before trying to raise myself high enough so that I can at least sit on the edge first, but my arms don't last quite as long as I hoped for.

They shake and give up within seconds, and I almost fall off my chair when I fall back down. I groan in irritation, feeling the tears of exhaustion right there, beneath my water line. If one more thing doesn't go my way tonight, I'll cry like a baby, I can feel it.

Yoongi exhales deeply at the sight, then moves to my side with an earnest expression on his face.

"Do you want my help?".

Such a simple question that is, to be offered help, and yet it currently feels as if Yoongi just offered to move a mountain just to make my life easier. I try to not let the tears show, but he only needs to see the way I'm clenching my jaw and the shine in my eyes to know that I'm reaching a limit today.

"Please, that'd be nice of you" I answer weakly, and he hums softly before leaning down to pick me up bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he raises one knee over the couch to better lower me over it, gentle and careful as always.

"Thank you" I murmur as I adjust myself to be more comfortable, and he leaves briefly before coming back with a blanket that he draws over me once I'm done moving the cushions on each sides to keep me in the position I want.

He then sits by my feet and observes in silence as I finally allow myself to close my eyes and relax.

"Do you need anything? I can make you a warm drink, some hot chocolate, or a tea maybe. I'll have a look into ordering some food for tonight, is there something you'd like? We can have anything you want" he asks with his low husky voice that never fails to make my heart tingle.

I open my eyes to gaze at him, then smile lightly. I still feel fragile, but I'm also starting to feel better now, thanks to him.

Before Yoongi was brought into my life, days where I'd feel this way happened too often, and they were excruciating. There wasn't much I hated more than when I'd be too tired to do anything, and to have no one whom I could rely on during those moments was enough to break my heart in pieces and make me cry until late into the night.

But this handsome man, right there, is asking me how he can help me to feel better, his eyes showing that he would move not one, but every mountains in his path if needs be. He's so quickly becoming my safe zone in a world that continually screams danger into my ears.

"You don't need to do anything for me, Yoongi" I muse softly. "Being here by my side is enough. It's more than enough".

He keeps staring intently, the pupils of his eyes getting darker and bigger as he processes what I just said. There's a feral, untamed beast that's beginning to awaken in the depths of his guts, and it feels to Yoongi like it could jump out at anytime if he didn't try so hard to keep it there.

How can I say that so easily to him, looking like this? It's making him want to do things that he's never done before.

He wants to feel me close, heart to heart, and admire me all night. He wants to taste my lips and blow my mind with a dance that only his tongue would know. He doesn't know where that urge is coming from, he only knows that this beast wasn't awake until now.

Is it because he learned of the bond? Or was his love always meant to burn with passion beneath all that tenderness? He inhales deeply, needing to calm himself as I continue to stare at him, completely unaware of what's going on in his mind, heart and soul right now.

"You need to eat something, Y/N. You barely ate anything during lunch" he finally speaks, though his voice sounds a little hoarser than usual. I would complain and say that I'm still not hungry, but the look he gives me keeps my mouth shut, and I instead stare out at the window.

"Something easy to eat... sushis could be good. I think I have enough bills in my wallet to pay for it, but I don't think I can get out of this couch anymore, so if you could bring my bag over... I'll give you the money. I'm most likely going to spend the night here because my body has given up on me".

"As long as you're comfortable, that's not a problem, but I'm not letting you pay for tonight" he states as he grabs his phone to have a look at sushi restaurants nearby, and I huff softly as he stands up to reach the kitchen where he grabs a pen and a paper.

"You paid yesterday, Yoongi, I'm not going to let you pay two nights in a row" I counter, but he ignores me and instead begins writing down the order.

"Name everything you like so I can write it down. Do you need to see the menu?".

Grumbling under my breath, I shake my head, considering that I know my sushis pretty well. What is up with men and wanting to cover the bill all the time? Hoseok and Namjoon paid for our lunch as well, and they were not taking no for an answer.

"Then I'll order everything on the menu until you're sweating and begging me to stop" I start off with a grumpy grimace, but that only makes him grin with a satisfied nod of the head, like that's all he wanted to hear. Damn it.

"That sounds good to me. I'm listening, doll".

Yoongi's POV

After a meal that was both delicious and entertaining, I had the pleasure of watching as Y/N slowly fell asleep, cheek squished into a cushion and the blanket wrapped around her all the way up to her nose.

I didn't know it'd something I would enjoy so much, but it felt special, the way that her eyes slowly fluttered shut in front of the tv show we'd put on to end the night on a good note and give a break to the brain.

I smile to myself as she mumbles something in her sleep, too many sushis being a part of the unintelligible sentence she makes up. For someone who wanted me terrified at the prospect of ordering for us both, she unsurprisingly went with only what she thought she'd be able to eat.

So, as it should, I ordered more.

Maybe a bit too much, all things considered, but nothing too bad. The shock on her face when she saw the food pile up on the coffee table made me laugh out loud, though, a laughter that was unlike anything I'd ever achieved before.

In the past, I used to think that I simply wasn't the kind of guy to laugh, or that I was probably just meant to feel grumpy all the time. People would call me cold, boring, and I was told a couple of times that my face was the only good thing about me.

That used to sting, especially when those words would come from someone I thought of as a friend.

But with Y/N, everything feels... lighter. I find myself smiling a lot more often and teasing her, and I honestly love her reactions when I annoy her. She's unashamedly herself when she's with me, and it makes it easier for me to do the same.

Of course, there are times when she tries to hide behind smiles, times when she puts up a front to look stronger than she feels, but today, I feel like I got to see more of her, without all those barriers. She allowed herself to be a little more vulnerable in front of me, and that made me very happy.

She doesn't always open up when it matters the most, but today, she allowed herself to crack a little, at least enough to lean on me. She didn't allow herself to cry when her exhaustion and frustration teamed up against her, but she allowed herself to melt in my arms.

Maybe she didn't realize it herself, that her body relaxed in my arms when I picked her up earlier, but I did. I felt her muscles instantly lose of that painful tension as I cradled her to my chest, with her arms around my neck.

Her warmth soothed my soul, and I would've lied down by her side if I'd listened to my heart.

I didn't, though. I wanted to. I still do. But not like this, not when she's asleep.

I head to the kitchen to clean up everything and put what's left of dinner in the fridge, then head back to the living room to watch some more of the show on the television.

Gone like she is, I doubt she'd wake up because of it, and anyway, she did mention that she didn't mind if I kept watching Netflix while she slept. Such a sweetheart she is, making sure that I don't worry before putting me through that exact situation.

I would've forced myself to go to bed if she hadn't said what she did, even though I'm not tired yet. How could I sleep after the day we had? I learned that she is my mate, and that her coworker, Hoseok, and his mate, and their coven, are also our mates.

So quickly did I go from being alone and lonely, to having such great people around me. All because I accepted a contracted job that stated I would need to be by her side 24/7 to keep an eye on her magick and health.

It's most certainly the best thing to have ever happened to me.

I wonder what the future is going to be like from now on. At the end of the week, we'll be meeting the entire coven at their place for dinner, but I don't even know how many they are. There could be two more people to meet, or it could be five, or more, who knows?

Meeting new people... I've gotten better at that, but it's still nerve-wracking. I can be more like myself with Y/N now, but with the others, it's going to be another process all over again. Hopefully, the ride won't be too bumpy or I might try to pull back a little.

Knowing that thinking about all this now won't do me any good other than making me anxious, I decide to focus only on the show, even though I can barely understand what's going on right now. Has an entire episode played without me knowing? I think so.

Still, it's doing quite a good job at captivating my attention, so well that I don't even notice that Y/N has woken up until she speaks up.

"That guy sucks. Just look at the way he keeps lying in everyone's faces, he's up to no good".

A corner of my lips curls up, and I let my eyes fall on her sleepy form to find her snuggled on her side with her eyes on the television. "That's because you missed the last two episodes. He doesn't have a choice but to lie, otherwise it's the others who would betray him. He's actually the good guy".

"Oh. Wait, really? But he's the one who did all the bad stuff to the main characters" she utters out with a baffled look on her face, that's the last thing she expected to hear, I can see that much. I snort before shaking my head, she's so gullible.

"I'm just messing with you. I don't know what happened in the last episodes either".

"Why are you still watching the show then, silly?" she asks with a giggle that clears the sky of my soul to better paint it with the colours of peace, she does it so easily that it must be an unknown magick of hers.

"I was too lazy to find out where I stopped watching" I answer with a laugh of my own when she bursts into a bigger fit of giggles, why is she being so cute right now? Who's still adorable, giggly woman?

"I really shouldn't laugh, I need to pee" she whines as she wipes her teary eyes, her comment sounding playful despite the discomfort it must bring her.

"Want some help again?" I ask when she begins to scoot towards the edge of the couch where she manually moves one leg at a time down in front of her, I'd honestly really like to hold her once more, but she smiles while shaking her head, chair pulled a little closer before she transfers onto it smoothly.

"This is fine. It's getting in bed that I dread" she replies with a sigh as she circles the coffee table to reach the bathroom. She closes the door behind her without another word, and I keep staring at it for a moment before turning off the tv.

Would she be uncomfortable if I got her in bed myself? Or is that going too far, too soon?

I wait next to her bedroom's door in silence, hands crossed behind my back as I lean against the wall, heart doing nervous stutters as I hear her take care of her nightly routine. Hands, face, teeth, then rinsing her mouth.

Does she have a pyjama in there? She can't sleep in those clothes, they're too warm.

Before I can do anything about that, she exits the bathroom and heads my way, a knowing glint across her face that tells me she knows why I'm standing here. It would be obvious to anyone watching, honestly.

"I need to get changed first, Yoongi, but you can help me after that. Give me just...five minutes".

Preening in quiet, I open the door for her and watch as she enters her bedroom with a few tired pushes on her chair's wheels. Her energy is clearly running out by now, will she be fine? She knows I can help with changing her outfit, though I don't expect her to ask.

The fact that she's my mate can easily be pushed to the back of my mind for tasks like that, as it means assisting her as a caregiver. Doing my job well will always be my priority, but the same cannot be said for her. Not to mention that I am a man, not everyone would like that.

Still, after the five minutes have gone by with a lot of sighs from inside her room, I eventually find the courage to knock on her door softly. This cannot keep going any longer. She stills, and her agitated magick crawls around my own and pulls on it, as if begging for my help since she cannot dare to ask.

"Y/N... despite our evolving circumstances, I hope you won't forget that I'm foremost here to help you as a caregiver. You're allowed to ask for help when you're struggling, there's nothing to be embarrassed about" I speak gently, only wanting to remind her of her rights.

I'm not here as decoration, is what I want her to remember.

She sniffles lightly, and her magick pulls even more urgently on mine, yet I remain where I am, the shut door between us. It feels excruciating to not be by her side this instant, but I will never make a move in such a circumstance without her consent.

"I'm half naked, Yoongi. I can't let you see me like this" she finally speaks weakly, voice wavering slightly under her shame and tears.

She sounded so cheerful just a moment ago, yet now she seems so exhausted that it puts to shame the fatigue I saw on her face when we arrived home after work. When did she take a break for the last time? No work, no responsibilities, no nothing?

It's starting to feel like she might be on her way to reaching a burnout, if I take the few hints she's unconsciously given me since the last week. Today might have only been the cherry on the cake, with the mates reveal and her physical struggles.

"Y/N, I am trained for situations like this. I promise, if you let me help, I won't look. All I want is for you to be comfortable, and that includes respecting your boundaries. I won't insist, the choice is yours alone. Just... keep in mind that you can use me, that's why Doctor Wang had you hire me".

She's silent for another minute before she finally opens the door slightly, eyes downcast in her flowy pyjama top. "I just need help with the pants... please. I wanted to go for a nightdress, but they're all in the dirty laundry".

I hum softly, then walk in at her permission. "We'll start the washing machine tomorrow morning. Thank you for trusting me, Y/N, it means a lot to me. Let's get you dressed, then in bed, shall we? Today has been a long day for you, hasn't it? You did good, lean on me".

With her wobbly chin and wet cheeks, I help her with pulling up her pants, all while respecting my promise to her. It's much faster this way, but by the end, she looks ready to crumble and cry herself to sleep.

"I'm sorry, it's not you, I swear" she says when I stare at her with a growing concern. "I just feel so tired and... drained. Mentally drained" she explains before sighing her annoyance. "Gosh, I feel ridiculous, I don't know why I'm like this".

I shake my head, her hands in mine as I kneel before her. Her eyes are turning puffier by the minute and it makes me want to cradle her close to comfort her. This sight breaks my heart like a shadow cuts through the light.

"You don't need to apologize, doll, it's fine. Hold onto me, I'll get you in bed".

She nods slowly, then wraps her arms around my neck just like earlier. With one arm under her knees, I lift her up, then turn around to softly lower her on the mattress, and she just stares at me as I try to move her into what I consider a cozy position, no directives from her making me a little anxious.

Is this fine? She would tell me if it wasn't, right? Or has her exhaustion rendered her unable to speak anymore? That wouldn't be rare.

I cover her with the blanket, then make a step back, ready to leave her room so she can finally rest. Only, in doing so, her hand grips onto the hem of my shirt. I stop moving, unsure of what she wants from me.

Is the position not right after all, or is it something else?

"What's wrong, Y/N?" I ask her with a low, soothing voice. I try to get her to look me in the eyes, but she fully avoids my gaze as she keeps her grip tight. "You know you can tell me anything. I can't guess if you don't tell me what's wrong".

"Can you... stay?".

My heart skips a beat, then another one, before my eyes widen.

"You want me to stay... until you fall asleep? Or all night?" I ask for clarifications, though my heart is thumping quickly already, magick buzzing against my skin, into my soul, with excitement. She hides her face under the blanket, but not before I can see the dark reddening of her ears.

"Can I ask for the entire night? Is that too much? You don't have to if-"

"Y/N, if I ever refuse that kind of request, you call the police because that wouldn't be Min Yoongi but an imposter. Can I take a couple of minutes to get changed and do my nightly routine? I'll be back as soon as I'm done".

That manages to get a tiny laugh from her, much to my relief, and she nods her head before turning on her stomach to adjust the pillows on her twin bed. That means we'll be really close, right? Am I getting too ahead of myself if I think about hugging her all night? Did she want space between us?

"Don't take too long, otherwise I'll fall asleep without you" she muses softly, and I run out of her bedroom to reach mine as fast as I possibly can at this late hour, her amusement echoing from behind me as I hurry to grab my softest clothes.

No matter what she chooses for tonight, I will be fully satisfied. I settle with that thought as I head to the bathroom, a happy bounce in my steps.

#Laurie☀️#my soul is crying that I don’t have a Yoongi to pick up my broken pieces 🥲

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༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.2k ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Panic/trauma and minor angst

Tiny pin-points of light dotted my vision as I ever so slowly came to. They stood out against the dark, roughened backdrop above, shrouding the surrounding area in hues of brilliant blues and greens.

Marveling at the delicate cosmos that seemed to bathe me in its welcoming glow, I was brought to the attention of my other awakening senses.

A soft surface below me, supporting my laid out form as well as an equally comforting sensation covering me from the top, perhaps a blanket? Was I in some sort of bed? It certainly didn’t feel like a regular mattress but at the same time I dare say was incredibly comfortable. If I were to close my eyes again I was sure it wouldn’t be too hard to fall back to sleep.

How did I end up here? Where even is here?

My eyes blinked, clearing the last remnants of my sleep induced vision.

Was it night time? Those lights above resembled stars but also didn’t. The atmosphere was also eerily quiet and strangely had an odd sense of weightlessness to it, like the effects of gravity were significantly reduced. Huh.. weird.

I subconsciously let out a breath not thinking much of it, however to my astonishment I watched as a trail of bubbles appeared from my exhale and steadily floated upwards before eventually dissolving some few feet above me. What th-

Bubbles? I blinked.

Since when do I breathe bubbles? It was safe to say that I was becoming all the more confused by the minute….and a little cautious.

I racked my brain for an explanation. The only instance where creating such an anomaly was possible was if one was…

Realization came barreling into me and my eyes grew to the size of saucers.

If one was… “Underwater..” I weakly verbalized that last word.

Like a switch being flipped my heart skyrocketed as I abruptly shot up into a seated position. Blood rushed to my head in the sudden change of position as I shivered, clutching my throat in concern. I disregarded the current environment I was placed in as my fingers grazed over three distinct grooves on each side of my neck. I felt them open and close causing me to yelp out in surprise, retracting my hand instantly.

“What, what is this!?”

I gasped, my logical brain causing me to think that I was suffocating due to the fact that I was submerged in water.

That’s when flashes of images invaded my mind. Brief memories of scenery, of phantom sensations.

I remember being carried and tossed into water and then… I was in incredible pain.

I continued to squirm and let in hesitant inhales, still weary of not being able to effectively extract oxygen from the water. I tasted the faint acidity of salt as it entered my mouth along with the water. Where I thought it would overwhelm my sinuses it did the exact opposite, rather it somehow sparked little zaps of energy to circulate through me from the top of my head to the very tips of my toe-

Oh god, I can’t feel my toes!

I immediately tried to move my legs but my brain couldn’t identify or locate the certain limbs or muscles associated with them. It was like they didn’t exist anymore. Or more so, like they had merged..

Gulping down another lot of sea water, that somehow felt ridiculously right, I directed my gaze down to my current dilemma. I had been right as my eyes took in the blanket-like material present as it covered me from the hips down. Dark greenish thatching conveniently hiding the mystery that was my questionable limbs…or lack thereof?

My heart thumped and my breath wavered as I froze, at a loss as to what to do next.

Should I lift it up and see the damage or play it safe and remain blissfully ignorant? Oh the choices.

After a few moments I willed myself to snap out of it, furrowing my brows in determination. No Y/n, be strong, you’ve gotten this far – wherever this is – you can do this. You can’t just sit here and be clueless forever!

My inner banter resolved, I shakily gripped the edge of the soft blanket, scrunching it up slightly like one would do a stress ball, because as sure as hell I needed the outlet. The faint aching that had sprouted from deep within the beds of my nails from this very action all the while going completely unnoticed amidst the mental chaos.

Come on, come on, I continued to pester myself. It’s not that hard! Just chuck the darn thing off!

But really, who could blame me for acting hesitant?

Waking up in an unknown place with no indication on whether you’re safe or in danger, on top of not knowing whether you still had functioning limbs was bound to make anyone feel uneasy. Not to mention the fact that my body had seemingly mutated to breathe underwater of all things. Life’s too boring for stuff like this to normally happen. Books or movies yes but not in regular, non-fictional reality. Dreams were another possibility but this felt way too real for that to be the case. I even did the classic pinch on the arm and low and behold an unpleasant prick of pain made itself known.

Dreams..

Up until this point, my mind had been encompassed in a – lack of better words – bubble of amnesia. That was until the subject of dreams irreverently sidled in to pop that pocket of forgetfulness, causing all my previous memories to flood in like the water around me. Past experiences fell into place now creating a clear and concise path on how I found myself in my current predicament.

Dreaming of agonizing nights on the beach…them practically persuading me to come travel to that lonely seaside town. To go there and find the truth…truth of my past, of myself…

Truth of who I really am.

“Ai child, ye be one of 'em... A mermaid."

Mermaid.

Before I knew it, the strange blanket that was previously covering me was flying upwards away from my trembling form. Its unusual trajectory produced a slight undercurrent that gently flowed up and around my face, lifting small tresses of my hair along with it where they flowed and fanned out behind me like strands in a breeze.

But these things were all good and forgotten as something far greater in uniqueness had come and none too kindly knocked them into oblivion to claim that all important first place.

This can’t be real..

No, no..

This can’t be real!?

My body sat stock still, frozen in place; in time... My blood ran cold as it filled my ears, making them ring.

For there, taking up the bottom half where my legs used to be, was a long and sleek tail.

Stemming from my hip bones and just below my navel area, rows and rows of tough yet delicate looking scales made themselves known. They overlapped one another like a finely woven tapestry where they eventually branched away to make way for a wide and sweeping fluke. When I looked a little closer at the-… my fins, I noticed that they were slightly iridescent, as reflected from the strange lighting above me.

What…h-how?..

All I seemed to be capable of doing was to gape and stare intensely and then gape some more. No, maybe that was just my inner gold-fish finally surfacing, I certainly had the physical attributes to pass for one.

My mind, which was a toss between what I can only pinpoint as a nervous wreck and a cautious trance, didn’t process one of my hands slowly reaching forward to graze over a section of my new fishy limb. To my surprise the tiny, plated bits of armor were incredibly smooth, like flat tiles of polished gemstones. But what was even more awe inspiring was their distinctive shade.

Not blue yet not quite a purple colour either, I sat there and contemplated this conundrum. No.. it was moreso somewhere in between those two prominent hues and a perfect combo of them at the same time.

I felt my eyes gloss over then with a strange form of nostalgia, a significant weight creeping up in my chest.

That colour…

It reminded me of lonely days just before or after my countless shifts at work, of staring out of my tiny bedroom window just after the sun had slumbered behind the horizon. The colour the sky would transition into, like a celestial body of water that purely existed between the cusp of day and night.

The somber yet deceptively beautiful energy I would get enveloped with every time I found myself immersed in that strangely intimate setting. Knowing that there were still sights like this, although rare and fleeting, that were worth living for regardless of the outweighing negativity, dullness and tiring aspects the grim world would constantly dominate me with…

That colour..

Within such a view, I would witness how the first remnants of stars would appear and how on certain days of the month, a delicate crescent would hang near where its sibling would have just descended; chasing him, longing for his company.

Those evenings in particular were always my favourite… In a way, they were like looking at a reflection of myself; a tiny sliver of light quietly drifting through a sea of uncertainty, purely existing but vying for something more.

Though on the flip side, it also in a way served as a desirable state of existence, a dream to strive towards. Instead that moon, rather than wandering aimlessly through a nullifying sea, would be rather at home in her element. The equilibrium of purples and blues would instead be a place where she would wholeheartedly belong basking in the utter contentment her deprived soul no longer craved.

Oh, that colour…

A droplet of warmth trailed down my cheek, almost instantly getting absorbed by the liquid around me like it had never been there to begin with. My lips trembled yet still turned upward to form a minute but genuine smile of admiration.

Of gratitude.

That was when I knew. That was when that lightbulb of revelation shined above me, as it finally granted me a name.

Indigo.

I blinked back more of that warmth that sheened my orbs.

A colour of rarity, of loneliness, but also of the purest serenity in the toughest and silent of times. A pigment of reflection, a beacon of reverence… a lighthouse of hope.

Indigo… that’s what it was called..

The one aspect that got me through the day by day repetitiveness of life where everything and anything seemed utterly worthless; futile in its entirety.

Yes, Indigo..

It was my colour… is my colour…

For if there was one thing that I could claim in this life, this universe, that was and would be solely mine and mine alone.. it would definitely have to be the etheric colour of indigo..

Now physically displayed in the form of shining scales for not just myself but for the world to see, that in itself only further solidified that notion.

For it was that distinct yet fleeting ocean between light and darkness that was and is my very essence…

I allowed one more minuscule droplet of warmth free before I reluctantly guided my gaze back upwards to finally get a full view of where I was.

From what I could gather, I was smack-dab in the center of a circular room of sorts. Its walls were formed of tough rock while its floors were made up of what I could only assume was a type of sandstone by their colour and texture. There were the strange starry lights above of course and the ‘bed’ that I was placed within that was slightly elevated off the ground by a platform of more yellowish sandstone.

My eyes caught on to places on the walls where small sections were carved out to form in-built shelves where nick-nacks of various sizes were securely set upon. Glass jars of different trinkets and coloured liquids, boxes and chests of no-doubt invaluable possessions as well as a few crystals spread amongst all the chaotic order. These tiny details made the place seem more personal and lived in.

Lived in by who?, my mind uttered to me.

Waves of ink shadowing pearly skin glided through my mind. The lingering feeling of strong, pale hands directing me towards billowing salty depths. Those brooding cerulean orbs that constantly put me in a trance.

Yoongi..

This place must be his..

My head snapped to the one remaining feature of this organically structured room that I missed. Directly in front of me was a large archway donned with a piece of curtained fabric, blocking me from seeing where it led. An entryway. The doorway to his bedroom if the thing I was lying on was anything to go by.

It would have had to have been a good solid five or so minutes that whizzed by where I just aimlessly locked eyes on that one lone doorway, not knowing if I should entertain the notion of venturing out of it to see what other anomalies await. How could a room feature be so imposing in that sense, like it was some sort of inanimate dictator of my fate.

To go through or not to go through?

I looked down at my tail then back up towards the doorway, the drapery that hung from it appearing black against the stone walls. But when I proceeded to look closer, I realized it was actually an extreme shade of dark blue; the kind of shadowy depths that a certain someone’s eyes would shift to when faced with various forms of tribulation.

Or a certain level of caution if I were to judge the current orbs staring back at me now after I went to blink once.

Gasping in surprise, I jumped in my seat, not expecting the sudden intrusion. Misjudging the strength of my jolt and forgetting about the lack of gravity that comes with being submerged in water, my body shot up about 3ft, the salty liquid only aiding my ascent.

“Eek!!”

Oh god, oh god, oh god!

Help!

I was like a cartoon character, spastically waving my arms around, trying to grab ahold of something to stop the upwards momentum of my body. Any attempt to maneuver myself in an orderly manner went right out the window. My tail, a dead weight, didn't help in the slightest. My brain was unable to translate the new body part and as a result ran up blank on potential movement altogether.

“Well if this isn’t a sight to behold. Awake and already making a fuss I see.” A calm, mocking voice rang out in contrast to my otherwise chaotic kerfuffle. A slight shiver raked through me at the words.

I craned my neck to the direction of their source but the sudden change in rotation caused me to tumble down in spirals and awkward somersaults, my tail, due to its length and mass causing the majority of my spontaneous water aerobics.

Gosh, I’m gonna be sick, the constant spinning and view change encouraging my stomach to turn sour. Blue and green swirls blurring my vision.

A huff met my ears after several more seconds, the sounds much closer than before, almost like they were right beside me.

That was soon justified when my body collided with warmth, my hands smoothing over something broad and sinewy. A different and much larger pair quickly snagged onto my forearms, evidently stopping my next body roll in its tracks. One powerful tug downwards later and I was back to where I had initially started, the familiar bedding in the center of the room supporting my seated form as my indigo tail flopped limply over its side, swaying in tune to the moving water.

Not knowing I was holding my breath all that while, I let out a much needed sigh of relief, my gills opening to release some tension in the form of excess water and bubbles.

“Not a minute has passed and you’ve already managed to find a way into my arms. He rasped. “What’s your next move, woman? Falling from the sky?”

Frowning at the comment that was dripping with sarcasm, I looked to my right, my snarky savior meeting my gaze, mouth turned up in a slight smirk.

“Yoongi..” his name left my lips before I knew it. I blinked a couple of times to get ahold of my bearings, the last of my queasiness thankfully subsiding. He just stared down at me from where he was sitting next to me, an arm’s length or so between us which I would have appreciated more if not for his ever present haughtiness.

“Hmm, you remember my name, there may be some hope for you yet.”

Before I could come up with a reply to his quip, I was drawn to a particular formation of scales much like my own swaying lazily from side to side. They were so dark that I was sure they were capable of sucking the light out of the very space around them. I noted the slither of skin they faded out from, marking their starting point at the occupant’s waist, and from there roughly connected the dots.

Another tail… His tail…

This was Yoongi’s tail..

I stared agape.

It complimented his inky locks perfectly; a solid amalgamation of corded muscle plated over by jewels of pure night. A powerful looking fluke spanned almost double the width of my own, the innermost membrane of it radiating an all too familiar deep cerulean.

Beautiful…

I immediately diverted my gaze, having just realized what I was doing. Ashamed at my thoughts. Oh gosh, was it rude to stare at a mermaid’s…erm.. mer-man’s tail? Did I just break some unspoken rule in their culture, ogling like a freak?

Gaze now focused back on my own tail, I physically blanched. In comparison, it looked so puny and almost fragile, the superiority of his own weighing me down bit by bit. He could no doubt get up to ridiculous speeds from one measly flick of that huge and sturdy fin, or even knock someone out cold if subjected to the sheer mass of his tail’s scaled base.

I drew my sights upwards, praying that I didn’t weird out the merman that had remained silent all the while.

My worried thoughts were knocked out of the way however by another devastating sight. Well, that’s to say if being at the risk of bumping your nose into someone’s extremely bare chest is reason enough to warrant such a telling.

Heat rose as my throat locked up for a moment where I almost proceeded to choke on the water trying to pass through at the time.

“Y-you have no– w-where’s your shirt?!” I nearly fell over on my side from the speed at which I turned away, the resulting whiplash from all the sudden movements I was doing catching up to me, scrambling my brain. My cheeks were all but aflame and possibly boiling the water around them.

Mortified, the image of an expansive chest was forever burned into the back of my retinas; for better or for worse, I was still very much on the fence about. Wide plains and hardened ridges of moon-bathed skin swam in front of my vision tantalizingly where they joined to flow down into a tapered waist and taut stomach. He was more toned than I had initially thought, his loose fitting clothing having done an exceptional job of deceiving onlookers on just how well rounded his physique actually was; shoulders wider than anticipated and arms gifted with a visible strength that I could vouch for from firsthand experience.

Having never been in the same vicinity of a man for more than a few minutes at a time as my jobs allowed it and from my blatant lack of socializing, a shirtless man for that matter was on a whole nother level of insanity.

“Uh yeah.. We are underwater. Clothing isn’t really a thing – or needed for our kind. Well… for males at least.”

I remained silent and rigid, not daring to look back at the ungodly scene that loomed behind me.

An appalled grunt resounded from the man, a resultant of my body language that screamed discomfort. “Flustered over a little skin of all things?” He probed on. At that, I felt him scoot closer to me, making me in turn shrink in on myself like some petrified turtle.

“I am n-not!” My entire face by this stage felt like the inside of a volcano. I swear I could make out the bubbling of steam floating around my head.

“You’re just a little.. I-I’m just not used to being up so close.. a-and personal like t-this that I’m forced to not look at anything else!”

An amused scoff rang out, he was an inch or so from my back; I could tell by the wave of intensity that errantly washed over me, lifting the hairs on my neck.

“Oh really, I would never have guessed.”

“C-can you put your chest away or s-something?” I shot out, only then noting how weird that sentence actually sounded and cringed. I never thought claustrophobia from the presence of one’s…uh…lack of clothing was a thing.

“No can do, I'm afraid. You’ve just gotta start getting accustomed to the new dress code we’ve got going for us down here.”

You mean a lack of one. I let a low grumble slip past at that inevitability.

“Or perhaps,” his head craned beside my ear, making me flinch, “You’re just afraid you might secretly enjoy that fact?”

If my head was presumably a volcano, then that last remark just caused its long awaited eruption. A mix of flustered irritation all but burst and overflowed out of me as I gritted my teeth, trying to stave off the influx of emotions. From there, I proceeded to clench my hands into fists.

Big mistake.

In the next moment, an uncanny bout of pain rippled from below the beds of my fingers as my palms almost got sliced open.

My nails had all but extended into two inch claws!

As any normal person would do in this situation I let out an ear splitting shriek. Who knew this would spook me out more than finding out that I had a whole ass fish tail instead of legs, or be on par to the more mundane approach of simply viewing a man’s chest. Y/n, you really need to get your priorities straight in terms of the fright department. Pointy nails, really?

Holding my hands out away from the rest of my body, I went to shake them out, hoping that the action would somehow get rid of these needle-like atrocities.

Get ‘em off, these things! Get them away from me!

I could feel the eye roll from behind and not too long after a ripple of water washed over me. Those same large hands that had righted me before were now swallowing my own up in their tight grasp. He had swiftly maneuvered himself in front of me as I jolted at the contact, trying to yank them out of his hold but he was stubborn and held them strong.

“Always so jumpy.” He mumbled. “Relax, they’re just your–”

“Wha- What’s going on? What’s wrong with them!?

“First–” he cut in almost straight after with slight irritation, “You really need to calm down, something you seem to find particularly difficult!”

You try handling something like this for the first time and see if you fare any better. I really wanted to give him a piece of my mind in retaliation to his callousness. Jerk.

If the merman noticed my inner spite, he didn’t let on. Instead, he resorted to holding my hands still and in place, constantly squeezing them to stop their shaking. If I wasn’t already worked up enough with dealing with daggers in place of nails then the sudden hand holding would most certainly reign supreme in turning me into complete hysterics. No actually, let’s be real here, they were definitely working in tandem to get me over the edge.

“Do I really need to tell you to breathe again?” Yoongi uttered a little softer but still maintained that level of firmness. He was referring back to all the times he implored me to do so during that harrowing transformation of human to mermaid, however long ago that was now. “Work with me here, woman,” another squeeze of my hands followed as he waited for me to act on his request.

I shakily huffed as I closed my eyes, ridding my view of my monstrous nails. Working with the slits along my neck, I started a steady pace of one deep breath in and out. Such a process seemed to work, my breathing growing more calm and steady as the minutes ticked by. The awe factor that came about when utilizing my gills worked wonders in transforming my nerves into more bearable spouts of intrigue instead.

As my panic continued to fizzle out, I was soon guided out of my reverie by another firm squeeze from a set of pale hands. My eyes opened in an automatic reply and the bewitching blue of his own was the final nail that sealed my anxieties away – for now, at least.

He blinked, garnering my change in temperament and cleared his throat.

Guiding my gaze back down to the dilemma at hand (quite literally) he stroked the side of one of my ‘dagger nails’ with his thumb, my heart unknowingly skipping a beat. “These claws you’ve got here are what we call piercers. All merfolk have them, they’re really nothing special.”

I watched on as he allowed his right hand to part from the cocoon he had formed around my own and held it up before us, fingers splayed out in a backwards high five. The veins on the top of his palm pulsed while I barely made out the slightest twitch of his fingertips. Half a second later, five lengthy nails shot up like pointed spears. They were identical to my own, although maybe a little longer if I wanted to be really particular. He turned his hand so I could view them from multiple angles.

“They’re able to extend as you see here and…” A sound similar to a sword getting sheathed met my ears as they all too swiftly shrunk back down like they were never there to begin with, points now blunted at the ends; deceptively human. “…retract.”

I blinked, mind stark with disbelief.

“They’re used in both offensive and defensive measures, like most land predators you’ve no doubt seen somewhere in your time up there. They’re foremost a means of survival. The ocean isn’t like the surface; it can be tough and grueling to even the best of us. In the worst of cases, a mer’s piercers can be the only thing hovering between you and your end.” He stared between my eyes, weighing my reaction and continued when I appeared fine. “Anything from gripping onto surfaces if a current is too strong, tearing through netting to escape or ripping or even piercing into things for sustenance. All these things and more are applicable for an easier time down here in the deep.”

I dumbly nodded along to his explanation, trying to take in as much information as possible because I had a feeling that he wasn’t one who had the patience to repeat himself. Tuning into this ‘Mermaids 101’ lesson was imperative for my hopeful assimilation into this new lifestyle.

“They fully form when a mer reaches maturity. There’s a short transitional period beforehand where you can partially extend them, a sort of time of adjustment to get a grasp on how to work them fully.” He let out a tired sigh then, “That would’ve been a helpful time for you but I guess we can’t have everything come easy to us now can we.”

“T-that’s all fine and well but…uh…h-how do I make them shrink back to normal?” I spoke up, still eyeing my so-called piercers with discomfort. I certainly didn’t want to run the risk of taking somebody's eye out with these literal knives poking out. They looked like something straight out of a horror movie and were ever a safety hazard in my book.

Another strained sigh broke out from Yoongi's lips.

“Adrenaline can set them off; with your total lack of experience, I’d gather that even just tensing your hands can lead to the same conclusion, whether you’re in active danger or not.”

Great. My shoulders slumped at the realization. So even just exercising a joint or muscle wrong could lead to a good old ‘stabby’ surprise. How was I ever going to get a handle on these without accidentally impaling myself in the process?

I looked at Yoongi's one hand still wrapped around both of mine, my piercers poking out of the top like a bunch of upright harpoons. He made it look so easy. So mindless when performing the action of retracting his own.

“Look, for starters, your best bet is to completely relax your hands, detense everything that warrants any level of strain or effort. Think you can do that?”

Clearing my throat, I looked his way but was unable to meet his eyes once more, “I–I’ll try..”

Finally granting my hands freedom from his hold, he allowed them to float in between us as I willed them to go completely limp. Even in this state of forced calmness, I was still very much afraid of putting them any closer to my body where my vital organs were.

“Picture them – or rather – try to feel them getting shorter, like they’re getting sucked back into your fingers, merging with them, if you will.”

Taking his explanation into account and trying to work with what he said, I stared my piercers down like they were some unbecoming menace that needed to be put back in their place.

I stared.

And stared.

And stared..

My eyes scrunched up in concentration to the point where they were starting to strain and cause an oncoming headache. No doubt the scene I was putting up looked rather unflattering to the man who remained in front of me observing my amateur efforts.

At one stage I may have seen one or two of the spear-like nails slip down a few rungs but that may have just been my out-of-whack imagination playing tricks on me.

He must think I’m so pathetic. I mentally versed, after a good millennia of time had passed and my piercers were still very much present, standing upright and tauntingly proud.

My chest tightened. This was ridiculous. I couldn’t even control my own body properly. It was like I was a newborn baby all over again.

I gave them another long, hard stare, trying and failing to bend the menacing blades to my will. Their imaginary tongues would most definitely be sticking out at me right about now, making fun of my loss.

Urk! Nothing’s happening!

“Stop.” Yoongi’s voice cut through the tension as if he could hear my mental battle. “You’re trying too hard.”

“It’s hopeless.” I let out a struggling sigh. “They won’t…I-I can’t–”

“Yes you can.”

I went to deny his claim with another despondent retort but he spoke up again.

“Even I don’t expect you to be a natural at this right at the get go. I may be forward in how I deal with the majority of my shit but even I have to admit, I’m not that much of a hard ass.”

Hmm, that remains to be seen. I wanted to say, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt; just this once.

“Now tell those defeating thoughts I see gnawing away at you to get a life, relax, and start again. And try to really feel them this time. If you at least do that then your instincts should kick in and the rest more or less should come smoothly.”

A trail of bubbles left my mouth in discouragement as I tried to focus on the piercers themselves; as Yoongi emphasized, on how they felt.

I felt how surprisingly lightweight they were as opposed to their almost stone-like hardness, how they sprouted seamlessly from the very base of my nail beds, them being the solid unbreakable roots that supported the promise and outcome of flowering thorns. The blood that pulsed evenly up through my fingers and underneath each bed, the life giving water that sustained those uncanny roots.

I loosened my shoulders and breathed, welcoming in the water swaddled oxygen and followed the way it sent tingles right down to my bones. My joints and limbs swarmed with a sense of relief and utter vitality, thanking me for rewarding them with the sunlight-like sustenance they needed in order to thrive. I sailed along those feelings and sensations of rightness down to the start of those same roots.

They vibrated.

Relax.

They aren’t bad, they’re not to be feared or anything to be repulsed at; no, they’re an extension of yourself. They are you and you are them. You are innately connected.

More vibrations rippled along my neighboring fingers; a harmony conjoining to form one synchronized note.

You are at their mercy and in turn, they are also equally under your command. You each hold a mutual bond that at its core is unanimous in principle.

Breathe, relax, feel..

They are you and you are them..

My eyes suddenly shot open at a strange feeling of finality. I didn’t dare look down to see if my mental tinkering had worked in my favor or had made things abundantly worse to the point where I would be in desperate need of a manicure.

“Are they..?” I couldn’t get the rest of my question past my lips. Dread and hope fought a deathly battle in my throat, clogging it in the process. Yoongi, still able to grasp the rest of what I was going to ask, voiced his reply.

“See for yourself.”

Not giving me much of a choice, I resigned to my fate and glimpsed down at my piercers. All the while I cursed the merman for not telling me outright if they were back to normal or still in their monstrous state of existence.

No, not monstrous, I quickly corrected myself. No, they were just… different. I won’t lie and say that I was completely in acceptance of them, even after that weird symbiotic experience I just felt and envisioned. Like any new development in someone’s life, they were going to take some extensive warming up to.

So it was at that expense then that I couldn’t help but curl my lips up into a triumphant smile, shaking with joy and relief. Because before me once more was my all too normal and familiar ‘human’ nails, in all their blunt and ordinary simplicity.

My gaze rounded up to Yoongi’s at this, shyness temporarily pushed to the back by a dominant spout of victory.

“I-I did it!” I was practically bouncing in my seat like a little kid.

The faintest telling of satisfaction was delicately painted on the merman’s usually hardened face. He calmly looked at me and grunted a sound of approval. His annoyance seemingly put to the back burner while he allowed me this moment of glory; tolerating it silently. If that was all the complimenting and congratulations I was going to get from him then I’d gladly accept it.

From what I had gathered, this momentary display of positivity he portrayed was something of a rarity for Yoongi. His expressions always seemed to range from one of three visible states: stark emotionlessness, emotionless stoicism, or, if you wanted to get really fancy, a brooding anger or annoyance that was often riddled with blunt sarcasm every necessary chance it got.

Yes, a splendid selection indeed.

Not to say my range of emotions were any better. Far from it. Who would want to be around someone who couldn’t meet you in the eye more than half the time and when they could miraculously get a glimpse of your face was then subjected to an uncomfortable front of nervous awkwardness.

Yeah, I’d take casual stoicness over extreme shyness any day.

I willed my nails out of their bedded sheathes once more, inexperience still getting the best of me as they stiffly shot out, a dull thrum of pain ever present. Getting them back down though was definitely the more taxing part. More often than not they kept shooting back outwards when they had just managed to blunt back down.

“Are they always meant to..erm.. h-hurt.. w-when they extend?” I asked, taking note of yet another wavelet of burning coursing through my nail beds.

“The first few times, yes. They’re like any other muscle really. The more you use them the less effort your body has to expend over time.”

Still scared and awed all at the same time, I was slowly getting lost among the process of my piercers, trying to get as much of a feel as I could to not warrant a later accident. Though I knew that worrying fact was inevitable.

Sheath, unsheathe. In, out.

Just when I was about to release them again for another glimpse that would leave me gobsmacked, I was abruptly stopped.

“Ok, ok, cut it out, you’ll give yourself a cramp if you keep playing with them like that.”

I flinched and guiltily lowered my hands to rest in my scaled lap, a ‘sorry’ taking up residence on the tip of my tongue out of instinct but I managed to swallow it down.

He sighed then, clearly seeing my state of submissiveness like I had just been slapped.

A moment of tense silence floated around us. The merman ever so slightly looming closer to my bent form when I failed to move, his night-clad scales only adding to the growing shadow he cast upon me; a blanket of darkness.

“You can look at me, you know. You don’t have to be so shy and defensive all the time.”

I unconsciously shivered.

I would if I could…

My life beforehand hadn’t exactly been a safe haven for allowing my trust and confidence to run free.

If anything, it has only influenced me to close myself up to the point where my worries and insecurities became my only safeguard against potential disappointment and pain in the long run.

Heh, what good that did when I decided to take a risk for once and hop onto that bus that day, catalyzing all this mess.

Gills opening and closing, I craned my neck upwards, once more catching the speckled display of lighting that decorated the rocky ceiling above us, just like starlight.

“T-Those lights up there…w-what are they?”

My obvious deflection of his accusation surprisingly didn’t seem to anger him, as he let go of inquiring further. He shifted to my side and joined me in gazing up at the glittering amassment, not nearly as enamored as I was at the sight and replied after a few beats.

“Stellaris algae.”

My intrigue appeared to prompt him further in an explanation, however reluctant he was from his almost monotonous words. “It grows in dotted clumps and glows – well as the name suggests – like stars…. What was it that humans like to call it? You know, for how it lights up?” He paused, searching for the term. “Bioluminescent?”

I hummed my understanding and couldn’t help but voice my own simple thoughts. “It’s beautiful…”

I felt his gaze at my side then but remained viewing the speckles of green and blue, pushing down my self-consciousness.

“I suppose it is.” He let out in barely a whisper and I went to tuck a floating strand of hair that breached my line of sight behind my ear.

A steady wave of tingling energy reverberated between us as I hung onto my composure, the bioluminescence of the star-like algae helping me slightly as it gently lulled me into a state of reverence as I basked under its glow.

How can anyone get sick of such a sight? Yoongi must be blind…

Said merman dropped beside me, severing my musings and I ever so slightly inched away.

“While I hate to cut your stargazing short, the real stars will be gracing us not before too long. I think we’ve stalled with things long enough.”

Really, it’s almost night? I blinked.

“Though I can’t really fault you for not knowing I guess. You can’t really tell it, what with being as deep down in my den as we are.”

Talk of time curiously drew me back to the subject of my impromptu nap.

“H-How long was I out?”

He raked his hand through his locks and I tried to not focus on how the motion made my insides…feel things.

“Long enough for Helios to pass over twice.” He answered, taking note of my not so subtle increase of space I made between us and raised a brow.

Stumped, I gave him a look of confusion.

He snarked. “Right, I forgot I have to dumb my words down for you.” Frowning, I just managed to reign in my nails that had accidentally shot out halfway in response.

“Easy,” he griped, when he saw my claws, almost amused. “You’ve been asleep for two days, give or take.”

I actually did cough on the water this time.

“Two… two d-days!?”

He huffed nonchalantly at my shock.

“Relax, you weren’t dying or anything if that’s what you’re so worried about. It’s normal to take that long for your first time. Or I guess in your case, your first time after so many years? Either way, I’ve seen others take longer, so you're fine.”

I remained silent at his rather rocky attempt at reassurance, questioning its validity.

“Now, before you feel tempted to go on another one of your panic sprees, how about we see if you can stomach some food. After such an ordeal, I’m surprised you can still remain upright.”

Now that he mentioned it, I was feeling a bit heavy with fatigue, like I hadn’t bothered to move in centuries.

“That would be good…t-thanks.”

“Good cause, while your piercers are one less thing to worry about, you still have one other important thing to deal with. Seeing as it’s you we’re talking about, you’re gonna need all the strength you can get.”

I gave him yet another look of confusion and he groused at my lack of awareness.

“You still have that to contend with,” he stated, pointing down at my lap where my tail rested.

The tail which remained to feel like an immovable log of petrified wood.

I let out a gulp and ruminated as I often did in times of uncertainty and caution, which was more often than I would’ve liked in my life before and up to this.

Right. How hard can that be? I blanched, trying to let the indigo of my scales soothe me.

Knowing me, not easy enough..

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Can I join this chain and say that everything said above is 100% the truth and more. She is truly the kindest soul 💖💖💖💖

You seem like such a supportive friend

Thank you for saying that love 🥺💖 It's not always easy to show my support in such a loud manner jsjsksk I'm introverted and usually keep to myself a lot, so getting loud supportive Lauriane is kind of a feat in itself jsksksk, that just means that what made me react this way was extremely good and deserves everyone's attention!

#Laurie☀️

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JSKJKSGJDHGSUJB LAURIE!!🥹🥹🥹🥹

Your reactions always make my day, gahh how dare you make me cry again with all these compliments!! I’m so so so glad that you enjoyed 😭😭😭💜💜

Hands down the best siblings if ever there were ones. For real, I wish they were mine. And as for whether Yoongles is the older brother? I don’t wanna say before its revealed but it’s definitely a solid guess 😁😁

Thank you for always being so patient with me and at my snail pace writing 💖💖💖

᯽𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Urban Fantasy AU | ᯽𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.9k + ᯽𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor Angst

Many say that life is nothing but a cruel game.

That in all her beauty and grace, life is unfair to those who try to live morally within her bounds, only to wind up being the ones to be pushed over the edge in the end. To cop the blow while injustice reigns in the hands of the perpetrator. That once you’ve met your undesirable demise, it’s over.

Second chances are unheard of, don’t get given away freely like menial handouts. The cat never saw past its ninth life to finally pounce on that golden bird it’s been eyeing off for eternity, so why would anyone else be viable? No once you’re gone, you stay gone.

Reality is one big slap in the face in that respect.

Funny then..

Funny then how life, as straightforward as she is questionable, has a way of catching her players off guard..

It’s almost laughable really at how such a cataclysm of events, of petty discrepancies seasoned by a good dose of cowardly violence, could lead to such an ever changing outcome. Never in their small, miserable lives would they have fathomed that such a thing was possible.

That against all odds, they indeed somehow earned that invaluable second breath when they were almost certain that their time on this worldly plane was up…

And little did they know that along with that exemption from death, also came the birth of something more profound in nature within each of them..

Something that – dare I say – went as far as breaching the very confines of mortality as we know it.

Three figures emerged from a dense sea of bark and foliage, the accumulations of an endless woodland.

Its trees, which mainly consisted of various species of maple and oak, eventually cut away to form the natural circumference of a wide spanning clearing, carpeted by lush green grasses. With the daytime waning on them, the small entourage swiftly ventured towards the very center of it, determined and alert.

The wind, which had been steadily picking up at the time of their arrival, brushed over them, almost like an inaudible welcome as it ruffled bits of their clothing. The seemingly kind gesture though failed to deter the ever present caution that clung to them like an itchy second skin.

Besides the whispers of the breeze and the faint rustling of branches in the far off perimeter, nothing dared to breathe a sound. The only female of the trio surveyed their vacant surroundings as she clutched a thick woolen blanket within her arms, long dark hair tumbling down her back like a midnight stream. Her two brothers loosely flanked her on either side, counting down the steps to their desired destination all while remaining on constant guard.

This would be the fifth and hopefully final time of stepping foot into such a place. As beautiful as this emerald patch in the middle of nowhere was, with nothing but nature greeting its visitors from all sides and isolated from the rest of civilization, it still held a level of eeriness that irked them to their very cores.

For it was the unsettling event that would eventually take place, and that they were in turn forced to witness each time, that never ceased to strike that chord of unease within them.

Regardless, they had little choice in the matter. Failing to turn up here at the calculated timing would mean they'd risk missing out on reaping their rewards; the chance of reuniting with what they had lost.

That of their remaining kin.

A few crunching steps later, their trek finally halted at the terse raise of a hand. It belonged to the eldest, one of the men whose face was fixed into a permanent stony resolve. By default he was elected to be the group’s leader, not just because of his superior years to their own but due to the amount of experience he held regarding the circumstance they found themselves in currently. Unlike the others who had only made the journey here once or twice, he had been present for all of them.

“Are you sure she’ll be here?”

The question came from the other male within their group, the words tumbling out of his mouth anxiously, uncertainty all but plaguing him as he shuffled in his place. Ever the compassionate person, their younger brother often wore his heart on his sleeve. When it came to the wellbeing of his loved ones, he was always the one who dwelled on it the most, broadcasting his emotions and showing those around him just how affected he really was. He gulped, tanned skin gradually heating up as he thought of the worst, clenching his fists tightly as faint sizzling erupted from them.

Slightly alarmed, the woman turned and placed a steady hand on his arm trying to ease some of his tension, sighing when she felt his temperature return to normal after a few moments, the abnormal sounds he was emitting soon subsiding. He looked down to her once he was settled enough, giving her a sheepish look, “Sorry…Thanks Noona.” She only gave him a grim smile in return.

“Give her time,” the oldest responded calmly off to the side. He viewed the dwindling light shining above them where a warm mixture of yellows and oranges were painted seamlessly across the sky. The golden disk of the sun ever so slowly sank below the tree line, bidding them a solemn farewell.

And perhaps relaying an ode of what was to come.

Anytime now, he muttered in his head, refocusing his gaze back down to the ground before them.

Just a little longer..

She’ll come. The rest of us had, so she shall as well. It was the equinox after all, if anything that should mark her arrival.

His mental consolation kept repeating like an unrelenting prayer in time to his wavering heart.

She’ll be with us soon.. She has to..

Nervous anticipation filled the atmosphere at this point as they remained in their place, biding their time.

However, the discomfort only grew when in the next moment everything decided to turn on its head.

The previous gentleness of the wind abruptly sped up, transforming into something that was far more perilous and dangerous; the now influx of raging gusts seeking out nothing short of discord. Their sudden strength unapologetically ripping out blades of grass in their wake and pushing and pulling the siblings from all angles, an almost sick game to get them off balance.

Such a competition proved successful as a yelp sounded out, the woman of the group none too kindly getting knocked off her feet. With both her hands occupied on keeping hold of the blanket, she was in danger of taking flight. Fortunately, before that could happen, she was quickly grabbed and righted by her brothers as they now all huddled together, slightly crouched to gain some sort of traction as they braced against the howling winds.

“Look!” The youngest suddenly yelled over the noise, pointing off to the distance from where they had first arrived. They all gaped in both shock and awe as the once vibrant shades of green that the trees had so proudly adorned faded into various fiery hues. Some of their leaves outright flying off the branches only to get swept up into the ever growing whirlwind, looking practically like shooting flecks of flame.

“It’s begun,” the eldest gritted, grasping the other two tighter. “We just need to wait it out! Keep calm and neither of you let go!”

“No shit!” His sister thundered back, earning a scolding curse from the man. This was hardly the time to argue as voiced by their youngest when their banter didn’t seem to let up. Survival was of their utmost priority and he would be damned if they failed to do that because of some petty arguing.

With the amount of reddened leaves continuing to break away from their origin trees, getting grouped together from the unrelenting winds, one could almost mistake this phenomenon for a growing tornado of fire, the trio unfortunately being at the very center of it, completely at its mercy.

All they could do was hope for the best.

A dozen or so said leaves collided with their skin in the mix, the rate of their speed causing their paper-thin edges to become that much more sharper and in turn drawing lines of blood.

Regardless, the siblings kept up their strong front, brushing off the attacks. The younger two were more emotive, their expressions filled with bewilderment while their oldest brother continued to remain impassive, eyes never losing their sharpness behind his dark locks.

Was this her doing? He resounded once more as he took in the situation. Such power…

Long minutes that seemed more like painstaking hours passed as they braved it through this strange turbulence, determination and longing keeping them rooted to the ground. The sky by now had lost its warmth, washed away by an indigo sea dotted with pearls.

Darkness crept over the clearing.

And as if this natural dissipation of light marked the end of wakefulness that the daytime ensued, so seemed to have in turn caused the winds to lose their erraticness. The harsh streams of air gradually lost their vigor and once more faded into gentle caresses that glided smoothly across their forms. The airborne foliage as a result rained down upon them, now a shower of leafy embers.

The three, seeing this change, gradually loosened their hold on one another but still remained close. They knew better than to let down their guard in a moment of reprieve.

Out of their peripheral, a dash of maroon shot past.

They watched breathlessly as a single maple leaf broke away from the amassment of falling red. It twisted and tumbled downwards in an almost elegant dance, its spiraling descent soon ended though as it softly perched on a pale mound of smooth skin; a shoulder.

Three pairs of eyes widened as recognition set in.

“Y/n!?” Gasping, the younger brother took a hesitant step forward but was almost instantly held back by his hyung, a warning shot his way. Worry had dominated the shout but deep down it served as the epitome of relief.

For there, taking up the once barren land before them, now housed the small form of a woman.

Y/n.

Their little sister.

Curled up on her side in a tight fetal position, her bare back faced them as they took in the faint rise and fall of her torso, goosebumps threatening to peek through as she shivered. Oh how she looked so fragile from where they stood, the world all but seeming to swallow the poor girl up while she was clearly in such a vulnerable state.

Weak, bare and alone.

At this, they were almost afraid to approach her, in fear that she could somehow shrivel away if they got close enough. She had always been sensitive in that respect. Too good, too pure for the world they were born into and the underserved hardship that was instantly thrust upon her amongst her first breath.

Hesitation was soon quelled though as long raven locks surged forward past the two men as their sister who had originally accompanied them crouched down before her curled up dongsaeng. Swiftly unwrapping the blanket she had brought, she draped it over the girl to protect her modesty, unclothed body now hidden from sight.

“Oh Y/n,” she softly spoke, delicately brushing some of the young woman’s hair behind her ear, revealing a face donned with sleep. “Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

That’s when she heard the meek, strained words.

“Jiwoo…unnie..?”

At the sound of her name, the raven haired woman’s eyes lit up, “Yes, that’s right. Your big sister’s here, dearest. We all are.”

“What happened?” Weak sobs made themselves known as Y/n stumbled over her words. “It was so cold… and dark… I-I was all alone..” Trembling, her eyes were yet to open as she remained to shake under the wool of the blanket. Jiwoo as a result looked her newfound sister over in dismay, not quite knowing how to handle the girl’s anguish.

Having been in the exact same position Y/n was in right now, not nearly six months prior, didn’t make dealing with this current predicament any easier. Honestly, how would one go about waking up in the middle of nowhere with no clothes on their back and expect to simply shrug it off like it was nothing?

No, if anything her demeanor was more than justified.

Swift footfalls resounded behind them as their two brothers silently joined them on the ground, their focus trained solely on the clear distress that their youngest displayed.

The eldest, with the same care and gentleness that his sister Jiwoo had taken, cupped the sides of Y/n’s head and softly turned it so that her face was in full view. Her lashes kissed her cheeks as trails of tears streaked down them like branching rivers, her lips wobbling. “Y/n..” his voice deep and calm to their ears. “Can you open your eyes for us?”

“Oppa..?”

“Yes love,” he rasped as his eyes lost some of their edge. “We’re right here, everything is going to be alright.”

Ever so slowly her lids pulled upwards. Glossy orbs appeared behind them, blinking a couple of times before focusing where they then locked onto his own. The otherworldly glow that radiated off her irises made him still for a moment.

The bright russet of her eyes reflected off of their own, like two alluring lanterns guiding one through a darkened landscape; bewitching beauty and warmth while they were the moths being drawn mindlessly to them. However, if one were to look just that little bit closer, just that one measly second longer, then they would notice that the soft radiance that they initially bestowed didn’t completely hide the presence of something else in intensity.

Something slightly foreboding in nature…

But before they could probe deeper on that fact, those lanterns of her’s dimmed, fizzling out to revert back to a more ‘human’ luminosity. Deep brown now stared up at them, unaware of the spell they had just cast.

“How do you feel?” The oldest asked after a few long moments.

Scrunching her eyes pondering, she settled on one word she deemed the most feasible, “Weird..”

All of them smiled down at her at that, liking her curt but somehow thorough explanation. They knew exactly what she meant.

“Weird but…strangely alive..?”

The youngest brother let out a small chuckle as he patted her head comfortingly, tears threatening to break free from his eyes. He silently thanked whatever force was out there that had brought his little sister back to them in one piece.

“Hobi,” Y/n gasped, mistaking her brother’s happiness for the opposite, “Oppa, don’t cry”. That only incited another laugh from him, a droplet finally escaping from his orbs. “I should be saying the same to you,” he wiped the sides of her cheeks where they were still damp from the result of her own crying. “No more tears, you’re back with us now.”

“Oh you two,” Jiwoo cooed, at risk of following in their suit with watery eyes of her own. She was quick to help with wrapping the blanket further around her sister when it started falling off as Y/n, with some effort, managed to push herself up into a seated position. Her body swayed a bit in the process, still in a fairly weakened and sleepy state. Concerned, she was assisted by the quiet older brother, his large hands holding her by her shoulders, coaxing her to lean back against him which she was more than grateful for.

“I…how…? She began again, looking between the three of them in disbelief. “It’s been years. How are you all here?” I… I thought I would never see any of you again…”

“I–”

“The feeling’s mutual dear.” Her sister crooned while Hobi nodded to the sentiment, patting her cheek. A faint squeeze of her shoulders chimed in from the oldest as he looked her over in a rare display of intrigue. “You’ve grown…” He muttered, taking in the lack of baby fat that had always clung to her face. “I was sure you’d stay little forever; how the time has passed,” he mused.

As a result, Y/n’s cheeks couldn’t help but take on a tinge of pink as she looked down bashfully.

A shout of contradiction rang out.

“What are you talking about? She still is! She’ll always be our baby and nothing will change that!” Jiwoo butted in matter of factly, flicking the older’s forehead much to his annoyance. “Tch really?.. You’re more of a child than she is.” He grumbled at her actions. “Can you at least act your age?”

Ignoring his complaining, she went in to hug Y/n and in turn ended up embracing the exasperated man as well since he was practically stuck to her back as her support. The brother nicknamed Hobi, with shining eyes smiling at the display, soon joined the family group hug as they all basked in each other’s warmth and comfort. More tears were spilled but they were drowned out by joyous laughter and cries.

What once was three now became four; the quartet of siblings was finally reunited and complete. Nothing would tear them away from each other again. They were in this together. This second chance at a new life and beginning which they would live out as one unified front.

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᯽𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Urban Fantasy AU | ᯽𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.9k + ᯽𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor Angst

Many say that life is nothing but a cruel game.

Reality is one big slap in the face in that respect.

Funny then..

Funny then how life, as straightforward as she is questionable, has a way of catching her players off guard..

That against all odds, they indeed somehow earned that invaluable second breath when they were almost certain that their time on this worldly plane was up…

And little did they know that along with that exemption from death, also came the birth of something more profound in nature within each of them..

Something that – dare I say – went as far as breaching the very confines of mortality as we know it.

Three figures emerged from a dense sea of bark and foliage, the accumulations of an endless woodland.

For it was the unsettling event that would eventually take place, and that they were in turn forced to witness each time, that never ceased to strike that chord of unease within them.

That of their remaining kin.

“Are you sure she’ll be here?”

And perhaps relaying an ode of what was to come.

Anytime now, he muttered in his head, refocusing his gaze back down to the ground before them.

Just a little longer..

She’ll come. The rest of us had, so she shall as well. It was the equinox after all, if anything that should mark her arrival.

His mental consolation kept repeating like an unrelenting prayer in time to his wavering heart.

She’ll be with us soon.. She has to..

Nervous anticipation filled the atmosphere at this point as they remained in their place, biding their time.

However, the discomfort only grew when in the next moment everything decided to turn on its head.

“It’s begun,” the eldest gritted, grasping the other two tighter. “We just need to wait it out! Keep calm and neither of you let go!”

All they could do was hope for the best.

A dozen or so said leaves collided with their skin in the mix, the rate of their speed causing their paper-thin edges to become that much more sharper and in turn drawing lines of blood.

Was this her doing? He resounded once more as he took in the situation. Such power…

Darkness crept over the clearing.

The three, seeing this change, gradually loosened their hold on one another but still remained close. They knew better than to let down their guard in a moment of reprieve.

Out of their peripheral, a dash of maroon shot past.

Three pairs of eyes widened as recognition set in.

For there, taking up the once barren land before them, now housed the small form of a woman.

Y/n.

Their little sister.

Weak, bare and alone.

“Oh Y/n,” she softly spoke, delicately brushing some of the young woman’s hair behind her ear, revealing a face donned with sleep. “Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

That’s when she heard the meek, strained words.

“Jiwoo…unnie..?”

At the sound of her name, the raven haired woman’s eyes lit up, “Yes, that’s right. Your big sister’s here, dearest. We all are.”

No, if anything her demeanor was more than justified.

Swift footfalls resounded behind them as their two brothers silently joined them on the ground, their focus trained solely on the clear distress that their youngest displayed.

“Oppa..?”

“Yes love,” he rasped as his eyes lost some of their edge. “We’re right here, everything is going to be alright.”

Something slightly foreboding in nature…

“How do you feel?” The oldest asked after a few long moments.

Scrunching her eyes pondering, she settled on one word she deemed the most feasible, “Weird..”

All of them smiled down at her at that, liking her curt but somehow thorough explanation. They knew exactly what she meant.

“Weird but…strangely alive..?”

“I…how…? She began again, looking between the three of them in disbelief. “It’s been years. How are you all here?” I… I thought I would never see any of you again…”

“I–”

As a result, Y/n’s cheeks couldn’t help but take on a tinge of pink as she looked down bashfully.

A shout of contradiction rang out.

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Alright, I’ve been convinced 😄😆 Lemme just proof read one more time lol. And I don’t have the correct bannering for chapters yet so the title banner will have to do. I know it shouldn’t matter but my ocd won’t have it any other way 😅🥰🥰💜💜

I’m itching to just go on ahead and post that prologue I was talking about for another fic I’m writing even though I know I won’t have a chapter following it for a while yet 😫😫

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I’m itching to just go on ahead and post that prologue I was talking about for another fic I’m writing even though I know I won’t have a chapter following it for a while yet 😫😫

#another fic??#too soon??

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our smile hoya 🥹

#true sunshine 🥹🥹

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I'm built different. like incorrectly i think

#truth is I’m actually an alien

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Seeing all the cat paws beside people’s usernames is making me regret not being there for the boopathon 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#I just wanna show my love for cats too you know

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Please, I’m crying so much!! This has got to be one of my favourite stories of yours yet!! Omg the cuteness overload I got when they were grocery shopping and how Yoongi was baking for us 😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺 (I hope his bread and muffins turn out ok cause our soft dragon boy deserves all the praise) And Jimin posing with each ingredient, gosh I’m dying!! 🤣🤣

Also, I just wanted to point out that throughout all your stories (including this of course), what I really admire is the way in which you write domestic situations. They’re just so heartwarming and raw in how the characters interact and act out doing menial tasks, that would otherwise be a little dry to read. Only you can make some everyday task so wholesome and exciting to read. Lowkey one of my favourite things I enjoy about your writing every time 💖💖💖🥰

And god, the symbolism with the ‘I flower you’ is so well thought out. You always manage to take all of my tears and I’m honestly okay with that 😭😭😭😭

HORNS, BLOOD AND TAIL

SUPERNATURAL! BTS X DRAGON/VAMPIRE! READER SUPERNATURAL/SOULMATES AU

Chapter 4 (4.7k words)

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I never thought that I would be grocery shopping with my mates within our first day of learning of each other's existence, but here we are, with Yoongi pushing the cart behind us while Jimin leads the way.

I honestly dreaded the idea of coming here alone, so to have them by my side does make me feel better, and it helps to have more eyes on the lookout for the forbidden ingredients. The last thing I want is to overlook something and then crawl in pain to the bathroom the next day.

"What about this one? It looks alright, have you ever tried it?" Yoongi asks as he shows me a bag of bread, the kind that even someone with thousands of allergies could eat, but I find myself grimacing at the sight and he immediately puts it back where it was. "That answers my question".

"I'm sorry, it just tastes very bad" I mumble, to which he shakes his head with a light smile. "It's not your fault, sweetheart. It didn't look that good to begin with".

"Why is there so few choices around here? It doesn't make any sense" Jimin utters as he looks over the other brands, baffled by the lack of options I have.

"Companies don't make profit if it doesn't sell to the bigger crowd, so they don't waste their time on people like me, I guess. The city had more to offer, but... it often tastes like crap, or maybe it's just because I'm used to mom's cooking" I mutter the end with a sigh, that's something I will certainly come to miss.

"If it tastes like crap, then it's a waste of our time" Jimin continues, unhappy as he puts back another bread that doesn't fit the requirements. "I'll have a talk with the store manager another day, there has to be more out there that would be as good to the taste as it's safe for you".

"We should look online to see what brands are worth our attention. If we give them a list, maybe they could make a deal with the local distributor to get us some" Yoongi adds, not happy with how this shopping is turning out to be when the cart only has fruits and a few vegetables so far.

I smile at their obvious indignation, finding comfort in that I'm not alone exasperated right now. Solar used to get mad for my sake as well, while Eric would search online to see if we could import food from oversea so that I could give them a try.

It's funny how similar Jimin and Yoongi are in that regard.

"What about cereals? I'm sure there are some she can eat without getting sick" Jimin wonders aloud as he heads to the next aisle without waiting for us, and I follow behind while Yoongi sighs in discontentment.

"Cereals are easier to find than bread" I let them know as we start gazing at the different kinds. "Like these, they're alright. Not my favourite, but they don't have the ones I'm used to so they'll do for this time".

"We'll add the ones you like on the list, I'm sure they'll keep a couple of things in stock for you if it's for your health. Perks of living in a small town" Yoongi comments as he rearranges the boxes neatly on the side of the cart. "What's next?".

"Yogourt and oatmeal" I reply as I think back to what I used to eat at home. "As for the rest, we'll just have to see what's available, I'm not too familiar with what they have here yet".

"That's fair, let's take our time" the dragon hums, feeling better now that he can see I won't have to starve while I'm in Crimson Bay. Maybe a bit of an overreaction when all I really need to do is to be careful about the ingredients, but he couldn't help it.

He's a worrywart, what else can he do?

With that said, they talk me through each aisles of the store, and we work together to pinpoint everything that I can eat no problem. Yoongi goes as far as to make a folder in his phone gallery with pictures of everything I know I enjoy, and Jimin has fun posing as he holds said items for the pictures.

I don't have the heart to tell him that Yoongi keeps zooming in so only the food shows on the screen.

Some things are better left unsaid, as they say, right?

Yoongi's POV

"What are you doing, hyung?".

I look up from where I'm working to glance at Jimin as he circles the kitchen island to have a look at the dough I'm making, curious eyes switching from the stretchy texture to the ingredients on the side before ending on me again.

"Are you baking for her, hyung?" he asks again with a growing grin that has my ears turning hot a little bit. "She was disappointed that there wasn't any bread of her taste yesterday, so you're trying to make your own for our sweet girl?".

"Well- she said she's not good in the kitchen, and it's the only way she can have food that tastes good while also respecting her restrictions, so I'm giving it a try. I've never baked before but it can't be that hard, I'm getting the hang of it" I mumble as I focus back on my task at hand.

There wasn't a need for my presence at the clinic today so I decided to spend the morning looking up recipes, then went to the store to get everything I'd need to try different things.

I have in mind to bake bread, muffins and cookies, all because I saw her stare longingly at those exact things last night. I don't know if they'll be good, but if I can allow her to eat those things without the risk of getting sick, then I'll be satisfied for now.

Baking might not be my strong point, but if I can get better with experience, then why not give it a go?

"Did you ask her if she wanted to spend the afternoon together like you wanted?" I ask him after a while of comfortable silence between us.

Jimin works at a flower shop in the market square and leaves very early every morning to prepare for the day. He normally has every afternoons off, so he's usually bored since I always work entire days, but Y/N isn't too busy as of yet.

She doesn't have a job and might get bored being on her own as well, so he wanted to ask her if she wanted to do something with him. He ran out to her house to ask her in person a few minutes ago, but seeing as she's not here, it didn't work out as he wanted.

A very Jimin thing to do. Couldn't just send her a text message on the phone when she's next door.

He droops over the counter at my question. "She wasn't there. I knocked on the door and then called her on the phone, but she didn't reply. I saw some footsteps in the mud leading to the street, so I think she left for a walk a while ago".

I hum softly at his disappointment.

"Maybe she went to the park" I offer simply, and he perks up slightly. "The one we drove past yesterday. It seemed to really catch her attention because she looked eager to go, but couldn't because of the rain".

"Right! She might have gone there, I'll have a look" he suddenly muses before opening a cupboard to grab some blood snacks. "I'm sure she won't forget after what happened yesterday, but one is never too safe. You should carry some in your bag too, hyung, just in case".

I make a sound to let him know I got it, then wave him goodbye when he hurriedly wears his boots again before running out. I huff softly before kneading the dough one last time.

"Now, let the dough rise for an hour... just like this?" I wonder to myself as I read the instructions for the tenth time in five minutes. I never knew baking would be so stressful, but I'm so nervous about messing something up that I haven't been able to trust the process just yet.

I fit the dough into the glass bowl before covering it with a towel, then stare at it with a frown. That looks wrong but... I guess I'll have to trust whoever made that recipe for now, because I have no idea what I'm doing.

"Now, on to the cookies. Let's see..."

Your POV

Watching all the kids playing in the park with laughter and playful screams makes me nostalgic, for some reason.

I remain seated at the picnic table I found in a calm corner earlier, eyes on the group of mothers talking together on one side while their children play together. What is it about that sight that's making me feel this way?

I used to go to the park too, when I was a kid. Mom would watch while I'd sit on the swing, lost in my own head.

Sometimes, Solar would come with us. She'd push me until I'd be swinging too high and mom would freak out before ending the outing. Solar would get scolded, but she'd wink at me and we would giggle together, further offending mom who always worried about my safety.

I watch as the kids run over the grass. Some of them trip and fall, but no one comes running to help them. They just... rise to their feet and keep playing as if nothing happened.

Maybe that's why I'm feeling so nostalgic.

I never had anyone to play with. Too dangerous, mom would say. They have germs that will make you sick, you need to stay away from other kids until you're bigger and stronger. I never experienced something like this, never made friends in a time where making friends was as easy as breathing.

I sigh as I rest my head over my arms, eyes glued on the sight that they make. The mothers talk together while their child play, and when it'll be time to go home, they'll hug each other before going each their way.

I can't help but wonder, sometimes, how different my life would have been if only I wasn't born a half-breed. If I had ended up a vampire, or a dragon instead of both, would I have had a normal childhood?

What about my parents? My brother and sister? Would they have had a normal life instead of having to worry about me all the time?

I smell Jimin's scent before I hear his steps, and I look up just in time to find him smiling as he raises a hand that drops over my head in a gentle caress, careful to not touch my horns. "This isn't how I was expecting to find you upon coming here. Why do you look all sad, hun?".

I purse my lips before glancing back towards where the kids are now sat on the swings and pushing each other. Some try to get as high as possible before jumping, and one mother screams in fear when her child tries to do the same.

The little boy lands and falls face first before bursting into tears, and she hurries to his side where she consoles him with a big hug and soft hushes.

Must have been a human. I always found it risky to have supernatural beings and humans play together before they can learn of their differences, but I guess... there's also learning in making those mistakes by themselves.

"I'm not sad" I utter as he comes to sit besides me. "I'm just... looking. Have you lived here all your life, Jimin?".

He hums softly. "I have, and Yoongi too. We actually went to the same high school, that's where we met for the first time. He graduated first, though. This park... I used to come here as a child with my dad. Yoongi lived on the other side of Crimson Bay so he went to another one".

I turn my head over on my arm so I can stare at him, and he tilts his head slightly as he observes me.

"What's wrong, Y/N? If you're not sad, then why do your eyes look so glassy? What's on your pretty little mind?".

I keep staring at him for a beat longer before closing my eyes and adjusting my posture so I face the other half of the park again. What's the point of even feeling this way today? Sulking won't change the past, so why am I that affected?

"It's nothing, seriously" I insist, not wanting to look pitiful in front of him, I have enough of yesterday to deal with. I'm slowly coming to terms with what I've done to Yoongi, but those emotions are still fragile and I don't want to stir anything up uselessly.

Jimin makes a long sound before dropping the subject, his eyes roaming over the sight before us.

"I called you on the phone earlier, but you didn't pick up" he comments instead, and only after patting my pockets do I realize that I indeed forgot it at home. I only thought to grab a snack and a bottle of water before leaving.

"Yeah... I must have forgotten it on my bed. I'm sorry, Jimin, I hope you weren't too worried".

He hums lightly. "I won't lie, it did cross my mind that something could've happened to you, but then I thought... you're not a child anymore, so I calmed down. I don't want to treat you like a helpless kitten, so I'm going to trust that you'll come to us if you need us, and that you're fine if you don't".

Surprised, I glance back at him to find that he's already gazing at me with warmth in his grey eyes.

"If you want to change anything in that decision of mine, now's the time to say it. Otherwise, I'm going to do my best to not freak out on you just because of the what if's my mind comes up with. I don't want you to think that I don't believe you can take care of yourself".

I break eye contact, another sigh past my lips as I process his kind words. I appreciate that he trusts in my judgement like this, but I don't know myself if it's such a good idea, considering what happened at the docks.

But then again, a mistake doesn't mean everything I do is wrong. That was a lesson, and I've learnt it. It won't happen again, that I will make sure of. But what else is there that I have yet to learn? What will happen then?

"My family is very protective of me" I begin after a minute of thinking.

"It's always... 'don't go there on your own or you'll get lost, don't do that or you'll hurt yourself, stay inside where it's warm', or... 'take some medicine and go to bed, you look pale this morning. Take a bath, have some tea and don't do anything unnecessary. Let us do it for you".

I shrug a little before straightening up my back so I can stretch. "Don't get me wrong, I love them very much, but no one's ever thought... you know what? She knows how to take care of herself, so let's trust her. I don't even know if I trust myself with that".

Jimin's brows furrow the slightest bit, understanding flashing on his face, and I smile at him.

"Coming here alone is a first for me. It's scary to not have my family by my side anymore, because they're not there anymore to tell me what I can and shouldn't do. I have to think for myself now, and I'm finding out that I don't trust myself that much after all".

Jimin scoots over until he can wrap an arm around my back, then gently pulls so I can lean against him with my head on his shoulder. I don't fight it, instead finding comfort in his touch. His coldness soothes the heat of my skin, it feels good.

"If I'm honest... I don't know how much I can handle before getting sick. The rain, and now being outside in the park, what will that do to me? I don't think my family knew either, that's why they tried so hard to keep me away from what they considered dangerous, because they were scared".

The vampire seems to ponder a moment as he tries to gather his thoughts, and I wait with pursed lips and my gaze trained on the side of his face. He eventually nods to himself, then stares at me with a softness that keeps me from expecting the worst.

"I'd like to know how you see things, Y/N. How you see Yoongi and I caring for you. On one side, I can tell that your family kept you from a lot of things by fear alone, and that frustrated and limited you, but on the other hand, I can hear in your voice that you felt safe in that routine. Do you want a middle ground of what you had? Or do you want us to simply accompany you as you learn your limits on your own?".

Very good questions, and it's acting almost as a shock to me that someone would finally ask me that only after I turned thirty years old. I think a part of me expected that my life would remain the same forever, but now I can think for myself and it's harder to do than I thought it would be.

"I did feel safe in that routine... but it was also frustrating, as you said" I mumble with a frown.

"It's tiring to always hear someone say 'don't do that, don't do this' as if I'm a child. But at the same time, I've mostly shown them that I needed someone to say those things, because if they didn't, I would do dumb shit that got me really sick".

Jimin snorts at my statement against all odds, then breaks out into giggles. "I'm sorry, it's just the way you worded that. What kind of dumb shit should we be on the lookout for?" he asks with a grin on his lips, a brow lifted up in curiosity.

"Oh. Uh". I look away from him, face flushed. "I eat food I'm not supposed to. When I'm denied something tasty too many times... I just lose it, you know? So I go outside and get a huge size of whatever I crave before finding a quiet place to devour it on my own until there's nothing left".

Jimin bursts into laughter at that, and he almost falls off the bench, taking me with him. I cling onto the table with both hands, eyes round as he throws his head back in belly laughter. "Oh my god, Y/N, I'm so sorry for laughing but- of all things to say, I was not expecting that!".

I try to resist laughing with him, but hearing him ultimately pulls me in, and we end up holding against one another as tears cling to our lashes, stomachs turning painful in a good way.

Of all the possible reactions he could have, this was not the one I'm used to.

"We shouldn't be laughing, I seriously get sick the next day" I utter between two giggles that the vampire echoes, though I can see that he's trying really hard to calm down.

"Right, right, that part's not funny" he says with one last chuckle. "Have you tried finding places that can make common food without the ingredients that are bad for you? I would think there'd be many in the city" he asks, to which I nod slowly while looking down with a pout.

"I have, but they don't taste as good" I complain, which earns me an endeared sigh and a rub over my back.

"Oh, hun" he coos lovingly. "How about we try to come up with ways so that you don't end up going on a food crave again? Yoongi is trying to bake for the first time in his life right now because he wants you to enjoy the things that you can't otherwise".

Such a revelation has my eyes widening in surprise and my stomach filling with butterflies. Yoongi is what? He's learning to bake... for me?

"He was kneading dough earlier, so I guess he made bread first. You'll have to be honest when you comment on the taste because if you lie, he'll be making it every week for the rest of eternity. Our dragon is big on acts of services to show that he cares, so make good use of that information and try not to feel too bad if you don't like something. He's not the kind to give up easily".

Feeling warm all over, I shyly link my hands over my lap, not knowing what to say to that, and Jimin smiles softly, seeing through me so easily. My scent has fluffed up nicely, a blooming garden of roses that has spread as far as the horizon goes, and they're all covered in chocolate. Chocolate roses.

"Please think about my question from earlier, Y/N. About what you want from us. Yoongi and I talked about it last night and we both came to the conclusion that we need to know, otherwise we'll always be up in your face trying to make sure you're alright" he says again and I nod, knowing that this requires a serious answer.

"I'll think about it, Jimin, I promise".

When his phone begins to ring, I look down at the table while he searches his bag to find the device. I sure don't expect him to show me the screen with a grin when Yoongi's name appears on it, or the way that my heart skips a beat at the thought of him.

"Hyung. I'm with Y/N right now, she was in the park, like you said" he says upon answering the call, and I can't help but to overhear the conversation because of my good hearing. I couldn't not hear it, even if I tried.

'That's good, I figured you were with her when I didn't get any news from you in a while. Mind asking her if dark chocolate is something she can handle? I'm making muffins right now, I found a recipe named choco-banana. That sounds like something she'd like?'.

"Oh! A little is fine, and the darker the better" I answer excitedly before wilting out of embarrassment when Jimin side glances at me, as he was not even given time to blink before I spoke. I purse my lips, then look away from him. That's my bad.

"You heard her, hyung. Anything else you wanted?".

'Heard her loud and clear. And now that you ask - yes, actually. I miss my mates, any chance that I might get them back soon? Or am I doomed to spend the day alone? I don't work for once, and I'm spending it in the kitchen while you're outside. Not a big fan of that'.

A sly smirk spreads across Jimin's face, and I watch as he leans his cheek on his palm, his elbow propped onto the table, something playful coming out of his scent as he hums deeply.

"Is our big dragon lonely? He wants a kiss and some cuddles, is that it? From the both of us, hyung? I was kind of liking the idea of having her all to myself" he asks teasingly, a wink sent my way when I gulp audibly.

'You'll be the death of me, Jimin-ah. I want a kiss and cuddles, and I want both of my mates. Is that asking for too much? Can I not have my two dearest people by my side on my day off? Or do you need me to drive over and catch you myself? Because I can certainly do that'.

I blink quickly as Jimin's eyes light up with the promise of a fun game. He stares at me, then makes a small sound. "As much as that sounds great... I'll go easy on Y/N for today, she looks like a scared little lamb right now. We'll be on our way soon, can you handle waiting some more?".

'I could wait an eternity, as long as it means you'll find your way back to me. But don't make me wait that long, please'.

My heart softens at that last plea, and Jimin smiles tenderly.

"I could never, hyung, you know that. Eternity is meant to be lived together. We'll see you soon".

'Yeah, okay. I love you, baby'.

"I love you too, hyung".

I try not to look too out of place as I get to hear their easy display of love while knowing that I'm not a part of it. I feel stupid that it hurts to not be included in that little moment of theirs. We met yesterday while they've known each other for ages, it's granted that I cannot expect to be given something that has grown over the years in a single day.

I admit that it's making me feel a little awkward, now. I've arrived years into their relationship, what is that going to be like for me?

A hand gently settles over my hip, and I let my eyes fall back on Jimin just as he presses his phone over my ear. Confused, I don't dare to breathe as I await whatever is going on right now, because the warmth and understanding on his face makes me want to cry. Why?

'Can you hear me, sweetheart?'.

I hum, gaze locked on Jimin's, and Yoongi makes a small sound in response.

'When Jimin and I first met, there was something that we used to tell each other. We didn't want to say I love you too quickly, so we came up with something just as loving, without all the pressure that came with those three words' he says with that soothing voice of his and I keep silent, not wanting to speak when I can listen to his rasp instead.

'Our concept was that whenever we'd spend time together, a lovely flower would bloom into the garden of our bond. So when that love would grow between us, when our chests would start to ache from not sharing that affection aloud, we would say - I flower you. To others, it might have sounded silly, but to us, it meant so much more than mere words'.

Now beginning to understand where he's trying to go with that, I pinch my lips together as my eyes begin to fill with tears, a heavy lump forming in my throat that would be painful if it wasn't born from the relief I'm currently feeling.

'So let me tell you in all honesty, with the love that I can feel in my chest for you right this instant. I flower you, Y/N, for one flower between us is all we need to start the new and long journey that is ours'.

My chin begins to wobble as I process the words spoken to me, for my soul currently overflows with all the love he just sent my way, and lips press onto my head, gentle and comforting.

"I flower you, princess. Always more than yesterday, and infinitely less than tomorrow. Please don't cry, you're going to make me cry too" Jimin adds in a soft whisper, fingers delicate as he catches my tears while his own threaten to flow anytime.

I need to steady my voice before I can speak again, because they somehow managed to give me this incredibly precious gift by giving a magical meaning to a word that is so close to my identity, and I wasn't ready.

My scent of roses can be strong at times, and mom used to say that it was my soul's silent way of sharing my love to the people around me. But now, I can express that love with words too, and the meaning will forever be etched into my heart.

"I flower you too... from sunrise to sunset, and for every stars that light up the sky. Those flowers will forever bloom for this precious bond that is ours, that's my eternal promise to you".

#Laurie☀️#the daughter of dragons #and the queen of fluffy domesticity #this fic has kidnapped my heart 💖💖

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